Cumdump Commences

On the coming Thursday, I pulled my car into Andrew's complex parking lot. There were only a few cars scattered around at this time of day; Andrew had texted me to come over at 3 pm and I suppose all of his neighbors working 9-5's were still at their jobs. He'd told me that the time for a casual cumdump was optimally right as everyone was getting off of work, that way they could stop by on their ways home. The reason was utilitarian, only adding to the objectification of myself and Andrew. I'd asked why 3pm in that case, and he said there was some prep work to be done with the two of us. I could have enquired further, but I kind of enjoyed the mystery.

I'd asked him how the fliers did, and he said there was a lot of interest but the date was unfortunate, in that a lot of guys were going to other big events and wouldn't be able to make it. I think that comforted me some; I had come to terms with the fact that I had agreed to be a cumdump whore for men, but I was still nervous. This was new for me, and I wanted to ease into it. As much as this can be eased into.

I got out of the car, feeling my package sway in the pouch of my scarlet jockstrap. I'd added a stainless steel cock ring this time, thinking that I could stay harder for longer. I wore basketball shorts again-- they seemed easy enough last time-- and a white tank top that hugged my torso. I'd figured my waist would be a good feature to accentuate, complimenting Andrew's solid build. They had wanted variety, after all.

I texted Andrew that I had gotten to his complex.

"Are you wearing shorts?" The message came very quickly, I hadn't even made it to the stairs. I paused near the staircase and responded that I was.

"Great! There's someone here already, I asked him to come over to help us prepare. He'll be our first customer"

Wow, I'm already about to meet one of the guys who'd be pumping Andrew and I full of cum. I was exhilarated, but knowing that someone else would be behind the door other than Andrew was also intimidating.

No, I thought, Andrew made me feel comfortable. That's why I'm doing this. No point in worrying before I'm even in there.

Another message came in. "Barely anyone's out, so I think it would be sexy for you to shed the shorts in the staircase. It'll be safe enough. Ready when you are."

I should have taken more issue with this, but I remember how deserted the complex was the last time I visited. I took it as an opportunity to start getting out of my comfort zone, something that I'd be doing a lot of today.

I climbed the first half flight, then pulled my shorts down in one fell swoop. I stepped out of them and took a second to stretch my legs, rotating my hips and squatting so that my hole was exposed to the air. It felt great being exposed like this. I climbed the rest of the stairs at a leisurely pace, rounded the corner and walked down the hallway. I had a moment of anticipation to myself as I stood in front of the door, and knocked.

The door swung open a few beats later and I was faced with Andrew, completely nude, with a leather harness strapped across his chest.

"Hey," He greeted, in some combination of horniness and joy. His body was as beautiful as I remembered it, and the harness accentuated his strong chest.

"Hey," I responded, kneeling down to indicate that I remembered our traditional greeting. He smiled and turned around, sticking his ass in my face. The hole definitely had been opened, but when I smelled him, I could only pick up on the heavy musk of his hairy ass and a faint smell of saliva. I licked and dug my tongue in to see if Andrew had already taken a load or not, but found none. I enjoyed briefly rimming his ass nonetheless, and pulled away a bit reluctantly as Andrew began to turn.

He knelt as I stood, and I turned to press my ass into his face. Looking opposite of his door, I could look out over the parking lot and a road that ran alongside the complex behind a small crop of trees. I saw a car driving by, and logically we were too far away for them to see what we were doing. Still, I felt the exhilaration.

It had been warm that day and I'd been running errands, so I suspected my hole would be pretty rich. My guess was confirmed when Andrew inhaled sharply, growling as he exhaled.

"Fuck man, you smell perfect. Only thing that would be better is if you were covered in cum."

"I mean... that's the plan, isn't it?"

Rather than responding, Andrew licked a stripe up from below my balls to my lower back and rose up behind me. "That's the plan exactly."

We stepped inside and closed the door; his living room and kitchen were in perfect order. I guess we were expecting guests, after all. I scanned for the guy-- our first guy-- in the room but he must have been in the back.

"Feeling good?" Andrew asked.

"Better than good."

"Great, I think we're ready then. I'll bring you to the back to meet Ben. First though, you'd better lose the shirt and shoes. We can deal with the jockstrap later."

That sounded great to me, so I quickly shed both and handed them to Andrew along with my shorts, which he placed in a hidden bin below the couch. He reasoned that we wouldn't need clothing until I had to leave, and this way no one can nab my clothes. Some guys like trophies, and they don't often ask if its ok.

I walked back to the room and saw Ben immediately. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but Ben wasn't it. He was beanpole skinny and tall as hell; 6'2" or 6'3" if I had to guess. He looked around Andrew's age, though his face was much less soft and more angular, giving him an air of maturity. His brunette hair was up in a bun, and what I was most surprised with was his clothing. As opposed to Andrew's nudity and my jockstrap, most of Ben's body was covered with thin, airy fabric. He resembled those new age, natural living guys that I always thought looked a bit like a cult leader. At first I thought it was a patchwork robe of some sort, but after a moment I could discern the shapes of billowy pants, a long blouse-like shirt, and an elaborately draped scarf. It looked like a cheaper version of what avant-garde models would wear on the runway, but with his body, he rocked it. He'd been fiddling with a light switch, changing the ambient lighting of the room. He looked up as we entered.

Andrew spoke, "Barry, this is Ben. Ben, this is Barry."

The man put down the remote and strode over. "Nice to meet, you Barry." His voice was low and full of a passive confidence that I recognized as the mark of a humble, intelligent man.

"Nice to meet you, too."

A beat passed with all of us standing there, Ben with his legs slightly apart.

"Oh! Sorry Ben, I forgot to tell Barry about greeting formal tops."

My anxiety kicked up a little bit. I had missed some sort of cue, though of course I didn't know the cue existed. Andrew turned to me and explained, "with most of the tops you'll be interacting with, you won't actually be meeting them. You won't know their name, their age, pretty much anything about them except that they are fucking you, which is the most important part. But for tops that you greet as more than just a customer for your hole, its customary for the bottom to kneel down to smell, and potentially lick the top's balls. It shows that you're appreciative for their loads. The top will greet the bottom by examining his hole and spitting on it, if they so choose. Ben, help me demonstrate?"

I watched on as Ben turned to Andrew, still holding his legs slightly apart. Andrew knelt down and Ben lifted the top part of his pants, revealing that the individual folds weren't a style choice, but rather a clever design that covered the wearer unless the wearer uncovers himself. In this instance, it gave easy access to his package. He was soft, but still pretty big. His flaccid cock hung over his balls, which Andrew leaned into to take a sniff and subsequently lick. I could see the similarities between this greeting and Andrew and I's.

Ben let the fabric drop back down to cover himself, as he stepped forward. Andrew got up, spun around, and bent over. Ben parted Andrew's cheeks for him, looked at his opening, the hocked up a glob of spit. It landed just to the left of Andrew's hole, and begun to drip down.

"See?" Andrew said as he turned back to me. "Easy."

"Alright, yeah, no problem. Sorry Ben, I'll greet you properly."

He chuckled. "No sweat, man, but yeah, I'd like that."

I knelt down as Ben stepped to me and lifted the fabric. His cock really was beautiful up close, long and uncut. A thick tuft of hair above his cock was visible, and it didn't look like he manicured his body hair at all, as his ballsac was just as hairy. I leaned in and smelled, and instantly I understood the appeal of keeping it natural. He smelled amazing. I could probably smell all day between his legs smelling his musky, masculine package but I knew I should complete the ritual. I licked up one of his balls, relishing in the slightly salty taste. I leaned back and looked up to Ben, who looked down at me with admiration.

"That was great, Barry. Now let me reciprocate."

I stood up and turned, giving him access to my hole. He bent down so that his face was level with my ass. I felt him hock a loogie straight onto my hole, and it felt great. I stood and looked at him again.

"Thanks for the lesson."

"No problem. Now we can all help with the preparations. And Barry, lose the jock. I prefer my bottoms to be entirely naked when I'm around."

I dropped the jock and my erect dick sprung up, aided by the cock ring.

"Oh, uh, Barry," Andrew spoke cautiously, "You probably want to lose the ring. It'll only make you cum too fast, and it'll be easier to take loads when you're still horned up. I usually don't cum until the end of my cumdumps."

Oh, oops. I would have to wait for my erection to die down, which was not made easier by Andrew's naked body and Ben's scent. Still, I was glad to have the two of them to advise me on things like this.

The three of us continued to talk about what needed to be done. Andrew likes to have his cumdump events as streamlined as possible. We hung signs directing guests back to the room, along with a sort of 'guest book' by the door. This book allowed guys that had loaded us to add their contact information on the way out, so that Andrew could reach them easily for the next event. It also featured a section where guys could leave comments about the experience; Andrew said this was rarely used, but gave good feedback for how we could improve. That was why Ben was there, as well; he'd been regularly loading cumdumps for years, offering a perspective from the other side as we were setting up. He also told me that he didn't thrive in group environments, so he was glad to help us out before the rush of guys that would come later.

He gave Andrew and I instruction, though I'd guessed these were actually all Andrew's ideas. Ben just liked being in that dominant role, and I thought it suited him. That was when the term 'CMNM' crossed my mind; Ben was probably still dressed because he liked the feeling of that power exchange. I had to admit, I enjoyed it too. One guy fully dressed and two completely nude, following his orders. Though, his hippie attire made me laugh to myself a bit. Doesn't seem like the most powerful outfit.

Andrew handed me a red garter that I slid onto my leg; he had a matching blue one. Andrew explained that some guys would want a more intimate session with either Andrew or myself sometime in the future, and in that case they would write their number on a slip of paper, conveniently located in the room. They could give us those slips for us to place in our garters. At this point they'd probably offer their name, and I should greet them in the formal top manner.

We worked together to spread waterproof sheets over the bed to keep clean-up as simple as possible. Finally, Ben went into the closet and obtained a few leather cuffs, which he threw on the bed. He began to pull out a fuck bench, which I did not know was back there. Andrew and I helped him position the fuck bench between the window and the bed. Andrew said that some of the tops liked having their bottoms immobilized on the fuck bench, though as with the men, I was always allowed to refuse if I didn't want that scenario. I did find it hot, but also intimidating.

Finally, all we had left to prepare were ourselves. We had about 30 minutes until the event officially started at 4:30, and this is where Ben's presence helped us out a ton.

He pulled out two moderately sized dildoes from the closet and placed them on the bed.

"Alright, both of you. Get on the bed in doggy position. I'm going to help open your holes up before you're loaded."

Andrew and I positioned ourselves side-by-side on the bed, facing away from Ben, who sat at the head of the bed. Both of our bare asses hung in the air, facing Ben.

"Andrew's already started to open up, so he'll go ahead and take this dildo. Barry, I have some more work to do with you."

I denied my urge to ask follow up questions, as the mystery was turning me on. I could already feel myself leaking precum.

I felt hot breath near my opening, and a second later he licked up my ass. It felt nice having his warm tongue over my hole, and I wouldn't have to wait for long until he started fucking me with his tongue. It was a bit surprising at first; Ben's tongue was long and got further into my hole than a normal rimjob would go. But it also felt great on my inner walls, and I started quietly whimpering in pleasure.

He pulled away and repositioned himself evenly between Andrew and myself. I felt his finger enter me about half way and curve down to play with my prostate for a second. I was enjoying the attention, but he stopped caressing me from the inside and continued to push his finger in. At that moment, I heard a moan beside me. I looked to my left and saw that Andrew's mouth hung open, full bottom-face. God, he was hot. I looked behind us to see one of Ben's hands on each of us, sinking his finger into me and the smaller of the dildos into Andrew.

Ben added another finger and slowly thrusted them, widening me by the second. It was my turn to moan, and Andrew turned to look at me in ecstasy. He caught my glance and leaned in for a slow, sloppy make-out while the same guy was opening the two of us up. We muffled each others' moans as Ben added another finger to me and pulled the dildo out of Andrew, replacing it with the larger one.

After a few minutes at this pace, Ben pressed something warm up to my hole. I opened one eye, hoping to see that he had lined his cock up with me, but instead found that it was just the dildo he had used on Andrew, warmed from his body heat. I was disappointed for a beat, before remembering how large Ben's cock had looked. I decided to appreciate the incremental training.

Ben still wore all of his draping clothing, but the flap of his pants were tented, showing that he was erect. It stuck a good distance away from his body, and was well proportioned to his height as opposed to his weight.

"Andrew, seems like you're taking this with no resistance. You ready?" He asked, voice slightly husky.

Andrew broke away from the kiss to reply, "whenever you are, sir." The title was respectful, but full of the joking tinge that you develop with partners who you know well. If I had to guess, Ben and Andrew were long time friends, and potentially something more once.

Ben shifted on the bed, lining himself up with Andrew. He lifted his pants, and his erect cock stood proud.

Ben moved forward at a constant pace, not brutally fast but not as slow as a top normally enters a hole. There was no resistance, save the last half inch which didn't enter on his first thrust. His second brought Ben balls deep, and Andrew punctuated it with a full-bodied moan.

"Oh god," Andrew commented to me, "I can't wait for you to try this."

That made my cock jump. I was so turned on seeing this scrawny, subdued man thrusting into Andrew while he pumped a dildo in and out of my ass. The paces synced, and I felt even closer to Andrew than I had.

We didn't resume the kiss, as Andrew was clearly enjoying his fucking. I needed to gasp for air too as Ben's pace picked up to a solid, constant pulsing. Before long, he pulled out my dildo, leaving my hole open and slightly gaping. He stopped fucking Andrew for a few seconds before I felt the larger dildo enter me, stretching out my insides. If Ben was larger than this, I'm glad for the gradual increase.

Andrew and I stayed in this holding pattern for a few minutes, enjoying our synchronized moans and groans as Ben played around with the pace, varying long slow strokes with quicker, rougher thrusts.

"I'm getting close, Andrew. What do you say I let Barry have the first load? I'd love to be the one to christen him."

"Sounds good to me. Any load that one of us takes is both of ours, so I have no qualms. Plus, I think he wants it bad."

I did. Seeing Ben's methodical fucking with his long dick had my cock hard and dripping, on full display in my nakedness.

"You ready, Barry?"

I nodded my head impatiently, "Yes sir!"

Ben pulled out of Andrew on his next stroke, and laid the dildo that he pulled out of me behind him. He shifted over, still on his knees, so that he was straddling my legs.

With one smooth motion, he drove his cock into me balls deep. I found that while it was not as thick as the dildo had been, stretching my walls out uniformly around it, it was longer and thus opened up deeper parts of my hole. I squealed with the new depth, but pain quickly subsided into pleasure as Ben moved his cock in and out of me.

I could feel the fabric of his pants on my lower back, and underneath his body warmed my whole ass. I guess wearing the clothing while fucking trapped body heat, so I felt his warmth all over. His long pubes tickled around my hole when he'd entered fully, and he pressed his pelvis against me so that his cock moved around in the depths of my hole and his pubic hair rubbed up against my ass.

He began with slower strokes for my sake, but seeing as he was close to climaxing he picked up the tempo quickly. It was incredibly erotic, and I fucking loved how Ben fucked me. Andrew looked on from beside, but I was too busy to notice as my whole body rocked back and forth with Ben's thrusts.

He was definitely getting close, making small groans and grunts of pleasure as he grabbed my hips for leverage. His last few thrusts were more powerful, unleashing sexual energy as he finally came inside me. He kept fucking me through the first half of his orgasm, only steadying to hold me balls deep later to pump me full of his semen. I'd taken my first load as a cumdump, with Andrew beside me.