I had just finished taking Frank's first load of the morning and then chased it down by swallowing my own load of cum. I sat back on my heels and looked up at Frank wondering what was coming next.
"C'mon with me," he said, getting up from the bed and making his way into the en-suite bathroom. I followed like a little puppy after its master. Frank made his way over to the toilet and raised the lid and seat.
"Over here," he said, looking back at me while raising his right arm. I made my way beside him and he brought his arm down around my shoulders. I looked down at his now flaccid cock hanging heavy over the toilet bowl. It still glistened from the handjob I had given him just moments ago.
"Now this morning load of piss would be likely strong enough to take your head off..... so.... I want you to just take hold of my cock and make sure it doesn't make a mess."
I reached down with my slippery right hand and wrapped it as far around his cock as I could get it. I lifted his heavy cock slightly and pointed the tip towards the bowl below. Frank relaxed and let loose with a powerful stream of piss that splashed into the bowl. I moved my hand slightly to make sure I had that pounding stream centered and none splashed out onto the floor. I could feel the powerful stream coursing thru his thick dick as he kept pounding his golden water into the bowl, his arm still wrapped around me. It took him awhile to get rid of the beer he had the night before and he was right; he pissed with such force it seemed like it would have taken my head off! His stream finally diminished and I raised it further over the bowl. As it decreased to a gentle trickle, I moved my other hand underneath the head of his cock and cupped it below that enormous cockhead to catch the few remaining drops.
"Thataboy," said Frank, smiling down at me.
I raised my cupped hand to my face and tipped it up to drink the few drops of yellow nectar I had caught there. I swallowed the little bit of salty, hot piss I been able to catch there.
"I'm glad you like that," he said as he squeezed his arm around my shoulder. "Now, while I take a shower, I want you to go and get us some breakfast. I think I feel like juice, scrambled eggs with cheese, some bacon, toast and coffee. You should be able to find everything you need in the kitchen. I'll be expecting it when I'm done in here. Now get out of here while I take a crap and hit the shower," he said as he released his arm from around me.
I spun around and left Frank alone as requested. I grabbed the pink silk robe from the back of the door and made my way to the kitchen. I washed the Vaseline off my hands using a liquid soap in a container next to the kitchen sink. Frank wanted his breakfast when he was done so I guess I'd have to have my shower later.
I searched the fridge and cupboards and got some coffee going, then got some bacon frying in a pan. I mixed up some eggs, grated some cheese and got a couple of glasses of juice poured and some toast ready to go down. I set a place at the head of the table for Frank and set a place for myself at his side. I finally heard the water shut off in the shower and with the bacon almost done, I dumped the eggs into a second frying pan and mixed in the cheese. While that was cooking I popped down the toast and poured two steaming mugs of coffee.
I heard the front door open and close and Frank came into the kitchen carrying the morning paper. He had on a thick white terrycloth robe. His dark curly hair was slicked back on his head accentuating his tan. He had just shaved and I could just catch a whiff of his cologne. He looked and smelled good enough to eat!
He sat down at the table and opened the paper as I loaded up our two plates with our food.
"Hey, that looks great," he said, taking a slug of juice. "Thanks for doing that."
He dug into the food like a man low on fuel after dumping six loads into somebody! He seemed pleased as he ate everything in front of him and fortunately I had made a little extra. Hopefully it would help to re-energize Frank for the day ahead. I myself dug in enthusiastically as I was starving after our endeavors of the night before. Frank finally sat back, put his paper down and picked up his mug of coffee.
"I think we need to do a little shopping this morning," he said. "There's a couple of things we need to pick up before I make myself at home in that sweet ass of yours."
I looked up at him with a fearful look in my eyes.
"What's up?" he asked.
"I'm not sure if I'll be able to take it," I said, nodding towards his crotch where I knew his enormous cock was hidden. "It's so big."
"Oh, you'll do just fine," he said. "That's why we're going shopping first. We'll take our time getting you nice and loosened up. Then you'll be ready to take it all. Anyways....I know it's big...but there are bigger, believe me. I should introduce you to my friend Evan some time."
My eyes seemed to widen in disbelief and this brought a wry smile to Frank's face.
"Now let's get dressed and get moving. We'll swing by your place first. You can shower and change there and grab a bag of clothes and whatever you need for the rest of the weekend."
We made our way back to the bedroom where I quickly donned the clothes I had been wearing last night. I watched as Frank pulled on a clean pair of jeans and a polo shirt that pulled nicely across the firm muscles of his chest. I noticed that Frank once again refrained from wearing any underwear and his huge cock was discernable extending down the inside of his thigh.
We headed out and I gave Frank the directions to my apartment. As we pulled out into traffic he reached over and took my left hand and brought it to rest on his huge cock nestled quietly against the inside of his right thigh. I wrapped my hand around it and squeezed, and then ran my hand up and down the length of it. I felt it stir under his jeans and started to thicken slightly. I kept up this gentle exploration for the ten minutes it took us to get to my place. Frank seemed comfortable at this point just having my hand warming his cock.
He followed me into my place and I heard him turn on the TV as made my way into my bedroom, shucked my clothes and hit the bathroom. I turned on the shower to heat up and relieved myself. There's nothing like "home-field advantage" when it comes to taking a shit. I wanted to clean myself out as much as possible knowing that Frank had plans for invading my ass in the near future. When I was done I hurried through my shower, put on some fresh clothes, and packed a small overnight bag with some extra clothes and toiletries. When I came out he was watching a sports channel again and drinking a glass of ice water.
"I hope you don't mind that I got a drink. You ran out of ice so I filled up your tray for you," he said pointing towards the fridge.
