My Friend Taught Me How to Dominate Men in the Pool

The following Saturday, I had made plans with Karim and Jordi to spend the day at the house with the pool they have on the outskirts of Valencia. Before I go on, it’s worth introducing them, because without them this story wouldn’t make sense.

Karim is my best friend. Of Moroccan origin, he’s been living here for many years now, and when we met at the gym, we clicked right away. He took me under his wing from day one: he dragged me out partying, introduced me to half the world, and in fact it was on one of those nights with him that I met Guille. Karim and I understand each other without needing to explain too much, because we both know what it’s like to come from a conservative family and how hard it is to come out in that environment. That’s why he’s, in a way, my mentor: he has a lot more experience with men than I do, and he knows all the tricks. He’s insanely hot, dark-skinned, short hair, average height like me, with a well-built body that boasts a spectacular ass, very handy considering he’s a bottom. And as for his personality, he’s the sort of guy who gets noticed: sociable, magnetic, able to stir up passion wherever he goes, even though he’s very much taken.

Jordi is thirty-two and he’s his husband. A Valencian from a well-to-do family, he works in the family business. Despite being a rich kid, he’s an adorable guy, and I’m very fond of him, although I’m not as close to him as I am to Karim. He’s very hot too: tall, broad-shouldered, red-haired, blue-eyed, with a square jaw. I always joke with Karim that he couldn’t have bagged a better catch, and in part it’s true. They make a gorgeous couple and complement each other perfectly.

The three of us live in the city, but they have that house with the pool inherited from Jordi’s family, and that day they invited me to spend it there. They picked me up by car and we went together from there. The drive was short and we used it to chat; although we see each other often, we always have something to tell each other.

As soon as we arrived, Karim and I went straight to the sun loungers to sunbathe. Jordi explained that an unexpected issue had come up with the company and he’d have to be glued to his phone for a while, and that he’d join us later. That suited me perfectly, because I wanted to talk to Karim about what had happened with Guille a few days earlier, and I preferred to do it alone so I could get into the more intimate details. He already had a heads-up: I’d texted him that things had gone wrong.

So, while I rubbed sunscreen on him, I told him everything. Karim was lying face down and completely naked, as he always does, because he can’t stand tan lines and because, even if he won’t admit it, he loves showing off the body he has. As hot as he is, there’s never been any tension between us; we’re like brothers. I spread the cream over his back, his buttocks and his legs without either of us feeling awkward, though I couldn’t help admiring how incredible his body is.

“Adri, I get that you’re pissed,” he told me, “but you’re way too innocent.”

“Why do you say that?”

“No guy puts you on all fours, eats your ass and jerks you off just to not fuck you afterward. It’s like when they tell you it’ll be ‘just the tip’: it’s never just the tip, no matter how much they insist. And if it’s your boyfriend, who’s been dying to do it for half a year, even less so. That’s how men are, and tops in particular. A bunch of pigs.”

“Yeah, I’m starting to realize that. At least you got to keep Jordi.”

I handed him the sunscreen and lay down on my own lounger, also face down but with my swim trunks on, so he could put it on me.

“Jordi’s another pig who thinks with his dick,” he shot back while running his hands over my shoulders. “The thing is, I’ve got him well trained.”

We both laughed, because it’s true. Despite being younger, foreign, a bottom, and not coming from a rich family, Karim is the one who wears the trousers in that relationship. He’s one of those people who are so magnetic and so smooth-talking that he can do whatever he wants with men. I’m not like that, and I told him so.

“Look,” he went on, “Guille and Jordi are pretty similar. Two handsome, smart, dominant, well-endowed boys. Everything in life has come easy to them and they think the world revolves around their crotch. Jordi started out acting like an alpha male with me too, but I taught him pretty quickly who’s boss. You should do the same with Guille.”

“Yeah, man, but I’m not as hot as you, and I don’t have that kind of power over anyone.”

“Oh, shut up. You’re just as hot as me. As if people don’t throw themselves at you when we go out or when we’re at the gym. What you lack is confidence. And once you believe it yourself, handling a man is the easiest thing in the world, especially with an ass like yours.”

And with that, he yanked my swim trunks off in one pull and threw them to the ground.

“What are you doing?” I protested, trying to sit up, but he held me pinned against the lounger.

“Trust me, you’ll look a lot better without the tan line. You need to get used to showing more, wearing tighter stuff, being more provocative in general. Do you wear jockstraps?”

“Guille gave me several, but I avoid wearing them. I know they turn him on a lot and then he tries to fuck me.”

“Well, from now on you’re wearing them. And learn to put your ass on display once and for all, because this being all prim and proper has to stop.”

He gave my right cheek a sharp smack before getting up and lying on his own lounger.

“How? I mean, after he almost raped me, came in my mouth and threw me out of his house, I’m supposed to spread my legs for him? And apologize for being too tight while I’m at it, huh?”

“Your problem is that you obey him in everything except the one thing you shouldn’t. Let me put it simply: what a dominant top like Guille wants most in the world is to wreck you and dominate you in bed. You’re not giving him that, so he’s frustrated. As soon as he starts fucking you, he’ll be in a better mood, more manageable, and on top of that you can use sex as a reward or punishment. Remember this: in bed you’re his little bitch, but outside it you’re the one in charge, and if he doesn’t like it, grab him by the balls. It’s the only way they learn. And another thing: never apologize. If you do something wrong, make up for it some other way. Apologies are for him.”

“And how do I get past the block? The last time with Guille, while he was inside me, I was so tense it hurt like hell. I felt helpless, and if he’d wanted to he could’ve done whatever he wanted with me. On one hand I get turned on by feeling like I’m his, but on the other it pisses me off that he dominates me.”

“That’s why what I’m telling you is the perfect balance: the top is in charge in bed, the bottom in everything else. That way there’s no resentment. And during sex you have to relax. Start by letting yourself go, by enjoying his energy. It hurts at first, sure, but you’ll end up loving it. And he’ll respect you more, you’ll see.”

“He’s going to respect me because I let him fuck me in the ass? I’m not exactly convinced.”

“Of course he will. Right now Guille sees you as a virgin kid, which is what you are. He does whatever he wants with you and no other guy is a threat, because at the end of the day, they’re not going to fuck you. But once you’ve had your first time, he’ll have to make an effort if he wants to keep you.”

“Ugh. I hate men.”

“They only think with their dicks, tops especially. But you can use that to your advantage. You know I’m faithful, and even so, flirting and teasing is my favorite sport. Not just because I like it, but to make Jordi jealous and keep him on his toes.”

I was still processing all that when I heard footsteps behind us and Jordi’s deep voice.

“Well, damn, what a view I’ve got here. This is a nice way to finish work.”

I turned my head and there he was, standing there staring at my ass without the slightest attempt at discretion. Karim’s too, of course, though I suppose he’s seen enough of that already. He was wearing only a tight swimsuit that left nothing to the imagination, and he didn’t seem bothered in the slightest. I’d never been naked in front of him before, and on one hand I was extremely embarrassed, but on the other I have to admit his lustful stare turned me on.

“Come on, let’s get in the water,” Karim said, “or this horny bastard’s going to start jerking off while looking at you.”

I went red as a tomato.

“Looks like today we’ve got a no-swimwear policy,” Jordi remarked, and started pulling his down.

“Not for you,” Karim cut in. “Keep that on, you’ll make Adri uncomfortable.”

Jordi obeyed reluctantly, though I think even he felt it was excessive to already be half-hard. I was grateful; I had enough trouble being naked without him being naked too.

The three of us got into the pool. With the heat, the water felt amazing. But the fact that two of us were naked, plus Jordi’s comments, made a sexual tension hang in the air that I’d never noticed with them before. And Jordi had no intention of changing the subject.

“So, what were you two talking about? I caught a bit of it, something about dicks,” he said, and the three of us laughed.

“You know, Jordi, that Adri has decided he’s going all the way with Guille?” Karim blurted out while moving closer and resting his hand on Jordi’s shoulder.

More like you decided that, I thought.

“Well, the bastard’s lucky,” Jordi replied. “Hey, Adri, if you want to practice a bit first, I’d be delighted.” And he winked at me.

That was crossing the line.

“See, another reason to keep your swim trunks on,” Karim said, “is so I can do this.”

And he gave the fabric a hard yank upward. Considering how tight they were, it must have hurt like hell.

“You really like playing, bitch,” Jordi huffed. “But I can play too.”

He took off his swim trunks under the water and tossed them out of the pool.

“Let’s see how you fight the alpha male now.”

And he launched himself at Karim to dunk him. Karim tried to resist, but Jordi has monstrous strength and started overpowering him, so he asked me for help. I joined the struggle and between the two of us we managed to stop him, each of us holding one arm and one leg at the surface of the water. Even so he was still thrashing, trying to break free with so much energy that I doubted we’d be able to contain him.

“Look, Adri, now I’m going to show you how to deal with alpha males,” Karim said.

He let go of one leg and brought his free hand to Jordi’s crotch, right to the testicles, which with his legs spread were completely exposed. It worked like a charm: Jordi stopped fighting instantly.

“Ah, fuck, my balls! Let go of them, you fucking bitch!” he shouted, his face twisted in pain.

But that wasn’t what Karim wanted to hear.

“Not very smart to insult me when your balls are in my hand,” he said, and started twisting them while Jordi screamed like a soprano.

For some reason, seeing such a macho guy completely dominated through his balls turned me on tremendously.

“Come on, you try,” Karim urged me. “I’ll let go of the right one and we’ll squeeze it together.”

It was obvious he was having the time of his life.

“No, please!” Jordi begged, his voice choked with pain.

For a moment I hesitated. The idea of having him in my grip excited me, but it also embarrassed me. Then I pictured Guille throwing me out of his house after using my mouth like I was his slut, and all my reservations vanished at once. I took the chance and grabbed his right testicle like a pit bull.

“Well, Jordi, what was that about you being the alpha male?” I asked.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, you’re the alpha, just let go of me now, please,” he begged.

That’s when we let him go. Jordi went to the edge of the pool with his hands over his crotch, clearly fucked up, while Karim and I high-fived to seal our victory. It had genuinely been exciting.

Just then a phone rang inside the house and Karim went to answer it. He said it was probably work and he’d be a while. Jordi and I were left alone.

***

I saw that my friend’s husband was still hurting and felt a bit guilty, so I went over to him.

“I hope you’re not mad. Maybe we went a little overboard,” I told him, pressing myself against his side, and I kissed him on the cheek.

It wasn’t the first time I’d kissed him, not by a long shot, but we had never both been naked before, nor had I just had his balls in my hand moments earlier.

“I’d never get mad at a guy with an ass as pretty as yours,” he replied.

And he took the opportunity to grab it with both hands, which, why lie, made me insanely horny.

“But you’re going to have to make it up to me,” he added with a smile, kneading my ass cheeks, “because you two wrecked my balls.”

I felt his hard cock pressed against my body. Jordi was definitely a pig like the others; it was just that I hadn’t known that side of him until then. But he was a pig who was insanely hot, and for once I was the one in control.

I got out of the pool and motioned for him to follow me. I lay face down on the lounger with my legs wide open, showing my ass in all its glory.

“As compensation, I’ll let you rub against me,” I told him, turning my head.

He was hard and practically drooling.

“But if you even think about sticking it in, I’ll cut your balls off.”

He nodded and threw himself on top of me on the lounger.

“If only,” he whispered in my ear as he placed his cock against my entrance. “If you weren’t my husband’s best friend, I think I’d be willing to lose them.”

I laughed, flattered. I was completely immobilized by him, just as I had been by Guille, but this time I was the one in charge. Knowing he was at the limit, I played at clenching my ass and pressing myself against him as much as possible, just to tease him, until he finally came all over me.

And as I felt him collapse onto my back, gasping, I finally understood what Karim had been trying to get into my head all afternoon. The pleasure of having a man like that, defeated because of me, was infinitely better than obedience. The next time I saw Guille, the rules were going to be different.

To be continued...