Text Stories

I guess we all have our quirks and kinks when it comes to choosing the
people we want to fuck. Some prefer blonds, some brunettes. Others want gym
bunnies or goth boys. My preference? Height.

For years, I've chosen my fuck buddies based on their height. Now, that's
not to say I didn't look for other things; it's just that height was at the
top of the list. What makes it kinky is that I only fuck guys who are
taller than me and I only bottom for guys who are shorter than me. As you
can imagine, at 6' 2", I bottom more often than I top.

I wanted to start writing these stories to share the more interesting
experiences that this preference has given me.

I'll start with one of my personal favorites. It involves the star of a
university basketball team that you might have heard of on television.
Since I'm not an exceptionally cruel person, I won't reveal his real
name. For the sake of the story, I'll call him Zack.

Zack was a freshman who had been heavily recruited by our school for his
prowess on the court. Just like any teenager, this amount of attention went
to his head. He would strut around the dorm, taking what he wanted from
other people's room. Every other day, another girl would take the "walk of
shame" from Zack's room, passing Zack's roommate who had been forced to
sleep in the hallway. Zack thought himself king of the mountain, the man
that everyone would bow down to worship.

Then I moved in.

Zack's roommate had requested a transfer and I happened to be next on the
waiting list. So Zack and I were now roomies.

I didn't follow sports at all and didn't have a clue who Zack was. I was
here to finish my degree and get my life started. At 21, I was the oldest
guy on the floor and the only one who could buy alcohol. Needless to say, I
became pretty popular.

At first, I didn't really mind the fact that Zack would use my stuff or
drink my beer. I didn't want to be his friend but I didn't want to be
constantly fighting with him either. It only took one week before Zack
pushed me over the edge.

I had spent most of the day at the library and around midnight, my eyes
refused to stay open. I trudged back to the room and saw the "sign" that
Zack had company. I groaned and went to the lobby. I figured I give him an
hour to finish up.

At one, I went back and the sign was still up. I was too tired to keep
waiting, so I unlocked the door and went in. The room was a mess! Empty
bottles and cans were everywhere. Too exhausted to do anything else, I
pushed the crap that was on my bed to the floor and crawled in for some
much needed sleep.

I was awakened a few hours later to the shrill scream of Zack's latest
conquest. I popped out of bed to see what all the fuss was about. Zack
groggily sat up and asked the question that was on my mind as well. "What
the fuck are you screaming for?"

An accusing finger was pointed in my direction. "What is he doing here?! I
thought you said we were going to be alone! He saw me naked!"

I rolled my eyes and decided to make peace. "Listen, I'll go out for a
minute so you can get dressed, okay?" I said, heading for the door. I had
been too tired to undress the night before, so I was comfortable walking to
the lobby to grab a soda. Hanging around downstairs for a few minutes, I
went back up to try and grab some more shut eye. That's when it all
started.

I opened the door and noticed that blondy had vacated. Zack was standing in
the center of the room, shirtless and looking pissed. "Sorry about that
Zack," I said, "I didn't see anything, so don't worry."

Zack strode over to me and shoved me against the door. At 6' 6", Zack had
four extra inches he tried to intimidate me with. He grabbed me by the
shirt and glared down at me. "Listen asshole," he yelled, "When I have a
girl here, you don't live here. Got it? I don't give a fuck where you
sleep, but it's not here!"

My temper was starting to flare up. "Zack," I said as calmly as I could,
"Let go of me right now."

He laughed in my face. "What are you gonna do, faggot?"

"Zack, I don't want to fight, so drop it!"

Zack released my shirt and yelled, "Nobody tells me what to do!" He then
punched me in the face.

I hadn't expected the blow, so I rolled with it as best I could. I tasted a
little blood in my mouth. I was no stranger to bar fights, so I put all 190
pounds of my body behind the punch I delivered to his stomach. Zack
literally flew off ground and landed a couple feet away.

At this point, I had lost my temper. Zack quickly got to his feet and tried
to fight, but I had more experience in brawling than he did. I laid him out
with a few more body blows and a shot to the jaw.

Zack was now groaning in pain on the floor, curled up in the fetal position
and clutching his stomach. I got down on my haunches and examined this
fallen star. I saw a few tears streaking down his cheek.

"Awww, is the little baby crying? Does him want his mommy?" I chided. I
heard a muffled response as Zack's breath started coming in little gasps.

"It's okay, little baby," I continued, "You can cry, I don't mind."

Zack gathered what little courage he had left and looked at me, his face
turning red. "Shut up! Just shut up!" he screamed.

I gave him a little swat on the cheek. "Don't shout at me Zack. I don't
want to have to hurt you anymore than I already have."

Zack began to cry, tears streaming down his cheeks. I felt a little bad for
him. It must have been pretty devastating to have someone shorter than you
kick your ass, especially after everyone you've ever met has told you how
great you are. I gently rubbed his shoulder, trying to provide some
brotherly comfort.

"Hey," I said, "Calm down buddy. It's going to be okay. You just had to
learn that not everyone is going to bend to your will."

After a few minutes, Zack's crying abated. I helped him to sit up against
the wall. His face was red and tears were still streaking down his cheeks.
I put my hand on his face and used my thumb to wipe away a tear. Our eyes
met. I looked into his bright blue eyes and saw a broken spirit. The
arrogance was gone, as was his pride. I saw an opportunity in those eyes
and moved on instinct.

My hand slid down Zack's cheek and lightly gripped his chin. I leaned
forward and kissed Zack on the lips. I felt him pull back, but there was no
where to go. My hand went to the back of his neck as my tongue forced his
lips apart. I pulled Zack to me, my tongue exploring his mouth. Zack's
hands were at my chest, trying to push me away. I felt the weakness in his
arms and pulled him tighter. Zack fought for only a moment before his arms
slowly encircled me.

We made out on the floor, our hands exploring each other's body. I began to
kiss Zack's neck, moving slowly to his defined pecs. Zack's hands were
running through my hair as little moans escaped his lips. I lightly sucked
on his nipple, feeling it stiffen. Zack gasped in pleasure, his hands
pushing my face to his chest.

I continued my journey down Zack's defined six pack, teasing him with small
kisses and light nibbling. I could feel his hardness and wasted no time in
stripping off his basketball shorts. I was greeted by the six inches of
Zack's manhood, a drop of precum there to meet me. I licked the head of
Zack's cock, savoring the taste. Zack's moans encouraged me to continue. I
quickly sucked on my fingers before taking his cock into my mouth.

I teasingly moved my tongue around the head of his cock. Zack moved his
hips, wanting me to do more. I started slowly, letting him relax and enjoy
the pleasures of my mouth. After a couple of minutes, my spit covered
fingers moved to his hole.

Zack was lost in the sensations of a good blow job and didn't register what
I was doing. My index finger slowly circled his entrance, eliciting gentle
moans from Zack. I then applied a little pressure and pushed into him. He
gasped in surprise, his hips involuntarily moving up and pushing his cock
further into my mouth. I moved my finger back forth while continuing to
suck his cock. I felt Zack relax as he adjusted to this new feeling.

I added a second and then a third finger. I could feel Zack's hole
loosening up. I had carefully kept him on the edge of orgasm for just this
moment. I pulled my mouth off his cock. Zack opened his eyes to see what
was going on. My fingers were still pumping away at his ass.

"Zack, do you want me to stop?"

My fingers were gently tapping his "g-spot" as he shook his head.

"From now on, you're my bitch, understand?"

Zack's eyes widened. I could see the confusion and fear that was starting
to invade his blissful state. Applying a little more pressure, I locked
onto his eyes. Zack shuddered at my ministrations. "Zack, you're my
bitch. Say it!"

"I...I'm your bitch..." he whispered.

"That's right. You're my little basketball bitch, aren't you?"

"Yes," he whispered, new tears forming in his eyes.

"And every bitch likes to get fucked, right?"

"Please...no..."

My eyes hadn't left his yet. I had to break down the last of his
resistance. "Zack," I said softly, "You already said that you were my
bitch. Does a bitch tell her man no?"

With my fingers still manipulating his boy pussy, Zack was finding it hard
to speak.

"No, she asks to get fucked, right? So, bitch, ask me to fuck you," I
ordered firmly.

"Please...please fuck me," Zack whispered.

"Louder bitch! Make me believe you want my cock in your pussy!"

Zack's eyes widened, the resistance gone, replaced by lust. "Fuck me! I
want your cock in my pussy! I want it!"

I unzipped my jeans and freed my seven and half inches. I spit into my left
hand to lube up while my right hand kept Zack's hole stretched. I withdrew
my fingers and put Zack's legs on to my shoulders. Putting my cock at the
entrance to his pussy, I decided make him ask one more time. "You want my
cock in you bitch?"

Before Zack could finish saying yes, I pushed the head of cock into his
hole. I heard Zack suck in a deep breath as his cherry popped. My eyes
closed as I reveled in the warmth and tightness of Zack's ass. I slowly let
my dick sink into his deflowered pussy. Once I bottomed out, I waited a
moment to let my boy adjust.

I began to fuck Zack slowly, letting him adjust to having a fat cock
filling his ass. In a couple of minutes, quiet moans of pleasure passed his
lips. When I heard them, I leaned down and kissed him deep and hard. Our
tongues massaged each other while I moved in and out of his hole.

Zack's legs slipped past my shoulders and wrapped around my waist. I could
feel him pulling me to him, wanting me deeper inside him. I obliged,
pushing as deep and as hard as I could. Zack's guttural moans of pleasure
spurred me on. I started ramming my cock into his hole, trying to force it
deeper into his ass. Zack's moans turned into cries of pleasure.

Shortly, he was begging me to fuck him faster. I furiously pistoned in and
out of his tight ass. Sweat was dripping from my brow and mixing with the
precum that had pooled at the base of Zack's cock. His body glistened with
sweat, his toned muscles writhing in pleasure to the pounding his pussy was
getting.

Zack's cries of pleasure soon became words. "Oh god...oh I'm going to
cum...it feels so good...don't stop...close...ohhhhhh"

I increased my tempo so I could come with him. Shortly, Zack gasped in
surprise as his cock spewed. His ass started to tighten and loosen around
my cock, milking it hard. I came before Zack had finished, my cum filling
his boy pussy. I had just claimed Zack as mine. He would always remember me
as the guy that had bred him.

As his orgasm subsided, Zack was panting hard. His eyes were closed, his
face a mixture of bliss and confusion. My cock had finished filling him
with my seed but I didn't immediately pull out. With my manhood still
buried in his no longer virgin ass, my cum coating his insides, I put the
final touches on my domination.

"Zack, open your eyes." He opened them, his baby blues searching my black,
cold eyes. "You are mine. From now on, you are my property, to be used
where ever and when ever I choose. Do you understand?"

I could see that Zack was thinking about what I had just said. Slowly, a
shy smile spread on his face. "Okay, I'll be yours," he said quietly.

With his admission to my superiority, I withdrew my cock from his ass. I
leaned against the wall, the bricks cooling my skin. My eyes closed as I
replayed everything that had happened. I had just fucked the star of our
basketball team and he had agreed to be my bitch! I was shocked at how
things had worked out, my mind reeling at the possibilities.

I as tried to come to terms with everything, I sensed that Zack was
moving. I felt him rest his head on my leg. His tongue took a tentative
swipe of my cock. I looked down into his smiling face.

"Can we do that again?" he asked cheerfully.