This situation was so surreal. A week ago, I was a straight guy with an average libido, which honestly made me a rarity since the world had shifted. Most others over the past few years found themselves far more interested in the same sex, and nearly everyone experienced a huge uptick in their sex drive. I'd thought I was immune to these changes the world was going through, but apparently, I was just waiting for the second wave of them. The wave that made guys become dick-hungry fuck holes for the astounding amount of willing dudes out there.
They officially were known as designated bottoms. Designated by who? No one was sure. But they were also called sluts, dick pigs, fags. Whatever other degrading descriptor you can think of. I'd heard about them before, sure. But only recently had the phenomenon become personal. My best friend and roommate Art had a little brother, Patrick. And Patrick had experienced the transformation into a designated bottom. Poor Art learned the hard way when we walked in on our other best friend and roommate Clyde fucking Patrick's brains out. It was an adjustment for Art, but we all made it through. Clyde was now fucking Patrick on the regular (along with whatever other dudes Patrick ran into that day), but just when that whole debacle was feeling over, I woke up with the tell-tale signs that I too was now becoming a designated bottom.
Luckily it was early enough that I wasn't getting propositioned out in the open. Only two guys were able to tell (as is common with experienced tops). And that's how I found myself sucking my first dick before panicking and hiding out the rest of the weekend in my room. Part of me hoped beyond all reason and knowledge that this was a temporary craving that would pass. Unfortunately for me, the second guy to look into my eyes and see whatever it is those tops see that tells them when a guy is a designated bottom was my boss at work. And that is how I ended up on my back, on my boss' desk before anyone else came in, taking his huge cock up the ass, and begging him to cum inside me. He'd taken my cherry roughly, and I can't deny that it was the hottest sex I've ever had. He cleaned me up, stuck a plug in my hole to keep his load from leaking out, and told me that the key to getting more dick would be to follow his instructions.
Though he also alluded to the fact that the dick I would get following his instructions would not always be his directly. As much as I loved getting fucked, this was all new and scary and so far removed from everything I had experienced or wanted just a few days prior. I hoped he'd keep me his little secret for the time being. But he was not as concerned with my anxiety. If anything, I'm pretty sure he viewed breaking through these inhibitions to be a great service to me. After all, given there was no documented case of someone being a designated bottom and then returning to their previous tastes and libidos, I'm sure he knew as well as I that it was only a matter of time before all the guys in the office knew what I was, and wanted their turn.
That's how I found myself standing outside the single-stall bathroom on the third floor of the office building I worked at, about to meet with a stranger. A stranger that my boss had set me up to please. And he made it clear that this stranger would tell my boss how much I pleased him. I was glad to see that the third floor was rather quiet. I'd never been up here before, but I had heard this was the floor where the executive team sat. Which of course only compounded my fear. Though, no amount of fear appeared to matter because as scared as I was, I was also rock hard, and reaching for the handle.
This bathroom was not what I expected. It didn't have harsh fluorescent light. It was warmer, and a subtler mood. The floor was a beautiful shiny dark stone. There was even a plant in the corner next to the mirror and sink, and plenty of room between the sink and the toilet. This bathroom was meant to accommodate one occupant at a time but was roomy enough for more. And as it happens, there was someone already inside leaning on the sink.
He was tall and well over six feet. Taller than my boss. About the same age though. Somewhere in his mid-forties. Just like my boss, he was clearly big on working out. He was wearing a button-down shirt tucked into dark slacks, very nice shiny designer shoes, a dark tie, and was wearing a very expensive looking watch. His dark hair was slicked back, and he had some stubble, but that was clearly well taken care of. His eyes were this hazel color with brown flecks that seemed almost orange in the light of the bathroom. And as soon as I walked in, he smiled widely. A grin I now recognized as a top recognizing his next conquest.
"H-hello... my boss sent me up here to-"
"Lock the door behind you," his voice was like a low rumble. Calm, but sturdy. And I immediately wanted to melt. Without breaking eye contact I reached behind me to lock the door. He didn't move, just grabbed his crotch through his slacks. "Well?"
I knew what he wanted, and he didn't seem the type to like to give a lot of direction. We both knew I was here for one thing. Still my knees felt like jelly as I stepped over to him. He towered over me when I got close, and just stood there with his arms folded. He looked slightly amused. Waiting to see what I did next. My boss' warning about getting evaluated on my performance rang in my head. There was nothing I was less interested in than disappointing my boss, or this man in front of me. The last remnants of my straight ego still was trying to stop this. It was reminding me that this man was a complete stranger. I didn't even know his name. Sure, I sucked Will off after just meeting him, but we had something of a conversation first. And I knew my boss for a while. This was another new step. I came to a public restroom to meet a man who I knew nothing about and service him. Even still, I dropped to my knees.
My eyes stayed locked on his, and I felt my hand instinctively started reaching towards the bulge that was now in my eyeline. But hesitated before I did. "Can... can I...?"
"Can you what?" He stared me down. He was testing me for sure.
"Can I take out your cock... sir?" This earned me a smile.
"Go ahead..."
I reached towards his belt first, pulling it apart. I felt the heat of him from under his shirt and pants. Once his belt was open, I undid the button and zipper to his pants. I felt his bulge growing under my fingers as I slid down the zipper. Then I gently tugged on his waistband to pull his pants to his knees. He was wearing boxer briefs. I could see the outline of his cock, but the underwear and his shirt were in the way.
"Can... can I unbutton your shirt sir?" He nodded without dropping his smile, and I started unbuttoning from the bottom of his shirt. I could feel his abs through the shirt as I went higher and higher. Around his pecs is when it became to high for me to reach from my kneeling position, and he grabbed my hands, and lowered them back down to his underwear before undoing the last buttons of his shirt on his own, and loosening his tie so he could remove it.
My hands turned back towards the main event, and I slid my fingers between his skin and the waistband of his underwear before sliding them down too. My jaw went slack, opening a bit, and I could tell I was salivating watching each inch of this man's cock be revealed by the slide of his underwear. This man's dick wasn't as big as Jack's. It was about 7 inches, and uncut. It was already getting pretty hard as I reached up and grasped it in my hand. He let out a small moan which I took as encouragement to keep going. The head glistened with precum as the foreskin slid down his shaft. I pumped it a few times with my hands feeling it's weight. My mouth was drooling and I knew I wanted to taste it. This newfound gay side of mine pushing my straight fears aside.
"Start sucking, I don't have all day," he said staring down at me. And I didn't want to disappoint so I opened my mouth and began sliding it over his cock. It tasted salty, but clean. Within a few minutes I was bobbing up and down on it like a pro and stealing glances up at his face to see how he liked it. His expression did not give much indication, which started to worry me. The man licked his lips though, as though he was just getting his appetite wet. "Jack said you had a hot little mouth, and he's right. But I want to see how good your throat is," and he pulled me off his dick.
"Put your back against the wall, slut." I flipped around and did as he said. He guided my head so it was resting on the title right next to the sink, and then he kicked his shoes and pants off before lining his dick up to my mouth. He was going to face fuck me, and he was going to make sure I didn't have room to pull off his dick before he wanted me to. I took a deep breath as he pushed his dick past my lips. It slid deeper and deeper, and his trimmed pubes brushed up against my nose as he reached the base and the back of my throat. I couldn't breathe. My air was completely cut off, and I felt the resistance of my throat to the head of his cock. I started sputtering and he did not move.
I felt my throat and mouth convulsing around his cock, but he didn't do anything. He just held me there. Each second passed in agony as I wondered if he was waiting for me to pass out. I felt slime and saliva filling the back of my mouth and spilling into my sinus cavity as I coughed. My eyes began watering like crazy. I tried looking up and could only see him staring down at me with those orange-brown flecks of color in his eyes. Spots started to form at the edges of my vision as I was sure he'd never let off. And then he pulled out, allowing me to cough and spit and slobber all over it. As my throat slime dripped down my chin. I got two or three ragged breaths in, and then he pushed forward again. I could feel it throb in my mouth, and the head pushing at the back of my throat. "You're almost there, slut..." he whispered to himself more than me.
