Date: Thu, 30 Apr 1998 01:06:35 EDT
From: EBayBarber <EBayBarber@aol.com>
Subject: Frederic

Frederic                                                    copyright 1998    

I flew into London on business recently.  Got into Heathrow around 2:00, took
the hotel bus to my hotel, checked in, unpacked, laid down for a nap, got up
and checked my Damron's guide to see which bars I wanted to hit later in the
evening.  I popped into the bar for a pint, then decided to check out the
hotel restaurant.  I'm glad I did!

The guy who seated me was a pleasant-enough fellow.  My waiter, on the other
hand, was drop-dead gorgeous.  He was young, maybe 25 or 26, just the way I
like them.  He had straight brown hair, parted in the middle, a bang hanging
over his forehead, which I wanted so much to brush back into place!  A nice
face, straight nose, sexy eyes, which seemed to see right through me when I
looked into them.  And it looked like he had to shave maybe once a month, if
that much; his face had only a slight covering of downy hairs along the sides
of his face, below the ears.

Frederic (the name on his tag) had a body to match.  He was maybe 5'10", a
couple of inches shorter than I was.  He had moderately broad shoulders and a
somewhat developed chest, like he wrestled or played rugby, tapering down to a
30" waist beneath his tight white shirt and vest.  A nice basket showed in his
trousers, and I could hardly keep from staring at the tight, fuck-able butt he
presented whenever he turned to leave my table.  All in all, it was a great
package, one I would not mind unwrapping and getting to know better!

I think Frederic noticed, and could even be interested, and perhaps enticed
into letting me unwrap him.  I don't present such a bad package myself.  I'm
32, also have straight brown hair and sort of a Fu Manchu mustache only cut a
little bit shorter on the sides.  I have cute, lick-able dimples (so I've been
told, and since they've been licked, I guess they are lick-able!)  I played
sports in college, mostly baseball and running, and I've kept in shape since
then lifting weights and still running.  I think I caught him staring at my
basket occasionally as he brought stuff to the table.  And I could swear I
heard him sigh as he watched me walk past him on the way to the loo.

I wasn't sure who started it first, me making sure that I was in a position
that Frederic had to rub against me as he bent over to fill my water, or
deliver each course, or take away my empty plates, or him making sure to rub
against me as he bent over to provide such service.  In any event, "body
contact" was made.

By the time I was ready to order dessert (and hoping that Frederic would be my
post-prandial snack), I knew one of us would have to make a move.  I started
by commenting, "You seem to be running around a lot tonight.  Are you always
this busy?"

Frederic replied, in an oh-so-sexy voice, English but with a hint of Austrian
accent-I learned later that he was born in Vienna, but had come to England
when he started secondary school, "We're short one waiter this night.  We
usually have five, and only have four."

I continued, as he poured my coffee, "I hope you don't have to work late
tonight.  You look about done in."  Before he could reply, he was off to help
some impatient customer at another table.  Jeez, the nerve of that guy,
interrupting my foreplay!

"No, I am the lucky one," he replied, continuing our conversation where we had
left off, as though he hadn't run off to help others and to bring me my petit
fours.  "I only have to work until 10:30, and I'm not on the clean-up crew
tonight."  That last sentence was called quietly over his shoulder as he went
running off.  A hint that he might be available in just twenty minutes or so?
I could make coffee and dessert last until then.

As Frederic came back to refill my coffee, I commented, "That doesn't give you
much time to get a drink and relax, does it?  Don't pubs close at 11:00?"

Coming back to my table after five minutes or so, to fill my coffee-fifteen
minutes to go-Frederic replied, "Yes, it gives me only a few minutes to unwind
before getting kicked out and having to go home."  Then he added, running off
again, "Too bad there's not some place where I could relax longer."  Or did he
say, "Where we could relax longer?"  Time to take the final plunge...

As Frederic came back to give me my cheque-ten or fewer minutes to go-I
suggested, "There's always 3102 Forte Night Lane."  That stopped him for a
moment, then he gave a short laugh as he figured it out (Forte Night was the
name of the hotel chain), and was off again, getting me my change.

"You know," Frederic said as he came to my table, "We're not supposed to
fraternize with the guests."  But the way his leg was rubbing up and down-ever
so slightly-against the side of my thigh as he set down the plate with my
change, suggested he might be willing to make an exception.  "I get off in
five minutes," he added.

"Well, then," I replied, "Maybe it's better if--"  I stopped, watching the
corners of Frederic's start turning downward.  "--the staff just doesn't find
out!"  I finished, and Frederic's cute face perked up again.  "I'd better
leave now," I said as I got up.  "See you in a few," I added quietly and
hopefully.

I left the hotel restaurant, glancing over my shoulder to see Frederic looking
after me.  I headed up to my room, brushed my teeth, and checked to make sure
that various things were readily available where they might be needed.  I also
took off my tie, and found a decent radio station-about all one can hope for
in London-and set the volume fairly low.  And waited.

After about ten minutes, I heard a discrete knocking on my door.  "Room
service," I heard through the closed door in Frederic's accented English.  I
opened the door, to find him standing there, looking ever so cute and
huggable, with a tray in his hand on which rested a snifter of brandy and two
cans of beer.

I opened the door to let him in.  As he passed he said, "I hope you like
brandy.  I really need the beers.  I've been working since noon today."

"It's perfect," I said as I closed the door.  "Set the tray down and come
here," I added.  Frederic set the tray down, then turned as I approached him.
I put my arms around him and hugged him close.  We stayed like that for a few
seconds, his head resting against my shoulder as I held him.  I felt the first
stirrings in my crotch.  Through the material I could feel the first stirrings
in his crotch, also.

Finally, Frederic pulled his head back, then stared deeply into my eyes as he
moved his lips close to mine.  We tongue-wrestled for a good minute before we
broke apart for air.  "You must be hot," I exclaimed, reaching to untie the
bow tie around his neck.  Frederic stood there patiently as I manipulated his
arms and removed his vest.  I could not help but stand there, delighting in
his lithe body, then reaching and giving a slight tweak to the nipples already
aroused beneath his tight shirt. 

My fingers just brushed Frederic's smooth sides as I carefully untucked the
tails of his shirt.  Slowly I unbuttoned it, savoring the view of his smooth
chest as it came into sight.  After I had removed his shirt, I stood there,
almost drooling, before moving closer and bending.  I lightly brushed the tip
of my tongue against a tit, and felt Frederic shudder from my touch.  I moved
across to the other tit, and again tickled it.  This time Frederic sighed as
he trembled with pleasure and anticipation.  Suddenly I stepped back, and
said, sternly, "Somebody needs a shower!"

Frederic made a pout and said, "Well, I've been working all day!  Are you
surprised that I smell sweaty?"

"That's okay," I replied, cheerfully, "I like giving boys showers!"  With that
I bent down and carefully untied and removed his shoes.  I help my breath as I
picked up each foot (one at a time, for all of you grammatical purists) and
removed its sock.

"Hey, wait a minute," Frederic exclaimed.  "How come you are getting all of
the fun?"  So I stood there as he untucked my shirt, unbuttoned it, and slowly
pulled it apart to reveal my own smooth chest.  Frederic looked surprised-
maybe puzzled would be a better word-I guess he expected, from my hairy face
and darkish, almost swarthy, complexion, that my chest would be at least
somewhat hairy.  Never the less, he rubbed his hand up and down it and seemed
to revel in the smooth skin.  I sure enjoyed his touch.

I stood there as Frederic knelt to remove my shoes and socks.  I got a good
look at his smooth, muscular shoulders and back, as he bent over.  As Frederic
stood up, he ran his hands along my legs, apparently pleased with the muscles
he felt beneath the cloth.  He carefully avoided the crotch, not wanting to
appear too forward, I guess, as he stood up, then leaned close to me for
another round of hugging and kissing, this time allowing our naked chests to
rub up against each other.

I felt between us and started undoing Frederic's belt buckle.  I then undid
the top button, and slowly unzipped his pants.  I felt his erection through
his boxers, as I lowered his pants and he stepped out of them.  I stood there
for a moment, admiring the slim body facing me, and the tent-pole thrusting
his boxers outward.  Just a few wisps of hairs below his navel, disappearing
into his boxers, gave a hint that he had any hair at all.

Frederic reached for my own belt buckle, undid it, then unbuttoned my pants.
He lowered the zipper, then lowered my pants and held them as I stepped out of
them.  He carefully folded them and set them on a nearby chair.  He looked at
my crotch, covered in bright blue bikini underwear, then looked again.  He
looked puzzled; I guess he was surprised at how flat my underwear was against
my skin, the outline of my hard cock and balls silhouetted perfectly against
the taut material.

Frederic leaned closer, than ran his hand up and down my erection and balls.
His fingers brushed the skin of my abdomen surrounding my cock, trying to
figure out what was going on.  Then he slowly grasped the sides of my
underwear and slowly lowered it.  And looked.  He was expecting to see the
first hints of pubic hair, and it wasn't there.  So he lowered the underwear
further.  Still no hair.  Finally he lowered it to the top of my cock, then
pulled it outward, allowing my cock to spring free.  "You've got no hair!" he
exclaimed.  "Kinky!"

He continued lowering my underwear, then stood back to admire my smooth
crotch.  He leaned forward to rub the skin surrounding my cock, then started
playing with my smooth balls.  "It feels great when they're smooth," I told
him.  "And it feels great when you suck on them," I continued.  "You'll get
your chance in the shower."

When he'd had enough playing, and stood up, I leaned forward and took hold of
the sides of his boxers.  I, too, lowered them slowly, prolonging the
anticipation of seeing Frederic's young cock and balls.  Soon the first bit of
pubic hair was showing.  I stopped pulling on one side of his boxers, and took
hold of the hair.  "Looks like someone needs a shave," I said.  "And I'm just
the person to give it."  

Frederic grinned, and his cock seemed to get harder beneath the material.  I
took hold of the briefs again, and continued lowering them, until at last a
most delightful uncut cock and balls were facing me.  His cock stood out
almost at right angles to his body, six inches of man-meat ready to be sucked
on.  His balls were hidden beneath a surprisingly thick bush.  I took hold of
them and slowly ran them through one hand.  Frederic closed his eyes and
actually started purring with pleasure.

Frederic opened his eyes when I let go of his balls.  "Come on," I said,
"Let's go shave and shower."  Then I added, "Or shower and shave, to be
precise."

Frederic hesitated a moment, then said, "It grows back, doesn't it?"

I said, "Of course, why do you ask?"

"Well, yours looks so smooth, and I can't feel any stubble," he replied.

"I like the feeling of being so smooth," I said, "That I had my hair removed
permanently.  They used lasers, so it didn't hurt as much as electrolysis.
But with shaving, you'll be good as new in a month or so.  That'll be just in
time for my next business trip over here."  With that I turned and walked into
the bathroom.  Frederic, led by his still rock-hard cock, followed.

I turned on the water to the shower, then motioned for Frederic to get in.  He
looked in, and saw the can of shaving cream and a couple of brand-new razors,
still in their plastic wrap, waiting for him on the edge of the tub.  "You
were planning this," he said.

"I'm always prepared," I said with a grin.  "Now hop in, and let me in; it's
getting cold out here!"  With that Frederic stepped into the shower, and I
followed and closed the shower door.  I then turned to him, and gave him a
deep kiss, my hard cock tangling with his as we kissed passionately.

After a while we broke our embrace and I picked up the large luffa sponge I
always travel with.  I soaped it up, then took hold of one of Frederic's arms,
and held it out straight and soaped it from his wrist to his shoulder.  I
rinsed off the sponge, soaped it again, and cleaned Frederic's arm pit.  I
then took hold of Frederic's other arm, and washed it as thoroughly as the
first one. 

I then turned Frederic around, and carefully scrubbed his neck, then continued
scrubbing down his back to what had to be one of the most fuck-able-looking
butts I had seen in ages-my initial impression in the restaurant had been
right on the money.  Too bad rimming is unsafe; if ever there was an ass worth
rimming, it was this one!

I rinsed and soaped the luffa, then scrubbed Frederic's butt.  I told him to
spread his legs, and he bent over, resting his hands on his knees, presenting
me with such a sight I could hardly catch my breath!  I spent a considerable
amount of time rubbing that sponge up and down Frederic's crack; he just stood
there, sighing, and occasionally his lips would open as if to invite further
exploration.  But that would have to wait until later...

While I was behind Frederic, I continued soaping and scrubbing the backs of
Frederic's legs, down to his ankles.  Those I picked up, and held them like
you'd shoe a horse, and scrubbed his feet, and between his toes, and around
his ankles, being careful not to tickle him.  If you're into feet-I'm not
particularly-this boy would be for you!

I then started up the front of Frederic's body, as he stood there, still
leaning forward with his hands resting on his knees until I had moved up his
legs far enough that his chin was about resting on my shoulder.  He stood up
then, and I carefully took his balls and ran the rough luffa sponge over them.
His cock got yet harder, if that was possible.

I skinned back the foreskin, and delicately scrubbed the mustiness away.  That
took a couple of rinses-he'd really been working hard and sweating that day.
At last my nose could detect no scent of "manliness," and I began scrubbing
the rest of Frederic's cock.  The motion of my sponge along the length of his
cock got his breathing heavily, and I could see his balls tighten up, so at
last I stopped.

When Frederic's breathing had returned to normal, I stood there looking at
him.  "That was close," he replied, grinning.  "Almost too close."

"Well, if you'd come then," I said, "It would have been that much harder and
more fun making you cum again!" 

"But I usually can't cum again for a couple of hours," Frederic replied.

"So what's your point?"  I said, also grinning.  With that I soaped up the
luffa again and began scrubbing my way up Frederic's chest.  When I reached
his tits, I scrubbed in between, and around them, then continued up Frederic's
upper chest, then did his neck and chin.  

I rinsed off the sponge, soaped it up again, and told Frederic to close his
eyes.  I then carefully scrubbed his face, his forehead, paying particular
attention to the delicate ridges and inlets that made up his rather delicate
ears.  I scrubbed his cheeks-his upper ones-then washed his nose and the spot
above his lips where the barest hint of a moustache was growing-maybe if he
waited another ten or fifteen years.

Finally, at last, I moved to scrub his tits.  "They're very sensitive," he
pointed out.  So I just barely touched the tips of them as I ran the luffa
back and forth.  Frederic sighed, then closed his eyes and leaned back against
the shower wall to prevent from falling.  I followed with the sponge, just
barely caressing and torturing those perky nipples that twitched with each
touch.  I looked down to see the first pearls of pre-cum appearing from the
tip of Frederic's piss slit.

Not wanting Frederic to come-yet-I stopped.  Frederic opened his eyes to find
out why I'd stopped.  "It's time to see what's hidden beneath all of that
hair," I said, playing pulling at the hairs covering Frederic's balls.  

Frederic was surprised when I momentarily stepped out of the shower, leaving
the door open.  "Face me and look sexy," I called out, not that Frederic would
have any trouble looking sexy, even wearing a blanket around his body.
Frederic turned, and I snapped a picture of this perfect specimen of young
manhood.  I had him pose in a couple of different position, squatting, back
turned, looking over his shoulder; soaping up his chest, arm raised as he
"cleaned" his underarm-the body was a regular porn photographer's dream!  At
last I had had enough, and stepped back into the shower.

"I like 'before' and 'after' pictures," I said.  With that I picked up a small
wet-and-dry electric shaver and turned it on.  "Spread your legs a little," I
told Frederic.

"Just a minute," he said.  He then stepped out of the shower and picked up the
camera.  "I want some pictures to remember you by," he said.  "I will give you
my address and you can mail them to me."  His eyes twinkled as he added, "Or
maybe you can give them to me when you come back to give me my next shave!"

After he'd taken a couple of pictures of me, he put down the camera and
stepped back into the shower.  "Let's do it!  Frederic exclaimed, turning to
face me.  With that I picked up the shaver again, and ran it along the sides
of Frederic's cock, leaving the patch just above untrimmed.  I then ran the
shaver around Frederic's balls, exposing two small, but delicious-looking
orbs.  I reached between Frederic's legs, moving his balls out of the way
above my wrist as I trimmed the hairs beneath and behind his balls.  I had
Frederic turn around, and gave his crack a couple of swipes with the razor,
'though they hardly needed it.  At last I adjusted the trimmer, and shaved the
patch I'd left above Frederic's cock, leaving maybe 1/4" of stubble to give
his man-organ some definition.  After a couple of photos, that would come off,
too.

I set down the electric shaver, and picked up a safety razor.  Call me old-
fashioned, but I think single blades do a better job than standard double
blades.  The small hairs don't get stuck between the blades.  Also, I prefer
using water as lubrication, instead of using shaving cream; it lets me see
what I'm doing.  After all, I wouldn't want to cut off the wrong thing by
mistake!

So I turned Frederic around, so the water cascaded down his chest onto his
crotch.  I took a towel from the rack at the back of the shower, and put it on
the floor, and knelt to work on Frederic.  With a few scrapes of the blade,
the small treasure trail leading downward from Frederic's navel to the trimmed
patch above his cock was, as they say, history.  I ran the blade down each
side of his cock, then ran my fingers delicately along his soft skin, checking
that I hadn't missed any hairs.

I then focused my attention on the pole that had nearly poked me in the eye a
couple of times when I had leaned forward to check my work.  Grasping it
lightly by the tip, I ran the blade first downward, from the tip to the base,
then lightly upward from the base.  I started at the top, working my way
around either side, then pointing Frederic's cock straight up to do the
underside.  A few more drops of pearly pre-cum gave proof positive that
Frederic was enjoying my ministrations.

I took hold of Frederic's balls, and pulled them outward, gently, stretching
and tightening the skin of his sac.  A few strokes of the blade and that skin
was smooth.  I moved my hand upward, and got the underside, the skin between
the base of Frederic's cock and his balls.  Only then did I start in the hard
work, cleaning off the skin surrounding those luscious gems.  I worked with
sure, quick strokes, holding the skin of Frederic's ball sac, then scraping,
then taking hold in a different spot, then scraping.  Everyone once in a while
a drop of pre-cum fell onto the back of my hand.  I quickly lapped it up,
nectar as my reward for doing a good job.

At last I was done with the main piece of work.  I told Frederic to spread his
legs, then even squat if he could.  I reached beneath his balls and carefully
scraped the insides of his thighs.  They were relatively smooth, anyway, so I
was soon done.  I then moved behind him, to finish up, to expose the spot
where the treasure was buried.  

Frederic had stood up, once again, so I had him bend over, bracing his hands
on his knees.  I scraped gently down the sides of his ass crack, then held
them apart as I ever so gently removed the last wisps of hair surrounding his
young ass lips.  They seemed to part as I worked, as if they were welcoming me
in.

With such an offer I could hardly refuse.  My own cock had been so hard for so
long that it was almost aching.  I moved closer behind Frederic, encircling
him in my arms, gently brushing his tits from behind, and gently nibbling on
an ear as I rested my chin on his shoulder.  He shuddered in anticipation,
then nodded as I whispered, "May I?"

Frederic watched as I picked up a foil packet and turned away out of the
stream of water from the shower.  He reached for the bottle of lubricant, and
carefully applied a couple of drops to the end of my throbbing organ.  Then he
took the foil packet from my hand, opened it, and rolled the safety onto my
cock.  Only then did he turn around and brace himself against the shower staff
wall, spreading his legs, lips opening wide as I poured some lubricant into my
hand.  I gently rubbed it the lubricant into the satin-y skin surround his ass
hole, then circled inward, at last thrusting first one, then a second finger
into that waiting hole.

I shouldn't have bothered; Frederic was ready and able to take my man-meat
without me first opening him up with my fingers.  So I lined up my cock with
his hole, then gently pressed forward.  I waited, letting him adjust.  While I
waited I reached over and rinsed off my hands (always the practical one-that's
me!)  I moved closer, thrusting deeper.  Frederic sighed, then began making a
sort of humming noise.

Once again I put my arms around him and just held him as I pressed deeper.  At
last I was in all the way, my smooth abdomen pressed firmly against his smooth
ass cheeks.  I reached down, and ran my fingers lightly over his newly-smooth,
and now very sensitive skin.  I ran my fingers along his cock, then gently
worked his balls between my fingers.  One of my hands reached upward, again
tickling his tits, which had swelled as I had entered him.

I moved my hips back, withdrawing, then pressed inward again.  Again I stopped
before moving out again.  With slow, rhythmic strokes I continued fucking
Frederic.  He continued sighing, and humming, his cock twitching and leaking
with each thrust.  But, alas, soon I was close.  I could tell by the way
Frederic's whole body had tensed that he was close, too. 

So I stopped, holding myself pressed against Frederic, before reaching down,
taking hold of the condom, and slowly withdrawing.  Frederic looked over his
shoulder at me, whispering, "Why?" or maybe, "What?" to which I whispered
back, "Hush, I have other plans for us."

I quickly rolled the condom from my cock, then took hold of the luffa, soaped
it up, and carefully cleaned my cock.  I skinned back the foreskin, and
carefully wiped away all traces of lubricant and whatever else lurked there.
Not I would fail a short-arms inspection!

Rinsing and once again soaping the luffa, I carefully wiped away all traces of
lubricant from Frederic's ass hole and crack.  I couldn't help but linger,
playing with this wonderful toy beneath my fingers.  Turning Frederic around,
I carefully wiped off his cock, leaving it free of all traces of our recent
liaison.  I then stood up and hugged Frederic close.  He opened his mouth,
then pressed his tongue deep into my mouth.

Soon his tongue left my mouth, working its way down my chin to my chest.
Frederic bent over, tickling and flicking his tongue against the tips of my
tits.  Mine were much less sensitive than his, but still reacted to his touch.
He continued kneeling, brushing his tongue against my smooth chest, working
his way lower.  He knelt before me, then pressed his tongue into my navel,
then circling it, then moving down the smooth skin above my cock.  He seemed
to delight in its smoothness, licking the skin around the base of my cock
while never actually licking my throbbing organ.

At last Frederic took my cock into his mouth.  By then I was so sensitive, and
so close, that with just a little more attention and I would have burst forth
with man-juice.  Frederic stopped, sensing I was close, before taking hold of
my cock, pointing it northward, and running his tongue along the underside,
from the tip to the base.  Reaching my balls, he took one, then the other,
into his mouth.

I was surprised, but pleased, that he could hold both of my balls, for they
are large, and few men can comfortably hold them both.  He ran his tongue
around and between my balls.  A drop of pre-cum dripped onto his nose then
left a sparkling streak as it rolled down to the tip.  Frederic paid no
attention, continuing to suck and lick on my smooth orbs.  With his hand he
reached between my legs, rubbing my perineum delicately, before moving on to
my own ass crack.  He rubbed just the tips of his fingers around my ass,
without penetrating.

I pulled his head back, carefully disengaging my balls from his mouth-I, too,
was getting close.  He stood up, brushing his lips one last time against the
tip of my cock.  I held him for yet another moment before reaching behind me
to turn off the water still cascading over us.

I got out of the shower and reached for one of the hotel's luxurious robes.  I
handed it to Frederic.  I put on the other one, and led him out of the
bathroom.  I took the camera with me, and told Frederic not to fasten the belt
of the robe.  I got pictures of him walking into the bedroom area, robe
hanging over seductively.  I got pictures of him lying on the bed, just a hint
of privates showing.  Frederic made me do the same thing, and he snapped away
with the camera.

I took off my robe, and Frederic did likewise.  We got pictures of each other
like that, on our backs, on our stomachs, faking sleep; asses up in the air,
ready to be fucked; legs spread, waiting to be sucked.  I told him to hold
that last pose, and went back into the bathroom for a washcloth and a razor.

I came back, and moistened the little pubes that I hadn't shaved.  With a
couple of swipes of the razor, the last cachet of manhood (other than a
growing cock) was gone.  I took some pictures of Frederic's now totally
denuded body, my hard-on hurting as I looked at his too-sexy body.

I put down the camera, and got down to serious sex.  I started nibbling
Frederic's ears, before moving to his neck, then eyes, then chest.  I nibbled
on his tits, causing squeals of pleasure.  I stuck the tip of my tongue into
his navel.  I ran my tongue gently across his newly-shave abdomen, again and
again, as much to give me pleasure as him.

I took each smooth balls gently into my mouth, sucking, running my tongue over
them.  I had both of them in my mouth.  I moved my face lower, ticking
Frederic's balls with my moustache as I tongued the soft fleshy underside of
his balls and the skin leading back to his ass.

At last I moved back and almost wolfed down Frederic's cock.  I pushed his
foreskin back with my tongue and lapped the tender and sensitive skin beneath.
I tasted the pre-cum leaking from Frederic's cock as I worked by mouth back
and forth.  All too soon (well, maybe half an hour after I started nibbling on
his earlobes, but only a couple of minutes after I'd started on this last
sensitive organ), I felt Frederic's balls tightening up beneath my chin.  

There was no need for Frederic to murmur, "I'm there," as I pulled my head
off, then gently worked Frederic's cock as it spew forth its seed.  I licked
and tongued Frederic's balls, forcing out the last drops to spray across his
chest.  At last he rested his hand on mine, holding it there.

I stood up as he lay there, panting.  I came back from the bathroom holding a
moistened washcloth and a towel with which to clean off Frederic's still-
heaving chest.  I then sat down next to him, and watched.

Frederic looked up at me, then slowly bent his legs, drawing his ankles to his
buttocks, then spreading his knees.  His intentions were clear, but as he
thrust his pelvis upward a couple of times, he said, "Now it's your turn to
get off."  "Come sit here," he added, patting his chest.

I sat carefully on Frederic's chest, my cock pointed at his chin.  He put his
hands behind my hips and pulled me forward until the tip and first couples of
inches of my cock were within reach.  He bent his head forward and sucked me
in greedily.  Back and forth his head moved, as he got me harder and harder,
closer and closer.

When he was satisfied that I was hard enough, he reached to the bedside table
and grabbed a condom.  He unwrapped it without letting go of my cock.
Suddenly he let go of my cock, moved his head back out of the way, and slid it
onto my straining cock.  He handed me the lubricant and ordered, "Go for it!"

I reached for a bottle of lubricant and a towel that I had conveniently put on
the bedside table, then slithered back along Frederic's body.  I worked my
knees behind his spread legs, and lifted his already-raising legs to my
shoulders as I positioned my cock.  I then realized that I had not applied any
lubrication.  I stopped momentarily, and squeezed some lubricant just above
Frederic's hole.  I then slid my cock back and forth, working the lubricant
onto the condom and into the opening where my treasure was buried.

Once again I positioned my cock, then slowly leaned forward.  Frederic's
waiting ass sucked me in like it had missed its last meal-judging by the
little cries of pleasure, perhaps it had been a while since Frederic had been
taken.  Anyway, once my cock was well seated, I wiped off my hands, then
slowly ran my hands up Frederic's smooth body until I was lying on him.  He
wrapped his arms around my shoulders, and hugged me close as my cock was drawn
deeper into his ass.  Only after I had returned his hug, and a deep kiss which
lasted as long as we both could hold our breaths, could I get down to the
serious business at hand.

I would like to say that I fucked Frederic half the night away.
Unfortunately, I was already close to orgasm when I began making love to him-
indeed, if 90% of sex is in the mind, then I had already come a half dozen
times just being with, and shaving this boy-god.  Within five minutes of my
first penetration I had come, and my cock had started to soften.

I pulled out slowly, and was somewhat surprised to feel a sticky mess between
my chest and Frederic's.  I looked down at it, then into Frederic's eyes in
surprise.  "I thought you said you couldn't come a second time within hours,"
I said accusingly.

"Well," he said, "It depends on the circumstances.  And these happen to be the
right circumstances."  Grinning, he added.  "I bet if you fucked me again, I'd
come again!  Wanna try?"

I shook my head, as I sat back, then slowly pulled off the condom, being
careful not to spill anything.  "Actually, it's gone quite late, and I have a
presentation I have to make early tomorrow morning."  I got up and made my way
to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.  I came back with yet another
moistened towel with which to wipe off Frederic's chest.

Frederic sat up to watch me as I wiped off his chest, then took his cock in my
hand and carefully wiped it off.  I then moved downward and wiped as much of
the lubricant off his ass as I could.  I then smacked him on the bottom and
called out, "Next!"

Frederic got the hint, and climbed out of bed.  "When might I see you again?"
he asked.

"I'll be in town tomorrow," I said.  "I'm staying here tomorrow night, then
driving up to Birmingham.  I then fly home, and won't be back for a month,
when I could bring you the pictures."

"Tomorrow night I am off work," Frederic said, starting to put on his clothes.
"Perhaps we could see a movie or go dancing or something?  I'd say we could
stay in and you could shave me again, but I don't think there'd be much for
you to do."  Frederic added, "How about if I meet you at the station at seven?
Then we can go have dinner, and dance, then come back and snuggle.  Or
whatever."  By then he was buttoning up the last button on his shirt and
slipping his feet into his shoes.

"I'm looking forward to 'whatever-ing' with you tomorrow night!"  I replied,
smiling, "But dinner and dancing beforehand would also be nice."  I leaned
forward and straightened out Frederic's collar.

Frederic picked up the brandy snifter with which we had begun our private
interlude earlier that evening.  "I must return this to the bar," he said-
always the perfect waiter.  He lifted the snifter and took a long breath of
what fumes remained in the glass.  Then he turned to me and bent forward to
kiss me goodbye.  "Until tomorrow night!" he said, then like a wraith he was
gone.

'Whatever-ing' with Frederic the second was almost as much fun as 'whatever-
ing' with him the first.