19
Evan
I hardly speak the words “I want you too” before I lunge at Frankie.
This feels so unlike me, yet it’s just like something I’d feel comfortable doing in puppy space. Just being playful, frisky…my inner golden retriever, really.
It’s this animalistic part of me that’s been craving him like this ever since we messed around that first time.
Our jaws hit before we find one another’s lips.
Frankie doesn’t resist me, just greets my kisses with his own, his tongue effortlessly sliding between my lips as though he’s caving to his own primal impulses.
He guides me onto the mattress, crawling across it before laying me on my back.
He’s so forceful and commanding with his movements, yet I can tell he’s taking such care with me at the same time. It’s all those elements of Frankie that make me feel so safe with him in this moment—that make me comfortable with opening up to him in a way that I haven’t felt comfortable opening up with anyone else since Peter.
Even in this simple interaction, I can feel his consideration for me mixed with this frenzied lust…this itch that we’ve both clearly needed to scratch.
As his tongue continues invading my mouth, his hands greedily explore my body.
I’m glad I’m not wearing a shirt since, the way Frankie’s groping and kneading at my flesh like he can’t get enough of it, I’m sure he’d rip it right off.
His hot breath rushes against my face with each breath he takes. My skin pricks at the sensation of him touching all over me the way he is.
My dick’s so fucking hard, and when he finally pulls away from me, he pushes his thumbs beneath the waistband of my trunk boxers and slides them down my legs. While he removes and discards them off the side of the bed, I take a much-needed gasp of air before glancing down.
At some point, he clearly lost the towel around his waist, which lies at the foot of the bed.
I glance at his cock, that cock that tasted so good the other night.
I crawl toward him, keeping low as he rises so that he’s on his knees, upright.
I take his cock like I did the last time, still impressed with the size and how easily it fills my mouth.
He’s already pre-coming, and that makes me feel so sexy and like I’m giving Frankie what he needs.
He threads his fingers through my hair, then runs his hand down to the back of my neck, massaging in a familiar way, like during our training sessions.
“God, that feels so good, Ev.”
I have to remind myself to breathe through my nose as I work to pleasure his cock because his size is a lot more intimidating than Peter’s.
He slides his hand down my back, to my ass, which he cups firmly. “Ev, I need to be inside you.”
And the thought of having his cock inside me, filling me, is so fucking hot…but also intimidating as fuck.
I slide his dick out of my mouth and lean back, on my knees like him so that we’re looking at one another.
“Uh…Frankie…”
“What?” he asks, a worried expression across his face like he’s ready to stop if I’m uncomfortable. Although, considering I basically attacked him to get a kiss, I can’t imagine why he would think I’d want to stop this.
“Peter’s the only guy I’ve ever been with.”
He smirks. “We’ve had this discussion before.”
“No, I mean…” I feel like an idiot, but if I can feel like an idiot around anyone, it’s Frankie. “I told you Peter had a really tiny dick, so…”
I glance at his girthy erection, and he follows my gaze.
It clearly takes him a moment to realize what I’m getting at, and it makes him crack a cocky smile.
“That wasn’t meant as a compliment,” I tell him, chuckling. “But you can feel free to take it as one.”
“Ev, I can tell you that I haven’t had any complaints about the size.”
“No, I’m sure. I’m just…a little nervous. That’s all I was saying.”
Despite his amusement with the whole situation, he cups my face and runs his thumb across my cheek. “Look, I’m sure Peter was like a battering ram because he didn’t give a shit about anyone other than himself, but we can go slow. Until you’re comfortable.”
“Just not for too long,” I say with a wink, making him crack a smile again.
He glances to the side like he’s thinking about something. “Hold on one sec.”
He rises from the bed, that stiff cock stretched out in front of him, and I have to admit, even though he’s said that he’ll go slow, I’m a little uneasy.
Obviously, I’ve seen guys take bigger than that in porn, but considering I’ve had such limited experience, and Peter hardly prepared me for something like this, I’d be lying if I acted all cool and like I could totally handle that.
Frankie retrieves a condom and bottle of lube from the drawer.
He crawls back onto the bed to me. “Come here,” he says, taking my arm and guiding me toward the headboard.
He lies back and rests his head on a pillow before tearing through the condom wrapper with his teeth. He tosses the wrapper aside and suits up.
“Straddle me,” he says like he would a command from our training sessions.
“If I obey, do I get Reese’s Pieces?” I ask.
“I got a better treat than that for you tonight.”
His words fill me with eager anticipation. And even though I’m nervous and a little uneasy, I feel safe knowing I’m doing this with Frankie—who I know would never do anything to hurt me. Frankie who cares about me and isn’t making me feel like some pathetic moron for freaking out about this a little bit.
“You can ride me until you get comfortable,” he says as he pours some lube in his palm before rubbing it across his shaft. “It’ll make it easier and you can go at your own pace. Trust me, you’re not the first guy who’s had this issue.”
He winks, and I smile because that actually makes me feel better.
As I straddle his waist, I reach behind me and grab his cock.
I cringe at the thought of trying to take all that.
“Ev, relax. You’re thinking too much. Just like when you’re a pup.”
He sits up, leans into me, and says, “Just get over here and kiss me before I have to make you sit in the corner like a bad little pup.”
“Am I being a bad pup?”
“Right now, it’s okay to be a bad pup.” He winks again.
“Fucking Frankie,” I tease before I move forward and lick up the middle of his lips, but just as soon as I do, I feel his hand at the back of my head. He forces me close for a kiss.
I relax into it, and soon, his hands are all over my body again, making me feel so fucking beautiful, like he’s worshiping every part of me.
How did we never explore this together when it feels this incredible? How did we not realize how fucking hot this could be?
He takes his time, putting some more lube on his forefinger and middle finger before sliding them inside me—relaxing me, soothing me. My tension dissolves with every kiss and every subtle movement he makes in my hole.
“Frankie.” I can’t help but mutter his name against his lips.
I love the care he’s taking with my ass. It reminds me of why he’s the person I want to share this with.
“How do you feel?” he whispers.
“I’m ready, Frankie. More than ready.”
He smirks before sliding his fingers out. I can feel him lining his cock up with my hole, and I back my ass up.
I trust Frankie…trust him with my worry…trust him with my body.
I want him inside me. I want him to dominate me so bad.
I sit back as he works the head of his cock inside me.
I break our kiss long enough to moan at just how nice the pressure feels.
He smiles—not a conceited smile this time but like he’s pleased to see my reaction.
He watches me as he inches his way inside.
“Wait, wait, wait,” I tell him as I start to grow uneasy.
His face flashes to a concerned expression. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. I just need a second.”
He waits for me, giving me the time I need, making me feel like everything’s fine. As we gaze into each other’s eyes, he offers a warm smile before kissing me again, much softer this time, easing my tension.
“Okay, I think I’m good,” I say. I lower my ass onto his shaft even more.
Slowly still.
I try to relax into it, leaning back.
Frankie runs his hand down my face and then down my body, taking his time, appreciating every muscle.
He pulls his hand back and licks his thumb before putting it against my nipple and encircling it.
I throw my head back and just let go, enjoy the experience as I purr at it.
“You like that?” he asks.
“Yes, Frankie.”
“Edging Evan,” he jokes, and I chuckle. He laughs with me, and as he does, his dick slides farther in and I go, “Ooh, ooh.”
“Sorry.”
“No, it’s fine. It just surprised me,” I say, resting my hand on his shoulder as I sit on his cock some more, allowing it deeper inside me.
The pressure intensifies, and I like the sensation, especially when I feel a sharp jolt race through me.
“Oh,” I say, rolling my head back, my body trembling.
I close my eyes, just appreciating how good it feels.
Peter could play with my prostate when he was fingering me, but he could never have hit that with his little thing.
“You like that?” Frankie asks, rocking his hips slightly so that his cock hits that spot again.
A rippling sensation radiates throughout my body, making me twitch about.
“Oh, God, Frankie,” I say.
“I love your tight ass. Like you’ve been saving it just for me.”
And it kind of feels like that’s what I was doing, and considering how it feels, I’m glad.
I move up and down slowly, forcing his cock against my prostate again and again.
Frankie moves close to me again, kissing me as I offer a series of moans that feel beyond my control.
I swipe my tongue across his as we swap kisses, and once again, I find myself lost in those kisses. The more frenzied we become with them—like we were when we started, like neither of us can stand to be away from the taste of the other’s mouth—the more comfortable I feel about letting more of his girth within me, about lowering my body more and more as I move up and down to enjoy the way he stimulates me.
When he finally pulls away, I feel a little uneasy. Now I’m the one who feels like something’s wrong, but as he lies back, he says, “Just keep going. I want to watch you enjoy yourself.”
I feel my cheeks fill with heat, but I don’t know if it’s because of how vulnerable I feel right now or because of the way his cock is hitting my spot just right.
“Hey, don’t worry. You look beautiful riding my cock.”
His words give me confidence like they do when he encourages me while I’m wearing my hood.
I relax and lean back, moving up and down, enjoying his cock the way I really want to, feeling him moving in synch with me as he slams against my prostate again and again.
He runs his hand up and down my torso.
“That’s real good, Ev.”
“You feel so amazing,” I tell him, wanting him to know just how amazing his cock feels inside me.
“Me? You should feel this tight ass.” His voice is low and deep. It hits my ears almost right as his dick hits my prostate, sending a rush coursing through my body.
My movements become more vigorous now that my body has adjusted to his size. I run my hands up and down my sides, just totally throwing myself into the experience of feeling him deep inside me.
With each push, my body becomes more and more hypersensitive until I can feel fucking tingling in my toes and fingertips.
Frankie moves quickly, and before I know what he’s doing, he’s sitting up, his lips against mine once again.
I nip at his lip as though I’m in my pup space. I’m just feeling so uninhibited, so free.
Frankie pulls away, seeming to notice my behavior. “Oh, hey, Pup Runt. What are you doing here?”
I chuckle as he hooks his arms around my legs and pulls them toward him. “Wrap your arms around me and lean back a little,” he instructs, and I do as I’m told. He pulls my legs until my feet are behind him and I’m sitting in his lap, his cock buried in my ass.
It’s actually a pretty nice fit now, and I enjoy having Frankie inside me like this.
He kicks his right leg out to his side and slides it across the mattress until he’s on one knee, then does the same with his other leg, leaning forward so that I’m on my back, him over me, dominating me.
He pushes his cock deep, and I throw my head back, calling out.
Before I know it, his mouth is against my neck, offering kisses and licks.
He takes my wrists and pulls my arms over my head, pinning me down in a way that feels so right. Feels like I’m all Frankie’s for him to do whatever he wants with me. And that’s what I want, too.
We work together, moving our bodies in synch as he fucks me good.
I feel this part of me that’s just pure, unfettered desire escaping, experiencing a freedom during sex I was never able to achieve with Peter, who I always felt judged by.
With Frankie, I can just enjoy myself.
We work our way through different positions, Frankie navigating me through the experience, helping me climb with the way he works that cock of his.
I’m so caught up in the moment, just lost in him, and he’s clearly feeling the same as he just has his way with me, taking advantage of my twinky body and how easily he can throw me around. I’m so absorbed in the sensations racing through me that I’m hardly aware of anything other than my nerves erupting with pleasure.
Soon, he’s lying under me, my body splayed out across his as he fucks me from underneath, that cock jamming into my prostate again and again.
I turn to see him, panting as sweat races down his forehead. He leans toward me. “Kiss me, Ev.”
And it takes some work to reach his lips, but when I do, I feel a rush pulsing through my body that rivals even the power of the sensation his cock stirs within me.
He wraps his arm around me and rubs my belly gently, reminding me of the rubs he gives me during our pup sessions together.
“Frankie,” I say as I start to reach for my cock, which by now is throbbing like I’m going to blow any second now. “I don’t know how much longer I can…”
I can’t even get those words out before my cock sprays across my abs.
I finally manage to grip my cock and jerk it, but it’s too late…I’m already covered in my own come.
Frankie rubs his hand through it. “Fuck, yeah, Ev,” he says. “Give me another kiss, Pup.”
I turn once again, and as I kiss him, he jerks about, opening his mouth for a moan, and between his movements and that deep, satisfied sound he makes, I know he’s coming inside the condom within me.
I love knowing that I gave this pleasure to Frankie…that I’m the one making him feel this good.
And that he’s the one making me feel this good.
I collapse on top of him, just lying stretched out, our bodies settling as we pant together.
I close my eyes, synching my breaths with his, just wanting to be one with Frankie right now.
Just wanting to enjoy what it feels like to have him inside me still.