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.