Me and Freddie : Part 1

The comforter was stained; stained with sweat, stained with wine, stained with semen, and yet, as I watched Freddie sleep, I didn’t feel dirty at all. The morning light shot through the unromantic vertical blinds, which gave him an even paler skin tone. His snores were gentle, very unlike my own, and I appreciated them for their delicate pitch which reminded me of his angelic facial features.

I sat on the side of the bed, gazing at him selfishly –meticulously observing his smooth face which was not unlike the idealized Greek sculptures we’d seen at the museum on our date the day before. His skin was perfectly creamy. His hair, which was a mousey brown, was unkempt but in an adorable way which made me smile. I ran my fingers through it gently. Soft like silk, his hair was nothing compared to his lips. Pink and bulging, Freddie’s lips made me want wake him so that we could kiss, but, barely restraining myself, I let him get his beauty sleep.

I could smell his musk, which drew me back to the mattress like only the most powerfully erotic pheromones can. I buried my face in the crisp white sheets: where the scent of his body was even stronger. Rolling over on my side, I watched. The moments went by like a lifetime (too fast). With my eyes glazed over, I continued to stare at his adorable face and his toned body, the result of Pepperdine University’s intensive sophomore track program, until my eyelids finally began to droop.

Becoming heavier and heavier, I fought to keep my eyes open until I was finally rewarded by Freddie’s highly anticipated awakening. Smiling at him as he opened his light brown eyes, I moved my hand from my side, and touched the tip of his nose. We both giggled. He had morning breath, but I didn’t care.

Huddling close together until frottage became inevitable, he put his arm around me and we kissed for a moment. At first, his tongue was drier than mine, but my wet and eager member changed that. Stopping for a moment, I shifted my head and nibbled at his shoulder.
My hand moved down slowly from his chin to his chest. I rubbed his chest for a second before continuing down to the source of our connection.

Like me, Freddie didn’t shave, and as I fondled his dry bush, I was overcome with excitement. I truly appreciated our similarities (the saying “opposites attract,” is bullshit!). He was hard within a few moments, and as I gripped his cock, I could feel him throbbing.
By this point, the comforter had been pushed to the side of the bed so that I could see him, and he could see me as I slowly throttled up and down his erect penis. I squeezed him so tightly that I could feel his pulse.

We gazed into each other’s eyes. Freddie could sense my hunger. He knew what I wanted to do, and he fully deserved my desire too. With my hand still on his cock, I shifted down to the edge of the bed. He remained immobile, staring in the direction his dick pointed (to the ceiling). I smiled at him as my head swooped down on his. Then I was lost; lost in a passionate turmoil of sexual excitement.

My jaw was opened more than wide as I hungrily inhaled his sweaty cock. Deepthroating was out of the question with his nine incher (for such a small guy, he had a better endowment then our university). My tongue circled around the head of his penis. It had this sweaty bumpy texture which I couldn’t get enough of as I gagged myself on his shaft. At first slowly, I began to shift my head up and down faster and faster until he put his hand on the back of my head to decrease the pace. He had total control over me.

Freddie moans weren’t as dramatic as mine usually were, but their existence was good enough for me. I moved my head back, exposing his saliva covered cock to the elements as my tongue explored his crotch. The taste of his pubic hair disappeared as my tongue gently caressed one of his balls. I opened wide and consumed one greedily. Lifting it up to the roof of my mouth with my tongue, his cock pocked me in the eye. After a moment more of scrotum sucking, I went further down, sticking the tip of my tongue bravely close to his asshole. It smelled like sweaty ass, but it was Freddie’s sweaty ass!

With my hands free, I spread his cheeks apart and inserted my eager tongue between them before allowing them to close around it. Mmmh! It tasted like shit. Utter masculinity, it tasted fantastic. He rolled over after I removed my tongue, exposing his slightly hairy bubble butt to the cold dorm air. It was gorgeous. I bent down and kissed it gently, starting at his lower back, I worked my way down to his thigh. Then, I spread his cheeks again, and started at his hairy asshole once again. It was addictive.
Shoving my face into his delicious ass, my nose touched his pink butthole first, but then I motioned forward, licking it back and forth. I heard him moan with pleasure as I continued my Freddie Feast.

The moans continued even after I had stopped licking. By now, my hands were on his buttocks, with one squeezing each cheek. I moved my right hand inward toward his perfectly round asshole, which I still stared at intently. Spreading his wondrous cheeks once again, I slowly coaxed two fingers into his tight hole. The further I shoved, the warmer it got. I pulled them out fast, only to return them with equal speed. In and out, and in and out, and then I pulled out for the last time, grinning as he rolled over onto his back. I smiled at him slyly and he winked as I licked the “holy fingers,” that only a few seconds ago, had occupied the butthole of an Adonis.

I stood at the edge of the bed fully erect. Freddie watched me anticipating what was to come. He sized me up as I stood before him, embarrassed to present my comparatively pathetic body to him.
Freddie looked away as he, first, scratched his sack. Then, returning his gaze to me, our eyes locked upon each other, and he signaled for me to pounce.

I leapt onto the bed, resulting in an embarrassing springy sound. I immediately curled up to him, until my chest touched his. Within a few seconds, I had snatched his ass cheek in my left hand. My right hand joined our penises in frott position once again. The tip of my penis was tickled as it brushed against his dry brown pubic hair. We kissed for a moment and after another moment, we continued to kiss. Then I rolled onto my side.

I scooted back to Freddie and I felt his long warm shaft rub against my anticipating hole.