Why some guys are passive

 I’m a bottom

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By Kevin McLean

Yes, I am a bottom. I am one of those cum bags, one of the fags in the receiving end of the fuck orgy. I am the one who gets gangbanged by eight studs one after the other. I am a bottom; confirmed, consummate, banners flying in the wind bottom. 

But when it comes to me, all bets are off. I don’t even look gay. I am the opposite of a gay man, a debunking exponent that gay men appear weak, feminine, and flamboyant. I can’t ever remember flipping my writs or rolling my eyes or having my voice go a pitch higher than what it actually is: a very masculine, deep bass man’s voice. I have what you call a broadcast voice.

A lot of people make the mistake of stereotyping. Heterosexuals in particular who are not familiar with gay people tend to bunch all of them together into one category that is almost always depicted as screaming, flamboyant queens. I have always been told: “gee, you don’t look gay, you don’t act gay” That in itself is a product of what the hetero world sees...pride parades with a carnival atmosphere where anything and everything is flaunted. Also, there has been a pervasive inclination to portray gays as comical, pathetic caricatures of of very effeminate men. 

You could not find a role model, nor could you watch a television show or a movie that had a gay character that wasn't depicted as some kind of undesirable loser and it fit the agenda of society because they wanted so much to repress homosexuality and to show everyone that this is a "chosen" "lifestyle" that brings repudiation and that gays are not gay but very unhappy.

The truth of the matter is that it is a very small percentage of the gay population that does drag and most of the ones that display effeminate traits are now dwindling in numbers. The new gay is oftentimes more masculine, more macho than straight breeders. And even drag queens are now afforded respectability and fame. A good example is Rue Paul who not only has found fame and fortune but has proven to have testicular fortitude.

Being so butch has its advantages. You can pick up just about anybody at a gay bar, for example. You can hang around some men who appear to be totally straight and eventually you get them in the sack. You have gym “buds” who admire you for your physique and your virility and that is the worm you put on the hook to catch them. Invariably you will have the opportunity to be in a private area like a shower or a locker room and that is where you put your moves on an unsuspecting stud.

I often find myself burning the midnight oil for some exam. It has been very difficult but now I am satisfied with four or five hours of sleep. The studying leaves very little time for any physical activities, games or the gym. I noticed I was gaining a little weight and getting a bit pudgy around the middle. So I made up my mind that I was going to remedy that and even go further…I was going to sculpt my body to make myself even more desirable. 

There was this gym in South Miami near my dorm that was open 24 hours a day and I would sleep four or five hours, wake up in the middle of the night and go and do my gym routine. At that hour, there are very few brave souls working out so that the equipment is always free and I can just breeze right through my routine. Afterwards, I shower, return to my dorm and study some more. After a couple of months of this very regimented discipline I was showing some results…no, I was blossoming, I was getting huge! This did not go unnoticed by some of my prospective tricks. 

 

I was always aware of this particular guy who would coincide with my gym visits two or three times a month. It was not a part of his routine but you could tell that he was dedicated and if he had a busy day, he would fit in his workout late at night or in the middle of it. I would look at him out of the corner of my eye and could not help but notice how good looking and well built he was. He also showed a bulge of incredible proportions. This went on for a while and I ignored him for the most part. Our interface was limited to a nod of the head to awknoledge each other’s presence and eventually there was a few words exchanged: “how ya’doing?” 

Then one night around three in the morning I got through my routine and went to the showers. Not more than three minutes later here comes Mr. Bodybuilder, naked as a jaybird and took his place in one of the center stalls. He could easily see me across the way but I chose to ignore him. I wasn’t even curious because I thought he was straight. Then I looked and he was facing away from me with his monumental bubble butt for me to see. I started to get excited as I noticed that he was soaping his genitals a little too long, he was caressing his jewels and it did not go past me that perhaps he was jerking off. 

Again, I turned around and tried to ignore the beautiful sight I had seen but now I was hard as a rock and proceeded to take care of it. I was going to yank one out, beat my monkey right there so I stepped closer into the shower partition so he couldn’t see me and began to play with myself. I thought he would not have enough cojones to investigate but he did. He got out of his shower stall and actually walked right smack in front of my stall and when I turned around and looked I was busted. 

No harm done, the dude was as hard as I was and holding his dick. He reached and grabbed my cock, obviously there was going to be some sexual action right then and thee but I opted to tell him to stop, we could go back to my dorm and play around there, I didn’t feel comfortable doing anything in the shower. So he followed me and we made love. Not only did we make love, it was the fourth of July, it was New Year’s Eve, it was Valentine’s day and Christmas all rolled into one sexual affair.

“Oh, Kevin, you have the best ass I have ever fucked, it is so tight, ah, ah, shit, oh, fuck, ah, I’m gonna cum….aaaaaaahhh, fuck, shit, aaaaahhh” And stream after stream poured into the condom that when he removed it from his cock it was stretching downward from the sheer weight of so much jizz. I took it away from him and drank it and he seemed to be a little grossed out by this, but he thanked me and left.

I finally graduated from Medical School and was lucky enough to get an internship right there at Jackson Memorial in Miami. It is associated with the University of Miami Medical School. I moved out of the dorm and got myself an apartment close to the hospital only a few blocks away on 17^th Avenue and 23^rd Street Northwest. It was a large apartment but the neighborhood wasn’t so great. But it was not expensive and I could bring all the tricks without anyone noticing because my front door was on the other side of the building while all the other apartments faced a central courtyard. I never even got to meet any of my neighbors which I assumed were Latin judging by the loud music and the occasional shouting matches. 

At Jackson there were several tea rooms that had a lot of gay activity. A lot of gays went there and did all kinds of things. However, I limited myself to using the place as a pick up resource. I had some of the best looking interns, LPNs, and even young doctors that I picked up in those restrooms. There was one with a very generous pair of glory holes. I don't know how many cocks I sucked through those holes but it had to be in the couple of dozens.

But my favorite one and one that became almost a daily ritual was the guy who worked at the stock room of the hospital. He was 23 and cute, with a pencil moustache and some facial hair and a very nice solid body. But where he exceeded was in his cock. He had a good nine inches of uncut delight. I would come around lunch time when he would lock the stock room to have his lunch and had a sign on the door that read “out to lunch, be back in 30 min” But the last thing he did was eat lunch, unless you count eating my ass as lunch. 

We would make out, then he would mount me and fucked me until he came. We went at it for months until he got a better job. But I was very well fucked in those days.