I dropped Will off at the terminal around six. His flight wasn’t scheduled for another hour, but he had decided to get to the airport early, and get some reports into his hard drive in the first class lounge. The drive from Chelsea to LaGuardia had been silent torture. The only sound was the throaty growl of the Jaguar’s big eight-cylinder engine as we roared through the Midtown Tunnel and into Queens. It was always the same argument. Our relationship for the last two years has been primarily built on strong physical attraction, but our sexual needs were often at odds.

We were both tops. Our sex was always hot, physical, and athletic, but neither of us would submit ultimately to the other. As often as I tried, he simply would not surrender his temptingly tight little butt to me. I loved to try, and the struggle was often the sexiest part of our lovemaking. Will was a powerfully built man. He had played pro baseball in the early nineties, and had the sturdy shoulders and large biceps of a power hitter. A knee injury ended his career, or he would probably still be playing today.

Likewise, Will would try to get me underneath him all the time. I would let him put a finger or two into my tight asshole, but when that “big ten” came knocking at my back door, I’d buck him off me like a skittish bronco. This business trip would have him out of town for a week, and our goodbye sex that afternoon was the last straw. I refused to roll over and get fucked, and Will exploded. Neither of us dealt well with rejection. That’s what comes from over developed egos.

“You just don’t give a damn about what I need, do you Robby? You fucking selfish bastard. I give you everything you need, and you can’t give up one freaking thing to me that would make me happy?”

“So, what, now you own my ass because you pay the electric bill? You fucking think I’m your slave or something? And what about you, Will? You don’t really care about my needs, either. Keep your fucking money.”

His well-invested resources had enabled him to start a consulting business, and we lived comfortably together in a three-bedroom condo on west 23rd street, across from the Chelsea Hotel. But I was making enough on my own at the health club, and didn’t need to take his crap. I think I loved him, at least I cared a lot about him, but it looked like we were too similar to ever be compatible sexually. I think it was our narcissism that originally drew us to each other; we looked like twins and had the identical need to dominate. Our birthdays were even the same week, three days apart, and we planned to celebrate them next weekend when Will returned to New York.

So there I was, headed back from the airport to Manhattan in Will’s platinum Jaguar. He never let me drive it unless he was along for the ride. It was his baby, and he felt funny having another man at the wheel of his personal phallic symbol. The car service had no limo available, or I wouldn’t be driving it now. I approached the Brooklyn Bridge entrance, but just couldn’t turn the wheel. I sailed past the ramp and the Jag leapt forward on the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway, taking me towards the south shore. I had the top down despite the cool breeze blowing off the East River. I didn’t know exactly where I was going, but I knew this road. It was the route we took last summer when we drove out to Sayville, to catch the ferry for Fire Island. There is a bar near the terminal, The Crow Bar. Maybe a drink would calm me down.

The Crow Bar was a dingy little beer hall, paneled in dark wood with red vinyl tiles on the floor. The big old bar had a stainless steel top that looked like it came out of a high school biology lab. Beer lights and posters of nude men lined the walls behind a row of little round tables flanked by stools. In the back of the bar was a lounge. The place was packed for a Sunday night. I went to the bar and ordered a Corona. I glanced around at the patrons as I squeezed the lime wedge into the neck of the bottle. Some very handsome men mixed among the local-yokels. At the far end of the bar was a stunningly good looking young guy, with a motley assortment of men fawning and pawing at him. He was probably about 20 or 21 at the most. His golden hair was longish, falling on his shoulders in rings of gold. The wide grin on his angelic face showed me he loved the attention these big ole bears were giving him. One particularly beefy guy was standing close behind the kid, urgently pressing his torso into the small of his back as he sat on the barstool. The big hairy man was massaging the boy’s shoulders as he reached back around the mountain-man’s waist, encircling his substantial girth with his arms. His tightly muscled body showed through the thin fabric of his white sleeveless tee, and I saw a very nice little bulge in his faded jeans.

The kid noticed me looking at him. I think he liked what he saw, too, because a minute later he got up and headed towards the restroom. As he passed me, he brushed his hand across my back.

“Hey, man…How ya doin’? Don’t remember ever seeing you here before!”

He flashed a wicked grin at me, with white teeth and full pink lips that looked like they were made for sucking cock. He continued to the corner of the bar but didn’t go into the john; instead he lingered at the doorway to the dimly lit lounge. I watched him as he posed in the flickering blue neon, looking back at me to see if I was watching. Of course I was…his little butt swaying as he swaggered to the back of the bar, his glossy hair dancing on his broad shoulders, his delicate hands rubbing his rippled abdominals in lazy circles. I polished off my beer, picked up a condom from the bowl at the end of the bar and strode back to the doorway, following the golden boy into the room.

He was waiting a few feet beyond the entrance. As I entered his hand reached out and grabbed mine, pulling me to a couch in the corner. We sat together, my arm around his shoulder as he massaged my bulging dick through the stiff fabric of my jeans. He reached up to my face with his swollen lips and kissed me. I slipped my tongue into his mouth and tasted his sweet breath, Coca-Cola and peppermints.

“I’m Devon, call me Dev. Tell me what you want me to do. I’m versatile, I’ll give you whatever you need!”

I unbuttoned his fly and slipped his pants and briefs under his ass. He wrapped his arms tightly around my shoulders as I reached for his milky-white buttocks. They were soft and velvety, as smooth as a baby. I massaged them for a while, then slipped my hand between the damp crack, and put my thumb on the puckered rose of his asshole. He moaned and pressed his face into my neck.

There was a lot of intimate shit going on in the room, but we quickly became the center of attention. I have that big ego, so I was turned on to be the envy of so many men. Dev cried out as my thumb entered his ass. I flexed it inside him, making him whimper with pleasure. He reached down and opened my belt, unzipping the denim until my rock-hard cock popped out, fully erect with a drop of pre-cum glistening on it’s shiny head. He took it in his hand and pulled roughly on it.

“Holy shit, man! What an awesome cock. I really want you to screw me with it, okay? I promise you’ll enjoy it. I’m a really great fuck, and I love being nailed hard. Let me do the work and I’ll get you off, but good!”

I was sure he was great. I hated not being in control, but figured I’d let him do his thing. The men sat around us, various sexual acts in progress, waiting and watching for Dev to jump the handsome stranger. He opened my shirt, exposing my muscular pecs and mat of fine brown chest hair. He took my nipples between his thumb and forefinger as he straddled my hips, my cock standing straight up between his magnificent cheeks. Dev gently twisted them, pulling and massaging my tits until they stung. I pulled the condom out of my breast pocket and rolled it down my shaft. I slid down in the couch and Dev positioned himself to take my manhood into his gut. Squatting over me, his quivering asshole poised just on the crown of my prick, he slowly dropped himself down until I was fully inside him. He arched his back and moaned. His beautiful face showed the strain as he flexed his sphincter, trying to accept the huge intruder in his butt.

Our bodies were hooked up under the electric blue light. The other occupants of the lounge were mesmerized. The only sounds in the room were groans and gasps, as Dev began to lift his body off of my raging hard on, pulling himself up with his sturdy legs until I was almost entirely out of his ass, then letting himself drop down suddenly. The kid shuddered with delight and yelped like a puppy as his butt slapped against my groin. I held his slender waist with one hand to guide him as he rode my fuck pole, and jacked his perfect cock with the other. Someone passed him a bottle of poppers. He had a dreamy, faraway look in his baby-blue eyes. Dev shook and sighed as his body rose and fell on his impaler. I think he was in his own personal paradise. He came first, shooting his stream of thick white cum on my hairy belly. I scooped it up and smeared it across his chest. I popped my nut far inside his rectum, filling the condom with repeated shots of my own profuse spunk. Damn, I do love to fuck a sweet butt!

We wiped ourselves off and left the lounge. The trolls at the bar were gossiping like women about poor Dev before we even sat down. I bought him a Coke and ordered another Corona for myself. Dev snuggled next to me and explained that there is nothing he likes more than a big dick up his ass, and I was the best lay he could remember. I wondered how good his memory was, considering his weakness for poppers.

“You ever need me again, I’m ready to take whatever you got. Jus’ call me at this number, and I’m all yours!”

I took the napkin that he had scrawled his phone number on, and thrust it in my pocket. I gave him a playful rub on the head and a slap on the ass as I hopped off the stool and walked out of The Crow Bar. I hadn’t even told him my name!

The drive back to New York was invigorating. The cool night air wafting through the open car was clearing my head, the beer buzz was wearing off. I thought of Dev as I sped towards the city in Will’s shiny Jag. Such a hot guy. So sexual, like a cat in heat. Feminine, yet aggressive. Delicate, but proportioned like an athlete. Smooth and unblemished. How I wished I could see him again. I doubted that would ever happen. I reached in my pocket and found the napkin. Balling it up, I was about to toss it to the wind... but changed my mind. I shoved it back into my jeans.

I had an idea. The next night I called Dev, and finally introduced myself to him. He was very excited that I called. He wanted to see me that night, but it wasn’t going to happen. His hunger to be packed with cock was palpable. I could hear the desperation in his voice when he realized he wouldn’t be getting a fill up from his new fuck-buddy Rob.

“Awww, c’mon, I’m not that far away. Drive out here now, you could meet me by 10:00! I really want more. You are the hottest guy I’ve ever fucked. I can’t let you get away! I’m givin’ my ass up to ya, man! Don’t ya want it?”

I told him my idea, and explained the setup. He agreed to meet me at the train station in Sayville on Friday afternoon. I would swing by in the car and bring him back to the city with plenty of time to pick up Will at the airport. Dev was in heaven. The idea was just what he was looking for. He jumped at the chance to help me make it happen.

Will was waiting for me at the terminal exit, his bag in hand. We wasted no time getting back on the Cross Island Parkway, and I pulled the car into the garage around 8:00. We kissed in the parking deck for a couple minutes before getting out of the Jaguar. He was in a good mood, and I could tell by his kiss that he was horny. I wished him a happy birthday.

“Will, I have a big birthday surprise for you upstairs. I hope you accept it and enjoy what I’ve gotten you! I don‘t think it‘s anything you would ever expect.”

He looked at me quizzically, but smiled and gave me a peck on the cheek as we rode up the elevator. I grabbed his basket and squeezed hard. He groaned.

“Wait till I get you upstairs, Rob. I’ve been saving up all of my energy for when I could get you alone back home. I’m about to explode!”

I chuckled to myself, and opened the front door. I had thrown rose petals down in a path leading to the master bedroom. Will laughed, and dropping his bag followed the path to his birthday surprise. Dev lay on the bed, face pressed into the pillows, his firm white ass popping high off his hips with a bouquet of red roses sticking out of his asshole, like a living vase. His hands and feet were tied to the bedposts with red satin ribbon and he had a big red bow tied around his neck. “Happy Birthday to Will and Rob” was written across Dev’s back in red magic marker. Will’s face dropped, his shock and astonishment showing as he stood motionless by the side of the bed.

I had no idea how he would react. What would he do next? To my relief, he started to giggle, softly at first, but building to a loud burst of laughter. We both hopped on the bed from opposite sides and meeting in the middle kissed each other deeply over Dev’s velvety-smooth back. Dev whimpered softly, and Will started to rub his buttocks. I pulled one of the roses out of his ass, and stroked Will’s cheek with it. We quickly undressed, and lay naked on either side of the birthday gift. Our matching chests were pressing against Dev’s body, our thick brown chest hair tickling against his torso, making him squirm and shudder.

The roses were plucked from his asshole one at a time. Every time a stem slid from Dev’s puckered hole, he would sigh. This really turned Will on, and he started to hump Dev’s hip as our heads lay on his back. Will and I licked the soft skin on his shoulders, tracing a path to the middle where we kissed. The last rose was removed. Dev’s ass was liberally greased; I had done that in advance so the scene could play out with no interruptions. I looked at Dev. He was smiling, and gave me a nod of his head. He was into it, and he wanted more. I reached for a condom, and put it on my lover’s penis. Will mounted Dev, and slowly slid his cock between his silky ass cheeks. I lay on my stomach, holding Will’s shoulders and kissing him on the nape of the neck. I heard Dev cry out, then shake uncontrollably. His ass was being filled. True bottoms say there is nothing more satisfying than a very long cock jabbing at the prostate. I was pretty big, but Will had a monster between his legs. I’m sure Dev was getting everything he hoped for.

The sweat was pouring off Will’s back, drenching our little golden boy and soaking the sheets under him. I licked the salty moisture from his back as he pumped Dev’s willing ass. I put my hand on Will’s ass, slipping a finger into his hole. He didn’t resist. His muscles tightened, and he cried out.

“Damn, Rob! Holy fucking shit! I’m cumming, baby. I’m cumming for you, Robby!”

Dev’s back arched; he shoved his buttocks up and took all of Will’s ten inches as the thick tube injected living sex into his ass. I held his head in my hands and licked the briny sweat from his forehead. Will shuddered and groaned, Dev sobbing uncontrollably. His cries were of total satisfaction. He was delirious with joy. I untied Dev and held him till he stopped shaking. We lay huddled like that until our perspiration dried, then fell asleep in each other’s arms.

We had sex again the next morning. I had my turn using Dev’s bottom, and I knew again why I love to fuck. It was one of the most rewarding sexual experiences I ever had. To have the most perfect bottom under me, and the man I love next to me, was a fantasy I could never have even imagined.

Dev came into the city to see us often. He didn’t want to actually move in with us, although Will had asked him to. We made up the spare room for him, anyway. He enjoyed the bondage stuff, so I filled his room with toys to make him squirm. To this day we have a very satisfying arrangement. He stays with us several times a week, and we find new and exciting ways to abuse his ass.