Quite Frankly

Before You Go

It was the worst. My last day working for Frank and Jim at their Landscaping Business before I left for school for my first year. Frank had confirmed with me that I had a job next summer when I returned if I wanted it, but knowing that I was leaving on Sunday, this Friday was already depressing. What made it worse was that I didn’t see Frank all day, and when I returned to the shop at the end, Frank wasn’t around then either.

All week I had regretted saying that I wanted to go to Rick’s for a group meet. I missed Frank, and wanted him all to myself in reality. He told me he loved me that last time and I responded by saying I wanted to go to Rick’s. All week I never had a chance to be alone again with Frank. He was too busy with Tracie, or we weren’t alone in the shop at the end of the day, or he was pre-occupied. I started to worry that he was mad that I had suggested we attend Rick’s Poker Night. But the truth was I DID want to explore. Frank was with Tracie. I wanted someone just for me too.

Jim was there when I pulled in at the end of the day, the much shorter more average looking of the two brothers. How Frank managed to get the height and the looks was beyond me. Apparently, Frank looked more like his father, where Jim took after his mother. If only I had known their dad.

I did hover around the shop at the end, hoping that Frank would pop by on my last day. Jim and I chatted for the longest time as we cleaned up. September was here, and my life was moving on in two days. Heading three hours away to go to university. I had originally planned to get away from my mother and her almost husband. Away from this life. But now I had Frank, and a slew of other men at my disposal really. I was suddenly unsure whether I wanted to go away to school at all now.

We had agreed on my last day that Frank would drive me home since I was leaving the truck. It was the perfect plan and the perfect cover for us to be alone together. But without speaking to him all week, I was starting to wonder if he really was mad at me. But the more I waited, the more depressed I became.

Jim was oblivious, puttering around as I wandered, pretending to put things away as I kept watching the door. I was about to ask Jim for a ride home when I saw Frank walk through the door quickly, stopping as soon as he came into the shop.

He was wearing his old jeans, the ones with the rips in the knees. His beige work boots covering his big feet. His short sleeved blue crested tee barely covering his biceps. He scratched his right pec as he stopped and held up his other hand.

“Sorry! You still need that ride?” His deep voice bellowed across the shop.

I almost ran to him, seeing him outlined in the setting sunlight, making me catch my breath. He had a couple days growth on his face, making him look even more manly and rugged. I heard Jim say something behind me but I was too busy staring at Frank, his eyes on me reading my thoughts.  

“I do.” I said, pointing to the truck in the yard outside the open garage door. “I left the truck there. Jim’s got the keys.”

Frank put his hands in his pockets and rocked a bit on his feet as he stared at me. He gave me a little head jerk towards the door without a word, and I turned and said a quick goodbye to Jim.

“We’ll see you next summer. Good luck at school.” Jim said, oblivious to the fact that I was going to ride his big brother.

I didn’t even turn around, just moved to Frank’s dark eyes as he sucked me in. He turned and I followed that beefy ass to his waiting truck.

He got in after me and grabbed my hand once inside the cab. “I’m so sorry I was so late. Were you waiting long?”

I felt his big hand in mine and knew how much I was going to miss him. It felt like my new uncle Kirk leaving all over again. I kept my head down, realizing how emotional I was getting. “No. It’s okay.” I heard him take in a deep breath and felt his hand squeeze mine.

“Let’s get out of here. Your folks home?” His voice was deeper than usual it seemed, and I felt the truck shift into reverse and we started slowly backing up.

“Yeah.” I hesitated, knowing the answer. “Tracie home?”

Frank chuckled in his gruff way, letting go of my hand for a moment to steer the truck out of the lot. “Yeah, she’s always home it seems.” He took my hand again as he started to drive straight, and I looked at the back of his hand over mine, his knuckles large, the veins distinctive and spreading out across the width of it. It felt warm and soft, but looked so massive and strong at the same time. “Damn. I was hoping to get a little one-on-one time with you tonight.”

I didn’t say anything for a bit, just put my other hand on top of Frank’s that was holding mine and looked out the passenger window, wondering where we were going.

“You okay?” Frank asked, trying to lighten the mood.

I looked over at him, his profile replaced quickly with his full face as he glanced over at me as he drove. His smile lit up his handsome face, making my heart flutter. “Are you mad at me?”

Frank patted my leg and didn’t say anything for a minute. “No.” He said flatly.

I looked out the window as we headed to my house, the silence killing me. I knew he was mad. This wasn’t like him. He had finally said he loved me, and I basically said I wanted to have others.

Frank let go of my leg and I heard him take a deep breath in. Then he turned quickly into the parking lot of the nearby Tim Horton’s and pulled into a spot quickly, throwing the truck into park and turned sideways to face me. “I’m not mad.” He lowered his head at me, raising his eyes sternly. He looked like a dad about to give a lecture, his left arm hanging on the steering wheel. “But I know what this is. Between us.”

I looked over at him, hearing my own breath panting as I stared at him. I felt small, and like I was in trouble. I just sat there as the awkward stillness filled the truck.

“You’re going to school in two days. I am getting married. I shouldn’t be doing this to you. I get it. You’re young! You need to explore!”

I went to speak but he held up his hand.

“You can’t be in love with me and I can’t be in love with you. It’s just that simple. It’s not fair to either one of us. And I know I shouldn’t be so possessive of you, and you should go to Rick’s if you want. Fuck as many guys or girls as you want. You’re 19! You should!” Frank ran his hand over his head and then down his face. “And I’ve got to grow up and behave if I’m going to get married.”

“But…” I started to say but he shook his head again.

“I’m not worth it Brian.”

I felt my lower lip quiver a bit and I looked away. I really didn’t know what I wanted at this point. But as I looked back at Frank, seeing that serious look, seeing his big arm hanging off the wheel, seeing his other hand so close to me, I knew what I wanted right now.

I slid over suddenly and just grabbed at his crotch, sort of diving for in between his legs.

“Brian…!” he said but didn’t really protest. He sort of turned back around to face forward, lifting his ass up a bit as I tugged at the button of his pants. I could smell the musky scent of him already, and it just fueled me to breathe in more of him. “Wait….”

But I didn’t. I opened up his fly, and pulled the waistband of his underwear out to see the thickening flesh unfurling for me. I let the smell of his dick wash over me and I dove for it, licking the side and feeling it growing at my touch as Frank hooked a thumb into his underwear to hold it down for me. I was now under the steering wheel, my face in his lap, grabbing at the base of his cock to move it into my waiting lips.

Like a hungry little boy, I swallowed it deep, taking most of it straight down my throat. Both of us groaned as Frank pulled the bottom of his shirt up a bit.

“Jesus Brian, we shouldn’t….” But he let out another deep breath as I deep throated his big cock, and I could hear his moans now filling the cab of his truck. He shifted his hips, and pushed his underwear down a bit more and held the bottom of his cock and balls for me as I bobbed up and down. I turned onto my stomach so my body was splayed out across the seat and I felt Frank’s big hand slap my ass, and then slide in between my pants and my skin. His finger slid into my crack as I continued to suck his dick in the parking lot of the Tim’s. No one would be able to see me unless they pulled in beside us in another truck. But I didn’t care. Neither did Frank obviously as he pulled his hand out of my ass to return it wet, and allow his finger to dig into my hole.

“Fuck what you do to me!” He groaned. I could feel him checking his surroundings as he teased my hole. I came off his cock to slap it against my face and take a breath. It was rock hard, and it looked huge in the cramped confines of the seat. I kept banging my head against the steering wheel to try to get as much of it as I could in my usual way, but it wasn’t easy sucking him off like this, trying to stay low.

His finger penetrated my ass and I moaned, squirming my ass and grinding my cock onto the seat beneath me.

“I wish I could fuck you right now.” He moaned, letting his finger pop out of my ass and then hold my head down. And then he started the truck and put it into reverse. “Stay down.”

I felt the bumping of being driven without a seatbelt and having a cock in my mouth rather difficult, but I did my best to hang on. There were times I gagged as we hit a bump and his cock went further down my throat, but it only made me smile and want it more. I had no idea where we were going, but Frank seemed to enjoy being blown as he casually drove around. At times he would lean over me, holding me down lower as we stopped or slowed down, but he didn’t speak until we stopped.

“Okay.” He said and pulled me up off his cock. I sat up and recognized his place.

“I thought Tracie was home.” I said as he tucked his dick back in his pants and opened the door.

“She is.”

I came around the truck and saw the obvious bulge in his pants and he gave me a shrug and pointed to the side door.

“Go straight down to the basement and wait for me.” He opened the door and stepped in, kicking off his big boots and pointed down the stairs immediately to the left and went around into his kitchen. I moved quietly down the stairs as I heard him slide the backdoor open, and figured Tracie was outside. It was dark as I got to the bottom, and I sort of stood there for a moment, realizing I had never been in his basement before.

It was an older home, and the basement was that wood paneling type, with one large room to the left, and then a couple separate doors off the side. One was a washroom, and one was a large tool room. I ducked inside that one, noting the work bench, and the amount of tools laid out along the wall. Frank certainly was a man that worked with his hands. The floor was concrete with no carpet, and it was relatively clean with a few signs of wood shavings in some spots. I heard loud footsteps overhead, and then the sound of Frank coming down the stairs.

“Hey.” He whispered, looking for me.

I poked my head out the door of his tool room as he peered into the main room. “I’m here.”

He grinned and moved quickly too me. “Perfect.” He pushed me backwards into the room and closed the door, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me into him to kiss me hard. “She never comes in here. OR downstairs for that matter.”

“She’s upstairs?” I said, hesitating a bit.

He nodded, grabbing my face and kissing me again, showing me how hard he was still by grinding his hips into me. “I told her I had to grab something down here and then take it back to the shop. We’re good.”

He let go of my hand and started undoing his pants again and took his cock out. “But, she’s home…”

He shut me up by kissing me again and tugged at my pants. “Take these off now.”

Without thinking I did, as he frog marched me towards the counter. His hands were all over me, his mouth on mine as his pants fell to his socked feet, his dick swinging angrily at me. He backed me up and pulled my pants down and lifted my smaller body up onto the counter and stepped in between my legs, yanking my pants off me.

He seemed so big before me. I was still a scrawny jock, only 5’3” compared to his bulky mass. His 6’3” 250 pound body looked giant between me. He was all man. And I didn’t care his fiancé was upstairs. I grabbed his shoulders as he spit into his hand and rubbed his cock and then fed his dick into my spread open legs.

“Are you sure?” I moaned, feeling the heat from the tip of his dick begging to enter. But I knew I was sure. And I wasn’t going to stop either.

His mouth moved to my ear and he whispered into it. “I’m sure. I want you one more time before you go.” He pushed forward, splitting me open and I gasped, feeling him sliding in. I dug my hands into his shirt covered back and hissed as he stood there between my legs. “Fuuuuuccccckkkk.” He moaned into my ear quietly.

I lifted my legs up a bit and pulled his bare ass into me, making sure he was all the way in. It felt risky knowing his girlfriend was upstairs but as the stars floated through my head, I didn’t care. Frank was inside me. That’s all I could focus on.

He put his hands on the counter beside my legs and stood there slowly pumping into me. I clutched his body tight to me, both of us still clothed on top. My hands slid down his back to this big round ass and felt his flesh. I dug my fingers into his meaty ass, making him moan more and fuck me deeper. I was afraid to make a sound, Frank’s own noises muffled into my neck and mouth as he moved between kissing my lips and licking my ear.

His hands moved to my ass and he pulled me almost off the edge of the counter, pumping me faster and harder now, the obvious sounds of sex now filling the dark room.

“I’m going to fuckin’ cum.” He moaned into me, and stood up straighter. My legs were hanging over his arms, his biceps bulged out as he held me still to fuck me harder. I clung to his ass with one hand as I grabbed my cock with my other one to jerk, watching his face.

“Do it.” I panted, gritting my teeth and taking the pounding. I leaned back, sensing the moment as I studied the look on him. I felt his hands grip me tighter, heard his breathing increase, saw his mouth open as his eyes bore down on me.

“Fuck Brian.” He groaned. “I do love fucking you!” He lifted his head as he said it and started to shake as he unloaded his cum into me. I held onto his bare ass, feeling it flex under my grip and felt my own juices shoot through me to the surface. I looked down as Frank shook out his remnants and saw my own load fly out of my dick up into the air. It landed on my abs between us, and Frank’s hand went right to it, scooping it up as more kept spilling from me and slurped it off his own fingers. I shot more out and then bucked against him as he wiped more off me and ate it. Then he leaned into me and kissed me deep, shoving his tongue into my mouth and feeding me my own cum. He gave a little thrust with his hips and I moaned at the feeling, as if he had one more drop to deposit into me.

“I do. I fucking love you.” He said before kissing me again.

I pulled my body up as he stepped back and exited my ass. I let out a groan, knowing that his cum was spilling from me. I watched his big naked body grab a cloth nearby and wipe tenderly at my ass before I jumped off the counter. We fumbled with our clothes, handing each other articles as we silently got dressed. I felt wet as I slipped my underwear back on, but equally satisfied that I had Frank’s big load deposited inside me.

I was done first and rested on the counter until he came over and leaned down to kiss me. “I have to marry Tracie. So I can’t stop you from having fun at school. Don’t hold back because of me.”

He sounded like my new Uncle Kirk, who told me practically the same thing. I started to wonder if I was any good at sex, and maybe these men were telling me to go experience more so that I could get better. I just smiled back at Frank, taking in his masculine face and knowing that I wasn’t going to be the one for him. He had Tracie now. And I was heading off to school.

I had no one. No Frank. No Uncle Kirk. No one.