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It has become love
Before Frank drove me to the sauna at home, he told me: "I have not recently discovered a nice little country hotel - what do you think of it?"
From my parents I had in the meantime already received the OK for the Kurztrip and so I already counted the days until Frank would pick me up.
I stood by the window with my bag in my room, waiting anxiously to discover Frank's car. When he finally rang I tried to climb down the stairs very casually, while my father was already opening the door. "Hello Frank," my father greeted him, "when will you bring Martin back?" "In four days you will have your gold back again." "Good to you both," my father said goodbye before we got into the car.
During our trip, I kept closing my eyes and tried to imagine what Frank had planned for surprises for me. It was afternoon when we arrived - a cute little hotel, which lay a little way behind a small grove. There were hardly any cars in the parking lot. At the front desk was already the key for us. On the first floor we entered a spacious room, which had a double bed with a sofa and an armchair with armrests. The large windows and the access to the balcony allowed a beautiful view of the lovely surroundings.
"Let us first change under the shower and clothes," Frank suggested and disappeared already in the bathroom. "You're the turn" sounded also shortly afterwards and Frank came with a bathrobe clad from the bath. Also I was finished with the shower in the shortest time and I grabbed the second bathrobe on the shelf.
Frank was waiting for me with two glasses of champagne in his hand. "We have not even really welcomed and pushed our time here". We all took a deep sip and put our glasses down again. Our bathrobes were tied loosely, and while we let our tongues dance in the mouth of the other, our bodies rubbed against each other. As if on command, we grabbed the other's nipples and twirled the nipples. Lust had already taken possession of us. My cock swelled to the full size in no time. Frank's excitement also made his tail swell, and I could feel him standing between my thighs. Frank threw a narrow pillow on the edge of the chair. "Sit down, Martin," Frank said. I slipped out of the sleeves and sat down - but to tilt right back to the back. Frank came up to me with a d****d bathrobe and opened my coat. My cock stickled bone-hard. He took my legs and laid them over the armrests. Then he pulled me by the waist on the edge, so I lay more on my back than I sat. That was too hot, Frank to present my fucking hole. The pose I was in was nothing else than "I belong to you - fuck me - take me - I want you" !! Expectantly, I let my sphincter twitch and licked me irritably over the lips. Yes - I was hot now and wanted to turn on Frank even more. Apparently I managed to do this effortlessly, because he jerked off his bathrobe and threw himself on the bed. Immediately I had withdrawn his foreskin and slipped my lips over his bare glans, from whose tip a drop of water was already pouring. He reached for my hard, also drew down the foreskin. Where and how quickly he got the gel on the palm, I do not know. In any case, he let my glans slide between the middle and the pointing finger while gently massaging my glans tip with my thumb. "Mmmmhhh - oh yes, Frank - oh yes - do not make it so exciting." "Can it be that you want me to take you right here and now, Martin?" He asked superfluously with a mocking wink after burying me first, then two fingers into my twitching ass.
"Goodness, yeahhh, Frank, do not let me wait any longer - it's been sooo long ago, ever since I had the last of your splendid cock in my ass - now make me finally and give it to me!" I looked Frank deeply in the eye. "Frank, your horny Fickkolben has become even more vital to me than eating and drinking - do not you see how much my hole needs it now?"
I let my sphincter quit provocatively. "Now give me your horny cock," I begged Frank.
At last he knelt down and pulled me along the hip, still further towards the edge. The chair was just right for us. Quickly he had gel on his cock and on my anus. Frank had hardly touched his glans tip, he was already pushing his horny tube all the way through my anus. I reached around his waist and pressed him to his buttocks firmly on me, to be able to actually take every inch of him into me. Frank let his pelvis rotate, snorting like a stallion. It was as crazy as his big cock rubbed against my skin. "Yyeeeaaahhhh - come my horny stallion and push me - firm - even stronger - yyeeaahhh, just like now - faster," I asked Frank. Always faster he drove his horny part into me. As best I could I came to his shocks. Our loud moans, groans and gasps filled the whole room. With my hand I jerked on my shaft in the same rhythm as our fuckrhythm, up and down. Frank wrapped my bag with his thumb and pointing finger and pulled it. He had exactly the right move, which caused a voluptuous, light pain and increased my excitement even further. When Frank began to play with my nipples, it had happened to me.
"I am ready - nnnoooowwww - Frank - my God - I ccuuuuuummmmm". A huge orgasm shook me through, while I hurled huge splashes into my hair and even to the back rest. With glassy eyes, Frank gasped at me.
"I am also ready - I cccum - nnooooowww". I felt like Frank exploded in me and pressed him with my hands firmly on me. His twitching tail stopped pumping. Frank had probably not previously sprayed as long as I did. He had injected a lot of sperm into my ass, that my hole swelled. The upper body of Frank sank to me, panting.
"Oh, my God, oh my God - was that beautiful - Martin - I love you!"
Frank was still inside me and I was looking for his lips. Thick tears of joy rolled over my cheeks, and we sank into an intimate tongue, which did not end at all.
"I love you, too, Frank - so much," I breathed into his ear, for I could not speak yet and pressed a kiss to his lips.
Frank and I were now a love couple - finally!
Fortune was perfect for me now.
What a wonderful weekend.
The next day passed with strolling in the nearby city. We had both bought a small silver chain with a sailing ship as a trailer. As a common sign and reminder of the sailing trip (in part one) where our relationship had begun. We put them together. In the meantime it was evening and Frank invited me to a nice, fine restaurant for a candlelight dinner. We sat somewhat shielded in a small corner. Shortly before the dessert he looked me deeply in the eyes and handed me a black, small flat parcel. "This is for you, Martin". Inside was a black ring, probably made of latex or caoutchouc of about 5 centimeters in diameter.
Again a surprise of Frank with which I first knew nothing to catch.
"What is that?" I asked him. "This is a cockring". "And what's the matter with it?" "It is pulled over tail and sack - this is of course best in shaved condition and by the slight constriction keeps your excitement just longer and you do not splash so quickly," he told me. Then I remembered that he was wearing a black cockring every now and then.
"I have to try it out right now when we are back in the hotel." I grinned at him. "That was exactly what I wanted," Frank grinned back.
In the hotel, we realized that our clothes had received the food smell from the restaurant. They had to ventilate. So I left the water in the tub and sat me in the warm water. Frank came in and had our black strings in his hand. In the other he held my new and his slightly larger Cockring. I had already started shaving my intimate region, while Frank moved out and sat down with me. He himself had had to shave before our trip. I had just finished, Frank began to play with his foot at my tail and with my naked eggs. I did the same to him and in a short time two "lighthouses" stood out of the water. He lifted me by the waist from the water and then pushed my cock first and then my balls one by one through the ring. The feeling was not unpleasant. Sack and penis root were now somewhat pinched, which made my cock swell even further. "Come out here, before we even swim." I wanted to give myself the bathrobe, but Frank said, "You do not need that now, the string is enough."
In the room were comfortable 26 degrees - Frank had previously raised the heating. Soft music sounded from the room and when I turned around, I realized that Frank was wearing his string. He also carried his cock ring underneath. His string could barely accommodate his hard cock. He came toward me until we were close. "Touching is allowed only to take off until we landed in the bed and can only touch our lips and tails," Frank stated as a "game rule". I was excited and excited what would follow. He came so close to me that our cocks could rub against each other through our strings. Expectantly I opened my lips, I felt like Frank already pushed his tongue on this invitation, pushed through. Not only us, but also our tongues were dancing now. Frank had directed me to bed by his movements and kisses. He pressed me gently on the bed. Suddenly I felt a soft cloth around each of my wrists. Then he spread my arms and tied each wrist to a bed post. Not too tight and not too loose - I could still move my arms. Frank raised my pelvis and pulled out my string. He folded his arms around his neck and took a hot strip in front of the large mirror cabinet. Frank had at least in my eyes a crisp body and looked with its middle fifty still bite. Grazely, he pulled to his string and the mailmate disappeared between his shaved buttocks, before he bent down to give me better insight and he let the string slide all the way down.
He knelt in the 69 position over me, put his glans in his mouth and then slipped his lips over my cock. We sucked each other until no blood fit in our cocks, so they stood bone-hard - my pain almost already.
"Now I'm off," said Frank. "Now I want your cock in the ass". He turned and pressed his anus on my glans. Frank let himself fall on my cock, which disappeared in its entire length in his ass. Then he began to ride on me, so that I could hear and see. With one hand I wanted to wank his cock, but that was not possible - I was fixed. I realized how powerless I was exposed to our lust. He had fallen into a wild gallop and I had trouble keeping pace with his pace. Then again, Frank slowed his pace clearly and I had opportunity to let my cock in Frank's ass rotate.
"Mmmmmhhhhh - Martin, you're right - this is horny and indeed the most beautiful way to be fucked - the absolute madness, from now on, we'll just fuck each other in this way - promised?"
I was speechless and could only nod.
Frank had again taken the initiative and had my cock completely incorporated. He had stood up and leaned back against my calves. Without leaving my cock even a centimeter from his ass, he pushed his cymbals as far as it went forward and as far as it went back again - again and again.
"Boah, that's cool, Frank".
Frank, too, continued to move upwards in the load scale with every forward movement of his basin. Every time he blew out, like a tuba player. The volume of the noise we caused had long ago been no longer important to us. Our wheezing and moaning had to be heard far into the hall - especially when our bodies clapped so loudly on each other. If uninvited eavesdroppers should listen, how horny and passionate we were able to live out our lust. He embraced my neck and approached my mouth, but without kissing me. We let our tongues circle round each other. I feel like my eggs began to pull together and announce my orgasm and shortly thereafter I hunted a huge amount of my juice into his bowel with a heavy groaning. Even for Frank my lot was too much, because my juice ran along my shank on my sack and into my crack.
Frank had descended and saw my juice, which seeped in my cracked direction Anus. He licked his lips and his bouncing cock still stood as one.
I languished after this man. Whenever I close my eyes, even in retrospect, his naked body seems to me in front of the mental eye with this wonderfully hot, long, and fat lust-cock. It was a sight that kept my mouth watering. Frank embodied for me the pure happiness.
He lifted my legs and wanted to use my juice as a natural lubricant and came to my ass assally. He took my knees over his arms and let his balls clap on my buttocks. Slowly he penetrated me and let his basin circling at the lowest point. I smiled at him happily. Every time Frank pulled his cock out of my ass, he protested with a loud smack. Even without my encouragement Frank was faster again with his bumps, but without losing in intensity. We both enjoyed that because of the Cockrings now had a greater endurance than before and so a fuck could stretch. Nevertheless, we landed unexpectedly back on the finish line and strove to meet a common orgasm.
We fell asleep together.
The last days, except in bed, we spent long walks and talks about the future of our relationship. Over five months remained until my school graduation - this time until then belonged to our love, because we did not know if there would be a future for us beyond when I was studying and Frank did not marry his marriage To compromise.
With the knowledge of letting my life go-and the freedom associated with it, Frank left me at home.
-- End of the story ---
Before Frank drove me to the sauna at home, he told me: "I have not recently discovered a nice little country hotel - what do you think of it?"
From my parents I had in the meantime already received the OK for the Kurztrip and so I already counted the days until Frank would pick me up.
I stood by the window with my bag in my room, waiting anxiously to discover Frank's car. When he finally rang I tried to climb down the stairs very casually, while my father was already opening the door. "Hello Frank," my father greeted him, "when will you bring Martin back?" "In four days you will have your gold back again." "Good to you both," my father said goodbye before we got into the car.
During our trip, I kept closing my eyes and tried to imagine what Frank had planned for surprises for me. It was afternoon when we arrived - a cute little hotel, which lay a little way behind a small grove. There were hardly any cars in the parking lot. At the front desk was already the key for us. On the first floor we entered a spacious room, which had a double bed with a sofa and an armchair with armrests. The large windows and the access to the balcony allowed a beautiful view of the lovely surroundings.
"Let us first change under the shower and clothes," Frank suggested and disappeared already in the bathroom. "You're the turn" sounded also shortly afterwards and Frank came with a bathrobe clad from the bath. Also I was finished with the shower in the shortest time and I grabbed the second bathrobe on the shelf.
Frank was waiting for me with two glasses of champagne in his hand. "We have not even really welcomed and pushed our time here". We all took a deep sip and put our glasses down again. Our bathrobes were tied loosely, and while we let our tongues dance in the mouth of the other, our bodies rubbed against each other. As if on command, we grabbed the other's nipples and twirled the nipples. Lust had already taken possession of us. My cock swelled to the full size in no time. Frank's excitement also made his tail swell, and I could feel him standing between my thighs. Frank threw a narrow pillow on the edge of the chair. "Sit down, Martin," Frank said. I slipped out of the sleeves and sat down - but to tilt right back to the back. Frank came up to me with a d****d bathrobe and opened my coat. My cock stickled bone-hard. He took my legs and laid them over the armrests. Then he pulled me by the waist on the edge, so I lay more on my back than I sat. That was too hot, Frank to present my fucking hole. The pose I was in was nothing else than "I belong to you - fuck me - take me - I want you" !! Expectantly, I let my sphincter twitch and licked me irritably over the lips. Yes - I was hot now and wanted to turn on Frank even more. Apparently I managed to do this effortlessly, because he jerked off his bathrobe and threw himself on the bed. Immediately I had withdrawn his foreskin and slipped my lips over his bare glans, from whose tip a drop of water was already pouring. He reached for my hard, also drew down the foreskin. Where and how quickly he got the gel on the palm, I do not know. In any case, he let my glans slide between the middle and the pointing finger while gently massaging my glans tip with my thumb. "Mmmmhhh - oh yes, Frank - oh yes - do not make it so exciting." "Can it be that you want me to take you right here and now, Martin?" He asked superfluously with a mocking wink after burying me first, then two fingers into my twitching ass.
"Goodness, yeahhh, Frank, do not let me wait any longer - it's been sooo long ago, ever since I had the last of your splendid cock in my ass - now make me finally and give it to me!" I looked Frank deeply in the eye. "Frank, your horny Fickkolben has become even more vital to me than eating and drinking - do not you see how much my hole needs it now?"
I let my sphincter quit provocatively. "Now give me your horny cock," I begged Frank.
At last he knelt down and pulled me along the hip, still further towards the edge. The chair was just right for us. Quickly he had gel on his cock and on my anus. Frank had hardly touched his glans tip, he was already pushing his horny tube all the way through my anus. I reached around his waist and pressed him to his buttocks firmly on me, to be able to actually take every inch of him into me. Frank let his pelvis rotate, snorting like a stallion. It was as crazy as his big cock rubbed against my skin. "Yyeeeaaahhhh - come my horny stallion and push me - firm - even stronger - yyeeaahhh, just like now - faster," I asked Frank. Always faster he drove his horny part into me. As best I could I came to his shocks. Our loud moans, groans and gasps filled the whole room. With my hand I jerked on my shaft in the same rhythm as our fuckrhythm, up and down. Frank wrapped my bag with his thumb and pointing finger and pulled it. He had exactly the right move, which caused a voluptuous, light pain and increased my excitement even further. When Frank began to play with my nipples, it had happened to me.
"I am ready - nnnoooowwww - Frank - my God - I ccuuuuuummmmm". A huge orgasm shook me through, while I hurled huge splashes into my hair and even to the back rest. With glassy eyes, Frank gasped at me.
"I am also ready - I cccum - nnooooowww". I felt like Frank exploded in me and pressed him with my hands firmly on me. His twitching tail stopped pumping. Frank had probably not previously sprayed as long as I did. He had injected a lot of sperm into my ass, that my hole swelled. The upper body of Frank sank to me, panting.
"Oh, my God, oh my God - was that beautiful - Martin - I love you!"
Frank was still inside me and I was looking for his lips. Thick tears of joy rolled over my cheeks, and we sank into an intimate tongue, which did not end at all.
"I love you, too, Frank - so much," I breathed into his ear, for I could not speak yet and pressed a kiss to his lips.
Frank and I were now a love couple - finally!
Fortune was perfect for me now.
What a wonderful weekend.
The next day passed with strolling in the nearby city. We had both bought a small silver chain with a sailing ship as a trailer. As a common sign and reminder of the sailing trip (in part one) where our relationship had begun. We put them together. In the meantime it was evening and Frank invited me to a nice, fine restaurant for a candlelight dinner. We sat somewhat shielded in a small corner. Shortly before the dessert he looked me deeply in the eyes and handed me a black, small flat parcel. "This is for you, Martin". Inside was a black ring, probably made of latex or caoutchouc of about 5 centimeters in diameter.
Again a surprise of Frank with which I first knew nothing to catch.
"What is that?" I asked him. "This is a cockring". "And what's the matter with it?" "It is pulled over tail and sack - this is of course best in shaved condition and by the slight constriction keeps your excitement just longer and you do not splash so quickly," he told me. Then I remembered that he was wearing a black cockring every now and then.
"I have to try it out right now when we are back in the hotel." I grinned at him. "That was exactly what I wanted," Frank grinned back.
In the hotel, we realized that our clothes had received the food smell from the restaurant. They had to ventilate. So I left the water in the tub and sat me in the warm water. Frank came in and had our black strings in his hand. In the other he held my new and his slightly larger Cockring. I had already started shaving my intimate region, while Frank moved out and sat down with me. He himself had had to shave before our trip. I had just finished, Frank began to play with his foot at my tail and with my naked eggs. I did the same to him and in a short time two "lighthouses" stood out of the water. He lifted me by the waist from the water and then pushed my cock first and then my balls one by one through the ring. The feeling was not unpleasant. Sack and penis root were now somewhat pinched, which made my cock swell even further. "Come out here, before we even swim." I wanted to give myself the bathrobe, but Frank said, "You do not need that now, the string is enough."
In the room were comfortable 26 degrees - Frank had previously raised the heating. Soft music sounded from the room and when I turned around, I realized that Frank was wearing his string. He also carried his cock ring underneath. His string could barely accommodate his hard cock. He came toward me until we were close. "Touching is allowed only to take off until we landed in the bed and can only touch our lips and tails," Frank stated as a "game rule". I was excited and excited what would follow. He came so close to me that our cocks could rub against each other through our strings. Expectantly I opened my lips, I felt like Frank already pushed his tongue on this invitation, pushed through. Not only us, but also our tongues were dancing now. Frank had directed me to bed by his movements and kisses. He pressed me gently on the bed. Suddenly I felt a soft cloth around each of my wrists. Then he spread my arms and tied each wrist to a bed post. Not too tight and not too loose - I could still move my arms. Frank raised my pelvis and pulled out my string. He folded his arms around his neck and took a hot strip in front of the large mirror cabinet. Frank had at least in my eyes a crisp body and looked with its middle fifty still bite. Grazely, he pulled to his string and the mailmate disappeared between his shaved buttocks, before he bent down to give me better insight and he let the string slide all the way down.
He knelt in the 69 position over me, put his glans in his mouth and then slipped his lips over my cock. We sucked each other until no blood fit in our cocks, so they stood bone-hard - my pain almost already.
"Now I'm off," said Frank. "Now I want your cock in the ass". He turned and pressed his anus on my glans. Frank let himself fall on my cock, which disappeared in its entire length in his ass. Then he began to ride on me, so that I could hear and see. With one hand I wanted to wank his cock, but that was not possible - I was fixed. I realized how powerless I was exposed to our lust. He had fallen into a wild gallop and I had trouble keeping pace with his pace. Then again, Frank slowed his pace clearly and I had opportunity to let my cock in Frank's ass rotate.
"Mmmmmhhhhh - Martin, you're right - this is horny and indeed the most beautiful way to be fucked - the absolute madness, from now on, we'll just fuck each other in this way - promised?"
I was speechless and could only nod.
Frank had again taken the initiative and had my cock completely incorporated. He had stood up and leaned back against my calves. Without leaving my cock even a centimeter from his ass, he pushed his cymbals as far as it went forward and as far as it went back again - again and again.
"Boah, that's cool, Frank".
Frank, too, continued to move upwards in the load scale with every forward movement of his basin. Every time he blew out, like a tuba player. The volume of the noise we caused had long ago been no longer important to us. Our wheezing and moaning had to be heard far into the hall - especially when our bodies clapped so loudly on each other. If uninvited eavesdroppers should listen, how horny and passionate we were able to live out our lust. He embraced my neck and approached my mouth, but without kissing me. We let our tongues circle round each other. I feel like my eggs began to pull together and announce my orgasm and shortly thereafter I hunted a huge amount of my juice into his bowel with a heavy groaning. Even for Frank my lot was too much, because my juice ran along my shank on my sack and into my crack.
Frank had descended and saw my juice, which seeped in my cracked direction Anus. He licked his lips and his bouncing cock still stood as one.
I languished after this man. Whenever I close my eyes, even in retrospect, his naked body seems to me in front of the mental eye with this wonderfully hot, long, and fat lust-cock. It was a sight that kept my mouth watering. Frank embodied for me the pure happiness.
He lifted my legs and wanted to use my juice as a natural lubricant and came to my ass assally. He took my knees over his arms and let his balls clap on my buttocks. Slowly he penetrated me and let his basin circling at the lowest point. I smiled at him happily. Every time Frank pulled his cock out of my ass, he protested with a loud smack. Even without my encouragement Frank was faster again with his bumps, but without losing in intensity. We both enjoyed that because of the Cockrings now had a greater endurance than before and so a fuck could stretch. Nevertheless, we landed unexpectedly back on the finish line and strove to meet a common orgasm.
We fell asleep together.
The last days, except in bed, we spent long walks and talks about the future of our relationship. Over five months remained until my school graduation - this time until then belonged to our love, because we did not know if there would be a future for us beyond when I was studying and Frank did not marry his marriage To compromise.
With the knowledge of letting my life go-and the freedom associated with it, Frank left me at home.
-- End of the story ---
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