I pulled up to the apartment building very excited and pretty hard. I'd looked back at Andrew's pictures again before I got out of my car; his body was beautiful, but I realized that I actually didn't know what his face looked like. I'd been... distracted, by other things, and his profile photo of him hiking from the back in a ballcap conveyed very little. I became a little disoriented at this thought; had I really agreed to meet up with this guy without knowing not only his appearance, but his intentions with me?
My rational brain was quickly taking over, but just in time, I received another message from Andrew.
Come on up, I'm on the third floor, accompanied by another picture. In the photo, he was sitting down. The camera was zoomed in on his crotch, showing a tantalizing happy trail down to a thick, curly bush. His cock hung above his full balls, and I was overcome with the urge to shove my face right there as quickly as possible.
If you want, you can even have some fun with this.
That was all the convincing I needed; I climbed out of the car (much more difficult sporting a full erection) and walked over to the exterior stairs. This was the kind of apartment building where all the hallways are exterior; opening any door leads directly to the open air. I kind of loved these places, as there was no need to deal with coding into a building or talking to a doorman or getting buzzed up. It felt a lot less like a living quarters and a lot more like a normal home.
I found his apartment number and was overcome with both excitement and fear as I knocked on the door.
Many thoughts rushed through my head in the few moments of waiting, so I was almost surprised when the door opened.
I was greeted with Andrew, all six feet of him. He was definitely strong in his build, though as I looked at his face for the first time, he had a disarmingly pretty expression. He had a beard, kept very light. His nose was large and his eyebrows were thick, though manicured. His face was square, but had a feminine touch. His eyes, dark brown, had a sparkle to them that all good bottoms' did; an eagerness. He was definitely just as beautiful as his body.
"Hello," he said brightly, before turning around, dropping his shorts, and bending over. He wore no underwear, so I could now see his completely bare ass. We still stood in his door opening; actually, I was outside of it. Anyone out and around would be able to see Andrew's hairy hole, though of course no one was out.
It took me a second to process what was happening, which apparently was too much for Andrew.
"Come on; say hello," he remarked as he reached back to grab my head and pulled it into his ass. I was in heaven. His hairy ass was musky, but held some scents of something floral as well. Jasmine, maybe? But most of all he smelled like a man's ass, which is one of my favorite smells besides a man's crotch and his pits. I took a big whiff, but was still confused on what we were doing.
"This is how bottoms should always greet each other," Andrew explained. "It shows that you respect each other and that there's no competitive nonsense going on. You smell each other's asses, and if you like what you see, you can take a lick."
