Chapter 10
“You really DO have that photograph!” Frankie exclaimed in surprise, staring up at Caleb’s bedroom wall.
He heard a deep chuckle behind him. He turned to face the big man lounging in the doorway, watching him with amusement in the dark-blue eyes. “I told you I did,” Caleb pointed out, his lips quirking.
“Well, I just thought that…” Frankie began, then trailed off because he was a little embarrassed about his assumption.
“You thought that I told you that to get you into my bedroom,” Caleb finished for him, smiling.
Frankie shrugged helplessly. Caleb laughed again. “So you think that you’re that irresistible, huh?” he teased.
Frankie lifted his chin. “Why not?” he said boldly.
Caleb ran his gaze down Frankie’s body boldly, making him lose his breath. “Yeah, why not?” he agreed. His voice was lowering, going husky. Frankie’s stomach muscles knotted sharply at the heat that began to rise in the hungry gaze. “But if you’re all of that, prove it.”
Frankie took a shuddering breath. “How?” he asked simply.
Caleb’s grin was wide and wicked. “Take your clothes off and let me see,” he said lasciviously. I’ll judge for myself.”
Frankie’s fingers went to the bottom edge of his sweater without any input from his brain whatsoever. Caleb just stood there and waited, his eyes focused on Frankie like a laser. He shivered slightly as he began to lift the sweater up over his torso, revealing the t-shirt he was wearing under it. He stood with the sweater in his hands, looking around uncertainly. “Drape it over the chair,” Caleb told him, nodding at one that already had a shirt carelessly thrown over the seat.
Frankie draped the sweater over the top of the chair, then hesitated for a moment before divesting himself slowly of the t-shirt as well. He wasn’t trying to be sexy by this slow undressing, exactly; he was just a little nervous and awkward. This was the first time that he’d taken his clothes off for this particular man, after all – and the first time was always a bit unnerving. But finally it was off, and he just stood there sort of holding it to his chest as he turned toward Caleb.
The dark-blue gaze ran over his chest and stomach slowly, and Caleb said nothing at first. Frankie wondered if he should start sweating – he wasn’t exactly Brad Pitt, after all. He seldom worked out vigorously, and while his stomach was flat he didn’t have massive pecs or six-pack abs. And he WAS kind of short – not dwarf short, but little compared to a towering creature like Caleb. He wasn’t ashamed of his body or anything, but wished suddenly that he could put the t-shirt back on…
Caleb spoke at last. “What about the jeans?” he asked, as his gazed settled on Frankie’s crotch. “I want to see…everything.”
His breath left him in a strangled gasp, and Frankie had to force his fingers to open so that he could toss the t-shirt away onto the chair back. Caleb waited some more, patiently, a little smile on his face that was making Frankie feel desperately aroused. His fumbling fingers fell to the front of the jeans, and he wrestled for an embarrassingly long time with the snap and zipper. But finally he dealt with them, and began to push the jeans down off of his hips. He had to wriggle to get out of them, and a low groan above his head made butterflies dance in his stomach. He slowed the push, beginning to take his time now because he wanted to tease and taunt Caleb.
Finally, in slow increments, he pushed the jeans off down to his knees and straightened up. Now he wore only his underwear, a not-very-sexy pair of utilitarian ones. But he hadn’t known that this was going to happen today! Or he would have worn something a lot sexier. As it was, he felt like Bridget Jones when Hugh Grant’s character first caught sight of her enormous granny panties. He glanced up into Caleb’s eyes, and was reassured by the way that they were lidded and smoky. Clearly he wasn’t being put off by the plain underwear. Frankie doubted that he even saw it, since his gaze seemed to be riveted on the mound under the fabric.
He stepped out of the tangle of jeans, and set one hand on his hip. “Well?” he asked. “Do I pass muster?”
Caleb cocked his head to the side as he pretended to consider this question. “I suppose you do,” he conceded at last, making Frankie stick his tongue out at him. He chuckled, shaking his head. “You sure are feisty for such a little thing,” he teased.
“I’ve told you before what you’ll get if you keep up with that ‘little’ shit,” Frankie threatened, glowering up at him.
“Oh, what? I don’t have a very long memory,” Caleb said, his lips twitching.
Frankie harrumphed in disgust. “You’re a real ass, you know that?” he groused.
Caleb grinned. “Yes, I am. Would you like a peek?” he turned around unselfconsciously, and Frankie felt his moth go dry as he stared at the fabulous ass he could clearly see encased in denim. He said hoarsely: “A peek would be fine.”
Caleb turned back around, raking him with that hot gaze again. “All right, but you have to finish showing me yours,” he pointed out. His fingers made a curling motion at the underwear. “Take it all off, baby,” he purred.
Frankie grasped the waistband of the underwear and began to pull it down. His cock sprang free eagerly, twitching and leaking in its excitement. He bent down to step out of the underwear, then straightened up once more. He spread his hands a little as he faced Caleb. “This is it,” he said, trying to sound calm and even toned. “That’s all of me.”
“Yes, I can see that,” Caleb agreed, looking him over. He paused, then continued: “I see that good things really do come in small packages.”
Frankie considered hitting him, but decided against it since that might mean that he broke the mood. Caleb grinned when he saw Frankie’s expression. “I don’t mean that as a slur,” he went on. “I just think that you’re adorable.”
Frankie didn’t whether to feel flattered or irritated. “What am I, a small dog?” he sniped, eyeing Caleb in an annoyed way.
Caleb’s lips twitched again. “You certainly yap loudly enough to be one,” he noted, which made Frankie see red. He started toward Caleb with the intent to kill in his eyes, but found his hand grabbed and held easily above his head when he attempted to hit the massive bastard. Caleb grinned sexily down at him. “Definitely feisty,” he said, then he swooped on fir a kiss.
Frankie forgot his ire as Caleb’s mouth plundered his. He moaned, standing on tip toe and tangling his tongue with Caleb’s. His hands grabbed at the bigger man’s shirt to hold himself up as Caleb sucked on his tongue and ran his big hands down Frankie’s bare body possessively. When one of them curled around his cock, his legs threatened to give way under him. He cried out into Caleb’s mouth, spreading his legs as that massive mitt stroked and felt him up in a manner designed to drive him crazy.
Caleb pulled back, lazily licking at his bottom lip. “I don’t really think that you’re a small dog,” he said as Frankie blinked up at him bemusedly. “I’m not that much of a pervert. I don’t do animals.”
“Huh. I wouldn’t put it past you,” Frankie managed to sniff, then gasped as Caleb’s fingertips pinched the head of his dick in retaliation.
Caleb laughed huskily and pushed him backward. He found himself sprawled out on the bed on his back before he knew what had happened. Caleb stood over him and began to peel his long-sleeved shirt off. “I still have to show you mine, “he said to Frankie.
Okay, this was better. He propped himself up on his elbows and watched hungrily as Caleb peeled off his clothes in a matter-of-fact manner that was nonetheless totally sexy. His chest was a broad expanse of muscle, almost hairless. It made Frankie’s mouth water just to look at it. His abs were defined without being like a Ken doll’s, and a thin trail of dark hair headed under the waistband of the jeans toward his groin. Frankie felt faint as he stared at that treasure trail, imaging himself finding the pot ‘o gold at the end of it. Caleb began to shuck out of his jeans, yanking them down his long legs swiftly. Then he was amazingly, gloriously, naked, and poor Frankie wondered if he wasn’t going to pass out here and now from loss of blood to his brain…
Caleb tossed the jeans over the chair seat, and turned back to Frankie. He mourned the loss of the vision of the amazingly fine ass, but the sight of Caleb’s big, firm cock washed away any regret he felt. He stared at it, salivating, and his whole body flush and tight with arousal. Caleb walked over to the bed and crawled onto its surface, straddling Frankie’s slight body with his own. “So do I pass muster?” he asked, his mouth sketching perilously close to Frankie’s.
“I guess,” he said, his own voice breathless.
Caleb chuckled, then bent his head and reclaimed Frankie’s mouth. His big body lowered somewhat, and Frankie moaned as their skin slid together sensually. His hands lifted to slide over Caleb’s broad shoulders, learning new territory. Caleb attacked his neck, sucking and licking at it, and he made little sounds as his fingertips caressed over Caleb’s skin lightly. He lifted his legs and twined them around Caleb’s waist, and in retaliation, the bigger man attacked his left nipple with his lips and tongue until Frankie was panting and nearly delirious. He caressed Caleb’s nipples in turn with his fingers, making the gorgeous hunk of beef groan and kiss him hungrily. Then he was being pushed down on the bed, and Caleb began to slide backward as he kissed Frankie’s trembling stomach.
“You’re not so little where it counts,” Caleb mumbled, biting delicately at his skin before moving downward to engulf Frankie’s cock with his hot mouth.
He moaned, pushing upward with his hips. God, Caleb was good at this! It felt like his soul was being sucked out of the end of his dick. He buried his fingers in the dark hair and held on for dear life, panting wildly and moaning like a whore. Fingers sketched his balls, then pressed on his perineum. He was sure that he was going to come embarrassingly soon, but he couldn’t help it. It had simply been too long for him, and Caleb was just too talented with his mouth. Lifting his head, he watched those sensual lips sliding down him almost to the root. Caleb’s eyes met his, and the fucker hollowed his cheeks and sucked like a vacuum. Frankie nearly screamed as he came, shooting into the other man’s sucking mouth as he fell back in a limp heap.
Caleb licked him clean neatly. “Very nice,” he commented.
Frankie only mumbled something incoherent, still rather out of it. Caleb chuckled and scooted up the bed, bringing himself near Frankie’s head. “Me next?” he asked hopefully.
Frankie turned his head and moved only a little, sinking down between Caleb’s massive thighs. He opened his mouth wide and went to town, showing off his own cocksucking skills. One of his hands curled around the base and stroked in time with his movements, and Caleb petted his hair and moaned in a satisfactory way for him. “Oh, yeah, baby,” he husked. “That feels great.”
Frankie felt pride in his reactions. He gave it his all, bobbing his head and using his tongue to twine and twirl around the hard length. He was rewarded for his efforts by a rush of tangy semen, hearing Caleb cry out his name as the fingers pulled at his hair rather painfully. Then he was being kissed voraciously, as Caleb’s fingers lifted his chin. Then he was being pushed backward, and this time Caleb seemed to have deiced to eat him from the face down. His lips were everywhere – licking, sucking, and lapping at every inch of Frankie’s skin. He let his own hands do the walking, mapping Caleb’s skin. He almost came again when Caleb sucked at his fingers one by one, and when the bigger man rolled him over he moaned when his cock hit the fabric of the bedspread.
The big man straddled his hips and began to massage the muscles of his back. He moaned in pleasure, and Caleb swooped down to kiss his shoulders. “Mmm, Frankie, you have the cutest ass,” Caleb said, and he didn’t care about being called ‘cute’ anymore. He was too busy enjoying the feel of Caleb’s hands cradling and kneading the cheeks of said ass to care. He lifted his hips a little, moaning when those big hands pulled him apart. Then he did more than moan, because he felt the warm, wet, insistent caress of a tongue on his most private and sensitive parts. He buried his face in the bedspread and thrashed as Caleb proceeded to eat him out with skill and verve, the big hands holding him in place so that he couldn’t get away – even if he’d actually wanted to.
“Oh, Fuck, please!” he finally wailed. “Fuck me, Caleb!”
“Can do, boss,” Caleb said from behind him, and he felt slick fingers caress his asshole lightly. Then one pushed in, and he moaned and jerked. Caleb, the evil bastard, took his time preparing Frankie. He was worked up into a total lather by the time that three fingers were stroking and plunging into him, widening him inexorably. He cried out and begged shamelessly, wanting relief.
Finally the three fingers disappeared, and Frankie gasped as he found himself being lifted. Caleb pulled him into his lap facing away from him, and Frankie felt a smooth, slick something prodded at his back door. He pushed backward, setting his hands on Caleb’s forearms to aid him. His teeth gritted as he was breeched by something pretty big, but he simply didn’t care. He wanted more, he wanted all of it. Caleb scoured his neck with kisses and pinched his nipples as he sank down, then bit at his earlobe. Frankie nearly whimpered as he finally sat down in Caleb’s lap, now so full he could barely stand it. But it also felt amazingly good, and his head tilted back so that it could rest on Caleb’s shoulder.
“Hmm, I like this,” Caleb breathed into his hair. Frankie couldn’t help but agree, lying in Caleb’s lap with a big cock buried in him to the hilt. Big hands slid down his chest and stomach, and he moaned waveringly.
“Gonna move, baby, or shall I?” Caleb asked him darkly.
Frankie couldn’t even answer, so Caleb took it upon himself. He grabbed Frankie’s hips and began to move him up and down a bit, and soon Frankie was helping as his need to move became overwhelming. Together they found a good pace, and Frankie moved faster as his fingers closed tightly in the skin of Caleb’s big forearms. He held on as he rode, his mouth open and his eyes half closed as pleasure overwhelmed him. Lips kissed his neck and shoulder, then teeth nibbled on his collarbone. He made a choked sound, surging in Caleb’s lap. “Ooohhh, Gooodddd,” he moaned, one of his hands reaching down to fumble around until he managed to grab his own cock. “Gonnaa…gonnaaaa…”
“Come, baby,” Caleb urged him, and he did just that. A low cry burst from his lips as he spurted, his back arching and his whole body going rigid. Caleb pushed into him slowly throughout his intense orgasm, but finally the big body shuddered under him as Caleb found his own end.
Frankie collapsed back against the massive chest behind him ,drained and utterly sated. Caleb kissed the top of his head, his arms closing around Frankie as he cuddled the smaller man against him in the aftermath.
“So,” he said breathily after a moment, “Did you like the photograph?”
Frankie moaned softly, laying his cheek on Caleb’s big shoulder. They were rocking together in perfect unison, and hands were squeezing and kneading the cheeks of his ass. He shuddered in pleasure as his body began to wind up tighter and tighter in anticipation of that supernova known as orgasm. He was going to come so hard…he could feel it…
“You like this, baby?” Caleb husked into his ear.
“Yesss,” he gasped.
“Good. Let’s feel you come now,” then teeth nibbled at his ear, and Frankie lost it. He cried out as he came, his body jerking and twitching as he succumbed and painted Caleb’s chest and stomach white.
“Mmm, beautiful,” Caleb growled, just before he groaned and stiffened himself. Frankie sat panting on his lap, his forehead resting on his lover’s shoulder.
There was a short, contented silence, and then Frankie reluctantly stirred. “I have homework to do,” he sighed regretfully.
Caleb made a low sound. “Do you have to?” he asked in a mock-pouting voice.
Frankie laughed a little as they disconnected. “I’m afraid so. It’s just something that you’ll have to get used to if you’re gonna date me.”
Caleb shrugged. “If I have to, I have to,” he said easily. “Besides, if you can put up with not getting to see me for part of the weekends, then I can handle you studying. Do you want to use my computer in the study?”
“I’d love it,” Frankie said, pausing in climbing off of the bed. “It's okay with you?”
“Very okay. Especially if you study like this,” he leered appreciatively at Frankie’s nude body.
He grinned but shook his head. “I think that would be too much of a distraction,” he said. “But it is a nice thought, I’ll admit.”
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“You really DO have that photograph!” Frankie exclaimed in surprise, staring up at Caleb’s bedroom wall.
He heard a deep chuckle behind him. He turned to face the big man lounging in the doorway, watching him with amusement in the dark-blue eyes. “I told you I did,” Caleb pointed out, his lips quirking.
“Well, I just thought that…” Frankie began, then trailed off because he was a little embarrassed about his assumption.
“You thought that I told you that to get you into my bedroom,” Caleb finished for him, smiling.
Frankie shrugged helplessly. Caleb laughed again. “So you think that you’re that irresistible, huh?” he teased.
Frankie lifted his chin. “Why not?” he said boldly.
Caleb ran his gaze down Frankie’s body boldly, making him lose his breath. “Yeah, why not?” he agreed. His voice was lowering, going husky. Frankie’s stomach muscles knotted sharply at the heat that began to rise in the hungry gaze. “But if you’re all of that, prove it.”
Frankie took a shuddering breath. “How?” he asked simply.
Caleb’s grin was wide and wicked. “Take your clothes off and let me see,” he said lasciviously. I’ll judge for myself.”
Frankie’s fingers went to the bottom edge of his sweater without any input from his brain whatsoever. Caleb just stood there and waited, his eyes focused on Frankie like a laser. He shivered slightly as he began to lift the sweater up over his torso, revealing the t-shirt he was wearing under it. He stood with the sweater in his hands, looking around uncertainly. “Drape it over the chair,” Caleb told him, nodding at one that already had a shirt carelessly thrown over the seat.
Frankie draped the sweater over the top of the chair, then hesitated for a moment before divesting himself slowly of the t-shirt as well. He wasn’t trying to be sexy by this slow undressing, exactly; he was just a little nervous and awkward. This was the first time that he’d taken his clothes off for this particular man, after all – and the first time was always a bit unnerving. But finally it was off, and he just stood there sort of holding it to his chest as he turned toward Caleb.
The dark-blue gaze ran over his chest and stomach slowly, and Caleb said nothing at first. Frankie wondered if he should start sweating – he wasn’t exactly Brad Pitt, after all. He seldom worked out vigorously, and while his stomach was flat he didn’t have massive pecs or six-pack abs. And he WAS kind of short – not dwarf short, but little compared to a towering creature like Caleb. He wasn’t ashamed of his body or anything, but wished suddenly that he could put the t-shirt back on…
Caleb spoke at last. “What about the jeans?” he asked, as his gazed settled on Frankie’s crotch. “I want to see…everything.”
His breath left him in a strangled gasp, and Frankie had to force his fingers to open so that he could toss the t-shirt away onto the chair back. Caleb waited some more, patiently, a little smile on his face that was making Frankie feel desperately aroused. His fumbling fingers fell to the front of the jeans, and he wrestled for an embarrassingly long time with the snap and zipper. But finally he dealt with them, and began to push the jeans down off of his hips. He had to wriggle to get out of them, and a low groan above his head made butterflies dance in his stomach. He slowed the push, beginning to take his time now because he wanted to tease and taunt Caleb.
Finally, in slow increments, he pushed the jeans off down to his knees and straightened up. Now he wore only his underwear, a not-very-sexy pair of utilitarian ones. But he hadn’t known that this was going to happen today! Or he would have worn something a lot sexier. As it was, he felt like Bridget Jones when Hugh Grant’s character first caught sight of her enormous granny panties. He glanced up into Caleb’s eyes, and was reassured by the way that they were lidded and smoky. Clearly he wasn’t being put off by the plain underwear. Frankie doubted that he even saw it, since his gaze seemed to be riveted on the mound under the fabric.
He stepped out of the tangle of jeans, and set one hand on his hip. “Well?” he asked. “Do I pass muster?”
Caleb cocked his head to the side as he pretended to consider this question. “I suppose you do,” he conceded at last, making Frankie stick his tongue out at him. He chuckled, shaking his head. “You sure are feisty for such a little thing,” he teased.
“I’ve told you before what you’ll get if you keep up with that ‘little’ shit,” Frankie threatened, glowering up at him.
“Oh, what? I don’t have a very long memory,” Caleb said, his lips twitching.
Frankie harrumphed in disgust. “You’re a real ass, you know that?” he groused.
Caleb grinned. “Yes, I am. Would you like a peek?” he turned around unselfconsciously, and Frankie felt his moth go dry as he stared at the fabulous ass he could clearly see encased in denim. He said hoarsely: “A peek would be fine.”
Caleb turned back around, raking him with that hot gaze again. “All right, but you have to finish showing me yours,” he pointed out. His fingers made a curling motion at the underwear. “Take it all off, baby,” he purred.
Frankie grasped the waistband of the underwear and began to pull it down. His cock sprang free eagerly, twitching and leaking in its excitement. He bent down to step out of the underwear, then straightened up once more. He spread his hands a little as he faced Caleb. “This is it,” he said, trying to sound calm and even toned. “That’s all of me.”
“Yes, I can see that,” Caleb agreed, looking him over. He paused, then continued: “I see that good things really do come in small packages.”
Frankie considered hitting him, but decided against it since that might mean that he broke the mood. Caleb grinned when he saw Frankie’s expression. “I don’t mean that as a slur,” he went on. “I just think that you’re adorable.”
Frankie didn’t whether to feel flattered or irritated. “What am I, a small dog?” he sniped, eyeing Caleb in an annoyed way.
Caleb’s lips twitched again. “You certainly yap loudly enough to be one,” he noted, which made Frankie see red. He started toward Caleb with the intent to kill in his eyes, but found his hand grabbed and held easily above his head when he attempted to hit the massive bastard. Caleb grinned sexily down at him. “Definitely feisty,” he said, then he swooped on fir a kiss.
Frankie forgot his ire as Caleb’s mouth plundered his. He moaned, standing on tip toe and tangling his tongue with Caleb’s. His hands grabbed at the bigger man’s shirt to hold himself up as Caleb sucked on his tongue and ran his big hands down Frankie’s bare body possessively. When one of them curled around his cock, his legs threatened to give way under him. He cried out into Caleb’s mouth, spreading his legs as that massive mitt stroked and felt him up in a manner designed to drive him crazy.
Caleb pulled back, lazily licking at his bottom lip. “I don’t really think that you’re a small dog,” he said as Frankie blinked up at him bemusedly. “I’m not that much of a pervert. I don’t do animals.”
“Huh. I wouldn’t put it past you,” Frankie managed to sniff, then gasped as Caleb’s fingertips pinched the head of his dick in retaliation.
Caleb laughed huskily and pushed him backward. He found himself sprawled out on the bed on his back before he knew what had happened. Caleb stood over him and began to peel his long-sleeved shirt off. “I still have to show you mine, “he said to Frankie.
Okay, this was better. He propped himself up on his elbows and watched hungrily as Caleb peeled off his clothes in a matter-of-fact manner that was nonetheless totally sexy. His chest was a broad expanse of muscle, almost hairless. It made Frankie’s mouth water just to look at it. His abs were defined without being like a Ken doll’s, and a thin trail of dark hair headed under the waistband of the jeans toward his groin. Frankie felt faint as he stared at that treasure trail, imaging himself finding the pot ‘o gold at the end of it. Caleb began to shuck out of his jeans, yanking them down his long legs swiftly. Then he was amazingly, gloriously, naked, and poor Frankie wondered if he wasn’t going to pass out here and now from loss of blood to his brain…
Caleb tossed the jeans over the chair seat, and turned back to Frankie. He mourned the loss of the vision of the amazingly fine ass, but the sight of Caleb’s big, firm cock washed away any regret he felt. He stared at it, salivating, and his whole body flush and tight with arousal. Caleb walked over to the bed and crawled onto its surface, straddling Frankie’s slight body with his own. “So do I pass muster?” he asked, his mouth sketching perilously close to Frankie’s.
“I guess,” he said, his own voice breathless.
Caleb chuckled, then bent his head and reclaimed Frankie’s mouth. His big body lowered somewhat, and Frankie moaned as their skin slid together sensually. His hands lifted to slide over Caleb’s broad shoulders, learning new territory. Caleb attacked his neck, sucking and licking at it, and he made little sounds as his fingertips caressed over Caleb’s skin lightly. He lifted his legs and twined them around Caleb’s waist, and in retaliation, the bigger man attacked his left nipple with his lips and tongue until Frankie was panting and nearly delirious. He caressed Caleb’s nipples in turn with his fingers, making the gorgeous hunk of beef groan and kiss him hungrily. Then he was being pushed down on the bed, and Caleb began to slide backward as he kissed Frankie’s trembling stomach.
“You’re not so little where it counts,” Caleb mumbled, biting delicately at his skin before moving downward to engulf Frankie’s cock with his hot mouth.
He moaned, pushing upward with his hips. God, Caleb was good at this! It felt like his soul was being sucked out of the end of his dick. He buried his fingers in the dark hair and held on for dear life, panting wildly and moaning like a whore. Fingers sketched his balls, then pressed on his perineum. He was sure that he was going to come embarrassingly soon, but he couldn’t help it. It had simply been too long for him, and Caleb was just too talented with his mouth. Lifting his head, he watched those sensual lips sliding down him almost to the root. Caleb’s eyes met his, and the fucker hollowed his cheeks and sucked like a vacuum. Frankie nearly screamed as he came, shooting into the other man’s sucking mouth as he fell back in a limp heap.
Caleb licked him clean neatly. “Very nice,” he commented.
Frankie only mumbled something incoherent, still rather out of it. Caleb chuckled and scooted up the bed, bringing himself near Frankie’s head. “Me next?” he asked hopefully.
Frankie turned his head and moved only a little, sinking down between Caleb’s massive thighs. He opened his mouth wide and went to town, showing off his own cocksucking skills. One of his hands curled around the base and stroked in time with his movements, and Caleb petted his hair and moaned in a satisfactory way for him. “Oh, yeah, baby,” he husked. “That feels great.”
Frankie felt pride in his reactions. He gave it his all, bobbing his head and using his tongue to twine and twirl around the hard length. He was rewarded for his efforts by a rush of tangy semen, hearing Caleb cry out his name as the fingers pulled at his hair rather painfully. Then he was being kissed voraciously, as Caleb’s fingers lifted his chin. Then he was being pushed backward, and this time Caleb seemed to have deiced to eat him from the face down. His lips were everywhere – licking, sucking, and lapping at every inch of Frankie’s skin. He let his own hands do the walking, mapping Caleb’s skin. He almost came again when Caleb sucked at his fingers one by one, and when the bigger man rolled him over he moaned when his cock hit the fabric of the bedspread.
The big man straddled his hips and began to massage the muscles of his back. He moaned in pleasure, and Caleb swooped down to kiss his shoulders. “Mmm, Frankie, you have the cutest ass,” Caleb said, and he didn’t care about being called ‘cute’ anymore. He was too busy enjoying the feel of Caleb’s hands cradling and kneading the cheeks of said ass to care. He lifted his hips a little, moaning when those big hands pulled him apart. Then he did more than moan, because he felt the warm, wet, insistent caress of a tongue on his most private and sensitive parts. He buried his face in the bedspread and thrashed as Caleb proceeded to eat him out with skill and verve, the big hands holding him in place so that he couldn’t get away – even if he’d actually wanted to.
“Oh, Fuck, please!” he finally wailed. “Fuck me, Caleb!”
“Can do, boss,” Caleb said from behind him, and he felt slick fingers caress his asshole lightly. Then one pushed in, and he moaned and jerked. Caleb, the evil bastard, took his time preparing Frankie. He was worked up into a total lather by the time that three fingers were stroking and plunging into him, widening him inexorably. He cried out and begged shamelessly, wanting relief.
Finally the three fingers disappeared, and Frankie gasped as he found himself being lifted. Caleb pulled him into his lap facing away from him, and Frankie felt a smooth, slick something prodded at his back door. He pushed backward, setting his hands on Caleb’s forearms to aid him. His teeth gritted as he was breeched by something pretty big, but he simply didn’t care. He wanted more, he wanted all of it. Caleb scoured his neck with kisses and pinched his nipples as he sank down, then bit at his earlobe. Frankie nearly whimpered as he finally sat down in Caleb’s lap, now so full he could barely stand it. But it also felt amazingly good, and his head tilted back so that it could rest on Caleb’s shoulder.
“Hmm, I like this,” Caleb breathed into his hair. Frankie couldn’t help but agree, lying in Caleb’s lap with a big cock buried in him to the hilt. Big hands slid down his chest and stomach, and he moaned waveringly.
“Gonna move, baby, or shall I?” Caleb asked him darkly.
Frankie couldn’t even answer, so Caleb took it upon himself. He grabbed Frankie’s hips and began to move him up and down a bit, and soon Frankie was helping as his need to move became overwhelming. Together they found a good pace, and Frankie moved faster as his fingers closed tightly in the skin of Caleb’s big forearms. He held on as he rode, his mouth open and his eyes half closed as pleasure overwhelmed him. Lips kissed his neck and shoulder, then teeth nibbled on his collarbone. He made a choked sound, surging in Caleb’s lap. “Ooohhh, Gooodddd,” he moaned, one of his hands reaching down to fumble around until he managed to grab his own cock. “Gonnaa…gonnaaaa…”
“Come, baby,” Caleb urged him, and he did just that. A low cry burst from his lips as he spurted, his back arching and his whole body going rigid. Caleb pushed into him slowly throughout his intense orgasm, but finally the big body shuddered under him as Caleb found his own end.
Frankie collapsed back against the massive chest behind him ,drained and utterly sated. Caleb kissed the top of his head, his arms closing around Frankie as he cuddled the smaller man against him in the aftermath.
“So,” he said breathily after a moment, “Did you like the photograph?”
Frankie moaned softly, laying his cheek on Caleb’s big shoulder. They were rocking together in perfect unison, and hands were squeezing and kneading the cheeks of his ass. He shuddered in pleasure as his body began to wind up tighter and tighter in anticipation of that supernova known as orgasm. He was going to come so hard…he could feel it…
“You like this, baby?” Caleb husked into his ear.
“Yesss,” he gasped.
“Good. Let’s feel you come now,” then teeth nibbled at his ear, and Frankie lost it. He cried out as he came, his body jerking and twitching as he succumbed and painted Caleb’s chest and stomach white.
“Mmm, beautiful,” Caleb growled, just before he groaned and stiffened himself. Frankie sat panting on his lap, his forehead resting on his lover’s shoulder.
There was a short, contented silence, and then Frankie reluctantly stirred. “I have homework to do,” he sighed regretfully.
Caleb made a low sound. “Do you have to?” he asked in a mock-pouting voice.
Frankie laughed a little as they disconnected. “I’m afraid so. It’s just something that you’ll have to get used to if you’re gonna date me.”
Caleb shrugged. “If I have to, I have to,” he said easily. “Besides, if you can put up with not getting to see me for part of the weekends, then I can handle you studying. Do you want to use my computer in the study?”
“I’d love it,” Frankie said, pausing in climbing off of the bed. “It's okay with you?”
“Very okay. Especially if you study like this,” he leered appreciatively at Frankie’s nude body.
He grinned but shook his head. “I think that would be too much of a distraction,” he said. “But it is a nice thought, I’ll admit.”
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