Bottom Man

Back in the day I went to a Turkish bath in Copenhagen and met and picked up a young university student. At first I took him for a sub but in no time he showed his much more dominant side. It had been a long time, very long time since I had subbed. As he got going his dominance became stronger and his demands for accommodating him more insist ant. It was time to recognize that he had picked me up and not the other way around.

Sex as a sub has it's own dimension, and turning sub for him tested my limits. His strong young cock went down my throat, down past my gag reflex, chocking deep, gagging and fighting to breath deep. He knew what he was doing, and I had no choice but to accept his dominance. Later, when he pushed me against the window sill overlooking the street, shoving hard against me, penetrating my dry ass, I knew what sweet surrender meant, take the pain, take the force, take his cock until his balls were dancing against my thighs.

I left a different man, I walked until I found a cab q and was delivered to my hotel. It was over twenty years ago when I was a mid thirties top. I from time to time remember the day I was turned to he bottom side, like last night when a retired fireman broke me and taught me to like it.