Page 54 of The Freshman

“Touch me. I’d want you totouch me.”

“I wouldn’t take advantagelike that., I’d take care of you, make sure you didn’t vomit in thenight, and put painkillers and water by the side of your bed forthe morning.”

Alfie whined. “But if I’mhard?”

Nate chuckled. “As tempting as thatwould be, I would control myself. I wouldn’t break your trust likethat.”

Alfie huffed angrily. “I hateyou.”

“No, youdon’t.”

“Fine. I’d do itmyself.”

There was a pause, then a stuttered,“Wh—what?”

Alfie exhaled shakily and snuck hishand into his joggers. He gripped himself and whimpered at thefirst stroke. His cock was hard and drooling at the tip. A mixtureof the alcohol, Nate’s voice, and the fantasy had aroused him tothe point his groin ached.

“Freshman, what are youdoing?”

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

He did just as he described and rockedhis hips. Nate’s eyes would darken, and his jaw would drop open inhis pant for air.

“Are you getting off onthis?”

Alfie ignored Nate’s words. It wasobvious he was getting himself off. Nate was watching him. “I’dmake a ring with my thumb and forefinger, slip it down to the base,and up to the top.”

He groaned with how good it felt, howarousing it was to be watched by Nate. He tightened the ring of hisfingers at the head of his cock, then loosened the coil as hedropped his hand down again. “I’d stroke myself till I panted,until I wriggled restlessly on the bed and shivereduncontrollably.”

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

“Jesus, Freshman, what areyou doing to me?”

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

“I do want you. Fuck.”Nate moaned. “Tell me how you’d finish.”

Alfie bit his lip and hummed. Herested the phone on his collar bone and reached for his cock withhis other hand.

“You’d finish me.” Hegasped, 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 fastcircles on the sensitive head of his cock. With his other hand, herubbed up and down his length at a leisurely pace. His toes curled,and his arse clenched, so close to the end of thefantasy.

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

Nate moaned loudly, and Alfie moanedback to him.

“Freshman,” Natewhispered.

Alfie held his breath, lifted hiships, and then froze as the orgasm slammed into him. He couldn’tfinish his train of thought, could only feel the tingle ofecstasy.

Alfie kept his hips hovering above thesofa and moaned loud enough to vibrate his chest. He shudderedthrough the waves, with his cock jolting in his hands.

Alfie tightened his grip to feel thethrob, and he twitched his fingers in the warm stickiness of hiscum. He wanted Nate to be there, wanted to open his eyes and seehis smug smile, but all that faced him was the blank ceiling. Heused his cleanest hand to grip the phone and held it in front ofhis face. Nate hadn’t disconnected the call. The numbers werecounting, but Nate wasn’t speaking.

“Nate?” hewhispered.

There was a harsh breath, and thenNate’s wrecked voice. “You’re something else, Freshman. Drive me sofucking crazy.”

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