Quite Frankly

Spending a Night at a Hotel

It was one of those hot days towards the end of August that you get used to in Ontario, where the humidity was so intense you started sweating the moment you stepped outside. After working outside all summer, I was getting used to it. And loving the view as guys walked around the neighbourhoods, shirtless, showing off their upper bodies, or in shorts showing off their legs. I loved the summers for all the skin it showed, especially as hunky “Dads” worked around their houses in just shorts, or athletic jock types walked around in sandals and flip flops. Put a guy in that and a tank top and my dick is hard just looking. Summer was something to enjoy, and something I would never tire of, especially working for a landscaping company and wearing mirrored sunglasses.

I had my sleeves rolled up over my shoulders on this day, nearing the end of the summer and just before I was heading off to my first year at university. I was dark from the sun, and my 5 foot 3-and-a-half-inch frame was lean and trim, with a bit of muscle starting to show in my arms after having used them all summer. Frank had commented on them the last time he fucked me, before he flexed his and made me drool. He had big arms. Hell, he had big everything. All 6’3” of him was big.

I was thinking about him as I moved along the tree line – his practically shaved head making him look even meaner and masculine, all 250 solid pounds of him. The new scruff he had on his face this week made him look even scarier. And sexier. The way his eyebrows furrowed over his eyes. He had that mean look about him constantly, like he was going to beat someone up or scream at someone. But I knew the other side of him. The side that went wild with me. The side that softened when he slid into me. The side that whispered in my ear that he loved me.

I was meeting up with Frank about once a week now, sometimes staying late in the shop after work if he knew everyone was leaving so he could fuck me in his office. Or giving me last-minute notices that his place was free for a bit and he would whisk me to his place to fuck me there. Each time was hot, each time was intense, each time was so satisfying, but each time was fast. And each time left me wanting Frank more and more. My infatuation with an older, muscular man was being fulfilled yet again. I still missed my new Uncle Kirk. But Frank was the perfect replacement and he was certainly giving me what I needed even if they were quick fevered fucks.

On this super humid day towards the end of August, I found myself staring at every guy I came across, noticing guys walking by, guys in their yards, guys driving along. I noticed more guys giving me sideways glances, or doing double takes. Maybe I was starting to look like someone tasty or even fuckable. Or maybe I was just finally starting to let myself notice guys.

I was pretty quiet on my ride back to the shop. We were missing a guy on our crew, so Jeff was incessantly talking to Danny in the back. Danny was another friend’s son of someone Jim knew and was your typical 18 year old jock. Every other word out of his mouth was ‘fuck.”

“That’s fuckin’ BS. No fuckin’ way should they be digging through your fuckin’ shit man.” Danny said from the back, commenting on how Jeff’s parents found his stash of weed in his bedroom. Danny had the look of a stoner: long stringy hair, skinny as hell, gaunt almost, and wearing black even in this heat. He was the most unattractive guy I had ever seen.

“Right?!” Jeff exclaimed from the front. “They went through my shit. In my room.”

“Fuck them.” Danny said, leaning his blonde head back and closed his eyes.

It was these types of conversations that made me laugh on the inside. The budding teens and their disrespect for their parents. Both of them had two parents. Well, so did I technically, but my mother was barely a mother to me, and Walt was certainly no father. That’s why I connected so quickly to Walt’s brother Kirk. He was a great uncle. Would be an even better dad. If only Frank was my father.

I pictured Frank waiting for me at the shop, all scruffy now with the start of a beard, in his blue work company tee that stretches across his barrel chest, the arms straining to surround his biceps. Those dark eyes of his always scanning the garage now for me, as if seeking me out. And the way he looked at me.

I noticed his truck parked where it usually was as I pulled in, my eyes now doing the seeking as I parked and started to unload with Danny. Jeff hovered around the door, pretending to fiddle with things until Danny and I started to empty the gear before he mumbled a good night and headed to his vehicle. I could see the light on in the back office, and heard voices and laughter. Frank wasn’t alone.

I waved to Danny as he started to drift off, hearing a low “fuck man” as he sauntered to his car, leaving me to slam the tailgate loudly, as our usual signal, to let Frank know I was here.

I waited, but didn’t see immediate movement. I hesitated, unsure of who was in there with him in the office and started to head towards it when he appeared in the doorway to look out. I felt my insides light up seeing his face, the perpetual scowl of a tough guy that automatically softened whenever he looked at me. As soon as he saw me, his eyes widened and his face spread into a smile. My insides flipped immediately and I felt my crotch stir just at the sight of my beefy boss.

“Give me a minute.” He said into his office and he shut the door and took a few steps towards me. I noticed his arms right away, looking big as he shoved his hands in his pockets. “All done?” He said gruffly to me, giving me that half smile. He was sporting an almost goatee with his current look, dark stubble shadowing the rest of his face as the moustache and chin area seemed to be filling in more.

I nodded. “Guests?” I said, nodding toward the office.

He sort of scrunched his face and turned a bit to the door before looking back at me. “Yeah. Old buddies dropped in. So I can’t do anything right now….”

I gave that handsome man a big smile, seeing him squirm. I could tell he wanted to do something with me, but was not able and it made me want him more. “It’s okay Frank. No worries.”

“Can I meet you later?” His eyebrows raised, creasing his forehead. “I’ll make it up to you. Maybe grab a hotel room for us if you can plan to stay out?” He eyed me sideways, letting his shoulders raise to his full height as he stood tall, all 6’3” of him now a solid slab in front of my eyes.

I inhaled, feeling my dick answer for me. “Sure. What time and where.”

He snorted through his nose and then cleared his throat. “Meet me at the Tim’s for 9 if that’s okay. I’ll have everything arranged by then. Wear something I can rip off you.”

I let out a snort this time, catching his gaze and nodding. “Okay. Sounds good.” I was already mentally coming up with an excuse to be out all night. Knowing I would be able to spend a whole night with him was enticing, and was making me hard already.

“I can’t wait to be inside you.” He said under his breath before he turned to go back to the office. I could hear a couple voices inside as he went back, giving me one last quick look that left with me with such hunger for this man. What was he doing to me?

I showered and scrubbed and prepped like never before, making sure I was ripe for the picking tonight. I told my mom I was staying over at a friends, and she never batted an eye. I slipped out just before 9 to head to the Tim Horton’s coffee shop around the corner where Frank and I had met before, with an overnight bag. I threw on an old tee and a pair of workout shorts that covered up an old pair of underwear too. If Frank really did want to rip off clothes, I was ready for him.

I walked to the Tim’s and scanned the seating area but didn’t spot him. I ordered a coffee and plopped down, eyeing the door and waited. There were a few old guys in there, and a man and a woman at the far end of the place, sitting near a group of teens hanging out. I looked to the other side of the small area and noticed two guys sitting together talking over coffee. I could see the one guy facing me, a married dad by the looks of him, nice features, great tan, steel blue eyes and big arms. The back of the other guy was facing me, but they both looked like big dudes, former athletes maybe, or something authoritarian. I kept looking over at the one guy, struck by how hot he was and the dark hair on his arms. He had nice thick arms, muscular from the looks of him. My eyes kept flicking back over, watching him lift his coffee to his lips, a nice pair of thick ones on a clean-shaven face. His jaw was square, his eyebrows thick and arched over those blue eyes. He had thick dark hair that was cut short on the sides, and a bit longer on the top, perfectly combed to one side. I took a sip of my coffee and stared, thinking he was just as hot as Frank when those blue eyes flicked over to me.

I looked away quickly feeling like I was caught doing something I shouldn’t, and shuffled in my seat. After a minute, I looked back at him as he talked again with his buddy. Then his eyes shot over at me again and I blushed and looked down. I could feel my heart pumping as I raised my eyes again and waited for him to look at me. And each time I looked at him, his eyes would catch mine in my stare.

I started to feel awkward, not being able to look away from him, but getting caught each time I did. It became almost a game, to see if I could look at him without him catching me. But each time I couldn’t resist and looked over, he looked immediately right back at me. And then he smiled at me, letting his lips part slightly in a lustful grin. At least, it looked lustful to me.

I held the stare a bit too long and his smile grew wider, making him sit back in his chair and give me a bit of a show, at least, that’s how it looked. He was wearing a V-neck shirt that showcased a pair of round pecs, smooth from the looks of it which was a contrast from his arms. Then he lifted both hands and put them behind his head, bending his arms and showing off his biceps. He didn’t look at me as he did it, but rather knew I would be staring at him as he talked to the guy in front of him. I got lost in that pose, both biceps flexed big for me, his lats puffed out under his shirt and angling down to his trim waist. I outright stared, my mouth sort of hanging open in pure desire. So when his eyes moved over to catch me in my gaze yet again, I sat up straight in surprise, making him give a small laugh and lean forward towards his friend but raising an eye at me.

“Hey.” I heard on the other side, Frank’s deep voice snapping me out of my frozen glare at the hunky dad. I turned quickly, to see the equally hunky Frank at my side, standing over me. “You ready?”

Frank seemed so large next to me, wearing a polo shirt and jeans, smelling of cologne. His big hand patted my back and I stood up, pulling the overnight bag over my shoulder as Frank turned to head to the door. I gave a glance back at the stud and noticed he was watching me. He gave me a wink which made my heart flutter. I felt my face going red, and nodded back to him with a grin and turned to follow Frank’s perfect ass in his jeans out the door.

The hotel wasn’t far, a familiar chain along the highway about ten minutes from the Tim’s. I didn’t say much, just sat looking sideways at Frank, thinking about how hot he was, how macho he seemed. And yet here he was taking me, a small boy of only 19 to a hotel to have sex with. After all the men I’d had at such an early age, I started to think that this was the norm – married guys sneaking off to plow a young boy’s ass. Especially after seeing the hot dad at the Tim Horton’s. I wondered if I would be able to lure anyone in at his rate.

“You okay to sleep over?” He asked with a little grin to me as he pulled into the hotel driveway.

I nodded, taking in the thickness of his thighs spread in the driver’s seat. “Yeah. I told my mom and Walt I was staying the night at a friends cause we were drinking.”

“You’ll be drinking alright.” Frank winked at me. “I got a nice load for you.”

I felt myself blushing at this, even though I loved it when he talked like this. I was starting to love it a lot.

Frank patted my leg as we parked. “Come on hotstuff. Let’s get you to the room and naked.”

I felt my dick growing already as I followed Frank’s big body through the hotel lobby and to the elevator. We acted casually, no one giving us a second glance, until we were inside the elevator and the doors closed. Frank came at me, cornering me against the mirrored glass, pressing that huge physique of his into me and kissing me deeply with a low growl.

“I can’t wait to be inside that tight little ass again.” His hands reached behind me, cupping my cheeks as he pushed his crotch into me. I could feel his cock already, thick and hard in his jeans. He pulled away from me as the elevator bumped to a stop and he looked at the numbers. “Here we are.”

As we walked down the hallway, I followed that meaty ass of his again down the quiet carpeted hallway. His ass looked scrumptious in front of me, his thick hand hanging at his side. I found my hand slipping into it, making him look down at me in surprise. But he didn’t pull away, just squeezed his hand around mine with a grin, softening those bouncer like features on his face.

He stopped in front of a room and used the key card to open the door and held it open for me. Inside, the lights were off, save for one by the bed. Frank had already been in the room, prepping it. I could see his bag off to the side. As we stepped into the room, there was already music playing, and a bottle of oil and lube on the night table.

“It’s all ready for you.” His deep voice said quietly as he shut and bolted the door behind us.

When I turned around I could already make out the large bulge going sideways in his pants. My hand went instinctively to it, and he bent down to kiss me as he walked me backwards into the room. Our breathing increased the more we kissed, and his cock grew even more in my hand, straining against the material to be released. I was hungry for his dick, hungry for him, just…hungry.

I stopped him near the end of the bed and broke away from the kiss, looking up at him as I knelt in front of him and tugged at his jeans. His big cock was like a lead pipe in his pants and he let out a groan as I opened up his fly and pulled his underwear down over it. It popped out, smacking the side of my face lightly. I could smell him, all man, and I immediately opened up and started to taste him. My eyes went upward as I swallowed him down, seeing my boss staring down at me with that handsome grin. His hand went to my head lightly, caressing me as I bobbed on his dick. He let out a low, deep moan as he licked his lips and let me feast on him for awhile, until I felt his fingers tighten on my hair and his moan grew.

“C’mere.” He groaned and pulled me up under my arms to kiss him again. He pushed his body into mine and walked me toward the end of the bed, pushing me backwards on it. I kicked off my flipflops as I felt his big hands on my legs, gliding up underneath my loose shorts as he crawled forward. His mouth was everywhere, kissing, licking, as his big hands felt around my ass, then around to my front underneath the material. I stretched out underneath him, watching him move. He was just as hungry as I was.

“Rip away.” I mumbled as his hands came out of my shorts and slid up my flat stomach. Frank grunted something and then went up on his knees over me, pinning me between his jean-covered legs and he grabbed my shirt. In one swift movement, he grabbed my shirt at the collar and pulled it apart. I could hear the seams splitting as he stripped it from my body, seemingly tearing it in half with little effort. I let out a small gasp as he tossed the shredded shirt sideways and slapped my chest with his hands, kneading me and pressing me into the bed. Then he flipped me over onto my stomach and pulled my shorts off me roughly, underwear and all.

I was completely naked, rubbing my crotch into the bed as I felt his hands cup my ass and his face dove into the crack of my ass. I groaned into the bed as I felt his thick tongue dive into me, spitting and licking as I squirmed. I peered over my right shoulder to see his head buried in my ass as he sat behind me. I could see his cock, pointing at me, hanging straight out of his jeans.

And then he moved up my body, licking my entire back upwards to my neck and I felt his weight on me.

“I want to fuck you right now.” He whispered in my ear as I felt his bare cock against my back, grinding between my cheeks.

I was breathing heavily, trying to turn my face to his. Bu this mouth was everywhere – my shoulders, my back, my neck, my ears. He didn’t stop moving as he rubbed his cock up and down my ass, poking at me, dying to get in.

I grabbed his wrist beside me and he hooked his other arm around my neck. Both legs went around me, squeezing my ass together as I felt his dick digging in. Then he released me for a moment and sat up. I turned to see him drop a wad of spit onto my ass and he slapped his own cock against my bubble butt. He saw me look, and he grinned.

“You ready for this?” He said, slapping his cock again on my ass.

I nodded, and watched him push it between my butt and lean forward, guiding it to my hole.

I sucked in air quickly as he found the spot and started to squeeze it in. I clutched the sheets, not quite as ready as I thought I was for this sudden invasion. But I kept watching him, seeing his arms bulging in his polo shirt, feeling the zipper from his jeans against my skin. With his knees on either side of me, it felt like he was trying to slide into the tightest entrance ever. It must have felt good to him as he groaned with each inch pressing into me. I held my breath and tried to push out to let him in, and in one blinding light of pain he popped in and rammed into me all the way.

I screamed into the pillow as he mounted me more, letting his cock throb inside me as he held himself over me, not moving.

“Holy fuck Brian,” he moaned near my ear as my face remained buried into the pillow. “Such a tight little ass.” He shifted slightly and I groaned more. Frank’s hands found my shoulders and he pushed me down as he propped himself up and started to rock gently in me. Just the pressure of him made me moan more as he moved ever so slightly in and out of my stretched open hole.

I let out a series of “oh fucks” as he started, until the feeling of pain subsided and I started to relax into it. Frank sensed the subsiding tension in me and he lowered his body onto me, sliding one arm under my neck and pulling me backwards into him. His mouth was at my ear and he shushed me softly, kissing the sides of my sweaty face as he started to hump me.

With each thrust I grunted, loving the feeling of him on me, and now enjoying the sensation of him in me. I held onto his hand beside me on the bed and arched more, taking his dick further and hearing the sounds of satisfaction in his deep voice as he whispered in my ear. I craned my neck around to finally find his mouth and kissed him, making him fuck me harder.

“Holy shit, this is gonna be a quick one,” He muttered as we kissed, slamming into me. I squeezed my ass together more as he had me between his legs, making him grip me tighter around the neck and pull me backwards more. I was being pulled backwards as he drilled my ass, holding my face next to his. Our cheeks were touching as I listened to him panting, my eyes trying to see his face as he announced he was going to breed my ass.

“Yeah do it Frank. Fuck me!” I yelled breathlessly as he held me in his grip. He grunted louder, clamping his mouth down on my neck as I felt the zipper from his jeans rubbing against the outside of my ass. He was pounding me deep, making sure I felt every thick inch of his big cock. I groaned with him, letting my head drop down as he slowed down.

“Oh fuck yeah.” He grunted. “You ready for it baby. Ready for my load?” His arm squeezed tighter around my neck as he loudly groaned, slamming that big rod into me hard and holding it there as he unloaded inside me. I actually FELT his cum squirt out, splashing my inner walls and making me shake. I reached down between my own legs and grabbed my cock, feeling that sudden punch in me.

Frank rocked back and slammed into me again hard, holding me against him to release more of his liquid in me as I felt my own rising.

“You’re gonna make me cum!” I moaned, feeling him slide out slowly only to be shoved back in hard for more cum. Frank’s arms were around me tight, and I was practically being pulled backwards up off the bed as he leaned back. I held onto my cock and jerked hard as he seemed to lift me up and back, hitting that spot that makes you go “WOA” and I let my own cum fly.

I watched the glob of white cream launch from me, seemingly floating up into midair as I lifted my chin to groan in satisfaction as I watched it land before me on the sheets. Frank fucked the rest out of me, thrusting into me to make sure every last drop was out of him, and out of me.

He pulled out, still completely hard and thick, and smacked my ass with his big cock. I turned to watch him, sitting there on his heels with his jeans spread open wide, his blue polo shirt still on and his big cock slick with his cum banging against my butt cheeks. His eyes lifted and saw me looking at him and he grinned, letting his still hard cock stick out from his jeans as he shifted off the bed and walked towards the bag he brought.

I couldn’t help but stare at his meaty dick, hanging out over his jeans as he walked around. Frank looked just as sexy fucking me with his clothes on as he did fucking me with them off. He was just all man no matter what he had on, or had off.

“Here.” He said, lifting up a small gift bag. “I got you something for later.” He held it out to me, and I rolled off the bed to snatch it from him. I felt like his kid, handing me a present. I glanced up at him, but his look wasn’t fatherly. It was something more.

He bent down to kiss me, and our bodies pressed together, his cock still pretty hard against my stomach as I felt his ass through his jeans. I broke away and peered inside the bag.

“Not sure if you’ll like it.” He said, sitting down on the bed and pushing his jeans down to his ankles, pulling them off along with his boots and socks. As he peeled off his shirt, my eyes darted from his now hunky naked muscular body to the small light bag in my hand. Frank tugged at his softening cock and watched me open up the present.

I pulled out a pair of red lace silk panties.