Frank & Menno

7.

After dinner –junk food, which they ate overlooking the sea– Frank and Menno took the train home. They sat close to each other, touching hands without being obvious.

On the street between the two apartment buildings, they hesitated to say goodbye. “I guess I see you tomorrow, then.” Frank wasn’t willing to go inside first, and turned back and forth on his heels.



“Yes. You’ll definitely see me tomorrow,” nodded Menno, apparently just as reluctant. “So… Goodnight?”



“Guess so… Unless…”



“Unless what?” Menno replied a tad too eagerly. He bent his head.



“Unless you want to have a nightcap, as they call it?”



“A nightcap. Good idea. It would be impolite to leave like that after such a great day.”



Frank nodded quickly, and turned to get inside. Menno followed him shortly. They sped up, running up the stairs. Frank hurried to open the door, let Menno in, and instantly grabbed him. They kissed as if their life depended on it.



“I want you,” gasped Menno, clawing at Frank’s clothes to pull them off. He groaned when Frank bit the sensitive spot at his neck. “Do it…”



Frank got naked within seconds. Menno’s clothes followed. Still in the hall, they rubbed up against each other, exploring each other with their hands and lips. “Bed.” Rudely, Frank turned Menno around, slapping his ass. He led him to his bedroom, where he threw him on the mattress, face-down. The younger man tried to crawl away from him –not too fast, of course. Frank grabbed his ankles, and yanked him back.



Menno uttered a happy yell as a hard slap hit his butt cheek. He still pretended to protest, squirming to get away from his tormentor, but in fact spreading his legs to expose his hidden treasure. Frank crawled between his legs, grabbing the cheeks to pull them even wider apart. His thumbs forced the sphincter to open, and pushed a bit inside. Menno groaned. He grinned at the sound.



“You’re not fucking me tonight, little willing slut…” Judging by the blonde’s writhing hips and soft, mewing sounds, it seemed he didn’t mind at all.



Frank had prepared his bedroom. It would’ve been awkward if he had to fiddle with the cellophane to open the box with condoms, or if he had to search for the lubricant first. He didn’t need the rubbers just yet, and grabbed the lube, uncapping the tube with his teeth. With one thumb he pulled at the ring of muscle. With the other hand, he pressed a large blob of lube in the opened ass.



Menno gasped softly as Frank forced his fingers inside. He kept his eyes closed, smiling broadly, rolling his head aside. Frank leaned over him, and sucked at the side of his neck. “Ah yes… You know what I like…”



“Hush. Little sluts shouldn’t talk.” Grazing the skin with his teeth, Frank made it sensitive and red before he bit him hard. His fingers slid in deeper as Menno responded with a cry and uncontrolled movement of his hips.



“I thought you were a virgin,” groaned the blonde.



“Only when it comes to being bottom,” grinned Frank. He drew back to push in some more lube, and moved his fingers easily now. Menno’s ass was hot, relaxed, and flexing eagerly around his digits. Slowly, he pulled his hand back, to take a condom. With his eyes glued on the impatiently writhing hips, he dressed up. “You’re ready for it,” he concluded.



“Fuck me… Make it burn, Frankie… Oh! Shit…”



Frank gave him no time to adjust as he pushed inside. Propped up on his hands, he forced his hips down, slowly sliding inside. The rectum clamped around him, trying to stop him, but he was stronger. When he couldn’t go any further, he had to keep still for a moment to catch his breath or he would come immediately. Menno trembled under him, his face buried in the duvet, breathing deeply and unevenly. “Are you okay?” Frank asked worriedly.



“Yes!” Menno answered, muffled. “Damn, yes!”



“Good.” With a dark chuckle, Frank slowly pulled his cock back, until it almost slipped out. Just as slowly, he forced it back inside, repeating that until Menno breathed faster. When he felt the boy was ready for it, he increased speed and force. His balls slapped against the cheeks, the well-greased ass made sucking sounds, and Menno groaned delightedly.



Frank enjoyed it immensely. He sighed in pleasure, keeping his eyes firmly shut. He could feel the delicious heat spreading through his loins and belly. As his thighs began to burn, he rolled on his side, pulling Menno with him. With one arm firmly around the blonde’s waist, he reached around to take the limp cock in his free hand, quickly erecting it. He kissed and sucked Menno’s neck as he began to jerk him, pushing hard and deeply inside at the same time. Sounds of pleasure filled the bedroom.



Kinky ideas filled Frank’s imagination, adding to his delight. He knew he wouldn’t fulfill any wishes today, other than the occasional slap and bite and pinching the nipples, as they were both simply too hot. He would work his ideas out later, and prepare for the next time. As he murmured some promises into Menno’s ear, about belts, handcuffs and massive dildos, he suddenly felt hotness in his hand. Menno contracted hard around his shaft, crying out, ejaculating all over the duvet. Frank grinned at it. He waited until the blonde relaxed again, and drew out. He discarded the condom, and finished off with his hand while he kissed him.



Both satisfied, they crawled between each other’s arms for a firm, loving cuddle. That was completely new to Frank. His experience with after-play never went further than a breathless pat on the shoulder, followed by either snoring or a mumbled ‘see ya later. Maybe’.



“I really have to say it,” said Menno softly, smiling up at him. “It’s so strong right now… so good… I’m absolutely in love with you. Don’t run away now, okay?”



Frank didn’t feel like running. He nuzzled his new friend, answering the smile. “Ditto,” he said with a wink. “This heart… All yours. Especially since you’re such a hot stud. Damn. Quick and sweet.”



Menno slapped him, even though he laughed. “I want to be your lover, not your toy-boy… You’re such a man!”



“Mh. How about both?” Frank knew perfectly well what Menno meant, but he wasn’t too willing to get all soppy just yet. The blonde had to work a little harder for that. Nevertheless, he gave him a warm kiss and smile, and tightened his embrace. “Let’s have a small drink now. Then I’m going to chuck you out, because tomorrow is an early day again.”



Menno pouted, but nodded. He let go of his hold, and crawled to the edge of the bed. “Can I freshen up here? My clothes will get all dirty if I—“



“Sure, take a shower. Towels are in the cabinet next to the sink. Beer?” Purposefully, Frank left the bedroom to get two bottles of beer from the fridge. He wanted Menno to stay for the night. He wanted him to move in, never leave again, and to live happy ever after. He wanted his life to be a fairy tale. He wanted it all, and therefor he wanted Menno to go away.

His worst nightmare would be if they got bored with each other, and break up. He simply couldn’t handle the idea.