David's Massage
David Silveira dried his face off with a towel. Man, it was fucking hot out on that stage. He was glad as hell to be off of it. He loved playing for devoted Korn fans and everything, but sometimes, it just got way too hot on the stage. With a certain degree of recklessness, he removed his white wifebeater and just kinda chucked it on the ground as he walked off stage. It had become soaked in sweat as the concert had progressed, and he just felt extremely dirty. More than likely, he was going to hop into a shower right now. That, or collapse from heat exhaustion.
Whichever happened first. Fred Durst had been watching Korn from backstage. They had had their little spats in the past before, but Fred was now on fairly good terms with the band. He thought the guys could still rock out with the best of them, and he related to a lot of their angsty lyrics. He knew he felt like that as a kid sometimes growing up. He found a now shirtless David Silveira rushing to the green room, and flagged him down. "Yo, good show, dude," Fred commented, adjusting his trademarked red baseball hat. "Thanks, man," David hurriedly said. "I'm goin' to the dressing room for a second for a second, probably gonna take a shower or something.
I'm drenched." "Yeah, and you fucking reek, too," Fred joked. David playfully punched Fred back. He knew Fred was crass like that sometimes. The two of them walked into Korn's dressing room, where James "Munky" Shaffer and Jonathan Davis already were sitting on the leather couch, discussing the show. Like David, they were also positively soaking in their own perspiration. "Hey, Fred," Jonathan greeted him. "What's up? Good show, guys." "Thanks," smiled Munky. "Too bad they barely gave us any time to tune." "Yeah, fucking Palladium bastards," spit Jonathan. "Anyway, we're gonna go and maybe get some grub. You guys coming?" "I'm going to shower first," said David. "Then I'll join up with you later." "Alright. Fred?" "I'll stay here for a bit, keep David company, I guess." "Ooh, I get it," insinuated Munky. He winked, mock- knowingly. "Ah, fuck off, you nerd," griped Fred. David was trying to stifle a laugh.
"Anyway, we're outta here. We'll probably be at a Burger King or something. Catch ya later." With that, Jonathan and Munky departed. Fred collapsed on the plush leather couch where Munky and Jon were just sitting. David was looking around for his keys so that he could drive back to the hotel. "Over there, dude," Fred pointed out.
Grabbing his keys, David and Fred made their way to the hotel where Korn had been staying while they were in California. They checked in and made their way up the elevator to the room where David had been staying. It was two to a room, with Jonathan and Head in one room while Munky and Fieldy stayed in another. David had his room all to himself. It was nice, having that sort of privacy. "Argh," David groused, evidently in pain. "What's wrong?" inquired Fred. "Nothing, just my are fucking KILLING me. I've been walking around on them all day and they're just so sore." "Really?" Fred thought about this for a second. As David rubbed at his through his sneakers, Fred out of nowhere suggested, "I could massage them for you, if ya want." David debated this for a second.
He really wanted to shower first, and having Fred massage his would be sorta.strange. Then again, his did really hurt. He was close to chopping them off if they kept hurting this bad. "Guess I'll take you up on that offer." David said, plopping down on the white leather couch in his room. He propped his sneakers up on the couch and then thought about how much he really needed that shower. "Have a seat, dude, and start rubbin'!" Fred laughed and inched down towards the far-left end of the couch and untied the laces on David's brown Airwalk sneakers. Removing first the right sneaker and then the left, he was greeted with the scent of sneaker . David had managed to work up quite a sweat while he was out on stage, as was evidenced by his slick torso and sweaty brow.
Given the general high temperatures of packed venues, his and socks were no doubt moist as well. Not at all deterred from the scent, Fred then proceeded to remove David's right and then left sock. He revealed David's now naked . His toes were sort of slim and slightly stubby, and the toes were spaced out fairly well. The process of removing his shoes and socks wasn't meant to be sexual, but Fred did consider for a second that he was sorta undressing David. He was now only wearing a pair of light black Gap jeans.
Fred took a seat on the far-left cushion of the couch and placed David's right in his lap. He liked to think that he was actually pretty good at these massages, having given a couple of them to some models whenever he visited the Playboy Mansion. He figured that guys' and girls' couldn't be all that different. Plus, this wasn't supposed to be erotic. It was in the case of the Playboy models. David placed his arms behind his head and laid back. He was glad that Fred, who was a good friend of the band in general, was helping him relieve some of the tension of touring. massages always felt great under any kind of duress, even if they were from another dude. David and Fred were practically brothers, though, so it didn't really bother him. He was enjoying himself a lot, actually.
Fred started by rubbing his thumbs in concentric circles over the fleshy pads of his right . He then pushed his thumbs back and forth in the spaces between his biggest and next largest toe and the space between his second and third largest toes, rubbing them back and forth. He then pushed his thumbs in between the remaining two spaces between his toes, working them back and forth, sliding them between the two fleshy digits. He then resumed massaging the pads of the upper part of his with his fingers, and then worked them down to the ankle. As Fred readjusted himself on the couch, he found he couldn't escape the stench of David's . What worried him was not the smell himself, but rather what he felt about the smell. There was something heady and enticing about the aroma of David's , and he couldn't understand why that was. The more he thought about it, the more appetizing the odor became.
He tried to eliminate this thought from his head. It was pretty sick of him to find something hot about what he was doing. It was just an innocent massage, and there was no way he was going to do something crazy like licking his or anything. Guys just don't do things like that with other guys. David sensed Fred was nervous about something but kept his mouth shut. He was definitely enjoying this massage, especially the feeling of Fred's fingers tracing up and down his .did he really just think that? He knew this wouldn't have been any different if, say, his wife had been doing this to him. Then again, she never HAD done anything like this to him before, and Fred doing it felt wonderful. Now David was getting nervous.
It wasn't possible that he was getting turned on by this, was he? His dick was very quietly stirring in his pants, but he reasoned that the sensation itself was causing it, regardless of who was doing it. There were similar stirrings in Fred's pants as he battled with himself over why he was feeling like this as he continued moving his fingers through the gaps in between David's toes. There was no way he was getting aroused by this!
He grimaced to himself as he tried his best not to inhale the aroma of David's sweaty , but that's always a bit difficult when one is giving a massage. His dick itched as he placed David's right down and took his left lap in his lap. He repeated the same process with his left as he had done with his right, except this time he hoped David wouldn't notice the increasing bulge in his pants. David had a similar worry. The more Fred played with and touched and massaged his , the more aroused he got. Also, more distressing thoughts started entering his head. He actually considered for a second what it would be like if Fred, for whatever reason, completely lost his inhibition and started sucking on his toes. He then just as quickly perished the thought from his head, realizing Fred would never do something like that. Fred moved his fingers up and down David's left , running them along the soles and kneading the flesh tenderly. He traced a finger up alongside David's littlest toe, ran it over the top of the toe, then slid it back down in the space between his littlest toe and his next biggest toe, and then repeated the process for the remaining toes on his . He traced his fingers underneath his toes and then massages his ankle with his index and middle fingers. The longer he kept this up, the crazier he was going.
He was starting to face the awful truth: David had cute and he was getting turned on by what he was doing. And he really wanted David not to notice, but.but. Fred eventually lost it. Taking David's right in his mouth, he hesitated for what was maybe a millisecond before latching his mouth onto David's big toe and sucked on it fiercely. He then slipped his mouth off of his big toe and then, one by one, sucked all of the rest of David's toes on his right in succession. He ran his tongue underneath his toes and wedged it into the spaces between his toes.
He ran his tongue all the way down his sole and sucked on the bottom fleshy pad. He ran his tongue along David's ankle and then ran it back up along the contours of his right . He couldn't control himself. The taste not only wasn't bad, but it tasted pretty awesome, actually. He couldn't believe that he, Fred Durst, macho lead singer of Limp Bizkit, was actually licking the of David Silveira, the sexy drummer from Korn.
This was insane! David was thinking the same thing. He couldn't believe that, in the first place, he was having his licked, and that second of all, his friend Fred Durst was doing it! More than that, he actually couldn't believe that this felt really great. He didn't even care anymore that this was a guy doing it; getting your licked just felt amazing. He laid back and let his cock spring to full attention, not even caring if Fred noticed that he was completely turned on by what he was doing. Fred had lost most of his inhibition by now and was going crazy on David's . He lapped up his trails of spittle and allowed them to dribble down over David's , letting the saliva collect between his toes and drip down over his soles again. He sucked on his toes with reckless abandon and ran his tongue along the contours of the with absolute glee. This was so fucking hot! Realizing he had until now neglected his left , Fred raised it to his mouth and ran his hot tongue along the sole, relishing in the taste of David's sweat-laden . His cock by now was itching wildly in his pants, too, and like David, he didn't care if his partner noticed.
He sucked on each of the toes on the left one by one and wormed his tongue in the crevices between his toes. He ran his tongue along the nails of his toes and along the underside of them as well. He kissed all the way down along his sole, stopping at his ankle to kiss that, and then ran his tongue over the tops of David's left . Fred was amazed by how quickly this quickly turned from an innocent massage into a highly erotic -licking session. Fred then removed his mouth from his left and asked David in a husky voice, "Ya like that?" David smiled. "That feels fuckin' awesome, dude. But, uh, I was wondering." Fred's heart stopped. Was he about to ask what he thought he was going to ask him? "What?" "Could I try you?" Fred practically beamed.
"Go ahead, man!" With that, Fred and David switched positions on the couch. Fred lay down where David had been lying before and David took Fred's position on the far-left cushion of the couch. David, not having done this before, attempted to mimic Fred's actions as best as he could. He unlaced Fred's Adidas sneakers and pulled them off, first the right and then the left. He then removed Fred's socks, first right and then left, and was also greeted with a sneaker stench not dissimilar from his own. Fred had some pretty hot , he thought to himself. His toes, like him, were sorta plump and big, and his second toe was nearly as big as his big toe.
The pads of his were also very fleshy, and he had less space between his toes than David did. The nails of his toes just barely extended up past the fleshy digit onto which they belonged. They also had a fucking awesome sweaty aroma that caused David to get hard all over again. He took Fred's right into his lap, much like Fred had done to him. He rubbed his thumbs in concentric circles on the contours of his sole, along each curve and pad. He slipped his fingers in the crevices between his toes, working them back and forth, and in the process bringing Fred immense pleasure. Fred was enjoying this as much as David was, and he couldn't wait until he got to the really juicy part! David continued working his fingers about Fred's right , massaging the instep and running his fingers along Fred's ankle and the top of his . He loved the very feel of his , made softer because of having to walk around all day getting ready for the show. Not having seen much exposure to the sun, his were also a lighter color than his legs.
The tan line ended at his ankle. His soles were a wonderful light pink color, obviously having seen little light. He continued rubbing and massaging his right , putting it down only so that he could work on his left as well. David continued what he was doing with Fred's right on his left. He massaged the fleshy pads of his and wormed his fingers in the spaces between the toes. He ran his fingers along the tops of his toes and over the nails of his . He placed a finger on his littlest toe and then, working his way to right, traced it up along the toe, back down into the gap between the littlest toe and the next largest, and then up along the next toe, and then back down again.
He did this all the way to end of his , and then traced it down along the side of his , seductively tracing the finger along his instep and back down around the fleshy region on the bottom of his . For a finale, he ran his index and middle fingers in concentric circles around Fred's ankle. Both men were, by this time, hard as rocks. They could also tell that the other one was, David bulging out of his Gap jeans and Fred sporting a hardon in his Quiksilver khaki shorts. Fred had a hot idea for how they could both relieve each other of their burdens, as well, but first, he was going to enjoy having his licked by an incredibly sexy guy. David took Fred's right , placed it right in front of him, and hesitantly licked the sole.
He found it had a very pleasant taste, faintly cheesy, but still rather appetizing. He licked again, this time removed of all hesitancy, and then a third time. He ran his tongue underneath the fleshy bulges that were the back of his toes. He inhaled sharply as he did so, relishing in the hot odor of Fred's sexy . He still couldn't believe he was doing this, but instead of being completely bewildered and sort of disgusted, he was now very pleased and very aroused. He continued basting Fred's with his saliva, running it up and down and all over his sole and toes. Fred, feeling how awesome this was, couldn't resist again. He told David to swing his legs up back onto the leather couch.
Being faced once again with David's , he had no choice but to resume his own licking. His hot, moist mouth engulfed David's still moist . He took three toes in his mouth at once and sucked on them hungrily. The two men lay there, sucking on each other's , giving each other massive sexual stimulation. Tongues ran along toes and the backs and tops of . Saliva collected in pools on their glistening . The room was aglow with the fragrance of two men's sweaty and of the general aroma of sexual heat. This was the wildest thing either of them had either done, and they were both enjoying the hell out of it. Fred eventually couldn't take it anymore. Sitting up, he removed his from David's mouth, reached down and undid the button and zipper on his khaki shorts, pushing them to the floor. David, not wanting to be left out of what Fred had planned, likewise removed his own jeans and pushed them down over his slick . Both men's boxers were both stained with precum, as they were both aroused by the hotness of what they were doing. Each man pulled down his underwear, with Fred easing his white boxer briefs over his engorged cock and David struggling to free his own cock from its plaid boxer shorts trappings. David was now completely naked, while Fred was still wearing his trademark red baseball cap and a plain black shirt. Fred ran his along David's naked , with David reciprocating in kind. The two men ran their slick along each others' bodies, with Fred sliding them over David's slightly muscular physique and David running his underneath Fred's shirt and massaging his hairy, stocky chest. The men scooted down further and David ran his over Fred's coarse facial hair, while Fred toyed with David's nipple ring with his big toe.
They continued their footplay for sometime before Fred moved back on the couch a little and placed his on either side of David's freely hanging ballsack. Fred then inched his up the shaft of David's hard cock and placed the girth of it in between the spaces underneath his toes. His intention was for David to do the same to him, and of course, he responded. He inched down and placed Fred's cock between his toes, enjoying the feeling of his penis throbbing between his hot, moist toes and of having his cock played with by Fred's own slick . Moving his up and down David's cock, Fred, in essence, began jerking David off with his . When he woke up this morning, he certainly had no idea that he would be doing anything as crazy as this. Here he was, sliding his up and down one of his best friend's hard cocks - not only that, but one of his best MARRIED friends, at that. He'd always thought David was an attractive guy, but he never actually thought that he'd be fooling around with him like this one day, especially in the manner that they were doing it now.
David felt the same way. He had never thought of Fred sexually, although he understood why some women could be drawn to him. He certainly wasn't the most fit person in the world, but there was a certain brazen charm to him that, up until now, he thought only girls would find irresistible. Now he was finding himself the victim of these charms as well. He thought Fred was actually really sexy, and he hoped they could fool around like this in the future. Amazingly, he felt very little guilt about what he was doing, having a wife and a daughter. He was technically having sex with one of his friends, but the pleasurable sensations that he was feeling overrode any guilt or shame he could possibly be having right now.
He'd much rather focus on the stud who was jacking him off with his than on the marital or moral aspects of this situation. Speaking of, David, having temporarily been lost in thought, began to do to Fred as Fred was doing to him. He started moving his very slowly up Fred's cock, eventually picking up speed and establishing a rhythm, which wasn't hard for the drummer. Soon enough, the only sound that could be heard in the room was the sound of slick pushing the foreskin up and down two hot, throbbing cocks. Fred and David continued working themselves up into a sexual frenzy, wanting desperately to keep this going, but also wanting to get their rocks off. They persisted at moving their up and down the other's cock. Fat, thinly spaced toes slid the foreskin up and down the sexy drummer's six inches. Slimmer, farther-spaced toes jerked off the very thick six-and-a-half inch cock of the attractive lead singer. The two men were lost in a sexual ecstasy. After a good ten minutes of jerking, David began to feel the pressure rising in his cock.
He knew he was going to blow his load soon, and he was sort of disappointed that their fun had to end so soon. He gazed into Fred's eyes and saw the intensity with which he was working his up and down his cock and he suddenly felt the itch to get off approach even faster. David started breathing heavily and, knowing that a release was impending, started to buck and writhe with the sensation. He grunted as he let go one of the juiciest, creamiest loads of his life. The burst out of his throbbing cock and shot up in the air and landed back down, coating Fred's and toes and his own cock and pubes. A few less forceful streams dribbled out of his cock afterwards and slid down Fred's sweaty . Fred, after watching what had happened, soon felt the urge himself to shoot. That was fucking crazy, seeing his friend's shoot up in the air and cover his and his own cock. His felt all slimy with the basting them, and it felt weird, but terrific. His balls started to draw up tight underneath him as he prepared to blast his own load. David kept jerking his faster and faster so that he could get his pal to achieve his climax faster. Fred moaned louder and louder until finally, he let out a groan and shot his thick load up in the air. It flew up just as far as David's load did. It landed back down on David's and in between his toes, and some more of it dribbled out of his cock. A few drops of it landed on the leather couch.
The two men lay back and reveled in the craziest orgasm that either of them had ever had. That was absolutely fucking nuts, they both thought, as they slid their off each other and lay panting for a few minutes. After about a five-minute break, Fred was the first to make the next move. He took David's , which were still covered in his , and started to lick the soles again in an attempt to lap up his sticky sauce. He had never tasted , and did so out of curiosity, but as he rolled it around in his mouth, he decided it didn't taste all that bad, and he definitely went back for seconds. He wormed his tongue in between David's toes to get the that fallen there as well.
He licked up the drops that had fallen on the couch as well, and then he ran his tongue up along David's cock to get the last bit of that was still dribbling out of it. He swirled his tongue around his still engorged cockhead, licking up every last drop, reveling in how erotic and obscene this all was. David was then inspired to do likewise. He knelt down by Fred's and licked his own semen off them, relishing the taste of Fred's sweaty and his own . Like Fred, David had never tasted jizz before, but he certainly wouldn't shy away from it now if offered the chance to try any more. He licked Fred's clean of his hot cream, and then collected the bit that was dribbling from Fred's cock. He rolled it around his mouth his tongue and then swallowed, savoring his jism and wanting there to be more. The two men then started to collect their clothes that they had taken off in their lust. As David put his socks back on, he told Fred, "That was the best massage ever, dude!" "Yeah, you're telling me," Fred winked. It had been an awesome night, and he hoped that they could more stuff like that in the future. Celeb Fun 2: Matt and Freddie's Sleepover "Your ass is MINE, bitch!" exclaimed a pumped-up Matthew Lillard as he veered the control stick left and right in a desperate attempt to catch up to his partner. Him and Freddie Prinze, Jr. were spending the night at Matt's family's house in Tustin, California. Matt's wife was out of town on business, so he decided he was going to spend her absence in the comfort of his family and a few friends. Tonight, him and Freddie were having a sleepover, the sort that they had each had with their friends when they were thirteen or so. Of course, the both of them being of legal age, it was no longer taboo to have alcohol out, and the two of them had both had their share of Rolling Rock. It was a silly and irreverent idea, this sleepover, but then, the two actors had an affinity for silliness and irreverence. The two of them were currently in Matt's den, involved in a heated game of Super Mario Kart 64. Matt, as Bowser, was vehemently chasing Freddie, as Yoshi, around the Block Fort in a two-player duel. Matt had a red shell ready with Yoshi's name on it. He released it and giggled evilly as the shell wove around the corner of the yellow fort and hit Yoshi, knocking off his last balloon and delivering Matt another victory. "YES! Beat you again! Eat THAT!" whooped the triumphant Matt as he took another swig of Rolling Rock. Freddie, beaten, was starting to get tired of losing round after round of Super Mario Kart. It was just a stupid video game, after all, but he took a certain amount of pride in his gaming skills, and he simply did not like being beaten. Matt noticed his disappointment and offered some consolation. "Ah, cheer up, dude. I've had enough of beating the snot out of you, anyway," he grinned as he turned off the console. The two of them now sat in the room in silence. Freddie glanced at the clock. They had been so wrapped up in the video game that neither of them noticed that it was now 4:15 in the morning. Freddie had a doctor's appointment the next day, so he suggested to Matt that they get some shut-eye. "Brilliant idea. You must be tired from being beaten over and over anyway!" gloated Matt. Freddie threw a pillow at him. "Ah, fuck off, you. I really need the sleep. Don't want to fall asleep during my physical." "Haha, yeah, and then the doctor can just have his way with you while you're sleeping." "Sick, man!" Matt laughed uproariously. "Cough, Freddie!" With that, he made a playful swipe at Freddie's crotch, which Freddie swiftly evaded. "Haha, are you sure YOU'RE not the one who'll be having his way with me when I'm sleeping?" Freddie joked. "Yeah, you wish, dude. Anyway, help me pull out this couchbed." The two men removed the cushions from the couch and then lifted up the metal bar that unfolded to reveal a comfortable Serta mattress. Matt crashed on it the instant they had set it up properly. "Man, I can't remember the last time I slept on this couch. I missed it so much." "Alright, while you fantasize about molesting me while I'm asleep, I'll go change in your bathroom," Freddie smirked as he exited the room. He narrowly missed Matt throwing a pillow at him. Matt took advantage of Freddie's absence to slip into his own sleeping gear, which, to be more accurate, was really just a matter of stepping out of all but his boxers. He unbuttoned his thin green silk shirt and tossed it on the floor, which was the eventual destination of his brown corduroy pants and socks as well. He grabbed a thin bedsheet from the adjacent linen closet and tossed it over the bed. He positioned his pillow at the head of the bed, and, to avoid any weirdness, he placed Freddie's pillow at the . That way, they wouldn't be sleeping face to face. He was probably going to make Freddie sleep on top of the covers, too. Even though they were both grown men, they still hadn't grown up past their high school fears apparently. Freddie returned from the bathroom wearing only his boxers as well. Aside from their nearly identical, save the color, boxer shorts, the two men were wearing nothing else. Freddie looked at the position of his pillow in dismay. Leave it to Matt to do something stupid like this. He didn't even bother arguing with Matt about it. He crawled on top of the blanket that Matt had spread out and laid down, placing his hands underneath his pillow. He noted with further dismay that he was facing Matt's , which was maybe worse than having to face his face. "Well, goodnight dude. Hope you enjoy my smelly !" Matt said, sticking his large left right smack in front of Freddie's face. Freddie recoiled in mock-disgust. He felt as if he wasn't going to get any sleep this night. Matt reached over and clicked off the light. The only light entering the room was that of the moon's through the window. It cast a pale glow on the two men as they both wrestled with sleep. Matt fell asleep almost instantaneously, having drunk considerably more than Freddie did. Freddie tossed and turned for a good while. He found that he couldn't fall asleep, which was weird because he usually passed out fairly easily after having a few beers. Freddie tried his hand at fixating his gaze on something in the room until just staring at it made him fall asleep. He chose the closest thing to his face, which, unfortunately, was Matt's . He stared at his pale white for a good ten minutes, focusing in on every detail. His toenails were clipped just short of reaching behind the digits to which they were attached. The toes were spaced fairly far apart so that no two toes touched each other, except the last two, but just barely so. Even in the dark, he could make out the light pink color of Matt's soles, and studied every contour and curve on his large . The more he gazed at Matt's , the more curious he became. For starters, Matt had fairly big , and he knew well the rumor surrounding guys who had large . He wondered if that possibly applied to Matt. He was a pretty big guy himself, standing at six--three. Someone his stature surely had a nice-sized penis. Freddie shook his head. Why the hell was he thinking about this? He continued concentrating on his , which now took on sort of a hypnotic quality. He found something strangely alluring about his . He wasn't quite sure what it was. When he wafted his in front his face playfully earlier, he shrunk back in disgust, but he actually didn't find that there was an unpleasant odor. He knew well that there was a whole subculture of people who found a guy's sexually appealing. He wondered exactly where the appeal lay in that. generally don't smell that great, especially after a workout or other strenuous activity. Besides, wasn't anyone who was into that sort of thing worried about coming in contact with athlete's or some other weird bacteria? He couldn't figure it out, but the more he stared, the more curious he became. He looked down at his own for a second. He didn't think they were that spectacular; as a matter of fact, he thought they were kinda stubby, and he thought he was maybe due for a toenail trimming. Freddie then turned his attention back to his friend's . This definitely wasn't natural, thinking about his friend's so intently. But dammit, he had to satisfy his curiosity. He debated for awhile maybe touching Matt's somehow, but then figured it would wake him up. He also then figured that Matt would be too drunk to wake up or possibly even care, so what the hell. Freddie very hesitantly placed his index finger on Matt's big toe. The sensation didn't wake him up at all. He didn't even stir. He then placed two fingers, and then his entire hand, on his wide sole, and that didn't wake him up either. Nothing seemed to be waking him up. Freddie then thought about how some guys went as far as to lick other guys' . He actually contemplated it for a second until, moved by some strange sort of impulse, Freddie leaned in and kissed his big toe. Matt stirred very slightly, but didn't give any other sort of reaction. He kissed it again, and once more, Matt moved the tiniest bit. Freddie eventually gave in to his weird desires and this time, slipped his mouth over Matt's big toe. He kept it there for about a minute to gauge Matt's reaction. A moan escaped from Matt's sleeping lips. Freddie couldn't believe it. He seemed to be sort of aroused by what was happening. He slipped his mouth off of Matt's big toe and then slipped it over the next largest toe. He kept it there for another minute before moving on to the next toe, and kept the process going for the remaining toes on his . As agitated as he had become, Matt never actually seemed to wake up. Encouraged, Freddie kept at it. He took the big toe in his mouth and then began sucking on it like a lollipop. He circled his tongue around the nail and the flesh underneath it and over the top of the toe and its underside. He did the same for the rest of his toes, and then he traced the contours of Matt's very large with his tongue. As he did so, he began to enjoy what he was doing. The taste of Matt's was rather pleasant, and the same could be said for its smell, as well. As his tongue ran down Matt's sole, he became increasingly lost in his own world and decreasingly aware that he was licking the of someone who was asleep and would probably kill him if he woke up. He didn't care, of course. He was really getting into what he was doing. Matt had such interesting , so different from his own. Freddie then thought about how wild it would be if Matt actually had woken up and, enjoying the feeling of his hot breath and saliva on his , had decided to do the same to his ! Of course, that probably wasn't going to happen. It was best for him to stop, but he couldn't resist any longer. He loved licking Matt's . Freddie's tongue ran along Matt's ankle bone, circling it, and then tracing back up along the side of his . He darted the tongue in between his toes, lapping up the spittle that was already there and dribbling it down onto his soles. The saltiness of Matt's flesh was causing Freddie to salivate even more, and he found it incredibly sexy to be dousing Matt's dogs with his own spittle. He hoped Matt never woke up. Of course, when someone is running his tongue all over one's , one's bound to take notice. Matt had secretly been aware this whole time that Freddie was giving in to his impulses and sucking on his toes and licking his . Not only was he not angry, but he was actually happy, and a bit aroused. He was also waiting for the perfect moment to surprise Freddie, who still evidently thought he was asleep. Freddie, at this point, was rubbing his face into Matt's soles, basking in the invigorating scent of man . This was incredible, he thought to himself, as incredible as the fact that Matt was still sleeping while he was doing this to him. If only he was awake to see what he was up to! All of a sudden, Freddie felt a strange sensation on his own . It was warm, hot and moist, and it engulfed the toes on his left . He looked down and, to his complete shock, saw Matt sucking on his toes! Holy shit! He really had been awake the whole time! Not only that, but he was loving everything he was doing to him, and wanted to do the same to him in return! This was unbelievable. Matt was thinking the exact same thing. Here he was, sucking on the of one of the hottest guys in Hollywood, Freddie Prinze, Jr. The guy who had fucking banged Sarah Michelle Gellar was now lying parallel to him, sucking on his own , too. Now that they had recognized that they were both awake and that they both enjoyed what was happening, the two men went to town on each other. Freddie practically slobbered over Matt's large , and Matt tried to take as much of Freddie's into his mouth as possible. The very act of wrapping your lips around a hot guy's equally hot was just too much for either man to bear. This was quite possibly the sexiest thing either of them had done. Casting the blanket that had been draped over them off the bed entirely, Freddie and Matt exposed the erections that were bulging through the crotches of their boxers. Freddie took his right from Matt's grasp and then ran it in circles over his crotch. Matt responded in kind by removing his right from Freddie's mouth and similarly rubbed his crotch with it. The two men continued sucking toe and rubbing their on each other's crotches, dampening the front of their boxers with their spit-slick right . Their hard cocks pulsated underneath the silk of their boxers, especially when irritated with the erotic sensation of warm, moist flesh rubbing against them. Freddie, acting on another sudden impulse, slipped his under the elastic waistband of Matt's boxers and rubbed his against Matt's hard tool. Matt moaned and sucked on Freddie's with increased lust. Matt slipped his own right up the left of Freddie's boxer shorts and felt around for his engorged penis. Finding it, he massaged it with his spit-slick , running his toes over the shaft and dipping them in the precum dripping from Freddie's cock. He removed his precum-laden from Freddie's shorts and waved it in front of Freddie's face, indicating that he wished him to lick his precum off it. Freddie gladly did so, and tasting precum for the first time, decided he wanted a little more. He removed Matt's from his mouth and his own from Matt's grasp. Sitting up, he instructed Matt to lift his hips up off the bed and then eased his boxers off using his hands. He allowed Matt to do the same to him. The two men were now both naked, and hard as hell. Once again turning so that he was facing in the direction of Matt's , Freddie maneuvered himself so that he was hovering over Matt. His dripping penis dangled in Matt's face, and Matt's own oozing cock stood straight up, seeking Freddie's attention. Completely free of inhibition, Freddie went down on Matt's stiff six inches, taking the reddish cockhead into his mouth and sucking on it as he had sucked on his toes. He lowered his hips to allow Matt easier access to his own penis, which was begging to be sucked by this point. Matt obliged him thoroughly, taking about half of his cock down his throat. He had never sucked cock before, but he was glad that his first time was with a good friend of his. He always thought Freddie was super hot with his dark hair and alluring brown eyes and sexy good looks, and he couldn't believe he was finally getting the chance to suck his engorged cock. He slurped on it with delight, reveling in the taste of another guy's dick for the first time. This was a night of many firsts for both men. The two men were now engaged in a hot, writhing sixty- nine. Freddie's mouth was wrapped around Matt's dick, and Matt's lips were sliding up and down Freddie's thick pole. The two men moved their heads and hips up and down in a cyclical motion, trying to give each other the most pleasure possible. All the heavy footsucking action had gotten both men extremely hard, and now they were both desperate to not only reach their orgasms, but to help one another reach his orgasm. Friends are supposed to give and receive equally, after all. Freddie was having the time of his life. He didn't consider what he was doing weird or perverted at all. He had always had a latent attraction to Matt, whom he considered very charming and just a fun person to be around. He had loved being with Sarah Michelle, and as far as he can remember, he never really fantasized about any of his male friends. Now, however, he would always consider the outside possibility that maybe, just maybe, he could do something with one of his famous male friends too, like Matt or Ryan Philippe. The fact that Matt was married made this even wilder, somehow. That fact wasn't lost on the six--three actor either as he massaged Freddie's stiff organ with his lips and snaked his tongue around his aching shaft. This was incredibly taboo, and perhaps adulterous, but he was lost in an ecstatic fog as the two men sucked each other hungrily. He thought that more friends should please each other like this. The heat of what was happening was causing sweat to collect on their bodies as they vigorously sucked on each other's stiff cocks and grasped each other's hips for support. Freddie traced his fingers over Matt's warm flesh, which elicited a moan from Matt as he sucked even harder on Freddie's organ, which was completely hard in his mouth. Matt, in turn, reached up and caressed Freddie's smooth asscheeks. He had such an amazing ass; it was smooth and slick with sweat, and just perfect all-around. He groped the flesh of his backside as he feverishly slurped on Freddie's hard shaft. Freddie was going mad with delight as he felt that familiar burning sensation deep in his cock which caused it to twitch wildly in Matt's moist mouth. He felt that his orgasm was imminent, and he continued to suck on Matt's cock with increased vigor. The sensation of having his cock sucked was absolutely fucking great, and he hoped Matt was feeling the same way as he moved his lips up and down Matt's irritated cock. The pressure slowly began to rise in Freddie's cock. Matt was really good at sucking! The more intense the sensation in his groin became, the more intense his own cocksucking became. He could feel his spunk rising up his cock as he sucked ferociously on Matt's cock, and then, in one intense explosion, his cock erupted inside of Matt's mouth. Matt nearly choked on all of Freddie's , which came out in rapid-fire bursts. He wasn't able to get all of Freddie's warm, sticky inside of his mouth, and the remainder dribbled out of his mouth, down the sides of his face. He continued sucking on Freddie's cock, anyhow, in an attempt to eke out more semen from his throbbing member. He let as much collect in his mouth as he could before he swallowed any. Matt rolled Freddie's manjuice around in his mouth, swirling it with his tongue against his cheek, and then very slowly gulped it down so as to savor the awesome taste. It was slightly salty and bitter, but the very fact that it came out of Freddie's cock made it all the more thirst-quenching for him. Freddie, having blown his load, was preparing for Matt to blow his. He sucked with an intense passion, dire to coax as much from Matt's cock as possible. Matt started bucking his hips, an indicator that he was ready to climax soon. Matt's nuts drew up tight under him as he let out a glorious blast of jism from the core of his penis. All of it went directly in Freddie's mouth, who had vacuum-sealed his lips around Matt's member. Like Matt, he couldn't quite get all of it in his mouth, and some of it dribbled back down onto Matt's irritated, spastic cock. It itched like crazy as it started shooting out more streaks of into Freddie's hungry mouth. The couchbed shook as Matt shivered with the intensity of his orgasm. He continued pumping semen into Freddie's awaiting mouth until he was completely drained. He couldn't believe how totally amazing he felt as Freddie slurped up as much of his freshly shot as possible and let the rest slide down his still stiff cock. Freddie got off Matt and turned around to face him. Both men had streamers of dripping down the sides of their mouths. They giggled and kissed, the heavy taste of and the faint essence of lingering in their mouths. They wormed their tongues into each other's mouths, tossing about the remaining bits of semen that still rested in their mouths. They lapped up the that was hanging out of the sides of their mouths and off their chins. They rubbed their , which were still slick with sweat, against each other, Freddie having to stretch a bit to reach Matt's . Freddie and Matt lay there like that, embracing each other and toying with each other's , rapidly limping cocks pressed against each other, until the two of them fell asleep on the couchbed together.