This is my first story. I got bored and decided to try my hand at it. Even though this is fiction, I'm going to describe my own body as accurately as I can and use memories of people I've encountered. Pictures are of me. The background is real, but the encounters come from my imagination.
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Becoming an Alpha Male
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The Background
Some of you reading this don't need to imagine very hard, how it must be to grow up deeply unattractive. Being Asian in a subtly racist country like Australia isn't that big a deal, nor is being obese, nor being unconsciously bisexual in a homophobic all-boys school. You could even forgive yourself for being a nerd with no social skills. The thing is, these little things add up. What I did have going for me, however, was a pretty big dick... not that people would know that by looking at me, of course...
Retrospectively I'm glad I was bullied... it was this incredible insecurity and self-consciousness that led me online to forums such as this, where I learned about jelqing and stretching exercises. As soon as I turned 18, I joined a gym and worked my literal ass off with a personal trainer. I even got my hands on a copy of The Game by Neil Strauss, and followed that paper trail to other books on picking up girls. I went so far as to join a pick-up "boot camp" to improve my game. I don't think I'd have done any of these things if the boys at school hadn't bullied me to near suicide. I was an angry kid, but their bullying was my fuel... and I had so much fuel.
Well, here I am now.
Without that kind of abuse, I wouldn't never have become the bodybuilder I am today. I don't think my cock would be as big either if I hadn't done all those exercises. And I certainly wouldn't have whored myself across the world. The thing is... the kind of bullying people like me get in school stays with them. To this day I still feel like I need to get bigger and stronger, fuck more people and be the alpha male I was told I'd never be. That's why I am writing this story too: I need everyone to know that the bullies lost.
When did I know I was bisexual? I've subconsciously known since I was really young. But the brain is just amazing at denial. I watched gay porn because I was "just curious", even though it was more than half my porn viewing. I'd be equally nervous talking to a hot guy as a hot girl. I didn't hook up with guys I really wanted to fuck because I was supposedly straight.
That all changed in 2016. I just couldn't deny it any more. I was in a hotel room all by myself and was horny, so I downloaded Grindr and started talking to some incredibly beautiful guys that were just fucking way out of my league. I didn't hook up that night because I was scared, but I'd made a breakthrough and realised I was definitely bisexual. A week later and I had all but shed my fears.
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All of the above is not fiction. The following encounters are.
I've had plenty of hot sex with men that I might share one day, but this is a fiction forum.
These are the kind of encounters I'm still waiting to chance upon.
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ONE - My First Gay Experience
Grindr had been on my phone for about three days, and my profile picture was this:
You've read about how for most of my life I had been ugly, unpopular and anti-social. Getting as much attention from guys as I did felt incredible, and there were some gorgeous, gorgeous men flirting with me. Of course I'd still flinch whenever I was told how hot I was, and I still don't really believe it now. Not so much these days, but three years ago I thought it was false flattery to just get into my pants.
Amongst all the men I spoke to, one really did stand out. His name was Corey and he worked at the university. Our chat was pretty hot, and we were sending nudes and talking dirty late into the night, but it was too late that night to meet, so we wished each other a good night and agreed to meet the next evening.
Corey was a white guy, a few inches taller than be and seriously sculpted by god himself. He was white, but had jet-black hair like me, and stood at a reasonable 6'1". His blue-grey eyes were hypnotic and his perfect dimpled smile couldn't help but force one out of me too. And that body of his... the kind of abs that catch droplets of sweat in their creases, a superhero chest that jutted out as much as mine did... maybe even more. Arms that bulged in every direction, rich with veins and striations, and a massive back that rippled through his T-shirt.
Of course I was nervous as I pulled into his driveway. I'd never been with a man before, and it was clear that Corey could have had any guy he wanted. When he answered the door I hid my nerves and returned a friendly smile, offering my hand to him. He took it firmly, but pulled me in for a hug. Our jutting pecs thudded together and I could feel how warm he was.
He knew it was my first time, so it began with just a bottle of wine and an exchange of stories. I'm afraid I can't share mine with you in much detail, as I'm trying to stay somewhat anonymous here, but he saw what an unapologetic nerd I am, as if the Grindr picture didn't already tell him that. And I wasn't expecting him to be the kind, shy man he was. Men that hot couldn't be that nice... could they? He wasn't cocky, but he did have fucking lethal banter, and the most full-bodied laugh that couldn't be faked. Our wineglasses empty, I stood up to refill them as an excuse to come sit closer. I could see a pretty distinct bulge in his pants as I sat beside him, and I knew he was as turned on as I was that moment.
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____________________
Becoming an Alpha Male
____________________
The Background
Some of you reading this don't need to imagine very hard, how it must be to grow up deeply unattractive. Being Asian in a subtly racist country like Australia isn't that big a deal, nor is being obese, nor being unconsciously bisexual in a homophobic all-boys school. You could even forgive yourself for being a nerd with no social skills. The thing is, these little things add up. What I did have going for me, however, was a pretty big dick... not that people would know that by looking at me, of course...
Retrospectively I'm glad I was bullied... it was this incredible insecurity and self-consciousness that led me online to forums such as this, where I learned about jelqing and stretching exercises. As soon as I turned 18, I joined a gym and worked my literal ass off with a personal trainer. I even got my hands on a copy of The Game by Neil Strauss, and followed that paper trail to other books on picking up girls. I went so far as to join a pick-up "boot camp" to improve my game. I don't think I'd have done any of these things if the boys at school hadn't bullied me to near suicide. I was an angry kid, but their bullying was my fuel... and I had so much fuel.
Well, here I am now.
Without that kind of abuse, I wouldn't never have become the bodybuilder I am today. I don't think my cock would be as big either if I hadn't done all those exercises. And I certainly wouldn't have whored myself across the world. The thing is... the kind of bullying people like me get in school stays with them. To this day I still feel like I need to get bigger and stronger, fuck more people and be the alpha male I was told I'd never be. That's why I am writing this story too: I need everyone to know that the bullies lost.
When did I know I was bisexual? I've subconsciously known since I was really young. But the brain is just amazing at denial. I watched gay porn because I was "just curious", even though it was more than half my porn viewing. I'd be equally nervous talking to a hot guy as a hot girl. I didn't hook up with guys I really wanted to fuck because I was supposedly straight.
That all changed in 2016. I just couldn't deny it any more. I was in a hotel room all by myself and was horny, so I downloaded Grindr and started talking to some incredibly beautiful guys that were just fucking way out of my league. I didn't hook up that night because I was scared, but I'd made a breakthrough and realised I was definitely bisexual. A week later and I had all but shed my fears.
_______________________
All of the above is not fiction. The following encounters are.
I've had plenty of hot sex with men that I might share one day, but this is a fiction forum.
These are the kind of encounters I'm still waiting to chance upon.
______________________
ONE - My First Gay Experience
Grindr had been on my phone for about three days, and my profile picture was this:
You've read about how for most of my life I had been ugly, unpopular and anti-social. Getting as much attention from guys as I did felt incredible, and there were some gorgeous, gorgeous men flirting with me. Of course I'd still flinch whenever I was told how hot I was, and I still don't really believe it now. Not so much these days, but three years ago I thought it was false flattery to just get into my pants.
Amongst all the men I spoke to, one really did stand out. His name was Corey and he worked at the university. Our chat was pretty hot, and we were sending nudes and talking dirty late into the night, but it was too late that night to meet, so we wished each other a good night and agreed to meet the next evening.
Corey was a white guy, a few inches taller than be and seriously sculpted by god himself. He was white, but had jet-black hair like me, and stood at a reasonable 6'1". His blue-grey eyes were hypnotic and his perfect dimpled smile couldn't help but force one out of me too. And that body of his... the kind of abs that catch droplets of sweat in their creases, a superhero chest that jutted out as much as mine did... maybe even more. Arms that bulged in every direction, rich with veins and striations, and a massive back that rippled through his T-shirt.
Of course I was nervous as I pulled into his driveway. I'd never been with a man before, and it was clear that Corey could have had any guy he wanted. When he answered the door I hid my nerves and returned a friendly smile, offering my hand to him. He took it firmly, but pulled me in for a hug. Our jutting pecs thudded together and I could feel how warm he was.
He knew it was my first time, so it began with just a bottle of wine and an exchange of stories. I'm afraid I can't share mine with you in much detail, as I'm trying to stay somewhat anonymous here, but he saw what an unapologetic nerd I am, as if the Grindr picture didn't already tell him that. And I wasn't expecting him to be the kind, shy man he was. Men that hot couldn't be that nice... could they? He wasn't cocky, but he did have fucking lethal banter, and the most full-bodied laugh that couldn't be faked. Our wineglasses empty, I stood up to refill them as an excuse to come sit closer. I could see a pretty distinct bulge in his pants as I sat beside him, and I knew he was as turned on as I was that moment.
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