Slumbering Toad
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The man from the coffee shop sucked my dick
🕑 Added 2025-02-04 11:00:01 +0000 UTCEveryone in this story is 18+.
I knocked on Frank’s front door, mentally deciding that this would be the last time I saw him. At his suggestion - well, it was more of a soft command - I had shaven my entire body. My dick was smooth and my chest was hairless, as were my pits and my ass. I intended to see him one last time, get my money’s worth, then put this whole thing behind me.
The door swung inward. “Andrew! What a pleasant surprise!” It had been a few days since my last visit. He stepped aside, ushering me in. He closed the door, then led me to the living room. “What brings you here today?”
I stood with my hands behind my back, unsure how to broach the topic. It felt weird asking for money, even if we both knew that’s why I was here. “I, um… I was wondering how I could help you out today… and maybe get paid again.” I looked at my feet, unwilling to meet his eyes.
“Ahh, of course. Just a moment.” I glanced up, then watched as he left the room. He came back a minute later, a stack of cash in his hands. I felt my heart race a little faster, excited for more money but nervous about what I’d have to do to earn it.
“Another five hundred,” Frank said. He fanned the money out to prove it. “I have a few things in mind for today, as long as certain… prerequisites are in order.”
Prerequisites? What was he talking about? I was about to ask when I realized what he meant. “Ohhh, that. Don’t worry, I shaved.” I was a bit embarrassed to admit it.
“Everywhere?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Excellent,” Frank said, sitting down on the couch. He placed the money on the coffee table, then leaned back in his seat. “Go on, then. Let’s see it.”
I started with my shoes, then socks. Those hardly counted as clothes; it was my way of easing into it. Frank had already seen me naked before, but stripping in front him still made me nervous.
My shirt was next. I lifted it up over my head, revealing my bare chest. The old man remained silent, watching intently.
I took off my pants, unzipping them and sliding them down my legs, then stepping out one foot at a time. Just my boxers were left. And with the worst timing ever, my dick started to get hard.
Frank leaned forward with interest, clearly excited to see me naked.
Humiliated, I nervously fingered the edges of my underwear. I slipped my thumbs under the waistband, not quite ready to expose myself. With a deep breath, I tugged down and let them fall to the ground. My dick sprung out, standing at full attention. I kicked the boxers off my ankles, completely naked in front of Frank.
“Mmm. So smooth,” he said. He took it in for a painfully long moment, his eyes piercing every inch of my body. I desperately wanted to cover up, but I stayed put. Once he got his fill, he ordered me to turn around.
I did so, thankful I didn’t have to look at him. I bent over slightly and spread my cheeks, presenting him my clean-shaven hole. The cool air was an unusual feeling down there, something I hadn’t experienced before.
“Fuuuck, Andrew. You went above and beyond this time.” He sounded very pleased. “Come here,” he said.
Unwillingly, I turned around and faced him once more. I couldn’t explain why or how, but this whole situation had me rock-hard. I was straight. I knew that. I was only here for the money. But for some reason, I had this crazy boner that just wouldn’t go away. I took a few steps toward Frank, who sat at the edge of the couch.
“Closer,” he said softly.
I obeyed, inching closer until I was standing right in front of him. My hard cock was inches from his face.
The old man placed his hand on my chest. He admired my smooth body, sliding his hand down and across my stomach. He continued downward, his hand traveling to my dick. He took it in his hand, then gently started to stroke me. “Relax, Andrew. It’s my turn to take care of you.”
“O-okay…” I mumbled. My heart was pounding in my chest, but his touch felt too good to ignore. I let him stroke me, his hand rising and falling, tugging at my dick. It was slow and steady; just enough to keep me going but not nearly enough to make me cum.
“Close your eyes,” Frank whispered.
Again, I followed his orders. While he continued stroking my dick, his other hand gently caressed my balls. I hated to admit it, but it felt really good. I even started to thrust softly along with each stroke.
Then I gasped.
Something wet and warm surrounded my cock, which I recognized immediately as Frank’s mouth. He was sucking my dick!
“Ohhhh,” I moaned. “Frank, I- ohhh fuck.” I wanted to stop him, but halfway through I changed my mind. Just a little longer. It’s not gay if my eyes are closed… right?
