Necessary Preparations

He crouched down so that we were face to face and leaned in. At first I thought he was going for a kiss, but instead he licked a clean stripe up my face, collecting about half of his load on his tongue. He leaned back and made a show of him swallowing his own cum, opening his mouth up and sticking his tongue out to show me that he drank all of it.

At this point, a strand of precum fell from my jock like spider silk, constantly filling up the glass underneath me. I was so horny I'm not sure what I would have done with myself if he hadn't given me his next command.

"Take out your cock and stroke it. I want you to cum into the glass. Can you do that for me, boy?"

I nodded emphatically, temporarily forgetting how to speak, as I reached down quickly and freed my dick from the side of my jock. My cock isn't huge by any means; at about 6 1/2 inches long, its length is the most impressive feature. It's fairly thin, probably comparable to the base of a chess piece. I manicured last week, so apart from a neat triangle of pubes above my crotch, there was very little hair obscuring it. The pink head was engorged larger than I'd ever seen it, weighing my erection down so that it hung away from my body at a little more than a 90 degree angle. My set of decently sized, smooth balls broke free of the jock as well, hanging low after being outside in the summer heat.

My cock reacted to its freedom by leaking a dribble of precum, which I quickly ran my hand over and started jerking my dick as fast as I could. It felt so good, I know it wouldn't be long before I shot the load Andrew requested.

He looked down and darted his eyes back up to mine, his face still only inches from my own. "Nice cock, too. Sometimes the men that come over like to hold onto mine while they fuck me, like a joystick. Keeps me in place."

Oh god. Andrew was tempting me with more stories of his cumdumps. Stories that, I now realized, I could soon be a part of. That got me even closer and closer to climaxing.

"I'm about to cum!" I told him hurriedly, and he took that opportunity to lick another stripe up my cum-coated face. This time, though, he leaned in for the kiss I'd expected moments earlier. His mouth opened up and I I reciprocated. He unfurled his tongue and filled my moth with his load, still warm and thin from his body heat and subsequently mine. As I tasted his cum, I felt myself pass the point of no return. Only at the last second did I remember to aim for the glass, pushing my cock straight down. My load pumped from me with strength as Andrew and I made out, passing his cum back and forth between the two of us. I could feel the cum pulsing through my cock. My orgasm was so strong that I let out a whimper into his mouth, unashamed of how good it felt.

My orgasm ended, but Andrew kept up the kiss. We slowly swallowed the cum between the two of us, eventually transitioning to a more gentle and affectionate kiss. The taste of his seed lingered, though, and gave me a sense of dirtiness that I think we both enjoyed.

When we did eventually break the kiss, he stayed close to me. "That was really hot," I commented.

"I agree entirely." He looked down at the glass, visibly appreciative that I had gotten it all in. Some shots had hit the side of the glass, leaving streaks of cum that meandered down into the bulk of the milky-white mixture of precum and cum that I had produced. He picked up the glass, sipped from it, and smiled.

"Tastes good, too."

I blushed, slightly embarrassed to see the masculine man before me sipping on my precum like it was his afternoon cocktail. I know I shouldn't've been; I had tasted his. But from a glass it felt different, like it was a product of our experience, a tangible outcome of us both pigging out together.

He got up and stepped out of his shorts, which had never fully come off throughout the encounter, and placed the glass down on the breakfast bar. Seeing his round furry ass from behind reminded me of how nice it had been to greet him ass first. Maybe this lifestyle was for me.

I got up and tucked my now-deflated package back into my jockstrap. I thought to sit down, but precum still soaked the bottom of the pouch and I didn't want Andrew's couch to get stained. I remained standing as he made his way back over to me in front of the coffee table, leaned down to pick up the glass of ice water that I'd placed down, and handed it to me.

"Drink some, you'll need your fluids back after a load like that." His tone was slightly teasing in a way that I didn't mind at all. In fact, I was proud to have produced a load like that. "You can lose the jockstrap and sit on the couch."

It was phrased as an invitation, but I took it as instruction, tugging off the jockstrap with my free hand. I picked it up as I sat down on his couch, and he sat down next to me. We both were naked from the waist down, save my shoes and Andrew's socks.

"So, what do you think?" He asked me.

It took me a few moments to process the question and remember that before all of the fun, he'd propositioned me with joining in on his cumdump sessions.

"If it's a no, that's totally fine. If you want to, you can go right now and this can just be a one-time hookup. No pressure."

I thought it through, mind now mostly clear of horniness. I have always wanted to have multiple guys use me to get off, and I enjoyed feeling like a sleazy sex toy. The objectification was hot, and the way Andrew described his encounters made me feel like objectification would be intrinsically tied to this. I could refuse guys if I really didn't want to, and with Andrew next to me I wouldn't have to worry about someone getting angry and aggressive. They could just take it out on him or, if things got really sketchy, escort them out. He made me feel like being a horny, load-hungry bottom wasn't something to be ashamed of, but rather a source of brotherhood and togetherness. The choice was easy.

"Yes," I said definitively. "I'd like to join you as a cumdump. At least for a trial run."

A smile grew across his face, and I could read both genuine happiness and devious pleasure in his expression. "I was hoping you'd say that."

We talked a bit more, getting to know one another in all of the ordinary ways. He was a social media manager for a few companies, working freelance and mostly from his apartment. That sort of networking skill explained the group of horny guys he'd made connections with. He was 34, and has been in the queer scene for over a decade. He'd tried topping before, along with a long list of kinks and fetishes, some of which he noted to be very enjoyable. But gangbangs and cumdumps were his bread and butter, and he'd been hooked ever since he hosted his first one when he was 26.

I told him about myself as well. I explained my job as a chemical analyst for the city's water filtration plant. I am 24 and haven't really involved myself with the queer community, as most of my friends were straight and I was too intimidated to go to gay bars alone. I spent my time swimming, drinking with my friends, and organizing the occasional hookup (which I clarified was usually much more vanilla than Andrew's).

"Swimming makes sense; you've got kind of a swimmer's build. Unlike me," he commented as he rubbed his belly. "I've got more of a rugby thing going on. Though, I just lift"

"I really like your build," I offered truthfully. "It's super sexy."

"Well thanks man, same to you. You want a better look?"

"Please."

With that, he stretched his arms above him and pulled off his tank, leaving him completely naked on the couch. His big pecs hung slightly, with his lower torso rounding into a firm, solid, and powerful midsection. Hair coated his chest, and a thick line descended over the ridge of his belly down to his soft cock. He was beautiful. I joined him in removing my t-shirt.

We were really comfortable with one another, talking while our messy, soft cocks hung between our legs. I'd drank all of my water, at which point Andrew courteously got up to get me some more while I enjoyed the view. After my second glass, I was feeling much less tired from the sex.

"So, there's a few things I'd like to do before you go. Come with me."

Andrew got up and I followed, setting my water glass down on the table. He walked nude over to the breakfast bar and grabbed the glass of cum before proceeding down a hallway past the kitchen. I followed after him, eager to keep his strong body in eyesight. He led me to a bedroom, presumably his, but notably it was mostly barren. A few more lewd fetish portraits hung on the walls, stylized prints of men taking cock, covered in cum, or shooting their load onto a kneeling bottom. Definite turn ons.

In the late afternoon, orange sunlight beamed in from a window, blanketing the well-made bed in light. A closed, accordion style closet was a few feet to the right of the bed, opposite the window.

"This is where I host my cumdumps. This was a home office, but I refurbished it so that I could get pounded here. I used to use my bedroom, but the cleanup is a hassle, especially when all you want to do after taking loads all day is lay down and pass out."

"Wow, you really thought this through."

"Stick with me and you'll get a lot of good cumdump tips. I am a seasoned veteran, after all," he said with a wink. "Now I'd like to take some nudes of you in here. I want to advertise our first session together, and with pictures of both of us, I think we can get a much wider audience."

I faltered for a second. "I didn't know that pictures of me were involved... I could lose my job if this got out."

He read my concern and gave me a comforting look. "You have no need to worry. With no tattoos, we can just exclude your face and you won't be recognizable at all. Though, if ever in the future you change your mind, I think including your face would get us a lot more tops. You're really cute."

I blushed. "Thanks. Yeah, I can do some nudes." I looked down at my dick, still coated in the precum that I'd used to jerk myself off. "I should probably clean myself off though."

"No need. The guys I run with don't care about a messy dick. In fact, it turns them on more."

"Alright then. How do you want me?"

Andrew proceeded to take a few pictures of me bent over on the bed, laying down on my back with my legs in the air, and a couple frontal shots that he said were moreso showing off my build than my cock. He'd gotten a black hood for me to wear for the pictures so that my face was not exposed, though my blond locks poked out from the bottom. The posing was pretty arousing, and I started to get an erection again.

"Ok, final picture. I'm going to have you prop your ass up in the air, face down. Think you can do that for me?"

"Absolutely!" I got in position and waited for the artificial shutter sound on Andrew's phone. Instead, I heard him spit and felt his luxurious saliva hit between my cheeks, sliding down and coating my hole. I gasped and turned back to look at him, standing above me and looking down at my exposed hole.

He turned his attention to my eyes briefly, meeting them with a steely, commanding expression. The only thing he responded with was. "back in position."

I did as he said, and soon felt a finger running over my hole, slick with his spit. He continued to massage my hole as I let out small sounds of pleasure. Eventually he thought I was relaxed enough and he pushed his finger into my hole, widening it. He was careful and methodical, only pushing me when he knew pleasure would soon follow. After a while his finger left, and my hole gaped slightly in its absence. I wanted to know what was going on, but I didn't want to move out of position. I felt the precum dripping from my hanging cock again.

At first, I thought he spit on my hole again. I hadn't heard him spit, but cool liquid flowed around my hole. It was thicker than his spit, and as it trailed down to my hanging balls I remembered the glass of cum that he'd brought into the room with us. I smiled to myself, thinking of my hole glazed in my own semen.

He grabbed my leaking cock and pulled it backward towards him, showing the full size of my erection. In this pose, he took a few more pictures.

"That should do it," He commented triumphantly, losing the domineering tone he'd used when addressing me last. I got up and took off the hood, delicately moving so as not to press my cum-coated hole against his bedsheets. Though, I guess these are bedsheets intended for sex, so it wouldn't be a big deal.

"These came out really good, the guys will love them," he said as he met my gaze. I felt pride at that, that these men would enjoy looking at my cum covered hole. Enough that they'd make a trip over to fuck me.

"So..." I started hesitantly. "What now?"

"Now I'll need a bit of time to put this whole thing together. I'll mock up a flier with both of our pictures tonight. When would you be free to come over for the session?"

"I'm off on Thursdays usually."

"Great, I can get most of my work done Wednesday so I'll be free all day too. I'll send the flier to my groups of guys and put it up on sniffies and recon. We want to broaden our audience, and I bet we can pull quite a few more guys with these," He said, gesturing to the phone he was holding. "On your end, it's mostly just keeping up communication with me. Send me questions, links to porn, whatever. And let me know if something comes up, otherwise I'll see you here in person next Thursday. Don't shower the day before. We like it dirty, don't we?"

His tone was playful, but I answered earnestly. "Sounds great to me. I'm getting really excited already."

"Good, keep that excitement up. Maybe I'll send you some cumdump videos to keep you in that headspace. Oh, and wear a jockstrap next time as well. It'll probably come off pretty quickly, but I still like seeing that ass in a jock."

"No problem."

I made my way back towards the living room with rivulets of cum falling from my ass to my thighs. To think, this was only one load, and I'd be taking multiple as soon as the coming Thursday.

I threw on my shirt and my soaked jockstrap; it was slightly uncomfortable, as the precum had gone cool after the photoshoot, but I acclimated quickly. I went to pull on my shorts when Andrew grabbed my arm to stop me.

"Not yet."

He made his way over to the door and swung it open, letting the setting sun flow into the room. He was still completely nude; I'm not sure how he has that much confidence, but its definitely admirable. He pointed in front of him at the tiled hallway outside. I walked over, shorts in hand.

He gave me a smirk and turned around, bending over and sticking his ass out. I guess a bottom's greeting and a bottom's farewell are the same. I bent down and sniffed his asshole, relishing in the musky scent. I gave the hole a long lick, leaving a trail of saliva covering his hole. It winked at me.

I stood and turned as he did the same, leaning in. He gave my hole a quick smell before licking up the cum he'd drizzled on my ass, spitting it back out directly onto my hole. He then began to make out with my ass, using his tongue to open me up enough to free more of my load from my hole, eagerly sucking it out. When he pulled off, I turned around to see his face messy with my load and licking his lips.

"It was very nice to meet you, Barry."

"Likewise, Andrew."

And with that, he shut his door. I was still swimming in horny thoughts for a second before I remembered I was in a jock in his public apartment complex. I shuffled into my shorts and made for my car, no less hard than I was when I arrived. I was definitely looking forward to Thursday.