Giving My Buddy Head Again

My phone went off.

As if conditioned into a Pavlovian response by the ring of a bell, I smiled and bounced with giddiness. I noticed the time. I knew it was him. He was just leaving the gym. Without even actually checking the notification, I got up off the couch and went to unlock my front door for him. His arrival was imminent. I stripped, went to my bedroom and assumed the position. On my back with my head tilted over the edge of the bed, my mouth was watering. I licked my lips and stroked myself excitedly.

It was only mere seconds later I heard the front door open and shut. The sound of footsteps and zippers seemed to almost echo in this position. He entered my quarters and was greeted with my naked body on display for him. He approached me with his pants already falling as he walked. He stepped out of them and bent down to where his underwear, ripe from a workout, was in line with my upside-down face.

He may be the one in charge, but although I was submissive to him and serving his pleasure, he knew how to get me going as well. The slow tease of floating his smelly package so close yet so far from my face was absolutely tantalizing. After watching his dick twitch underneath the fabric of his underwear I involuntarily moaned with real desire. It was then he moved only a little bit closer, floating the tented bulge of his manhood inches from its target. My nostrils flared with the sharp whiff I was getting of his sweaty testicles. Ever so slowly he lowered his privates over my nostrils, again entertaining my unbridled desires. We both knew it was really all about him getting off in the end, but the consideration of what it does to me to be deliberately teased with his scent and have the anticipation slowly build up was something out of a dream.

It turned me on beyond words.

In his own way, he was showing me a good time while maintaining dominance. At last, he smothered my waiting, willing face with the full weight of his organ. The rush of being so intimately close to my friend's manly bits had already given me a raging hard-on. When he started rubbing himself up and down my face I moaned and shuddered underneath him. This continued for a while, so long that my mind wandered to thinking about our friendship itself, our unique dynamic and how hot he was.

I was so grateful for him. Not enamoured or in my feelings at all, simply attracted to and in heat over the sexy specimen he was. It was an honour to be his free-use cum dump slut whenever he pleased. For a couple of years now I had been taking his loads on the down-low. It was often enough that I never found myself missing him, wishing for this treatment or craving his cock. I genuinely appreciated his casual mellow vibe. He would warn me when he was going to the gym. He had elaborated how in need of a release he was post-workout. I divulged to him how sexy the scent of sweaty man was to me. With a raised eyebrow, a smirk and a chuckle he paused for a moment before replying to me that he would keep that in mind. I relished the thought of how he might interpret my admission of what turned me on.

I remembered this fondly while he fully dry-humped my face. Then he did something unusual but welcome that brought me back to the present and knocked me out of my reverie.

He turned around and sat his bum on my face.

I thought I was going to lose it with how much it made me melt. I twitched all over and I swear I went feral. He rubbed his rear all over me until my nose was buried in the crack of his anus. I inhaled him hungrily. Just when I thought it couldn't be any sexier, he made circular motions with his hips, turning me on something fierce. The intentional positioning of my nose and his hole was exactly what I wanted, and he knew it. I was pleasantly surprised to be going into uncharted territory with my buddy. Although never expressly off-limits, his behind had never been explored before in our numerous pump-and-dump sessions. So this unexpected development was mind-blowing. It was more than I could have ever asked for and he did so without warning. No consent was to be given. I didn't mind in the slightest. He knew I was more than willing to be on the receiving end of whatever naughty treatment he desired. A blissful few minutes passed as he used my face. I had to stop myself from begging him to remove his underwear. As if reading my mind he stood up straight, removed them, and I was given a glimpse of the entirety of his sack and crack.

I felt tortured by my own oral fixation and thirst to get him back on my face and in my mouth. He went to turn around, presumably to begin presenting me with his erection, before I uttered what was going through my mind. I dared to ask him outright, in the only words I could manage, no uncertain terms: "Can I please lick your bum hole?"

He paused for what felt like minutes before shocking me with his evident agreement. I couldn't believe it when he spread his butt cheeks for me, and I enthusiastically gazed into his rectum with my tongue hanging out. There it was in all its glory, my friend's beautiful puckered asshole. I practically whimpered at the sight and whined with an animalistic edge, ready to take this to the next level. Without a word, he sat back down, this time no fabric between my lips and his hole. I moaned non-stop while planting kisses on his most intimate skin, which was soft but slick with sweat. Every time I breathed in, I sniffed his aroma, and it was working its magic. For the next blissful few minutes, he granted me access to him in ways he never had before, and I savoured every second.

I explored his rim with my tongue greedily while, at the same time, I couldn't stop my slutty humming. I was munching on him with a sense of abandon and was lost in the heat of the moment. Eventually, he was wet from my mouth, and I managed to tongue punch his sphincter a few times before switching to quick flicks of the tip of my tongue. This eventually led to circular motions and more tongue punching. I was in heaven. I devoured his bum and ventured to kiss his crack and his cheeks, effectively making out with the entirety of his bum. Every time I got a whiff of his manly musk I was motivated to eat him out more. This very thorough rim job went on for a generously long time which was a real treat. At one point he let his full weight fall on my face and suffocated me with his buns. It was exhilarating. Once he let up, I gasped for air and drool fell out of the corners of my mouth.

He wasted no time repositioning himself to stick his dick into my hot wet mouth. Before I knew it, it was already nose-deep in his pubes while he filled my throat and blocked my windpipe. Having him this deep inside of me was nothing short of enthralling. The loss of oxygen and subsequent squealing gasps for air only made him hornier. I could tell that the levels of my servitude, the blatant way I hungered for him and how I showed it with my slobbering really got him going. He pulled out and I immediately panted. By now my body was limp like a ragdoll for him, all except for my boner.

I was getting a head rush, breathing heavily, and almost dizzy from the face fucking but I was in complete ecstasy.

He paused for only a moment to let me catch my breath before doing one of my favorite moves. He grabbed his stiff erection and slapped it over my cheeks, chin and lips. Saliva and pre-cum splashed over me erotically while he continued to smack himself on my face harder and harder. He gave himself a few strokes, milking his pre-cum out of the head and feeding it to my open willing mouth by letting it drop on my outstretched tongue. His familiar flavour permeated me with a warm tingly feeling of fulfillment. I knew this was only the beginning and that there was more where that came from. I swallowed and caught my breath. He rubbed his head on me like lipstick and inserted himself slowly back into my mouth. By now he was worked up and almost ready to feed me his seed. I knew after all of this he would blast me with lots of hot cum. He proceeded to piston in and out of my mouth roughly, giving me exactly what I wanted, showing me no concern as I was just a willing participant in his getting off. He slid over my tongue and coated my throat with pre-cum that was leaking out of him. He grunted and groaned, which I adored the sound of.

I knew without having to be told that it was time.

When he sank into my throat and started twitching I took that as a sign to open up and remain motionless. As if on queue, he blasted several ropes of cum into my mouth that dripped down my throat. Without a word, he continued twitching. Eventually, when I thought he was done, I swallowed his thick warm load. He took his dick out of my mouth and unbelievably still had enough in him to jerk himself off all over face. The last few little ropes he shot landed in my eyes and I didn't give a damn. I kept them closed and felt his spunk leak down my forehead and drip onto the floor. He used the head of his softening penis to wipe the cum out of my eyes and smacked me one last time with it.

I opened my eyes, stared up at his blurry silhouette and whispered, "Thank you."