Frank & Menno

9.
Frank had left not much later. He knew Norm would rather talk with him some more, but his other friends were bothering him. It would take a little longer to convince those three he was still their usual Frankie. Maybe the barbeque would help with it.
Although Menno would probably be in bed by now, Frank went to his flat. He had the key, like he had given Menno his key, and he quietly opened the door. The apartment was dark. Moving carefully, Frank eased his way to the open bedroom door. “Menno,” he whispered. He repeated it, a bit more urgently. A soft, questioning grunt proved him he was awake. “Menno, I have to tell you something…”

“Frank? Oh dear…” Drowsily, Menno flicked on the lights. “What’s wrong, darling? You look…” He rubbed his eyes and took another good look. “Bewildered,” he concluded. “Did something happen?”

“Yeah. Move over, will you? I need a cuddle.” He undressed to his shorts, and crept under the light duvet. Menno felt cool, his hair still damp from a shower, and he grateful pulled him between his arms. “I came out to my friends,” he said. “Just like that. They… Well, I just told them I have a boyfriend.”

Menno’s face split in a broad grin. “Frank! You’re my hero! You make me so proud…” He kissed him warmly. Caressing Frank’s face, his grin turned into a smile. “How did they react?”

Frank told him everything, especially about Norm. He kept it positive, only briefly mentioning the other three. “I should introduce you to Norm…”

“Yes, you should.” Menno tensed his arms. “I would love to meet him. Your big, protective brother… I’m sure I’ll like him.”

“I hope so. He’s very kind and sweet, but he’s a bit slow. You can meet him next Saturday, if you like… Norm invited us for a barbecue in the park. Would you like to go?”

“With you? Sure.” Menno tensed his arms again. “One of my cousins wanted to visit me on Saturday, but I’ll tell him to come another time.” He crept down a bit, but didn’t switch off the lights. “We have to sleep… Or I’ll be like a ghost tomorrow.”

“Okay, I’ll let you sleep.” Frank gave him a kiss, and wanted to leave the bed. But Menno held him tight. “You have to let me go…”

“Why? Give me one good reason, and I’ll let you.”

Frank couldn’t think of a witty remark. When he felt the warm lips on his own, his mind seemed to empty completely. He answered the kiss, crawling close against the other. His hands slowly roamed over the smooth skin. Menno was warmer now. He was thinking about how to make him even warmer, when the blonde pushed him on his back and crawled on top of him.

Menno straddled him, kissing continuously. His tongue and soft lips slid over Frank’s mouth. Frank moaned in appreciation, but the blonde didn’t need encouragement. He took over control, allowing Frank to feel his hips and butt through his shorts, but he wasn’t willing to give up his position. They were both swiftly arousing. Frank didn’t think about leaving anymore…

Finally breaking the hot kiss, Menno pushed up. Frank looked at him through half-closed eyes. The blonde looked different now. His usually sweet face had changed, appearing harder and more dominant. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Frank heard an alarm bell ringing. It was easily ignored. He gave in, closing his eyes and relaxing, allowing Menno to do whatever he wanted.

Menno pinched Frank’s nipples, and caressed his torso. Slowly, he worked his way down, to slide his hands over Frank’s hard front. He gently worked down the shorts. Frank’s cock trembled eagerly, and jerked up as Menno squeezed his testicles. Instinctively, he spread his legs a bit. Menno instantly knelt between them, forcing them wider. When Frank managed to open his eyes again, he saw Menno was naked as well. He admired him, faintly smiling. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “I’m yours,” he added with a sigh. “Take me, use me, do what you want with me…”

“I will,” replied Menno softly, smiling. “Relax, and enjoy.”

The hands caressing him were warm and firm. Frank sighed again, closing his eyes, spreading his legs some more. Even when he felt the fingers sliding along his notch, he didn’t protest. He knew what was going to happen. It scared him a little, but not enough to object.

Menno took his time. With lubricant, he stroked Frank’s hot cock with one hand as he rubbed softly against the entrance with the other. The muscle relaxed under the gentle pressure, opening up. One finger slid inside, easily. He pushed in deeply, sliding back and forth, while he continued stroking.

It didn’t hurt at all. Frank was delighted. The stroking hand seemed to help against any discomfort, and added to his pleasure. Already he could feel the heat spreading through his lower body. His balls tingled, pulling back. He groaned when Menno forced them out of his loins, holding them between his fingers. It was a good kind of pain.
Suddenly, Menno pushed in two digits. Frank cried out, but not in pain. “Gods! What are you doing!”

“Hush… That’s your prostate. Let it come over you, sexy. Does it feel good?”

Squeezing his eyes firmly shut, Frank tried to nod. “That’s… Shit, that feels amazing…”

Menno laughed softly. “Imagine what my cock can do, if my fingers already give you this, hm?”

“Yeah…” Frank could easily imagine. “Damn, Menno… I want you to fuck me.”

“Oh, I will fuck you,” promised Menno. Gently, he kept fingering Frank until the man was sweating and squirming, and practically begging him to give it to him. He drew back, and wiped his fingers. The rubbers were in his bedside cabinet. Expertly, he rolled one over his erection. With plenty of lube applied, he lay down on Frank.

Frank immediately closed him between his arms to kiss him. He felt hornier than he’d ever been. Menno pressed between his legs, slowly rolling his hips. Frank felt the head of the cock poke against his muscle, and braced himself for the pain. It slipped through. “Menno!”

“Hush…” The blonde pushed his torso up a bit, and reached between them to stroke Frank’s arousal. “Breathe, beautiful. Slowly… Deeply… There you go.”

Trying to keep his breath evenly, Frank looked down. He saw his legs spread wide and pulled up; a position he’d never been in before. The cock slowly slid inside of him, causing a little discomfort, but it wasn’t as painful as he’d expected. The stroking hand distracted him. Closing his eyes again, he fell back into the pillows. Menno moved his hips, back and forth, sliding in deeper with every gentle thrust. Suddenly, his body seemed to give in, and he felt the hot testicles against his ass. He made a sound of surprise, delight and fear, all at the same time.

“I’m inside now, darling… Does it hurt?”

“No! No… no pain. Shit Menno, this is so intimate!” Frank felt vulnerable, a completely new feeling when it came to sex. He’d never been bottom before. As Menno drew back and began to fuck him, he felt a lot more new feelings and emotions raging through him. His nails sunk into Menno’s upper arms and he uttered a hoarse cry. If the other had only jerked him, he would’ve come by now. His cock seemed to be as confused as he was; his balls pulling back hard, the tip wet with precome. Every time Menno slid against his prostate, he felt a bolt of pleasure shooting through his belly.

Menno was gentle with him. He picked up a firm, steady pace, but didn’t just slam inside. Making soft noises and whispering compliments, he made Frank at ease and relaxed. “I can feel you coming, Frankie,” he said with a sweet tone of voice.

Frank had forgotten about coming at all. Too much was happening to him. He was surprised he was still hard, when he heard Menno talk. It was as if his cock was waiting for him to come back on earth, and he felt all the heat rush through the shaft. “Menno!” he cried out again.

Menno stopped stroking. Even when Frank protested loudly, he didn’t take him back in his hand. He pushed up on both hands, thrusting his hips down harder. Now he was truly fucking him, and it drove Frank crazy.

“Finish me off! Please!” His balls were falling off! But his lover didn’t listen. They were both wet with perspiration, gasping for air, grunting and moaning in pleasure. “Gotta come… Menno… Fuck me…”

Again, the blonde didn’t listen to him. Frank was in no position to give commands. He abruptly drew out completely, and pulled off the rubber. Kneeled between Frank’s legs, ignoring the protests, he took both cocks in one hand and began to jerk.

Menno was hot and wet against him. This was new for Frank as well, but as much as he wanted to look at what his lover was doing, Frank couldn’t manage to open his eyes. His orgasm was approaching, unstoppably. His hands grasped the sheets. He arched off the mattress, head hanging back in his neck, mouth open and eyes shut. He didn’t realize he was screaming. His whole life existed of pure pleasure, as his body seemed to burst into flames. He felt hot splashes on his skin, he heard his name on Menno’s lips, and it seemed to go on for minutes. Finally, they fell down, completely worn out. Menno rolled next to him. Frank heard him gasping. His own breath went unevenly as well; his heart pounding like crazy. His throat was dry, and he couldn’t speak. When he finally could, his voice was hoarse. “That… was totally incredible.”

“I agree completely,” said Menno breathlessly. He took Frank’s hand, but wasn’t able to do more, for quite some time. “Water…?”

“Yes. A whole bottle, please.” As Menno left the bed, Frank turned on his side. He was wet and dirty, but he was too tired to care. He moved just enough to take the offered bottle and to empty it, but he made no effort to get up and go home. Luckily, Menno didn’t ask him to leave. He crept next to him, and pulled the duvet over them.

Tomorrow would be another day. Probably a hard one.