Half a lifetime ago when I was in my early thirties and just moved into a new house, I had a neighbour who was 58, a widower who lived alone, as I did. A very friendly chap and we had chats through a wide gap in the fence now and then in the first few weeks. I didn't know his sexual preference and that's not something that you simply ask, but I did notice him glancing at my crotch sometimes when we were chatting, and especially when I wore my somewhat "firm fitting" track pants. They were actually women's clothing but I just liked the style so I bought and wore them but I may have picked a size too small. And being for women, the crotch was tighter than male clothing might be so my penis caused an obvious lump which tended to get slightly bigger when he looked at my crotch because it got me a quite horny being looked at in the way that he did – kind of wide-eyed, lewd and lustful. It made me feel as if he was mentally stripping me and imagining me naked, and that made me feel humble, lowly and demeaned, and even disgraced in the sense of being leered at sexually. And also indecent, but not in an offensive way – more like a primal and bestial way, animalistic and lewd. Lowly and without dignity, shame or civility. That I would be naked before him, indecently examined and inspected, used bare naked for his selfish and deviant pleasures, vulnerable by my nudity and more – all gives me those feelings of deep indignity, subordination and humiliation, feeling like a dirty wretched slut being wantonly used sexually for the selfish and lewd indulgence of another man. But, at that stage, all my own fantasy.

Another time when chatting I was wearing a skimpy pair of thin and sheer cotton shorts – very short, just below my crotch, short enough to be hot pants on a female. But these were not tight like hot pants, they were much looser, and somewhat see-through if the sun was behind me and it just happened to be at that time. Luckily my yard was secluded on three sides and only viewable from my neighbour's kitchen window or through the fence, so I could get away with being lewd and not offend anyone else. I placed my legs a little bit apart thinking that my silhouette through the shorts might outline my balls between my legs. But I knew from the sheerness of the cloth that he would see me virtually naked with the sunlight going through my shorts. Anyway, being so slutty and lewd got me aroused, and though my cock was limp it had fattened up and lengthened and now the head plus a bit hung out the leg of my shorts. When he saw it his eyes lit up but he said nothing and I didn't flinch either. And in fact, feeling the need to piss and with my cock hanging out anyway, I just let my bladder empty where I stood and carried on with the conversation as if nothing was happening. He didn't say a word and didn't look offended or anything. He did watch me pissing for most of it as he was talking, and I even had the feeling that he wanted to reach through the fence and grasp my cock. This situation made my erection continue and before long my cock was poking out the leg of my shorts and pointing upwards. He leered at it and his eyes had a look that was priceless, just screaming sex and lust. Feeling me cock throbbing I gripped it, squeezing it and lightly stroking it, kind of like a soothing caress more than wanking, and a little bit of pre-cum seeped out which he very surely noticed.
We chatted on as we were for a minute or so, nothing said about the situation from either of us, but by then we were at the end of the chat anyway and I said "see you later" and walked back to my door, still holding on to my stiff cock. At this time it was obvious that he has sexual interest in me but not yet "consummated" the relationship, and since we are so far just neighbours I chose not to masturbate in front of him which might have been too much too soon. But when I saw him go inside then I stripped off my shorts and sat bare naked on my back step and masturbated. And inside he may be watching me from his kitchen window and I hoped he was. I wanted to degenerate and disgrace myself in front of him (or anyone really) – to be immoral and without dignity. As I was about to blow I stood up and walked about, turning towards his window momentarily and blew a long stream of semen onto the concrete and some onto the grass followed by a second but lesser spurt. I was hoping that he was at his kitchen window and he would have seen my jets of cum shooting out of my cock. But then, out the corner of my eye, I could just make him out behind the trellis at the end of his veranda, covered in vines but gaps that will show anyone behind it if the light is right. So then I realised that he must have crept out of his back door and stood on his veranda, watching me masturbate naked and spray my semen onto the grass. I didn't know how long he was there but I hoped for as long as it lasted.

I'm a long time nudist – have been since my childhood, I just always loved to be naked, still do and always will. Not really sexual back then, just felt good, free and natural. In my teens it became sexual, and even lent towards deviant, and much more sexual these days of course. Being naked in hot weather as I always am, I longed to wander around my yard naked but didn't want to offend my neighbour and I was very happy and excited to have a neighbour who didn't mind and even enjoyed observing me. I revelled at the opportunity to wander about bare naked, a bit of gardening, hanging out the washing or whatever. But also some sexual fun, masturbating and even having enemas with the garden hose, being as lewd and indecent as I wanted and loved to be. Even doing very immoral and uncivilised things like purging my bowels and bladder as and when I needed to without shame, discretion or dignity, something that I could immorally and indecently do without care of him seeing me and revel in the humiliation and indignity, the disgrace and primal lowliness of acting like an animal, discarding my human civility and allowing my natural bodily functions to do what they must in view of one or more. And in the process enjoying a very deep erotic and sexual moment as I make myself the lowliest of the lowly, most humbled and degenerate. But, to be true, it is merely doing what the body does naturally, that which every human being on the planet also does every day, so I don't see how the natural bodily functions which we all have can be offensive to view and they are not in my opinion. I once had a girlfriend who I helped when she needed to defecate by getting her to bend over and I spread her bum cheeks, pulling her anus open and massaged it as her turds emerged, and I showed her how to piss standing up so that I could kneel in front of her and be drenched over my chest and cock. And I felt nothing offensive or anything else about watching her do poos or weeing – it was all natural in my view. Anyway, I'm drifting off course... back to the neighbour.

So one day I was hanging out the washing bare naked and out the corner of my eye I noticed him looking at me from his kitchen window. I just pretended that I didn't see him, and I doubt if he even knew that I saw him, so I just carried on at a leisurely pace and went inside when I had finished. Later that day I went out to get the washing and I was in two minds about being naked or not but I decided to be lewd and rude, discard my dignity and morals and expose myself again and it was so very erotic for me to know that he is likely to be watching. Then I saw him at his back door behind the fly screen, clearly naked himself and I thought OK, maybe I'm cool. He said to me "looks like you're a bit busy" and I just said "always something to do", not really knowing what to do or say. I was even rather shy with the fact that my cock and balls were shaved bare and I wondered what he would be thinking of that. Then he asked if I'd like to come in for coffee. "You can stay naked" he said. Hmm... what's this about I thought. So I slipped through the gap in the fence (a few missing palings) and went inside for the coffee. He had a full on erection and my cock was close to it by this stage. He brought out the coffee from the kitchen along with a bottle of cooking oil and I noticed that he had oiled up his cock since it looked wet and shiny. We had the coffee like nothing was any different and then out of the blue he said "I'd love to fuck that cute little arse of yours". It would not be my first time because I had been fucked many times before, even since my late teens (a whole other story), and I just said, in a very cheeky and deliberately lewd and slutty manner, "sure, you can prong me onto your cock and bugger me". Perhaps that response exposed my very slutty and deviant nature – me being a previously used sodomy slut who always wants to get a cock up him – and maybe that set the tone for what was to come and the way he treated me.
I do love being fucked, and my slutty response quickly brought him on and his cock fattened up, stiffened rock hard and pointed to the ceiling. In fact I could see that it was quite fat indeed – he was certainly well equipped and I wondered if my tight little anus would stretch enough to take it. At this point things became more intense and he became rather more assertive than the more gentle nature that I thought he had. Not exactly Jekyll & Hyde though, and not really dominant and demanding or aggressive, but rather forthright and controlling of the situation – grasping and handling me, directing and positioning me in compliance to his desires and intentions rather than being merely suggestive. As he sat and I stood in front of him he grasped me firmly by the arm and positioned me then fondled, tugged and squeezed my hard cock for a couple of minutes and then grasped it and pulled it to one side as he told me to turn around, using it like a handle to turn me by. Only when I had fully turned and my bottom was facing him did he left go of it.

Then he told me to bend over and he peeled my bum cheeks wide apart and I felt his hand swipe between them, wet and oily, and I guessed he was using that cooking oil. Then he plunged his finger deep into my rectum, wiggled it about, and he began finger fucking me and then aggressively with his thumb, pressing the big base knuckle hard into my anus and spreading it open. After a bit of that (he was lubing me up I guessed) he stood up I felt the tip of his cock jabbing at my anus and then he entered me and put an inch or two gently into me, and then with a sudden firm plunge he impaled me onto his entire cock, up to his balls, and then paused. "How's that" he said, "do you like that, slut?". I just groaned as my anus stretched wide open to take his large cock and he began thrusting gently but assertively, giving me a very thorough fucking, and a couple of times he thrust deep, up to his balls and paused. "You take my cock and like it, you dirty slut" he said.
After another several minutes fucking me he pulled out and told me to get down on all fours and then he disappeared for a minute and came back with a belt. Oh shit!.... he's gonna start whipping me I thought. But no, he put it around my waist and then got down on his knees behind me and stretched my bum cheeks wide apart, seeming like he was trying to rip them off with the way he was so forcefully stretching them apart, feeling like my anus was going to split. He did this for a couple of minutes and then told me that my hole was ready to be given more cock. He plunged his cock back into me again, firstly grasping my hips and holding me firmly and helplessly on his cock while whomping it into me for a few moments. And then he clutched the belt and used it like reins on a horse to pull me back and hold me firmly onto his cock and he gave me another thorough fucking, whomping into me for several minutes before pulling hard on the belt while thumping his entire cock into me and then he groaned as I felt his cock pulsing in my anus when he dumped his full load of cum into me, implanting his seed deep inside. "Did you like that... you wretched little slut?" he said, and I just said yes in a quite submissive, subordinate and even defeated voice – like I am the bare naked, humble and lowly, plundered underling for him to sodomise and inseminate, being used and defiled. He paused for a bit, with me still impaled onto his cock, and then he gave another hard shove, his balls slapped against mine, and he groaned as his cock again throbbed within my anus. Maybe a little cum still left to expel I thought. Then he pulled out, slapped me hard on the bottom and said "you're a good little root, now come and have a shower with me".

Well we jumped into the shower and I saw that his cock never really softened – drooping a bit but still at the horizontal. But he straight away soaped up his cock and turned me to the wall then penetrated me again, saying nothing all the while; some gentle thrusting to get his cock fully into me and then he fucked me again for a short time and then he paused. After a moment I felt a warm flush inside my gut and realised that he was pissing into me. "You like an enema don't you slut?" and right then I realised that he must have seen me in the yard filling myself with the garden hose and flushing my rectum onto the grass. So after he emptied his bladder into me then he pulled out and began washing his cock, saying nothing as if I wasn't even there, or as if I didn't matter at all – just a lowly buggery slut not worthy of conversation, just a body to be sexually plundered as he regards my only worth. At that moment I couldn't hold my rectum full of piss any longer and I had to let it go where I stood and it gushed out of me from between my bum cheeks and ran down my legs. He didn't even seem to blink at that and probably expected it. I cleaned myself up and then he began to wash my cock and my bottom, even plunging his thumb hard into my anus for a minute which may have been a form of reinforcement of dominance, putting me in my place and affirming my role as the subordinate to be used as required. Then we both got out and dried off. "Another coffee?" he said innocently, like nothing at all had happened.

So we sat about naked having another coffee and he said very little, only saying that I was a good little fuck and he would need to use me again very soon. That sounded like something of a required attendance than a suggestion or request – almost like he now owned me as his buggery boy but I said I was OK with that. I was keen to be regularly fucked if he wanted to give me cock as often as required, and I was excited by the idea of being on call as his naked wench, to be fucked whenever he needed to use me to implant his seed and satisfy his cock. He asked me if I'd been fucked before and I told him of my earlier experiences and he said "so it seems like you've been well used and next time I call you in for a thorough fucking you will be naked, right?", like some kind of mandatory and rather dominant requirement. During this time I had got horny again and I had a full-on erection so he directed me to masturbate, and I obeyed. He told me to squirt my cum into the palm of my hand and then rub it all over my chest and belly, and again I obeyed. Shortly after that I got up and left, and with my half erect cock swinging about in front of my bare naked self, I popped back through the fence and stopped in my yard to masturbate again, spraying my cum onto the grass. I didn't look back to his window or back door and I don't know if he was watching or not but the fucking gave me the urge to empty my rectum again and I squatted on the grass, and I let my bladder empty as well but nothing came from my anus except gas and dribbles of cum which I could feel between my bum cheeks as I walked to my back door.

So after that experience I felt that I could be naked in the yard any time I liked and he wouldn't be worried about it, and a few weeks later (after being fucked three more times) I decided to be daring and continue having enemas with the garden hose and not caring if he saw me or not. And I did squat for a poo on two occasions. Maybe he did already see me doing those things during times that I didn't think he was home, especially since he seemed to know that I liked enemas. Maybe that's why he regarded me as a filthy uncivilised animal, and a dirty little fuck slut as he often called me while fucking me.

As weeks went by he became more forthright and assertive in his manner, and one day after he had been using me for several weeks he saw me naked in my yard and abusively said "Get in here!" So I popped through the fence naked and onto his veranda where he promptly slapped my bottom and said "Faster next time!". Well I wasn't slow at all but I think he just wanted to be a bit dominant and have an excuse to slap my bottom. I saw that he already had a full on erection and it was well oiled, prepared in advance, and I expected to be pronged onto it at any moment and used for fucking once more. Then he grasped my left bum cheek (they being small and he having big hands) and he was firmly scrunching almost all of it in his hand. Then he clutched the other one, gripped both of them tightly and he pulled them wide apart and stretched my anus open. Then he relaxed them for a second but then again briskly pulled them wide apart and he continued this multiple times. "This is to loosen your anus" he said. Then he let go of my bum cheeks and slapped them quite hard. He grabbed me by the arm and marched me into his sunroom, to the end of the sofa, pushed me in the back and told me to bend over the arm of the sofa. Without a word, he used his foot to push against mine as a signal to me to spread my legs and I did so, and straight away he was punching the tip of his cock through my anus and plunging all of it firmly into my rectum. Then he fucked me for several minutes before he shoved his crotch hard against my bottom as usual and he groaned as I felt his cock throbbing and pulsing in my anus as it pumped its load of semen into me.

Well, for the next 18 months I was his pet buggery boy and I lost count of how many times he had fucked me during that time. But sadly it came to an end when he retired and moved north to live with his brother who was sick and needed care. A great pity because I loved the situation that we had going and the many experiences we had together and he was sad to leave too. But all good things come to an end I guess. I always wish I could get another neighbour like him, or even a visiting fuck buddy who needs to dump his load up me from time to time.