Getting Acquainted

In the light of his apartment, I got my first good look at Andrew. His skin was lightly freckled and tanned, showing that he'd spent some quality time in the great outdoors. His black hair was cropped closely to his head on the sides and slightly longer on top; it looked recently cut. This was a sharp contrast to my own shoulder length dirty blond curls, which framed my slender face. His sharp features were just as intimidating as they were intriguing, and his lips looked full and pillowy. It occurred to me that he had kissed my ass before he'd kissed my mouth, a thought which only added to my horniness.

I looked around as he hurried off into the kitchen. The apartment opened into a living room with a large TV against one wall. A sofa, a loveseat, and a rocking chair formed a U shape pointing towards the TV, and behind that whole setup the kitchen sat behind a breakfast bar. The walls were adorned with art. A lot of them I recognized as album covers, while some others clearly came from the Tom of Finland-esque fetish scene.

I stared at Andrew through the window of the breakfast bar. He was delightfully full in his belly, ass and legs, even in the khaki shorts that he'd one again pulled up onto himself. He sported a tanktop as well with long cutouts for the arms, showing some decently hairy pits when he lifted them to pour me a glass of water.

I was still fully hard when Andrew came back with my water.

"Please, sit," he remarked as he gestured to the couch and placed the water glass on the coffee table in the center of the room. "Though, place *this* glass," he said as he handed me a smaller, empty glass, "under your jock. I don't want to get the cushions covered in precum. It's super hot that you produce that much, though."

"Thank you," I said, sitting and placing the glass in front and under me. It made me feel a bit objectified to have my precum collected like that, but I certainly wasn't complaining. I also resisted the common sense question of, 'why not just put a towel down?' I guess I was way too horny to be thinking clearly.

"So you liked that picture of my ass flooded in cum?"

My cock pulsed, releasing another stream of precum into the glass.

"Yeah, it looked amazing. I've kind of always wanted to be in that position, but between not being on prep and not really knowing anyone who would want to, I hadn't really seriously considered it."

"Well, I'm asking you to consider it. At least somewhat seriously."

"What do you mean by that?" I was again adding more to the glass. Andrew leaned back, spreading his arms out against the back of the couch and opening his legs slightly. I could see the outline of his semi-hard dick through his shorts, given that he had no underwear to hide it.

"Well you know the network I talked about, those guys who like to come over and make a mess out of me? They've expressed some interest in having a bit more... variety. I've been looking for someone to join me when I have guys come load me up; another bottom that my guests can chose between. I'm obviously attracted to you and I think many of them would be too; we might even both get a load from a few of them."

"Woah... that's a really hot idea. I mean, I'm into you too, so I think I would probably love it."

Andrew smiled at this. "I feel like it ups the objectification factor, which is ideal for being a cumdump. And as much as I like getting my ass flooded, it does get to be a lot; I think having breaks to watch you get fucked will keep me hornier for longer."

I nodded along, just leaking. I couldn't believe I was actually getting this offer.

"I'm sure you have some questions?" Andrew prompted.

I thought for a minute.

"Is it like a no-loads-refused situation?"

"It can be; it usually is for me. I like it better that way. But everyone I know is super respectful. If you don't want someone to fuck you, just tell me or the guy and they wont. Plus, they'll always have my ass to fuck if they can't have yours."

"Is it like..." I searched for words for a few seconds. "... a competition sort of thing?"

"Not at all. That's why we licked each others' asses; to show that any load that one of us takes is a load for both of us. We shouldn't be counting or anything; just enjoying the sexual environment."

"Does that mean, like, can I also play with you? I mean I know neither of us top, but. Yeah?"

"Of course, man. You're fucking cute! I don't think I'd wanna do this if we couldn't play with one another. In fact, I think I offered you a little something as a reward for coming over."

With that, andrew looked down to his crotch, which twitched.

"You wanna get on your knees between my legs?"

I scrambled to get down to the floor, but Andrew's hand shot out in front of me. I looked down to see that he was holding the glass, which had collected a decent amount of precum... and which I had almost knocked over.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry, that was almost--"

"Don't worry about it. But, position this as it was again once you're on your knees. Can't have you leaking on the floor either," He said with a sly grin.

"Of course," I responded sheepishly as I climbed to the floor and shifted over between his legs.

"Now that's a good boy," He purred.

I reached out to the button at his waistband; his tank top crept up a bit to show a bit of his happy trail. I undid the button and pulled down the zipper, watching my present open up under my hands. I gave a tug to the shorts and his cock sprang up, about five inches long. I've never been a size queen, but the girth was intimidating. What interested me most, though, was his beautiful nest of pubes and pendulous balls. I leaned in and sniffed, getting an intoxicating waft of sweaty, musky man scent.

"Good boy, enjoy it."

I buried my face between his huge thigh and his junk, smelling as much as I could. I stuck my tongue out and ran a strip up the crease, causing Andrew to let out a whimper. I could now very well tell that he was a bottom through and through, but this was sexy no matter what.

I pivoted down to licking his balls, which smelled even stronger and felt erotically smooth against my tongue. I popped one of them into my mouth and sucked on it, earning more squirming and moaning from Andrew.

"Engh... fuck..."

I took the other one in, and let it go with a pop after I was satisfied. I extended my tongue and ran it up from his low hanging balls along the underside of his shaft. At the top, a solid bead of precum was waiting for me as a reward. I lapped it up, tasting its sweet slickness. Then my mouth was around him, bobbing up and down. He was letting out small sounds of pleasure as I worked over the thick shaft, relishing in the feeling of taking it inside of me. I'd been sucking his cock for about five minutes when he pushed my head back and stood over me.

"Can I paint your face?" Andrew pleaded breathlessly. It was interesting how quickly he'd pivoted from his calm, controlling demeanor into a slutty, desperate haste. I nodded emphatically, opened my mouth, and closed my eyes. I heard him stroking himself, lubricated with my spit, for a few seconds before I felt a hot arc of cum hit across my face. I caught some of it in my mouth, though a majority coated my eyes, brow, and nose.

He slumped back into the sofa to catch his breath. "Good boy," he muttered. "You're definitely going to be good at this."

I was filled with a pang of pride; I was somewhat concerned about my abilities when pitted against a bottom who was so much more experienced and took dick way more often. This praise made my insecurities vanish. It wasn't that Andrew was going to outclass me. Instead, we'd be working together to make both of our experiences more enjoyable; I had no reason to worry.

"Now," he continued, "We shouldn't let that load go to waste."