Bi Guy [M] turning Vers

Back when I came out as bi, however long ago it was, I identified as a vers top. For those unfamiliar with the term, it’s where you will both give and take as a guy, but prefer to give. The only people I’ve ever bottomed for were guys who I’ve dated, and generally, I like to take charge a lot more. And when I did swap places for my boyfriends, I never really got much out of it. It was more fumbling on their part when I just wanted to flip them over and pull their hair. With that being how I felt about doing it for someone I was dating, how much do you think I wanted to try it with some rando?

Dating apps were something I was just as narrowly open to. They depress me so, and I have no time or patience for flirting games or taking profile photos of me sipping an Aperol Spritz while editing out my soul trying to escape from my body. But if there’s one thing worse than all of those dating apps, it’s grindr. It’s as close to I’ve seen as the second circle of hell (or possibly the seventh? Any Dante scholars on here?), as the depravity knows no limits. Signing up for the first time, I had no idea what to expect. Almost as soon as I finish my profile, I receive my first message:

*I want you to cum inside my boypussy*.

I don’t know what was worse: the term “boypussy”, or that he didn’t even start with a “hello”.

Some nights, you’re awake, you’re bored, you might be a little tipsy, you decide to go on grindr and get some attention. See if anyone, anyone at all, could possibly be normal. 99% of the time, this is not the case, unless you classify normal as someone greeting you followed by multiple unrequested pictures of their rusty sheriff’s badge. But one night, I found a 1%er, and we’ll call him Keith.

From only his picture, he was already a good start. Long torso and wide shoulders, with a good strong frame. After messaging me, he thankfully sent pictures of his face, which was cheek bony but stern. For once, I talked to someone on grindr about something other than how close by I was. We shot the shit about whatever was goin on that day in the news and a joke or two. I needed to sign off but told him we could try for tomorrow night.

The next evening, I’d completely forgotten, and was about to fall asleep when I get a ding on my phone. Keith asked if I was down to get a blowjob. He’d been out a bit, and while he was purely a top, he would get cravings to suck dick. After confirming he’d had a recent clean STD check, I thought it’d be fun to indulge, and so, 15 minutes later, he was at my place.

Even more handsome in real life, he was probably a good 6 inches taller than me. The lamp with the softest light was the only thing on in the room, and it left a dim reflective shine against his smooth, ebon skin. Extremely chill, he asked for me to get my dick out, and he was impressed. “Didn’t expect that” he chuckled, and he knelt down to start indulging. I leant back on my bed, letting this guy, this utterly handsome dude, go to town on me, not because I asked him to, but because he wanted to. His intensity never faltered, sucking up and down the curve of my shaft before taking as much in as possible. My kegel routine having been going strong, he’d feel my cock jump in his mouth, each time thinking I was going to cum, and doubling his efforts to make me shoot.

But, unfortunately, I never did cum. Oral has never been my thing, so it’s no surprise, and he needed to get back home anyway, so we said our goodbyes and left. After he went, I realized that I had no idea what he was sporting. His clothes never came off, and we weren’t going to do anything other than the blowjob. I didn’t even want to suggest anything so he didn’t feel uncomfortable, and so it would remain a mystery, until months later.

Out of the blue, I get a message from Keith. “Long time no see”. I’d logged into grindr again the previous day, after starting to get over a break up with my girlfriend, just to see if there were any new 1%ers. We had a quick discussion, at which point he said “I remember that cock. It was really good and I never got to finish. How about tonight we take care of that?” I honestly needed to take a moment, but I agreed, and later that night, I unknowingly went out and changed my life.

After arriving at his place, he greeted me with no shirt and sweatpants. God that torso. The apartment was even darker than mine, so I still couldn’t make out much. We chilled for a second to talk, complaining about jury duty notices and whatnot, before he leant in for a kiss. We hadn’t done that before. Our first time was very, well, porny. Not a lot said, just satisfying a base feeling. This, suddenly, felt sensual. I love to kiss, so I pulled him in and gave into it, releasing away with a bite of his lip as he ran his hand up my leg. He found my dick as it throbbed more blood to its full hardness, and led me to the bedroom by its head.

Keith had me lie on the bed and did the rest of the work, pulling my jeans off and watching it spring forward. He chuckled at the bungee-like snap back as my dick head slapped my navel, and took it into his mouth. The skill was just as I had remembered, giving attention all over with ever shifting techniques. I felt him get more and more enthused, adding in “mmm”s and “so good”s once in a while. He took a moment to stand up and slip off his pants. And that’s when I saw his dick for the first time.

I, with the amount of men I’ve been with, had never been with someone bigger than me. I’m not exceptionally huge, but definitely big enough. I’ve been with one or two who were nearly my size or may have had a touch more girth, but really never. So what I saw, it brought on a feeling that I’ve only ever felt when finding a shiny Mirror Force in a Yu-Gi-Oh pack back in my childhood. This sense of excitement, slight confusion, and wondering what to do next.

I’m usually a good judge of inches, and I’d put him at 8.5”, maybe even close to 9”. This long, straight cock had perfect symmetry, thick all the way from base to tip, the head like the heart at the end of cupid’s arrow. It hung at a 45 degree angle, a result of it having that strong hard erectness to stick straight out, were it not for the weight of the damn thing pulling it downward. I marveled at it, before he crouched back down and began to blow me again.

Now I couldn’t even focus on the blowjob. I’d always opted for porn with hung guys, but I was never aroused in the way I was now. This wonderful body was before me, doing his damndest to get me off and taste the huge load I’d teased him with, but I was suddenly desiring something else.

He crawled on top of me and began to kiss me, and reached down to jerk my dick. I reached down to jerk his, feeling it brush against my abs. I’ve never felt such a shift in my arousal before, getting my hand on that shaft, making circles right under the tip. It’s as though the color of my passion changed, or as though the air were perfumed with some new lust. He pulled away for a second to change the music, and said just what I was hoping he’d say:

“Damn, I’m super in the mood to fuck right now.”

I didn’t hesitate. “God, so am I!”, chuckling while I tried to stifle any fear.

“I mean, I only top, though. Would that be cool?”

Mustering every ounce of coolness I had not to sound overly excited, I feigned thinking it over. “Hmmm…well, I think I could be down, as long as you’re cool with it.” He was. Off he went to retrieve protection and lube, and I went back down on the bed, awaiting this question I would soon have answered.

Keith knew what he was doing. His preparation was patient, rubbing my ass with lube with one hand while he played with my dick in the other. I felt his fingers hesitantly test how relaxed I was, reacting to my breath and voice as he got me used to the feeling. I, meanwhile, had my eyes shut. As much as I wanted to look, I had no idea what I was about to feel, and so I needed to concentrate. Relax. Prepare. Because there was no way I was going to back out. I just let him do his thing while I laid back, suspenseful.

The crinkling of a condom wrapper made my hairs stand on end. He was ready. And only God knew if I was. Pulling me in and putting my legs on his shoulders, he asked if I were ready, and I’d like to say I said “yes” or “give it to me”, but I’m pretty sure it was something like “no idea, but start anyway”. The press of the head of his cock to me sent a lighting bold up me. I could feel the heat of him through the latex. He pushed in, and my god, that was the beginning of the end. It wasn’t even half of the head, but I could feel my body spasming in opposition. The pain was terrible, but at the same time, I felt a surge rush to my dick. It was suddenly harder and more sensitive, as though I’d unlocked a new ability.

He took his time, and listened to what I said. Slow down when I needed him to, speed up if he wanted, stop trying to dirty talk so I could focus. I’d been less focused for SATs than this. And many times, I’d nearly tapped out. It was so much dick and it seemed like he was never as far in as I thought he was. All of the sudden, all of that focus kicked in. I could feel the way I needed to breathe to take him. The contractions of my muscles, the rhythm of my body against his. It made sense. I relaxed. And then:

“I’m ready. Give me all of it.”

Hesitantly, he went all the way to the hilt, and I felt a shockwave through me. For the first time, I felt pleasure I had never known existed. For the first time, I moaned. All of that dick was for me, and it had just completely destroyed my mind. I finally opened my eyes and gave him a look of “more”. He began to thrust, making me quiver all over. My legs shook as I’d seen so many who I’d fucked had. I was moaning the same way all those who I’d fucked had. He was giving me a feeling I’d given many others, and I never wanted it to stop.

I refrained from touching myself, but I couldn’t help myself and began to jerk off. Barely 30 seconds after I began, I could feel my orgasm building, the surge of fluid swelling in the base of my dick. I announced how close I was, and Keith told me to show me what I could do. And I did. Gifted with a strong load, I’d rarely every shot like this. It wasn’t just that I fired far or a lot, that was normal. It was the quick succession. Rope after rope firing twice as fast as usual, pulsating as quickly as my heart was beating. The sheer amount of cum turned Keith on so much, he actually said “Fuck. Did this dick do that to you?” He couldn’t hold back anymore either, and pulled out of me to rip the condom off and cum on my stomach. Collapsing next to me, we both laid in silence, catching our breath and occasionally feeling an aftershock of ecstasy.

Did I hear from him after that? Not really. After we chatted for a minute and I left, we said we’d make plans, but nothing ever came of it. But it’s ok. I converted to full Vers after that. A guy with a hot ass to hold down and make cross eyed is a love of mine, but after a dick like that, I became just as in love with riding a huge cock till I explode with a force that could impregnate people across the street. Pleasure is pleasure. I seek it in every way. And I understand now how a dick like that can give it.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jzunt3/bi_guy_m_turning_vers