Taking Care
Finally!! A bit of PWP. Not my best, but . . .
Title: Taking Care
Author: wbearsmom
Pairing: Danny/Frank (On A Clear Day)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Frank takes good care of Danny
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Fictional characters, yeah?? And no money made.
Feedback: Do I have to beg???
A/N: Billy just has a way of inspiring porn, doesn’t he?
Chapter: 1 of 1
Cross-posted: Middle Earth Musings
Danny made his way out of the water and walked up the beach towards the camper. Frank had gone in ten minutes earlier - but not without first arguing with Danny about the younger man wanting to stay in the ocean. Danny had insisted he would be fine by himself; he had just wanted to swim a bit longer. Frank only relented when the young man had promised to go no further out than waist-depth. He knew that Frank only had his safety in mind, but it still bothered Danny.
Everyone considered him a kid and treated him like one. Even his girlfriend (ex-girlfriend, he reminded himself) acted like he was a little boy. When they broke up, Danny wanted nothing more than to prove himself a man to her and everyone. He decided he wanted to swim the Channel to try and gain respect, just as Frank had.
It had taken months of arguments until his mother finally relented. And Frank, Chan and the others had agreed to coach him. During the week he trained at the pool but on the weekends they would all pile into the camper and drive to the ocean, where Danny could get used to swimming in the currents.
This weekend, however, it was just he and Frank - the others had all made plans with their families. Danny wasn’t upset about this at all; he was glad for some time alone with Frank. He had admired the older man from the minute they met at the shipyard. He had been new and nervous, but Frank had taken him under wing. Gradually, the other men had welcomed Danny but, as much as he valued their friendships, he didn’t feel the same for them as he did for Frank. Much to his chagrin, he had developed a bit of a crush on the older man, but he kept it hidden well. The last thing he needed was for people to think he was a pansy on top of everything else.
The cool air had Danny shivering by the time he reached the camper. He opened the door and stepped inside, and was met with the sight of Frank standing at the small sink; his back was towards Danny and he was dressed in nothing but his briefs. For once, Danny was incredibly grateful for the shrinking powers of the cold ocean water - he really didn’t want to be embarrassed by his nether regions.
Frank spoke as he heard the door close. “I’ve got some tea steeping for you. I’ll get the sandwiches from the cooler if you’re hungry.” He turned and saw Danny shivering. “For goodness sakes, lad! Look at you! Your lips are blue and you’re shaking like a leaf! I knew I should have made you get out with me.” He moved to a small cupboard and grabbed a large, fluffy towel. He returned to Danny and began to briskly rub the man with the soft cloth. “Let’s get you dry. You mother will skin me alive if I bring you back sick.”
“I’m fine,” Danny protested to no avail. He tried to grab the towel, but Frank refused to give it to him.
Kneeling to dry Danny’s legs, Frank continued to speak. “Take those swim shorts off! They’re sopping wet!”
Danny turned bright red. “I can dry myself!” he insisted, but Frank was having none if it. Realizing that there was no use in arguing, Danny spun around to face away from the other men. The brisk toweling he was getting was having an effect on his bits and he really didn’t want Frank to see what was happening. He dropped his shorts and stepped out of them. As Frank began to dry his ass he managed to get hold of the towel and pull away. He wrapped the towel around his waist. “I can do the rest, okay?”
Frank stood up. “You’re still shaking, lad, and you’re flushed. Are you sure you’re not coming down with something?”
“I’m just a bit chilled from the water. I’m warming up now just fine,” Danny stated firmly, but a large shiver defeated his words.
Frank went back to the cupboard and started to rummage around. “I wonder if there’s a thermometer in here. We should take your temperature just to be sure. Bandages, burn cream, lotion, paracetamol . . .”
The frustration of the situation finally got to Danny. He turned to face Frank and nearly shouted, “Will you please stop treating me like a child! I’m perfectly fine!”
Frank stepped back from the cabinet and looked at Danny, intending to reprimand the young man for his tone of voice. The words stuck in his throat as he registered the state that Danny was in - heavy breathing, blushing skin and a very obvious tenting of Danny’s towel.
Danny realized what Frank was looking at, and turned even redder in embarrassment. He looked down at the floor, wishing he could melt into it. He was certain that Frank was disgusted with him.
Frank could see Danny’s mortification, and took a moment to choose his next actions. “It’s all right, Danny. There’s no need to be embarrassed.” He stepped over to Danny and placed a reassuring hand lightly on the young man’s shoulder. Danny turned even redder and tried to pull away, but Frank tightened his grip and held Danny in place. “Don’t run away from me, lad,” Frank’s voice was soft but firm. “This is something that we need to talk about. Aye?”
“Aye.” Danny whispered his agreement.
“How long have you felt like this?”
“A while,” Danny answered, still unable to look Frank in the eye.
“Is that why you split with your girl?”
“N-no. I mean. I like girls. It’s just . . .”
Frank smiled. “You like the lads, too.”
Danny shook his head. “Not really.”
Raising an eyebrow, Frank responded, “That bulge in your towel tells me otherwise.”
“I don’t like other lads.” Danny insisted, swallowing hard. “Only you.”
Frank almost didn’t hear the last part. “Oh, Danny,” he said gently, pulling the younger man into a warm embrace.
Danny was fighting his tears. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I don’t know why I feel this way about you, and I know you don’t feel this for me. It will go away. Just . . . please don’t hate me.”
“I don’t hate you. Far from it.” Frank tipped Danny’s face up, forcing the younger man to look at him. “It’s not unusual to have a passing fancy for someone of the same sex. I think all of us have gone through it, although it’s not something that comes up in conversation, aye?”
“Aye.” Danny swallowed and then tentatively asked, “So you’ve felt - something - for a lad before?”
Frank nodded, not breaking Danny’s gaze. “Still do, every now and then.”
“Have you thought about me?” The words slipped out before Danny could stop them.
Frank chuckled. “You’re a fine looking lad, Danny. I’ve thought about you a few times. But seeing as I’m married and you had a girlfriend - and the fact that your mother would beat me to a pulp if I touched you in that way - I figured it best to keep those thoughts to myself.”
Danny smiled at the image of his mother beating on Frank. “Like I’d tell my ma if you did. She wouldn’t have known.”
Easing up on his embrace and ruffling Danny’s hair, Frank shook his head. “What I’ve wanted to do with you would have had you walking funny for a while.”
When he realized what Frank meant, Danny’s cock gave a twitch. He opened his mouth to say something, but the only thing that came out was “Oh.” He heard Frank laughing again as the older man moved away from him. A sudden impulse had him blurting out, “Well, we’re here for a few more days. I’d be walking fine by the time we got home.”
Frank froze. “Careful, lad,” he said, keeping his tone light. “I may just take you up on that.”
“Maybe I want you to,” Danny spoke quietly, not sure if he wanted the other man to hear him.
But Frank did hear. He turned to face Danny, who was looking at the floor once again. “That’s very tempting, Danny.” His voice was husky. “But I want you to think hard about the consequences because if we do start, I won’t be able to stop halfway through if you decide that you don’t like it - and we can’t undo it once it’s done. Do you understand?”
Danny gave a small nod. “Aye.” He thought for a moment, then forced himself to meet Frank’s gaze. “I won’t ask you to stop.” For one long tension-filled minute the two men stared at each other. Then Frank moved forward and cupped Danny’s face in his hands. He leaned down and pressed his lips to the younger man’s. Danny responded eagerly and it was some time before they broke apart, breathless.
“Do you trust me?” Frank asked, softly kissing Danny’s temple. Danny could only nod in response. Frank gently turned Danny in his arms and led the younger man towards the camper’s small table. He bent Danny over the table until the young man’s chest was resting on the cool, flat surface. Stroking one hand along Danny’s spine, Frank removed Danny’s towel and tossed it aside. He reached for the bottle of lotion in the cabinet.
Danny tensed as he heard the snap of the bottle cap being opened, but he could hear Frank murmuring softly to him and he relaxed. He did trust Frank and, after months of fantasies, he very much wanted what Frank was about to do to him. He nearly came when Frank spread his cheeks and touched his entrance, a finger slicked with cool lotion circling his hole.
“Relax.” Frank said as he continued to rub, allowing Danny to get used to his touch. “Have you ever fingered yourself, or been fingered by anyone before?”
Shaking his head, Danny gasped “No.”
Frank added more lotion to his finger. “This is going to feel a little strange at first. Tell me if it hurts too much.” He began to breach the tight muscle ring, going slowly - just the tip at first.
Danny let out a breathless “Mph” at the intrusion. He tensed again but forced himself to relax right away. As he did, Frank began to push his finger in deeper. Danny could feel every ridge and knuckle as it slid into him. He took a few deep breaths; it didn’t really hurt but it was uncomfortable.
“There’s a good lad,” Frank said softly in encouragement. He eased his finger back and in several times, steadying Danny with is free hand on Danny’s hip. When Danny was loosened up, he slid a second finger in.
“Unh.” Danny grunted at the additional stretching.
Frank held his hand still as he asked, “Am I hurting you?”
Danny shook his head again. “Just - feels weird.”
Smiling, Frank said, “Aye. I suppose it would, being as it’s the first time anything’s ever gone in there.” He began to thrust his fingers slowly again, scissoring them to further stretch the opening. “Are you a virgin, Danny? I know you’ve never done this before, but have you ever been with a lass?”
“I - I’ve touched a few, but I’ve never gone all the way,” Danny admitted. He made a small questioning sound as Frank withdrew his fingers.
“Shh,” Frank soothed the younger man as he removed his shorts and slicked himself with more lotion. “It’s all right, lad.” He pulled one of the camper’s small chairs over and sat down behind Danny. He gripped Danny’s hips and began pulling the young man towards him.
As he felt himself being lowered, Danny grabbed the edge of the table for support. He was nearly seated on Frank’s lap when he felt a nudge and suddenly something blunt and thick started pushing inside of him. As it went deeper, the stretch-burn became painful and Danny’s body stiffened in response.
“Breathe, Danny,” Frank said, keeping a firm grip on the young man. Danny let a whoosh of breath out and his body unclenched; he went down the last few inches and found himself solidly in Frank’s lap. Letting go of Danny’s hips, Frank wrapped his arms around Danny’s chest, encouraging the smaller man to release the table and lean back against him. He allowed his hands to explore, rubbing his thumbs over Danny’s nipples and slowly caressing his way downward.
Danny rested his head on Frank’s shoulder, eyes closed, breathing deeply as Frank whispered words of endearment to him. He placed his hands on Frank’s arms, feeling the muscles flexing as the older man stroked his chest. His stomach twitched in response as Frank lightly tickled his belly button. His mind was whirling from the pain of the intrusion and the other new physical sensations.
Frank could feel Danny’s tension ease as he ran his fingers through the ginger hairs on the younger man’s chest and stomach. He moved lower, massaging Danny’s hips and thighs for several moments before caressing farther inwards, eventually reaching Danny’s cock.
Eyes springing open at the intimate touch, Danny looked down to see fingers that were not his wrapped around his hard shaft. He saw his legs spread wide apart with Frank’s knees between them. One of Frank’s hands was pumping his cock, thumb swiping the head on every stroke. Frank’s other hand was fondling his balls in their sac. He lost himself for a moment in the pleasure that those hands were giving to him, and then he suddenly realized that it was Frank’s cock that was hard, thick and deep in his ass. That thought sent him over the edge into the most intense orgasm he had ever had. He let out a shout as he spurted into Frank’s hand, balls tightening as Frank continued to roll them, his hole clenching around Frank’s shaft.
Frank continued to stroke Danny through the young man’s climax. As the younger man began to come down from his orgasm, Frank released the softening cock and wrapped his arms firmly around Danny’s heaving chest, hugging the smaller body against his own until Danny’s breathing and heart rate slowed. He was still hard inside of Danny, keeping control of his needs until the young man was ready for more. He turned Danny’s face towards his and lightly kissed his young lover.
After several minutes, Frank pulled away from the kisses and lifted Danny from his lap, helping the young man to stand. Danny let out a small whimper as Frank’s cock slipped free, but Frank shushed him. Getting to his own feet, Frank guided the younger man to the camper’s bed and positioned him on his hands and knees. “We’re not done yet, Danny,” he said softly, kneeling behind the man and gently entering him once again. He began to slowly thrust in and out of Danny’s tight hole, gripping Danny’s hips securely. As the young man began to respond, rocking back to meet Frank’s thrusts, Frank eased his grip and caressed Danny’s back and ass cheeks before leaning forward and sliding his hands to Danny’s front once again. He played with Danny’s nipples for a bit, pinching and teasing the hard little nubs. Then he moved one of his hands, reaching down to resume stroking Danny’s still soft cock.
Danny jumped as Frank’s rough fingers ran over his length, sensitive yet from his orgasm. The movement caused Frank to push in at a different angle, and a wave of electric ecstasy ran through Danny. He yelped and began to harden in Frank’s hand.
“Mmm, there it is,” Frank grunted as he continued to leisurely thrust at the new angle.
“Ohgodohgodohgod, “ Danny started to moan. He couldn’t understand how something could hurt so bad and feel so good at the same time. It felt like Frank was shoving a fencepost up his ass, but every time Frank pushed in deep he got a huge jolt of pure pleasure. He began to rock harder and faster.
Frank grabbed Danny’s sides and held the younger man still, stopping his own thrusting. “Slow down, lad.”
“Can’t,” Danny gasped. “Need . . .” His voice failed as he struggle to move.
“What do you need?” Frank asked, holding Danny firmly. Danny shook his head. Frank released him and pulled out completely.
“No!” Danny cried in protest.
“Tell me what you need!” Frank demanded.
“Harder. Faster. Please . . .” Danny pleaded, trembling with frustration.
Frank placed a hand on Danny’s ass. “Turn over, on your back.” Danny quickly rolled. Frank grasped Danny’s legs, spreading them and lifting hem over his shoulders. He positioned himself at Danny’s entrance once again and leaned forward, kissing Danny tenderly. “Whatever you want,” he said, and with one hard fast push buried himself balls deep into the still tight, hot little hole.
Danny gave a wordless shout as Frank slammed into him. He wrapped his arms around Frank’s neck, pulling the older man down until they were chest to chest. The two men kissed each other hungrily as Frank rammed himself into his young lover’s ass over and over, Danny thrusting up to meet him.
Frank finally allowed himself to lose control. Within minutes he felt his climax building and holding himself as deep inside of Danny as he could get, he came hard, spilling his juices inside the tight passage.
Danny felt Frank’s cum spurting hot and liquid inside him. It was enough to take him over the edge a second time and he cried out in ecstasy, seed coating his and Frank’s stomachs. The two men held each other tightly, riding out the aftershocks of their orgasms.
When Frank came back to himself, he eased out of Danny and rolled to the side of the bed to catch his breath. Danny lay boneless beside him, panting. After a few minutes Frank stood and went into the small bathroom. He washed himself and rinsed out the rag with cool water. He carried the wet cloth with him when he returned to Danny, who hadn’t moved. He lovingly washed Danny’s stomach, and then helped the young man to turn over. He gently washed between Danny’s ass cheeks, cleaning up the lotion and cum that were dripping out of the still-distended hole. He tossed the rag into the laundry basket and lay back down next to Danny, pulling the younger man close.
“The salt water might sting a bit tomorrow,” he said, kissing the top of Danny’s head.
“That’s okay.” Danny mumbled. “You’ll take good care of me.” He drifted off to a contented sleep, the sound of Frank’s laughter surrounding him.
Title: Taking Care
Author: wbearsmom
Pairing: Danny/Frank (On A Clear Day)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Frank takes good care of Danny
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Fictional characters, yeah?? And no money made.
Feedback: Do I have to beg???
A/N: Billy just has a way of inspiring porn, doesn’t he?
Chapter: 1 of 1
Cross-posted: Middle Earth Musings
Danny made his way out of the water and walked up the beach towards the camper. Frank had gone in ten minutes earlier - but not without first arguing with Danny about the younger man wanting to stay in the ocean. Danny had insisted he would be fine by himself; he had just wanted to swim a bit longer. Frank only relented when the young man had promised to go no further out than waist-depth. He knew that Frank only had his safety in mind, but it still bothered Danny.
Everyone considered him a kid and treated him like one. Even his girlfriend (ex-girlfriend, he reminded himself) acted like he was a little boy. When they broke up, Danny wanted nothing more than to prove himself a man to her and everyone. He decided he wanted to swim the Channel to try and gain respect, just as Frank had.
It had taken months of arguments until his mother finally relented. And Frank, Chan and the others had agreed to coach him. During the week he trained at the pool but on the weekends they would all pile into the camper and drive to the ocean, where Danny could get used to swimming in the currents.
This weekend, however, it was just he and Frank - the others had all made plans with their families. Danny wasn’t upset about this at all; he was glad for some time alone with Frank. He had admired the older man from the minute they met at the shipyard. He had been new and nervous, but Frank had taken him under wing. Gradually, the other men had welcomed Danny but, as much as he valued their friendships, he didn’t feel the same for them as he did for Frank. Much to his chagrin, he had developed a bit of a crush on the older man, but he kept it hidden well. The last thing he needed was for people to think he was a pansy on top of everything else.
The cool air had Danny shivering by the time he reached the camper. He opened the door and stepped inside, and was met with the sight of Frank standing at the small sink; his back was towards Danny and he was dressed in nothing but his briefs. For once, Danny was incredibly grateful for the shrinking powers of the cold ocean water - he really didn’t want to be embarrassed by his nether regions.
Frank spoke as he heard the door close. “I’ve got some tea steeping for you. I’ll get the sandwiches from the cooler if you’re hungry.” He turned and saw Danny shivering. “For goodness sakes, lad! Look at you! Your lips are blue and you’re shaking like a leaf! I knew I should have made you get out with me.” He moved to a small cupboard and grabbed a large, fluffy towel. He returned to Danny and began to briskly rub the man with the soft cloth. “Let’s get you dry. You mother will skin me alive if I bring you back sick.”
“I’m fine,” Danny protested to no avail. He tried to grab the towel, but Frank refused to give it to him.
Kneeling to dry Danny’s legs, Frank continued to speak. “Take those swim shorts off! They’re sopping wet!”
Danny turned bright red. “I can dry myself!” he insisted, but Frank was having none if it. Realizing that there was no use in arguing, Danny spun around to face away from the other men. The brisk toweling he was getting was having an effect on his bits and he really didn’t want Frank to see what was happening. He dropped his shorts and stepped out of them. As Frank began to dry his ass he managed to get hold of the towel and pull away. He wrapped the towel around his waist. “I can do the rest, okay?”
Frank stood up. “You’re still shaking, lad, and you’re flushed. Are you sure you’re not coming down with something?”
“I’m just a bit chilled from the water. I’m warming up now just fine,” Danny stated firmly, but a large shiver defeated his words.
Frank went back to the cupboard and started to rummage around. “I wonder if there’s a thermometer in here. We should take your temperature just to be sure. Bandages, burn cream, lotion, paracetamol . . .”
The frustration of the situation finally got to Danny. He turned to face Frank and nearly shouted, “Will you please stop treating me like a child! I’m perfectly fine!”
Frank stepped back from the cabinet and looked at Danny, intending to reprimand the young man for his tone of voice. The words stuck in his throat as he registered the state that Danny was in - heavy breathing, blushing skin and a very obvious tenting of Danny’s towel.
Danny realized what Frank was looking at, and turned even redder in embarrassment. He looked down at the floor, wishing he could melt into it. He was certain that Frank was disgusted with him.
Frank could see Danny’s mortification, and took a moment to choose his next actions. “It’s all right, Danny. There’s no need to be embarrassed.” He stepped over to Danny and placed a reassuring hand lightly on the young man’s shoulder. Danny turned even redder and tried to pull away, but Frank tightened his grip and held Danny in place. “Don’t run away from me, lad,” Frank’s voice was soft but firm. “This is something that we need to talk about. Aye?”
“Aye.” Danny whispered his agreement.
“How long have you felt like this?”
“A while,” Danny answered, still unable to look Frank in the eye.
“Is that why you split with your girl?”
“N-no. I mean. I like girls. It’s just . . .”
Frank smiled. “You like the lads, too.”
Danny shook his head. “Not really.”
Raising an eyebrow, Frank responded, “That bulge in your towel tells me otherwise.”
“I don’t like other lads.” Danny insisted, swallowing hard. “Only you.”
Frank almost didn’t hear the last part. “Oh, Danny,” he said gently, pulling the younger man into a warm embrace.
Danny was fighting his tears. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I don’t know why I feel this way about you, and I know you don’t feel this for me. It will go away. Just . . . please don’t hate me.”
“I don’t hate you. Far from it.” Frank tipped Danny’s face up, forcing the younger man to look at him. “It’s not unusual to have a passing fancy for someone of the same sex. I think all of us have gone through it, although it’s not something that comes up in conversation, aye?”
“Aye.” Danny swallowed and then tentatively asked, “So you’ve felt - something - for a lad before?”
Frank nodded, not breaking Danny’s gaze. “Still do, every now and then.”
“Have you thought about me?” The words slipped out before Danny could stop them.
Frank chuckled. “You’re a fine looking lad, Danny. I’ve thought about you a few times. But seeing as I’m married and you had a girlfriend - and the fact that your mother would beat me to a pulp if I touched you in that way - I figured it best to keep those thoughts to myself.”
Danny smiled at the image of his mother beating on Frank. “Like I’d tell my ma if you did. She wouldn’t have known.”
Easing up on his embrace and ruffling Danny’s hair, Frank shook his head. “What I’ve wanted to do with you would have had you walking funny for a while.”
When he realized what Frank meant, Danny’s cock gave a twitch. He opened his mouth to say something, but the only thing that came out was “Oh.” He heard Frank laughing again as the older man moved away from him. A sudden impulse had him blurting out, “Well, we’re here for a few more days. I’d be walking fine by the time we got home.”
Frank froze. “Careful, lad,” he said, keeping his tone light. “I may just take you up on that.”
“Maybe I want you to,” Danny spoke quietly, not sure if he wanted the other man to hear him.
But Frank did hear. He turned to face Danny, who was looking at the floor once again. “That’s very tempting, Danny.” His voice was husky. “But I want you to think hard about the consequences because if we do start, I won’t be able to stop halfway through if you decide that you don’t like it - and we can’t undo it once it’s done. Do you understand?”
Danny gave a small nod. “Aye.” He thought for a moment, then forced himself to meet Frank’s gaze. “I won’t ask you to stop.” For one long tension-filled minute the two men stared at each other. Then Frank moved forward and cupped Danny’s face in his hands. He leaned down and pressed his lips to the younger man’s. Danny responded eagerly and it was some time before they broke apart, breathless.
“Do you trust me?” Frank asked, softly kissing Danny’s temple. Danny could only nod in response. Frank gently turned Danny in his arms and led the younger man towards the camper’s small table. He bent Danny over the table until the young man’s chest was resting on the cool, flat surface. Stroking one hand along Danny’s spine, Frank removed Danny’s towel and tossed it aside. He reached for the bottle of lotion in the cabinet.
Danny tensed as he heard the snap of the bottle cap being opened, but he could hear Frank murmuring softly to him and he relaxed. He did trust Frank and, after months of fantasies, he very much wanted what Frank was about to do to him. He nearly came when Frank spread his cheeks and touched his entrance, a finger slicked with cool lotion circling his hole.
“Relax.” Frank said as he continued to rub, allowing Danny to get used to his touch. “Have you ever fingered yourself, or been fingered by anyone before?”
Shaking his head, Danny gasped “No.”
Frank added more lotion to his finger. “This is going to feel a little strange at first. Tell me if it hurts too much.” He began to breach the tight muscle ring, going slowly - just the tip at first.
Danny let out a breathless “Mph” at the intrusion. He tensed again but forced himself to relax right away. As he did, Frank began to push his finger in deeper. Danny could feel every ridge and knuckle as it slid into him. He took a few deep breaths; it didn’t really hurt but it was uncomfortable.
“There’s a good lad,” Frank said softly in encouragement. He eased his finger back and in several times, steadying Danny with is free hand on Danny’s hip. When Danny was loosened up, he slid a second finger in.
“Unh.” Danny grunted at the additional stretching.
Frank held his hand still as he asked, “Am I hurting you?”
Danny shook his head again. “Just - feels weird.”
Smiling, Frank said, “Aye. I suppose it would, being as it’s the first time anything’s ever gone in there.” He began to thrust his fingers slowly again, scissoring them to further stretch the opening. “Are you a virgin, Danny? I know you’ve never done this before, but have you ever been with a lass?”
“I - I’ve touched a few, but I’ve never gone all the way,” Danny admitted. He made a small questioning sound as Frank withdrew his fingers.
“Shh,” Frank soothed the younger man as he removed his shorts and slicked himself with more lotion. “It’s all right, lad.” He pulled one of the camper’s small chairs over and sat down behind Danny. He gripped Danny’s hips and began pulling the young man towards him.
As he felt himself being lowered, Danny grabbed the edge of the table for support. He was nearly seated on Frank’s lap when he felt a nudge and suddenly something blunt and thick started pushing inside of him. As it went deeper, the stretch-burn became painful and Danny’s body stiffened in response.
“Breathe, Danny,” Frank said, keeping a firm grip on the young man. Danny let a whoosh of breath out and his body unclenched; he went down the last few inches and found himself solidly in Frank’s lap. Letting go of Danny’s hips, Frank wrapped his arms around Danny’s chest, encouraging the smaller man to release the table and lean back against him. He allowed his hands to explore, rubbing his thumbs over Danny’s nipples and slowly caressing his way downward.
Danny rested his head on Frank’s shoulder, eyes closed, breathing deeply as Frank whispered words of endearment to him. He placed his hands on Frank’s arms, feeling the muscles flexing as the older man stroked his chest. His stomach twitched in response as Frank lightly tickled his belly button. His mind was whirling from the pain of the intrusion and the other new physical sensations.
Frank could feel Danny’s tension ease as he ran his fingers through the ginger hairs on the younger man’s chest and stomach. He moved lower, massaging Danny’s hips and thighs for several moments before caressing farther inwards, eventually reaching Danny’s cock.
Eyes springing open at the intimate touch, Danny looked down to see fingers that were not his wrapped around his hard shaft. He saw his legs spread wide apart with Frank’s knees between them. One of Frank’s hands was pumping his cock, thumb swiping the head on every stroke. Frank’s other hand was fondling his balls in their sac. He lost himself for a moment in the pleasure that those hands were giving to him, and then he suddenly realized that it was Frank’s cock that was hard, thick and deep in his ass. That thought sent him over the edge into the most intense orgasm he had ever had. He let out a shout as he spurted into Frank’s hand, balls tightening as Frank continued to roll them, his hole clenching around Frank’s shaft.
Frank continued to stroke Danny through the young man’s climax. As the younger man began to come down from his orgasm, Frank released the softening cock and wrapped his arms firmly around Danny’s heaving chest, hugging the smaller body against his own until Danny’s breathing and heart rate slowed. He was still hard inside of Danny, keeping control of his needs until the young man was ready for more. He turned Danny’s face towards his and lightly kissed his young lover.
After several minutes, Frank pulled away from the kisses and lifted Danny from his lap, helping the young man to stand. Danny let out a small whimper as Frank’s cock slipped free, but Frank shushed him. Getting to his own feet, Frank guided the younger man to the camper’s bed and positioned him on his hands and knees. “We’re not done yet, Danny,” he said softly, kneeling behind the man and gently entering him once again. He began to slowly thrust in and out of Danny’s tight hole, gripping Danny’s hips securely. As the young man began to respond, rocking back to meet Frank’s thrusts, Frank eased his grip and caressed Danny’s back and ass cheeks before leaning forward and sliding his hands to Danny’s front once again. He played with Danny’s nipples for a bit, pinching and teasing the hard little nubs. Then he moved one of his hands, reaching down to resume stroking Danny’s still soft cock.
Danny jumped as Frank’s rough fingers ran over his length, sensitive yet from his orgasm. The movement caused Frank to push in at a different angle, and a wave of electric ecstasy ran through Danny. He yelped and began to harden in Frank’s hand.
“Mmm, there it is,” Frank grunted as he continued to leisurely thrust at the new angle.
“Ohgodohgodohgod, “ Danny started to moan. He couldn’t understand how something could hurt so bad and feel so good at the same time. It felt like Frank was shoving a fencepost up his ass, but every time Frank pushed in deep he got a huge jolt of pure pleasure. He began to rock harder and faster.
Frank grabbed Danny’s sides and held the younger man still, stopping his own thrusting. “Slow down, lad.”
“Can’t,” Danny gasped. “Need . . .” His voice failed as he struggle to move.
“What do you need?” Frank asked, holding Danny firmly. Danny shook his head. Frank released him and pulled out completely.
“No!” Danny cried in protest.
“Tell me what you need!” Frank demanded.
“Harder. Faster. Please . . .” Danny pleaded, trembling with frustration.
Frank placed a hand on Danny’s ass. “Turn over, on your back.” Danny quickly rolled. Frank grasped Danny’s legs, spreading them and lifting hem over his shoulders. He positioned himself at Danny’s entrance once again and leaned forward, kissing Danny tenderly. “Whatever you want,” he said, and with one hard fast push buried himself balls deep into the still tight, hot little hole.
Danny gave a wordless shout as Frank slammed into him. He wrapped his arms around Frank’s neck, pulling the older man down until they were chest to chest. The two men kissed each other hungrily as Frank rammed himself into his young lover’s ass over and over, Danny thrusting up to meet him.
Frank finally allowed himself to lose control. Within minutes he felt his climax building and holding himself as deep inside of Danny as he could get, he came hard, spilling his juices inside the tight passage.
Danny felt Frank’s cum spurting hot and liquid inside him. It was enough to take him over the edge a second time and he cried out in ecstasy, seed coating his and Frank’s stomachs. The two men held each other tightly, riding out the aftershocks of their orgasms.
When Frank came back to himself, he eased out of Danny and rolled to the side of the bed to catch his breath. Danny lay boneless beside him, panting. After a few minutes Frank stood and went into the small bathroom. He washed himself and rinsed out the rag with cool water. He carried the wet cloth with him when he returned to Danny, who hadn’t moved. He lovingly washed Danny’s stomach, and then helped the young man to turn over. He gently washed between Danny’s ass cheeks, cleaning up the lotion and cum that were dripping out of the still-distended hole. He tossed the rag into the laundry basket and lay back down next to Danny, pulling the younger man close.
“The salt water might sting a bit tomorrow,” he said, kissing the top of Danny’s head.
“That’s okay.” Danny mumbled. “You’ll take good care of me.” He drifted off to a contented sleep, the sound of Frank’s laughter surrounding him.