Frank & Menno

5.

Menno loved toys. Frank meekly followed through the shop, unable to stifle an amused smile as the younger man looked at robots, games, technical building blocks and -as if he had saved the best for last- stuffed animals. Frank pushed some toys aside, and sat down on a shelf. “Well now. We have arrived. Which puppet can keep you company, hm?”



“That's hard,” said Menno, digging through a large pile. “Nothing will be able to replace you, of course.”



Frank laughed, but not too loudly, as he realized the blonde already dedicated himself to him. He obviously had to be careful with him. Standing up, he went to his friend, leaning against his back. “Pick a large bear,” he murmured, brushing his lips against the side of the man's neck. “One you can hold tight, and rub against as you think of me.”



Shivering, Menno tilted his head aside. “You sure you don't want to be in my bed instead...?”



“Oh, I do,” assured Frank. He stepped away, just in case someone would spot them. “But I won't be there every night, and I want to make sure you won't be lonely. This one seems suitable.”



Menno took the large, firm bear between his arms, and cuddled it. “Mm. I can picture myself hugging it before I go to sleep. Easy to clean, too...”



Frank's imagination filled in the picture, and he quickly turned away to look at other bears. He didn't find any other suitable toys. “I'm paying for it, alright?”



“Of course,” Menno grinned over its head. “That's your duty, isn't it?”



“It's like that, hm? Okay then. To the cash register. I want to go home.” He could only handle so much teasing, and was dying to have a good, long kiss. Maybe more. Menno seemed ready for it, today.



They went home, and Frank parked in his spot in the garage. He left his own groceries behind for the moment. He want to see Menno's place.



As the blonde had said, his apartment was smaller and darker. Only one bedroom here, and a small kitchen. No bath either, as it wouldn't fit in the tiny bathroom. Frank almost felt claustrophobic. While Menno put the groceries away, Frank looked at the movies and books. They had the same taste.



“What can I get you?”



Frank turned away from the books. “Coffee, please. Say, I like your collection. I might want to read some of these, if you don't mind.”



“That's fine,” said Menno. “I spend most of my Sundays on the sofa, reading, so if you feel the need you're quite welcome to join me.”



“Mh. Spending next Sunday on the sofa, with you, reading? Sounds like a good plan... And what do you do on Saturdays?” Frank kicked off his shoes and settled in the corner of the couch, pulling his legs up.



“Usually, I walk around naked, doing nothing,” smiled Menno. “Want to join that as well...?”



Frank shifted a bit, as he got the image in his head. He sometimes cursed his imagination. “I like the naked part,” he said, trying to sound cool. “It's the 'doing nothing' I have trouble with.”



“You can keep your shorts on...” Menno turned, pulling his shirt over his head. As he walked towards his bathroom, he opened his pants, and dropped them.



Frank swallowed hard. He wouldn't be able to resist, would he? He also pulled off his top and pants, checking his shorts for wet spots. He was still dry at the front, but he wasn't sure he would stay that way if Menno continued teasing like that. It was bound to become a leaking, horny piece of meat in his pants. As Menno returned, and he could see the lean, smooth body for the first time, a hard sting hurt his balls. “You're gorgeous,” he breathed, clenching his fists.



Menno chuckled softly, and turned around to show him everything. “You too. Nice tattoos... Ooh... and you have your nipples pierced?”



“Yes...” Frank moved his hands up, and pulled at the rings. “You're not the only one with kinks.” He looked at the thin stripe of hair under Menno's belly button, leading into the shorts like an inviting arrow. “Damn, Menno,” he groaned in despair. “Come here and kiss me. Right now.”



Happily obeying, Menno jumped on the sofa, between Frank's legs, leaning heavily down on him. He instantly pressed their lips together, parting them to receive Frank's tongue. Definitely no issues or insecurity this time, apparently. He ground his crotch against the quickly growing arousal, swiftly hardening himself.



Frank savored the moment. Menno was warm and firm, with long muscles and a healthy, soft layer of body fat. Just the way he liked it, even though he'd never really thought about what kind of men he liked before. With his hands, he slowly explored the man, ending up on the round butt. He squeezed the cheeks firmly. Menno groaned approvingly.

“Better have our coffee now,” Frank murmured against the wet lips, barely opening his eyes.



“And leaving me with sore balls again? That's not fair.” Menno conquered his lips again, and shifted a bit to lay more comfortable. He pressed between Frank's legs, and moved his hips slowly up and down as if he was fucking him. His cock poked against the entrance, only held back by two layers of thin cloth.



“Menno...” Frank pulled his head back, staring at his friend in disbelief.



“What...?” The blonde smiled pleased, still rubbing up against him. “Thought you knew me already, didn't ya?”



“I certainly didn't expect you to be a top, no!” Frank looked down as Menno pushed his torso up, and instinctively spread his legs some more. “What other surprised have you got for me?”



“Many, many more,” grinned Menno. He drew back, and crept down. “I have a proposition for you, sexy Frankie...” With his teeth, he grazed over the thin cloth, gently nipping at the throbbing flesh underneath. “I will do whatever you always wished for, and you will give me a good spanking in turn. What do you say?”



Leaning his head back, Frank wasn't able to answer at first. He enjoyed the caresses, groaning in appreciation. “Whatever I wish?” he asked to make sure.



“Everything, Frankie my love. Mm...” With his tongue, Menno wet the shorts, and then sucked at the head of Frank's cock. “I can already taste you...”



“Suck me,” said Frank quickly. He licked his lips, and closed his eyes. “Shit, why did we buy lubed rubbers?”



“To fuck each other later,” smirked Menno. “Without making a mess.” He hooked his fingers behind the elastic band, and slowly worked down the shorts. “Mm. Look at that sweet puppy, eagerly jumping free...”



“Yesterday we weren't ready for this!” Frank tried to keep his excitement under control, and was afraid he was going way too far, way too fast.



“I'm much more at ease now,” Menno waved it away. “Now shut up and enjoy. Just warn me when you come, okay?”



“Ngh!” Frank's reply got stuck in his throat as he felt the wet heat enclosing his shaft. Maybe Menno felt more at ease because he was at home, he thought, but then his mind became a blur. He gave in to the pleasure.



Menno was good. Not that Frank knew what was bad, when it came to giving head; his experiences didn't go that far. Unable to keep control, he squirmed and writhed on the cushions as his friend sucked and jerked him tirelessly. This was so much better than jerking off. So, so much better...

“I'm coming,” he groaned with difficulty. “I'm coming! Shit, yes!” Menno pulled his head away, finishing it off with his hand. Fat squirts of semen landed on Frank's chest and belly. He heard loud cries, and realized it was him, expressing his joy without shame.



“Wow... That was a nice big load, sexy,” said Menno pleased, straightening up. He sat on his knees, kneading his balls and cock. “Gain your breath. It's my turn to be satisfied.”



“One... One moment.” Frank gasped for air, calming down his heart rate. He was a little dizzy. Once he calmed down, he sat upright, swinging his feet on the ground. He wasn't sure if he was up to pleasing his friend, but one look at the heated blush and tense shorts and he knew he was. “That was very, very bad,” he growled.



“I'm sorry, sir...” The blonde immediately fell into his role. He bowed his head. “I should be punished for being subordinate, sir.”



“Yes, indeed. Stand up.” Grabbing the front of Menno's shorts, he yanked him closer. “We don't need these now, do we...” He pulled the garment away, and groaned again. Menno's cock was cut, straight, and rock hard. “Lay down, you,” he managed to order.



Menno quickly obeyed, lying face down over the lap. His cock pushed against Frank's thigh. With one leg on the sofa and the other down on the floor, he willingly gave in. A startled yelp escaped his lips as Frank didn't wait, and smacked him. “Yes... That's what I mean,” he sighed. Leaning his head on his arms, he relaxed.



Frank had never spanked anyone before. He didn't know if he would like it. After a few slaps, he kneaded the firm flesh, trying out how far he could go. Then he decided the other would warn him if he went too far, and spanked him fast and hard.



Menno screamed in delight with every ringing slap. He moved his hips up and down, rubbing the head of his cock against the hairy thigh. He panted slightly when his voice finally broke. His skin was wet with perspiration, and not only his butt was red. Frank looked at the transformation, delighted as well as surprised. Menno thrived on this...



He stopped spanking for a moment, to give Menno some time to gain his bearings. As he kneaded the beaten flesh with one hand, he licked at two fingers. Pulling one cheek aside, he worked them deeply into the relaxed, hot anus. The muscles contracted hard around his digits, protesting against the force, but he pushed inside harder. Then he pressed his fingertips down, and began to finger him.



Menno still had some air left. He yelled in pleasure, pleading Frank to go on, to finger him hard, and to make him come. Frank happily obeyed. With an arm firmly around the man's waist to keep him in place, he lunged his fingers in and out, mercilessly rubbing against the prostate and tense testicles at the same time. “Come for me, filthy boy,” he growled, blinking a few drops of sweat out of his eyes. “I can feel how close you are...”



“Harder! Oh yes! Hurt me!”



It wasn't possible to spank him, with Menno squirming like that. Instead, Frank sunk his nails into a red cheek, pulling it roughly aside. His fingers slid in even deeper, and he felt a wet heat against the skin of his thigh. Menno roared like an animal, bucking his hips, throwing his head back and forth until he was completely satisfied. He fell down limply, completely spent.



Frank carefully pulled back. He took his shorts to wipe off his fingers for the time being, and leaned back without touching Menno, waiting for him to gain his bearings. “You okay?” he asked softly.



“Yeah,” Menno replied muffled. He pushed up, and rolled on the floor. Lying on his back on the cool laminate, legs pulled up, he closed his eyes and sighed deeply.



“Can I get you some water?” Looking a bit worried, Frank observed him.



“Fridge,” nodded Menno without opening his eyes. “Damn.”



Frank quickly returned with two bottles, after refreshing a bit. “Shall I help you up?” As Menno reached up, he helped him on the sofa, where the blonde lay down again. “Was this good, or terrible?”



“Oh, it was good,” assured Menno. “More than good, even. It wore me out, though... I'll be okay. It already stopped stinging.”



“Too bad you don't have a bath...”



“You do. So maybe next time, hm?” Quicker than Frank had expected, the blonde sat upright. He downed the bottle of water with a few large sips. “Wow. That was nice...” His normal color had returned as he smiled at Frank. “You're great at spanking. How did you know you had to stop and do something different?”



Frank shrugged. “Instinct? I have no idea. I'm afraid I lost myself a little. I'm sorry I called you filthy. I didn't mean it like that.”



Laughing, Menno leaned over to kiss him. “Don't be silly. It's all in the heat of the game. I might call you a dirty whore next, when I fuck you. Who cares?”



“Yes...” Indeed, Menno was no dedicated bottom, apparently. That could be interesting. “I'm a virgin,” he said.



“Really?” The grin was a little too wide to be polite, and gave Frank the shivers. “I'll be gentle with you, sexy Frankie... I promise.”



Somehow, Frank didn't believe him at all.