Date: Sun, 19 Nov 2017 11:55:03 +0100
From: Michael Arno <succumballs@googlemail.com>
Subject: Rick And His Dad's Friend Part 1

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Rick And His Dad's Friend

Part 1

Ricky Harder went into the town"s only bar, the Blow Off, after a few beers
at home and ordered another. He knew the owner would serve him even though
he was under age. Just out of high school after skipping a year he was
about to turn 17, and alone, now his parents had been killed.

Frank Frock, at the opposite end of the bar, watched the slender, handsome
neighbour boy. The richest landowner around, at 31 Frank was the most
eligible bachelor in town. When he saw Rick he downed his drink and crossed
the room to have a word with a member of the town council. When he returned
he sat one bar stool away from Rick who feared the move was a provocation.

After ordering a beer he said, "Heard you had some trouble last weekend,
Ricky." Frank toasted him with his beer.

Rick had been called a faggot the Saturday before and wondered what Frank
was going to dish out. He looked over and nodded. The tired smile had an
erotic effect that jolted Frank. "News travels fast."

"Doesn't mean anything." Frank's smile was a comfort. He'd known Rick's
father and the boy since he was born.

The teen was still suspicious and asked, "What, Frank? You gonna tell
everyone?" Rick figured the older man already knew Rick admired him. Big,
macho Frank Frock was a great catch; tall, blond, sparkling bedroom blue
eyes, and with an athlete's body to drool over he dazzled every woman in
town.

"No." Frank slid his ass provocatively to the stool next to Rick, leaned
close and whispered, "Just wondering, Ricky. What is it that makes someone
queer, you think?"

Rick looked away determined not to be trapped. "Never thought about it,
Frank." Then he downed his beer and got up to go. "See you around."

Frank held his wrist. "I know how you look at me sometimes, Ricky. Every
time I showered with your daddy after the weekend game you were there
watching. So I'm not out of line asking." He softly rubbed the top of the
Rick's hand. "Am I?"

Rick was drunk enough to call him on the accusation, so after a pause he
turned a beautiful seductive face and gave him the answer he wanted. "Well,
maybe some guys just think there's nothing better than sucking a big,
beautiful cock, or getting it up the ass."

Frank smiled triumphant. "Well, lucky me then, because I got a big
beautiful cock."

"How do you know that, Frank? You like cocks too?" It was Rick's turn to
provoke.

"I been told." Frank stayed cool. "Lots of times, actually."

"Well, lucky you, then. I got to use the john." Rick got up. As he let
loose a strong flow Frank came in and stood at the next urinal. Rick looked
over, too long he knew, but he didn't care what Frank thought anymore. He
grinned. "You're right, Frank. It is a beautiful cock."

Watching the boy studying his meat got Frank pulpy, and without thinking he
stroked his shaft too many times after pissing. Rick watched, then looked
up. They caught eyes, and Rick smiled. He'd loved this man since he was
nine years old, his dad's best friend. Now his parent were dead, and he was
alone, working at a feed store to save money for college.

Frank looked away instantly, embarrassed by his growing erection but
strangely attracted to the boy. Then he looked back, and down. He'd never
seen Rick's cock before, and he stared. It was not only beautiful, it was
the biggest cock he'd ever seen. Finally he whispered, "Geeze, Ricky, I
guess you win the blue ribbon at every stud farm." Then added, "I guess
mine isn't big enough." He held his tumescent organ.

Rick watched it swell with obvious desire. "Yes it is." His own long thick
horse cock was beginning to stir, and he got scared. "But I don't service
cocks in toilets, Frank."

That made Frank's erection fade at once. "Shit. I didn't mean that, Rick."
As he stuffed it back into his pants Rick took hold of his wrist. When
their eyes met again Rick began to tremble. "Shit, Ricky. Don't do
that. Don't cry. Let's get out of here." Frank buttoned up and left the
john. At the bar he ordered two whiskeys.

Rick splashed cold water on his eyes and wiped his face. When he came out
he said good night to everyone. "Shit, Rick. I just ordered you a whiskey."
Frank said nice and friendly.

"Tom only lets me drink beer." Rick countered, but the bar owner nicked to
the glass and nodded that he could have it. "I'll get too drunk to get
home." He hesitated.

"I'll see you get home safe. Don't worry." Frank patted the seat next to
him and pushed his thigh against Rick's when the boy sat.

"Cheers." Rick held his thigh against Frank, clinked glasses and drank
slowly.

"You OK the last few months? I mean, sorry about your folks." He gave
Rick's thigh a tight squeeze like a jock would do, and left his hand on
it. "Huh, Ricky?" His hand squeezed gently again.

Rick smiled at the warmth against his thigh. "Yeah, lonely is all. My two
best buddies have gone off to get ready for college, so I'm alone all the
time." He acted more drunk than he was. "No one to mess around with. You
know?" He moved his leg up and down against Frank's. When the hand rubbed
him again he whispered into his glass, "Yeah, I bet you know."

"What'd you say, Ricky?" Frank's hand had been under the bar too long. He
slid it slowly off Rick's thigh and moved it to his glass. As he took a
long sip Rick rested his hand on Frank's thigh, close up to the crotch
bend. "Ahhh." The touch made him sigh into his whiskey glass and spread his
legs wider. "Whiskey gets me warm. You know that, Ricky?" He felt the boy's
hand move to the bend near his bulge. "Yeah. Nice and warm. Oh, yeah, nice
and warm."

"Whiskey does that to everyone, don't you think, Frank?" Rick moved his
hand to his glass and took a good gulp, leaned his elbows on the bar and
waited. "Ahh." Their thigh pressure lessened until Rick rubbed his up and
down. "Yeah, I miss my buddies. We had some nice times together."

"Doing like what, for example?" Frank got nervous but kept his thigh
against Rick's. With both hands on his glass he looked over into soft
eyes. The teen was his opposite, and Frank had always been drawn to dark
types, but he was confused by the attraction now, it felt so physical, but
he pressed on, rubbed their thighs together again. He then noticed his
shaft was now painfully hard in his jeans, but he didn't move his leg away
as he tried to adjust his cock. "Shit, I'm getting --.

"You OK, Frank?" Rick's hand rubbed his thigh.

"Yeah. I'm --, yeah, fine." He held his glass tight and whispered, "I only
ever once --." He stopped speaking and jerked a little when Rick's fingers
found his prick head and gently rubbed the swelling mass. "Ricky." He
looked around, whispered at the boy who massaged the stiffening shaft with
one exciting finger. "I think you better stop, Ricky." He pleaded. "It's
getting me --, we're in a --, shit, Ricky. Come on, boy."

"I think I better walk home, Frank." Rick chugged his drink. "See you
around, OK? And thanks for the drink. It was nice talking to you,
Frank. You know?"

Frank couldn't let the kid go off like that. "Let me drive you home." When
he put his arm around the boy's shoulder Rick moved his hand back to the
hard bulge and gave it a gentle squeeze. "You better stop that, or I don't
know what, OK?" He was desperate to have his cock sucked. Rick held his
glass in both hands, nursing the last few drops as Frank's thigh pressed
urgent against him. "I mean --, damn, I don't know what I mean."

Rick stood, and as he turned he dug a finger into the fly of Frank's jeans,
popping a button and rubbing the base of his stiff shaft. `No underwear,
Frank. I like that."  Frank stared wide eyed at the smiling boy who popped
another button and got a thumb in. "Nice, Frank." He gave the bent up shaft
a good massage. "I'll see you, huh?" Then he whispered, "And when you
figure out what makes a guy gay let me know, OK?"

Frank hurried out the door with his jacket in front of him. "Hey,
Rick. Come on. I said I'll take you home.  In the pick-up he said, "Slide
over here, boy," and tried to pull him close.

"I'm not a boy." Rick bristled. "I'm on my own and supporting myself and
getting no help from anyone."

"I didn't mean it like that. I meant, Come here, Baby."

Rick looked out the window and spat. "I'm not a baby either."

Frank rubbed the side of Rick' neck. "Come on, don't be mad, Angel. I
meant, Come here, you cute fucking hunk."

Rick jerked his head around. He'd remembered Frank calling him Angel when
he was a baby. "Why'd you say that?"

Frank ignored the question. "I saw your dick in the john, getting nice and
happy. It's bigger than mine, so lucky you too, but I need a blow job. I
haven't had a woman in three months, and I'm getting sick of hand jobbing
myself."

"Just take me home, Frank. OK?" Rick looked out the window to hide his face
and wiped his wet eyes on his sleeve.

"Won't you just let me put my arm over your shoulders? Come on, you're a
nice kid. You know how much I like you. I liked your dad a lot, and I like
you too. I know it's hard being alone." Rick was in love and slid next to
Frank. When the arm went around his shoulders Rick sank into him, letting
himself be pulled into a warm embrace. "Now isn't that better, Angel?" His
hand went into the neck of the tee shirt and rubbed his chest.

"You smell good, Frank." Then half to himself, "You always smelled good."
Rick looked down at Frank's basket. Frank noticed and popped the buttons of
his jeans, and Rick saw a nice patch of short-shaved, blond hair and the
root of his big fat cock. Frank put his hand on the back of Rick's head and
coaxed him down. Half way to his prize Rick stopped. "Just take me home,
Frank. Please?" He sat back up, sad, confused, not wanting to be somebody's
cum dumpster.

"Whatever you want, Ricky." Frank put both hands on the wheel and drove
until his erection got painful, bent in his jeans. "Fuck, I can't drive
like this." He pulled it out, and Rick stared. The whiskey was working now,
Rick wasn't used to it, and all his defences were down. In the windshield
reflection Frank watched him study his prick head atop thick eight inches
of stiff neat. "Just give it a little kiss, Ricky. You know I won't tell a
soul. And you like it. I know you do. Come on, Angel."

That was all Rick needed. He bent down into Frank's crotch. "That's a good
boy." Frank stroked the thick silken hair as the warm mouth engulfed half
his shaft. The tongue lovingly played circles over the glans, the breath
warm in his crotch, he panted excited. He rubbed the boy's back, thrilled
like never before. "Oh, Angel, that's so beautiful." He straighten his legs
to push up into Rick's mouth. "I knew we'd both like it. That feels so
good, Angel Baby."

Rick sat up and looked at Frank's profile. He hadn't called him Angel since
he was a baby. He remembered. "The steering wheel's in the way,
Frank. Let's wait until we get to my place."

In the drive Frank stopped the truck, slid to the middle of the seat and
pulled his jeans down to his knees. "Come on, baby. Give me a nice blow
job."

"Let's go inside, Frank." Rick led them into his parents' bedroom that he
used now. "Are you clean?" He asked.

"I guess. What do you mean?"

"Come on." Rick stripped and led them into the large shower stall built for
two. Frank watched the beautiful young body flow. The round ass cheeks
wobbled like golden globes under the thin waist. Rick had lovely long legs
and a sleek torso. Frank stripped and followed the boy, wondering if he
wanted to get fucked.

The whiskey made Rick bolder than he imagined, and once wet he soaped up
Frank's crotch and ass, spending too much time on the ass. "Don't get any
ideas about that place, Ricky, Forget that right now." Frank was suddenly
startled at his own mixed emotions. He was not going to get fucked by this
boy, and yet he loved the ass attention he was getting.

"I know, Frank. I'm just getting things like I like it. Come on." They
rinsed off in silence, dried themselves and got on the bed, Frank on his
back, spread eagle in the middle, waiting to be serviced. Rick sat on the
edge of the bed. When their eyes met he said, "I've always thought you were
beautiful, Frank. You got a beautiful body, and a great cock. How come you
haven't got a wife?"

That embarrassed Frank. "I don't know, Ricky. You're a fine looking young
man yourself. Got no girlfriend either, right?" He stroked his hard
cock. "You still want to suck me off?" When Rick just stared motionless
Frank added, "Don't cry, Ricky. Come on, Angel, you're not going to be
alone."

Ricky bent down enough so Frank couldn't see his face as he massaged the
smooth chest, running fingers lightly over the nipples, tweaking them
gently. Then he leaned down and kissed the pectoral above the heart and
quickly wiped away the few tears that fell. Frank felt the warm breath, the
soft lips, the hands gliding delicately over him. When the tongue circled
one nipple he sighed, "Oh, Ricky. That makes me feel good."

Rick gently stroked the fat hard shaft that pulsed over Frank's
thigh. "You're so beautiful, Frank." Frank heard the whisper as Rick's
tongue worked its way down to the dripping cock head to savour the sweet
fluid. "And you taste so good." He milked more pre-cum to the the slit and
let its rich flavour fill his mouth. "You and daddy together were so
beautiful to watch, but I always wanted you more." He cupped the heavy
testicles and licked his way down to them.

"You ever get it on with Ken?" Frank stroked the boy's head.

"I sucked Dad off about five years ago, but he felt so bad afterwards that
I thought it would only happened that once. He knew I was disappointed and
just told me he loved me but couldn't. I said I knew and thanked him for
the one wonderful day. Then a week or so before they crashed he came into
my room after mom went to bed and asked me if I wanted me to suck him
again. He had on his bathrobe so I just opened it and sucked in his prick
head. He got hard right away."

"How big was it?" Frank played with Rick's hair as the boy chewed on his
balls. "Oh Angel. That feels good. You really like men, don't you."

"Bigger than yours, smaller than mine. I like you, like your cock." He slid
his tongue back up the thick shaft.

"How much bigger?"

"About half way between us. It was a nice one."

"Yeah, I always figured Kenny had a big cock." When Frank leaned over and
reached for Rick's cock the boy moved so Frank could jack him while his
cock was sucked. As his hand slid the pre cum over the massive glans he
stared at nature's wonder, fascinated by it symmetry, its huge
perfection. "Whoa, Ricky. You were lying when you said you got ten
inches. That's at least a foot, isn't it?"

Rick looked up from the huge testicles he sucked and the wonderful eight
inches he stroked and smiled. "Yes. I have a really big one, but I'm not a
size queen, Frank. I think you're perfect. I love yours." He pulled the
glans to his lips and milked the pre cum onto his tongue. "You're
wonderful. I want you." He slid his lips up and down the shaft.

And Frank slid his hand up and down the boy's shaft. "So you sucked him off
again. Did he come a lot?"

"I sucked him until we were both hard. Then he got on the bed in a
sixty-nine position and we sucked each other until I rolled him over and
straddled him."

"Why?"

"I wanted his cock up my ass. I wanted him in me so bad."

"He fucked you?" Frank stroked Rick hard now. "Wow." Frank fell silent.

"Yes." Rick stopped sucking and cried. "It was wonderful, and now he's
gone."

"Oh Angel. Pleas don't cry." Frank took him in his arms and held him. "I
shouldn't have asked. Please don't cry." He rocked the boy tenderly until
Rick kissed him. "That's a good boy. You'll be fine."

"I love you, Frank. I always have." He rubbed the muscled chest.

"Oh, Angel. Don't be sad. I'll be here for you."

Rick smiled at the thought and slithered down, back to deep sucking Frank's
perfect cock, worshipping the man he loved. "Ahh, shit, Ricky. That feels
so good. I don't know how that could ever make Ken feel guilty." Frank
tried to push his cock further down Rick"s throat, but Rick was in firm
control and cupped the huge, ripe testicles in one hand as the other guided
Frank's cock between his lips, pushed it from one side of his mouth to the
other, swizzled it around his lips. "Oh. Such a good boy."

Then he got between Frank's legs and pushed his knees up, held them to his
chest and pushed a pillow under his pelvis. "Stop right there, Rick. Don't
get any ideas." He began to straighten his legs.

"Please, Frank. I just want to kiss you. Close your eyes," Rick said. When
Frank did Rick went around the world on him. His lips slid off the precious
cock head and slithered down the shaft. His tongue licked the smooth shaved
scrotum. Then he sucked in Frank's big, full balls, first one, then the
other, warming them so he could pull the scrotum to its full extension. He
rubbed his raspy, stubbled chin against the skin between Frank's balls and
ass hole before Frank felt the tongue follow, running back and forth along
the scrotal ridge toward the ass hole. Every time Rick slid over the ridge
he descended closer to his goal, the pulsating pink pucker closed up virgin
tight.

Frank groaned when Rick massaged the leaking glans at the top of his thick
shaft and held Rick''s hand still. "Not so fast, Angel. You're going to get
me. Let's make it last, OK?" He reached over and took hold of Rick's
massive cock again, measuring its girth and length. "Oh, baby. Look at
you." The center of the shaft swelled so fat he lacked a couple of inches
to encircle it with his middle finger and thumb. "Wow. That's something I
got ahold of here, Ricky. You're real big." He could hear the fear in his
own voice. "That beauty is going to make someone real happy."

Rick grinned to himself. Frank had said `beauty', not monster or big cock,
but beauty. "I'm glad you like it, Frank. I like you playing with it."

When Rick's tongue slid down to Frank's puckered hole he gasped, "No, oh,
Angel. What are you doing?" As his ass was licked he stared at the cock he
held in his hand. It was so smooth, perfect. Frighteningly large. He
stroked it and said, "Don't even think about putting this cannon up my
ass."

Rick ignored him and tongued the tight hole until it slowly gave way and
relaxed, and he could get a finger into the burly man's warm anus. "Oh,
yeah, Frankie. You're getting nice and soft."

"Ricky, baby, don't do that." But Frank made no move to stop him. Instead
he massaged the boy's gigantic fuck pole. Rick sucked his huge balls and
massaged the fat cock shaft while his middle finger gently moved in and out
of the tender anus. "Damn, Ricky." His anus thrilled him for the first time
in his life. "Oh, Angel Baby. You know how to make a man feel real crazy."
Without thinking his free hand pulled his ass cheek, opening his hole
wider. "Ricky Baby. Get your tongue back in there." Rick spat out the huge
testicle and dug his tongue into the pink meaty starburst again. "That's
it, Angel Baby. Oh damn, damn that's it."

"I love you, Frank. Since I was a kid." Then he slid his lips up to the
beautiful cock. "Everything about you." His finger moved deep into the warm
anus. Then he spat into his hand and deposited the goo onto the ass
pucker. As he deep throated Frank he slid another finger into the softening
anus.

"Oh, suck me, baby." Frank moaned and stroked Rick's giant cock as he
gyrated his ass over the probing fingers. "Slow down. I'm getting to like
this. Let's make it last. It's feeling good." He let go of Rick's giant
cock just long enough to push the pillow further under his sacrum, then
went back to slow stroking the fuck organ he was admiring. "Look at you."

"I thought you'd like it." Rick tongue fucked his big man's softening hole.

As he licked him open Frank whispered, "Damn, Ricky. You got a real
beautiful cock here. It's like a monument or something." He pulled himself
close enough that Rick felt the warm breath on his prick head, and Frank's
brain made secret connections between the huge glans and his anus.

Rick licked his way around the balls again as his fingers played with the
virgin ass, slowly playing poke and seek with his tongue and fingers,
coaxing the strong muscle open. As Frank began to trust the boy he
relaxed. When the virgin pucker swelled Rick got another finger in as his
tongue kept poking around. Spit flowed as he worked his way deep into the
man he loved.

Then he stopped to look at the beautiful hole. "I love you, Frank, and your
ass hole is so beautiful I could kiss it and suck it all night." Then his
hot breath whispered to the tight anus. "And fuck it all night,
too. Uh-ha."

Frank's head hung back, and he groaned, lost in another world, "Don't stop,
Angel Baby. Get your tongue in there again." He could feel the love Rick
pumped into his ass. Rick licked and tongue fucked the swollen anus, then
pursed his lips and kissed the softening pucker as he slipped his thumbs in
and pulled the hole open.

In his first experience of anal euphoria Frank babbled to himself, "Uh-huh,
Angel Baby. That's it. You love my ass hole. I can feel it. You love doing
that. Damn... Angel. You're making me go funny, feel --, ah. Yeah, get in
there. That's it, don't stop. Don't stop, Baby. Get in there good. That's
right. Deep is good. Deep is --, oh, yeah, like --, like that, yeah, deep
is good. Getting --, getting --, oh yeah, my ass --, eating so good. You
--, you love that too, huh, Angel? Oh, yeah. That's real good. Deep, deep
in there, Angel."

"Pull your ass cheeks apart for me, Frank." When the big strong man did his
rosy, meaty, ass star swelled full open. "God, I love your ass,
Franky. You're so beautiful." Rick kissed the warm anal meat and tongue
fucked his lover softly as he slow stroked the steel hard shaft. As he ate
open the soft pucker he whispered, "Damn, are you ready for a good
fucking."

Fear jolted Frank out of the most erotic moment he'd ever
experienced. "Shit, what are you doing to me, Rick?" His legs stiffened
straight out.

"I'm giving big, butch Frank Frock a good rimming. Girls do it. I've seen
videos.

"Yeah, but they don't have cocks like this one." He almost wanted to suck
the giant meat hose. "You're a good ass licker, Rick, and a good tease, but
I came over for a blow job, that's all."

"I don't tease, Frank. Just lie there and enjoy it." Rick
whispered. "Because I sure am."  His tongue worked its way to the pink anal
blossom again. When Frank squirmed Rick stuck his tongue in again. "That's
it, Franky. Push back against me. Open that manhole for me, kiss me with
it." When Rick felt the hole swell he slowly slipped his tongue into the
hot interior. "Like that, Frank. Your ass is so kissable." When he felt
Frank tightened around him he pumped his tongue, and Frank squeezed and
relaxed until the tongue slid out.

"Fuck, Baby, don't stop." Frank panted. "Shit." Rick spat, and then wrapped
his index finger around his middle finger. He then licked his way up to the
head of Frank's cock. As he gave him one slow deep throat he slid his
fingers deep into Frank's anus. "Oh, Angel Baby. What the fuck are we
doing?" He held Rick's head and jabbed his cock down his throat, pushing
around in the sucking boy as he squirmed on the fingers up his anus. When
Rick burst up for air he leaned forward to kiss Frank on the mouth. Frank
turned away.

"What?" Rick asked. "It's only been around here." He pushed his fingers
deeper into Frank fuck hole. "Kissing your beautiful ass." He pushed his
tongue into Frank's mouth. Frank almost choked him until he smelled his own
scent. The aroma was like nothing he'd ever imagined, something
intoxicating and animalistic, pure male.

"Fuck, Ricky." He knew Rick would not stop unless he was forced, and he
couldn't force him. He took Rick's head in both hands and sucked the
intruding tongue as he rocked his ass on the probing fingers. As he started
to pant he said, "Do my ass again, Ricky Angel. Please. With your tongue."
Frank gave the boy a soft kiss and pushed him to his ripe tight hole. "I
never thought that could feel so good, and you're a real ass lover, aren't
you?" He lay back in bliss again.

"I am, in more ways than one, so just lie back and enjoy it." Rick knelt
between Frank's legs, raised his pelvis higher and milked his own huge
thick cock shaft until the drool dripped down his glans. Then he moved
closer and smeared the head over Frank's pucker. Frank wasn't sure what
touched him. His head hung back and he panted and squirmed as Rick swizzled
his prick's head against the tight, muscular rim of Frank's round pucker,
sliming it up real good.

Frank suddenly opened his eyes wide. "Ricky, what are you doing?" He
trembled as the huge glans slipped around his anus. "Don't do that." But he
made no move to stop the boy. He just lay there, ass ripe, as the soft
spongy prick head played circles around his ass pucker. "Oh, Ricky. Doh-
oh- doh- oh- don't, fuck me."

"I won't do anything you don't want, Frank. You want me to suck you off
now?"

 Frank's head rolled back, and he let out a long, "Ooooooohhhh,
Rickieeee..." His pelvis rocked over the forbidden man fruit sliding over
his virgin pucker. "I don't know... I never --, I can't. You know? I just
can't." As the glans slipped over his pucker he pulled his cheeks
apart. "It feels so good though." As his ass hung open his head hung
back. He felt trapped in his own desire.

Rick held his giant baseball bat shaft and steadily smeared rings of pre
cum around Frank's pucker. Frank rocked against the huge, meaty head that
threatened his whole masculinity, his very being.

"That's it, Franky. Close your eyes and just feel it." With all the pre cum
on the loosening hole two fingers easily slid in and out of the soft
pucker. His lips slid up and down the shaft, avoiding the sensitive glans.

"Ricky. I only ever fucked a few guys before. Sucked a guy once. I sort of
had to." He lay helpless in the sensual web. "Oh, fuck. Please Ricky. Don't
make me do that. I just wanted --, waned --, yeah, that feels so good. A
--, blow job."

"Shush." The fingers came out and the glans swiped more pre cum over the
ripe pucker. "I can do that if that's all you want."

"OK, then." But the softening anus pushed back against the warm, spongy
prick head. "That feels good though." Frank's mouth hung open. "You know?"

"I know it does. Open your beautiful ass hole over my cock like it did over
my tongue." Rick pushed a finger into the lush manhole, slimy with his
dripping pre-cum. When it opened he pulled the pucker to his cock and
pushed hard enough to shove his prick head into Frank's anus.

"Ricky, no." Frank's mind wanted Rick to stop but his anus swelled at the
touch of the huge, ripe prick. "What are you doing?"

Rick pulled back and sucked the steel shaft deep into his mouth as he
finger fucked the softening anus. "I love you, Frank."

On his back with his legs in the air he pushed Rick's head back down to his
ass hole. "Then do my ass some more with your mouth."

Rick made love to his ass hole again. "If you could see yourself, Frank,
lying there scared, waiting to get fucked by a big cock." He kissed the
rosy anus. "I won't hurt you though. It hurts a little the first time, but
it's worth it. You'll see."

"No I won't. Stop." He put his legs down. "Just get me off. OK?" He pushed
Rick's mouth over his prick head. "That's enough. Suck me off now. Fuck,
Rick. Stop."

Without another word Rick pulled the pillow out from under Frank's hips and
sucked his cock. He made love to his dream man as best he could, adoring
his beautiful cock, and in a minute Frank blasted a load like he'd never
shot before. Rick gulped the sweet juice down, milked the shaft and sucked
out every last drop. The final process of cock loving brought Frank to a
sensation of pleasure he'd never experienced before.

When there was no more cum to leak out Rick kissed the spent shaft and sat
up. "Thank you, Frank. And thanks for the ride home." He got up to brush
his teeth before going to sleep.

When he came out of the bathroom Frank was tying his shoes. "What about
you? He asked the dumb question.

Rick's smile was so alluring Frank almost embraced him, but Rick was too
fast. He jumped into bed saying, "I'll probably jack off after you go. Good
night, Frank. See you around, huh?"

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