Topping for a Change

Topping for a Change

I'm a natural bottom. My mouth and my ass have been used and abused countless times, but while I've been on the receiving end of my share of blow jobs, my cock has been in another's asshole only a few.

A problem with this inclination is that it's not so great for a healthy relationship. I've had a few last two or three months, but much as I enjoyed the thrill of being submissive to a partner in certain physical ways, it wore on my mental health too much and while I remained conscious enough I'd leave before my entire personality was erased into slavedom.

So it was a bit of a surprise when I went to a Saturday night event in the West Village and selected a black wristband. It was a hierarchical place. White for a total bottom, Yellow for a bottom but no assfucking, blue for swinging both ways, red for mostly bottom but willing to be topped by a black. And black was for the alphas, free to take whatever they wanted from whatever the others were willing to give.

I'd been to these events and gone with white. Which is what I expected to be doing this time, but at the last moment I lifted a black band from the table after paying the entrance fee.

The orgy would take place in a large open room, presumably rented out for less salacious things during the week. Maybe even weddings! It was downstairs. The windows it had were high on the walls and small rectangular things completely covered by small white drapes. The walls themselves were painted in a cream color. Full size beds were lined up along one wall, sticking out like a parking lot with space between them. Neither the beds nor the mattresses looked comfortable, being built for ease of transport instead of comfort. A table was between each, with lube tubes, hand towels, and condoms on them. This was a strict no-bareback event, even for the blacks.

Containers were set by the door for one's clothes and shoes and once inside everyone was naked. Exceptions were allowed for various types of adornment, so when I too was naked I saw several of the whites with leather collars and a few wore cockcages and butt plugs. Two were wearing garters and stockings, but their cocks, too, were exposed and in cages.

Things were already going and two reds were getting blow jobs against a wall and kissing each other with increasing passion as I and several others watched. It wasn't long before that show was over as the one on the left started shoving his cock into the mouth of his fellator until he exploded into it, immediately followed by the other's orgasm, the two being serviced struggling to keep their lips locked until they were finished.

When they were, each tapped the yellow on the head, more as a pet than anything else, and the two kissed the cocks they had enjoyed and rose and bowed to the men they had just pleasured.

I was very hard from the exhibition and decided to go all in, ha! ha!. One of the whites in the stockings was being fucked hard by a red on one of the beds and I stepped in that direction. It wasn't long here, too, for the fucker to come, and he pulled out, removed his condom and tossed it in a bin, and walked away without a word and nothing but a hard slap on the fuckee's right ass cheek for acknowledgement.

The white was on his front with his ass still on display, his cock and balls dangling down between his thighs, the cock secured into its shiny steel prison. He turned to see who was next, and when he saw me, he shook his ass side to side. He said nothing but his eyes caught mine and he mouthed "please" and smiled and turned to drop his head to his hands.

I was nervous. The guy who'd just fucked him obviously knew what he was doing, but I was not so sure about myself. But I was wearing a black band so I better figure that out. I got myself a medium sized condom and rolled it on, tapping the bottom on his ass. His hole looked well enough lubed, but I added some around it to be sure.

I knelt on the bed between his legs and decided to just shove my cock in through the sphincter. I stopped when I was inside him and he moved his ass side to side to get me to push in deeper and harder. I took the hint and slowly impaled my cock in his ass. It felt better than I expected. Far better. I bottomed out and gripped his hips holding him tight.

"I'm fucking you nice and slow until you beg me to pick it up, understood?"

He shook his ass side to side again and I slowly pulled nearly out before slowly, gloriously pushing back in. I was being transported with each plunge and my head began to rock slightly up and down and I was making a guttural sound of bliss as he began to coordinate his own movements with mine.

I sensed that we had an audience, but my whole world had compressed into the four corners of the uncomfortable bed as we entered into some strange dimension I'd never dare imagine.

"Harder. Faster," he groaned, his first words. I don't know for how long I'd been fucking him, but I was on the brink already so madness took over and I pulled and pushed as hard as I could, my quads beginning to scream in exhaustion as I did.

The wave crested into a tsunami and my thighs were banging into his until all sense was gone and my orgasm took complete control over me and my guttural moans became louder and louder until I shot three or four ropes helplessly into my lover.

I wrapped my arms around his stomach to recover and leaned down to give his back a kiss. I couldn't remain in that position for long, and neither could he. I raised myself up. I slowly pulled myself out of him, regretting the need for that as soon as I popped out, his asshole still open for its next impaler.

I ran my hands loving across both of his cheeks and leaned down to kiss one then the other.

I stepped to the side of the bed so I could look at him. My deflating cock was on display in its sheath, which I removed and tied up and threw into the bin. He smiled at me and I smiled back.

When a new red began to position himself on the bed, he turned and said he needed a break. The shit slapped him hard on the ass and said he'd use his mouth if he couldn't have his ass.

"Fuck you," the white said. "If I'm going to blow anyone, it's going to be this beauty right here"--nodding to my own cock--"and not the pitiful thing you call a cock." The red started getting pissed and I think he might have actually struck the white had I not intervened, pointing out that there were plenty of willing asses to be fucked so he didn't need this one.

The white was sitting on the side of the bed. He extended his hand. "I'm Tom, by the way." Anonymity is paramount at these kind of places, but I found myself telling him I was Brad, and we shook. The exchange got a bit of a murmur from others. There wasn't much I could do about that.

"Listen," Tom said, "nothing's going to top that, pardon the pun. You want to buy me a drink? I'm easy." He fluttered his eyes at me and since I knew nothing would be better than what I'd just done, at least for the night, I accepted his proposal, and within half-an-hour we were sitting at a small table at a (straight) bar on Vessey and telling each other about our selves.

It turns out that I'm not so much a natural bottom as I thought, thanks to the encounter. Tom, who's been my husband for three years, is more of that than I but he's flexible enough--truth be told he's very hard enough when we want him to be--in his psyche that he'll take care of my needs by fucking me on a regular basis even if ever since that first encounter fucking him to mind-numbing orgasms when his cock is caged and his legs are swathed in white nylons held up by a lacy garter belt is my greatest pleasure though now I prefer him being on his back, which allows me to stare into his beautiful eyes while I bareback him in our apartment.