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CHRIS
"Have I died and gone to Heaven?" It was great for Chris to take a moment to admire the body that he wanted to touch and hold for the rest of the night. And every night after that.
A horrified expression flashed across Frank's face. Perhaps he was religious or one of those people who didn't like to joke about death.
"Look at you. I'm going to be paranoid about my flabby bits. In fact, can I keep my shirt on?" Chris joked.
"No, absolutely not." Frank’s lips curved into smug, proud, crooked smile and he shook his head. "I want you naked." He put a knee on the bed, and the mattress dipped. Frank looked exquisite. His muscular physique went with the job. Chris had enough experience with scaffolders to know it was heavy physical work.
"Wait. Stay there. I want to look at you."
Frank remained still, naked, ripped with undulating definition. Broad shoulders wrapped in taut, soft skin. Thick, black, Celtic tattoos curled around one bicep and chest. Not much body hair. An erection as hard as a scaffold pole pointed out from a thatch of short curls.
Placing a flat palm on the strong, washboard stomach, Chris couldn't ignore what they had between them. It was like nothing he'd known before. He'd waited a lifetime to feel like this. Mutual desire, coupled with someone who could be so much more than an excellent bedmate. Chris liked Frank, a lot, even with his clothes on. "Oh, my."
The words broke the spell. Frank moved into action, taking off Chris's clothes carefully, driving Chris wild. As he exposed each fresh part of the anatomy, Frank stroked it with reverence. Feet, legs, teasing to the tops of his thighs. Chris had never had a ticklish stomach until right then. Frank's playful touches and Chris's giggles relieved a little of the tension from the pent-up arousal.
Chris lifted his arms so that Frank could pull off the shirt, uncovering Chris's sensitive nipples and quickly recovering one with his mouth. That chased away the giggles and made Chris writhe.
"How long are you going to drag out this torture, Frank?"
Frank didn't reply. He bit the nipple in his mouth and squeezed the other between two fingers. Chris felt every remaining drop of blood surge toward his dick, which felt ready to explode. He gasped.
"Don't you like?"
"You know I do." Chris could only speak in a breathy whisper. "I want to touch you, too." And he desperately wanted his cock out of the confines of his tight underwear. He wanted so much.
Frank moved away. And tucked his fingers under the waistband of Chris's underpants. At last. After tugging them down and off, Frank climbed on top of Chris so they were chest to chest and their cocks slipped into position alongside each other. Chris could feel the wet precum dribbling onto his stomach, but he wasn't sure who from.
Overcome with pleasure and partial relief, and totally turned on, Chris let out a spontaneous, "Oh. Fuck." Just before Frank's mouth covered his for a kiss.
At that very moment, Frank slipped his hand between them, wrapped around both of their dicks, and rubbed them together. His body exuded such heat and an intoxicating scent that Chris wanted to bask in.
"Oh. Fuck. I'd like to," he said in a low, gravelly voice. When they broke the kiss to breathe, later, he added, "But only if you want to."
That wasn't what Chris had meant, but erotic sparks of excitement shot through his body. "Oh. Fuck. Yes. Frank, I want to. You have no idea." It had been forever since Chris had been intimate in that way with anyone. And he so wanted it all with Frank.
That might not be what Frank wanted, so Chris tried not to get too hopeful.
They kissed briefly again and then Frank moved away.
With the direction that Frank moved, down the bed, Chris couldn't be too disappointed in the break in contact. Chris had barely registered the loss of the warm chest over his when the sensation of a wet mouth sucking his dick banished all other thoughts from his mind.
Frank's oral skills were second to none, but his active wandering hands also scored points. Fingers working the entire erogenous area like experts ramped up the experience from great sex to explosive, Earth-moving. And were they really going to fuck? It seemed like they might. Frank's fingers were on Chris's backside, but far from in him.
Feeling extremely confident and sexual because of the way Frank touched him, Chris spread his legs and raised his knees: a physical invite. He'd not be too disappointed if Frank didn't go there, with everything else feeling fantastic.
Frank removed his mouth from around Chris's cock. Instead, using his hand, he continued with erotic up and down strokes. Slow and firm.
"Fuck. Chris, I want you so bad."
What exactly did that mean? Just sex talk? Chris didn't ask. He couldn't.
He wouldn't have wanted to interrupt the flow.
Of Frank's tongue.
Over his perineum.
And dipping into his crack.
There was nothing tentative or exploratory about the way that Frank applied his tongue to Chris's hole. He licked with a firm eagerness, pushing the tip of his tongue at the entrance and inside.
On his back, Chris grasped hold of his thighs to hold his legs up. If he could have thrust himself into Frank's face, he would've done.
"Oh… Frank. I'll come so quick if you keep doing that." He really didn't want Frank to stop.
But Frank did.
He was up on his knees in an instant.
"Can I fuck you?"
"Yes. Please. Now." Chris could feel his cock was ready to explode. He was so wound up he thought he might orgasm from just thinking about it.
Frank opened the bedside drawer, and Chris noticed his expression change.
Frank paused at an angle, motionless. "Chris, I have lube, but no condoms. Is it okay?"
"What?" Chris wasn't clear what Frank was asking or saying.
"I was tested this week. I have nothing." Frank looked so sincere. He pulled out the bottle of lube and held it aloft.
Something twisted inside Chris, and he coughed. "I've been tested too, Frank. You're perfectly safe." Chris figured this was not the time to confess just how few sexual partners he'd had in recent years. He didn't want to admit there'd been no one since they were previously together, thinking it made him seem like a loser.
Every part of his body and mind was ready for Frank to penetrate him. He wanted this so much and so badly. Hardly daring to breathe or move, in case it was a dream, and he woke up, Chris watched Frank squidge a large dollop of translucent gel onto his fingers. They then disappeared from sight. Instantly Chris felt the cold wetness slide between his cheeks and into him, thankfully, just one finger at a time.
Anyone in the room with eyes could see they were both eager to move on, Fortunately, Frank still proceeded slowly and with care, as if he were totally in tune with Chris. Eventually, Frank worked in a second finger, only a second before Chris was about to beg him to.
Chris breathed. He had to relax. He'd done this before; he knew it would be more than just all right.
Chris's heart pounded so loudly, as if his very emotions were trying to break out.
And they were.
He felt utterly overwhelmed by the selfless, loving care and attention.
By the intimacy.
By Frank.
Everything was different with Frank.
Everything.
So different that this wasn't just sex anymore. To Chris, at least, it felt more like a bonding of hearts and souls, something he had never experienced.
When the fingers withdrew, Chris felt empty, but soon the blunt pressure of Frank's cock pushed at and into the hole.
Chris called out Frank's name.
Frank halted his slow progression inside. Freezing still.
Chris opened his eyes and realized he had to blink tears away. They broke free and rolled down his cheek, but he didn't attempt to wipe them away. Too late. The movement of Frank's eyes said he'd seen them.
"Are you okay?"
"Frank, I'm good."
"I'm not hurting you?"
"No. Really you’re not. It feels amazing. Just go slow at first."
With his eyes open again, Chris thought Frank didn't just feel amazing—he looked amazing. On top, sweat, concentration, and arousal on his face. His muscles bulging. If they enjoyed just this one night together, it would be worth it. Chris could only hope for more. He desperately wanted more than one more night. And yet couldn't believe he'd be so lucky to find a man as perfect as Frank. Perfect in every way.