Frank

by B J Smyth

  Kicking them free, his cock is rock-hard, pointing towards the ceiling. His face brightens another shade as he watches me out of the corner of his eye. I lather my cock, sliding it into my fist, pulling my foreskin back and forth. I glance down at his cock as I rub my own and play with my balls.

  I close my eyes and wash my hair; my cock is now at its full length, the foreskin stretched tight from the head. I have an image in my mind of Carter bent over, the water cascading onto his back as I ram my cock deep into his hole. My balls are tightening, so I wash the soap from my hair and body, then turn towards Carter.

  “I see I need not worry about the state of my cock then,” I say giving him a smile as I glance down at his hard cock.

  “Hey, we’re guys, it happens,” he replies, trying to sound casual about the situation.

  I laugh at his reply. Finishing in the shower, we both grab our towels and head back to the changing room. Our cocks are still semi-hard. I throw my towel on the bench and unload my locker. Carter does the same. We both seem to enjoy every minute we get to spend naked together.

  “So, are you here about this time every morning, including the weekends?” I ask.

  “Yeah, I find it the best time to swim as there’re few people about and I enjoy the quiet.”

  “I hope I’m not intruding on your quiet time.”

  “No, not at all. It’s nice to have someone to chat with and competition in the pool is good.”

  I pick up my towel and dry myself as he dries himself.

  “Well, if I talk too much and begin to annoy you, let me know. Living on my own, I tend to chat a lot when I meet people.”

  “No problem. You said the other day you’re new to the area, what made you move here? If you don’t mind me asking.”

  “Oh, it’s a long story, but I broke up with my ex four months ago and wanted a new beginning. I couldn’t deal with his mood swings anymore, then work had an opportunity in this area so I took it and moved.”

  “Sorry to hear about your ex; guys can be jerks. Have you got any friends in the area?”

  “I’m slowly getting to know people at work but most of them are married and wrapped up in their family lives, so not many opportunities to build friendships.”

  We are getting dressed as we continue chatting.

  “That’s a shame. You’ll have to hit the bars in London; they’re always a good place to meet people.”

  Maybe he is not as interested as I thought, suggesting I meet other guys. “Yeah, I will do that at some point. I’m still getting settled at the moment.”

  We are both dressed by the end of the conversation.

  “Well, I look forward to seeing you tomorrow,” I say with a smile and a lick of my lips.

  “Have a good day, see you tomorrow.”

  I pick up my bag and head out of the changing room. My cock is still stiff and leaking in my pants. Fuck I want this boy and I’m sure he wants me just as much. I would love to fuck him hard in the showers.

  I get into my car and wait for him to leave the leisure centre. His blond hair still wet blows in the wind, and his tight arse is hugged by his black trousers. I grab my stiff cock and squeeze it trying to satisfy the aching need to shoot a load. He walks past the bus stop and crosses the road, disappearing between some houses.

  I resist the urge to get my cock out and wank in the car. That will wait until later.

  5. Friday.

  I’m here before Carter again, so I have a chat with the two women whilst we wait outside. We all say good morning to Carter as he approaches us. I smile at him; his sweet innocent boy looks making my cock stir in my pants.

  He smiles back, looking sexy as ever. His blond hair, lightened by the morning sun, makes his blue eyes more intense.

  “How are you this morning?” I ask. My voice is deep and husky, as I haven’t been up for long.

  “I’m good, ready for a nice swim.”

  The receptionist unlocks the door and we head into the building. I walk alongside Carter; feeling him close, I’m even more eager to get in the shower with him. I never thought I would be attracted to someone so young, but something about him has got me hot as hell for him.

  “The usual thirty lengths today,” I say.

  “As always, it’s enough to keep me fit.”

  “You definitely are fit.” His face glows from the comment. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

  “You didn’t, but I wasn’t expecting you to say that.”

  “I’m just speaking the truth.”

  That comment makes him blush even more as we reach the changing room and undress, facing each other across the room.

  “Well, thanks,” he replies, struggling for the right words to say as he watches me remove my shirt. He is braver today, facing me whilst we undress.

  I remove my briefs; my cock is semi-hard. He stares at me and I wonder what thoughts are going through his mind. His cock stiffening in his joggers tells me they’re not innocent.

  “Come on, slowpoke, what you daydreaming about?” I ask, my voice pulling him out of the dream.

  “Sorry, just things on my mind today,” he replies, turning to towards the lockers. He strips off his joggers and slips on his trunks, then throws his things into the locker. “Ready.”

  We walk down the corridor, past the showers, and into the pool area. Getting into the water, we swim along together, he is not saying much, but there still seems to be a connection between us. Once we finish the thirty lengths, we get out of the pool, grab our towels, and head to the showers.

  Standing next to each other under the showerheads, I can feel the tension between us as I push down on the button and water cascades from the shower onto my body. He does the same. I notice him sneaking looks at me when he thinks I’m distracted by the shower. He removes his trunks first today, sliding them down his legs to the floor. Kicking them to the side, he gives his cock and balls a squeeze.

  I remove my trunks, my cock already semi-hard, the skin edging back off the head, making his stiffen more. Taking a handful of body wash, I rub my hands over my chest, the soapsuds running down over my abs and dripping into my pubic hair. His cock responds as he watches me lather up, squeezing my balls now and then to check his reaction I want to make sure he wants me before I make a move on him.

  He watches my hands glide over my chest, then down to my abs as I massage the body wash into my skin. I see him lick his lips as my cock stiffens, my foreskin pulling back away from the head as it rises towards my body.

  He lathers up his chest, his hands soon sliding down and grasping his cock. I watch him as he closes his eyes and leans his head back, enjoying the pleasure of his hand sliding along his shaft as he strokes his cock. He opens his eyes and looks at me. My cock is hard as I massage my balls and stroke my shaft. Our eyes connect as we both pleasure ourselves.

  Time seems to stop as we stare deep into each other, I can see the desire in him as his eyes plead with mine, trying to read my thoughts. His lips part pushing his tongue out, licking along his lower lip, giving me the sign I was waiting for. He wants me to make a move.

  I move closer and his body tenses as I slide my hand over his arse. The first touch of his silky-smooth skin sends shivers through my body. He stops stroking his cock and turns to face me. Our cocks touch briefly, our bodies wet and covered in soap. His reaction gives me the go-ahead to continue. Pulling him into my body, I feel our cocks slide together as they become trapped between us. I grab his arse and squeeze his cheeks making him breathe heavy into my ear. The coarse hair of my beard brushes against his face as my mouth reaches his lips.

  Both lost in the heat of the moment, our surroundings are irrelevant as desire takes over. I slide my hand up his back, crushing my chest to his as my hair rubs against his nipples. My mouth meets his as we exchange rough kisses. His body relaxes into my strong, muscular hands, as my tongue pushes into his mouth.

  I push him back onto the shower wall, grinding my rock-hard cock into him as I contin
ue exploring his mouth. I have been wanting this all week, this boy in my arms, eager for me to take control. He slides his hands over my back, tracing along my spine, down to rest above my arse. We pull each other tighter as we grind our cocks between our wet, soapy bodies. The showers switch off as we lose ourselves within the passion for each other.

  I grab his arms as I bite his lower lip, then softly nibble my way down to the nape of his neck, teasing him with each bite. All the time we continue grinding our cocks together, his thrusts get frantic and faster, he moans louder. He is reaching the edge.

  His smooth skin against my body is sending me closer to the point of no return. Holding him tight to the wall, I growl into his ears as my cock slides against his soft skin. His breath is quickening as he moans in ecstasy.

  “I’m going to come.” He growls the words, breathless and panting as we thrust against each other.

  “So am I,” I whisper.

  His legs tremble and his fingers dig into my waist as I feel his warm cum shoot between us. He presses his mouth into my shoulder to stifle his moans. I frantically ram my cock against him, feeling the warmth of his cum with every push. I roar noisily as my body convulses into him, my cock exploding, pumping thick, warm cum against his skin. My voice echoes around the shower room; it's surprising nobody hears me. We both hold each other tight as we pant for breath.

  After a while, I step back from him and admire his cum-soaked body.

  “I’ve wanted to do that for a few days now,” I say whilst trying to control my breathing.

  “I’ve wanted it since I almost walked into you on Monday.”

  Giving him a smile, I say, “You’re one sexy lad.”

  “You’re a fucking hot daddy,” he replies as he rubs the cum into his stomach. I laugh at him. “What’s funny?”

  “Being called a daddy.”

  “Sorry, don’t you like that?”

  “It’s fine, it made me laugh to hear it.”

  “Oh, okay.”

  “We best get cleaned up or we will be late for work.”

  He agrees with me and we both shower off the sticky mess left by our session. We speak little as we get dressed. I’m in a rush to get out of the changing room or I will be late for the meeting.

  “I’ve got to rush, see you in the morning,” I say as I hurry out of the changing room.

  I throw my bag into the car, sitting for a while as I think about what just happened. In hindsight, I realise how risky that was, as anyone could have walked in and caught us. But it was fucking hot, and he was desperate for it as much as I was. I start the engine and drive out of the car park. I have an hour drive to my first meeting, time to think how to get him to my place so I can fuck him in private.

  6. Saturday morning.

  Switching off the alarm I roll over and fluff up my pillow; it’s too early to be up on a Saturday. I know Carter will expect me at the pool, but a few more minutes sleep won’t make too much difference. My head hits the pillow and I drift back off to sleep. Last night was a late one.

  I’m woken by my phone ringing, jumping out of bed I rush downstairs to catch the call.

  “Hello,” I say my voice still groggy from my sleep.

  “Hello, Frank, sorry, did I wake you up?”

  “No, Mum, it’s fine, I should have been up by now. How are you today?”

  “I’m okay, dear. We are going on a trip to the seaside today.”

  “That’s great. How’re Mable and Rose?”

  “Rose is okay, Mable has a chest infection, so she can’t come on the trip.”

  “I hope she is okay.”

  “She will be fine. I only called to ask you if you could bring me some new magazines tomorrow, I have read all the others.

  “Yeah, sure, I will pick them up on my way over.”

  “You’re a good boy. How is Charles doing?”

  “I told you, I’m not with him anymore. We broke up, remember?”

  “Oh, yes, sorry, I’m so forgetful.”

  “No problem.”

  “I will see you tomorrow then.”

  “Yes, I will be over before eleven and we can go for a drive in the countryside and have lunch.”

  “That will be lovely.”

  “Okay, see you tomorrow. Enjoy your trip out today.”

  “I will, see you tomorrow. Bye-bye, dear.”

  “Bye, Mum.”

  Hanging up the phone, I look at the time. “Shit, I’m late for swimming.”

  I rush around, packing my things. I put on some joggers and a sweatshirt. Jumping in the car, I race to the leisure centre. As I pull into the centre, I see Carter walking along the path, his head down. He doesn’t look happy.

  “Carter!” I shout, trying to make him hear me, as he has his headphones on. His face brightens as he sees me in the car. “Carter!” I shout again as he removes his headphones.

  “Hey, I didn’t think you were coming,” he says, a smile creeping from the corners of his mouth.

  “Sorry, I overslept. I had a late night.”

  He walks over to the open car window. “I thought you had regretted yesterday,” he says, the disappointment heavy in his voice.

  “Don’t be silly, I have no regrets. Have you finished your swim?”

  “Yeah, all done. I’m heading back home now.”

  “That’s a shame, I was looking forward to spending time with you.”

  “Sorry, all done,” he replies. I can tell he isn’t happy that I was late, although his face flushes from my comment.

  “Well, I have work to do today, how would you like to meet up later tonight? Maybe grab a drink or a bite to eat somewhere?”

  He looks shocked by the invitation and seems to hesitate before answering.

  “Yeah, that would be great.”

  “Take my number and send me a text so I can save yours, we can sort out something later.

  He takes his phone out of his pocket. I tell him my number and watch him enter it into his phone.

  “Text me and I will call you later,” I say with a smile.

  “Will do.” His face flushes with embarrassment; I don’t think he was expecting me to invite him out later.

  “Okay, catch you later,” I say, then drive away to park my car.

  I go into the leisure centre and have a swim, which is refreshing and sets me up for the day. Heading back to the car, I have emails and reports to deal with today. Checking my phone, I have a text message from Carter, just the word “Hi” and a kiss. I save his number to my contacts before driving home to start my work.

  7. Saturday Evening.

  I switch off my laptop and pick up the phone.

  “Hello,” he says.

  “Hi, Carter, I hope you’re well. Are you still up for meeting tonight?”

  “Yeah, man, where were you thinking of meeting?”

  “Do you know the gay bar near Trafalgar Square?” I say.

  “Yep, it’s a bear bar, I can’t remember the name of it though.”

  “That’s the one. Let’s meet there about seven o’clock and decide what to do from there.”

  “Cool, I will see you then.”

  “Okay, see you soon.”

  Hanging up the phone I’m not one for chatting too long on the phone if I can help it. I still have three hours until I need to be there. I make myself a coffee; it’s a wonderful sunny day as I take a seat at the table in my garden. The grass needs a cut, as I can see dandelions growing in patches further down the garden. Flowers sprinkle flashes of colour along the border edging the lawn. The fence looks old, something else that needs replacing when I have the time. I seem to spend too much time working nowadays, emails hitting my phone all hours of the day. The price I pay for the salary, I guess. Birds dance between the branches of the trees the peace relaxing me as I close my eyes and lose myself in my thoughts. I could sit here for hours in my own little world.

  After a lazy afternoon in the garden, I get ready for the evening ahead. Showering, I head back to the bedroom a
nd take a leather chest harness out of the drawer. Holding it close to my nose, I take a deep breath. The smell of the leather makes my cock stiffen. Strapping it tight to my chest, I look at myself in the mirror, my cock semi-hard and the harness cutting through my thick chest hair. I rummage through the drawer and pick a leather jock strap, easing it on, I adjust my cock into a comfortable position. If I manage to get Carter back here tonight, I want him to know how much I enjoy leather gear. I pull on a pair of dark jeans and a black shirt ensuring I leave enough buttons undone to reveal my chest hair, but not the harness.

  The trains were running late, so I end up rushing from the station to the bar.

  Being a Saturday night, there is already a crowd of guys gathered outside, drinking and chatting. I say hello to some I recognise as I approach them. I’ve been to this bar a few times before; it has an older clientele, but a lot of bears and leather guys hang out here.

  The doorman nods as I walk in, so I smile back. There are more guys outside than inside, I walk through the door and see Carter already sitting at a table in the corner.

  “Sorry, I’m late, the trains were delayed,” I say.

  “No worries, my train was late too.”

  He stays on his seat. I lean into him, kissing his cheek, the smell of his cologne heavy and his white T-shirt clinging to his toned abs.

  “Glad you’re here. What are you drinking?” I ask.

  “Vodka and lemonade.”

  “Okay, I won’t be a minute.”

  I walk to the bar and catch the barman’s eye, a young lad that looks barely eighteen.

  “Evening, darling, what can I get you?” he asks with a smile.

  “Two vodka and lemonades please, and one for yourself,” I reply giving him a wink.

  “Thanks,” he replies his eyes watch me closely as he pours the drinks. The thrill of these young lads’ interest in me helps lift my spirits.

  I pay for the drinks and walk back to the table.