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Hi! I'm new here and this is my first shot at posting a story. Feedback is welcome! This first part is a bit long, and I know it reads as hetero at first but Freddie swings both ways. There will be plenty of man on man action. I promise. I'm looking forward to hearing what you think.
Freddie in Motion: Part 1
Freddie was a jack-of-all-trades who only needed somebody to show him how to do something once, for him to pick it up after just a few tries. He supported himself with a number of part-time jobs while he tried to make it as an actor and dancer.
He was five foot seven, and moved with the grace of a practiced dancer. He started taking lessons when he was twelve, and he was now twenty-three. Freddie got called a lot of names by the other boys for following his heart, but it made him popular with girls. He got laid more than all the rest of the boys who called him queer.
Freddie had green eyes the colour of pitted olives. There were days his eyes looked darker and that made his face appear soulful and brooding. His nose was straight. Too straight to be natural, thought the other actors and dancers he auditioned with. But the truth was Freddie would never think of getting any work done, even if he could afford it.
He was lying on his back in bed, his legs crossed under him, checking his bank balance on his phone. It did not look good. The lockdown had cancelled the jobs he had lined up and there was nothing he could do to make up the loss while he and the rest of the country were all ordered to stay inside and keep their distance.
Freddie put his phone down and shut his eyes. His chest rose and fell as he practiced the breathing exercises he’d been taught. He worked out five days a week in his small apartment with the bench press and dumbbells he managed to get at a bargain when a gym in the neighbourhood had to close down. As a result his pecs, like his arms, were big and well defined. Freddie ate right and he was careful not to bulk up too much. So he was lean and well built in all the right places. His years of dance class and countless hours of practice had toned and developed his thighs, butt and calves too.
His chest continued to rise and fall in rhythm as he tried to calm himself, and fight down the rising voices of doom and despair in his head. He thought he had leading man looks, and there were a lot of people who agreed with him too. But the problem was that so did a lot of the other guys he went up against. It was a struggle to get himself noticed and stand out from the crowd.
Freddie opened his eyes and scratched an itch in his balls as he stared up at the ceiling. His sleep broke an hour ago and with nothing to get out of bed for, he lay there looking at his phone. He usually slept in his underwear (he preferred slim fit trunks) and a t-shirt, whatever the weather. But when it was hot enough to raise beads of sweat on his smooth chest he stripped off his tee and sometimes his underwear too.
He felt his cock stir as he scratched his balls. It didn’t take much to make him hard. Freddie kept looking at the ceiling as he began to rub his dick instead, thinking about the red haired woman in the apartment above his, wondering if she was still in bed too and what she wore to sleep. He met her on the street outside the building a lot, they seemed to come home at the same time. She was older than him. Not old enough to be his mother. Not that old, he thought. An older sister maybe.
Freddie was a grower not a shower. Small, his cock didn’t look like much. But give him a chance and it’d turn into more than a mouthful. His parents decided not to circumcise him and he was glad for his foreskin, that he could slide up and down over his mushroom head when he jerked off. His girlfriends had all been able to roll it back without difficulty when they wanted to blow him.
He stuck his hand in his trunks and and gripped his semi hard cock. Freddie enjoyed slowly beating his meat when it was not quite soft and not yet hard. He straightened his legs in front of him and imagined spreading hers. Freddie always paused when they got out of the elevator together so he could watch her ass as she walked away.
Freddie found himself jerking off more often during the lockdown. There wasn’t a lot else for him to do, and he missed being able to hook up when he wanted. Go out and pick someone up. Or find a quick fuck on an app. But now everyone had to practice social distancing and casual sex was much riskier than usual.
He felt the anxiety about money falling away as he massaged his cock. It felt like sponge in his hand. He used his free hand to pull his trunks down and let his cock out. Freddie raised both his legs in the air and tugged his underwear down to near his knees, enjoying the new freedom of movement the hand on his cock had. He let his legs fall and used his free hand to play with his balls while he worked his hair-less shaft. Freddie trimmed his pubes and shaved his dick and balls because he thought that made them look better. Bigger. And he was told no one likes getting hair in their mouth when they’re sucking cock.
Freddie imagined her mouth on his cock as he tugged it. She had a nice mouth. Full lips that made his pulse quicken when they broke into a smile for him, and parted to say thank you for holding the elevator for her.
His feet were hanging off the bed as he squirmed, adjusting himself to get more comfortable. He stopped for a moment to pull off his t-shirt and throw it on the floor. Jerking off was like sex. You could still do it with some clothes on, but it’d always be better naked.
Freddie could turn heads clothed. Naked, he could turn your head upside down. His lightly tanned body was long and lean, and could inspire lust in men and women alike. Freddie also modelled to earn a little extra cash, he did fashion shows where he strutted the cat walk barefoot in skin tight swimwear or posed shirtless in a pair of jeans for a catalogue. And he could always feel their eyes, read the envy from the men in the room and the lust from the women.
Practicing dance had helped him develop strong flexible muscles and shaped his thighs and calves. A lot of men only worked their upper bodies and tended to neglect whatever was below the waist, the muscle groups that were harder to show off in a pair of pants than in a tank top. Not Freddie.
He imagined a woman like her pulled on a tee and pair of men’s boxers after she got out of the shower and got ready for bed. There was something about women in men’s clothing that made his heart beat faster. An ex-girlfriend used to wear his shirts after sex, put on whatever she’d helped him to take him off. His favourite was when she would wear his collared shirts, two buttons undone and the sleeves rolled down.
Freddie sat up against the headboard and spread his firm thighs. His last girlfriend enjoyed straddling him while he sat and calling the shots, it made her feel in control to be the one on top. To set the pace and tell him what to do at the exact moment she wanted it.
He kept his eyes fixed on the ceiling, as if he could see through it to the apartment above his, and at her. The two of them had never spoken, except to exchange the standard greetings or nods when you find yourself in an elevator with someone from another floor. If it was particularly hot or cold out, one of them might remark on it. And the other would agree. But that was it.
Freddie was a confident guy, but he couldn’t muster the courage to do more than comment on the weather. Like a lame teenager with a crush. His cock was so hard it was starting to leak a little precum. He used his left hand and rubbed it in his thumb with his forefinger. Freddie leaked pre like a river once he got going. Nature’s lube, he liked to call it. His balls were big and low hung, and when he caressed them imagined he was turning the wheels like on a machine, stimulating them to make more.
He thought about wetting his finger with pre and sliding it between the red head’s legs. Hearing her gasp as his fingertip entered her would make his cock twitch, and ooze yet more precum. Freddie liked going slow, and he’d take his time sliding his finger further in, his pulse quickening in time with hers as her heart began to beat faster. He wondered how tight she was as he palmed his shaft, how many men had crossed that threshold already.
Freddie liked trying new things and different positions when he fucked, and sex with himself was no different. He looked up different techniques and grips he could use by himself and liked switching things up. He knew that after a month under lockdown with nothing to fuck but his hand, he would have to get creative to keep himself going.
He laid back against the headboard and drew his legs in so the soles of his feet pointed at each other. Freddie didn’t have visible abs but his stomach was still flat and hard. His cock was leaking like a faulty faucet now and there was a steady trickle of precum for him to scoop up and play with. He would rub some in her lips with his free hand and watch as her tongue savoured the taste of him as his finger slid deeper into her. First up to the knuckle. Then joint deep. In and out. His last girlfriend loved it when he fingered her and when she got close she would beg him to fuck her and replace his finger with his cock so she could feel him shoot inside her. He wanted that too, she was on the pill and was serious about not having kids either, so she let him fuck her without a condom.
Freddie brought his right hand up to his lips as he palmed his shaft with his left. There were a lot of advantages to being ambidextrous. He put his finger in his mouth and tasted the precum on it. He closed his eyes and bit down on the finger, imagining it was the red haired woman’s teeth on it. He’d have a finger between her legs and a finger in her mouth. Fucking her and feeding her at the same time.
And by the time he had two fingers deep inside her, sliding in and out between her legs, she would be like butter, and he would keep turning up the flame until she reached her melting point.
Freddie was getting close to that point now too, but he didn’t want to cum just yet. He liked bringing himself to the edge, to the point where he was just about to cum, and then ease off before he did. It was called edging, and when he had time he would bring himself to the edge and back off again three or four times before it became unbearable and he had to give in. His cock would be throbbing, so hard it hurt. And the amount of pre he would have leaked before his cum exploded out of his cock was immense. The longer he went the hornier he became and the harder it was for him to stay in control and not give in to the moment. It was like strength training for his libido. He found that it helped him last longer when he was with a partner too. Sex with himself was good practice for sex with someone else.
He picked up his phone and found the videos he’d bookmarked. If he took his hands off his cock for a few minutes while he watched something, it’d soften a little. But it wasn’t like he was watching cats play the piano, his cock would soften to a semi and continue to leak and pool pre on his stomach. He enjoyed jerking off and would find himself waking up early before school just so he could bust a nut before breakfast. Back then his fantasies involved the girls in his class or even teachers he found hot.
Freddie had a number of videos bookmarked and photos hidden on his phone. There were photos of old girlfriends he liked to look at, photos he’d saved of women he’d hooked up with once. It made him hard looking at their after sex selfies. In the same bed he was in now, after the two of them had cum. There was something about the look on a woman’s face after really good sex.
He laid back against the headboard and turned portrait lock on his phone off so he could flip it and watch the video in full screen. Freddie planted his firm ass and got comfortable. He wanted to build up a big load that would make his toes curl. The stress of worrying about money and finding work when the lockdown was over had given him a headache yesterday. He needed to forget for a while with a woman like the one on the screen. He began to rub his nipple with his free hand while he watched her deep throat the monster cock of her next door neighbour.
He watched as the guy’s balls slapped her chin, fucking her face hard while she moaned around his cock. Freddie wished he could trade places when he pulled out of her mouth, spread her legs and started eating her out.
Freddie felt a need like hunger in the pit of his stomach run through him and settle like an ache in the curve of his cock. He scooped up some precum on his finger and rubbed it in his nipple. He had a nice, well muscled chest. The kind you could lay your head against and feel safe and loved. His nipples were both stiff, and he rubbed and twisted them instead of tugging on his cock as he watched the scene unfold. Freddie’s nipples were very sensitive and sometimes when he woke up in the morning he would lie in bed idly playing with them, making his cock grow and start to leak without laying a hand on it.
He started massaging his pecs as he watched the man on screen pull a rubber on his cock. He had well defined pecs that were the envy of other guys when they caught a glimpse of him changing during photo shoots or fashion shows. He’d caught a few guys staring more than once, and it made him feel good about himself. Freddie usually shaved his chest but hadn’t recently, and a little bit of hair had grown in the V between his pecs.
He switched his phone to his left hand and took his cock in his right. It felt like sponge and he gave it a squeeze that caused a blob of precum to roll out out of the glans and on to the lip of his cock.
He liked trying new things, and instead of always fisting his cock he liked to rub the exposed head up and down against the palm of a hand. It was a different sensation and felt more raw. It was the sense of skin on skin that made sex without rubbers more satisfying to him. Right now he had one hand occupied, so he opted instead for another favourite.
Freddie started rubbing his wet dick against his smooth inner thigh, and felt it harden in his hand. He could go from soft to rock hard in what felt like a nanosecond. There was no substitute for a warm mouth or a tight ass, but jerking off like this came a very close second.
The guy on screen was now balls deep inside his neighbour. Freddie thought missionary was a good place to start, but it was like fisting your cock with your right hand; if that was all you did you’d still have a good time, but you were missing out.
Freddie easily rolled back the sheath of skin covering the head of his cock, and rubbed precum in it. Rubbing the bare head against his thigh was going to generate a certain amount of friction, and while he enjoyed the raw contact of skin on skin he’d learned a long time ago about the need for lubrication. He kept a bottle of lube with his condoms but he preferred to save it for sex, and use the copious amounts of precum he leaked when he was alone.
His green eyes darkened and his face flushed with the intensity of the emotions he was feeling. The lust he felt for the red haired woman upstairs seemed to have magnified ten fold since he’d begun, and if she were there now he would unload his balls deep inside her while he continued to fuck and thrust and wouldn’t stop even after the last drop had fallen from his dick. He was so hard and overcome with need he would keep fucking her as long as his dick stayed hard. Until his balls had time to recharge, and build up a big new load he would pull out and bust all over her tits. For some reason his second load was always bigger than the first, he could cum two or three times in a day but instead of getting thinner after, it only seemed to get stronger the longer he was at it.
He kept rubbing his dick against his thigh, the wet head sliding up and down the smooth skin, making him hornier and leak more precum. He breathed in the smell of it and bit his lip. It smelled like sex. It hung in the air like the strong dark notes of a pot of freshly brewed coffee. It reminded him of the crusty sock he used to jerk off in when he was younger. It was part of a pair he used to wear for P.E. but when one got a hole he stopped, and started wearing it on his cock instead. He would pull it over his hard dick and jerk off in it. From a young age he’d been keen to change what he did and try new things. The texture of the fabric felt different rubbing up against his cock than his hand, and Freddie enjoyed different. The sock was white but after a while it turned yellow, and took on a strong musky scent from all the loads he’d bust in it. The smell would have been disgusting to anyone else, but when Freddie took a whiff off it he felt his balls move in their sac.
Touch and touching was a big part of sex for Freddie and, he was sure, everyone else too; but that wasn’t the only part of it. The first time he saw a pair of breasts in real life, that weren’t printed on a page or on a screen, he felt like he could cum just by looking at them. It was the difference between seeing pictures of a famous place in a foreign country and going there. And Freddie, face-to-face with his first pair of bra clad breasts, most definitely felt like he had arrived. Touch was just one part of the experience for him. He also enjoyed watching his girlfriends or the nameless women he hooked up with doing casual yet sensuous things. Like eating something with their fingers. Or simply lying in bed beside him, covered by no more than a sheet.
Scent and smell were also a part of what he enjoyed, and added to his arousal. There was an older woman he met once for dinner, that he matched with on one of the many apps he used. Not quite old enough to be his mother, maybe an aunt who could pass for a cousin. The dinner went well and he invited her back home for coffee. The conversation was intelligent. It was possible to mind fuck, and just talking and listening to her had made him want her.
It was true what they said about older women. But her skill as a lover wasn’t what put him over. It was her scent. For something so subtle it made a big impact on him. He first smelled it at dinner and whatever it was felt like a word on the tip of his tongue that he couldn’t name. And later when he had his mouth on her neck he smelled it again, stronger. A bouquet of floral notes and spice that when inhaled had the same effect on him as doing a line of powder.
So sex for Freddie was a multi sensory experience, even when it was by himself.
He stopped rubbing his cock against his inner thigh when he felt himself getting close again. He wanted to feel his cock explode in his hand, but he’d cultivated the patience necessary to compound the pleasure so it’d grow the longer he held out. His dick head was dark pink now and he pulled the foreskin back over it.
Freddie took his hand off his cock and focused on his breathing instead to help him walk back from the edge.
He laid back against the headboard and closed his eyes. He saw her face but it was replaced with what he’d seen when he was checking his bank account. Fucking virus. Fucking lockdown. He didn’t have a permanent job because he had to be flexible to go to auditions. If he did, he might have more savings to dip into to ride this out.
He picked up his phone and opened one of the apps he used to hook up. It let you send photos and text and he used it to sext when he found someone he liked but that was too far away to meet. Because sometimes, you just wanted someone to talk to that was feeling the same as you.
This was one of those times.
Freddie scrolled down looking for a profile pic he liked. There was one with a picture of a woman with improbably large breasts that got his attention, but he kept scrolling. He wasn’t in the mood for improbable right now. He wanted woman-upstairs.
Or even guy next door.
In the settings of the app Freddie had asked it to show him both women and men. He’d never seriously dated a guy before but he could admit he was attracted to them. He wasn’t ashamed of that one bit.
A picture of a man striking a punching bag caught his eye. He tapped on the pic and read his profile. His name was Henry, and he looked Korean. His interests included kick boxing and painting. Freddie thought he looked the age he claimed, which was thirty-one years old.
Freddie always filtered by who was online, and he wondered what this guy was doing with his time at home. If he was on this app now it was unlikely he was a doctor or a nurse. Or in some other line of work that was considered essential during the lockdown.
Freddie didn’t know anyone who did kick boxing, but thought it was cool. He imagined that anyone who did it would be in good shape. This guy certainly looked fighting fit. Freddie felt drawn to him for a reason he couldn’t explain. Maybe it was the earnest expression on his handsome Asian face as he struck the bag. He didn’t have a fetish for Asian men but he wasn’t un-attracted to them either.
Henry’s hair was buzzed short in the pic. He had nice pink lips that struck a chord deep in Freddie’s chest. He wondered what those lips would feel like against his own. He imagined slowly, tenderly, rubbing some of the precum dripping out of his cock into Henry’s lips and kissing him. The thought of tasting himself on Henry’s wet lips made Freddie’s low hanging balls shift in their sac.
Freddie also enjoyed running and swimming in addition to lifting weights at home. It was important to be in good shape for auditions, but for him it was also part of a balanced lifestyle. So he could appreciate the work that went into Henry’s toned physique. His chest like Freddie’s was smooth, and bore the unmistakeable signs of hours spent on a bench groaning under a barbell. He didn’t have visible abs but his abdominal region still looked flat and hard.Freddie over thought what his first message should be. He liked the look of this guy and he didn’t want to send a generic ‘Hi’ to him. He wanted his first words to make some kind of impression.
But for all he knew though it might not even be him in that pic. Freddie was good looking enough that he didn’t have to steal photos and pass them off as his own. There were guys who did that. The pictures Freddie used had been professionally taken for his portfolio.
His profile pic in this app was a head shot he took last year. His hair then was much the same as it was now. Short on the sides but a little longer on top, he varied the style with product depending on his mood and the job he was working. He could transform his entire look with the same set of clothes just by changing his hair, to appear more mature or emphasise his youth.
Fuck it, he thought, and decided to go with ‘hi’. If he saw him at a bar that would be how he opened. And rely on his smile to get him further.
While he waited for Henry to reply he played with his balls, and thought about the last time he had them sucked. By another male model he met at a student fashion show, called Tommy. He closed his eyes and remembered looking into Tommy’s as he knelt on the floor, looking up at Freddie as he sucked on one of his nuts while he jerked him off. In this very room. If these walls he could talk, he thought, strands of cum would hang off of every syllable.
Tommy’s tongue had run over the skin of Freddie’s ball sac like he was tasting his favourite flavour lollipop. It felt incredible. The hairs all over his body stood on end, like he was in the presence of the supernatural. At one point Tommy sucked him so hard it hurt and he cried out, but he still didn’t want him to stop. The pain was born of pleasure and in a new and surprising way, there was a certain pleasure that came from the pain he was inflicting on him. Freddie put both his hands on the top of Tommy’s head and held him in place so he couldn’t pull away from him.
Tommy’s mouth wasn’t even on his cock right now but the recollection was still making it twitch and throb. Freddie’s cock was a volcano, leaking precum like lava before the eruption.
All Tommy had to do was suck harder to make him wince, and moan louder in pleasure. The knees of Freddie’s strong legs felt weak. And he was a guy used to doing squats and going on a 3 Km run when he felt restless. Freddie had learned how to endure and built up stamina over the years, but Tommy’s mouth was sucking every ounce of his strength and self control out of him.
He smiled at the memory of it and his cock twitched, as if to say it too remembered. Freddie wanted to see Tommy again after that, but then Covid-19 happened. It might be a good idea to hit him up during the lockdown so he was first in line when it lifted.
He didn’t cum as Tommy sucked his nuts, although he came close. Freddie had to push him off his dick because he showed no sign of stopping, even when he asked him to. He had to grab Tommy by the shoulders and push him off. Then Freddie pulled him to his feet and pinned him hard against the wall. He slid a finger up between Tommy’s legs and he immediately spread his feet where he stood, exposing his arse hole for Freddie’s probing phalange.
He moaned when it made first contact, just as Freddie brought his mouth to Tommy’s. The vibration was transmitted through his lips to Freddie’s. It thrilled him that just moments ago Tommy had been sucking on his cock and balls, and now that same tongue was deep inside his mouth.
All Freddie wanted to do was throw Tommy on the bed, spread those legs and drive his cock home until he was balls deep inside of him. He rolled his neck now at the memory, and stretched his legs out before turning on his stomach in bed. His cock still hard but he wasn’t on a hair trigger. He thrust his hips and humped the bed, hard, once. His pert ass pulled backward like the hammer of a gun, and his cock shot forward again. If he had to choose a favourite sport, it would be fucking.
If fucking was a sport Freddie would be an Olympian.
Freddie had communicated his hunger for Tommy the same way he had. Once he’d got his mouth on Freddie’s cock he’d been relentless, bringing him so close to busting his nut he had to push him off before he came too soon. For Freddie the journey was the destination. And the longer the journey the bigger the nut at the end. He wanted to cum so hard it shattered his senses.
At the moment his dick was trapped between his belly and his bed, and he enjoyed how tight it felt being there.
He brought his mind back to finger fucking Tommy and making him whimper and moan just as he had to him. The index finger of Freddie’s left hand was buried up to the joint in Freddie’s tight arse, and he chose the moment he bit down on his lower lip and pulled it back to slide his finger deeper still until it came to be knuckle deep.
Tommy’s cock was dripping cum like a leaky faucet, and his nipples were just as stiff as his cock. Begging for Freddie’s attention. He kissed down Tommy’s neck to his pecs, where he bit down gently on one of his nipples and flicked it with his tongue, making him convulse with unexpected pleasure.
Freddie palmed Tommy’s shaft with his right hand using the precum it was so copiously dripping as lube for a slow hand job, pumping Tommy’s cock even as he finger fucked his bubble butt. The pleasure he was in was obvious on his face. Freddie was transporting him.
Tommy’s arse had loosened up, and now Freddie decided to insert a second finger. The reaction was immediate. Tommy had his eyes closed, enjoying what was being done to him, but when he felt a second finger invade his arse his eyes flew open and rolled back with a deep purring moan that was music to Freddie’s ears. It was like hooking a fish and watching it writhe and jump out of water. The effect of having not one but two fingers buried to the knuckle in his arse was making turning up the heat for Tommy.
It felt like he was holding Christmas morning in his hand as he brought his mouth back to Tommy’s for a hungry kiss. Their tongues were like two mighty anacondas fighting for dominance in each other’s mouths.
Freddie broke the kiss and milked Tommy’s dick, smearing his fingers with precum that he rubbed back into the young man’s nipples. He kissed Tommy’s nipple and then sucked it hard, like a newborn at his wet nurse’s breast. Freddie tasted Tommy’s precum like mother’s milk and ached for more.
He flicked Tommy’s nipple again with his tongue, then bit down on it gently and increased pressure slowly but steadily as he twisted his fingers deep inside him. The moan that escaped Tommy’s mouth made Freddie’s throat dry with lust.
Freddie’s cock was leaking precum into his sheets now. His cock was aching for a hole to fill.
He remembered kissing down Tommy’s chest and abs until he was on his knees, his head between Tommy’s legs. His tongue teasing the glans of Tommy’s dick and making him whimper and moan.
Freddie enjoyed the taste of Tommy’s precum melting on his tongue and becoming a part of him.
The sounds that escaped Tommy’s lips to signal his pleasure. The scent of him in heat. And the taste of that delicious cock in his mouth combined to create the most incredible high. He was getting off on Tommy’s pleasure. And the more he enjoyed it the better he felt. Freddie could feel Tommy’s body responding to his touch and he knew he was getting close. He was too, but he could hold out a little longer.
Freddie rolled over on to his back and slowly started tugging on his dick again as he looked up at the ceiling. He used his free hand to rub his pecs. His nipples were stiffer than his cock now.
He picked up his phone and noticed that the kick boxer had messaged him back.
End of Part 1. Part 2 coming soon!
Freddie in Motion: Part 1
Freddie was a jack-of-all-trades who only needed somebody to show him how to do something once, for him to pick it up after just a few tries. He supported himself with a number of part-time jobs while he tried to make it as an actor and dancer.
He was five foot seven, and moved with the grace of a practiced dancer. He started taking lessons when he was twelve, and he was now twenty-three. Freddie got called a lot of names by the other boys for following his heart, but it made him popular with girls. He got laid more than all the rest of the boys who called him queer.
Freddie had green eyes the colour of pitted olives. There were days his eyes looked darker and that made his face appear soulful and brooding. His nose was straight. Too straight to be natural, thought the other actors and dancers he auditioned with. But the truth was Freddie would never think of getting any work done, even if he could afford it.
He was lying on his back in bed, his legs crossed under him, checking his bank balance on his phone. It did not look good. The lockdown had cancelled the jobs he had lined up and there was nothing he could do to make up the loss while he and the rest of the country were all ordered to stay inside and keep their distance.
Freddie put his phone down and shut his eyes. His chest rose and fell as he practiced the breathing exercises he’d been taught. He worked out five days a week in his small apartment with the bench press and dumbbells he managed to get at a bargain when a gym in the neighbourhood had to close down. As a result his pecs, like his arms, were big and well defined. Freddie ate right and he was careful not to bulk up too much. So he was lean and well built in all the right places. His years of dance class and countless hours of practice had toned and developed his thighs, butt and calves too.
His chest continued to rise and fall in rhythm as he tried to calm himself, and fight down the rising voices of doom and despair in his head. He thought he had leading man looks, and there were a lot of people who agreed with him too. But the problem was that so did a lot of the other guys he went up against. It was a struggle to get himself noticed and stand out from the crowd.
Freddie opened his eyes and scratched an itch in his balls as he stared up at the ceiling. His sleep broke an hour ago and with nothing to get out of bed for, he lay there looking at his phone. He usually slept in his underwear (he preferred slim fit trunks) and a t-shirt, whatever the weather. But when it was hot enough to raise beads of sweat on his smooth chest he stripped off his tee and sometimes his underwear too.
He felt his cock stir as he scratched his balls. It didn’t take much to make him hard. Freddie kept looking at the ceiling as he began to rub his dick instead, thinking about the red haired woman in the apartment above his, wondering if she was still in bed too and what she wore to sleep. He met her on the street outside the building a lot, they seemed to come home at the same time. She was older than him. Not old enough to be his mother. Not that old, he thought. An older sister maybe.
Freddie was a grower not a shower. Small, his cock didn’t look like much. But give him a chance and it’d turn into more than a mouthful. His parents decided not to circumcise him and he was glad for his foreskin, that he could slide up and down over his mushroom head when he jerked off. His girlfriends had all been able to roll it back without difficulty when they wanted to blow him.
He stuck his hand in his trunks and and gripped his semi hard cock. Freddie enjoyed slowly beating his meat when it was not quite soft and not yet hard. He straightened his legs in front of him and imagined spreading hers. Freddie always paused when they got out of the elevator together so he could watch her ass as she walked away.
Freddie found himself jerking off more often during the lockdown. There wasn’t a lot else for him to do, and he missed being able to hook up when he wanted. Go out and pick someone up. Or find a quick fuck on an app. But now everyone had to practice social distancing and casual sex was much riskier than usual.
He felt the anxiety about money falling away as he massaged his cock. It felt like sponge in his hand. He used his free hand to pull his trunks down and let his cock out. Freddie raised both his legs in the air and tugged his underwear down to near his knees, enjoying the new freedom of movement the hand on his cock had. He let his legs fall and used his free hand to play with his balls while he worked his hair-less shaft. Freddie trimmed his pubes and shaved his dick and balls because he thought that made them look better. Bigger. And he was told no one likes getting hair in their mouth when they’re sucking cock.
Freddie imagined her mouth on his cock as he tugged it. She had a nice mouth. Full lips that made his pulse quicken when they broke into a smile for him, and parted to say thank you for holding the elevator for her.
His feet were hanging off the bed as he squirmed, adjusting himself to get more comfortable. He stopped for a moment to pull off his t-shirt and throw it on the floor. Jerking off was like sex. You could still do it with some clothes on, but it’d always be better naked.
Freddie could turn heads clothed. Naked, he could turn your head upside down. His lightly tanned body was long and lean, and could inspire lust in men and women alike. Freddie also modelled to earn a little extra cash, he did fashion shows where he strutted the cat walk barefoot in skin tight swimwear or posed shirtless in a pair of jeans for a catalogue. And he could always feel their eyes, read the envy from the men in the room and the lust from the women.
Practicing dance had helped him develop strong flexible muscles and shaped his thighs and calves. A lot of men only worked their upper bodies and tended to neglect whatever was below the waist, the muscle groups that were harder to show off in a pair of pants than in a tank top. Not Freddie.
He imagined a woman like her pulled on a tee and pair of men’s boxers after she got out of the shower and got ready for bed. There was something about women in men’s clothing that made his heart beat faster. An ex-girlfriend used to wear his shirts after sex, put on whatever she’d helped him to take him off. His favourite was when she would wear his collared shirts, two buttons undone and the sleeves rolled down.
Freddie sat up against the headboard and spread his firm thighs. His last girlfriend enjoyed straddling him while he sat and calling the shots, it made her feel in control to be the one on top. To set the pace and tell him what to do at the exact moment she wanted it.
He kept his eyes fixed on the ceiling, as if he could see through it to the apartment above his, and at her. The two of them had never spoken, except to exchange the standard greetings or nods when you find yourself in an elevator with someone from another floor. If it was particularly hot or cold out, one of them might remark on it. And the other would agree. But that was it.
Freddie was a confident guy, but he couldn’t muster the courage to do more than comment on the weather. Like a lame teenager with a crush. His cock was so hard it was starting to leak a little precum. He used his left hand and rubbed it in his thumb with his forefinger. Freddie leaked pre like a river once he got going. Nature’s lube, he liked to call it. His balls were big and low hung, and when he caressed them imagined he was turning the wheels like on a machine, stimulating them to make more.
He thought about wetting his finger with pre and sliding it between the red head’s legs. Hearing her gasp as his fingertip entered her would make his cock twitch, and ooze yet more precum. Freddie liked going slow, and he’d take his time sliding his finger further in, his pulse quickening in time with hers as her heart began to beat faster. He wondered how tight she was as he palmed his shaft, how many men had crossed that threshold already.
Freddie liked trying new things and different positions when he fucked, and sex with himself was no different. He looked up different techniques and grips he could use by himself and liked switching things up. He knew that after a month under lockdown with nothing to fuck but his hand, he would have to get creative to keep himself going.
He laid back against the headboard and drew his legs in so the soles of his feet pointed at each other. Freddie didn’t have visible abs but his stomach was still flat and hard. His cock was leaking like a faulty faucet now and there was a steady trickle of precum for him to scoop up and play with. He would rub some in her lips with his free hand and watch as her tongue savoured the taste of him as his finger slid deeper into her. First up to the knuckle. Then joint deep. In and out. His last girlfriend loved it when he fingered her and when she got close she would beg him to fuck her and replace his finger with his cock so she could feel him shoot inside her. He wanted that too, she was on the pill and was serious about not having kids either, so she let him fuck her without a condom.
Freddie brought his right hand up to his lips as he palmed his shaft with his left. There were a lot of advantages to being ambidextrous. He put his finger in his mouth and tasted the precum on it. He closed his eyes and bit down on the finger, imagining it was the red haired woman’s teeth on it. He’d have a finger between her legs and a finger in her mouth. Fucking her and feeding her at the same time.
And by the time he had two fingers deep inside her, sliding in and out between her legs, she would be like butter, and he would keep turning up the flame until she reached her melting point.
Freddie was getting close to that point now too, but he didn’t want to cum just yet. He liked bringing himself to the edge, to the point where he was just about to cum, and then ease off before he did. It was called edging, and when he had time he would bring himself to the edge and back off again three or four times before it became unbearable and he had to give in. His cock would be throbbing, so hard it hurt. And the amount of pre he would have leaked before his cum exploded out of his cock was immense. The longer he went the hornier he became and the harder it was for him to stay in control and not give in to the moment. It was like strength training for his libido. He found that it helped him last longer when he was with a partner too. Sex with himself was good practice for sex with someone else.
He picked up his phone and found the videos he’d bookmarked. If he took his hands off his cock for a few minutes while he watched something, it’d soften a little. But it wasn’t like he was watching cats play the piano, his cock would soften to a semi and continue to leak and pool pre on his stomach. He enjoyed jerking off and would find himself waking up early before school just so he could bust a nut before breakfast. Back then his fantasies involved the girls in his class or even teachers he found hot.
Freddie had a number of videos bookmarked and photos hidden on his phone. There were photos of old girlfriends he liked to look at, photos he’d saved of women he’d hooked up with once. It made him hard looking at their after sex selfies. In the same bed he was in now, after the two of them had cum. There was something about the look on a woman’s face after really good sex.
He laid back against the headboard and turned portrait lock on his phone off so he could flip it and watch the video in full screen. Freddie planted his firm ass and got comfortable. He wanted to build up a big load that would make his toes curl. The stress of worrying about money and finding work when the lockdown was over had given him a headache yesterday. He needed to forget for a while with a woman like the one on the screen. He began to rub his nipple with his free hand while he watched her deep throat the monster cock of her next door neighbour.
He watched as the guy’s balls slapped her chin, fucking her face hard while she moaned around his cock. Freddie wished he could trade places when he pulled out of her mouth, spread her legs and started eating her out.
Freddie felt a need like hunger in the pit of his stomach run through him and settle like an ache in the curve of his cock. He scooped up some precum on his finger and rubbed it in his nipple. He had a nice, well muscled chest. The kind you could lay your head against and feel safe and loved. His nipples were both stiff, and he rubbed and twisted them instead of tugging on his cock as he watched the scene unfold. Freddie’s nipples were very sensitive and sometimes when he woke up in the morning he would lie in bed idly playing with them, making his cock grow and start to leak without laying a hand on it.
He started massaging his pecs as he watched the man on screen pull a rubber on his cock. He had well defined pecs that were the envy of other guys when they caught a glimpse of him changing during photo shoots or fashion shows. He’d caught a few guys staring more than once, and it made him feel good about himself. Freddie usually shaved his chest but hadn’t recently, and a little bit of hair had grown in the V between his pecs.
He switched his phone to his left hand and took his cock in his right. It felt like sponge and he gave it a squeeze that caused a blob of precum to roll out out of the glans and on to the lip of his cock.
He liked trying new things, and instead of always fisting his cock he liked to rub the exposed head up and down against the palm of a hand. It was a different sensation and felt more raw. It was the sense of skin on skin that made sex without rubbers more satisfying to him. Right now he had one hand occupied, so he opted instead for another favourite.
Freddie started rubbing his wet dick against his smooth inner thigh, and felt it harden in his hand. He could go from soft to rock hard in what felt like a nanosecond. There was no substitute for a warm mouth or a tight ass, but jerking off like this came a very close second.
The guy on screen was now balls deep inside his neighbour. Freddie thought missionary was a good place to start, but it was like fisting your cock with your right hand; if that was all you did you’d still have a good time, but you were missing out.
Freddie easily rolled back the sheath of skin covering the head of his cock, and rubbed precum in it. Rubbing the bare head against his thigh was going to generate a certain amount of friction, and while he enjoyed the raw contact of skin on skin he’d learned a long time ago about the need for lubrication. He kept a bottle of lube with his condoms but he preferred to save it for sex, and use the copious amounts of precum he leaked when he was alone.
His green eyes darkened and his face flushed with the intensity of the emotions he was feeling. The lust he felt for the red haired woman upstairs seemed to have magnified ten fold since he’d begun, and if she were there now he would unload his balls deep inside her while he continued to fuck and thrust and wouldn’t stop even after the last drop had fallen from his dick. He was so hard and overcome with need he would keep fucking her as long as his dick stayed hard. Until his balls had time to recharge, and build up a big new load he would pull out and bust all over her tits. For some reason his second load was always bigger than the first, he could cum two or three times in a day but instead of getting thinner after, it only seemed to get stronger the longer he was at it.
He kept rubbing his dick against his thigh, the wet head sliding up and down the smooth skin, making him hornier and leak more precum. He breathed in the smell of it and bit his lip. It smelled like sex. It hung in the air like the strong dark notes of a pot of freshly brewed coffee. It reminded him of the crusty sock he used to jerk off in when he was younger. It was part of a pair he used to wear for P.E. but when one got a hole he stopped, and started wearing it on his cock instead. He would pull it over his hard dick and jerk off in it. From a young age he’d been keen to change what he did and try new things. The texture of the fabric felt different rubbing up against his cock than his hand, and Freddie enjoyed different. The sock was white but after a while it turned yellow, and took on a strong musky scent from all the loads he’d bust in it. The smell would have been disgusting to anyone else, but when Freddie took a whiff off it he felt his balls move in their sac.
Touch and touching was a big part of sex for Freddie and, he was sure, everyone else too; but that wasn’t the only part of it. The first time he saw a pair of breasts in real life, that weren’t printed on a page or on a screen, he felt like he could cum just by looking at them. It was the difference between seeing pictures of a famous place in a foreign country and going there. And Freddie, face-to-face with his first pair of bra clad breasts, most definitely felt like he had arrived. Touch was just one part of the experience for him. He also enjoyed watching his girlfriends or the nameless women he hooked up with doing casual yet sensuous things. Like eating something with their fingers. Or simply lying in bed beside him, covered by no more than a sheet.
Scent and smell were also a part of what he enjoyed, and added to his arousal. There was an older woman he met once for dinner, that he matched with on one of the many apps he used. Not quite old enough to be his mother, maybe an aunt who could pass for a cousin. The dinner went well and he invited her back home for coffee. The conversation was intelligent. It was possible to mind fuck, and just talking and listening to her had made him want her.
It was true what they said about older women. But her skill as a lover wasn’t what put him over. It was her scent. For something so subtle it made a big impact on him. He first smelled it at dinner and whatever it was felt like a word on the tip of his tongue that he couldn’t name. And later when he had his mouth on her neck he smelled it again, stronger. A bouquet of floral notes and spice that when inhaled had the same effect on him as doing a line of powder.
So sex for Freddie was a multi sensory experience, even when it was by himself.
He stopped rubbing his cock against his inner thigh when he felt himself getting close again. He wanted to feel his cock explode in his hand, but he’d cultivated the patience necessary to compound the pleasure so it’d grow the longer he held out. His dick head was dark pink now and he pulled the foreskin back over it.
Freddie took his hand off his cock and focused on his breathing instead to help him walk back from the edge.
He laid back against the headboard and closed his eyes. He saw her face but it was replaced with what he’d seen when he was checking his bank account. Fucking virus. Fucking lockdown. He didn’t have a permanent job because he had to be flexible to go to auditions. If he did, he might have more savings to dip into to ride this out.
He picked up his phone and opened one of the apps he used to hook up. It let you send photos and text and he used it to sext when he found someone he liked but that was too far away to meet. Because sometimes, you just wanted someone to talk to that was feeling the same as you.
This was one of those times.
Freddie scrolled down looking for a profile pic he liked. There was one with a picture of a woman with improbably large breasts that got his attention, but he kept scrolling. He wasn’t in the mood for improbable right now. He wanted woman-upstairs.
Or even guy next door.
In the settings of the app Freddie had asked it to show him both women and men. He’d never seriously dated a guy before but he could admit he was attracted to them. He wasn’t ashamed of that one bit.
A picture of a man striking a punching bag caught his eye. He tapped on the pic and read his profile. His name was Henry, and he looked Korean. His interests included kick boxing and painting. Freddie thought he looked the age he claimed, which was thirty-one years old.
Freddie always filtered by who was online, and he wondered what this guy was doing with his time at home. If he was on this app now it was unlikely he was a doctor or a nurse. Or in some other line of work that was considered essential during the lockdown.
Freddie didn’t know anyone who did kick boxing, but thought it was cool. He imagined that anyone who did it would be in good shape. This guy certainly looked fighting fit. Freddie felt drawn to him for a reason he couldn’t explain. Maybe it was the earnest expression on his handsome Asian face as he struck the bag. He didn’t have a fetish for Asian men but he wasn’t un-attracted to them either.
Henry’s hair was buzzed short in the pic. He had nice pink lips that struck a chord deep in Freddie’s chest. He wondered what those lips would feel like against his own. He imagined slowly, tenderly, rubbing some of the precum dripping out of his cock into Henry’s lips and kissing him. The thought of tasting himself on Henry’s wet lips made Freddie’s low hanging balls shift in their sac.
Freddie also enjoyed running and swimming in addition to lifting weights at home. It was important to be in good shape for auditions, but for him it was also part of a balanced lifestyle. So he could appreciate the work that went into Henry’s toned physique. His chest like Freddie’s was smooth, and bore the unmistakeable signs of hours spent on a bench groaning under a barbell. He didn’t have visible abs but his abdominal region still looked flat and hard.Freddie over thought what his first message should be. He liked the look of this guy and he didn’t want to send a generic ‘Hi’ to him. He wanted his first words to make some kind of impression.
But for all he knew though it might not even be him in that pic. Freddie was good looking enough that he didn’t have to steal photos and pass them off as his own. There were guys who did that. The pictures Freddie used had been professionally taken for his portfolio.
His profile pic in this app was a head shot he took last year. His hair then was much the same as it was now. Short on the sides but a little longer on top, he varied the style with product depending on his mood and the job he was working. He could transform his entire look with the same set of clothes just by changing his hair, to appear more mature or emphasise his youth.
Fuck it, he thought, and decided to go with ‘hi’. If he saw him at a bar that would be how he opened. And rely on his smile to get him further.
While he waited for Henry to reply he played with his balls, and thought about the last time he had them sucked. By another male model he met at a student fashion show, called Tommy. He closed his eyes and remembered looking into Tommy’s as he knelt on the floor, looking up at Freddie as he sucked on one of his nuts while he jerked him off. In this very room. If these walls he could talk, he thought, strands of cum would hang off of every syllable.
Tommy’s tongue had run over the skin of Freddie’s ball sac like he was tasting his favourite flavour lollipop. It felt incredible. The hairs all over his body stood on end, like he was in the presence of the supernatural. At one point Tommy sucked him so hard it hurt and he cried out, but he still didn’t want him to stop. The pain was born of pleasure and in a new and surprising way, there was a certain pleasure that came from the pain he was inflicting on him. Freddie put both his hands on the top of Tommy’s head and held him in place so he couldn’t pull away from him.
Tommy’s mouth wasn’t even on his cock right now but the recollection was still making it twitch and throb. Freddie’s cock was a volcano, leaking precum like lava before the eruption.
All Tommy had to do was suck harder to make him wince, and moan louder in pleasure. The knees of Freddie’s strong legs felt weak. And he was a guy used to doing squats and going on a 3 Km run when he felt restless. Freddie had learned how to endure and built up stamina over the years, but Tommy’s mouth was sucking every ounce of his strength and self control out of him.
He smiled at the memory of it and his cock twitched, as if to say it too remembered. Freddie wanted to see Tommy again after that, but then Covid-19 happened. It might be a good idea to hit him up during the lockdown so he was first in line when it lifted.
He didn’t cum as Tommy sucked his nuts, although he came close. Freddie had to push him off his dick because he showed no sign of stopping, even when he asked him to. He had to grab Tommy by the shoulders and push him off. Then Freddie pulled him to his feet and pinned him hard against the wall. He slid a finger up between Tommy’s legs and he immediately spread his feet where he stood, exposing his arse hole for Freddie’s probing phalange.
He moaned when it made first contact, just as Freddie brought his mouth to Tommy’s. The vibration was transmitted through his lips to Freddie’s. It thrilled him that just moments ago Tommy had been sucking on his cock and balls, and now that same tongue was deep inside his mouth.
All Freddie wanted to do was throw Tommy on the bed, spread those legs and drive his cock home until he was balls deep inside of him. He rolled his neck now at the memory, and stretched his legs out before turning on his stomach in bed. His cock still hard but he wasn’t on a hair trigger. He thrust his hips and humped the bed, hard, once. His pert ass pulled backward like the hammer of a gun, and his cock shot forward again. If he had to choose a favourite sport, it would be fucking.
If fucking was a sport Freddie would be an Olympian.
Freddie had communicated his hunger for Tommy the same way he had. Once he’d got his mouth on Freddie’s cock he’d been relentless, bringing him so close to busting his nut he had to push him off before he came too soon. For Freddie the journey was the destination. And the longer the journey the bigger the nut at the end. He wanted to cum so hard it shattered his senses.
At the moment his dick was trapped between his belly and his bed, and he enjoyed how tight it felt being there.
He brought his mind back to finger fucking Tommy and making him whimper and moan just as he had to him. The index finger of Freddie’s left hand was buried up to the joint in Freddie’s tight arse, and he chose the moment he bit down on his lower lip and pulled it back to slide his finger deeper still until it came to be knuckle deep.
Tommy’s cock was dripping cum like a leaky faucet, and his nipples were just as stiff as his cock. Begging for Freddie’s attention. He kissed down Tommy’s neck to his pecs, where he bit down gently on one of his nipples and flicked it with his tongue, making him convulse with unexpected pleasure.
Freddie palmed Tommy’s shaft with his right hand using the precum it was so copiously dripping as lube for a slow hand job, pumping Tommy’s cock even as he finger fucked his bubble butt. The pleasure he was in was obvious on his face. Freddie was transporting him.
Tommy’s arse had loosened up, and now Freddie decided to insert a second finger. The reaction was immediate. Tommy had his eyes closed, enjoying what was being done to him, but when he felt a second finger invade his arse his eyes flew open and rolled back with a deep purring moan that was music to Freddie’s ears. It was like hooking a fish and watching it writhe and jump out of water. The effect of having not one but two fingers buried to the knuckle in his arse was making turning up the heat for Tommy.
It felt like he was holding Christmas morning in his hand as he brought his mouth back to Tommy’s for a hungry kiss. Their tongues were like two mighty anacondas fighting for dominance in each other’s mouths.
Freddie broke the kiss and milked Tommy’s dick, smearing his fingers with precum that he rubbed back into the young man’s nipples. He kissed Tommy’s nipple and then sucked it hard, like a newborn at his wet nurse’s breast. Freddie tasted Tommy’s precum like mother’s milk and ached for more.
He flicked Tommy’s nipple again with his tongue, then bit down on it gently and increased pressure slowly but steadily as he twisted his fingers deep inside him. The moan that escaped Tommy’s mouth made Freddie’s throat dry with lust.
Freddie’s cock was leaking precum into his sheets now. His cock was aching for a hole to fill.
He remembered kissing down Tommy’s chest and abs until he was on his knees, his head between Tommy’s legs. His tongue teasing the glans of Tommy’s dick and making him whimper and moan.
Freddie enjoyed the taste of Tommy’s precum melting on his tongue and becoming a part of him.
The sounds that escaped Tommy’s lips to signal his pleasure. The scent of him in heat. And the taste of that delicious cock in his mouth combined to create the most incredible high. He was getting off on Tommy’s pleasure. And the more he enjoyed it the better he felt. Freddie could feel Tommy’s body responding to his touch and he knew he was getting close. He was too, but he could hold out a little longer.
Freddie rolled over on to his back and slowly started tugging on his dick again as he looked up at the ceiling. He used his free hand to rub his pecs. His nipples were stiffer than his cock now.
He picked up his phone and noticed that the kick boxer had messaged him back.
End of Part 1. Part 2 coming soon!
to JUB and nice story hope to hear hot stuff with Freddie of any m2m action
