This series contains male-on-male relationships, some of which are incestuous. If you think this will offend you, please do not read any of the chapters in this series. If you are looking for stories that focus solely on sex, this series is not for you either since love plays a huge part in this series. Otherwise, please enjoy the series and leave a public comment, or send me a private one. I love hearing from my readers and any feedback is sincerely appreciated.
All sexual encounters mentioned in my story involved people who are (or were) 18 years of age or older at the time. This series is a work of fiction; all characters, groups, organizations, and events in this series are fictional and any resemblances are entirely coincidental. Now without further ado, please enjoy the story.
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I loved being held by Trey, probably more than anything—something was off right now though. I felt his embrace and it was great at first but it suddenly lacked the warmth it usually did. I looked up at his face and he had a distant sort of look on his face that he usually got when something bothered him.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Nothing," he said and he attempted to smile but I could tell that it wasn't genuine.
"Bullshit."
Trey laughed bitterly. "Why can't I hide my troubles better from you, Nicolae? I need to work on that."
"No, you need to tell me what your troubles are, not hide them from me," I insisted.
"I'd like to keep this to myself; it is my problem, not yours."
"Would you like me to use that excuse the next time I have troubles of my own?"
He sighed. "You make a good point."
"Does it have to do with you bottoming just a little bit ago?"
Trey looked shocked. "How...?"
I sighed; I was afraid this would happen. He loved bottoming, and we both knew it. It doesn't bother most guys when they find out that they prefer bottoming but there are some guys who view it as emasculating, and as I feared, Trey was one of those guys. While I was fucking him he just got so into it that I had hoped my assumption was wrong but I guess his reaction is different now that he was no longer getting fucked. "Trey..."
"I know it's stupid, but I just feel less—masculine now. I don't like this feeling."
I closed my eyes so he wouldn't see me roll them, knowing that that wouldn't help. "You shouldn't feel emasculated just because you bottomed."
He snapped his fingers. "That's the word I was looking for! Its not only because I bottomed, I could deal with that, it's that I liked it so much," he added with a blush.
"It's not emasculating; it just means you like having your prostate, rectum, and anus stimulated more than your penis, sac, and testicles."
He ran his fingers through his hair. "I can deal with that too, it's just..."
"Just what?"
"You're a bottom."
"So?" I asked, confused.
He sighed. "I might not be the only guy are you with, but I want to be able to be the only guy you are with."
"That doesn't make sense."
He pulled on his hair a little, a telltale sign for Trey that he is anxious. "I'm not the only guy you are going to be having sex with, but I want it to be because you simply can have sex with other guys and not because I'm lacking in a certain area."
"What do you mean? You aren't lacking."
"I want to know that if we agree to stop having sex with other people that you won't be missing out on anything. I wanted to be a versatile top because you are a versatile bottom and you might want a guy that is just a top; I can't fill that role if I'm a versatile bottom too. I..."
"And I don't have tits and a vagina and you'd rather fuck a girl than a guy. How do I know that I would be enough if we become exclusive?"
He looked surprised. "You will be..."
I looked at him. "You will be enough too—I promise. Besides, the sex we just had was the hottest sex I've ever had. I normally prefer bottoming but with you—I second guess that."
He grinned at me. "Best sex you've had, huh?"
"Yeah—having two versatiles is actually the best case scenario."
"The best case scenario is if one versatile prefers topping while the other prefers bottoming."
"With you—I think...I prefer topping."
He blinked at me. "What?"