Chapter 25 Freddie
Freddie
“Fuck, Freddie! That feels so good!”
Shaun moans, low and deep like some kind of huge animal.
He’s lost in ecstasy as I slide my hand up and down his shaft, ramping up speed.
His body bucks and writhes, thick muscles flexing as he fights to keep control.
I’m hard as a rock just looking at him, but I refrain from touching myself, my attention fully on Shaun.
I’ve brought him to the brink twice already before easing off, edging him for maximum pleasure. The steady crescendo of his moans this round tells me I’ve done my job well. He’s totally out of his mind. Little does he know, I’m about to blow it completely.
I slow my rhythm and gently massage the head of his cock with my thumb. He whimpers, twitching in my grip. Slowly, salaciously, I run my tongue up the inside of his thigh, setting off every little nerve along the way.
“F-Freddie,” Shaun pants. He can barely get the word out.
I lick my lips and exhale gently over his cock, making him gasp.
“Are you ready for more?” I ask.
“More?”
Squeezing my tongue into a narrow point, I lick his cock from base to tip. He groans and I meet his gaze, a desperate lust burning like wildfire behind his eyes.
“Say it, Shaun. Say you want my mouth around you.” I flick my tongue over his slick head, driving him wild. “Do you want it?”
“Y-yes,” he gasps, sweat glazing his torso. “I want it, Freddie. I need you!”
For a moment, I let his words hang in the air, relishing the sweet taste of his desire. I smile.
“Good. Hold on as long as you can."
Then, I swallow him whole.
“Fuck!” Shaun half-moans, half-roars as I take him as deep as I can.
I grunt as his cock presses into the back of my throat.
Damn, he’s big! Suppressing the urge to gag, I hold him there for a few moments, savouring the heat and sweet taste of him, before starting up a rhythm again, this time with my mouth.
Blindly, I reach up his body until my hands find the unmistakable heft of his chest. I squeeze and massage the furry muscles, teasing and flicking his nipples with my thumbs.
Shaun’s hips buck upwards, and I feel his already throbbing cock grow even harder in my mouth. Someone’s clearly enjoying himself, but I think he can handle a little more.
I remove my right hand from his chest and slip it between his thighs. My fingers burrow, navigating the cleft of his big butt until I find his entrance. Shaun gasps and grunts as I brush his rim with my index finger. He’s so sensitive, a light tickle is all it takes.
“Freddie, I can’t last much longer!” he groans.
I move faster, suck harder, fingering the rim of his entrance in gentle little circles.
“Oh shit… oh god… Freddie, I’m gonna… gonna—fuck!”
His cock shudders and volleys of hot come shoot down my throat.
I swallow, and keep going, dragging out his orgasm for as long as I can, milking him for every last drop.
Shaun’s moans are earth shaking. I hope this place has thick walls or his neighbours are gonna be pissed. Too late to do anything about it now.
Only once the longest, loudest, hottest orgasm I’ve ever heard finally peters out do I come up for air.
“Holy shit,” I gasp, my mouth feeling empty without Shaun inside it. “That was crazy hot!”
Shaun is lying back on the sofa, blissed out and staring at the ceiling.
An occasional shiver ripples through his body as he floats down from the high.
I crawl up onto the sofa next to him, draping my naked body against his and resting my head on his chest. He’s pumping out heat like a furnace.
My own dick is still hard as steel, and I doubt it’ll be going down on its own any time soon, but I don’t matter right now.
My goal was to make him feel good. Big tick.
After a minute, the rise and fall of Shaun’s chest slows to a gentle lilt. He rests a hand on the small of my back and sighs.
“That was intense!”
“You’re telling me!” I place a hand on his belly and rub gentle circles on his skin. “I mean, I’d ask if you enjoyed it, but I’m pretty sure I know the answer.”
“Yeah," he sounds awestruck, “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
I can’t help but feel a little smug. Good to know I’ve set the bar high for Shaun’s first gay blow job.
Shaun shifts his weight, and I enjoy the sensation of being lifted like a rag doll by his body.
“Freddie, you’re still…?” I tilt my head up to look at him and see his eyes are on my dick. “Would you like me to, um, return the favour?”
Wow. He’s full of surprises! He’s also panting, his thick body limp and exhausted. As much as I’d love to feel his mouth around me, I don’t want to push him too far too soon. “You’ve given me more than enough tonight, handsome,” I say. “Plus, you look spent.”
He blushes. “I guess, but it doesn’t seem fair.”
“Hmm.” An idea sparks in my mind. “Well, I can take care of myself. Question is, do you want to help?”
“Help?” Shaun turns to me, his brow creased. I waggle my eyebrows and watch as the penny drops and Shaun’s eyes flare with excitement. “Yes! Ahem, I mean, sure. What should I do?
My dick twitches in anticipation. I bring my hand up to his jaw and trace my thumb down from his chin, through the coarse hairs of his beard, to his Adam’s apple.
“Nothing. Just sit back, relax and enjoy the show.”
In one smooth movement, I push myself off the sofa and swing one leg over Shaun’s body so I’m straddling him again. Grabbing my cock with one hand, I use the other for balance as I swoop in and kiss him. One brush from his pillowy lips is all it takes to get my blood going again.
I sit up straight, propping myself up on my knees so Shaun can see all of me.
Holding his gaze, I start working my cock.
Ever the showoff, I roll my body in time with each stroke, thrusting from the hip and giving Shaun a view he’ll hopefully never forget.
He looks like he can’t quite believe this is real, his mouth hanging open in a small “o” as he stares up at me.
He looks fucking incredible between my legs, skin flush with the afterglow.
A breathy moan passes my lips and my dick pulses.
Fuck, this isn’t gonna take long.
“How do you like the view?” I ask him.
Shaun gives the tiniest shake of the head. “I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful in my life.”
My jaw drops and my hand slows.
“For real?” I ask.
He blinks and smiles sheepishly. “I think you’re perfect, Freddie Young.”
Desire ricochets around my body like a thousand tiny pinballs. This man, this unbelievably sexy, clever, gorgeous man thinks I’m perfect? Thank fuck! Because it means I get to say:
“Right back at you, Shaun Harrison. You’re fucking perfect too.”
Shaun’s adorable face beams up at me, and without speaking, I think we both know each of us has been waiting to hear that for a long time. I speed up my strokes and gasp as the pinballs pop, like tiny bursts of electricity. Fuck, I’m falling for him harder by the minute, and it’s driving me crazy.
“Ahh,” I moan, as my hand pumps even faster, practically of its own accord. “Oh Shaun,” my voice comes out low and sultry, “fuck, you’re sexy!”
I change up my speed, my technique, teasing out the feeling as long as I can, but Shaun’s gorgeous eyes are sending me to the moon. I can’t hold on.
“Okay—ahh—I’m… almost…”
“Freddie.” Shaun puts his hand over mine, stopping its movement. The lust in his eyes blossoms into hunger as he takes my hand away, then places both his palms on my butt. “Let me.”
“Let you—whoa!”
He pulls me closer, and I pitch forward as he guides my cock straight towards his open—
Oh shitting fucking hell!
Shaun’s taking me in his fucking mouth. Of all the things, I did not think—
Ahh!
My whole body surges as his head moves up and down, blowing me like there’s no tomorrow.
I gasp and moan as I watch Shaun devour my cock.
He stares up at me, eyes brimming with desire.
Shit, how is he so good at this? His mouth is so warm, so wet.
I whimper as his tongue worships my dick like it’s a fucking deity.
“Shaun… amazing… fuck!” is all I can say. Frankly, even that’s impressive given the state I’m in.
I thread one hand through his hair, bracing myself on the broad muscle of his shoulder with the other. There’s no holding back. It feels too good.
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna… ahh!”
My orgasm hits like a lightning bolt, striking over and over again. Shaun splutters as I shoot my load down his throat, but he copies my technique, keeping me in the delicious vacuum of his mouth for as long as he can. I’ve got to give it to him: the boy learns fast.
When I finally stop coming, Shaun lets me go with a gentle gasp and I slide down his powerful body like a limp puppet.
Half-paralysed, I lay plastered against him, sticky and panting as his intense heat radiates through me.
He reclines into the sofa, bringing us near-horizontal again.
He wraps his big arms around my back, effortlessly moving me to a more comfortable position.
I feel the thick muscles of his torso bulge beneath me and have no doubt this is what heaven must feel like.
“That was amazing,” I say once my words come back. “How are you so good at that?”
“Uh, instinct, I guess?” he says, bashfully. “I think I got a little carried away. I’m sorry—”
“Don’t you dare apologise,” I interrupt. “You were phenomenal.”
“Well,” the soft brush of Shaun’s beard grazes my neck, “I had to know what you taste like, Freddie.”
Bloody hell.
“I see. And did I taste good?” I ask, though I think I can guess the answer.
A low hum from deep in Shaun’s chest. “Unbelievably good.”
“Better than coffee?”
“Don’t push it.”
Our laughter swells like music, my tenor and his baritone weaving a crisp harmony. I could get used to this sound.
Shaun threads his fingers through my hair and palms the back of my neck.
“You can stay here tonight, if you want. Although I’ve got to open the café in—” my man mattress undulates as Shaun checks his watch, “shit. Five hours.”
Yikes, I hadn’t even noticed the time.
“My bad,” I say. “Sure, I’ll stay. Then I’ll come in with you, if you like?”
“You’re not on shift,” he points out.
“No, but I need somewhere to sit and figure out how to repair my car crash of a life. Unless having me there will be too distracting for you?”
“You’re a distraction whether you’re there or not.” Like a soft breeze, he kisses the top of my head. “Of course you can come.”
“Thanks, Shaun.”
Exhaustion presses down on me like a weighted blanket.
Hard to believe my carefully engineered, semi-naked, honeytrap encounter with Shaun was only this morning.
Now look at us. Were it not for the burglary, this would be the best day of my life.
All things considered, it still might be.
If this is what sex feels like when you actually like the guy, then wow. One-night stands can jog on.
A yawn forces its way up my throat as my eyes droop shut.
“I’m going to fall asleep on top of you, if you’re not careful.”
“Fine by me,” he says, drowsily.
“Good.” As I melt into him, I whisper, “Guess what?”
“What?” he asks.
“I fancy you too.”
He gives me one final squeeze and, bodies entwined, we surrender to a deep and blissful sleep.