Healing a Wounded Lion

One of the best relationships I had was with a dominant top in his mid-30s. I was just out of college at the time and had started working and that is how we met. He was visually everything I found appealing. At 6 feet 4 inches he towered over my 5 feet 7 inches. And he was hairy and buff with a light beard. We got to know each other over a few weeks of texting and after a great night out we went back to his place. It was a swanky apartment with a great view and we got to the couch and began making out. He hungrily stripped me naked and ran his hands up and down my body. Taking off his own clothes he picked me up in his arms and carried me to the bed room. Putting me down on my back on the bed he took out a condom, wrapped his cock, lubed and positioned himself to penetrate me.

Now he had a pretty big cock, bigger than what I was used to. But he was impatient to enter me and so taking him in hurt but not so much that I couldn't bear it. Once he was inside me he began fucking me at a fast pace. It was tough going for me at first but after just a couple of minutes he came. He rolled over and looked at me. I immediately embraced him and rested my head on his chest while spreading one leg across his lower torso. I felt his spent cock under my thigh and we continued to cuddle.

As a bottom its the ultimate high for me to make a man cum. And I didn't think anything of this encounter other than "Damn that was big dick" and being happy that he came so hard.

We started having sex regularly and the pattern was similar. He'd go hard and fast and then we'd enjoy intimacy with each other.

After a month of doing this he really started to open up to me.

One night as we lay together he said:

"Do you mind that I cum so quickly? I'd understand if you do."

I told him that all I care about is his pleasure and that I love being with him. But it did seem that it bothered him. He was a really fit guy, great cock, great body, so I guess he felt pressure to perform like a porn star. Even though there wasn't any pressure from me.

Still that night I learnt something really important about tops. Something that never occurred to me before as a bottom.

You see, as a bottom, being in a straight relationship isn't very practical. But as a top you can act straight more easily. Get yourself aroused on gay porn and have sex with a girl. Imagine the girl you are fucking is a smooth bottom boy. Etc.

Till a year before he met me, my man was straight-acting. He had plenty of girlfriends. Even a fiancee before he decided enough was enough and broke it off. So for over half his life he had been pretending to like girls. And so sex for him was just stressful and work. He just needed to get hard and cum quick to prove he was into the girls he was with.

I realised that it was all this anxiety and stress built-up over years of pretending that had messed him up.

You see a cock is like those polygraphs you see on crime shows. If you are gay your cock will get hard when you see gay porn or attractive men. Fooling the polygraph is possible but it takes a toll. Imagine spending years thinking that you are fucking another man's ass to stay hard while having sex with a girl. Not being able to be yourself at that level is cruel.

I proposed to him that next time we have sex he should let me lead and just relax. There would be no pressure on him and we'd take it slow.

I was really excited about this.

Our next night together started with a lovely date before we got to making love.

I led him to the bedroom and told him to get naked and lie down.

He did so and then I got naked too.

I climbed onto his belly and we made out.

I ran my hands all over his chest and shoulders while he ran his over my back and neck.

I looked back and noticed he was fully erect. I got out a condom and gently rolled it down his beautiful thick cock. I applied a generous amount of lube to the condom-covered cock and dripped some onto my boy pussy.

I told him to just relax and let me control the pace.

Straddling him I held his cock with one hand and guided it to my hole.

I gently eased his cock head inside. Once it was in I gently lowered my ass onto his shaft taking it all in. Soon his cock was buried deep inside me.

"Time for my riding lesson" I whispered to him.

I now ground down on his cock and slowly gyrated my hips. I alternated this with a few thrusts before returning to grinding down and gyrating. It was very gentle and slow since I wanted him to enjoy being inside me for a long time. I wanted him to take pleasure not from cumming but from penetrating.

As I repeated this motion I ran my hands over his hairy muscular chest and big strong stomach.

My own cock became hard as his cock burrowed into my prostate. I felt a pressure building deep inside me as I kept the slow alternating motion going - grinding, gyrating, and thrusting up and down.

He moaned in pleasure as his cock got the massage of a lifetime. I too couldn't help moaning and time seemed to disappear as our bodies locked in this slow dance.

I felt my orgasm building and shot my load without having touched my cock. My cum leaked down and fell onto his pubic area. Seeing me cum like this sent him over the edge. I felt his body tense as he shot his load deep inside me.

Even as he came I kept grinding feeling his cock go from hard and to semi-hard and then I felt it gently slide out of my hole.

I got off him and gently took the condom off. His cock was covered in cum and I now licked it clean before moving to eat my cum that had fallen on him earlier. I gently held his shaft and told him how amazing he was.

As I played with the cum in my mouth he pulled me up to his face and we shared a cum swapping kiss. Our semen and saliva mixing together.

Over the next month we had a lot of loving, patient, sex and he stopped being anxious. I'd like to think I helped him heal and become at ease with himself. We stayed together till he had to move to another city for work. We are still in touch and remain friends.