I know everyone thinks I'm a bottom boy. I'm the younger one. I adored JC long before he thought to look at me as more than a friend. I wait on him hand and foot and cater to his every whim. He's the control freak, the one who always has to have his way and be in charge. And everyone thinks he is so much more experienced sexually than me. Yep, all signs point to bottom boy.
If only they knew. I let him have the illusion of control. I don't ever try to have my way, don't ever say a word about it. If things aren't going according to my plans, I know that all I have to do is smile my perfect smile and the world bows to me. Even JC isn't stronger than that.
During the day, I wear my emotions on my sleeve. I cry and scream and laugh so hard, go running to JC or sometimes one of the other guys a million times a day with some petty concern. They think I'm immature, or childish at the least. They don't think I could handle being on top. They don't know what happens when night falls.
The thing that makes me laugh the most about their whole bottom boy theory is that they think JC is more experienced. Just because he dressed like a fairy doesn't mean he was one. JC has always been so private and discreet about his sex life that the rest of us never had any idea whether or not he had one, much less who he was sleeping with. And me, I'm so All-American, boy next door, and I claimed for so long to be a virgin. When Chris walked in on us having sex that first time, it was a huge surprise to him about me, but not about JC.
They're so funny, so easily manipulated. I was the one who was always gay. Sure, JC kissed Lance a couple of times, but I was the one who slept with him. And he wasn't the first, either. Fans, guys I picked up in clubs, friends from home… not to say I was overly promiscuous, but I was far from the sweet virgin everyone seemed to think I was. And JC was the only one who even suspected. Well, Lance knew after we slept together, but before then, even after we'd made out a few times, he had no clue. He thought I was just exploring, like him, and that I'd never been with another guy.
I was JC's first, other than a couple of drunken kisses with Lance. And it was awkward and stilted and sexy and hot. It wasn't my best time, but it was far from my worst. And it has only gotten better. Sometimes now, I can almost come from just a look or a touch from him, because I know the power behind them.
But never from being on bottom. Because I am the manipulative, experienced, in control one, not JC. Big Daddy, the one who takes care of everyone, the one who is always in charge outside our bed, is my own personal bottom boy.