Giving My Buddy An Enticing View

The sun had fallen below the horizon, leaving only a dim crimson glow in the sky. Inside my house, only barely out of sight from the front windows, I was fellating my fuck buddy feverishly. I could just make out my buddy's naked silhouette with what little daylight there was left. My place was absent of noise. It was so quiet I could hear distant traffic. Meanwhile, buddy was sliding through my lips, over my tongue, and down my throat so seamlessly that I wasn't gagging. It wasn't until he picked up the pace that a sloshing wet sound of my giving him head began to fill the room, prompting whimpers from me and moans from him, sounding off harmoniously like a chorus of pleasure filling the otherwise silent space.

He ruthlessly plowed my face like he was angry until his pleasure surged past the point of no return. He abruptly stopped thrusting and let it happen. His swollen member squirted over my tongue and the fluid poured down my throat with no resistance. He made me his cum dump right on the floor of my entranceway. He had taken out his aggression on my eager mouth and now remained standing over me. He looked heavenly to me from this vantage point on my knees below him, his eyes closed, his dick twitching between my lips. Even as I struggled to look up from my place between his legs and discern his features in the fading light, I was able to take in his handsome face and enjoy the look of astonishment, relaxation, and pleasure on his face. An expression I was responsible for making happen. A fact that gave me no small satisfaction.

I was a proud cum dump.

Something I don't usually do when he visits me only for a brief session like this in my entranceway is take any of my clothes off. However, today my shorts were down to my knees and my bare ass was visible, contained by black straps of my jock strap snug underneath my cheeks.

I revel in the naughty rush, the indelible high, the incredibly sexy turn on, of showing off my asshole, especially for a camera.

My buddy had only one instance where he showed interest in me back there, and it was over text.

He couldn't possibly know how thrilled that exchange had made me, how hard I had cum after sending and receiving nude pics and vids with him. I fell asleep that night with dried cum all over me, too blissed out to resist the urge to pass out.

Not a word had been sent or spoken in regards to that chat since it transpired. I knew I would not be the one to bring it up. At least verbally. Instead, I let it all hang out while I serviced him. My crack was like a red carpet inviting him over and welcoming him inside the crevice. Or so I imagined.

I don't know what I expected, but when he finished with my mouth and paid no mind to my other hole I was a little disappointed. I knew better than to get my hopes up but I was horny.

He straggled through my home towards the bathroom before pausing and looking over his shoulder at my ass on display.

Still on my knees, licking my lips but aware of his stare, I took the cue to move onto my elbows and poke it up at him. I wagged my cheeks like I had a tail and I could have sworn I heard him take in a sharp breath of air.

I turned it up a notch.

Planting my face cheek-first right smack on the floor and reaching around to open my other cheeks up, I felt a breeze on my rosebud. He remained where he was out of sight behind me, but I could feel his eyes on me, and that was such a turn-on. I squeezed my back door, released it, and winked my hole for him. I could hear him take a few steps towards me. I wasn't sure what to expect. He just stood over me for what felt like a long time. This wordless ritual of exhibiting myself for him to behold was pushing the envelope for us. I knew he would never dive his face back there or anything but it didn't matter.

All I could think about was how hot it felt to reveal my hole for his viewing pleasure and perusal. I held on to that rush for as long as I could before daring to lift my head again and look back at him.

He was stroking himself!

Damn! Something about this ass was getting him going!

I felt so alive.

I turned over on my back, kicked off my shorts, brought my knees up to my chest, and showed myself off from a different angle. This time my stiff erection was in plain view over the waistband of my jockstrap.

He didn't stop stroking.

He actually got harder. He started stroking faster.

Unbelievably, even after unloading in my mouth just moments before, it looked like he was about to blow another load! I rolled up onto my shoulder blades and propped my bottom up facing the ceiling using my arms. He stepped closer, still jerking himself off. He lunged towards me until he was on bended knee over top of my wide open asshole, aiming his hard on at it. Without hesitation he ejaculated a second time, groaning and shaking as he climaxed. I felt a creamy warm fluid coat my crack. I closed my eyes, moaned for him, and shuddered involuntarily at the sensation. At last, my boy pussy was wet from his cum, not by way of my fingers, straight from the source.

He flicked his dripping wet dick head over top of me, connecting ever so briefly and gently with the flesh of my man cunt. It was enough to shatter my inhibitions. I moaned and muttered a string of unintelligible curse words.

"What?" he said.

I paused, closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and reopened them. After a moment I registered that he genuinely wanted me to repeat myself. To my surprise and delight, he had not moved.

He seemed like he was waiting for me to make the next move.

In a brief moment, a lot crossed my mind.

Our previous entanglements.

The texts we sent were not long ago.

The unforgettable sight of his sexy body from so many angles.

And now this.

I could never possibly get enough of whatever he was willing to do to my mouth, and that would never change.

But I was so close to being penetrated in a different way that I took a chance and said what I was thinking.

I didn't blurt it out.

I didn't whisper.

I articulated slowly and clearly, despite my reservations, something that holding my asshole open for him like this made obvious already:

"Please, Sir, Make Me Your Bitch and Fuck Me."

When he stared at me without replying I was unsure of what he might be thinking. Then he glanced down at my hole and didn't look away. I squeezed it and relaxed. His eyes widened while my flesh flexed and folded. I spread my butt cheeks wider until my hole gaped. I felt air touch my cavernous entrance.

He didn't look away.

Without checking in or asking permission he spit into my ass. I winced euphorically.

He lowered himself onto both knees from the lunging stance he had been holding. His flaccid penis swung side to side erotically, now a matter of inches from my twitching hungry hole. Before I knew it he probed my hole with two fingers. First, he inserted them, all the way to the knuckle, in such a determined, confident, smooth motion that I naturally accepted eagerly and with ease. Next, he twisted them, testing my sphincter. Finally, he curled the two fingers in my ass and explored me. He wiggled his fingertips and the feeling made my jaw drop. My contorted expression of pleasure was all the confirmation he needed to double his efforts. He wiggled faster and pushed deeper.

"Oh my fuck. Oh my fuck." I uttered.

He took his fingers out, spat on me again, and went right back in.

Whatever compelled him to bless me with this touch, whether it was my blatant invitation or perhaps a deep-seated curiosity he had never acted on, I didn't know, and didn't care. In this moment, I had my buddy inside me, and it felt so amazing. No thought from before lingered in my head, and no worries of what to come plagued my consciousness either. Right now was all that mattered.

He turned things up a notch by speeding up. The repetitive motion of pushing into my ass, twisting, curling and exiting was done so smoothly and effortlessly that there was no way I could possibly stifle the screams of pleasure building up inside me.

So I hollered in ecstasy.

My dick leaked cum until the flow of cream was so steady it felt like peeing, completely soaking and visibly marking the pouch of my jock strap.

More spit. More fingers. More cum.

I don't know how long this went on for but I was being treated to the best finger bang I could ever possibly imagine. I was wet and loose.

I couldn't help but notice he was sporting another erection.

I reached for it, stroked it, and he leaned into my touch without stopping his hands' invasion into my bowels.

Without saying a word or showing any hesitation at all, even slightly, he poked me with his dick, in the same spot he was fingering me. Or rather just below it. He expertly made room in my gaping wide slutty asshole to accommodate all four of his fingers as well as his dick head.

I couldn't fucking believe this was happening.

"I'm just a hole, sir. Just a hole. Just a-"

SQUISH

My words were cut off by the overwhelming pleasure and fullness of his throbbing penis bottoming out inside my asshole. He removed his fingers, repeated the thrust with his hips, and paused balls deep inside me. I really lost any semblance of control. In seconds he was fucking me. All the way in, almost all the way out, then all the way back in. He was a fucking master. My buddy was relentless and did not stop plowing me until he was satisfied.

I was over the fucking moon.

I took a gander at his stoic facial expression, realizing that I was going wildly over the top compared to him. I was truly, madly, deeply, fucking thrilled beyond belief to get to experience this. He seemed to be delivering for me next-level pleasure with little effort or force. I was just a freaky, loud, messy slut for him to take advantage of.

With that realization, I began to match his thrusts. He took notice. I stared into his eyes and began squeezing my asshole around his cock while we humped like animals.

He groaned.

It was working.

"Cum. In. Me." I said, the words coming between balls deep thrusts and grunts.

He seemed to melt on top of me without skipping a beat with his hips.

"Make my ass your fucking cum dump," I growled through gritted teeth.

He made alternating 'mmm', 'oh', and 'aw' sounds in response.

Holy fuck did that ever turn me on more. By now, I was erupting like a faucet, cumming so much from anal that it was basically one constant, unending orgasm. I was experiencing the best sex of my life, bar none. My buddy was really doing me like no one ever had.

"I'm gonna cum dude."

Somehow 'dude' was as much or more endearing to hear than anything else. It meant our dynamic had evolved but retained its core camaraderie that I cherished so much.

He made a final push inside me and collapsed his whole weight behind it. Next, he jerked his hips and nothing else, still as deep in me as he could go, and chest to chest with me. For a few very sexy moments he spasmed and shook on top of me, almost crushing me underneath his Godly body while enjoying my asshole. What semen he had left in him was deposited directly into my bowels and the satisfaction that gave me was immense. One final, almost violent, humping motion rocked my world.

He didn't move. He didn't slide out. I let him take his time coming down from three back-to-back orgasms, all of them thanks to me. He lay over top of me for so long I got to imagining how it would feel to wrap more of myself around him and never let go.

I perished that tender thought, remembering my role as his fuck buddy. A role I was oh so fulfilled by, no matter how degrading it might seem. I was as happy as could be.

Eventually, he propped himself up on his hands while still deep inside my ass. He lowered himself, pushed into my hole, and wiggled his hips playfully.

Wow.

Even while slowly growing soft he managed to tickle and tease my battered flesh enough to evoke a moan from me.

This man could do no wrong.

He was clearly all tired out, but still fucked me a little bit longer with short thrusts. It was like a denouement for our session together. He had reached climax, but still gave me an encore performance. He was such a stud.

When he at last slid out of me, with the sound of a wet pop, my asshole did not close. Nor did I move from the position I was in on my back on the floor. I was too content. It made no difference to me when he grabbed his phone, aimed it at me, and clicked a photo of me. Several in fact. He even did a close up of my wide open wet asshole that I encouraged by using my fingers to make it even wider.

He looked at his phone, grinned, and turned it to show me.

I was amazed but not surprised. My hole was thoroughly beat up.

Damn. Did I ever love the view! I love sharing myself this way, and now he has a souvenir.

I asked him to send it to me and he nodded.

He got his clothes on, which was made tricky by the absence of light in the room. The sun had long since gone down and it was now dark outside. By the time he was ready to go I had risen to my feet, still naked, all except for my jock strap, which was displaced and soaked with cum.

To my surprise he took another picture of me!

"I like making a messy slut out of you man." he said, in a very casual tone.

I smiled.

He made his way for the door to leave, but not before looking at me straight in the eyes and saying something that would replay itself and echo in my head for days.

"Next time I'm taking videos. I want to see that ass cream pied."