Frerard - We're Just Friends (Part 1 of The 'Just Friends' Series)

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Both Frank and Gerard were in a bubble-like state for the next week or so. It was as though there were only the two of them in the world and they would spend every free moment together, generally just hanging out. They would lay on one of their beds together, wrapped up in each other's arms talking, or they would watch a movie cuddled up and kissing throughout. There had been one more session that had gone beyond that, both finding themselves coming all over the other again, sweating and fighting for breath, but other than that it was fairly innocent.

Although, not all that innocent when either of them were left alone for any period of time. Both 'researching' online how their newly found relationship would work; learning more about gay sex and studying how to give better blow jobs. At least that's what they both told themselves. In reality, the two were just increasingly horny and suddenly very turned on by watching other men on various porn sites. However, in truth, both were worrying a little about how the whole situation would work. They both craved more, but both totally inexperience where men were involved.

Frank was currently stood in the shower after a hectic afternoon doing assessments. He and Gerard were going to the movies tonight; their first official date as Frank saw it. Gerard had messaged him earlier to say he was running a bit late so they would have to hurry when he got back. The images of the porn he had watched the previous afternoon were currently coming back into his mind; his dick hardening in response. He ran his hands over his soapy body, shivering at his own touch, imagining it being his sexy redheaded lover trailing his fingers across his skin. With one hand splayed out across the tiles to hold him steady, he took a grip of his thumping erection and began to slide his hand up and down. He closed his eyes, pretending to be fucking Gerard's mouth and bit down on his bottom lip to keep any moans from escaping. He thrust harder and harder, again the combination of images flooding his brain – Gerard on his knees in front of him; the hot guy on his laptop screen (being fucked hard by his lover), whimpering and moaning with every hit against his prostate. Frank was getting closer and closer, but found himself suddenly crouched against the shower base with his other hand heading to his ass. He had never done this before, but the sudden urge to finger himself was overwhelming. His hand movement on his dick all but stopped as he shakily swept his middle finger over his entrance. He began to push inside a little, his opening automatically clenching at the unfamiliar intrusion. Still he pushed on, eyes closed as he went further. There was no pain, just a slight uncomfortable sensation. He began to move in and out beginning to enjoy the feeling before bringing his other hand back to his hard penis. He moved both simultaneously and rocked against his fist and then his finger. He allowed his finger to explore a little more in the hope of finding his prostate, hoping the pleasure was as good as it was rumoured to be.

He pushed further onto his finger, hooking it towards the area he'd heard it would be and rubbed against the inner wall. He let out a sudden involuntary gasp clearly finding his magic spot. He poked harder and harder, all the while shoving his dick through his fist. He slumped onto his knees, his legs beginning to weaken in his squatted position and continued to bounce on his finger. His vision became mottled and his hand movements sloppy as his breath caught in his throat. Without realising, he was coming; spilling out against the floor, body jerking in response and his finger slipping out of his sensitive hole. He sat under the shower allowing the water to bring him back to his senses. As he came back to reality, he began to feel embarrassed by his actions. He had never had the urge to do that before. He felt almost ashamed, but at the same time had never felt more alive and turned on.

Realising he had probably spent far too long in the bathroom, he hurried out and dried himself, the whole incident being pushed firmly to the back of his head. Rushing back to his room he began to dress, hearing his phone buzz as he did.

'Just leaving now. Be ready x' it read.

"Shit" Frank cursed not bothering to reply to Gerard's text.