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.