Frank

by B J Smyth

  “Here you go,” I say, placing the drink on the table. I sit on the seat next to him and slide my hand along his thigh. “Great to see you.”

  “You too. I’m pleased you’re here, I was feeling like meat on a deli counter because of the number of guys that have checked me out as they walk in the bar,” he says.

  “Well, I’m not surprised; you’re a good-looking lad,” I reply with a smile.

  “Thanks. So, have you had any thoughts what you would like to do tonight?”

  The look on my face must have given away what was on my mind.

  “I know what I would like to do with you, but a drink and a chance to get to know a little about you will do for tonight,” I say.

  His face flushes at the comment and a little laugh escapes his lips. “That sounds good. I’ve not eaten, though, so do you mind if we grab a bite to eat as well?”

  “I’m up for that, let’s have this drink. What do you fancy to eat?” I ask

  He gives me a cheeky grin. “If you were on the menu, a nice thick sausage,” he says with a laugh, “but pizza will be okay.”

  I laugh and raise my eyebrows; putting my arm behind him on the chair, I lean in closer and he moves towards me, closing his eyes as our lips meet and we exchange a sweet kiss.

  We finish our drinks and head to a local pizza place, sharing an extra-large pizza. The conversation still flowing, we chat about things we like movies, TV, and music, finding we have a lot of things in common. My cock stirs against the leather jock as he chats; I definitely want to get him back to my place, to feel his smooth skin beneath me in my bed.

  It turns out he lives around the corner from my house, so we agree to head back towards home before the bars empty and the trains get packed with drunk people. Sitting on the train talking, I invite him back to my place for a coffee, I’m sure he will not refuse.

  Getting off the train, we walk towards my house. I keep my hands to myself as we walk along I have never been big on public displays of affection in the street. My house is on a new estate; it looks like a small house from the outside, but then most new properties seem to be small nowadays. Unlocking the door, I gesture him to go inside. Closing the door, I pull him into my arms, my lips touching his. I press my hard cock against him; I feel his stiffen between us.

  I trap him against the wall as my tongue pushes deep into his mouth; his body relaxes and he moans as my beard rubs against the smooth skin of his face. I’ve always wondered what the attraction to younger guys was about, but now I have this boy in my arms and I can feel the adrenaline rushing through me from the power of being in control. I continue grinding my cock into him as he grinds back into me. Breaking free from his mouth, I roughly bite the side of his neck and he groans with pleasure as I tease him. Taking his earlobe between my teeth I bite and pull, testing his pain levels to see how far I can push him. Ripping his T-shirt free from his jeans, I slide my hands around his waist, the softness of his skin sending shivers through me as I hug him tighter. Lost in the passion of each other. I tease him with bites and kisses, making him relax, my age and experience leading him to where I want him.

  “Shall we go upstairs?” I ask, my voice breathless in a low growl.

  “Yes.”

  “Take your shoes off, I never wear them indoors.”

  We slip our shoes off and he holds my hand as I lead him up the stairs. Ever since that brief encounter in the pool I have wanted him naked in my bedroom, so I can take him privately at my leisure.

  I grab the sides of his T-shirt and pull it off over his head. A moan of approval leaves my mouth as I admire his hairless chest, casually running my fingers over his body. I step away from him. He watches me intently as I unbutton my shirt, each one revealing more of my hairy chest. He lets out a gasp as he notices I’m wearing a leather chest harness. The black straps bound tight to my body, silver studs tracing along the leather. I pull my shirt off and drop it on the floor.

  His eyes flicker as he admires the leather nestled against my thick hair and the tattoo inscribed down the right side of my body. He moves as though he is about to reach out to me, but hesitates, then changes his mind. Standing still, he continues to watch me undress. His breath quickens as I pull the belt loose on my jeans. Unbuttoning the fly, I slide them down my legs. A loud gasp of excitement leaves his lips as he sees I’m wearing a black leather jock strap. His eyes brighten as they feast on my leather-bound body.

  Removing my jeans from my feet, I pull my socks off at the same time. I stand and look deep into his eyes, trying to read his thoughts as I step closer to him, my cock throbbing and leaking. I grab his belt, giving it a tug to loosen it. Unbuttoning his jeans, I slide them to the floor, kneeling down as I drag them to his ankles. My face is now inches from his cock, hard and throbbing, a large wet patch on the front of his white briefs.

  “Nice tight white briefs, just what I like,” I whisper in a low, seductive tone.

  I press my face against his cock; taking in a deep breath, I moan with pleasure, making his cock throb against my mouth. The smell of his boy cock turning me on more. I lick the pre-cum from the cotton material as I lightly bite his cock through his briefs. His hands grab hold of my hair as he moans loudly, rubbing his cock into my mouth. I slide my hands up the back of his legs, grabbing the back of his briefs, I pull them down, freeing his hard, wet cock.

  I lick and bite his shaft, working my way to his balls, tracing my tongue over them. Licking back up the shaft, my lips close over the head of his cock and I circle my tongue around the head. He thrusts into my mouth, his moans echoing around the room. I can tell he is near the edge; as he thrusts faster, I pull my mouth away. I don’t want him to come yet.

  Standing, I grab his arms and shift him over to my bed. Pushing him lightly, he falls back onto the bed, his cock hard and throbbing. I climb onto the bed, straddling his legs so his cock rubs against my leather jock. Lowering myself onto him, my mouth a breath away from his lips, I trace tongue tenderly over them. Teasing him as the cold studs of my chest harness brush over his hard nipples, my fingers lock into his, gripping tight as I push my tongue into his mouth. I can feel his cock grinding against my jock as I press myself against him.

  I kiss him intensely, exploring his mouth with my tongue. He is thrusting wildly against me, his cock hitting the studs on my jock. It must be sending him over the edge. I feel his body tense, then convulse and spasm, his breathing heavy and loud, as cum shoots between our bodies.

  Lifting myself back onto my knees, I stare down at him, his cum dripping from my jock onto his cock. I pick up his cum with my fingers and suck them into my mouth. He lays still, trying to regain his breath as he watches me eat his cum. Pulling at the sides of my jock, the straps come apart and I remove it, throwing it behind me onto the floor. My cock is hard and throbbing, the skin stretched back entirely from the head as I look into his eyes.

  “My turn now,” I say, smiling down at him.

  Shifting on my knees, I move up his body, dragging my cock against his skin until my knees settle under his arms. I rub the head of my cock over his lips as his tongue licks between them. He parts his lips, opening his warm, wet mouth for me. Pushing my cock into his mouth, I let out a moan as he closes his lips around my shaft. I thrust slowly, in and out of his mouth. He lifts his hands to my arse and grabs my cheeks, pulling me deeper into his mouth, this isn’t the first cock he has had in his mouth.

  I fuck his mouth, rocking on my knees, my thrusts getting faster as my moans turn to low growls. He digs his fingers into my arse, encouraging me to go deeper into his throat. I respond, ramming my cock harder and deeper into his mouth, his young mouth taking my full length. I buck against his face as I roar deafeningly, my warm, salty cum filling his mouth. I feel my legs shaking as the orgasm takes hold of my body. Keeping my cock in his mouth, he sucks and licks it clean, swallowing every drop of my cum. I climb off him, lying on the bed next to him, my breathing heavy and loud.

  “I fucking needed that,” I say, br
eathless, my voice still shaky.

  “So, did I, you’re one fucking hot guy,” he replies as he rolls over and snuggles his head against my chest. I wrap my arms around him, hugging him close as he entwines his legs with mine.

  “I’m glad I met you at the pool; you’re just what I need,” I say.

  “Yeah, me too,” he replies as he rubs his face against my hot, sweaty chest.

  We lay together whilst our bodies relax. After some time, I look over at the clock on my bedside table, the LED display reading twelve thirty.

  “You best head home, it's getting late,” I say.

  “Yeah, I suppose I should,” he replies, a hint of disappointment in his voice.

  He clambers off the bed and gathers his clothes together, neither of us say much as he gets dressed. I grab a pair of shorts from a drawer and slip them on. Once he is dressed, I follow him back downstairs. At the bottom, he slips his shoes back on and turns to face me.

  “I’ve enjoyed tonight,” he says.

  “Me too,” I say, then lean in and give him a kiss.

  “Will you be at the pool tomorrow?” he asks.

  “Probably not, I have a lot of work to catch up on and it’s been a late night. I will be there on Monday.”

  “Okay, I will see you then.”

  I give him another quick kiss, then open the door so he can leave.

  He walks down the path, looking back at me as I close the door. Tonight has made me even more eager to fuck him, to be in control of him.

  8. Sunday.

  The sun breaks through the crack in the bedroom curtains; a single beam of light searches out my eyes. I roll over and look at the clock, it's only seven thirty. I shift on the bed to avoid the light; I can’t be bothered to get up and close the curtains.

  I shut my eyes, trying to go back to sleep. Memories of last night make my cock stiffen, Carter with my cock deep in his mouth, his eyes staring up at me as I face-fuck him. I slide my hand down and grab my cock, gently rubbing the skin back and forth. He is a lot younger than any guy I have been with before.

  The thought of having sex with a lad, young enough to be my son, seems weird in one way, but the thrill of being wanted by someone so young has given me an ego a boost. That’s just what I need after the breakup from Charles. I devoted years of my life to him, putting up with his moods and tantrums if he didn’t get what he wanted. I even got him a manager’s job in the local coffee shop. I made sure he was well looked after and how did he repay me? By fucking a young barista from the coffee shop.

  I caught them fucking in the storeroom early one Sunday morning. He tried to win me over, he even tried to convince me it was because of me not wanting sex that drove him into it. My cock softens as I think about that day.

  Maybe that’s why I find Carter so attractive, paying Charles back for what he did. The worst thing is I do still care about him. After all he put me through, the way he treated me, it still doesn’t wipe out the years we spent together.

  I look back over at the clock. It's seven forty-five, there’s no point just laying here thinking about the past. I head downstairs and make a coffee, sitting on the sofa in the lounge. My skin sticks to the leather as I recline the seat and pick up my phone.

  More emails from work. Ignoring them, I browse through Facebook, which has some funny videos but also a lot of doom and gloom. I wonder why people feel the need to share everything in their lives to people they may have never even met before.

  Finishing the coffee, I head upstairs to shower and dress. I clean around the kitchen, do washing, and give the house a quick vacuum. The one good thing about Charles was that he loved housework; he was very OCD, so I never had to do anything around the house. I learnt very early in our relationship that cleaning was a waste of time, as he would just follow behind me cleaning it again.

  All the chores done, I drive over to the care home to pick up Mum, dropping by the shop to buy the magazines she wants. Sundays are the day we get to spend time together unless she has something on with the care home. She loves going out for a drive in the country and we always stop off at a pub for lunch.

  She is sitting in the foyer when I arrive.

  “Morning, Mum, how long have you been sitting there?”

  “Oh, not long dear, I was chatting with Rose. She has gone to do her washing.”

  “Come on then, let’s get you in the car,” I hold her arm and lift her from the chair, holding her steady as we walk to the car.

  Once she’s settled in the front passenger seat, I click her seatbelt into place, then get into the driver’s side.

  “Where to today, my Lady,” I joke, pretending to be her chauffeur.

  “A lovely drive in the country, please, young sir,” she says with a smile.

  “Country it is, then.” I start the engine and pull away.

  She chats away as we drive, telling me about her friends in the home. It’s nice to see her happy and relaxed and I get the peace of mind she is being looked after whilst I’m busy working.

  We drive around for about an hour then pull into a pub for lunch. I help her out of the car and she holds my arm as we walk into the pub garden. It is a nice day, and she enjoys sitting outside to eat. I settle her at a table and go inside to order the roast dinner, paying so we don’t have to wait at the end for the bill. Mum gets aggravated if she has to hang about when she is ready to leave.

  Sitting back at the table, she chats more about her week while we wait for the food to arrive.

  “How’s Charles?” she asks.

  “I don’t know, I haven’t seen him for months. Remember, we're not together anymore.”

  “Oh, yes, sorry, dear, I do forget things.”

  She has become more forgetful lately and seems to repeat herself a lot, but then she is seventy now. A waitress brings the food out to the table and we both eat.

  “That was a lovely dinner,” she says.

  “Yes, it was delicious and even better when you don’t have to cook it.” I laugh.

  “What’s the time?” she asks.

  “Just after two.”

  “I best go back, bingo is on at four and I don’t want to miss it.”

  “Okay.” I give a little laugh and smile to myself.

  Driving back along the country lanes, she sits next to me, smiling as she watches fields pass by. I help her back into the foyer of the care home and hand her the magazines.

  “Oh, thank you, I have read all the others.”

  “I know, Mum.”

  “Okay, dear, say hello to Charles from me.”

  I give her a smile. I’ve lost count of the number of times I have reminded her about me and Charles breaking up. “Okay, Mum, I will see you next week.”

  “Okay, drive safely,” she gives me a kiss and I wave as I head back to the car.

  I sigh as I start the engine and head back to the house, spending the rest of the afternoon working through emails before heading off to bed.

  9. Monday.

  The alarm wakes me up; these early mornings come around too soon. I head downstairs for my coffee. I’m looking forward to seeing Carter at the pool, another chance to see him naked in the shower and maybe have a little fun. I want to get there before him this morning. Avoiding the emails on my phone, I get ready to go to the leisure centre.

  I thought he might have dropped me a message yesterday to mention something about the night before, as he seems keen to get together. But I don’t know much about him or his home life, he may have been busy all day like me.

  The women are already outside so I walk over to them and say hello. They smile politely and continue with their conversation. I look down the path to the entrance that Carter will come through. My cock is stiffening as I think about him in the shower. It seems like I am standing there for hours before he appears around the corner.

  I see him striding along the path towards me, I turn and give him a smile.

  “Morning, Carter, how are you doing?” I ask, staying as casual as I can in
front of the women.

  “Morning, I’m good, thanks,” he replies.

  The receptionist opens the door and we walk along together to the changing room. I sense a little tension from him, but I’m not sure why.

  “Did you do anything nice yesterday?” I ask as we enter the changing room.

  “Just the usual swim in the morning and then I spent the day at the flat with Brandon. How about you?” he asks with a flippant tone.

  “I was working at home most of the day, then went to visit my mum and took her out for a Sunday roast. It’s something she enjoys.”

  He seems to relax a little after hearing about Mum. “Does she live far away?” he asks.

  “No, she is in a local care home; another reason I picked this area to move to, so I could see her more regularly.”

  “That’s nice of you. There are too many people who don’t have time for their parents.”

  “She is seventy years old in July. My dad passed away five years ago and she couldn’t cope on her own, so she moved into the care home. She loves it there, she has made new friends and they take her on day trips. It’s the best move she’s made.”

  We both get changed into our trunks whilst we chat and Carter seems more relaxed than when he arrived. Putting our things in the lockers, we head for the pool. I walk behind him down the corridor and grab his arse.

  He playfully smacks my hand away. “Cheeky,” he says with a giggle. He looks back at me and I smile at him. Stopping at the showers, we both have a quick rinse under them. I pull him close to my body and softly kiss him, hugging him tight to my wet chest, his cock stiffens as my tongue traces over his lips.

  “Good to see you again. I really enjoyed the other night,” I say then kiss him again.

  “So, did I, but look what you’ve done now,” he says, looking down at his hard cock stretching the front of his trunks.

  “We can deal with that later, let’s hit the pool.”

  He follows me out of the showers his face flushed. We swim the thirty lengths together, not speaking much, but it’s good spending time with him. We leave the pool and head to the showers.