Slumbering Toad
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I made a deal with Frank
🕑 Added 2025-02-18 11:00:08 +0000 UTCEveryone in this story is 18+.
After a few visits with Frank, I had earned enough to cover rent for the month. Getting fired was a tough blow, but I decided to take some time searching for a new job before I resorted to seeing him again.
Two weeks came and went, and I had zero luck. I searched high and low, applying to every job I could find, but in the end I had nothing to show for it. Worse, I was running out of the money Frank gave me. Once again, I found myself knocking on his door. I didn’t see another option.
I stood outside in the cold, waiting for him to open up. I couldn’t believe I was back here. A moment later I heard some footsteps, followed by the turning of the lock.
“Andrew?” Frank seemed genuinely surprised to see me.
“Umm… hi, Frank.” I met his eyes for a second, then quickly glanced away. “Can I come in?”
“Of course!” He stepped aside and let me in, then closed the door behind us. “I wasn’t sure I’d see you again. You haven’t been at the coffee shop either.”
I took off my coat and placed it on the back of a chair, then took a seat at the dining room table. It was strange how this place was starting to feel familiar to me. “That’s actually why I’m here,” I said. I went on to explain how I lost my job, how I’d been searching for a new one but hadn’t found any solid leads.
“Oh, Andrew. That must’ve been terribly frustrating. I’m sorry to hear that.” He pulled out the chair across from me and sat down. In my head he was just a horny old man, but in reality he was quite sincere.
“Yeah…” I ran my hand through my hair nervously. “So I was wondering… do you think we could make this a regular thing? You help me pay my bills, and I, uh… take care of whatever you need.”
“Ah, I see.” Frank smiled gently and considered it for a moment. “Yes, I suppose that could work. Though if you want to earn your keep, you’ll have to work much harder than before.”
I quickly nodded. “Of course,” I replied.
“Good. Let’s say once a week, then.” He stood and moved to the living room, waving for me to follow.
“Okay. Um, can we do Fridays?” I asked.
“Yes, yes, that works wonderfully.” Frank settled on the couch while I stood in the middle of the room, waiting for further instruction. He leaned his elbow on the armrest, then placed his chin in his hand. “Now take your clothes off for me, Andrew.”
I’d done this plenty of times already, but getting naked in front of him still made me anxious. I slowly stripped out of my clothes, just as I’d done a few weeks ago, until I stood fully nude before him.
“Come,” Frank ordered.
I walked closer, my limp dick bouncing with each step. My balls were high and tight from the cold, and Frank reached out and placed his hand under them. He lifted my balls and inspected my dick, then let out a small sigh. “This is no good,” he said. He shook his head, then looked up at me. “Didn’t I tell you to shave?”
“Yes,” I muttered.
“Then what’s this?” He ran his fingers just above my dick, brushing through two weeks worth of scruff.
“Hair,” I said, feeling ashamed.
He pursed his lips and exhaled disappointedly. “Turn around.”
I did as he said, turning and bending over slightly so he could see my ass. Frank leaned forward, placing a hand on either cheek and spreading them to get a good look. “It’s the same here,” he commented.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
“It’s okay, Andrew. Just don’t let it happen again.” He tapped me lightly on the asscheek, which I took as a sign to turn around. Then he relaxed back into the couch.
I faced him once more, my dick slightly hard now. “Yes, Frank. I promise.”
“Good. As long as we have an understanding. Now put on your underwear; I don’t want to have to look at your hairy dick anymore.”
“Yes, Frank.” I quickly moved to put my underwear back on, stepping into my tight pair of navy boxer briefs.
“Atta boy,” he said. While I put them back on, he lifted his hips off the couch and shimmied out of his own pants. He slid them down his legs and kicked them off, then leaned back into the soft cushions of the couch, naked from the waist down.
I stood there for a moment, unsure of my next move. “How can I help?” I asked.
“Why don’t you make yourself useful?” Frank lifted his legs off the ground, holding them out straight and wiggling his feet.
I quickly dropped to my knees. I took one foot into my hands and began to rub. I pressed my thumbs into his arch, sliding along the bottom of his foot and up to his toes.
“Ooooh,” Frank sighed. “That feels great.” He grabbed his cock in one hand, already fully hard, and started to jerk off.
