Being a bottom myself, I had never looked at anyone, but tops. My new friend, Shawn, had me feeling some kind of way. It was weird, because he was also a bottom, but there was something about him that turned me on. He wasn't real masculine, nor did he ever come onto me. Shawn was definitely not someone that I would look twice at.
I mean, he's cute, but not my type. I had no idea why I was feeling him so. We were both pretty similar when it came to looks. Both of us are around 5'9, about 170lbs, full lips, peanut butter complexions, and asses so fat that a top would kill for. It wasn't that I wanted him to fuck me, per se, but I did wanna fuck around with him.
One night, we were stuck in the house because of a snow storm, so we decided to chill & watch some movies at his place. Shawn got undressed and was walking around in nothing but a beater & boxer briefs. Damn, he had a fat ass.
Even though I was a bottom, I always had been curious about eating ass. None of the dudes that I fucked with let me do it, so it was always a fantasy of mines. I so wanted something to go down, but didn't really know how to approach him. I just decided to go with the flow and whatever happens, happens.
"Sam, why are you still dressed? You might as well get comfortable. The roads won't be clear until late tomorrow morning."
"But, I don't have anything to change into."
"So what? Just walk around in your draws. We cool, I don't care. You ain't got to worry about me trying to tap that ass."