Roger Said "bottoms Cum Too."

I guess after Mike fucked me the "floodgates" opened with me having chances of encounters with men.

"You'll never be the same again," was the thought in my head after the second time with Mike when he made my rosebud bloom.

Sure the first time he and I met, Mike fed me two sugar coated loads, but when he penetrated me to press my prostate the unfamiliar feeling would change my entire outlook on sex, as from now on it could only happen with men.

"Ain't no turning back now. I'm gonna want that dick every chance I get," I told him 48 hours after he fucked me.

Those words might've sounded premature but it turned out to be true, and it was almost as if something was in the air as horny, mostly married guys would touch base online out of the blue.

"I just wanna get my turn to see how deep I can go," said one guy as Mike of course was the first to prove my "depth," and trained me to where I now would chat with guys and automatically wanted to make a photo of my ass bent over in front of the camera.

I'd lean against something while pointing my thick rump to the lens, and pulling my cheeks apart for them to see my hungry hole. I was turned out and proudly posing as if I was a model for Hustler or Playboy magazines.

"The things I'd do to you," was another common statement from guys.

I was deep in bottomhood, but my shrewd, little cock still had an urge to be rubbed and sucked on occasion, too, and Stanley, a guy I met online, would be a guy that offered such.

"Love chunky guys. Just more to grab, more to lick, and you guys are more emotional," he said to me on Bigger City.

I didn't get the "emotional" part the 22-year-old spoke of until he explained that chunky guys tend to be more vocal. Then I understood it as us fat guys being noisy, wailing and whimpering a little louder than most, which could be true, especially for me.

"I live to suck fat man cock," he said on a night I was more desiring to blow some cock myself. "I just enjoy seeing you guys get off."

This was new as the slim Indian kid with smooth, dark brown skin, his perfect light eyes and bright smile was listed at five foot nine, 150 lbs., and carrying a banger of a cock that I hungered to put my lips on. I tried appeasing him by taking more nude photos, but he wouldn't budge.

"I wanna make you cum," he stated adamantly and now I had to retool my focus on him doing me.

"How soon can you get over here? I asked as I was laying on the couch rubbing myself.

An hour elapsed as he was ringing my doorbell, coming to the house during in a torrential rain wearing a colored coordinated polo shirt and trousers.

"I just got off work," he claimed, as the cable installer was sporting a small goatee and that gorgeous smile.

His energy changed when he walked in, as now he was a little nervous while I was eager, and I offered him a drink to calm him.

"No, just cock," he declined as he wanted to get down to business.

"Just want to suck your cock."

This was a turn of events for me as I was the one who usually begged, but then he off his shirt, placing it on the coat rack by the front door, then came over to me as I laid out on the couch butt naked. I turned on the television, then changed the input to the HDMI channel linked to my computer where I had gay porn playing, and I grabbed my poppers, something I was introduced to by Mike when he played with me last.

"I don't have the biggest cock you may be used to," I said embarrassingly as he sat on the couch to lean over my waist while examining me.

"Big enough for me, as long as you cum," he stated, while rubbing my pink tip with his right pointer finger.

He looked me in the eyes and smiled, and I instantly got hard as I pictured cumming in his mouth after I recently blew a guy for the first time; I was now getting reciprocation.

"You sure about this," I asked as I looked into young Stanley's eyes to see a fire, and looked at his perfect teeth to realize that I could smear that pretty little smile with my babies.

He looked down as his hand ventured to my balls for him to lightly brush my pubes, and I naturally opened my legs wider as he hadn't placed his mouth on me, and yet I was already primed to explode.

"Oh buddy, you precum a lot," he said before swooping his head down to slurp it off the tip, putting me in a tizzy as if my body waited for this moment.

He used that tongue to lick the side of my aching cock from under the tip, then down to the base before he went lower as I pushed my hips back to give him full access to whatever he wanted to feast on.

"I can smell the cum in your balls, buddy," he said to me.

I didn't know that was possible, but he was driven so much that he planted his tongue directly in the middle of my sack, pressing it flat and causing me to moan, for I learned at this moment I enjoyed this feeling. He spent extra time licking slowly from the bottom of my sack, to the middle, and to the top, repeating this a few times as he made the pair tighten and ultimately pay me an orgasm

"I need you to eat my hole," I said as my ass puckered.

I wanted him to tongue fuck me, but he stopped short at my taint, brushing side to side there until he retreated his tongue to take my cock in his mouth and commence to pounding his face against my pelvis.

"You leak like a broken faucet," he said before he wrapped my tip with his lips and went to town, showing I wasn't the only cock hungry slut around.

I kept my legs open by holding them under the knees, allowing him to gorge my prick as I swooned in lust, enjoying being serviced. I at first wanted Stanley to kill my pussy with that massive cock, but request was long forgotten, for he was giving me pointers on sucking my next cock. He had the right amount of pressure at the exact points, he made noises and most of all, just showed passion for what he was doing. He bobbed his skull and I had to close my eyes from getting dizzy, as this guy gave me heights of pleasure that no one else could.

"I think my fucking head is gonna pop off. Fuck," I wailed as this was too good, me being extra and making Stanley suck me more.

I was surprised I was able to hold back as long as I did, as I guess my body needed this.

"Cum for me, daddy," Stanley moaned.

I became louder and let go of my legs to hold on to the couch. The feeling was passing through my entire body as I never had such an intense climax, the closest being when Mike fucked me.

"Baby, I'm gon' shoot," I warned him, thinking he wouldn't want to swallow.

I was wrong, screaming as my nut belted from my cock and into his mouth, with him welcoming every drop with deep voiced moans, not gagging once. I shot for maybe 20 seconds and immediately went sensitive after, trying to push him off.

"I gotta get it all, daddy," he said as he wouldn't be denied one ounce.

"You've got some sweet cum my friend."

He finally let go of my now limp cock, making it linger to my thigh, and I laid back gasping, sweating from this quick encounter. I had no words, just exhausted and super satisfied to where I needed him just to leave. He wouldn't say a word, just going to the rack to grab his shirt to put on, before he blew me a kiss and left. I'd end up falling asleep on the couch, waking up hours later to a porn scene in which two black guys were dicking down a chubby white guy like myself. I shook my head for that was another fantasy, then I cut off the television and walked to the bedroom to crawl into the covers remembering that I, too, still enjoyed being serviced.

The floodgates were definitely open.