Date: Wed, 31 Jul 2002 15:27:35 -0400
From: bedroomathlete84@hotmail.com
Subject: Celeb Foot Fun: Matt and Freddie's Sleepover

Disclaimer: This is the second in what will probably be a
series of stories about male celebrities who enjoy playing
with each other's feet.  This installment involves Matthew
Lillard and Freddie Prinze, Jr. having a sleepover at
Matthew's house, where they both discover the joys of
footsucking.  I don't have to tell you that this is a
fictional story, I don't know either Matt or Freddie, and
this isn't meant to imply anything about their sexuality.
You shouldn't be reading this if you're under 18 or aren't
into feet.  If you aren't the first and you are the second,
then read on.  Comments/compliments/constructive criticisms
(and possible story suggestions) can be sent to
bedroomathlete84@hotmail.com.

       Celeb Foot 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 foot.  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 feet, which
was maybe worse than having to face his face.
     "Well, goodnight dude.  Hope you enjoy my smelly feet!"
Matt said, sticking his large left foot 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 feet.  He stared at his pale white
feet 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 foot.
     The more he gazed at Matt's feet, the more curious he
became.  For starters, Matt had fairly big feet, and he knew
well the rumor surrounding guys who had large feet.  He
wondered if that possibly applied to Matt.  He was a pretty
big guy himself, standing at six-foot-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 feet, which now took on sort
of a hypnotic quality.
     He found something strangely alluring about his feet.
He wasn't quite sure what it was.  When he wafted his foot
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 feet sexually
appealing.  He wondered exactly where the appeal lay in
that.  Feet 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 foot 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 feet 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 feet.  This definitely wasn't natural, thinking
about his friend's feet so intently.  But dammit, he had to
satisfy his curiosity.  He debated for awhile maybe touching
Matt's feet 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' feet.  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 foot.
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 foot with his tongue.  As he
did so, he began to enjoy what he was doing.  The taste of
Matt's foot 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 foot 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 feet, 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 feet, had
decided to do the same to his feet!  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 feet.
     Freddie's tongue ran along Matt's ankle bone, circling
it, and then tracing back up along the side of his foot.  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 feet, 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 feet.  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 feet.
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 feet.  It was warm, hot and moist, and it engulfed
the toes on his left foot.  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 feet 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 feet, 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 feet, and Matt tried
to take as much of Freddie's foot into his mouth as
possible.  The very act of wrapping your lips around a hot
guy's equally hot feet 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 foot from Matt's grasp and then ran
it in circles over his crotch.  Matt responded in kind by
removing his right foot from Freddie's mouth and similarly
rubbed his crotch with it.  The two men continued sucking
toe and rubbing their feet on each other's crotches,
dampening the front of their boxers with their spit-slick
right feet.  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
foot under the elastic waistband of Matt's boxers and rubbed
his foot against Matt's hard tool.  Matt moaned and sucked
on Freddie's foot with increased lust.  Matt slipped his own
right foot up the left leg of Freddie's boxer shorts and
felt around for his engorged penis.  Finding it, he massaged
it with his spit-slick foot, running his toes over the shaft
and dipping them in the precum dripping from Freddie's cock.
He removed his precum-laden foot 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 foot from his mouth and his own feet
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 feet, 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-foot-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 cum, which
came out in rapid-fire bursts.  He wasn't able to get all of
Freddie's warm, sticky cum 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 cum 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 cum 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 cum 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 cum 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 cum dripping down the sides of
their mouths.  They giggled and kissed, the heavy taste of
cum and the faint essence of feet 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 cum that was hanging out of the
sides of their mouths and off their chins.  They rubbed
their feet, which were still slick with sweat, against each
other, Freddie having to stretch a bit to reach Matt's feet.
Freddie and Matt lay there like that, embracing each other
and toying with each other's feet, rapidly limping cocks
pressed against each other, until the two of them fell
asleep on the couchbed together.