Curiosity got the better of me and I walked naked into the bedroom as instructed.

The room had a minimalistic design with a large bay window looking out onto the street. I wondered if Felix had ever been fucked up against it (he had) and if anyone had ever seen while passing by (they had). Felix stepped away to the adjacent bathroom and I heard the water run for what I assumed was a spot-check.

I got on the king-sized bed, but not before checking out the framed photos that sat on either side of the king-sized bed. They were obviously wedding photos of Felix and who I assumed was his husband; a plain-looking man who seemed to have the personality of mayonnaise. This is the guy with a 10” dick? I assumed Felix had been lying.

Felix stepped out of the bathroom and into the afternoon light, giving me my first good look at his body: tanned smooth skin, trimmed pubes leading to a good-sized dick with a massive head that looked even bigger on his small frame, and thick legs that led to his beautiful round ass.

“What are you staring at?” Felix asked but we both knew my answer.

“Your ass looks delicious.”

“Then eat it.” Felix mounted my face, spreading his cheeks so I could reach his hole, and began to grind. I grabbed his hips to pull my tongue into him more, but he moved them to his chest instead. His body was not as toned as mine, but I could feel every muscle move as he gyrated on me. I played with his nips and he became vocal as he continued to grind. He did not whimper like the faggots Will had me using, but moaned with an Alpha’s certainty.

I lost myself in his ass, tasting the lingering soap he had just used mixing with his natural flavor. I felt his moans again on my cock as we 69’d, although I didn’t know and didn’t care if it was from my tongue or cock that was causing his response. To be honest, I didn’t really care. All I was focused on was proving that a bottom can’t be a Dom when they’re getting fucked.

That was easier said than done though. Never once taking the other person from our mouths, we wrestled and rolled on the bed, neither of us ever maintaining top position for too long. I could have spent hours exploring his hole, feeling it respond to my tongue, and knowing I would be in there soon enough. That time eventually came when Felix had had enough foreplay.

“Stay there. On your back. Don’t move.” Felix reached into one of the side drawers and pulled out a Magnum, tearing the corner off and spitting it away. He unrolled the condom on my dick and applied lube, positioning himself over me, hovering as he asked, “You want it?”

“Fuck yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, now.” I refused to play his game, not when I could see the hunger in his eyes. I wanted him just as badly, but I fought to maintain distance and dominance. I thrusted up and managed to get enough of my cock in to prove I wasn’t going to back down. Instead of him backing up off of it, Felix dropped the weight of his body down onto my cock.

I could feel his glutes milking my cock from inside. The thin sheath of the condom did nothing to dull the sensation. “You feel fucking amazing on my dick.”

“You mean my dick.”

I pushed up into him, reminding that I was no passive partner. “You mean my ass…”
Felix just smiled. “We’ll see.” 

I placed my hands behind my head and admired the view. In this position, Felix was not a “bouncer” so much as a “grinder”. His ass moved in circles on my cock, allowing me to really get to know his insides, to learn the spots that made him moan, to feel the pressure of his prostate against my cock as it rubbed up against it. It was not that much different from the power bottoms I had fucked before, but the energy he gave off reminded me of when I had tag-teamed with another Alpha. It was more confident, focused on his own pleasure, and unapologetic. 

I matched my thrusts in time with his grinds and soon our bodies moved not as a top fucking a bottom, but as feedback loop of Alpha energy; the full embodiment of an Alpha-fuck.

I pulled him close and our mouths locked for the briefest of seconds before Felix pulled away..

“Sorry, got carried away.” Felix sat back up and continued to move his ass slowly on my cock. “One of the few rules my husband and I have.”

“I get it. I don’t usually kiss fag– I mean, ‘bottoms’ any way.”

“Seems to be a lot of things you don’t do, even though you’re ‘unattached’.” Felix caught in his hand a heavy drop of his own precum that flowed from the big head of his dick in spurts with every flexion of my cock in him. He lifted it to his mouth, but I caught him by the wrist before he could lick it clean.

“Like you said, I’m still learning.” I brought his hand to my mouth and licked his precum from the palm of his hand. It wasn’t the first time I had tasted another man’s precum, but its flavor was familiar. It tasted like Will’s. It tasted like my Alpha brothers’. It tasted like my own. It could have been a mental association, but the important fact was that I never would have done something like that with someone I viewed as a submissive faggot, someone below me in the hierarchy. This bottom whose ass I was buried deep inside was coded as an Alpha in my psyche. And I began to see paradigms shifting in my mental rigidity.

I rolled Felix onto his back, put his ankles on my shoulders, and resumed fucking him with a deep and even pace so he could feel every inch. Felix leaned up and licked his precum from my lips. I could tell he wanted to break the “no kissing” rule but –