I put on a show for Frank

Everyone in this story is 18+

I sat on Frank’s floor, a dildo buried deep in my ass. He remained on the couch, fully clothed but clearly very horny. He continued to rub his hand back and forth over his crotch, and by now I could clearly see the outline of his hard cock.

“Well?” Frank asked.

“Sorry, sir,” I replied. I had zoned out for a moment, having bottomed out on the dildo for the first time. It felt so strange to have something that big inside me.

I bit my bottom lip as I raised my ass off the floor. The dildo slid most of the way out of my hole, then I lowered my hips back down onto it. Up and down. Slowly. The dildo gradually opened me up, each pass a little easier than the last. After a few more strokes, the struggle was essentially gone. In its place was a pleasure I hadn’t known before.

“Atta boy,” Frank said from the couch. “Just like that, Andrew.”

I whimpered softly, making eye contact with him as I gyrated my hips on the dildo. Up and down. Over and over. My hands and feet on the floor, using my core to ride it.

My dick hung limply between my legs. It flipped from side to side, flopping up with each thrust, then falling down as I slid back onto the dildo. I was actually really turned on, but it took all my concentration to keep riding. So I remained soft, despite how incredibly horny I had become.

Over on the couch, Frank began to undo his pants. I continued grinding on the dildo, moaning softly each time I passed over it. He shifted in his seat, lifting his hips upward to shimmy out of his pants and underwear. He kicked the pants off from around his ankles, sitting back onto the cushion with his bare ass. He had his hand wrapped around his hard cock now, ever so gently stroking it.

“A little faster, boy. I wanna see what you can do.”

“Mmm,” I moaned as the fake dick filled me once again. “Yes, Frank,” I muttered.

From there, I picked up the pace. My hole was wet and loose now, so it was much easier to take the dildo. I was able to go faster, rising and falling, lifting myself up and then slamming back down with force. My moans became louder, my breathing heavier. My dick flailed wildly, slapping into my stomach on each upward stroke.

“Fuuuck. You’re an obedient little slut, aren’t you?” The old man stood and approached until he was standing right over me.

“Y-yes,” I panted. I was beginning to sweat from the effort.

I had learned a lot about myself in these last few visits with Frank. For one, I was pretty sure I was gay. It felt weird to admit that, but it was the truth. No straight man would subject themself to the things I had done these last few weeks. In the beginning I argued it was all about the money. And yes, that was part of it. But looking inward, I think I really enjoyed working for Frank. I liked being forced outside my comfort zone for his entertainment. For his pleasure.

“Think you can go even faster, boy?”

“Definitely,” I said eagerly. But now I had to deliver on that promise.

The old man stood right next to me. He towered over my naked body, jerking his thick cock while I rode. I stared up at him, admiring those heavy balls, watching as they swung back and forth while he jerked off over me.

I slammed my ass down to the floor, gasping as I took the entire thing at once. Then I lifted myself up and did it again. And again. I was like a machine, bouncing in place for Frank’s pleasure… and my own as well. Harder and faster I rode, my moans getting louder and more frequent by the second.

“Oh fuck, Andrew. Keep that up. I’m getting close, boy.” Frank’s hand was a blur. He beat his cock furiously, and it was clear that he was planning to cum all over me.

“Fuck, Frank!” I yelled.

When you’re jacking off, there’s a clear end in sight. You can feel the edge approaching. You can work up to that sweet release, feel it building inside you, then let it come out all at once. Riding a dildo wasn’t like that. It felt amazing, but there was no clear goal for me. I just kept going and going and going, destroying my ass and putting on a show.

“Just. a. little. More.” Frank tensed up, ready to blow.

“Cum on me, Frank!”

“Agh!”

He yelled out as his cock exploded. Cum burst from him, landing directly on my stomach.

“Ohhhh fuuuckkkk,” Frank moaned. He jerked his cock as the cum poured out, spraying wildly. More ropes hit my chest, a few drops hit my face, and some landed on my soft dick. He continued grunting and moaning, riding out the wave. All the while I carried out my task, riding like there was no tomorrow.

When he was finally finished, I slipped the dildo out of my ass and collapsed onto the floor. Exasperated and out of breath, I turned my head and looked up at him. “That was incredible,” I said.

He smirked. “You did well.” Then he walked over and collapsed back onto the couch. “Why don’t you take that thing with you?”

“What?”

“The dildo. Take it home, it’s all yours. You should get some more practice with it… You’re gonna need it.”