Giving My Buddy Head While Watched

I was nervously trembling at the prospect of suggesting to my date what I was considering.

The two of us were still chilling on the couch watching music videos, drinking raspberry vodka with iced tea and taking hits of the bong when buddy texted. I only briefly glanced at the message before a sinking feeling came over me. I didn't expect to hear from him until after my date was done, but things had gone well. We got comfortable and I all but forgot about the potential for this situation to arise. Now that it had, I found myself conflicted.

Do I dare express my innermost desire?

My date was not oblivious to whatever was arising in me. He was very quiet and obviously noted the shift in my mood. He looked inquisitive but didn't broach the subject of who it might be hitting me up this late at night. Or why.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and contemplated whether or not divulging my secret arrangement to my date was in my best interest. The vibe was now off and I felt like I owed him an explanation.

I didn't know where to start explaining the situation. I was scared of just blurting it out. My heart raced and I felt out of breath, my inhales becoming sharper and my exhales morphing into short panting. My sex drive was in high gear. I imagined what could happen, and how hot it would be, but was at a loss for how it could possibly come to be. I had no idea how to set it in motion or what might unfold once I did. What will happen afterwards?

Was I prepared to deal with whatever might transpire if I cross the line into uncharted territory?

At some point the tension became unbearable. I couldn't face my date or look into his eyes. I felt his gaze and sensed his concern. I was overcome with equal measures of shame and sexual craving. I didn't know if I could handle the embarrassment of a rejection or if our still fresh relationship would suffer irreparable damage if I put this naughty idea out there for his consideration.

What if he is into it though? I'll never know unless I find out.

I was weak to this temptation.

Discomfort is the first step in bringing a fantasy to reality.

With that thought at the forefront of my mind, I broke my silence.

"My buddy wants to come over."

"Oh?"

I got straight to the point.

"We have an arrangement. He comes over and lets me go down on him."

I let the words sink in before continuing. I tried to gauge his reaction but he was unflinching, as if he wasn't all that surprised at the revelation that I have a fuck buddy. He remained motionless next to me with a blank expression.

I had no choice but to speak my mind.

"I am wondering if it would interest you to see me and him together like that."

There was no turning back now. There was no tip toeing around the topic. I resisted the compulsion to blabber on about the details and left the ball in his court. I was going to wait and see what he had to say before risking saying anything else, lest I make it even more awkward.

Another lengthy moment of silence. I passed the point of no return. I either just tarnished our budding relationship or unlocked a new level of curiosity. I was expecting the former but hoped for the latter.

"Do I wanna watch?" he said plainly. He was stupified.

When he shifted in his seat, a tell-tale sign of a growing erection, I figured I had my answer.

I reached for my phone. "What should I tell him?"

"He's okay with it? Me watching?"

"It will be a first. Let's see."

I conferred with my buddy in a series of rapid fire text messages. I asked if my date could stay and watch. He said as long as he keeps it between us and tells nobody. I assured him and he sent a thumbs up.

It was happening. I could hardly believe it but it was happening. With little to no resistance.

I knew my buddy would arrive in mere minutes so I went to unlock the door without saying anything to my date. I think it went without saying that the less we talked the better.

I wondered if my buddy was going to be into the exhibition and voyeur stuff at all or if it would be business as usual.

I hadn't considered until the moment I heard the door click open what my date might want out of the situation. Would he be eager to join or reserve the fun for me? Would he whip it out and stroke himself while I serviced a hard cock in front of him? Would it put him in the mood to get sucked too?

My buddy walked in, avoided eye-contact with my date still seated on the couch, and immediately peeled out of his coat. He kicked off his shoes without delay and by the time he was unbuckling his belt I had made a show of crawling over to him in the entranceway. Like I had so many times before, I propped up on my knees in front of him facing his bulge, looked up at him hungrily and licked my lips. As usual, my mouth literally watered with anticipation for his dick in my mouth. I looked forward to engulfing it. He wasted no time taking his pants off. He let me pull down his underwear, enough to reveal himself, but not before I indulged in smothering my nose and mouth in his warm package.

I wasn't nervous at all anymore after that initial face to crotch contact. My confidence kicked in when pure lust took over.

I didn't just mind a spectator, I welcomed it. Any apprehension I had mere moments before melted away and the routine of the whole arrangement took over like muscle memory. I slipped my lips on and over the waistband of his underwear and tugged them down one inch at a time with only my teeth.

Determined to make this hook up a spectacle for my date to behold, live and up close, I quickly opened up and devoured my buddy's semi-hard erection in one swift bob of my head. I moaned, sending a vibrating sensation through his body that he responded to with a groaning sound of his own. While fully in my mouth, hitting the back of my throat, I licked underneath and moaned again. This continued for a while. The reverberation of the sounds I was making were evoking a sort of call and response where he would grunt and say "Ahh" whenever I did it. This stimulated me on a different level, as I engulfed him over and over, encouraged by every noise and swear he uttered. The more vocal he became in response to my efforts the more I desired to suck him.

By now, fully hard, muttering curses under his breath and starting to gently thrust past my throat, I became completely his to fuck. I grabbed his hands, put them on the back of my head, and in a matter of seconds he was humping my face, suffocating me with his ever-hardening manhood. I grabbed his ass and held on for dear life while losing the ability to breathe.

It was only after he had been feeding me his raging hard-on for some time that I even remembered the voyeur that was my date.

I glanced my eyes over in his direction and was delighted to see his hands moving underneath his sweatpants, jerking himself to the sight of his would-be boyfriend being a total slut.

I was loving every second of this dynamic. We were deeply into this exchange, arguably even more than when it was just the two of us.

Almost as if realizing this as well, my buddy ejected his dick from my mouth and slapped me with it, spraying pre-cum in all directions and leaking drops of the bodily fluid directly on my cheeks. He was marking me, as he so often has, a dump. By painting my face he was branding me as his toy, his hole, his whore.

Proceeding to jerk himself on my face, I feared he was finished with me already.

I licked his mushroomy head and tasted his familiar flavour. I went to suck him through my lips but was met with his jerking hand hitting me on the nose. He was about to climax and there was no going back. I closed my eyes and remained still.

I let him do his thing, rubbing out long ropes of hot semen only inches from his target. He ejaculated and I was thrilled to have helped make it happen. He blasted all over my face while making only the faintest gasping sound.

"That was so hot." said my date from across the room.

Neither me or my buddy responded directly to him, instead performing a sort of encore where I licked the entirety of his penis like a thirsty bitch. I drank up every drop of his ejaculation, wiping my face and swirling my tongue out like the filthy fag I had been (happily) reduced to.

Once he was clean and breathing steady again, he left the room without a word.

When he returned from visiting the bathroom, to my surprise and enjoyment, his beautiful penis was still out, and although flaccid, it was still astoundingly mouth-watering in its girthiness and the way it swayed between his legs like a sexy pendulum.

He muttered a quick Thank-you to me and I responded in kind. I crawled over to him and planted a soft kiss on his glistening tip and enjoyed one last taste of his delicious spunk before he retrieved his underwear. I stayed there, on my knees on the floor, looking up at him in awe, admiring his consistently cool demeanor throughout.

In a matter of seconds he was dressed and out the door. Only then did I get up off of the floor and return my attention to my date, who had his sweatpants around his ankles.

By now blatantly aware of my nature, he went on to motion me over to him by wiggling his juicy dick at me. Taking the hint and sinking back onto the floor, I made my way to where he was sitting on all fours like a sex-starved animal, not unlike I had for my buddy.

No words were spoken for a long time. As if awakening our desires to the point where they went without saying, I repeated the fondle, lick and blow routine he had just witnessed me perform for my buddy, instead now for him and him alone. I was having a genuinely fun time, basking in the glow of back to back dicks in my mouth. I stroked myself at that thought while giving a sloppy wet blowjob that had no end in sight.

No complaints from me. He used my mouth for what it was best at: worshipping hard dicks.

For a long while I deep-throated his member and gagged dramatically like a porn star. He was loving every second of my servitude.

Eventually, while thrusting up into my mouth, he announced how close he was getting. However courteous the heads up was, I was beyond needing it. I was always down to have a load dumped in me or on me. I was ready at a moment's notice to make good on this commitment of mine to shamelessly pleasure other men with my oral fixation.

For the second time in so many minutes, a hard dick erupted as a result of my efforts to please. This time, my date shoved himself into my throat and coated my gullet with the warm fluid I lived for ingesting.

I swallowed it all, effortlessly, and smiled.

I was truly happy.