Fucking Frank

In preparation for a trip abroad, back when they existed, I was cruising a particular set of online personal ads, hoping that I might find something of interest when there it was. He was gay, but looking for a female bodied person who was into pegging. OMG, my dream ad. I sent him a note, asking how he'd feel about being pegged by a trans guy, and we started exchanging emails.

Over time, Frank introduced me to a fetish website and to his online xxx-rated videos. He was into nudism/naturism, being fucked, and golden showers. One of his videos captured him playing with his cock while riding the public bus. All I could imagine was how fun it would be to sit across the aisle and watch him remove his cock from his pants, fondling himself. But, in this fantasy I would then move across the aisle and take his growing cock in my mouth.

As the bus rumbled through the city, I'd taste his pre-cum, burying my face in his pubes, his cock tickling the back of my throat. It would be nerve-wracking, being on a public bus, but it would also be really hot and I wouldn't be able to stop. After decades of drought, I had so wanted to suck cock again. A nice, hard cock in my mouth. Heaven. And, then, I had the chance to make my fantasy come true. London, 2017.

We'd arranged to meet for a coffee and then ride the bus. It was late at night. His gym shorts were baggy enough that I was able to work my hand up the leg and tease his balls. I wanted to suck them, too, but things were risky already. I slipped his cock over the waistband, alternated deep throating him with just taking the head in my mouth, using my tongue and the suction of my cheeks to get him going. I could feel his balls pull up. Did I want to swallow?

I knew he had been bareback with many strangers. He was a guy who would make arrangements on a hook-up app and just leave his door unlocked. A stranger would arrive, fuck him, and leave. Thinking about it was scary... and made me harder and wetter.

Fuck it. I wanted to feel his cum erupt against my throat. At the very least, if he were to pull out, I wanted it running down my face. As I was contemplating my future, I felt his balls pull up and suddenly I tasted the warm, salty juice in my mouth. I was on the upstroke when he started cumming so it didn't quite hit my throat, but it coated my tongue. And I swallowed.

We cleaned ourselves up, best we could, and sat on the bus, like two late night revelers doing nothing more than heading home - except that my cunt was sopping wet and my cock was hard.

Once we had rearranged ourselves I noticed a younger guy across the aisle in the seats that face toward the center. He hadn't been there earlier and I hadn't noticed his arrival. It seemed unquestionable that he had been watching. Now, I was able to see that he was stroking his cock through his track pants. I smiled, trying to convey that I was enjoying his actions. He continued. I pulled the leg of my shorts up as far as I could and slipped my hand inside, easily sliding two fingers up my cunt. Frank then turned toward me from the window where he had been staring outside, dreamlike. Seeing what was happening he slid his hand down past my waistband. There was no way the anxiety would allow me to cum, but I was enjoying the hell out of being watched while his thicker, longer fingers went in and out of my cunt, using my own juices as lubricant on my cock.

Our observer pulled just the head of his cock, large and purple, above his waistband.

He spit down, rubbing his thumb back and forth across the head. I licked my lips. Through the fabric he was simultaneously stroking what appeared to be a huge cock while also playing with the glans. I stared. I took a moment to check. Yes, Frank was getting hard again.

I realized that we were only several stops away from where Frank had said his flat was located. But I wanted to see the other guy cum. I pulled the leg of my shorts as far aside as I could and had Frank move his hand, extending my right leg further into the aisle. I spread my lips so that my cunt, my actual front hole, was fully visible. The stranger rubbed more frantically and suddenly spurt after spurt of his jizz flew through the air. I closed my legs and smiled.

***

I could feel the wetness of my lips squishing as we walked. Gd, I needed to be fucked. But, the plan had been for me to fuck him!

Having arrived at Frank's flat, we shared a bottle of beer as we sat on the couch. We were casually, not frantically, disrobing when Frank went into another room. He returned with a shoebox removing the lid as he walked. He set it down on the coffee table. I leaned over to take a look. Inside was what appeared to be a new leather harness and what - to me - seemed like the perfectly sized dildo, already placed in the harness. A bottle of lube was wedged in there as well, the plastic still around the cap. Without comment I stood, stepped into the harness, and adjusted it. I first used my own cunt juice to wet my cock, the silicone one that is. Then, unwrapping the seal, I squeezed some lube from the bottle.

I knew that Frank wasn't truly a sub, but he did like being, well, he liked being directed. I told him to strip off his boxers, the last item of clothing he wore, and to spread the blanket that sat folded on the back of the couch on the floor. Taking his hand we were soon laying on the floor. He had a semi, not a complete hard-on. He had, after all, recently shot a load - in my lucky mouth. Although I wanted to fuck him, and I knew he wanted to be pegged, I first wanted to take his balls in my mouth. I hadn't been able to do that on the bus.

I had him lie flat on his back and spread his legs. Cupping his ball sac in my hand, I gently lifted it, bending down to lick, ever so lightly. But, I just couldn't take it any more. I was going to fucking die if I didn't cum and I had to fuck him first. I took one ball in my mouth, lightly suctioning, swirling my tongue around; then the other. Because of his size I was briefly able to take his entire sac in my mouth. It was a little tight, but that made the pressure just right. Despite having blown a load, I felt his cock stiffening. I could delay no longer.

While Frank got on his hands and knees, I added more lube, leaving enough on my fingers to prep him. One finger, then, two, then three. Gd I love getting my fingers in a tight ass. I couldn't stand it any more and he was starting to moan. I took the head of my cock and aligned it with his pucker. Slowly I started to enter him. He was used to cocks, lots of them, but a dildo is different. I wanted to be gentle. Quite soon, though, he started to push back. Before I knew it I had entered him completely. If I had balls they would have been slapping his. I reached around - my dream about to come true - and was able to grasp his cock. With my (silicone) cock it was stroke in, stroke out, slowly, then faster. With my hand, I felt his cock as hard as any cock I'd every felt. If only I were burying my actual cock in his ass, unloading my own tight balls inside of him. Damn.

I kept going, pounding his ass, stroking his cock, when I suddenly felt him push back with a roar. Rope after rope of his sweet cum shot out. I pulled out and nudging his hips let him know to flip over. I knew that he needed to get hard again and fast. This might be a real challenge. Taking him in my mouth I got to work. With one hand I stroked him, with the other I undid the harness. I was going to be fucked and fucked hard. I couldn't wait.

***

Despite my raging hard on and throbbing cunt, we ended up dozing in and out of half-sleep. It was early dawn and I came fully awake first. The harness lay next to the blanket. Frank's breathing suggested that he was truly sleeping. And I was still horny as hell. Rather than wake him, I removed the dildo from its harness and poured more lube on both it and between my legs. I first used my fingers to work the lube in and around my cunt. Then, I started to slowly work the dildo in and out. Oh, my Gd. I just kept working it, but my movement must have aroused Frank as he now seemed quite awake.

The action of the past night didn't seem to be getting in the way of his morning wood. The dildo was getting me hotter, but I was desperate for a human to fuck me. Using my free hand I started playing with Frank's cock. Once I realized that he was truly awake I said, "You've had your fun, please, please fuck me." Though typically a bottom, Frank had promised me that he'd be up to the task.

Unlike some guys, I have no aversion to having my cunt, my front hole, fucked and now I was frantic for it. Frank soon realized what was happening and after a short suck on his glans, he moved to between my legs, his cock at full measure. I guided him between my lips, causing him to both enter me and have his cock rubbing against mine. I was so wet that he slid right in, though the pressure was just right. "Fuck me, Frank, fuck me," I uttered.

Before I knew it, though the wait had damn near killed me, my cock was fully engorged and I was both being penetrated and having my cock stimulated. Frank was a good fuck, but we didn't last long. It was as though I'd been edging for days. The bus seemed so long ago. Before I fully expected it a slow, rolling orgasm was building. I didn't want to interrupt, but I asked simply, "PrEP?" He nodded and kept plowing away. Then, I let loose. "Cum inside me, please," I begged. And then, bam. My cunt and my cock exploded in unison, my insides feeling the waves of pleasure. At not quite the same time, but soon enough to be ecstatic, Frank's movement told me he was cumming, his jizz filling me. The knowledge itself was a turn on. We lay there until his cock slipped out...

***

I could have kept going, but we both had other obligations. Then, I returned home to the US. I still long for more public displays, more voyeurism. I may just slip my hand in my shorts while on the train tonight. Maybe I'll pull them aside and let someone sneak a peek. Perhaps I'll see another Frank, another stranger. Perhaps they'll pull out their cocks. We can all enjoy the view.