I was annoyed that he changed the topic, so I retaliated by smacking his butt hard: “Your butt is pretty good too, so firm it hurt my hand.”

“I’ll surpass you soon.”

This became my catchphrase at the gym.

As time passed, the sense of intimidation I had felt toward Big Stutterer gradually faded.

I started planning my “counterattack.”

Even though I’ve always seen myself as a bottom, it was mostly because I was lazy and insecure—people in our community love muscular tops, and I was too skinny to feel confident.

Being a bottom is fun, sure, but wouldn’t it be even more fun to top every once in a while?

Just imagining Big Stutterer, this big muscular guy, submitting to me was already thrilling.

So I started testing the waters bit by bit.

“Have you ever thought about being a bottom?”

“No, I haven’t,” Big Stutterer replied, looking confused.

“Why not? What’s wrong with being a bottom?”

“Nothing, it’s just… I… I like… being the top.”

“You like taking care of others? Fulfilling your need to dominate?”

“Yeah,” he replied, still confused.

“But isn’t it nice to be taken care of once in a while? Don’t you want that?”

“What… what are you… planning?” Big Stutterer sensed danger.

I narrowed my eyes, moved closer, and whispered, “I want to top you.”

Suddenly, Big Stutterer pinched my cheeks, and my confidence evaporated. I was like a dog being lifted by the scruff of its neck.

“You… you’re overthinking.”

I broke free from his grasp. “Why not?” I flexed my arms, pulled up my shirt to show my biceps and abs. “Am I not strong enough? Aren’t these muscles good enough?”

I knelt on the sofa, pretending to undo my belt. “My… equipment might not be as big as yours, but it’s not bad either.”

Big Stutterer held onto my pants tightly, but I wouldn’t give up. “I’ve never topped before, so technically, I’m a virgin. Let me take the lead just once, okay?”

He was furious and shoved me onto the sofa, leaning over me. “You… you must… be asking… for it.”

“I want to be on top!” I made one last desperate attempt.

“Fine… soon… you’ll be… on top,” he said, carrying me into the bedroom, where my first “counterattack” was officially declared a failure.

Half an hour later, I did end up on top of Big Stutterer…

Where there’s a first, there’s a second.

You can’t give up just because you fail once.

So, I tried again during one of our showers together.

I reached out and squeezed his butt, tracing a line down the middle. “It’d be such a waste if a butt this firm didn’t become a bottom.”

Big Stutterer shot me a glance and redirected my hand to my own butt. “Yours… yours is… even… smoother.”

While he was shampooing his hair, I launched my next attack.

I pinned him to the wall while his eyes were closed and his hands were full of shampoo, completely immobilizing him.

I forced my leg between his, pressing my body close to his. Smugly, I whispered, “This time, you have no choice but to give in.”

But Big Stutterer pushed back with his firm butt, bouncing me off him. With a quick turn, he pinned me to the wall instead.

With his eyes still closed, he kissed me deeply. The shampoo foam covered my face, and my mouth tasted bitter from the soap. I struggled but couldn’t escape, so I had no choice but to accept his kiss.

“You’re too cruel. I just wanted to top you, but you’re trying to poison me.”

All my subsequent attempts to “counterattack” ended in failure too.

It wasn’t until later that I found out Big Stutterer thought my “counterattacks” were just like my previous attempts to rile him up by picking fights—just a way to seek some excitement.

In short, he thought I was just “asking for it.”

Finally, I had a serious talk with him, explaining how much I meant my attempts to “counterattack.”

With a look of resignation on his face, Big Stutterer lay on the bed, naked, and said, “Just… be gentle.”

But as I looked at the big, muscular butt I had dreamed of, now right in front of me, I realized I didn’t have any desire left.

Seeing Big Stutterer lying there like a dead fish was too much.

I decided it was better to let Big Stutterer stay as a pure top.

In the end, Big Stutterer happily rewarded me with a round of intense lovemaking.