The Leverage

I never meant to find him on Grindr.

Honestly, I was just scrolling—bored, horny, curious—when his profile popped up. No face pic, just a torso shot: dark skin, massive chest, abs that looked carved from stone. The kind of body that made you stop scrolling immediately.

The bio was simple: *“Discreet. Hosting. Hung.“*

I was about to message him when I noticed something in the background of his photo—a poster on the wall. A movie poster I recognized.

Because it was hanging in my best friend Mia’s apartment.

My heart stopped.

I stared at the picture, my mind racing. It couldn’t be... could it?

I opened Instagram, pulled up Mia’s page, and scrolled until I found a recent photo of her and her boyfriend, Darius.

Same build. Same skin tone. Same *everything*.

Holy shit.

Darius—Mia’s boyfriend of eight months, the guy she was head over heels for—was on Grindr.

I sat there for a solid five minutes, my phone in my hand, my pulse hammering in my ears. This is the same guy I have literally had wet dreams over many times over again. All my lady friends know I love men but I have never actually had one, just plenty of wet dreams and he is a frequent flyer in my dreams.

Before I knew it I did something I probably shouldn’t have.

I screenshotted his profile.

And I texted him.

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**Me:** *Hey. Recognize this?*

I attached the screenshot.

Three dots appeared almost immediately. Then stopped. Then appeared again.

Finally, a response.

**Unknown Number:** *Who is this?*

**Me:** *Jake. Mia’s best friend. Wanna explain why you’re on Grindr?*

No response for a full two minutes.

Then:

**Darius:** *We need to talk. In person.*

**Me:** *Your place. Tomorrow. 3 PM.*

**Darius:** *Fine.*

I locked my phone, my hands shaking.

What the hell was I doing?

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The next day, I showed up at Darius’s apartment—the one he shared with a roommate who was apparently out of town. Mia had mentioned it before; she stayed over there all the time.

I knocked.

The door opened, and there he was.

Darius.

He was even more intimidating in person than I remembered. Six-three, easily 230 pounds of pure muscle. His skin was a deep, rich brown, his head shaved clean, and his jaw was set in a hard line. He wore a plain white tank top that clung to his chest and arms, and gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips.

He looked pissed.

“Get in here,” he said, his voice low and rough.

I stepped inside, and he closed the door behind me, crossing his arms over his massive chest.

“What the hell do you want, Jake?”

I swallowed, trying to project confidence I didn’t feel. “I want to know why you’re on Grindr when you’re dating Mia.”

His jaw tightened. “That’s none of your business.”

“It is if I show her that screenshot.”

His eyes darkened. “You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

We stared at each other for a long moment, tension crackling between us.

Finally, Darius exhaled sharply and ran a hand over his head. “What do you want? Money?”

“No.”

“Then what?”

I took a breath, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might break through my ribs.

“I want you to fuck me.”

The silence that followed was deafening.

Darius stared at me, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, a dark smile curved his lips.

“You’re serious.”

“Dead serious.” My voice was steadier than I felt. “You do that, and the screenshot disappears. No one ever knows.”

He stepped closer, towering over me, and I had to tilt my head back to meet his eyes.

“You ever done this before?” he asked, his voice dropping lower.

“No.”

His smile widened. “So you’re a virgin.”

“Yeah.”

He studied me for a long moment, his gaze raking over me in a way that made my skin flush hot.

Then he reached out, grabbed the front of my shirt, and pulled me close.

“You sure about this, Jake?” His breath was warm against my face. “Because once we start, I’m not stopping. You understand?”

I nodded, my throat dry.

“Say it.”

“I understand.”

“Good.” He released me and stepped back. “Bedroom. Now.”

His bedroom was simple—a large bed with dark sheets, a dresser, not much else. He closed the door behind us, and suddenly the reality of what I was about to do hit me like a freight train. This is the same bed he has railed Mia on countless times. I have heard their stories in great detail from Mia. He sounds like Daddy Long Dong and I am about to be Princess Pound Me.

Darius turned to face me, his eyes locked on mine.

“Strip.”

My hands shook as I pulled off my shirt, then my jeans, then finally my boxer briefs. I stood there naked, vulnerable, my dick already half-hard despite—or maybe because of—how terrified I was.

Darius’s gaze traveled slowly over my body, and I saw something shift in his expression.

Hunger.

“You’re smaller than I expected,” he said, almost to himself. “This is gonna be fun.”

He pulled off his tank top in one smooth motion, and I nearly choked.

His chest was massive—broad, thick pecs with dark nipples, abs that looked like they’d been carved from stone, arms that could probably snap me in half. And then his hands went to the waistband of his sweatpants.

He pushed them down.

And oh my god.

His dick.

It was huge.

Thick, long, already half-hard and still growing. Easily nine inches, maybe more, and so thick I didn’t know how the hell it was supposed to fit anywhere. The head was dark, smooth, and perfectly shaped, and the shaft was lined with veins that stood out against his skin.

I couldn’t stop staring.

“Get on the bed,” Darius said, his voice rough. “On your back.”

I obeyed, my heart racing.

He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between my legs, and his hand wrapped around my dick—already fully hard now.

“Let’s see what you’re working with,” he murmured.

He stroked me slowly, his grip firm and sure, and I let out a shaky breath.

Before I could respond, he moved up my body, positioning his hips over my face, his massive dick hanging just inches from my mouth.

“Open up.” he said.

I opened my mouth, and he guided himself in.

The weight of him on my tongue was incredible. Warm, thick, heavy. I could barely fit the head in my mouth, let alone anything more. I tried to take him deeper, but I gagged immediately.

“Easy,” Darius said, pulling back slightly. “Relax your throat. Breathe through your nose.”

I tried again, focusing on his instructions. This time, I managed to take a little more, my lips stretched wide around his thickness.

“That’s it,” he groaned. “Good boy. Keep going.”

He started to move, slowly thrusting into my mouth, and I did my best to keep up—sucking, licking, using my hand on what I couldn’t fit.

He tasted like salt and skin and something distinctly masculine.

I was getting better by the moment, figuring out how to slide my tongue around the head while sliding down his shaft in one solid motion. I soon started hearing a lot more moaning which turned me on and made me get even more enthusiastic.

A brief thought came to my mind, this is what Mia does to him and I felt a bit of guilt. Then I soon reminded myself I have heard of all her tales of her cheating on him. The night she brought up 3 men from a frat party and let them fill ALL of her HOLES. I fucking ate that story up like popcorn, I was so jealous. Even though I don’t have 3 holes, I have 2 hands and 2 holes and I fantasize about using all of them on big dicks and sexy men.

Okay back to reality…..

After a few minutes, he pulled out, leaving me gasping.

“You ready for the real thing?” he asked, his voice rough with need.

I nodded, my entire body trembling.

He reached over to the nightstand, grabbed a bottle of lube.

“Turn over,” he commanded. “On your hands and knees.”

I obeyed, my heart pounding so hard I thought I might pass out.

I felt the cool slickness of lube between my cheeks, then his finger—thick, probing, pushing inside.

I gasped at the intrusion, my body tensing.

“Relax,” Darius said, his other hand rubbing my lower back. “You gotta relax, or this is gonna hurt like hell.”

I forced myself to breathe, to let my body loosen.

He added a second finger, stretching me, working me open. It burned, but not unbearably.

Then a third.

“Fuck,” I hissed.

“You’re tight as hell,” Darius muttered. “But you’re gonna take me. All of me, this may be the biggest dick you ever had in life.”

Even though I was a virgin, I wasn't without practice. I have had my fair share of dildos over the years and progressively got bigger ones. I worked my way up to this huge suction cup dildo that I can put also anywhere. I have used it in the shower and backed my ass up on it spreading my ass and pounding my ass against the wall until I collapse. Have other times placed it on a chair and rode it like I was in a fucking rodeo being a bad ass cowgirl (cowboy). So I wasn't a complete virgin under the premise but Darius size frightened me cuz I wasn't under control, he was running the show.

He pulled his fingers out. Then I felt it—the head of his dick pressing against my hole.

“Deep breath,” he said.

I inhaled—and he pushed in.

The pain was instant and overwhelming. I cried out, my hands fisting in the sheets.

“Breathe,” Darius growled, holding still. “Just breathe.”

I tried, tears pricking my eyes, my body screaming at the intrusion.

Slowly, inch by agonizing inch, he pushed deeper.

And then he was inside me. Fully.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “You feel so goddamn good.”

He started to move—slow at first, letting me adjust, then faster, harder, his hips slamming into me with brutal force.

And somehow, impossibly, the pain started to shift into something else.

Pleasure.

The rhythm was relentless.

Darius’s hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, his fingers digging into my skin as he drove into me again and again. Each thrust sent shockwaves through my entire body—a mix of pain and pleasure so intense I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

“Fuck, Jake,” he groaned behind me, his voice rough and strained. “Your virgin ass is so tight. Gripping my dick like a fucking vice.”

I couldn’t respond. Could barely breathe. All I could do was hold on, my face pressed into the mattress, my body rocking forward with each powerful thrust. The burn was still there, the stretch almost unbearable, but underneath it something else was building.

“You feel that?” Darius said, slowing his pace slightly, grinding deep inside me. “Feel how deep I am? No one’s ever been this deep in you before, have they?”

“N-no,” I gasped out, my voice muffled by the sheets.

“That’s right. I’m the first. The first man to break you in.” He pulled almost all the way out—just the thick head of his dick still inside me—then slammed back in hard.

I cried out, my hands fisting in the sheets.

“Say it,” he commanded, his voice dark and commanding. “Tell me I’m the first.”

“You’re—fuck—you’re the first,” I choked out.

“The first to what?”

“The first to fuck me. The first dick inside me.”

“Damn right.” He leaned forward, his chest pressing against my back, his mouth right by my ear. “And you’re taking it so good, Jake. So fucking good for your first time.”

His hand slid around my waist, found my dick—still rock hard despite the pain—and wrapped around it.

“Look at this,” he murmured, stroking me slowly. “You’re leaking everywhere. You like having my big dick inside you, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I admitted, my face burning with shame and arousal.

“Say it louder.”

“I like it—I like your dick inside me—”

“You like being fucked by your best friends boyfriend?”

Oh god. That shouldn’t have turned me on as much as it did.

“Yes,” I moaned.

“Dirty boy.” He bit down on my shoulder—not hard enough to really hurt, but enough to make me gasp. “You blackmailed me just so you could get fucked. Just so you could feel this dick stretch you open.”

“Please fuck me like you fuck Mia” I bluttered out.

He started moving again, very hungry and rage, faster now, harder, his hips slamming into my ass with brutal force. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, obscene and primal.

And then something shifted.

He angled his hips slightly, and suddenly he hit something inside me that made my vision go white.

I cried out—loud, desperate, shocked by the intensity of it.

“There it is,” Darius said, satisfaction in his voice. “Found your prostate.”

He hit it again. And again. And again.

Each thrust sent bolts of pure pleasure shooting through my entire body. My dick throbbed in his hand, leaking steadily onto the sheets beneath me. I’d never felt anything like this—this overwhelming, all-consuming sensation that made my toes curl and my mind go blank.

“Look at you,” Darius said, his voice thick with lust. “Taking dick like you were made for it. Like your ass was made for my cock.”

He released my dick and grabbed my hips with both hands again, pulling me back to meet his thrusts. The new angle drove him even deeper, and I couldn’t hold back the sounds spilling from my mouth—moans, gasps, pleas for more.

“You want it harder?” he asked.

“Yes—please—”

“Beg for it.”

“Please—fuck me harder Daddy Darius—please—”

He obliged.

The pace became punishing. Each thrust drove the air from my lungs, each impact sending shockwaves through my entire body. The bed creaked beneath us, the headboard slamming against the wall.

“Touch yourself,” Darius commanded suddenly, his breathing heavy and ragged. “I want to feel you come on my dick. Want to feel your ass squeeze me when you lose it.”

I reached down with one shaking hand and wrapped it around my dick, stroking desperately.

“That’s it,” he groaned. “Stroke that dick while I fuck you. While I own this ass.”

The pleasure was building impossibly fast, coiling tight in my lower belly. Between his d∗ck hitting my prostate with every thrust and my hand working my dick, I wasn’t going to last long.

“Darius—I’m gonna—”

“Do it,” he growled. “Come for me. Come while I’m balls deep inside you.”

That was all it took.

The orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave—my entire body seizing, my hole clenching impossibly tight around Darius’s dick as I came hard, spilling onto the sheets and my hand in thick ropes. I couldn’t control the sounds coming out of my mouth—desperate, broken moans that I’d never made before.

“Fuck—yes—that’s it—” Darius’s voice was strained, his rhythm faltering. “Milk my dick—oh fuck—”

He thrust into me three more times—hard, deep, brutal—and then held there, his dick pulsing inside me as he came with a low, guttural groan. I could feel him throbbing, could feel my ass filling with his release.

For a long moment, neither of us moved. We stayed locked together, both of us trembling, both of us struggling to catch our breath.

Then, slowly, carefully, he pulled out.

The sensation of emptiness was almost shocking after being so full. I collapsed onto the bed, my entire body boneless, my ass throbbing and sore in a way that I knew I’d feel for days.

Then he collapsed beside me on the bed, his massive chest heaving.

I turned my head to look at him, taking in the sheen of sweat on his dark skin, the satisfied expression on his face.

“You okay?” he asked after a moment.

I laughed weakly. “I don’t think I can walk.”

He smirked. “Good. That means I did it right.”

We lay there in silence, the only sound our gradually slowing breathing.

After a few minutes, Darius sat up and looked down at me.

“Come here,” he said, his voice softer now.

I pushed myself up on shaky arms, and he pulled me against his chest. For a moment, I just stayed there, feeling the warmth of his body, the steady thump of his heartbeat.

Then he tilted my chin up and kissed me.

It was slow, deep, unexpectedly tender after the brutality of what we’d just done. His tongue slid against mine, and I melted into it, my hands resting on his broad chest.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes searched mine.

“You sure you’re good?”

“Yeah,” I said, and meant it. “Better than good."

God I wasn't expecting this tender loving shit after the sex driven escapade we were just on but I sure is shit ain't turning it away.

He studied me for another moment, then nodded and released me.

I got dressed slowly, my body aching in places I didn’t know could ache, wincing slightly as I pulled on my jeans.

Darius watched me, still gloriously naked, sprawled out on the bed like some kind of dark god.

“Jake,” he said as I reached for the door.

I turned.

“Delete that screenshot. Now.”

I pulled out my phone, opened my photos, and deleted it in front of him.

“Done.”

“Good.” He stood, his muscular body on full display, and walked over to me. He was so much bigger, so much more powerful, that I felt small standing next to him.

“This doesn’t happen again,” he said, his voice firm. “And you don’t say a goddamn word to Mia. Ever. Understand?”

I nodded. “I understand.”

He studied me for a long moment, then smirked.

“But if you ever need another lesson...” He let the sentence hang in the air between us. “You know where to find me.”

My heart skipped a beat.

I didn’t trust myself to respond—just opened the door and left.

But as I walked to my car, every step sending twinges of soreness through my body, one thought kept running through my mind:

*I was definitely going to take him up on that.*