Author: Kevin Klehr
Release Date: March 20, 2017
Format: ePub, Mobi, PDF
Cover Artist: Natasha Snow
Word Count: 15100*
Sex Content: Explicit
From Top to Bottom
Author © 2017
All Rights Reserved
On my various profiles, I wrote:
Top curious about being a bottom, wants to meet likeminded tops.
I thought I was straightforward enough, yet so many timewasters were happy to give but not receive. One loser argued that I ought to get my head examined. He said that it didn’t matter if the other top wanted to bottom, just as long as I got what I wanted.
I stressed that this would be a shared experience. Two or more tops learning from each other, discussing the intricate pleasures we would discover as a group.
Then he said we’d end up writing folk songs about exploring our inner regions and singing around a campfire. I thought to myself, yeah, maybe that’s exactly the direction I wanted to take. Was I getting soft, or was I just growing up? Perhaps there already was a group for closet-bottoms I could join.
But the truth was I wanted like-minded tops simply because we’d go easier on each other. We wouldn’t just ram it up there like a vandal bashing down the door. We wouldn’t be power-bottoms. We would ease in gradually; the runway lit for a relaxed landing before the passengers would embark.
Only two other tops sounded like they were on my wavelength. A bear called Butch and a secretive guy named Ford. So I set the date. The second Tuesday in June was the only night Ford could make it, and I knew better than to ask why.
I dusted and vacuumed frantically, as if I was expecting Prince Charming to knock on my door, take me in his arms, and deflower me. I lit candles to set the mood, and rolled out an old sheet on the lounge room floor. I didn’t want to bonk in the bedroom. I wanted space for us to explore, like they did in three-way porn flicks.
My front door buzzer sounded. I let in my first visitor.
“You brought cake,” I said. I tried not to let the look of horror show on my face.
“For afterward,” Butch replied. “I baked it myself. Is there room in the fridge?”
Hadn’t this guy heard of the definition of “eternity”? The time between when you cum and they leave. Who ever heard of cake after sex?
“It’s red velvet,” he said. He crouched in front of my fridge, rearranging its contents. “Do you know the weird shit that goes in this cake? Vinegar. And cocoa and vanilla.”
“Do you always bake before sex?”
“For special occasions, yes.”
“I hardly know you.”
“But you’re about to know me a hell of a lot better.”