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Gerard’s POV

So that’s exactly what I did. I followed Frank up the creaky staircase to a dusty bedroom. Glass was spread across the floor from a broken window which Frank was looking out of, so his back was to me.

I crept up behind him and undid his belt buckle and pulled him away from the window which looked out on the trees behind the house. I knew I could pull this off; Frank would never complain about sex with me. I know he enjoys it. He always gives in to me easily and today was no different. He willingly turned to face me as I knelt down, pulling his soft cock out and placing it on my salivating tongue and I clasped it between my lips.

I knew words weren’t going to fix his problems so maybe this would do the trick.
I reached up and tugged on the back pockets of his jeans as he swayed back and forward, cock gliding back and forward inside my mouth. He could feel my fingers on his ass, inside his pockets and his cock pricked up towards my jaw.

I clasped my lips tighter around his ever hardening dick and he began to let out tiny moans. The words “Suck it, Gerard” we still going around in my head and they only made me harder and hungrier for my little man.

I paused for a second as Frank repositioned himself and sat on the bed in the centre of the room, his hard-on pointed towards the ceiling. I moved over towards him, still down on my knees and motioned my hand up and down his wet member.

I got up off my knees and rolled him over on the bed, so that his back was facing me. I yanked off his jeans and he could tell where this was going so got onto all-fours on top of the sheets which remained on the long-abandoned bed. I went in and pulled my already hard cock out, pointing it to Frank’s ass. Frank let out a hiss as I touched the tip to his entrance. I attempted to push my way in, but to no avail.

“Man, Frankie, you’re so tight,” I complained.

“Whose fault’s that, well? Somebody hasn’t been round in a while...” Frank got back at me.

I pulled his cheeks apart and stuck one of my fingers inside of him. I could feel Frank clenching around it and that sent me overboard. I slowly inserted a second finger in and began scissoring, attempting to widen the passage for something more. He continued to let out hot moans and I got harder and wetter.

I knew I was ready. I pulled my fingers out of his ass and replaced them with a hungry cock. Frank helped me along my way, pushing back towards me with his ass perked up in the air and face planted into the bed.

I reached round in front of him and pumped up and down his shaft, still banging him behind. I began to speed up in both places. Frank and I soon became nothing but moaning messes in an old decrepit bedroom.

“Gee...” Frank cried.

“Frankie...”

“I’m there, baby...”

“Me too.”

Within a split second of our warnings, we had both exploded between each others’ bodies, the two of us pressed together, the closest we’d ever been. Frank nestled his head into my chest.

I think I’d gained his trust again.


“Gee, I take back what I said. I love you and I do need your help,” he spoke out, avoiding eye contact.

I smiled back, thankful that he’d realised this problem was beyond him.

“Promise me this, Frankie,” I replied to the man who was looking at me sceptically. “Promise me that you’ll tell Jamia, no matter how difficult it is, you’ll tell her.

He though carefully, balancing up what could go wrong with what he knew was right.

“I promise. For you. For my kids. And for Jamia.”

“I knew you could do it, Frank.”

Frank left a kiss on my cheek.

“Are you ready to head home?” I asked.

“I think so,” he replied. “Thanks Gee.


Frank’s POV

I got home again but the house was empty. I was ready, I was gonna jump in the pool but now I had time to think about it, time to muck it up.

I headed straight to my room, wait, our room, and started pacing up and down, just thinking. I promised Gerard, I can’t not tell her. Besides, it’s only what’s right, right?

Then I heard the front door. I couldn’t do this. But I had to. So I headed down the stairs to help Jamia with the shopping she was carrying through to the kitchen.

“Hey babe,” she said in her usual upbeat manner.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“No, what’s up with you? You don’t seem yourself.”

Why are women so damn good at detecting problems? Aw well, this was my opportunity to tell her.

“Nothing. I’m fine. Why d’you ask?”