Alpha Top Discovers He Prefers Life as a Bottom

Top Discovers He Prefers Life as a Bottom

The club wasn’t too far from my office and since parking was a bitch on Friday nights, I decided to park at my building and walked the four blocks to where Jonah and a group of friends were celebrating his birthday. Jonah had reserved the loft, which overlooked the entire bar, and I quickly found him, drink in hand, toasting his 27th with a group of his friends.

I walked up the stairs, admiring his lean 6’0 frame as he laughed at something one of his friends said, his dark brown hair flopping boyishly in his brown eyes. He took a drink from his bottle of Pacifico, turned to say something, and saw me approach.

“Stevie!” he greeted me with a shout and a half hug. I smiled at the nickname only he ever used. “I’m so glad you made it! I wasn’t sure you were coming.”

“Are you kidding me? You come all the way from Seattle to celebrate your birthday, you bet your ass I’m coming,” I said, enjoying the strength of his embrace. “Wouldn’t miss it. In fact, I have no plans the entire weekend.”

Since everybody else looked to be a few drinks in, I figured I’d be designated driver. I signaled to the bartender and ordered a Sprite. “Noooo… it’s my birthday,” Jonah said, stopping the bartender. “He’ll have a Singapore Sling!” he shouted over the noise.

“A Singapore what? What the fuck is that?” I asked.

Jonah paid for the drink over my protests and we toasted. He clinked his bottle to my glass and winked at me, his lips curving up slightly as he watched me take a sip. Whatever a Singapore Sling was, it was good. A little on the sweet side but not overly so. I’m a beer guy and don’t usually drink mixed drinks, but one would be fine. Plus, as Jonah said, it was his birthday.

“Let me introduce you to some of the guys,” he said, taking my arm and leading me to where a group of young men were talking. I graduated from college seven years ago and had stayed here in San Diego while most of the guys I was closest to, including Jonah, who was a year behind me, had moved away.

I recognized a few of the guys but didn’t really know them that well. Because Jonah and I had different majors we didn’t have a lot of the same friends. But we had the important things in common: I liked to fuck and Jonah liked to be fucked.

Two of the guys, a pair of beefy gym jocks named Brent and Jeff, stood out in particular. They were both about Jonah’s height and were very cute. I’d never met them but apparently they knew who I was.

They spent a good part of the evening following me around like smitten acolytes, casting worshipful glances at me as they complimented my body and asked about my diet and workout routine while taking multiple opportunities to feel my pecs, biceps, and, occasionally, my ass. It was a good thing the lights were dim in the club because I started throwing wood thinking of the fun I could have tag-teaming these two.

I’ve been told, on occasion, that I have a young ‘Chris Hemsworth thing’ going on. While I don’t mind the comparison, I don’t think we look that much alike, other than we both have thick blond hair, blue eyes, and favor a bit of facial hair. Oh, and he’s an inch taller than my 6’2 (yes, I checked).

Jonah handed me another drink and I arched my brow and I tried to turn it down, wondering what he was playing at.

“Oh, come on,” he half-pleaded, looking up at me with his big brown puppy dog eyes, his lower lip thrust out. “It’s my birthday, celebrate! Fuck, I’ll spring for an Uber back to your place.”

My place? Hmmm… “Okay,” I assented. This was shaping up better than I’d imagined. “What the hell.”

“Good, now quit being such a pussy and drink up!”

Pussy? I curled my lip in a mock snarl and gave him a friendly bump with my shoulder. He looked up at me with a mischievous grin and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes as we clinked glasses again.

By the time we left the bar, I’d somehow had two more Singapore Slings and was feeling pretty good. Four drinks in three hours isn’t a whole lot to some guys, but it was pushing the limit for me, especially since all I’d had to eat since lunch was some pretzels and a couple of fried mozzarella sticks. Between the drinks and Brent and Jeff’s constant fondling, I was a little smashed and very horny, and it was a struggle to keep my wits about me and act more sober that I was.

Jonah had also been flirting heavily with me all night and when he suggested he crash at my place, batting his long eyelashes as he rubbed my pecs, I knew I’d be getting lucky. I knew that look of his. I’d seen it plenty of times. He wanted to fuck. And damn if I wasn’t worked up and ready to oblige!

I finished my drink, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and said, “Let’s go.” I thought my voice sounded a little slurred, but nobody seemed to notice.

“I’m over my limit so Brent and Jeff offered to drop us off on the way back to their hotel if you don’t mind,” Jonah informed me as we walked in the brisk night air, his hand resting almost possessively on my lower back just above my ass. I nodded and didn’t think twice when we stopped at Jonah’s rental to retrieve an overnight bag from the trunk because, honestly, my mind was on Brent and Jeff, thinking about how much fun it would be to have them over as well.

I almost suggested it, but tonight I wanted it to be just me and Jonah. Hell, with all the signs and clues he’d been dropping left and right, I knew my itch was going to be scratched. I could feel my dick go erect in my briefs, throbbing at the thought of fucking his tight ass. It had been too long.

Jeff and Brent had slipped me their numbers earlier in the evening and I figured tomorrow night I could head over to their hotel or have them over for some hot threesome action. Hell, I could even ask Jonah if he wanted to watch.

Jonah had his hand between my legs the entire fifteen minute ride from the club to my townhouse, thumbing my fat prick through my worn jeans. I could see Brent checking us out in the rear view mirror from time to time but I was too turned on to give a fuck. Jonah was trying to work my dick free from my briefs so he could rub the denim across the sensitive piss slit and crown. Yeah, he remembered what I liked.

Every now and then he’d slide his hand up under my shirt and play with my nipples, giving them a random tweak and pluck. This was new to me and I lay my head against the headrest and let my legs fall open wider, giving him the access he wanted. He was getting me nice and aroused, obviously knowing the reward of my cock up his ass was only minutes away.

I zoned out somewhere along the way, caught up in the bliss, and the next thing I knew my pants were undone and Jonah had the head of my cock popped up over the waistband of my briefs and was running his finger over the head and circumcision scar, basting it with my pre-cum.

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6 thoughts on “Alpha Top Discovers He Prefers Life as a Bottom

  1. Rob Capitano says:

    Awesome writing, and I’m kind of addict for it. Better than visual Porn! Like Mark there. I would love to have the opportunity to work on my bottoming skills. Thanks much for sharing.

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