Frank came on my dick

Everyone in this story is 18+.

“Mmmm, that’s the spot.”

I sat on the floor in my underwear, gently rubbing Frank’s feet. Right now, I was focused on his left foot.

“Really put your back into it,” Frank said. He was sitting on his couch, half-naked, stroking his fat cock. Thoroughly enjoying himself.

“Yes, sir,” I muttered. I dug my thumbs deeper into his sole, sliding from heel to toe. Pressing into his arch, massaging him like he was a king and I was his servant. In a way, that had some truth to it. I tried to ignore my rock-hard dick and the precum that was pooling in my underwear.

“Good boy, Andrew,” he said from his throne.

My dick twitched as his compliment. When did I get so desperate that an old man could turn me on? I compressed the thought in the back of my mind, to be revisited at a later time. I was doing this for the money, and that was it.

“Don’t forget the toes,” Frank noted. Up above, he was still jerking himself off. I held his foot in my hand, still massaging him, but my eyes were locked on his cock. Hefty balls flopped up and down in rhythm with his strokes, bouncing between his legs. It was mesmerizing to watch.

“Andrew! Toes!”

I shook myself out of the trance. “Yes, Frank! Sorry!” I redoubled my efforts, working my magic on his toes as requested. My fingers slipped between each one, pressing from the ball of his foot to the tip of each toe. One by one, I rubbed them. Based on the sighs and moans, I could tell he enjoyed it.

“There you go, boy. Just like that.”

My dick throbbed again, a fresh wave of precum soaking my crotch. Fuck… I was getting too much one on one time with Frank. Maybe if I went on some dates with girls I could sort things out. Yeah… that would be good for me.

Once I finished my routine on his left foot, I repeated everything on the right. I couldn’t help but stare at his dick, but at least I didn’t drift off this time.

Eventually, Frank’s soft moans turned into loud grunts. He was getting close.

“Get up,” he ordered. “Quickly.”

I stopped rubbing his feet and rose to stand next to him. Frank got off the couch, still pumping his huge cock. Without a word, he pulled on the front of my underwear and opened them, revealing my dick. It was wet and sticky, strings of precum spanning between my crotch and my underwear.

“Hold it open,” he muttered.

I replaced his hand with my own, holding the waistband out for him. My dick remained exposed, right under his. He was stroking furiously, breathing heavy. One hand was on his cock, while the other gripped my shoulder.

“I’m gonna cum on your dick, Andrew.”

Frank got on his toes, pressing into my shoulder for balance. He grunted loudly, fucking his fist, thrusting his hips forward. Then he let out a moan and proceeded to shoot his load right into my crotch.

Hot cum launched out of him, landing just above my dick and coating my stubbled pubes. More shots landed on my hard cock, painting it white. An endless stream of thick, creamy ropes poured out of him, right onto me, and all I could do was watch… Watch as this rich old man marked his territory.

Eventually the intensity faded; the pulsing shots dwindled to a steady dribble, then finally stopped. When he was finished, Frank leaned in close and wiped his dick off on my stomach. The aftermath was quite the sight: streaks of white across my pubes and dick, with some running down and coating my balls. Warm, sticky, and humiliating.

He pushed my hands aside, causing the waistband to snap back into place, sealing away the mess he had created. “You’re not to take these off until tomorrow,” he said.

I simply nodded.

The walk home was… interesting. My dick was covered in Frank’s cum, and my boner just wouldn’t go away; I had to tuck it up into my waistband and hope that no one would notice it.

I was horny, frustrated, confused… and a few hundred bucks richer. The two of us had worked out a deal: as long as I came by weekly to satisfy Frank, he was willing to cover my rent… plus a little extra pocket money. And I knew exactly how I was going to spend it.

Once I was back at my apartment, I pulled out my phone and downloaded some dating apps. This arrangement was great for the money, but I needed to hook up with some girls to set my head straight. Literally.