Felix and I got on the empty MUNI bus together, sitting in seats facing each other. We stared each other down, both daring the other to look away. I opened my legs wide. He pinched his nipples until I could see them get hard through his v-neck t-shirt out of my periphery. I lifted my shirt just enough that he could see my lower abs. He did the same. I wanted to break contact and get a better view of his tanned skin that I knew would soon be under me. I knew he wanted to do the same and look at my cock which I could feel pressing up against my cargo shorts.

But neither of us flinched. Neither of us looked away. Neither of us conceded any ground in this tug-of-war only we were engaged in. Not until I saw him reach up and pull the cord to signal our stop.

I followed Felix down the street, up the stairs to the door, and pressed my crotch against him as he fumbled with his keys. It was the first time I really noticed our height difference as my cock pressed against his lower back. His body was firm and toned and I wanted that tight ass my eyes had been studying the whole way from the bus to where we were now.

The minute we were inside, the door was slammed shut and my shorts had not hit the floor before my cock was in his warm mouth. He struggled at first to take it deep, so instead compensated by using his hand to jack my dick with his slick saliva. His grip was firm with a thumb pressed up along the underside of my shaft, every stroke squeezing precum into his mouth, his moans vibrating his thick lips in waves. I placed my hands on the back of his head and began to face fuck him, but he turned me around so I had my back to the wall. He pinned my hips with his hands and held me there as he spun his head as he bobbed up and down.

“Someone’s an eager faggot.”

And that’s when he stopped. He removed his face from my cock and looked up at me with complete offense. “Excuse me?”

“I said, ‘Someone’s an eager faggot’.”

“I’m not a ‘faggot’.” Felix stood up and locked eyes with me.

“You said you’re a bottom though, and you’re into Domination.”

“Right.” Felix’s look of anger was beginning to subside, but it was replaced with something worse: bemusement at my confusion. “But I never said I was a sub.”

“You saying you’re a Dom? But you’re a bottom.”

Felix smiled and patted me on the face with his saliva-covered hand. “You’re cute and your cock is delicious, but you’re as dumb as a box of bricks. Just because you top, doesn’t make you a Dom. And just because someone bottoms, doesn’t make them a sub.”

“But how does that even work? How can you be a Dom when you’re getting fucked?”

“Wanna find out?” Felix removed the rest of his clothes and discarded them in a pile before walking to the bedroom. “Leave your clothes and wait for me in there.”