Giving My Buddy Head on His Brea

He was horny and on a time limit.

Technically so was I, except that mattered less, both because I had plenty more time than he did and also because it was his orgasm that took precedence.

My regular rendezvous with my buddy was chiefly about him, his pleasure, his load.

Buddy's been roofing every summer since graduating high school. Today he was on a job near me in my area and could sneak away on his lunch break. 30 precious minutes to worship him and take his load. I was determined to make the most of it.

He knew he could reach out to me, anytime, without a doubt that I would say yes.

Of course, I do.

I never say no.

Never have.

Never want to.

I oblige his requests enthusiastically every time.

How could I resist?

The animalistic way he shoves himself down my throat is a feeling unmatched by anything or anyone else. I can't breathe while he lodges himself in my windpipe and probes the deepest parts of my skull. He tickles my gag reflex, which I promptly control and receive a thorough face fucking for my efforts. I slobber and soak him until he's sloppy with my saliva, a wet feeling I know he likes.

In the end, my ultimate reward is a mouthful of his cum, a most delicious treat. Even if, on a whim, he erupts on my face, which is not an unlikely occurrence, I still lick, scoop, eat, and swallow his load in its entirety. If I'm lucky, I clean him up as he grows soft, using only my mouth, of course. I even kiss the flaccid head of his deflating penis in adoration of its magnificence.

To say that I was hooked would be an understatement.

I was weak at the prospect of feasting my eyes and mouth all over his junk. I'm never not down for it. His dick is like a drug I indulge in without hesitation.

Buddy's laid-back vibe while going buck wild on my face is a dynamic that is satisfying for me in and of itself. The way he just nonchalantly goes about fucking my mouth is a turn-on that I savour and recall fondly while later getting myself off alone.

Not once have I regretted a session with him. Every time he unbuckles, whips it out, and allows me access to every bit of him, it's like the first time. Yet somehow the vibe is consistently like picking up where we left off. With no signs of stopping our escapades any time soon, I thanked the heavens for this casual and progressively more kinky arrangement.

I hadn't seen him in a few days. Nothing out of the ordinary, but we also hadn't engaged in our playtime since exchanging nude pics and dirty vids over text. That conversation established a new naughty interest of his that was revealed to me in no uncertain terms in those messages. An interest, which, if acted upon, would be a first for me.

I thought about that conversation while unlocking my door for him and assuming the position in my entranceway, on my knees.

My mouth was beginning to water. 'Yes!' I thought. 'I'm ready. I'm eager to give him head and be made into a sex toy. My buddy's personal free-use cum dump.'

As this inner dialogue crossed my mind, it dawned on me how this was such a strange setup but almost beautiful in its simplicity. It was just so hot.

I waited on my knees for only a few short minutes before I heard his vehicle pull up.

Footsteps getting closer. A shadow on the wall. A silhouette through the glass.

My buddy had arrived and let himself in as usual.

He looked down on me and just nodded his approval. In a matter of seconds, he shut the door behind him and turned the lock.

He made it clear that this would have to be quick, so I would not have the luxury of sniffing and fondling him as I so often did. I wasted no time and spared myself the luxury of licking and teasing him. Instead, I cut right to the chase and engulfed his whole dick the moment it was freed from his cargo pants.

Ah. Lovely to behold, and even sexier to submit to.

I gripped him by the shaft for dear life and jerked him into my wide-open mouth. He made a long groaning sound. While his dick was stiff the rest of his body relaxed. I reached around him with my free hand, groped his ass, and pulled him into me. He moaned louder while beginning to slowly make short thrusts into my face in rhythm with my hand that continued to stroke him. We went on like that for a short while, me jerking, him humping. Eventually, he bent his body down, covering my whole head under his chest. I continued to coax him into giving in to his release, which he did in no time. Without a verbal warning, only the spasms of his body language to go off of, he came straight into my mouth. I whimpered like a sissy and closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation and devouring every drop.

He was spent. He was panting over me, catching his breath, letting his manhood live in my mouth for as long as he wished. It softened over time, leaked more bodily fluid, and fell from my lips once it was limp. A delightfully intimate feeling, being made to feel objectified, like a receptacle.

I was just a hole.

"That was great," he said.

I smiled. I had no sentiments to offer him, but was grateful for his approval and gladly took the compliment.

He was out the door and gone again mere minutes after arriving.

In record time he got what he came for. Not just a messy blowjob and a mind-blowing orgasm but the ego boost that only comes from dominating a slut like me.