It was our 3rd fuck.
The first was at a sauna where he simply pushed me into the room, yanked off my towel, put on a condom, lubbed me up and banged me without any mercy or foreplay. All because I smiled at him just now. That commanding dominance knowing he's class A in looks and physique. I groaned in pain but he knew it was a price I gotta pay for wanting him. It was brutal but as any bottom would know, it became better and better till I autocum for him.

I don't need his respect, I only needed his phone number. He left without giving me that.

The next time was a month later when I saw him again at the sauna. He ignored me. I was sad but knew my place. I left him alone. I went looking around. Of course none was as good as him. I came by a room and heard some sexual activities going on inside. The lucky bottom was being pounded mercilessly.

But it ended quite abruptly with some mutterings and the door opened and there he stormed out. I smiled wondering what was going on. He grabbed me into the next room and slammed the door shut. His cock was already up. He put on a condom with a haste while breathing quite heavily obviously in a state of sexual arousal that did not meet with satisfaction just now.

He grabbed and pushed me over the bed and pounded me doggy over the edge. On and on he pounded with ferocity and this time he took the time to play with my nipple from behind. From pain to being delirious in a very short time, soon I was even raising my butts in sync to get him in deeper. It was quick climax for him while I was not about to cum. He collapsed and laid on top of me. I quickly jo to cum while I was feeling steamed up with his semi hard cock still inside me to feel.

When I cummed he could feel my ass clamp tight and gave him a tight squeeze and he playfully smacked my butts to acknowledge it.I grabbed his hands and brought them to my chest to hold me tight. I don't want him to leave so soon.

He held us together and we could hear our hearts beating in quick time. I murmured that I wish to know him. He laughed and said it is just a fuck, okay. Don't get serious.

I said sorry, I don't need to get serious and to prove it, I can be his fuck toy anytime.

tbc

Of Course The First Thing All Gays Will Always Ask.

Top? Btm? Or Flexi...
Answer is flexi top.
That has plenty of interpretations.
Do I like both? Not really.
I prefer to be top or not even have anal sex. But as any gay in this sexual circle will know, tops are the shakers and movers, btms are the less respected.
But what happens if you fancy a guy who is a top? Then you compete to be the top. The one who wants the other more, has to compromise and be the btm.

Having rolled in the gay hay stacks for so many years, of course I had lost a few and willingly got screwed royally.  Enough to void my virginity and the label of top. And not wanting to be labelled a btm, I chose to be called a flexi top.


Yes, if you are my type and you really must be top and push me hard enough, I will take yours up mine.

Since those I met don't know me, why don't I claim to be a pure top for added merits? Unfortunately, having cocks up one's arse before do leave very visible signs and psychological behaviors. Most tops can see through such vain coverups very easily. The most obvious one is that the arse lips do get turned out, puffed a little and will never recover the tightness of the skin. They don't call a brutal fuck a "pounding" for nothing. The continuous and rough pulling in and out of a big cock turned out the arse lips countless times and leaves it permanently puffy and slightly gaped.

The next question...what is my type? Unfortunately, it is the fair, stocky, handsome ones that float my boats. The unfortunate part is that most of them are tops. That means to win their favors, I had to offer up my butts most of the time.  Yeah I heard you snigger, "flexi top? when got screwed most of the time?"
Most of the time is not that many times because there are very few fair, stocky, handsome ones around. But these few times are what I find most memorable to recall here. Those other times when I jo or fucked someone less desirable, I won't be bothered to recall here. So you'll hear more about me being a btm yet I still claim to be a flexi top. Geez I do protest too much.

But then the oxymoron is that those few times that I got fucked, I did enjoy being the btm because it was great and I had offered my butts willingly like a true btm.

But those fair, stocky, handsome ones who are btms are even rarer. If I meet them, I certainly would push to be their top. Its an ego thing.