No one was sure how it started. There were plenty of theories. Some said it was a secret government program. Others said it must be the aliens trying to make us all distracted before the invasion. After Covid, there were certainly those who thought perhaps it was some undetectable pathogen of some sort. In the end, there was zero evidence for any of these explanations. All we knew was that over the course of a year or so the world changed.
The first signs were subtle. An uptick in people coming out. Mostly as bisexual. But many folks were suddenly open about being gay. It should be noted that while attitudes towards LGBT people improved just because of the sheer volume of newly out people, there were still those who were not okay with this. A spike in young people being kicked out of the house. Some folks getting let go from their jobs just weeks after coming out for bullshit reasons. People were still people, just... more of them were okay doing gay things. And even through all the doomsday talk of those who protested against LGBT people living openly, the world did not end.
Divorce did spike as well, but for every marriage ended by a declaration by one (or both) partners that they were not sexually attracted to the other's gender, there were just as many stories of newly opened marriages. Even polyamory started seeing a surge in public opinion. Husbands welcomed their wives' new lovers. Wives found their husbands fucking a guy now and then. But that was just the beginning, so the fears at the time do look naïve in retrospect.
As you might imagine, in addition to the number of social issues as well as newfound community, there was also a stark increase in sex. And that posed its own issue. There were still people who weren't really interested in sex or were sex averse. They didn't disappear. And they were quick to point out that while the world was losing its mind in a second sexual revolution, they should still have the right to not have it be that way everywhere they went at all times. After a few years, things successfully reached a new normal.
Things were more or less how they had been, but with a higher percentage of the population being gay or bi or some combination thereof. Instead of 1 out of 10 people being gay, it changed to about 1 out of 4. Further building out those stats, 2 out of 4 were now Bi, and the last 1 out of 4 remained straight. That didn't mean they were all out, but the studies seemed to suggest that was the newer breakdown. Many of the men who became Bi did hide it. They remained married. Even happily so. Their attraction didn't dissipate for their wives. They just gained new appreciation for their friends or neighbors.
That's when the second change to the world hit, and many people believe it came from a lack of action. Not a lack of action to revert things to how they were. The studies of conversion therapy showed for decades before this shift that conversion didn't work. No serious policy maker or scientist would suggest it. No, the lack of action people believed to be at fault was the lack of those Bi men in acting on their same-sex attraction. Even that is just a rumor. Regardless, after the initial shock had worn off, the new issue presented itself with some men first.
As if overnight, men who the day before had been like everyone else, woke up to find that they felt different. They felt physically very well. Better than their whole lives. Their health improved remarkably. Those who were sick with chronic illnesses woke up to find their aches and pains had disappeared. They were physically stronger, and food allergies and sensitives vanished as well. More than that, though, they found themselves suddenly on the receiving end of a LOT of attention.
Men would rubber-neck to watch them walk by in the street. They seemed struck with a fixation with these guys that rivaled any attraction they'd ever felt prior and left it well behind. People wanted to help them more. Help them carry things from their car. But it was also rather frightening at times. The men enamored with them were usually polite, but even then, their eyes had a hunger. And many of these men feared being devoured. Not to mention, there were some men who were not polite, but that looked hungry all the same. Combined with the fact that regardless of their orientation the day before the change began, they all suddenly found themselves only interested in other men it became an overwhelming situation indeed.
And like the men who were enchanted by them, they found themselves in sudden and similar states of trance. What might have been a glance in the locker room to see what the guys were packing became far longer. The first reports were of men found in compromising positions in inappropriate places. And these men who experienced the second wave of change went by many terms at first. Submissives by those trying to be sensitive (though objected to by many of these men who might have been rather proud of their previous self-image as powerful dominant men). Those who were not as keen to take these men's feelings into account would call them worse things. Cumsluts, bitches, fags. Officially, they became known as "Designated Bottoms." Though designated by who, no one could say.
The fear at first was that these men would become the norm. That all of those who had experienced a sudden onset of same-sex attraction were destined for this. Yet, the studies showed otherwise. There seemed to be no correlation. Men who had remained the orientation from before the transition found themselves becoming designated bottoms. Men who were gay before. Men who were straight before. Even some trans men found themselves succumbing to this additional shift. No pattern could be established.
And after a few years of this, they found the risk to be minimal. Only about 1 in 100 men became a designated bottom. Though, with their sudden appearance it did seem to raise the libido of all men. While before it just took a little getting used to, now men went from cumming on average once a day to feeling the urge three, four, five times a day or more. And when a designated bottom was nearby that urge was so strong it required actual problem-solving.
The world governments collaborated and came up with a new system. First, they needed to identify new designated bottoms as they came into their newfound status. That was rather simple as men could tell a designated bottom on sight. There weren't any outward physical properties. No release of pheromones, no measurable physical attributes. Men said it was some look in the eyes that helped them see it, but what that look was no one could describe objectively.
Once you were identified as a designated bottom, then the government would put certain protections in place for you. Housing, food, healthcare, anything you could want, or need was provided for, with the expectation that the men in need of release in your local community would be able to find that release through you. Designated bottoms were never forced to do anything they didn't want to do, including accepting these provisions. Even accepting the provisions didn't require you to perform those duties. The truth was, that after an initial transition phase, the designated bottoms were usually more than happy to help the men in the community. That transition phase was difficult for some, and it could be quick as in a couple of days or take months depending on the guy.
Yet, it always ended. And when it did, these designated bottoms found themselves helping the other men in their neighborhoods, cities, counties to release their urges. It was considered big news when a new designated bottom was provided a house in your area. And how they helped a guy release was totally up to the designated bottom and the men in question. The only things off the table were the things the designated bottom rejected. And the truth was, after that initial transition period, there was very little they weren't interested in doing (or having done to them). At least, that's what the rumors say today, five years into this new world.
It all started in college for me, and since leaving school and joining the workforce. These developments were top of mind for almost everyone I knew and worked with. Though for me it was less stressful. For whatever reason, I lucked out and found myself as straight as I was five years ago, and with the average libido of a man then as well. Besides the world changes that everyone knew about, my own life changed very little except that chicks were more down to fuck. Women may have not experienced the whole designated bottom scenario themselves, but they were hornier on average than they'd been before all this.
I mostly fucked my way through college, banging any woman whose boyfriend turned gay, or girls who were looking for a bi threesome with their girlfriend. Guys like me who were still fully straight were a certainly around, but a much more rare occurrence. A novelty of sorts. So, it was kind of perfect. Sure, the guys with higher libidos were fucking five times a day, but it took over their lives. And for the most part that included fucking dudes. I don't have any issue with gay dudes, and don't think its gross or whatever. It would be kind of hard to have that opinion in today's day in age (though that doesn't stop many people). Given that I wasn't even a little bi, though, it wasn't something I envied.
Now I am in my late twenties with a decently paying job in sales. It wasn't my chosen field or anything, but I make good money. And I live with two of my best friends from college. I am the shortest of the three of us at about 5'7" and average body type. My roommates are Clyde and Art at 6' and 6'2" respectively. Clyde is bit built and liked to work out. Art has a bit more of a dad bod I guess. Clyde was one of the guys who became a little bi during that initial wave, and had no problem pulling dudes or chicks, but he preferred the ladies. Art was like me in that we were both still completely straight, but his libido is more in line with the other guys who changed.
Things have been good overall. We liked to go out to bars on the weekends or go hiking or camping. The fact that I live with two guys who are way hornier than me did get weird now and then. I've walked in on them jacking off in the living room more times than I cared for, but I didn't want to make them feel bad about it. Clyde will complain every now and then about blue balls.
"Fuck I wish there was a submissive in our area to use..." Clyde said while we sat around the living room one Saturday morning.
"Didn't I hear you with that girl from around the block last night?" I asked.
"Yeah, but I'm still so horny... it sucks."
