"Who the fuck are you and what the fuck are you doing here?" I spat at the stranger as his softening cock dangled in front of me. In my panic, the cum slut in me still noticed the string of jizz still hanging from his glistening cockhead.
"I was told you were a cum swallower so I thought I'd find out for myself," he smirked at my shock as he replied to my questions without actually giving me any details.
"What are you talking about? Where did you hear that?" I shot back.
"You've spent all weekend guzzling down my best mate's loads. He told me I should try you out and that you don't mind being woken up with a mouthful of sperm. I figured if you could keep up with him and his insane libido, you must be something special."
Now that the initial shock had subsided and I was mostly sure that this stranger wasn't going to hurt me, I was able to take him in by the light of the lamp I'd forgotten to switch off before I fell asleep. He was tall, easily over 6 foot, and had what I'd describe as a rugby player's build: somewhere between muscly and stocky. He wasn't naked but only had a t-shirt on that stretched pleasingly over his broad shoulders, biceps, and belly. His thighs were impressively thick and hairy and his circumcised dick was softening enough that it hung pleasantly over two hefty balls. That string of cum still stretched tantalisingly, swinging with each of his breaths. I looked up from his penis and saw two green eyes framed by a shaved scalp and a handsome but rugged face covered in the densest brown beard I think I'd ever encountered.