Follow me...

Frank's first movement were only brushing past the sensitive skin, but he began to add more pressure as he continued. He just asked himself what he'd like in this kind of situation, and tried to act it out on Mikey. He took two fingers from his left hand and shove them in his mouth, coating them with saliva, before he lowered them and carefully pressed them against Mikey's entrance.

He held his breath. "Ready?"

He pushed the two digits inside, pressuring them inch y inch until they were completely burried. With his free hand, he firmly held Mikey's right hip into place to prevent hurting him if he suddenly moved.

Frank stayed calm. "Don't... move too much," he instructed. "You need to relax. I won't do anything else until you've loosened up a bit."

"I'll go slowly," Frank explained. Deep down, he wished the roles were inverted because the last thing he wanted to do was to hurt Mikey. He waited until he felt his muscle distend, and started moving in and out, one knuckle at a time.

With a scissoring motion, he withdrew his fingers, feeling that Mikey might be ready. Of course, there was always the doubt of the first time.

Frank took off his own boxers, and placed himself between Mikey's legs. He pushed his palms against them, bending them at the knees.

"Listen, you can always back off if you don't feel comfortable with this," Frank said. "I'm not gonna hold it against you or anything."

Frank positioned himself, and held onto Mikey's side for balance. He pushed inside, a tad faster than he anticipated it to be, finding himself half in with the warmth driving him mad already.

Frank did not move, seeing Mikey's face distort a bit. He didn't know how long before his arms would give in.

"Nngh... tell me when," he rapidly instructed.

Frank thrust all the way in, eyes screwed shut as he was completely engulfed inside Mikey, the rim of muscles that were still clenched tight against his cock making his face bright red.

"Hmph..."

Lust fueled, he started rocking his hips slowly, trying not to forget about the man that was under him. He soon lost himself, biting his lips as his movements became a little more foolhardy.

((bwaha, my dad's taking me to Boston in Massachussett next week and i wanted to check if there was any Hot Topic stores near, and there's actually one on "Russell Street". Made me laugh.))

It took a while for Frank to notice Mikey's hand moving, but when he did he felt bad about being selfish. He slowly wrapped his fingers around the man's penis, carefully caressing it, starting at the head.

Frank grunted, not skipping a beat. He shrunk his fist tighter around Mikey, a mess of "Mikey"s and some random swear words tumbling from his slightly opened lips.

"Ah..." his mouth stayed shaped into what he last moaned as he felt himself shudder. He pushed inside one last time, coming with a clenched jaw. "Mikeey..."