Date: Wed, 8 Dec 2010 09:46:38 EST
From: Julyguy1@aol.com
Subject: Freedy the sniff

Freddy the sniff.  Copyright Alex Carr 2010


Freddy didn't mince words. I liked that though. You knew where you  stood.
I always thought there was more to that look he gave me in the past  than
he let on.
Or did I recognise his lustful look because I was as Bi as he  was?
I guess it had to happen eventually and certainly I did not discourage  it.
There was something about Freddy that really magnetised my passion  buds.
It was a dream that did it. What was all that about?
Why did I dream  of Freddy for god's sake!?
We, that is Freddy and me were having great sex in  the kitchen.
I'd been peeling potatoes and he came up behind and I felt this  sudden
surge between my buttocks.
Freddy lodged in the upstairs float to me  and for some reason was in my
flat!
He yelled at the same time he was trying  to poke me with my jeans on that
he fancied the ass off me, That it was quality  ass and was asking for a big
stiff fuck.
And there was me, not telling him to  bloody well lay off but more
concerned with him trying to poke me withy my jeans  on
"Much better off" I couldn't believe I was saying to him.
But first he  knelt behind and pushed his face into my jeans, panting that
my tight ass was  irritable and there he was sniffing and doing things. Like
I could feel his  mouth moving there thro0ugh my jeans.
And it was really turning me on.
I  had a cock like a stiff cucumber bulging beneath my pants
Freddy wasn't slow  top notice either...
"Wow! We do have a problem don't we, it looks like it  needs some airing
and although I love to smell you through your jeans I  would like to suck
cock too."
I told you ate the beginning Freddy was not one  for mincing words.
But this was just a dream wasn't it.

No it was for real. It was the next day and it was reall6y happening. I
shook my head and turned around and sure enough it was Freddy smelling my
pants.

Next thing he stood up and undid my belt and downed my pants, just like
that. My cock jolting out under my boxers, more room now, and obviously a real
 turn on for Freddy who was not just poking at my ass but also wanking my
cock.

"I th9nk we had better go to bed don't you, Pete?" he said like his tongue
 was hanging out..
"And you smell great and I want more, so it is to bed  then?, first there
gets it first"
I didn't have much option, it was he who  came up with the idea and he was
already halfway up the stairs with his ripe  cock bouncing about.

Somehow he had prompted me to sit on the side of the bed, and stuffed his
big cock into my mouth. "It will need priming if you want it up your tight
fat  ass" he yelled.
I was more concerned that he tho0ught tit was fat!

"Just a figure of speech" he added, "It is lovely, so tight and fuckable,
now get on with the jo0b in hand, or should I say in mouth!"

Anyway with my mouth full of cock I could not say much, he held my head at
the back to prevent me coming away and I felt his bulging cock stretch my
cheeks, I closed my eyes and sucked, tasting the earthy pungent flavour I'd
known many tomes before when I'd sucked Badger in the allotment shed., the
old  guy who paid me for my ass and me without a jo0b and eighteen was
finding it a  good income, although Badger and his mate who shared me made sure
they got their  moneys worth.

As I sucked Freddy I saw he had my soiled boxers bunched up and he was
sniffing them, little did I know then he was one of those sniffing addicts but
I  was soon to discover more when, ripping of his briefs, fresh with the
spurting  of his cum when I sucked him, he first showed me, tramlines and all,
und gagged  me with them, the crutch piece wedged tightly in my mouth,
tightly secured at  the back as he took my ass over the edge of the bed, pillows
planted underneath  my stomach to get the right height, with his stiff cock
thrusting into me like a  frenzied piston engine,

It was nice. Yes it was, the feel of quality cock up inside me was always a
 wonderful experience ever since dear old Badger, bless his heart he is
dead now,  fucked  me regularly unt8il I was numb and sore there, he rubbing
ointment  into me making it feel better, but come a couple of days there was
his mate  waiting for it too, so I had the tw0 of them plying me, me sucking
one as the  other fucked me relentlessly, watching each other doping what
they were doing  being more of a turn on to fuck and suck me even harder. And
the times my mouthy  was filled with hot sticky white cum was never ending,
I use to have a giant  sized bottle of cola to wash my mouth out afterwards,
and even then I could  still taste cock for hours after.

Now it was the same with Freddy, remembering that familiar taste, suck one
and all the others are similar, the taste anyway, but I shouldn't complain
because I have been well satisfied,
And it was good I had given others  satisfaction too,

Next day Freddy was contenting himself with my smothering, me standing
beside the bed, one foot resting on the side and well open for him to take his
sniff of me, feeling his tongue explore between my ass, tease and rim me
and  suck my cock and balls, then he jumping onto the bed, face up ready to be
groped  and smothered, me astride his face and lowering down until my whole
cock and  balls were pressing against his face, him sniffing and wanking me
until, I shot  my load all over his face, he loving it and licking it all
down.

All these things we4e happening almost every day and occasionally when he
was in the mood, most of the night too. He bought these handcuffs to attach
me  to the bed rail as he had his way with me, my whole body seemed in one
way or  another to be served by him, and when he regularly spanked my ass
crimson until  I yelled I knew he would give me suck a wonderful ti9me
afterwards, with the  deep massaging, the licking and sucking all over, I willingly
took the temporary  pain . It was wonderful and I shall  never forget Freddy
the  sniffer.