Gavin - I'm a top

I had yet another fight with my long-term boyfriend and stormed out. We’ve been together since we were freshmen in college, and now I’m 26 and starting to question if it’s time to throw in the towel. I’m so sick of all the recurring arguments; the little things that used to be cute are just annoying, and his attachment to his family is a constant problem; it’s like I’m in a relationship with them…not him.

I slammed the door and went to the bar down the street we used to frequent when we first moved into the neighborhood as college juniors. We haven’t been here in two years. I don’t even recognize any of the staff.

“Tanqueray and tonic,” I asked the 22-year-old bartender with rippling abs under his skin-tight t-shirt.

The music was bumping, and the place started filling up pretty quickly after 9:00. By this point, I had already had my third gin and tonic and was feeling pretty good. So I went onto the dance floor and started dancing. I'm just letting it all out under the lights and the vibes of the music. When a song came on I didn’t care for, I returned to the bar and ordered another drink.

“You’ve got some good moves,” I felt a hand on my bicep, squeezing it gently, then slid down to my wrist before letting go.

I chuckled, turning to see a guy with salt and pepper hair, a Colgate smile, and pecs like boulders in his shirt. “Oh, thanks. Only when I’m drunk,” I joked.

“Well, you know what they say about the way a guy dances?” He asked, leaning in so I could hear him over the music.

“What’s that?” I sipped my drink, feeling his hand land on my hip.

“If he’s a good dancer, he’s good at sex,” his stubble brushed against my cheek as his lips touched my ear on the word ‘sex,’ and he squeezed my waist.

I nearly choked on my drink but still felt cocky, “And?”

He grinned, “I’ll bet you’ve got an OnlyFans,” he yelled.

I laughed, “Nope, you’ve got me all wrong.”

“Do I?” He looked me up and down, one eyebrow cocked up.

“Well, I’ve mostly only been with my boyfriend,” I shrugged as if that answered his question. The feelings of anger towards my boyfriend boiled back up inside me, so I gulped my drink to try and tamper that fire.

He nodded, looked me up and down again, “So you need to get fucked,” he winked, dragging out the word ‘fucked’.

I laughed again, “I’m actually more of a top,” I heard myself saying when I meant to say I am in a relationship, so thanks, but no thanks.

He laughed, looked me up and down again, licked his lips, and leaned in to whisper in my ear, “When was the last time you let a man really fuck you?”

This forward question took me aback. We had just met. I don’t even know his name, and he’s asking me for intimate details about my sex life, or lack thereof. I’ve heard horror stories from our single friends about the dating scene, but this is something else. I’ll admit, just being asked the question did something in my pants. I felt myself getting a little chubbed up, which I feel guilty about, but it’s perfectly innocent, right? I mean, it’s just conversation, right?

“Like I said, I’m more often the top, but on special occasions,” I shrugged, “or if I’m really drunk, I’ll let my boyfriend fuck me,” I chuckled.

He held up his glass, “I’ll drink to that,” and we clinked glasses.

I sipped my drink, unsure of what we were drinking to exactly.

“I’m Gavin,” I held out my hand.

He shook my hand, “Dominic, you can call me Dom…or Daddy if you prefer,” he grinned.

That made me cringe, “Dom is fine.”

He smiled, “let me buy you another?”

I shrugged and showed him I had about half a glass left. Besides, I was already feeling over my limit.

“Can’t get you drunk enough to bottom if you don’t drink,” he gestured to the bartender and pointed at my glass.

I laughed, “Oh man, I think I’ve had enough already; I was going to finish this one and go home.”

“Oh really?” He grinned.

I raised my eyebrows, “home to my boyfriend,” I felt the need to clarify.

He chuckled, “Ah, and why is he home while you’re here?” He sipped his drink.

I sipped my drink while explaining our argument, and he nodded along, adding a few pieces of advice, taking my side, of course, but buying me yet another drink in the process.

“I gotta pee,” I said, hopping to my feet, “Hold my chair,” I patted the bar stool seat and stumbled through the crowd to the bathroom. I haven’t been this drunk in a long time; I feel so good, so invincible, so alive! Mostly, I’m glad the urinals go all the way into the floor though, I was not able to stand still while taking a piss, and I would’ve made a mess otherwise.

On my way back to the bar, a guy started dancing on me, and it got pretty dirty pretty fast. I couldn’t help but get turned on. With the gin flowing through my body, I was really in the zone with this guy, just having a blast until he kissed me. My gut reaction was to push him off, which I did, but when he looked at me like an abused puppy, I let him kiss me on his second attempt. Letting him feel me up, rubbing his hands through my hair, grinding his bulge into my growing bulge, and it was hot. Hotter than anything I’d done with my boyfriend in a year. I let my hands explore his body, too, especially his plump ass, which got a moan from him, and I ate it up.

He broke our kiss and grabbed me by the wrist, pulling me to a dark corner of the bar. He didn’t say anything but took a little plastic baggie out of his coin pocket, dipped his pinky finger into it, and inhaled the white powder off his oddly long fingernail. Without asking, he dipped his finger back in the bag and held the powder under my nose. With my head spinning, I inhaled the powder and didn’t think about it.

I don’t know what it was, but I found myself back on the dance floor; the colors of the lights were so much more vibrant, and the vibes of the music passed through me like I was in an Ah-ha music video. I lost track of the time, the number of drinks I had had, and the number of times he pulled me into the corner to inhale his powder, but the last one we did together finished the bag, and we were back on the floor, dancing and sweating like it was the end of the world.

He got pulled away by a friend of his who was having an emotional crisis, and I continued dancing, expecting him to return as I let my body relax to the music. I eventually felt arms wrap around me and a bulge grinding into me from behind. I leaned into it for the rest of the song. The warmth of this man's firm body was the soul-melting hug I needed at this moment to this song. When it was over, he leaned in and kissed my neck. The stubble of his face scratched me, and I realized it wasn’t my dancing partner; it was Dominic.

“Mmm, oh hey,” I said as we continued to sway to the music, my arms going up behind me and over his head to wrap around him.

“I thought I lost you,” his arms pulled me tighter into him, his bulge pressing into my ass as his hands felt up my shirt, sending a rush through my body that made me moan in a way I haven’t since college. I flexed my abs for him, and it only made him grind into me more. His hands slid down far enough to let his fingertips slip into the waistband of my Calvins, but he didn’t push further in than the top of my trimmed pubes. “Breathe,” he whispered in my ear as his left hand came up to my chest. I took a deep breath, more profound than usual, so my chest would rise, and he’d feel it. As I did, I sucked in my abs a little, and his right hand dipped further into my underwear and cupped my cock and balls in the pouch.

“Oh shit,” my breath caught. No one other than my boyfriend had touched me there in eight years, and this guy's large, strong hands seemed to envelope my package. “I…I…umm,” I tried to say, something as my hand gripped his neck and the other was wrapped around his back, pulling him tighter to me. He rocked his hips to the music, and I rocked with him, grinding my ass on his hardening dick. His hand gripped my hardening cock as he kissed my neck, and the beat from the subwoofers pushed through us.

I should stop this; I know I should stop this, but it’s just dancing and harmless petting, right?

I flexed my 5.5 thick cut inches in his big hand, letting him know what I was working with. He ground his package into my ass, and even trapped in his pants, it felt like it was bigger than mine.

“Mmm,” I groaned as we moved to the beat of a club remix of ‘Murder On The Dancefloor.’’ He pulled his hand out of my underwear quickly, and then just as quickly, it was making its way back into my undies, passed my cock and balls this time, and a slick finger started feeling between my legs for my tight pucker. The feeling was intense, but the rush of this man’s boldness was the real turn-on. His knee forced my legs further apart, and his finger was able to get right on my hole, gently pushing my ass lips apart to the beat of the song as his tongue started working over my ear and into my ear in a way that was making me leak precum. I was in heaven.

When the song transitioned into ‘RUSH,’ I started singing along. Swaying my hips, the tip of his thick middle finger breached my sphincter and gave me a new rush of pleasure. “Mmm…I can feel your touch,” I sang as we danced.

“I have the good poppers at my place,” he grumbled in my ear.

“Mmm…I’ve never done poppers,” I confessed when I meant to say, “I have a boyfriend; take your finger out of me,” but I didn’t.

His left hand grabbed my chin, turned my face towards his, and kissed me forcefully as his finger slipped deeper into me and wiggled around. I moaned into his mouth and fell limp against him. He was so masculine, sexy, confident, and fuck, I need this attention right now. I also know I need to stop this before it goes too far. Has it already gone too far?

He broke our kiss as the song ended, “You can try the good ones at my place; they’ll loosen you up quick,” he said and wiggled his finger that was to the knuckle inside me now, pressing on my prostate.

“Mmm…I…umm, I can’t, I have a boyfriend,” I told him.

He chuckled, “That’s ok, I’m not trying to get in the middle,” he said. Then he slowly pulled his finger from inside me, leaving me feeling empty and like the moment was ending too fast. “But, maybe you just come over and try them. Then you’ll know what that song is really about.”

I can do that, right? That’s harmless; that’s not even cheating in any way. I nodded and bit my lip, “I guess I could do that. Let me close out my tab first.”

“I already took care of it; the bartender is my friend,” he said, grabbing my wrist and pulling me toward the door.

I quickly adjusted my hard dick in my underwear, pinning it in my waistband like I did in high school.

He leads me into the street, not stopping for a second. We only walked three blocks and turned once before he was using his keycard to get into a building. We took the elevator up a half dozen floors, and my heart started racing the entire time. The bright light of the elevator and the mirrors on the walls forced me to either look at myself or him, and I couldn’t look at myself at that moment, so I looked directly at him. He was a little older in this light, but handsome as hell, really fit too, probably 6’ around 200 lbs, and from what I felt on the dancefloor…all muscle.

The ding of the door scared me, but I turned my flinching into excited energy, acting like I was expecting the door to open and that I just wanted out of the elevator.

He pulled me to the apartment at the end of the hall, quickly unlocked the door, and walked me into his surprisingly large place…for this neighborhood. We kicked off our shoes, and he went into the kitchen. I took a look around.

“Oh wow, it’s big,” I guffawed at the space. The open floor plan made it so you could see out the living room windows from the kitchen, where he was quickly mixing some drinks.

“It’s even bigger when you suck it,” he joked.

I shook my head at the low-hanging fruit but couldn’t help but smile. He handed me a drink with dark liquor, which isn’t my thing, but I was so far gone already that the taste barely registered as I sipped it and told him it tasted good.

“Why don’t you come to the bedroom,” he said, rubbing my shoulder.

“What, why?” I was pretty drunk, but not ‘cheat on my boyfriend drunk.’

He chuckled, pulling me by the wrist towards the bedroom. “You wanted to try my poppers; that’s where I keep them.”

“Oh,” I chuckled, “I forgot,” it made sense, and I let him walk me into the only bedroom.

The room was dimly lit, with dark wood furnishings and a queen-sized bed in the middle of the room with navy blue sheets and blankets.

“Have a seat,” he said, walking over to his dresser and opening the top drawer.

I looked around, but there was nowhere to sit but the bed, so I sat on the edge of the mattress. It was kind of high; I had to hop up, and my legs dangled over the edge, making me laugh. I took a big sip of my drink before he came over with a black drawstring bag and set it next to me on the bed. He stood between my legs, which made my heart race and I had to remind myself I was not here to do anything nefarious, just having fun with another guy who wanted to introduce me to something I had been thinking about trying for a while.

He was digging in the bag with his left hand, and I realized his right hand was rubbing my upper thigh, probably subconsciously. I sipped my drink and leaned back on my elbows to put a little more space between us.

“Here we go,” he said, pulling what looked like an aluminum bottle from his little black bag. He shook it and grinned at me, “These are the good ones,” he said. Then he took a sip of his drink, set it down on the floor, grabbed my drink, and set it next to his. He uncapped the bottle and inhaled a big breath of the fumes, then held it for a bit and did it again on the other side of his nose. “That’s really good,” he nodded and smiled at me, handing me the bottle.

I was a little nervous, but I had been curious for a while about poppers, so I pushed past my anxiety and followed the sound of his voice. He rubbed my thighs with his strong hands, gently but firmly, and talked me through it, “Just hold that side closed and inhale deep, real deep.”

I took a good huff, and instantly, my head started spinning. My heart was racing, but in a different way from my nerves; in fact, my nerves seemed to disappear, and I could actually feel my body relaxing…which was amazing on its own. I rolled my head on my shoulders and let the room sort of drift away. He squeezed my thighs right up by my crotch, and his thumbs accidentally grazed my crotch, forcing me back into my body and the room. I opened my eyes to see him grinning at me. “Good, huh?” I nodded and smiled like a fool. “Go again,” he said.

The second hit took me even further into euphoria. The sound of my heart beating in my throat started ringing in my ears. “Wow, that’s…better than I expected,” I chuckled.

He shook his head, continuing to rub my thighs, “That’s only the tip of it. Do you like getting your ass eaten?”

I chuckled, “Yeah, who doesn’t?”

He rubbed from my knees to my crotch, his firm grip massaging the muscles I didn’t realize were aching. “You haven’t enjoyed getting your ass eaten until you’ve taken hits off these with a tongue in your ass,” he chuckled.

I leaned back on my elbows, “Well, my boyfriend isn’t a big fan of eating ass and would never allow me to bring poppers into the bedroom,” I shrugged.

He took the bottle from me, took another hit, one on each side, and then passed it to me. I took another hit on each side, feeling that rush Troye Sivan was singing about. “Mmm…that’s nice.” I let my head fall back and just enjoyed the moment.

“You’re boyfriend doesn’t eat that sexy ass of yours?” He asked, unbuttoning my jeans, “oops,” he chuckled, pulling the zipper down, exposing my grey briefs, and rubbing my thighs to the knee and back up to my waist, letting his fingers dig into the sides of my ass cheeks when he reached the top.

“Mmm…ha, no, he’s not a fan. Besides,” I pointed hard to my chest, “I’m the top; I eat his ass,” I mumbled, feeling all of tonight's drinks seeming to hit me all at once.

He took another hit, “Mmmhmm, some guys are like that; I love it, though. Top or bottom, I’m eating ass; it doesn’t matter,” He passed me the bottle and I went again. He started tugging my jeans down, getting them quickly to my knees, but I spread my legs so he couldn’t pull them all the way off. I wasn’t sure what he was doing, and I wasn’t sure if this was going too far, but being in my underwear in front of this guy both turned me on and made me nervous. “If you want to try it, I’ll happily eat you out,” he continued rubbing my legs just as the rush washed over me. His fingers slipped into the elastic leg holes of my briefs, feeling the sides of my ass cheeks and then sliding back down my bare thighs.

“Mmm, that would be nice,” I heard myself say, even though I wanted to say, ‘No, thanks, I have a boyfriend.’

He immediately went for the waistband of my underwear. I managed to get a hand on my briefs and pull them back up as my dick sprang out; I tucked it back in. “Woah,” I chuckled, “What are you doing?” I asked, sitting back up on my elbows and holding onto my briefs in a vice grip.

He kept pulling my jeans down, “You said you wanted me to eat your ass; I’m helping you get the full poppers experience,” he grinned as my jeans came off my feet with one last tug.

“I, umm…Nah, I shouldn’t; I have a boyfriend,” I finally admitted.

He grinned, rubbing his hands up my thighs again; this time, his eyes locked on my crotch, where my briefs were doing very little to hide my erection. “You said that already, but you’re here,” he kissed my left thigh, “your pants are off,” he kissed my right thigh, then slid his hands up to my crotch where his thumbs went below my balls and massaged my grundle, barely missing my hole from outside my underwear, “and you really want to experience a rim job while hitting poppers, don’t you?” he cocked his head to the side looking for me to deny any of those things.

I fell back onto the plush mattress, rubbing my face. “Uhhhaa,” I groaned at the temptation. His rubbing my erogenous zone was feeling so good, and it’s not like this was cheating; this was basically a massage, right? Would it be cheating if I let him eat me out? I mean, that other guy at the bar made out with me on the dancefloor and…I don’t feel like that was cheating. This would be like a kiss on the cheek. A kiss on my ass cheek that lingers and massages my hole in a very personal way.

He wrapped all of his fingers over the waistband of my underwear and very slowly started pulling them down, I felt my grip loosen, and I felt myself lift my ass, and my cock sprang free. I shook my head from side to side and rationalized what was happening. He spread my naked legs, put my feet on the edge of the mattress, and pulled my waist firmly to the edge in a quick maneuver. He pushed my legs down like a butterfly, his hands sliding down to my crotch again, his thumbs rubbing my naked hole while his hands massaged my groin. “Huh,” he said.

I lay there with my face covered by my hands, “What?”

He looked up at me, one eyebrow cocked, “You’re the top in your relationship?”

I chuckled, “Yeah, why?”

“Well, you’ve got this really nice ass,” his thumbs pushed harder on my ass, making me moan, “but you’re dick is…” he trailed off.

I chuckled, “What? It’s big enough to get the job done.”

“Sure, but still, a bottom needs some real inches. Like mine,” He yanked his jeans and boxers down, his 7” uncut dick sprang free, and he rubbed it up my crotch alongside my dick. Grabbing both our dicks in his hands, it was clear he was longer and thicker than me, but the sensation made me moan nonetheless. “See, this is a real top-dick,” he chuckled.

“What can I say? Mine gets the job done,” I shrugged, my focus blurry, but the sight of our cocks together was making me drip precum. I was so turned on…but this was going too far, right? I mean, dicks out, touching each other's dicks? Well…he was touching both our dicks; technically, I was just sitting here, right? I shook my head, shook the bottle of poppers, and took a deep hit on both sides, letting the rush relax me again. I fell back onto the mattress, enjoying the touching instead of worrying about it, losing all control.

He rocked his hips, and his dick accidentally slipped down below my balls, rubbing over my hole and tucking between my cheeks and the mattress.

“Mmm,” I chuckled, shaking my head, trying to silence the voice in my head that was starting to question if I should get dressed and leave.

He leaned over me, stroking his dick over my hole again; this time it felt intentional. Why was he even naked? Oh yeah, to show me what a real dick looks like. I chuckled at the thought. He grabbed the poppers, took a hit, then another, and handed them to me. “Take a deep hit on both sides, twice,” he instructed.

I did as I was told, almost blacking out on the last inhale, but fuck it felt good. That’s when I felt his thumbs massaging my hole again, quickly replaced by his tongue. “Mmmm, fuck,” I felt my hole instantly open up for his tongue to slip in.

He chuckled, pushing it in deep for a second before pulling it out. “For a top, your hole seems to open up quick,” he said, then dove back in. He ate me out in a way I’ve never felt before. I bit back a cry of pleasure, but it still came out in a moan, and it didn’t help that I was rocking my hips on his tongue as I fucked my dick up into the air for more.

“You like that?” He asked, only stopping for a second.

“Mmm, yeah, feels…so good,” I moaned.

“Take another hit, really loosen up for me,” he said.

I did as I was told, the thoughts of ‘Has this gone too far,’ quickly fading from my mind and replaced with, “Mmm…that feels good,” which I accidentally said out loud.

He continued eating my ass for a bit longer, licking my inner walls and occasionally sucking on my balls, paying no attention to my dick, so I grabbed it and started stroking myself. I know I shouldn’t, but I needed to get off. This felt too good to let it be done here and not with an orgasm. Then I felt him replace his tongue with a finger, pushing it deep into me. “Mmm,” I moaned. This was probably too far, right? I should tell him to pull it out. A finger inside me was beyond a kiss or a massage, but “Mmmfffuuck, that feels good,” he pushed deep into me and hit my prostate, silencing that voice in my head once again.

He stood up and pulled his shirt off, using it to wipe his mouth dry, and dropped it on the floor. I continued stroking myself and watched as he stroked himself, his free hand grabbing my upper thigh, and his thumb continued massaging my well-eaten hole. I moaned and rocked on his digit, feeling it push into my hole. It was firm and thicker than his tongue, but it felt great. He tapped his cock on my balls, his head now exposed as he pulled his foreskin back, it glistened with precum, and he let out a low growl.

He let his dick dangle below my balls for a second as he reached up for the poppers, taking a deep hit, then another, and handed them to me. I followed his lead, taking a deep hit on both sides and letting that rush wash over me. “Again,” he said, squeezing my thighs with both hands, both of his thumbs massaging my hole, pulling it apart gently. I took another hit, then on the other side, and felt his tongue back on my hole. “Mmmm, fuuuuuck,” I groaned until his tongue pushed hard, and I realized it was his thick cock popping into my hole. “Ungh…fuck, wait, unnngh,” I pushed on his hips, and his cock popped back out of my hole, allowing me to relax back onto the mattress.

“You don’t want it?” He asked.

“No, I do, but I can’t,” I groaned.

“Why not?” He put his head on my hole and stroked his cock around in gentle circles, teasing me, taunting me. Pulling his foreskin back so his precum-lubed head easily slipped into my outer ring.

“Mmm,” I hummed in pleasure. Fuck, I know this is way too far, I need to stop this. “We can’t; I have a boyfriend,” I reminded him.

“So, he doesn’t have to know,” Dom told me, then added a little pressure to my still exposed hole…and it felt so good.

“Ungh, you don’t even have a condom on,” I groaned.

He reached quickly into his little black bag and produced a condom, “If I wear this, can I fuck you?”

My heart skipped a beat; the feeling of his cock head leaking precum onto my hole was feeling so good I couldn’t think straight. Fuck it. I took another hit of the poppers and lay back on the bed. I’ve come this far. I took another hit and let the rush take me where I wanted to be.

Dominic rolled the condom onto his dick, and he produced a small tube of lube from his bag, coating himself and me, fingering some extra lube into my hole as the rush hit me just right. Then his cock head was back at my hole, feeling around for the opening. “Take two more hits, really big ones,” he insisted.

I did what he said, and I felt him pushing in before I could finish the last one. His dick was much wider than my boyfriend's dick, and he only fucked me once a year when I let him, but this monster was about to rip me open. The spinning from the booze and poppers helped ease him in. He didn’t take it inch by inch but gently pushed balls deep. “Fuck you’re tight,” he said once he hit enough resistance and he couldn’t push any deeper.

“Ungh…I don’t bottom,” I told him, feeling the pangs of a dick in my ass, dulled by the poppers, starting to wonder what I was doing bottoming for a guy who isn’t my boyfriend with such a big dick. He rocked his hips, “Unghmmm, fuck,” I groaned.

“Mmm, yeah, you opened right up for me, Gavin,” he stroked his dick from tip to balls inside me. “Oh yeah, you just needed a real man to show you how much you enjoy bottoming, huh?”

“Mmmm,” I groaned, feeling him hitting my prostate and bottoming out inside me. I hit the poppers again instead of telling him I’m a top and to fuck off. Letting the rush wash over me and feeling my hole open for his next series of thrusts, I suddenly enjoyed being his bottom. “Fuuuuuck,” I groaned, reaching for my dick, bringing it back to life with a few strokes. The rush of blood to the head of my cock combined with his thrusting into my hole, was giving me more pleasure than topping a tight ass.

“Yeah, that’s it, take my dick,” he pounded into me in rapid thrusts. “I knew you were a bottom that needed to be fucked as soon as I saw you at that bar,” he chuckled, leaning over me and kissing me. He tasted of alcohol, and his kissing was sloppy, but fuck me, that dick felt so good inside me. “Tell me you like it,” he looked me in the eyes and grinned.

“It feels so good,” I told him, pushing him up so I could get back to stroking my dick. He spread my legs out wide and thrust up into me hard and grunted as his hips slammed my ass. I couldn’t help but moan; it feels so good I’m already getting close to blowing my load.

His cock fell from my ass, and he used his hips to find my hole and push back in hands-free; it suddenly felt so good I nearly blew my load. He grunted again as he slammed into the hilt. “Fuck, your ass is so tight,” he held his cock there for a second as he took a hit of the poppers and passed them to me.

He pushed my knees up by my head as I hooked my arms around and took a deep hit, then another hit as he held me still but pegged my ass.

The rush of poppers took over me, “Fuuuck, that feels good,” I groaned. The feeling washed over me; I felt so good inside and out; I was getting really close.

“Yeah, too good,” he groaned and looked down, then started chuckling. “Looks like your tight ass snapped the condom,” he effortlessly slid his cock into and out of my hole, grinding his hips into me as he looked into my eyes.

My head still spinning from the poppers, “Mmm, fuck, really?”

He grinned, thrusting into me again, “a while ago,” he chuckled.

“What?” I tried to sit up on my elbows and look at him, but his thrusting increased, and I fell back onto the mattress. “The condom broke?”

“Yeah,” he thrust into me, “You feel that?”

“Mmm, yeah?”

“That’s my raw dick,” he groaned, humping into me hard.

“Fuck, should you put on another one?” I asked, my brain dead from the pleasure and booze.

“I don’t have anything,” he said, “do you?” Not breaking his rhythm.

“Ungh, no, but…” he thrust into me hard.

“Then let’s keep going; I’m so close, I don’t want to stop,” he thrust hard and deeper than ever, “Mmm, and it feels so fucking good, right?”

“Mmm, yeah, but, ungh,” I couldn’t think, I’ve completely lost control.

“Take another hit of poppers, and you can get the full popper sex experience, Gavin,” He changed his thrusting to be less aggressive but full dick strokes. Almost pulling all the way out, then burying himself so deep I felt my hole struggle to stretch around his girth.

“Mmmm,” I felt around for the bottle, taking a deep hit as soon as I found it, then taking another and capping it just in time to feel him pick up the pace, thrusting hard enough to make my eyes roll into the back of my head. “Fuuuuck, that feels so good,” I groaned.

“So good,” he bobbled his head, pounding into me.

I grabbed my dick and started stroking, two pumps for every one of his thrusts. I squeezed my ass around his cock, and it forced him harder into my prostate, “Oh fuck, I’m getting close,” I warned.

“Me too,” he said, out of breath, pushing my knees wide towards the mattress so I could stroke myself and he could have full access to my hole.

A few more thrusts and he pushed me over the edge, “Oh fuck,” I groaned, clamping down on his cock as my orgasm rumbled through my body, squirting rope after rope of cum onto my t-shirt, “fuck, ungh,” I groaned as he fucked me through my orgasm. The pleasure quickly turned to a discomfort I didn’t like at all.

“Fuck, I’m cumming,” he grunted, slamming his hips into my ass, clenching his ass as his cock twitched inside me; a sudden warmth of wetness filled me up inside. His body went rigid, and he threw his head back as he gasped for air, “Fuuuuck,” he groaned.

When he relaxed a moment later, he quickly pulled his cock from my ass and let my legs go, letting them dangle over the edge of the bed as we both recovered from our intense orgasms.

I watched as he pulled the broken condom off his cock and tossed it in the trash bin. The sudden realization that he blew his load inside me washed over me like a wave of poppers. The feeling was euphoric in a different way, but the undertow of regret hit me even harder. “I gotta go,” I sat up quickly. “Do you have a paper towel or something,” I pointed at my cum covered t-shirt.

“Yeah, in the kitchen,” he pointed back out the door.

I rushed to the kitchen and used a paper towel to wipe the cum off my shirt; it was a fuck-ton of cum too. Then I dressed quickly, thanked him for letting me try his poppers, and ran out.

The night air was cool on my skin, especially the wet spots on my t-shirt. I only lived twelve blocks from Dominic, but it was the longest twelve blocks I’ve ever walked. It didn’t help that I was so drunk I kept stumbling over cracks in the sidewalk.

When I got home, I stripped down, not really thinking, and climbed into bed with my boyfriend. Thankfully, he got up early to go help his sister with some stupid school trip for her kids to a museum, so he didn’t even notice how hungover I was or that my t-shirt on the floor was covered in cum.