21
FRANK
"Do you see me complaining?" Boldly, Frank moved his hand down to cup Chris's bulge in his palm.
Chris sucked in a sharp breath. "No. You're far too polite to complain."
"I want to know you better." Through the straining fabric, Frank stroked his hand along the swollen length. "And I'd like to do something about this." He took hold of Chris's hand and placed it over the bulge in his own pants.
A whimper escaped Chris's lips. He pulled his hand away and offered it to Frank. "Let's go to the bedroom, not here."
"Lead the way, Artist." With his heart racing, Frank took the hand and stood up alongside Chris. He was really about to do this; this thing that he'd often imagined over the years. Go to bed with a guy. Excitement and exhilaration conquered all nervousness.
Chris led the way upstairs and into a large bedroom, which was similarly decorous and colorful to the room in which they'd eaten. They undressed in silence. While he carefully folded each item and placed it over a chair, Frank didn't take his eyes off Chris. Underneath his top was a fit, slender body with a light dusting of dark, wiry hair. The black trail leading from his navel and disappearing into his pants captured Frank's attention.
With his fingers tucked just inside the elastic waistband of his underwear, warily Chris looked at Frank. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" The black cotton did nothing to conceal the shape, size, and readiness of his hard cock.
Frank forced his gaze up to Chris's face. "You can see I'm absolutely ready for this." Frank stroked his own erection with the heel of his palm through the thin fabric. As he reached the head, he could feel the revealing wet patch where precum had soaked through.
"Let me help you." Eyes shining with lust, crossing the gap between them in just a few strides. Chris placed his hands on the waistband of Frank's underwear, gave Frank a swift peck on the lips, and then sank to his knees. With crotch at eye level, Chris carefully released Frank from the confines of his final piece of clothing. His dick sprang free and hung just before Chris's face.
The swollen cock only hung there for a matter of seconds before Chris licked up the undercarriage, from balls to tip. He opened his mouth and sucked it all in with eagerness and no hesitation. He took it all, completely.
Mesmerized, Frank's eyes wanted to close and yet he wanted to watch. But watching and feeling and thinking were too much together. His knees were ready to buckle and yet there was no way his legs were moving. His hands found their way into Chris's long hair. Soft strands wove between his fingers, which worked their way to Chris's scalp.
The lips, tongue, and warm, wet mouth worked wonders such that Frank never wanted it to end and yet needed it to. "Stop. Right now." He warned with urgency.
All pressure and movement ceased, and Chris looked up, a question on his face. Their eyes locked. Chris moved back slowly.
Inch by inch the wet rod reappeared.
All the while, Chris watched Frank's face.
When the cock fell from his mouth, Chris rubbed his face against it. Nuzzling. And still maintaining eye contact with Frank.
Fuck.
The sight of it.
Gratification in and of itself.
Frank breathed. He didn't recall doing that in a while. "I want to do it to you." He wanted to do so much with Chris. To Chris. Driven by lust and desire coupled with churning emotions. His needs and actions were instinctive. There were no words.
He bent over to help Chris up off his knees. "I'd like you comfortable, on the bed."
His mouth watered. He licked his lips. He savored the vision of Chris lying back on the bed, naked and waiting. Willing. Exposed and aroused.
Nothing in Frank's history prepared him for how he'd feel about this moment. How much he wanted to please the man stretched out before him; far more than he wanted to take pleasure for himself. Somehow he knew the greater pleasure would come from giving.
"I'm going to start feeling self conscious if you just keep looking at me and don't touch. I'm not an art exhibit."
"Sorry." The mattress sank beneath his knee as Frank climbed on to the bed.
"Don't worry, take your time."
Balls to balls. Straddling Chris's body and aware of how their erections aligned, Frank swooped forward for a kiss, everywhere from thighs to chest were in close contact. The surface of Frank's skin sparked, heated, and tingled at every point where it made contact with Chris. Hard dicks moved together and squashed between them. For Frank, it was a new level of erotic arousal that he'd never experienced before. Lust engulfed him.
There was so much more to come.
And now he'd opened that door he wanted it all.
This man beneath him — broad shoulders, the texture of thick skin over flat, hard muscle; nothing soft or feminine. Chris tasted slightly sweet and lemony, but his essence was masculine and exciting. Frank had to explore it all. To touch and taste all over.
Leaving Chris's mouth, Frank kissed across his cheek to nibble on his ear lobe before licking a trail down the neck and all the way to a round, hard nipple. Chris groaned and arched up, when Frank took the dark protrusion in his mouth. Encouraged by the reaction, Frank sucked and then bit, gently rolling the flesh between his teeth as his tongue continued to play over the tip.
Chris liked this.
Frank took the same approach to the other nipple and then again back to the first. Meanwhile, with his hands, he massaged every inch of Chris's chest, delighting in its firm flatness and how the short, wiry hair wound around his fingers. Frank let his mouth follow the treasure trail, tasting every inch with his tongue and lips. Letting his hands follow behind until his passage was blocked by a bobbing, swollen dickhead, wet with precum.
Without hesitation, Frank's tongue lapped up the glistening moisture. He wanted it so bad. To taste its sweetness. To feel the texture on his tongue. To blow a guy.
Then, just as Chris had done earlier, Frank engulfed the erection. Sucking cock was more mind-blowing and fucking incredible that he'd ever imagined.
And he'd imagined it plenty.
Encouraging sounds of arousal reached his ears as Chris whimpered.
Earlier, Chris had looked as if he could've happily sucked cock all night. Now, Frank understood exactly how that worked. The satisfaction he received from giving head was immeasurable. Having found something so incredible, erotic, and amazing, he wanted it to last all night.
He wanted to impress Chris and give him the best night of his life, so that he'd want to do it again.
With Frank.
Who wanted many nights ahead of him with Chris in his arms and sharing a bed.
To make love.
He wanted it all.
To consume Chris entirely.