As an author I feel that every so often I should challenge myself, so on this occasion, I decided to try to write a gay story from the top's perspective rather than the bottom's and for some reason to make it even more difficult, I decided to write it in the first person. The name of the story is my way of saying thank you to a man who spent time chatting to me when I walked into a gay chat room seeking knowledge and he showed me kindness in helping this story develop while increasing my understanding of a world that I knew very little about. Additionally, I have read more than one online article about various aspects and below is the result of my efforts. I hope people enjoy it and please feel free to give me constructive criticism if I have done anything wrong or could have made it better.
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I stripped off my sweaty workout gear and stood naked in the changing room, rolling my shoulders to relieve the locked muscles. I knew that a lot of the guys would be checking out my meat which I could feel hanging down towards my knees, swinging gently in what was no doubt an impressive fashion. It was a very impressive size even when limp and when fully erect stood at a little over 10 inches. This wasn't a pure gay gym so not everyone would be interested but there were always one or two who would strike up a conversation after sneaking a sly glance or two. Depending on their type and what I fancied that day, I would respond accordingly, either there and then or later depending on how busy the place was.
Walking into the large communal shower with my bottle of shower gel I stood under the cascading water massaging the soap into my curly brown hair, working it into a lather. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a guy having discrete glances in my direction and turning towards him I allowed him to get a full look at my package without it seeming obvious. When I was pretty sure the coast was clear I flexed my muscles making my cock bounce and slap against my thigh, which normally got the attention of any really interested watchers. I could see the man averting his gaze but then sneakily returning it when he thought I wasn't looking. I would have placed him at ten years older than me, at around 40 but still in good shape and he was covered in a black fuzz all over. Just the shape of his fuzzy ass was making my cock twitch on its volition and when I caught a glimpse of his wedding ring I could feel myself start to stiffen.
I like to keep myself clean of most body hair by a combination of shaving and creams accompanied by regular trips to a beauty salon to get to the parts I couldn't reach. There I would be waxed by a beautician called Clarissa and every time she would gaze at my package, as she lifted my cock out of the way to access my balls, and sigh sadly. On more than one occasion she made it very clear that she was interested in finding out what size it would get to when fully aroused but I would just laugh as I said,
"Sorry babes you need to grow a pair before I even am remotely interested."
I have always been interested in men ever since I was young, not that I wanted to get penetrated, far from as I was only interested in being a top. I know many would say that there is no difference between a man and a woman's ass, which is true as I have tried both, but there is something about another's man's body that I find intensely erotic. Even though I keep my own body hair to a minimum I often like my partner to be hirsute, as to me there is nothing sexier than ploughing a hairy ass and even better if he was straight before I took him. Saying that every so often I will fuck a nice tight bubble butt twink, making him whimper like a little girl as I drive my cock deep into his bowels. I don't really care whether I fuck with a condom or bareback as I am on Prep as a precaution but have to say there is something much more erotic about hearing a guy begging to be bred, and then watching his ass ooze my cum after I have filled him.
Deciding to step up the heat I rinsed the soap from my head and started to work the soap around my genitals and neatly trimmed bush, paying extra attention to my hairless heavy balls. The guy has started lathering up his own hair and acted as if he couldn't see, but I was pretty sure he was watching through slitted eyes. Pulling back my own foreskin I made a play of washing the big head of what was now a semi-hard cock and as I worked my cock slowly back and forward I could feel my cock starting to grow even more. It was kind of frowned on to get an erection in the shower with others around but as there was just the two of us I felt it would be OK to put on a bit of a show.
I had to laugh to myself as although the guy was appearing not to watch, I could see his cock twitch slightly before he turned away and rinsed himself off. Although I had no desire to be penetrated by another man I wasn't averse to sucking a nice cock and looking at his it looked very suckable indeed. Deciding to see what would happen I said in a cheery matey sort of tone.
"Name's Trevor, not seen you here before, you new?"
The man looked at me with an expression that was trying to appear as if he had only just noticed me for the first time, though I didn't bother to point out that his semi-boner showed he had been thinking of something.
"Hi, I'm Kevin, and yeah myself and my wife have just moved into town so was checking out the gym, might even become a member, what do you think?"
Deciding to play it cool I replied, "Yeah it's a good place, prices are reasonable. Listen if you fancy a beer then happy to talk about it. There is a great pub directly over the road. I am in there most evenings after working out here most afternoons."
"Would love to but not sure what the wife is doing, how about if I see you there then great, if not then am sure we will bump into each other sometime."
With that, he walked out of the shower area leaving me wondering if I had misread the signs.
"Guess I will have to wait and see if he shows," I said to myself as I towelled myself dry getting a couple of looks from a few interested parties at my still semi-hard cock. I have had more than my fair share of blow jobs in the cubicles at the gym and on a couple of occasions ploughed a nice ass. That tended to be with the more experienced bottoms rather than a virgin, which I was pretty sure Kevin was, that is if he was even interested at all. He had mentioned his wife pretty early in the conversation which was often the way straights would politely decline my advances. On the other hand, he did seem to show a lot of interest in my cock and he definitely got a semi on when he was sneaking glances.
The thought of breeding Kevin's virgin hairy ass made my cock twitch again drawing an almost girlie giggle from the man who walked past me and said quietly,
"Nice meat, I quite fancy a nice chew on a fat sausage."
There is an old saying, 'a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush,' and this was one of those moments. Kevin might show in the pub, he might not, but right now I needed to empty my sack and this guy looked like he might just do the job. Pushing open an empty cubicle I stepped inside and indicated to the man he should join me. He was an older man and clearly had sucked a lot of cocks in his life by the way he started to devour mine. As I grew to my full length I could hear him start to choke a little but I wasn't going to ease up, instead, I grabbed his head and started to fuck his face like it was an ass. I could feel his throat wrapped around the head of my cock and he was spluttering but took my cock like a pro until with a grunt I unloaded into his greedy mouth. When I eased back a little to let him breathe he sucked deeply, not allowing me to leave until he had sucked every last drop.
To my relief, the guy was a pure cock-sucker and didn't start the normal embarrassing round of wanting my number so he could take it to round two, instead, he just wiped his lips and left the cubicle.
*****
In the evening of the same day, I sat at my normal place at the bar sipping lager from the bottle. I always sat in the same place as it allowed me to watch the door discreetly and at the same time check out anyone going past me to the gent's toilets. I wasn't really security for the place, but Alan who owned the 'Cottage Inn' was an old lover so I didn't mind helping him out should the need arise. To be honest there was very little trouble as even when a few likely lads came in with the idea of a bit of 'queer bashing' one look at my heavily muscled 6' 6" frame they would soon change their minds. The white tee-shirt I was wearing looked like it was sprayed on and there wasn't an ounce of fat on my finely toned body which came from my daily workout at the local gym.
I could almost hear the bottoms in the bar drooling as they muttered among themselves and compared notes in hushed tones, but I ignored the young twinks who kept fluttered their eyelids at me. I know that they all hoped I might take notice of them and take a fancy to one of them, with it ending up me fucking them with my legendary ten-inch penis. One of the main reasons that it was legendary is that most of the bottoms who frequented the bar had tried to take it in one hole or another at some point, and were more than happy to tell others about their experience making gestures and noises as they recounted their tale.
Tonight though, I had my heart set on something else, tonight I wanted a straight virgin ass, ideally married but the main thing was that I would be the first inside them. The joy of seeing a man's face screw up in pain and lust as my cock slipped deeper and deeper was truly a thing of beauty and I loved the little sounds they made as they were penetrated for the first time, their ass gripping my cock so tightly I would often think they would surely squeeze it off.
