As if in a daze, he looked over at the naked male body standing before him. He stared closely at Frank, seeing a small scar running along his slightly hairy chest. His six pack abdominals was probably closer to a four pack, with a small, cute belly forming just below. His arms were well muscled, with a small black and blue mark near an elbow. Frank’s penis was cut, and by the slant of the scar, it was obvious that the doctor did an okay job. But in truth, by the sight of the looming erection and a pearly drop forming at the tip, it was obvious that everything was functioning quite well. And Frank’s cock was maybe seven inches at best, Ed estimated. And Ed relished in the knowledge that this nude man who was about to offer himself was perfectly imperfect, and absolutely real.
“Is something wrong,” a self-conscious Frank asked.
“Not a damn thing,” Ed announced, as Frank grabbed his hand and let him to the bedroom.
Falling onto each other, Ed and Frank found themselves simply hugging, pushing their bare chests and groins against each other, feeling their warmth, sensing their heats pounding.
Their mouths met, and their tongues hungrily explored the new territories opened before them. Ed sucked in Frank’s lower lip and enjoyed the fleshy puffiness of the skin. Meanwhile, Frank pulled back and nuzzled his face into Ed’s neck, alternately kissing and licking the now sweaty skin. Ed breathed in deeply, enjoying Frank’s manly sweat, a combination of salt covered by some sort of woody aftershave. Ed moved lower, hovering over Frank’s chest and zeroed in on the small scar, kissing it and savoring the imperfection of the line. Down to the nipples and the short tufts of hair nearby, Ed kissed and licked and sucked as he went. A few hurried moments later found Ed’s face hovering over Frank’s groin, as Frank lay on his back on the bed, looking up towards Ed’s hardening cock hovering above.
Ed moved his head down to take up Frank’s cock while lowering his hips allowing Frank to take him. Ed breathed in deeply, savoring Frank’s male smell, slightly sweaty and pungent, but very, very real. The sucking began and the guys went ahead full throttle, sucking as much cock as they could get into their mouths, their lips clamped tight to ensure the best results possible. Ed bobbed frantically, hungry for the taste of the man meat before him. He felt his body pulse with the electricity of an approaching orgasm.
Frank meanwhile was going through the same feelings, enjoying the cock in his mouth, allowing his tongue to expertly service his new partner. And the surge deep within his loins was rising quickly, forcing him to disengage from Ed. “I don’t want to cum quite yet, Ed. I need a fuck.”
“You want to have my ass?” Ed asked, sitting up, his reddened cock throbbing, shiny and wet in his hands as he played with himself to keep up his erection.
Frank shrugged. I don’t care, to be honest. Whoever fucks first gets fucked right after that,” Frank suggested, as he leaned over towards his night stand and pulled out a condom and a small bottle of lube. “Take me first, hot stuff.” He then tossed the condom to Ed as he opened the lube and put some on his fingers before shoving some into his waiting hole and added a little on his crack for good measure.
Ed grinned, eager to have Frank’s sweet and round warm fleshy ass. As they maneuvered, Frank got onto his knees, offering his ass doggie style to Ed, who already moved into position as well. Hanging on to Frank’s hips, Ed moved closer, guiding his cock head towards the entry in front of him. With a small push, Ed went in, and Frank yelped just a little.
“Sorry, man,” Ed offered, as he waited for Frank’s ass to get use to the new visitor inside.
Ed gently rubbed Franks hips and then began to pump again, moving his own hips forward and back, beginning his pumping action and going a little bit deeper with each thrust.
“Oh yeah, oh yeah Ed. Do it. Do it. Fuck me, fuck me, oh yeah,” Frank moaned, responding to the action he was receiving.
And Ed loved it. He loved the responses that Frank offered, and he loved the feeling of the hot moist tunnel clenching down on his throbbing cock. He was so close to cumming, and wanted to cum right away, but he tried to keep his mind occupied, to allow this experience to last as long as possible. He playfully slapped Frank’s ass cheeks, enjoying the sounds and grimaces coming out of Frank’s mouth with each assault.
But Frank was feeling too good, enjoying the pressure he was feeling on his love button, and knew that he was about to spew. He hoped that he wouldn’t cum so that he would have the energy and stamina to fuck Ed in return. But he lost all control, and felt his body begin to twitch and quake as his cock let lose its stream of cum out in front of him onto the bed. His body, clenching and shaking, clamped down on Ed’s cock which was buried inside of him. And that sent Ed over the edge.
Ed was treasuring the experience. He bathed in the scents and actions of Frank, noticing and enjoying every twitch and pulse and grunt and groan that he heard and endured. Then his cream rose from deep inside of his balls and shot forth through his throbbing and pulsating cock, pouring into the condom he was wearing. Slamming a couple of times forward into Frank, the rush of his orgasm seemed to go on and on. He looked down at his own sweaty chest and further towards Franks shiny, perspiring back. Ed couldn’t help himself when he leaned forward and kissed the glistening back before him, pecking and licking the sweaty skin in appreciation of this marvelous and amazing experience.
It wasn’t long before the two exhausted men were laying naked in bed, side by side, bare hips leaning up against each other. Frank and Ed simultaneously turned their heads to face each other, grinning contentedly.
“Forgive me if I can no longer fuck you in return,” Frank sadly admitted.
Ed couldn’t have been happier. “It is only an excuse for me to return again, right?”
The room remained silent, not a sound could be heard but for heavy breathing which calmed to a regular pace. And the room reeked of sex and sweat and human lovemaking.
“Stay?” Frank cautiously inquired.
Ed grinned from ear to ear. “Frank, you couldn’t get me out of this bed with a bolt of lightning!”
The next morning. Ed and Frank took turns showering and washing up. Frank provided Ed with an extra toothbrush and a disposable shave pack that he kept for emergencies. The two hustled to get ready, having woken up a bit later than they hoped for and got through the slight turmoil of having to share the small bathroom. But they made it out the door and hurriedly walked down the street until they turned into the corner coffee shop to grab something hot before heading off to their respective offices.
“I can so go for a hot latte today. How about you, Ed,” Frank offered.
Ed, usually an avid coffee drinker, found himself repulsed by the thought of having a coffee, his brain immediately filled with the image of Hugh. “NO! Tea please!” he blurted out sharply, momentarily surprising Frank by his sharp reaction.
And with their hot drinks in hand, Ed and Frank parted company, with a quick hug and gentle kiss, and headed off in their own directions.
Ed’s day flew by in a blur. Work went well but he was constantly interrupted by the ding of his cell phone as he received quick notes from Frank. The messages were either about their wonderful evening, or some lewd joke, or the anticipation their next tryst. And of course, Ed had to respond, with his own dirty thoughts or sharing thanks for the wonderful night they shared together. They also shared their thoughts as to when they could get together again, which would have to wait a couple of days, based on their schedules.
By 5:30, Ed was walking into his house, his sense of delight shattering as thoughts of the uncontrollable Hugh began to fill his mind.
“You never came home last night Edward,” a stone cold Hugh commented from the kitchen chair where he sat.
“I assumed you would be out as well, since you’ve done that all week,” Ed replied in response, looking closely over at Hugh.
“I came home early, hoping to find you here,” Hugh replied, moving his hand away from his left brow and revealing a small gash in his skin, exposing his metallic under covering.
Ed’s eyes widened at the damage on Hugh’s brow and then noticed a mark on Hugh’s left arm as well. “Lift the left sleeve of shirt some, Hugh. Is there damage there also?”
Hugh looked away. “Last night I was in a fight. The guy dropped his pants but then changed his mind and wouldn’t let me fuck him, but I did anyway. He gave me a struggle, but I left before anyone saw any damage,” Hugh calmly explained as he held up his sleeve, revealing a much larger gash in his skin material.
“Damn Hugh, that gash over your left brow is going to open wider, and the one on your left arm is already several inches wide,” Ed observed.
“I tried to replace the skin damage but when I went into the basement to your work area, I didn’t find any replacement skin patches,” Hugh commented, sounding a little annoyed.
“That’s right, Hugh, I figured that if you didn’t want to follow our rules and you wanted to go out fucking every night, then you could probably want to take care of yourself. So I never got around to working on some new replacement patches. So maybe you do need me, huh?” Ed asked with a bemused face.
With Hugh’s following silence, Ed assumed that the conversation was over for the moment. He went into the living room and turned on the television, not quite ready to have dinner yet. He sat down and flicked the channels with the remote, looking for some local news.
“So you found someone else, Edward? And now you are abandoning me?” Hugh asked as he entered the room.
“Yes, Hugh. When you made it clear that you no longer needed me, I was hurt to be honest, but I was lucky enough to find a really nice guy,” Ed explained, his eyes on the television as they began to discuss a local killing.
The newscaster gave his report: ‘The body of 25 year old Terence Franks was found outside in the alley behind the Prometheus night club, an establishment known for its mostly gay clientele. Initial reports from the coroner’s office indicate that the death occurred as the result of some long shaft or stick thrust up the victim’s anus and piercing his lower abdomen and nearby organs. The loss of blood was the proximate cause of death. Investigators are busily contacting possible witnesses who may be able to help identify the killer.’
Ed went numb with the news, his stomach turning into stone at the thought of who probably committed the murder, as he turned his head towards Hugh.
“It was not meant to happen,” Hugh began. “Yes, we were in the alley and he wanted me to fuck him, but then he decided that he wanted to fuck me, and he began to struggle. I advised him to stop until I was done and able to disengage, but when he forcibly pushed back against me and shoved me into a wall, my hydraulics went into overdrive and over-compensated, and my penis expanded involuntarily when it took on too much of the lubricating fluid.”
Ed was getting nauseous at the images racing through his head. “You ripped him apart, you monster!” Ed cried out, rising to take a step back away from the approaching creature he had produced.
“You should have never left me, Ed. This is your fault.”
“How dare you blame me, Hugh! This is your doing. Do you understand that,” Ed said, his hands coming to his front as Hugh stepped closer.
“I need you, Edward,” Hugh cried out, trying to grab at Ed.
Ed instinctively pushed his right hand outward, poking Hugh over his left eye, scratching the loose latex and silicone skin and tearing it further. Ed could see the awful results of his blow; the ripped skin flap at the brow which exposed Hugh’s laser guided red eye socket, with wires protruding from the edges.
“Stay away from me, Hugh. Stand back!” Ed shouted.
But Hugh moved ever ahead. “Ed, Ed!” he cried out. “I need you. I want you. I need you, please,” Hugh pleaded, reaching out and tightly grabbing Ed by his left shoulder, squeezing tightly making Ed grimace in pain. But with his free arm, Ed picked up a small metal statue sitting on a nearby table and boldly took a swing at Hugh. Ed hit Hugh on the right side of his chest, swiping down, as if it was a knife, but it wasn’t sharp enough to do any real damage. It tore some of Hugh’s surface skin, that thin layer of latex and silicone.
“Please do not fight me, Edward,” Hugh called out, his voice volume rising, as he was bearing down on Ed. Ed in his defense, despite having both his shoulders clamped tightly in Hugh’s vicelike grip, pawed at Hugh’s shirt, but was only able to rip it. “No, no!” Hugh added.