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Frank and Kyle: Baseball Game Part 02
🕑 Added 2020-05-22 22:19:31 +0000 UTCKurt
It was impossible to feel anything other than tiny when standing next to Frank. The literal giant of a man dwarfed everyone around him. Kurt felt more like a child waiting next to his dad for snacks rather than an adult. He fumbled with his pockets, reaching for his wallet. “I’ve got this. Do you know what Kyle wants?”
Frank gave him an almost condescending laugh. His hand went to Kurt’s shoulder, only making him feel smaller. “You don’t have to. I’ve got it.”
“No really,” Kurt insisted. “You got us the tickets, this is the least I can do.”
“And it’s far more than you have to. I’m paying,” Frank said.
Kurt tried to fumble with his wallet but the way Frank said it, he knew there was no going back. His boss had always been pretty strict about that kind of thing. “Next time,” Kurt said.
“Ok, next time,” Frank shook his head, letting a few chuckles out. His chest shook heavily as each one left his body. “If we remember and it’s not too much, I’ll let you pay next time.”
“Good,” Kurt said. Somehow he’d felt like he’d won the argument.
“So how’s life?” Frank changed the subject. They were going to be in line for a while as at least a dozen people were in front of them. Each one barely knowing what they want despite there being about four different things on the menu. Hot dog, nachos, pretzels and soda, it shouldn’t be so hard to choose but everyone seemed to have never heard of them before. And all had to act so surprised at just how expensive they were.
“It’s… Uh… Good,” he lied. “It’s good.” Kurt repeated trying to sound a bit more confident. He didn’t need his boss worrying about him about things he couldn’t control. Exes, little money, no prospects, his thickening gut and receding hairline were all out of his control. Most of it was out of Kurt’s control too.
“That’s good to hear!” Frank gave him a hearty slap to the back. “I’ll admit when I first saw you in the gym I didn’t think you’d come back.”
“Yeah?” Kurt responded. He could feel the red mark from his boss’ ‘friendly’ slap to his back starting to form. But he also had to admit that he felt pretty intimidated. Seeing all the big guys in the gym was a bit different but he knew he needed to make a change. Even if his money was tight.
“For sure! You looked a bit scared but I’m glad you stuck with it. I mean you’ve worked so hard these last five years and it really shows. Not to mention the army of chickens you’ve eaten,” Frank poked at Kurt’s thin waist.
He swatted away at the sudden unexpected touch. “Hey,” Kurt felt his face flush a little as he was being teased. Even if he had been going to the gym so often, he hadn’t really taken too much time to appreciate it. He’d had such a belly and flabby pecs that he couldn’t even see his dick. The large round masses in front of him blocked his view but over the years of working out and moving onto healthier foods he’d lost a lot of that extra bulk and saved some money as well.
“What?” Frank acted innocent, “I thought you liked it when the guys noticed. Or is it just when it’s the girls?”
“I mean…” Kurt felt himself thinking about the gym. “I don’t think that many people notice me…”
Frank belted out a hearty laugh, garnering the attention of a lot of the people nearby. They stared and murmured to each other but Frank didn’t care. “Not notice? I guess you like to play coy don’t you. You keep it on the DL. I get it. But don’t act like I don’t see whenever some guy is checking out your ass when you squat. Or some girl can’t keep her eyes off those bulging biceps when you do your curls. It’s like you notice them before they even realize their staring. Your eyes lock on and then you test to see if they’ll look away or not.”
“I mean… I guess,” Kurt raised an arm and flexed it absentmindedly. The thick bicep pushed against the fabric of his baseball jersey, garnering the attention of a few people around him. He could almost feel their eyes on him, watching the muscle bulge and then staring blankly at it.
“You’re too timid,” Frank said. “But I guess it might be better that way. A big ole sex symbol like you walking around people are bound to notice. You could probably walk up to any one in this line and ask to have sex with them and they’d say, ‘yes.’ And with that monster between your legs, I’d bet they’d at least be curious.”
Kurt looked back at all the people’s eyes drifting away from his glancing. They were clearly pretending not to be staring. However their eyes would glance back, only to run away again as Kurt could see them looking. His strong jawline, with just a well groomed beard against it drew out his cut masculine face and fierce looking eyes. His hair may have been cropped short but it still had a messy but controlled feeling about it. He could wake up and his hair would just fall into the right place.
That’s not even mentioning his strong muscular body that pressed hard against his clothes. The thick pecs pushed against the top of his shirt, but his thin waist drew attention to his legs. It was hard not to see his quads pushing at his blue jeans, nor the bulge between them. It was something that was nearly impossible to hide.
“Ready?” Frank asked. He was currently carrying a bunch of food and a tray with five large sodas on it.
“Uhh… Yeah,” Kurt said, grabbing a few of the items. They took a few steps before he finally asked. “And what about you?”
“What about me?”
“Do you want to have fuck me?” Kurt asked. “Or would you rather me fuck you?” his eyebrow raised and waggled at the proposition.
A huge grin filled Frank’s face as to say, ‘you got me.’ But Kurt wasn’t sure why. He knew his boss was gay. Or at the very least bi since he had a son. And the way he was talking so positively about his body, it was hard to wonder if he wasn’t at the very least curious to see, ‘that monster between his legs.’
“Well?” Kurt pressured. He leaned his shoulder into Frank’s body.
“Well, I guess I can’t say anything other than yes,” Frank shook his head with a bit of a smile. “After all I was in the line… Wasn’t I?”
“You were. And I have to repay you somehow,” Kurt said.
“I thought we agreed you’d just pay next time.”
“We can always do that too. And then maybe I get to play with that big sexy ass of yours.” If Kurt didn’t have the drinks in his hands he would have given it a big slap. But what shocked him was that he’d actually gotten Frank to have a moment of a loss for words. The guy never seemed to be surprised by anything but now he was drifting off aimlessly. “What? You’re the one who said I was too timid.”
“Just forgot how into sex you get when you find someone you’re into,” Frank said. He looked over at the bathroom. “C’mon, that’ll be empty long enough for us.”
“You think?”
“I know,” Frank answered. He was walking a bit with a limp as the pressure from his cock was running down one of his legs. It explained the quickness of his answer as he hobbled closer to it.
Just like Frank had said, the bathroom was empty except for the two of them. Kurt was barely able to set the drinks down before Frank grabbed his body and started kissing him. Despite working out and being relatively strong, his boss was able to move him around like it was almost nothing. There was a short break giving Kurt enough room to breath. “Wow, you’re really into it.”
“Well,” Frank said between kisses. His hands were running up and down Kurt’s body as his lips went down his neck. “You are a goddamn sex symbol.” Before Kurt knew it his shirt was off and the kisses were rapidly lowering. “I love those juicy pecs. Those strong big biceps. Defined triceps. Strong forearms.”
“Oh fuck…” Kurt moaned. His cock throbbed in his jeans. The tension only seemed to turn him on more, but hearing the echo made him remember they were in public. “But what about--”
“We’re not going to get caught. Be as loud as you want and no one will notice until after we’re done,” Frank hands went for the button of the other man’s jeans, opening them up. He spun his partner round and let that thick muscular ass show. “Oh fuck…” he moaned. “So fuckin sexy. God you could turn any man on whenever you want…”
“Well right now it’s you,” Kurt smirked. He was getting more and more into it. His body was pinned against the wall but he wasn’t ready to stop. A grunt came out of his body as he felt the massive rod push against his hole. It felt to be thicker than a beer can. “You’re so big…”
“Guys always say that. But you can take it. It’ll feel so good. The more I push in the better it’ll feel,” Frank pushed a little more splitting Kurt open. A loud uncontrolled moan came from deep inside him. It echoed off the dirty concrete and cement block walls. “That’s it. Feels good. It feels so good.”
“Oh yeah!” Kurt shouted in confirmation. “So fucking good!” His cock throbbed with each additional push. It didn’t matter that his ass was expanding so much or feeling the tightness in his ass, the pain felt so good. It ran through his body making each muscle shudder in excitement. “Keep going… Keep going.”
“Fuck yeah,” Frank didn’t need to be told twice. He pushed more and more, letting his cock fill the other man completely. He loved watching Kurt’s fingers curl against the cement blocks, hoping to grab onto something. But knew his toes must have been acting the same. His dick finally came to his hilt and he pushed harder.
Kurt’s body pressed up against the wall. His face turned to the side as his hands tried to maintain some kind of control. “Oh fuck yea…” he felt his cock bounce. Each thrust deep inside filled him with a new wave of ecstasy filling him. He couldn’t hold back any more.
“Just a few more…” Frank grunted.
“It’s so hard…” Kurt whined.
“You can handle it. Oh fuck… Oh fuck… YEAH!” Frank belted out as he unloaded into Kurt’s asshole. His body reacted pushing harder than it should have against Kurt’s smaller but muscular body.
Kurt could handle it. And being lost in the aftermath made any sort of discomfort completely disappear. He could feel himself drifting away as he let more of his weight hang on the wall.
“Pretty good, eh?” Frank bragged. “No one’s ever complained.”
“I can see why…” Kurt felt his body turn around, back against the wall as he stared up at Frank’s handsome face. His hand seemed to go to the back of his boss’ neck and pull him down. Closer to his lips. He didn’t want the moment to end.
For a second Frank was confused but he felt his body giving in. Feeling the joy rush through him again as their lips touched.
“D-d-dad?!” Dustin’s voice came from the front of the bathroom.
The two stopped. Kurt stared and then went to grab his pants. “Hey, there Dusty.”
A series of incoherent sputters came out of Dustin’s mouth as he saw a bit of a stain running down one of the legs of his father’s pants. “What’s… What’s going on here?”
“Uhhh…” Kurt looked to Frank for some kind of guidance.
“Well,” Frank cleared his throat as he shook his cock and then closed his pants. “It’s just that… We’re dating. Or going to be dating. It’s… Uhh… Why I wanted to invite him to the baseball game.”
“Really??” Dustin and Kurt asked same time.
“Uh-huh,” Frank nodded. He couldn’t look either one in the eyes as he said it. “I want your father to be my boyfriend,” his hand went down and gripped Kurt’s. “Starting today. Okay?”
“YES!” Kurt swung himself around hugging the big guy.
“Ok. Whatever,” Dustin said without a care. He rushed off to one of the stalls.
“So… I guess we’re dating now?” Frank asked.
Kurt gave him a nasty look. “You’re the one who said it.”
“I know… But I didn’t expect you to be so on board,” a hand ran the back of Frank’s neck.
“Well, I am,” Kurt answered.
"Ok," Frank smiled. He leaned down for another kiss with Kurt.
