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Richard liked to get fucked.  Most of his waking hours were spent thinking about cock.  He loved thinking about the next cock and he loved thinking about the last cock.  He had few limits.  Size was not an issue, but he always knew the big ones really felt good.   He was a barebacker.  The only latex he understood was the paint he used in his work as a school custodian.  Although he worked in an elementary school, he was clear about one thing.  He liked older men.  Silver daddies, aging bears and mature leather men were his favorites.  

 

Small in stature, Richard was only 5’ 4”.  Powerfully built, he often call himself the Mini Hulk.  As a partial gym rat, he like to see his body in a mirror.  He had his first taste of gay sex while in high school.  Just like many men’s dream, he and another boy on his wrestling team caught each other eyeing the bulges in their singlets.   It was only a matter of time until they were wrestling in the nude.  An even shorter time later, Richard felt the first of what would be many cocks pierce his asshole and get driven deep into his guts.

 

Richard had been fucking a few girls for a couple years.  In fact, he had knocked up his first girlfriend during the summer between his sophomore and junior year.  After she miscarried, he knew that he must start using condom and did.  But now that he had felt what a bare cock felt like, he understood two things.  One, he really liked getting fucked more than he liked jamming his cock into she-cunt.  And more important, he knew that he would never feel latex on his or another guy’s member.  One hot ass breeding and Richard had converted from chasing pussy to being a confirmed barebacking bottom.

 

He was fairly well endowed.  His cock was not huge, but it got very hard and pointed upwards like many young men’s aroused organs do.  Still, he did not always want to top.  He would to satisfy the partner of the moment, but he did not enjoy the act.  All he could think of was taking ever more cum.  Throughout the rest of high school all he could think of was sports and getting fucked.  He was hopeful that he would get a scholarship for his wrestling skills and never thought much of the future.  It was just sports and cock all the time.

 

Graduation time came and there was no scholarship.  He had to go to work so he applied to the school system for a custodial position.  His father, Richard II, was an assistant superintendent in the same district.  Helping his son, he sent him to see the principal of a small elementary school in the rural part of the district.  Richard II, unpopular with the principals was known as Big Dick, both for his size (he was 6’ 4”) and his overall “people” skills.  The principal, never one of Big Dick’s fans, was unhappy that he was being forced to take the offspring of that hated man as his only janitor.

So it was not surprise that he greeted the son with a loud “Well, if it isn’t Little Dick”.   He gave the now embarrassed son a difficult interview and hired him with the comment: “Looks like I just got Dicked by your old man”!  Still Richard was happy to have work and eagerly waited for his start date in the fall. 

 

Over the summer the whole Bottom’s family traveled some.  The family time helped Richard have some space between his man-whoring and playing sports.  He knew that he would have to be more careful as an adult and as a queer working in an elementary school.  He certainly did not want it known that Richard II’s only son was a cock loving bottom pig.

 

So it was with shock and surprise that he saw his school uniform emblazoned with his name for all to see:

 

Little Dick Bottoms was stitched onto each of his shirts.  While it was truth in advertising, both his name and his sexual desires, it was not going to be an easy start to a new job.  Even more embarrassing was his introduction to the faculty and staff when the principal introduced him with a cadence that emphasized “bottoms”.  The snickering of the faculty told Richard, they already knew of his fondness for cocks.

 

And, the concept of LITTLE DICK BOTTOMS came into being.

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