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."
