Frank was so horny he was feeling like a whore. He wanted cock. He wanted big cock. Uncut and veiny. The kind of cock you see in porn films. He wanted Sam.
Already he was visualising being on his knees, sucking Sam off. He wanted to feel his hair get tugged as he blew Sam. Fuck it! He wanted to feel Sam’s hand on the back of his head, forcing him to suck deeper. Frank loved that, being made to gag. He knew gagging drove Sam wild. Yeah man you’re so big, I’m fucking gagging on it!
When he was done blowing him he would offer up his ass. He really needed to get fucked. And he wanted cum. As mush as Sam could give him. He wanted to be fucked hard. No lube just spit. Sure he knew it would hurt. But it would hurt good. That pain was addictive. The first time he got fucked it hurt so much he could have screamed. But now he yearned to feel that pain again.
Frank could not stop thinking about Sam. Wherever he looked he saw Sam’s naked body. He visualised the hardness of sam’s lust. Frank needed him. He closed his eyes and imagined taking Sam into his mouth. Taste and smell filled his mind, almost as if he was there right now. Frank could almost hear the sounds of pleasure that Sam would make. They were the sounds he yearned too hear, they would always make his own lust harden.
Sam was all that Frank had ever dreamed about. The love of his life. He need to be in him. To have him wrapped up in his arms as they made love. Holding him, almost crushing him as they became one. He could stand it no more, he grabbed his car keys and headed straight out of the door.
Which do you prefer and why?