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Frank and Kyle Go to College Part 02
🕑 Added 2020-07-29 02:35:05 +0000 UTCDon stared off into the distance. He couldn’t help but think about his son going away to college. It was all that had been on his mind since Patrick had even gone to high school. Now his son was actually an adult and Don would have the house to himself. He could already feel the emptiness there.
“DUDE!” Frank shouted. He didn’t look like a guy who would say that but the depth of his voice seemed to pull Don out of his daydream. “Jeez,” he chuckled. His pecs bounced as he did so. “Thought we lost you for a second. Get out of your head. It’s supposed to be a celebration tonight. All while the kids get ready for college.”
“Right,” Don forced a cheap smile. “A celebration.”
“C’mon man, live a little. You don’t have to support your kid anymore. He’s all grown up and you can do whatever you want,” Frank smiled. There was a confidence behind it that Don just never felt. He seemed like a guy who always got what he wanted. Though, based off his size it was hard to believe anyone could tell him ‘no.’ “I’ll get us some beer. And I want a smile on your face when I get back.”
“Let’s go get a table,” Kurt said. He looped Don into his arm and led him over to one of the higher raised tables. Kurt leaned effortlessly against the stool, while Don had to jump slightly and have his legs kicking in the air to get on top of it, and eventually resting them on the stool's bottom rung.
The difference in their size was all the more apparent. Don was an out of shape middle aged not even manager. None of his clothes fit him properly anymore after wearing them for so long and most of the colors were fading. All the while, Kurt sat there confidently in his brightly colored sleeveless shirt, thick muscular arms exposed. Even if they were about the same age, somehow Kurt looked a good 10-15 years younger. Don just felt like he was the parent in the room again. He let out a heavy sigh.
“You’re really overthinking all this, aren’t you?” Kurt pried.
“Is it that obvious?” Don laid his face down against the table.
“Yeah,” Kurt tried to hide his laugh. “A little bit…”
“It’s just… It’s just how do you and Frank do it? Like look at you! And him!”
Kurt’s arm raised and flexed almost to brag about it. “Yeah, feels pretty good I guess.”
“Must…” Don’s face planted itself to the table. He wasn’t saying it to see him show off.
“Sorry,” Kurt looked off into the distance. “Frank’s a bit better to talk to than me. I just kind of wanted to have fun tonight with him.” He paused and threw up his hands. “Not that it’s a problem that you’re here! It’s not!”
Suddenly Don felt like a third wheel. The way Kurt had gotten so defensive about the statement, got him thinking. “Are you-- are you two dating?”
“Yeah...” Kurt kept looking off to the distance as a bit of pink filled his cheeks. “But it’s really not a problem that you’re here. Promise.”
“Right…” Don took a second to look over his shoulder at Frank, currently ordering the beer. He leaned against the bar like he owned the place, chatting to the handsome guy behind the counter like old friends. Though, if he was gay, there might have been another reason. The guy behind the counter sure was handsome in a country kind of way. Burly but built with strong muscles built from manual labor. His plaid shirt covered his arms but the buttons weren’t closed showing off his impressive chest.
Though, the way he flexed his arms against the counter, it almost looked like he wanted to tear those sleeves off right then and there. Management had probably talked to him about that for sanitary reasons. He turned around and started filling up a pitcher. His backwards hat had the college teams mascot on it.
“Don’t you--” Don cut himself off but when Kurt looked him in the eyes again, he felt like he had to ask the question. Experience had made him a bit bitter. “Don’t you ever get worried about him cheating on you?”
“Cheating?” Kurt bellowed a laugh over the music, drawing attention from around the room. “No. Frank’s not like that. Hell, I’m not like that. Know too much what it’s like to have someone just string you along with no intention of being with you.”
“Yeah… But… He could be with anybody that he wants,” Don said.
“So could I,” the lustful way Kurt said it sent a shiver down Don’s spine. He could almost feel his asshole quiver at the indirect proposition. Everything around them seemed to have stopped as Don stared into Kurt’s handsome face. Somehow, each second drawing him more and more to it. “But I don’t want to,” Kurt finished.
The sentence completely snapped Don out of whatever it was he was feeling. His heart still raced and he could feel a bit of sweat dripping under his arms. “Right,” Don shifted his weight in his seat. The sudden discomfort was still traveling through him. He’d never been one to look at men, yet these two captivated him like no other.
“So,” Frank put the beer pitchers onto the table, “first rounds free. Told him how our sons are going to his alma mater and he’s into this one.” Frank’s massive elbow poked into Don’s side.
“Wha--” Don reacted. “No way.”
“And why not?” Frank acted like Don was being unreasonable. “Sure he has a girlfriend and all but he said he’s got way too much sexual energy and likes it when he comes home a little less ‘full.’”
“No way. That’s not a thing,” Don said. “There’s no way that’s a thing.”
“You wanna go ask him yourself?” Frank teased.
Don looked over his shoulder to see the guy staring at him. The bartender quickly looked down and away, but it was overly obvious. “No…” Don was still in disbelief. “There’s just no way that’s a thing.”
“Then how about some liquid courage first?” Frank pushed one of the plastic cups closer to Don.
“I… Uhh… I don’t drink,” he pushed it back.
“Cause you get drunk so easily,” Frank said. It sounded more like it should have been a question but it came out like a statement. “C’mon, one night one hurt you. We’ll keep you from making any too stupid of mistakes… Right?”
“Of course!” Kurt said. “Though, if you get with that bartender, don’t know if we could really stop you. Or want to.”
When Kurt nodded his head, Don couldn’t help but look over his shoulder again to see the bartender staring at him. Even while he was helping out a woman, clearly fawning over him, his eyes were locked onto Don’s position. Don quickly turned around again, feeling every muscle in his body tighten up. He quickly grabbed the cup of beer and chugged it down. The beer hit his stomach and he could already almost feel the light tipsy sensation that normally followed most people after several hard shots. “How do you know I get drunk really easily?”
“Maybe cause you’re in the single digit body fat percentage. C’mon man, you’ve got such a thin waist it’s hard not to tell,” Frank said, but his face quickly soured.
“Uhh… Right,” Don looked down at his near 100 pound body and felt even smaller than ever. His thin arms looked like they were about to break with even the slightest of tension. Not to mention how hard it was to find clothes that fit his thin frame properly. It was just so hard to find something that fit him right. “A very thin waist…” His belt needed an extra hole to properly fit him.
“Don’t look so glum!” Frank gave him a pat to the back. “It’s a complement. With your show coming up I thought you’d like it.”
“Show?” Don looked at him confused. Sure, alcohol messed with his system, but he didn’t know what kind show Frank would be talking about.
“C’mon man! One beer shouldn’t mess you up that much! The fitness expo that you’re in,” Frank’s mood uplifted again. “You were talking about it on the car ride over.”
Don looked to Kurt for some kind of support. The small nod and smile somehow brought the memory back to him. “Right! Like I said, I can’t handle my alcohol,” Don’s tension relaxed a bit. He suddenly didn’t feel so small anymore, though next to these guys it was nearly impossible not to. They may not have been bragging about their size a whole lot, but their mere presence demanded attention.
He could feel the shirt tugging at his arms and the pants wrapped tightly around his ass. He had to look perfect for that thing. People all over the world sold products and he had to be able to advertise his better using nothing other than his body. The actual effectiveness of the product paled in comparison to the pecs of the man on the label or thin waist of the woman.
“Guess not,” Frank laughed. He was being a bit more touchy than he had been before. Running his thick hands over Don's muscles. “But I guess it just made it easier at parties. Probably didn’t even need your partners to be drinking either. Though I can’t say that I blame them.” With a wink and a nod, Frank leaned into Don a bit more. Kurt pulled him back. “Aww… C’mon babe… It’s not like that.”
“I know it’s not like that but I don’t need you flirting right now either,” Kurt held his boyfriend’s arm even tighter.
Despite Frank’s size, he moved like a snake. Fast and agile, he took control over the situation again as he wrapped his thick meaty arms around Kurt’s body. Constricting him. Almost in a threatening way. All except for the smile on Kurt’s face. Frank kissed the side of his neck. “Flirting? Me? I’m just stating the obvious. He’s been on magazine covers since he was 18, looking like he was in his mid twenties. And yet, somehow he still barely even looks thirty. Those workouts must have really been doing it for him. With those strong arms, thick pecs, defined abs. And barely even a wrinkle on his face.”
Frank traced Kurt’s own muscles as he listed each one off. He planted a kiss a little higher on his partner’s neck each time he added a new one. “I’d say,” Frank continued. “He was probably getting laid in college like crazy. Didn’t even have to get the girl,” he paused with a devious smirk, “or guy drunk either. They’d slowly approach him. Acting a bit coy. And then offer up their services. Each one excited at the prospect. Barely able to hold their orgasm as he said yes.”
“Oh?” Kurt stared deeply into Frank’s eyes, captivated by the statements.
Don couldn’t help but shift a bit uncomfortably at the statement. Even with his strong and tough demeanour, he couldn’t hold back the embarrassment for being called out for having so much sex. Or maybe it was a bit of the beer.
“He’d take them back to his room, and let them do whatever they wanted. Most wanted to feel his hard defined muscles. Slowly stripping his shirt away from his hard pecs and revealing the solid block of abs underneath. Maybe a twist of their finger around his tight little nipple or a lick if they were really daring. But no matter what they all wanted to be fucked. Each to their own desire. I’m sure some sat on top of him, praising his handsome beauty while others wanted to be buried into the mattress.”
“Sounds familiar,” Kurt returned Frank’s kisses. His eyes weren’t quite looking at anything anymore. While his hands were running up and down the thick arms still holding him tightly. “You sure you’re still talking about Don?”
“Yeah, I’m sure. Not that it can’t apply to anyone else either. Though, I didn’t have my frat brothers secretly coming to me for sex. They were a bit more open about it,” Frank bit at Kurt’s nose, playfully.
“You bastard,” Kurt gripped Frank’s arm tightly.
Don had seen that face before. Just on the edge, and doing their best not to cream their pants. Kurt was trying his damndest as he shifted in his seat more and more. Part of him wanting to get out of the grip, while the other part wanted to get fucked right there. His body screamed for the attention. Begging for more. And more. But they had to be civil. Abstinent. They were in public after all.
“Don,” Frank whispered. “Can you run interference with the guy behind the bar? We’re going to go to the bathroom. To,” he made an overt sexual gesture that was followed by an angry hiss from Kurt. “No one else will notice us. But he might.”
“What!?” Don felt the childish nature of the ask. Were they really asking him to distract someone so they could have sex in the bathroom? He hadn’t done that in ages.
“C’mon man…” Kurt whined. His leg was practically bouncing with anticipation. “Plus he’s cute. So… You know… Win. Win.”
Don weighed his options. He looked over his shoulder again to see the bartender obviously staring again. Don gave a smile back. The guy stood up and pretended to do something else. Anything else. But Don wasn’t going to let him get away. “Fine. But don’t be too quick,” he smirked.
The two rushed off to the bathroom and Don went to the bar. He wasn’t going to let this guy off that easily. His gave didn’t falter as he sat down at one of the stools. “Evening.”
“E-evining,” the bartender said. His face was between a bit of shock and lust. The girl who’d been flirting with him apparently realized that she was outmatched and gave up.
“You seem a bit distracted,” Don said.
“Dis-distracted?” the bartender asked. He’d put down whatever he’d been trying to keep his mind occupied with. “I don’t know what you mean.”
Don’s confidence soared. Why had he been so nervous earlier? Was it just because he’d been out of the game for so long? Maybe it was just because he’d been around Frank and Kurt. But this late 20 something was nearly bending over the bar for him. He could see his dick driving down the right leg of his jeans, dripping at the end.
“I think you do…” Don played it cool. His calm voice easily lulled the other man into his world. He could almost see the dick throb in anticipation as he was clearly being played with. The confidence in his eyes spoke volumes.
“I don’t--”
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
The bartender gripped the bar tightly. His fingers squeezed as hard as they could just to keep himself from cumming. The intense pleasure ran through him, like it had so many prior. But he kept himself from finishing. “Ex-excuse--”
“Do you want me to fuck you? I can,” Don repeated.
This time it was both of his hands. They squeezed the bar, almost like they wanted to break it in two instead of let himself finish. He took a deep breath, trying to hold himself back. He was at work after all. There was no way he was supposed to do this. But by God did he absolutely want to.
“Well?” Don smirked.
The bartender shifted his head. “C’mon, not out here.” He lifted up part of the bar and led Don to a back room. There weren’t many people there so it wouldn’t have been a problem if he was gone for a few minutes.
And Don wasn’t about to waste a single second of them. His instincts took over and he pushed the other man against the wall. The barman’s back was to the wall while his mouth was filled with Don’s tongue. ‘God…’ Don held back his moan. ‘How long has it been since I tasted another person’s mouth?’ The question lingered in the back of his mind as he tried to maintain his confident alpha status in front of the other guy. He could feel the younger man running his hands all over his body. Feeling those taut and defined muscles. The soft squeezes from the bartender’s hands followed quickly by an even softer moan.
Don’s hands slowly made their way down the swell of his back. Feeling the strength in it all the way down. He dipped down into the bartender’s jeans. His thick hands could barely fit between the tough fabric and the large round cheeks.
For a second the bartender stopped. He pulled away. “I don’t bottom…” he muttered.
One of Don’s fingers pressed up against his hole. He could feel it try to pucker around it. “Would you make an exception?” he smirked.
The bartender’s eyes went wide. He clenched the kegs of beer he was leaning against as much as he could. He could barely hold on. Don tried to get in another kiss, but the bartender was far too distracted with the finger worming its way inside of him. He squirmed at the sensation, trying to act like it didn’t feel as good as it did. But he couldn’t hide it. His tight hole wasn’t used to such an intrusion nor the pleasure it was bringing. His face tensed and squeezed but the mild pain was quickly replaced with a joyous ‘o’ face. His head leaned back as thick torrents of cum dripped down his pants staining through the tough blue fabric.
“Feels good, don’t it?”
A smile slowly crept onto his face. “Better than I thought…”
“Well, if you want the real deal,” Don adjusted his own pants. “You’ll need a bit more training…”
“I-- Uh… Well… I wouldn’t mind having a good teacher,” the bartender pulled out his phone. “And I bet my girlfriend wouldn’t mind the company.”
Don couldn’t help but smirk to himself as he typed in his phone number and then texted himself. It was so juvenile, but so fun. He'd been so stiff for so long, why shouldn't he let loose every once in a while? “Sounds like a plan. Just give me more reasons to visit my son,” he winked at the bartender.
“S-son?!” the bartender asked. “I didn’t realize you…”
“It’s fine,” Don said. “Most people don’t.” He gave a pat to the man’s shoulder and went to the front of the bar again. Kurt was walking out of the bathroom with a bit of a limp but a smile on his face. Though Frank’s was even bigger.
“Time to go?” Frank asked.
“I think so.”
Epilogue
“Thanks for taking me out guys,” Don leaned forward from the backseat of the truck. “I didn’t realize how much I needed that.
“No problem,” Frank said. “We all need a break from the kids every once in a while.”
“I know… But after the divorce…”
“Don’t worry about it. I’m sure she regrets it everyday,” Frank said. “No reason for you to hold yourself back too.”
“Sure. Sure,” Don agreed. He hadn’t realized just how much thought he’d been putting into something that he should have been trying to move away from. It’d slowed him down so much and really stunted what he could have been doing. “But still, I worry about Patrick…”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah… He’s such a loser.” Don continued.
“Loser!?” Frank belted out. It was enough to almost make him swerve. There was no way the amount of alcohol in his system could have done that to him. Even if he was at such a low body fat percentage his height and weight could easily make up for it.
“Yeah. A loser. I know it’s bad of me to say, but he’s just kind of weird. I tried to get him into sports and whatnot, but none of it took. He just couldn’t keep up with the other boys or gain any muscle. And I didn’t want to scare him away,” Don sat back in his seat, crossing his arms. “Really made me wonder if he was mine…”
“Well,” Frank tried to even his tone. “If he’s been with Kyle, I’m sure he’ll make sure he doesn’t feel left out.”
“Hopefully,” Don said. “He’s never really been one to hang around ‘jocks.’ But somehow he loves talking about all their stats...”
Don could see the smile on Frank’s face. “Then I’m sure he’ll be fine. Kyle’s always liked talking about those kinds of things too.”
They arrived at the college and headed back up to the dorm room to say their goodbyes to their kids. Don gave a light knock on the door before pushing himself in. “Alright Patrick,” he stopped seeing the back of someone else. The wide muscular back of someone else with their ass fully exposed. And then there were the legs underneath.
“Oh God! Fuck yeah!” Patrick cried out as his dick buried deeper into the other man’s asshole.
Kurt was right behind him. “Thata boi! Give him hell son!” Kurt cheered on.
“D-dad!?” the two turned around seeing the three fathers looking in through the doorway. Red filled their faces and even some of their bodies. They stopped completely and stared. “It’s not what it looks like!” the two were in sync.
“Looks like you don’t have much to worry about,” Frank pat Don on the shoulder.
Comments
No it shouldn't have. I thought at the end of Frank and Kyle go to a baseball game, that I had it set up that they would start dating. But maybe I never made it so direct.
Hugh Michelsen
I especially liked the quick bit where Don says Patrick is a loser. Great setup for the end scene, with Patrick transformed.
Hugh Michelsen
Im having trouble remembering, but did part one get posted before the interlude where Kurt and Frank start dating?
