Frank finally fucked me (1 of 2)

Everyone in this story is 18+.

Once again, it was Friday. I was kind of nervous; I spent the whole morning preparing, making sure every inch of my body was shaved perfectly smooth. I wanted to impress Frank today. Because today… well, today might be the day I got fucked by the old man.

Frank must have been thinking the same thing. When I showed up at his house, he led me straight to the bedroom. It was my first time seeing this room, and like the rest of his house, it was stunning. Gorgeous floor-to-ceiling curtains hung in front of each window. The bed frame and dressers were a rich, dark wood. The walls were pristine, with beautiful trim everywhere. Most impressive of all, a giant mirror covered an entire wall of the room.

The old man sat down on the bed, leaving me standing in the center of the room. “Welcome to the master bedroom, Andrew.”

“Thank you,” I replied. The tension was thick in the air. We were both fully clothed, though I knew that wouldn’t be true for much longer.

“Ready?” he asked. He didn’t say for what; we both knew.

“Yes,” I said softly.

“Today’s a big day, you know. How about you start by stripping for me?”

I nodded. I’d done this plenty of times by now, yet my nerves were fresh. I undressed as if I were brand-new to this. My hands were shaky and my legs were weak, but I got the job done. The pile of clothes grew, until I was standing naked in front of Frank.

“Mmmm,” he said, eyeing me. Then he twirled his finger in the air. “Spin around.”

“Yes, Frank.” I slowly turned, feeling more exposed than normal. He made me pause halfway, then bend over and spread my cheeks for him. Once he got a good view, he let me finish turning.

“Fuuuck, Andrew. That ass looks perfect.” He rubbed his hand over the front of his pants, clearly turned on. “Why don’t you help me out of these clothes?”

“I’d be happy to.” I got on my knees in front of him, then began removing his clothes for him. I started with his socks; first the left foot, then the right. Next came the pants. At the same time, he took it upon himself to remove his shirt. In a flash, all that remained was his underwear.

“Atta boy,” Frank commented. “Go on, now.”

I reached up and slipped my fingers into his waistband. He grinned, nodding for me to continue. Frank put his hands behind him for support, then lifted his hips slightly. Without any resistance, I was able to gently pull the underwear down. His cock sprang out, not fully hard, but impressive nonetheless.

“Mmmm,” I moaned softly. It was right in front of me. I wanted it so badly, but I didn’t want to do anything without his permission.

“You want to suck it, don’t you, Andrew?”

“Yes,” I said quickly. “So badly.”

“Hmmm… I have other plans for you, but I suppose I need to be hard first. Have at it, boy.”

“Thank you,” I responded. I took his dick in hand and immediately put the head to my mouth. I kissed the tip, then twirled my tongue around it, listening to the subtle gasps and moans up above. Then, gradually, I began to take more and more of him inside me. Not a minute later, I was bobbing up and down on his dick.

Frank’s cock grew in my mouth, getting larger by the second. I stroked him and sucked him, working up and down his increasing length. It wasn’t long until he was fully hard and I was gagging on his huge dick.

Suddenly the old man grabbed the hair on the back of my head and pulled me off. “That’s enough of that,” he said. “It’s time for the main event.”

Oh fuck. I was so nervous. “Yes, Frank,” I muttered.

“You know what that means, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Then get up here on the bed. We’re going to make this first time memorable.”

He stood, then indicated where he wanted me. I followed his direction, getting onto all fours on the edge of the mattress. I was on hands and knees, my ass hanging out near the edge of the bed. The mirror was to my right, giving us a perfect view of everything.

I heard the snap of the bottle of lube. I watched Frank approach in the mirror, lathering his dick with one hand, the bottle of lube in the other. He squirted even more out, this time moving his hand towards my hole.

“Nice and easy to start,” he whispered.

I gasped as his finger brushed my hole. It felt cool and wet. He pushed it in, ever so gently opening me up. A moan escaped my lips as he pressed further, spreading the lube inside me.

“It feels good,” I said.

He ignored me, sliding his finger further until he couldn’t anymore.

“Ohhh fuuuuck,” I moaned.

As quickly as it had started, his finger was gone. I turned my head to the right and saw that he was stroking his dick, standing directly behind me and staring at my ass. This was it. It was really happening.

“Try to relax, Andrew. This should be fun for both of us.”

“Yes, Frank,” I replied.

He took a step closer, touching the tip of his dick to my hole. Then, ever so gently, he pushed forward and slipped inside me.