Frank

by B J Smyth

  Hanging up the towels. I pull my trunks off before I turn the shower on, my cock semi-hard. I see him lick his lips as he looks at me and I give him a wry smile. He slips off his trunks, his cock standing to attention as he presses the button to start the shower. I reach over to grab his cock when we hear a man coughing in the corridor. We both turn to face the wall, our cocks soften as a guy walks into the shower area. Hanging his towel, he stands on the other side of me. I lather up my body, trying to seem as casual as I can, catching him glimpse down at my cock as he turns on his shower.

  I was expecting him to have a quick rinse before heading to the pool, but instead he’s lingering in the showers. He is definitely sneaking peeks at my cock. He is short and chubby, probably in is thirties. I finish washing and walk away to get my towel, leaving Carter with the chubby guy. As I take my things out of the locker, Carter is already back in the changing room.

  I turn and face him admiring his soft cock.

  “Well, that was awkward,” I say with a grin.

  “I’m sure he was checking you out.”

  “Lucky me,” I laugh.

  “That interrupted our morning,” he says with dissatisfaction in his voice.

  “We shouldn’t really take risks here. I have a house we can use anytime.”

  “Yeah, I guess you are right. I can’t help it if I find it hard to keep my hands off you though,” he says.

  “Patience, there is a time and place for everything,” I say. “I’m working late this evening, but you’re welcome to come over for dinner tomorrow evening.”

  “That would be great, what time shall I get there?”

  “About seven o'clock. Do you eat meat?”

  “Yours, or in general?” he jokes with me.

  “You can have mine for dessert, what would you like for the main course?” I say, laughing at my comment.

  “Whatever you fancy cooking, I eat any meat.”

  “That’s good then,” I say, raising my eyebrows at him. “Okay, it’s a date then.”

  “Cool, I look forward to it.”

  I have gotten dressed whilst we chatted and he is still standing naked watching me. Picking up my bag and walking over to him, I have a quick look down the corridor to check no one is around and listening for the shower running. I grab his cock tight in my fist and pull him against me. Pressing my lips to his, my tongue pushes deep into his mouth, kissing him passionately.

  “See you tomorrow evening, sexy,” I say stroking his cock.

  “Are you not swimming in the morning?”

  “I’ll be working late, so probably won’t be up early enough.”

  “Okay, I will see you in the evening then,” he says, the disappointment hanging in his voice.

  “Have a good day,” I say, giving him one more kiss before I let go of his cock and walk towards the exit, leaving him standing naked with a hard on.

  I smile to myself as I walk back to the car; I’m sure I will get him to do anything I want. He is cute, but also seems a little desperate to be with me. A good combination to work with, but I will have to take it slowly with him. I will get his smooth boy arse soon and he will beg for it.

  Thoughts of Carter drift in and out of my mind as I drive between coffee shops. I eventually get home after nine, too knackered to do anything else, so I head to bed early.

  .

  10. Tuesday.

  The alarm bleeps. Switching it off, I roll over onto my back and stare at the ceiling. Images of Carter on my bed flash through my mind. My cock is hard as I slide my right hand over my abs and run my fingers down through my pubic hair. Gripping the base of my shaft, I slowly rub my fist up and down my cock. Spreading my legs, the chill of the room prickles against my sweaty balls. I kick the quilt away, laying naked on the bed as my hand moves faster, pulling the foreskin further back from the head with each stroke.

  My breathing becomes heavy as I squeeze my left nipple hard between my thumb and finger. Twisting and pulling the nipple, I send shivers of pleasure through my chest. I push my cock up into my fist as I twist and rub my shaft with my hand.

  Pre-cum leaking from the tip gives me the lubrication I need as I close my eyes. Images of Carter’s eyes looking up at me from the bed flood into my mind. I growl and pant, my balls tightening against my body as I edge towards my release.

  Pulling my skin back hard, I growl as warm cum hits my chest and white, sticky streaks lay over my thick dark chest hair. I continue gently stroking my cock as I pant for breath. My cock softening, I let go of it and rub the cum into my chest hair, enjoying the warm stickiness mixing with my sweat. I lie still for a while, the chill of the room tingling against the wet, sticky mess.

  I get up and shower before heading down for a coffee. Sitting on the sofa, I read through my emails. Today is my office day; I have to go into the head office and write up reports to present to the executive team. I prefer the days on the road as I feel I have more freedom, but luckily office days are only once a week and I can get away a little earlier, so I can prepare for Carter’s visit later.

  Getting dressed, I head off to work.

  Back at home, I get changed into a pair of joggers and sweatshirt. It’s nice to be casual and relaxed at home, free from my corporate work clothes. I’ve prepared the food and set the table; I’m waiting for him to arrive. Tonight will give us a chance to get to know a little more about each other. I don’t really know a lot about him. Looking out the window, I see him walking up the path and I go to the front door to let him in as he rings the doorbell.

  “Come in and make yourself at home,” I say, giving him a smile.

  “Thanks,” he says, walking into the house and kicking off his shoes at the front door.

  I close the door and pull him close, softly kissing him. I feel him relax into me, the warmth of his body against mine. I wrap my arms around him, hugging him tightly. He kisses me back; our tongues explore each other’s mouths as we grind our cocks together.

  “I’ve been waiting all day to do that,” I say, still holding him tight.

  “So have I. You have been on my mind all day.”

  “Good, that’s nice to know. Come on through to the kitchen, dinner is almost ready.”

  “The table looks lovely,” he says.

  “Thanks, it’s not that often I get to cook for people. Would you like wine, cider, or beer?”

  “Red wine, please,” he replies. His tone is a little off but I ignore it.

  I pour two glasses of wine and hand one to him. “Here’s to a nice evening,” I say, raising my glass.

  “Cheers.”

  “I cooked steak, as I thought it would be quick and we would get to spend more time together.”

  “That’s nice,” he says without a smile.

  “Grab a seat, how would you like your steak cooked?”

  “Medium, please.” He takes a seat at the table and watches me as I cook the steaks.

  “You’re quiet, are you okay?” I ask, picking up on his change of mood since coming into the house.

  “Yeah, sorry, just thinking about stuff.”

  “Anything interesting?”

  “Nah, just work, that’s all,” he says, trying to seem a little more upbeat.

  “What do you do for a job? We’ve never spoken about it.”

  “I work in the local NatWest bank as a customer agent, I’ve been there three years. What do you do?” he asks.

  “I’m an HR manager for the SnackTime coffee shop chain; I cover most of the southeast area.”

  “That must keep you busy.”

  “It does, but it makes me appreciate the time I get off.”

  I take over the plates of food and place them on the table, sitting opposite him.

  “Here you go, I hope it’s okay.”

  “It looks wonderful; nice to know you can cook well.”

  “You don’t get to my age without learning a few tricks. How are you at cooking?”

  “Not great, I’m lucky my flatmate Brandon likes to c
ook.”

  “I will have to meet him one day. Come on, dig in before it goes cold.”

  As we both eat, the conversation slows down. He eats all of his food, so I take that as approval. Once we finish, I stand and take the plates away, putting them in the dishwasher. Opening the fridge, I get the desserts, chocolate mousse, and place them on the table.

  “Are these homemade?” he asks with a smile.

  “Yes, hopefully, they will taste nice.”

  He takes a large spoonful. “It tastes great.”

  “Good.” I smile at him then finish my dessert.

  We drank a bottle and half of wine with dinner, I stand up and walk to his side. Leaning down, I kiss him softly. “Shall we head upstairs now?”

  “Sounds good,” he replies, standing up. I hug him tight and squeeze his arse. As our lips touch, my tongue pushes into his mouth, tussling with his. I kiss him passionately.

  “Come with me,” I say.

  I lead him down the hall, then up the stairs to my bedroom. The room is softly lit by the bedside lamps and a cool breeze is blowing through the curtains. A crisp, clean, white sheet is on the bed. Pulling him close, my hands tenderly caress his face as I look deep into his eyes. “You’re beautiful,” I whisper. Drawing my fingers under his chin and around the back of his neck, I hold his head still as I place my lips against his. Soft and warm, I lick along his lower lip and feel him relax.

  He kisses me back, his tongue eagerly pushing into my mouth. I suck his tongue in deeper, our kisses passionate and relentless as I shift him to the edge of the bed. Pushing him back, he falls onto the bed and I climb on top of him. Stradling his waist, my eyes connect with his and I see the want and need for me deep within them. I unbutton his shirt without speaking; his eyes are saying everything I need to take control. Gently rocking against his hard cock, I undo the last button, opening his shirt to reveal his chest and abs and I admire his youthful, smooth skin.

  A low moan escapes my lips as I lower my mouth to his neck, skilfully biting and licking my way down to his right nipple. His body relaxes beneath me, my tongue circles his nipple a few times, teasing it before I suck it into my mouth. He moans and arches his back as I suck and lick him, scraping my teeth against his nipple, and he groans as I swiftly soothe it with my tongue. He slides his arms around my core and scratches down the middle of my back, and my back arches as he digs his fingernails into my skin, making me moan. I continue to suck, bite, and lick his nipples.

  I raise myself back up on to my knees and undo his jeans. Grabbing the waistband and his underwear, I ease them both down his legs, shifting on the bed so I can remove them. His cock is free from his underwear, hard and glistening from his leaking pre-cum. I straddle him again, staring down at him lying on the bed and wearing just his shirt; it’s wide open and it turns me on so fucking much. I lick my lips before pulling my top off over my head, revealing my leather chest harness. He lets out a gasp at the sight of me, grinding his cock against mine, his pre-cum wetting my joggers as he wriggles beneath me. I lean down and kiss him, pressing the leather straps against his chest. He moans as every move makes his nipples rub against my hairy chest. My tongue explores his mouth as I press down onto him.

  His cock throbs against me as I continue to kiss him. Lifting myself off him, he watches me as I slide my joggers down, revealing my hard cock. I have a silver cock ring nestled around the base of my balls, enhancing the veins running down my shaft. I shift from one leg to the other as I remove my joggers. Straddling him again, my hand grasps our cocks together and slides up and down the shafts. Rubbing my fingers over the heads, I use our pre-cum to lubricate my fist as I massage our cocks together. He watches my face intently as I bring him closer to the point of no return.

  His body tenses and his face burns as I pump our cocks fast in my fist.

  “I’m going to come,” he calls out as he bucks hard into my fist.

  His cock throbs against mine as cum shoots onto his chest. My hand relentlessly rubs our cocks together as he writhes and moans beneath me with each load released. His cum now covers both our cocks and my hand. I release his spent cock, mine still hard and throbbing, covered in his cum.

  I slide my hand over his abs and up his chest, picking up cum as I glide it up towards his mouth. Lowering myself, I push my cum-soaked fingers into his mouth. He sucks and licks them, eating his own cum as I slide my fingers in and out of his mouth. The sight of him eating his own cum turns me on as I grind my cock against his. Shifting myself up along his body, my cock and balls slide over his wet, sweaty, cum-soaked chest, and I rest the head of my cock against his lips. His tongue licks the tip as I rub it over his lips and his hands grab my arse, digging his nails into me. I grasp my cock and thrust it in my fist, his tongue licking the head as I pull my skin back along the shaft.

  My breathing is getting heavier as my hand moves faster, bringing myself to the edge. With a loud roar, I pull my skin back. He closes his eyes as warm, thick cum hits his face, then I push my cock into his mouth. I watch him as he sucks and licks the last of my cum, teasing my softening cock until the sensitivity of the head is too much for me and I pull my cock out of his mouth.

  Climbing off him, I lay down beside him and kiss him softly, his tongue fighting with mine as I taste the cocktail of cum and saliva in his mouth. Breaking away from my mouth, he rolls into my body, entwining his leg between mine, and his head snuggles into my chest. We both lay silent and breathless for a while, the warmth of our sweaty bodies quickly cooled by the air in the room.

  “I needed that,” I say, as my fingers gently stroke his lower back.

  “Me too, I missed our session at the pool.”

  “Yes, I think we need to be careful what we do at the pool in the future, if there will be other guys about.”

  “Yeah, I suppose you are right,” he says with a little disappointment in his voice.

  He hugs me tighter. I kiss the top of his head and wrap my arms around him, pulling him on top of me. Our eyes meet and I stare deep into his.

  “You’re a lovely guy. I’m glad I met you,” I say in a low, sweet tone.

  “I’ve always wanted someone like you,” he replies.

  Leaning forward, I kiss him and squeeze his arse cheeks, pulling our bodies tighter together. I glance over at the clock.

  “It’s getting late though, you best head home, we both have work tomorrow.” I say.

  With a heavy sigh he rolls off me and lies on his back. “I suppose so, I enjoy being with you though.”

  “We will have a lot of time to spend together.”

  “Yeah, true,” he says. The tone in his voice gives away his reluctance to leave.

  I slap his arse as he stands up. “Be a good boy or daddy will have to give you a spanking,” I say with a laugh.

  “Promises, promises,” he replies with a laugh, a red mark glowing on his arse cheek.

  I clamber off the bed and we both get dressed. Walking downstairs to the door I give him one last kiss. “See you at the pool in the morning.”

  “I look forward to it.”

  I watch him walk down the path and then shut the door. Feeling exhausted, I head straight back up to bed.

  11. Wednesday

  I’m upstairs getting ready to go to the leisure centre when my phone rings. I rush downstairs in a panic, thinking something might have happened to Mum, as nobody else phones this early in the morning.

  “Hello,” I say out of breath.

  “Hello, is that Mr. Barker?”

  “Yes, speaking.”

  “I’m calling from City Hospital, we have you listed as the next of kin for Charles Redwood.” My heart is thudding in my chest like a jackhammer as my hands sweat.

  “What’s happened?”

  “Unfortunately, he has been involved in a vehicle incident. He is stable, but he is asking to see you. Would you be able to come to the hospital?”

  “Yes, certainly, I will come now.”

  “Thank you, he is on the Emer
gency Admissions unit, which is on the third floor.

  “Thank you.”

  I hang up the phone, my heart still jackhammering from the shock of the call. I quickly rush back upstairs and change into jeans and a shirt. I email the head office admin team, asking them to cancel all my meetings for the day. I get in the car and drive to the hospital, the adrenalin taking over, and I get there as quick as I can. Parking the car, I rush into the hospital and find the lift to the third floor.

  Signs direct me to the Emergency Admissions unit. I press the buzzer to gain access and a voice comes out of the intercom.

  “Hello, can I help you?”

  “Yes, I had a call to come in and see Charles Redwood.”

  The door buzzes and releases so I can go inside. Walking to the nurse’s station, they direct me to Charles’s bed.

  I walk to the bed. He is laying on top of the covers wearing a hospital gown, his face battered and cut on one side. A drip is attached to his arm, wires from a monitor are attached to his chest, and my heart sinks seeing him looking so helpless. This is the first time I have seen him since we broke up four months ago.

  “Hi, handsome,” he says as he notices me, trying to smile but his mouth is cut under his lip.

  “What the hell happened to you?”

  “I was on the way to work, when a car came out of nowhere and crashed into the side of me.”

  I walk to the side of the bed and instinctively lean down and kiss him. The touch of his warm lips sends a shiver down my spine and I pull away from him.

  “It’s good to see you,” he says.

  I sit in the seat at the side of the bed. “You too. The hospital called me because I’m still listed as your next of kin.”

  “Sorry, I have no one else to put down,” he mumbles.

  “That’s okay, their call made me panic I thought something had happened to Mum.”

  “Oh, how is she doing?”

  “She is okay, losing her memory more each week. She still asks about you.”

  “Ahh, that’s lovely.”