Page 79 of Freshman

“I’d stroke myself in front of you until you couldn’t resist.”

He did just as he described and rocked his hips.

“Until you just had to have me,” Alfie continued.

Nate’s eyes would darken, and his jaw would drop open, and he’d be so turned on by Alfie’s display, he’d be panting.

“Are you getting off to this?”

Alfie ignored Nate’s words. It was obvious he was getting himself off. Nate was watching him in the fantasy. “I’d make a ring with my thumb and forefinger, slip it down to the base and up to the top, and you’d see, you’d see just how wet that gets me.”

He groaned with how good it felt, how arousing it was to be watched by Nate. He’d put on a good show, promised Nate he would down the phone with a breathy whine.

“Christ, Freshman.”

Alfie tightened the ring of his fingers at the head of his cock, then loosened the coil as he dropped his hand down again. “I’d stroke myself until I panted, until I begged you to take over and wriggled restlessly. I’d be shivering uncontrollably.”

Alfie breathed harshly, and when he heard Nate’s rasping voice, it turned him on even more.

“Have you any idea…” Nate growled.

“Idea?”

“What you’re doing to me right now?”

Alfie licked his drying lips and groaned. “I’m making you want me.”

“I do want you. Fuck.” Nate exhaled. “I told you before, if you only knew how many times I’ve got myself off thinking of you.”

Alfie bit his lip. “First time.”

“Huh?”

“This is the first time I’ve done this thinking of you. The first time I’ve touched myself like this since I saw you that night because I knew…I knew if I jerked off, I’d think of you and I knew I shouldn’t.”

Nate smirked. “I’m not that bad—”

“Yeah, you are. That’s the problem.” Alfie’s strokes had stuttered. He lost the rhythm he’d been steadily building, but he quickly picked it up again, jerking faster. “But I don’t want to fight it anymore.”

“Fight what?”

“How much I want you. How much I want you to have me, to do whatever you want with me.”

“Tell me…tell me how you’d want me to finish you?”

Alfie bit his lip and hummed. He rested the phone on his collarbone and reached for his cock with his other hand.

He gasped, licking his lips. “You’d use two hands, one firm and fast, the other barely touching my sensitive head.”

Alfie used his fingertips to rub fast circles on the sensitive head of his cock. With his other hand, he rubbed up and down his length at a leisurely pace. His toes curled, and his arse clenched, so close to the edge he could no longer stop it even if he wanted to.

“You’d lean close and whisper Freshman in my ear.”

Nate moaned loudly, and Alfie moaned back to him.

“Freshman,” Nate whispered.

Alfie held his breath, lifted his hips, and then froze as the orgasm slammed into him. He couldn’t finish his train of thought, could only feel the rush of it as it swept through him.

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