When frank got back from the gym on Sunday afternoon, he heard a male voice clearing his throat in the living room. "Odd" he thought. "The restaurant's got to be in the middle of the lunch/early dinner crowd, Vinnie wouldn't show up here. Who.." "FRANKIE! Come give your dad a kiss" frank walked into the living room and there was his father: espresso and grappa in front of him, the way he always was, on those rare Sundays when the restaurant was closed or he decided to take an afternoon off. "DAD? Is everything ok?" Nothing kept "Big Frank" as they called him, "Francesco" from the restaurant, unless he were hurt, or there were a holiday. It drove him crazy to be home: there was the time he had sprained his ankle and couldn't move around for six weeks. Mom had to talk him out of a wheelchair at the restaurant. So... what was this about?
"Dad... is everything ok?" "Yeah, yeah, everything's ok with me. Have a seat Frankie. I wanted to chat with you." "What about the restaurant Dad?" "Giorgio's there, with your mom." Giorgio was the assistant manager who worked off and on with Francesco and his wife. "They got it covered. Your mom seemed happy I'd be away for a while." Frank smiled at that. He knew his mom had said that dad only got in the way. And he had seen the way his mom had looked at Giorgio. He grinned: it was sort of like how Vinnie looked at him, when he thought frank wasn't looking. "Frankie have a seat. We haven't talked for a while. I think we need to catch up." His dad smiled as Frankie sat down. "You want a black coffee?" His dad was very traditional. Espresso was "black coffee," and American coffee was "brown coffee." "Not now, dad. I'm still coming down from the workout . The caffeine..." "Ha ha. You and your workouts. When you wear white, I can't tell you from my fridge, Frankie. How big are you these days?" "I dunno dad. Haven't weighed myself in a week, but... body fat is 11%, and I'm gonna start doing dead lifts at 500." "My big strong boy. Like a horse Frankie. LIKE A HORSE. Like the iron horse." "Lou Gehrig, right Dad?" Francesco smiled. "Ok, so no coffee for you. " He smiled at his son. "Know who I spoke to yesterday?" "No Dad. Who? " "Gio Romero." Frankie began to get nervous. Gio was one of the "old school " guys, like Louie and Vinnie and some of the other guys in the neighborhood. He ran a butcher downtown. Frankie's dad had probably needed something in a hurry. Dad took a sip of his espresso, and then smiled. "Frankie, why didn't you tell me you were in trouble? I had to hear about my own family from Gio." Now Frankie blushed, and then went white. His dad didn't erupt, but he'd pierce you with a "look," and frankie was getting one of those. "Dad, I... I.... " He paused. "What did he tell you?" "EVERYTHING frankie. From the gambling, from Louie, and Vinnie. Everything." Frankie was getting more and more nervous as he sat there. "Then you know... you know...." He stopped. His dad smiled a little. "If you're gonna say 'you know I'm gay,' yeah, I do. I knew THAT about 5, maybe 7 years ago. Your mom too. That's not what this is about." "It's not?" Frankie asked, and he was met with a raspberry from his father. "NAH. We figured it out when you didn't go to the prom, when we never had to interrupt you necking with some chick you brought home.. the magazines.." Frankie blushed. "You KNEW about the magazines." His dad began to laugh. "Your mom found them first. You know how she cleans. Know what she asked?" Francesco did his best imitation of his wife. "OH MY GOD FRANNY. HOW DO THEY TWIST THEIR BODIES LIKE THAT? MY GOD. THEY DON'T LOOK LIKE YOGIS." frankie began to laugh. His mom and dad did spot on take offs of each other. When he stopped laughing, he asked "So you knew? You knew all along?" His father shrugged his shoulders "All along? Did we know as long as you did? Probably not. I think we were able to say what it was before you could, but we knew. And we didn't know what to do. This is new to us frankie. It really is. The gay thing, the Vinnie thing." He paused. "But Frankie, the thing I DO know, and I know how to handle, is getting into shit over money . Frankie: HOW THE FUCK?" He saw Frank begin to tear up. "Never mind. It's done. It's done. I woulda fixed it for you if you had asked..." "I know dad. But you work so hard." His father put up his hand "Listen, you don't see me go to church: you'll hear mom saying the restaurant is my church.. maybe it is. Sure as hell have better wine and bread, but.. I think God takes care of us in the way he's supposed to. Maybe you needed this to happen, I dunno. " He paused again. "Has Vinnie been treating you good?" "Dad, I couldn't ask for better. In a lot of ways, he makes me think of you." "Ok, ok, you got the daddy thing going on, never mind." Frank looked up and his father laughed. "You think I don't do research frankie? GEEZ. But anyway, ok, let me tawk some more because you need to know things. I spoke to Vinnie today and.." "YOU SPOKE TO VINNIE? DAD...." "Tranquilo, frankie, tranquilo. Vinnie and I go back. We go back a lot. A LONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG time. He told me about the dorm, he told me about a lotta stuff. " He saw Frank's face. "NO. He didn't tell me what the two of you do, and I DON'T WANNA KNOW. But Frankie, he and I agree: you should be seeing other people." Frank looked up. "How am I supposed to do that? " His dad laughed. "Vinnie has some ideas. He's taking you to dinner tonight. On me. You guys'll tawk. Don't worry about the financial shit Frankie, that's all taken care of. Let's just get your head straight, and get to the next phase. You're gonna be fine. Ok?" Frank managed a weak little smile. "Thanks pop. I shoulda come to you." "Shoulda coulda woulda. Listen, Vinnie's taking you to a nice place. I got you guys the reservation. You better go get ready. Dress nice."
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Vinnie and frank were sitting opposite each other in a small, dark French restaurant. Vinnie had driven up to Frank's house, and frank's dad had come out to shake his hand, and chat. frank stood by while they talked. If he said so himself, he looked good: white shirt, opened at the neck, athletic fit, his blue blazer, tan slacks that flared out a bit, but hugged his ass. "It's like the prom date I never had," he thought as he ran some product through his hair. frank had put his hands behind his back, because he knew Vinnie liked how his chest pointed out when he did that. Vinnie noticed and winked. After they chatted, Frank's dad spoke to him. "I'd tell you to stay outta trouble, but you know better. Don't let this old man stay out too late." As they drove, Vinnie spoke to frank, patting him on his thigh. "You know, I wanted to kiss you frankie, but your dad, your dad is great, and he can only take so much. " "I understand Sir. " Vinnie squeezed his hand. "I'm gonna have a talk with that googootz Gio. He's the one that made this messy. Didn't have to be." He squeezed frank's hand tighter. "So frankie, we're gonna enjoy this dinner, we're gonna tawk about the future, and then we're gonna go back to the dorm apartment. " He chuckled. "I'm not supposed to, but I took two blue pills today, and.... you're gonna hurt when you squat tomorrow."
"So frankie, your dad made some very good points when we talked. I agree with all of them, and we gotta talk about them." "Sir, he didn't tell me what you discussed. So I really don't know. " Vinnie smiled, he sighed. "You got any idea how old I am frankie?" "No Sir. I could guess but, I don't really know." "Take a guess." frank took a deep breath "71?" "SEVENTY ONE?" Vinnie exclaimed. "Could a 71 year old fuck the way I do?" frank reddened. "I.. I'm sorry Sir." Then he saw Vinnie smile and break into a laugh. "I'm 75 kid. 75 fucking years old. " frank's eyes got wider. "I had no idea. I really thought in the 60s but...." Well, 75 is the truth. And I needed your dad to remind me of that. frankie, I ain't young. I might WANT you every single day, every single hour, but ya know... there's only so much my old body can do." That's why the pills," frank said. "Yeah, and here's the thing, frankie. When I've been with you, I haven't needed them. DAMN you're a sexy beast. But after a night with you, I'm kinda done for two, usually three, sometimes four nights. " "I never noticed Sir" frank answered. "That's kind of you frankie, but it's not fair to you. I brought ya out, but you're young, and you need more than an old man who can't keep up with you." "I've been happy Sir." "That's cause you don't know anything but... And again, your dad reminded me of that. " He paused. "frankie, if I had my way I'd keep you locked up in a secret room, so that I could have you when I wanted you. But... facts is facts frankie boy, and three days is gonna become four, is gonna become five, it's just a fact. " He looked at frankie. "How often you jerk off frankie?" frank blushed for about the millionth time that day but he answered. "Every day Sir. Sometimes twice. Occasionally three times. If I feel a third time coming up, I try to go and work out until it passes." "It don't though, huh?" frankie laughed. "No, it doesn't." "Well, this is what your father and I talked about. And this is really up to you." "He agrees you should be on your own. He likes that you'd be in that 'dorm' where I could keep an eye on you. He wanted to pay the rent." "I can pay the rent Sir." "frankie, NO ONE in that building pays rent. On that, you and Big Frank need to back down. But here's what we talked about: in return, I want you to promise me two nights a week. I may not want them both, but I'm gonna want you at least once a week. Rest of the week, you're on your own. Time to meet other guys, learn new things." frank looked scared. "You're dumping me, Vinnie?" "NAH! Not even close. I just want us both to have all the great sex we can. And for me, that's not more than twice a week. Sorry, it just is. For you though - what's that line: 'young, hung, and full of cum? We gotta get you in circulation." "I... I don't know how. The only man I know, is you. " "Well, we're gonna change that frankie boy. Just not tonight. " frank looked at Vinnie's face and it had that wolfish look that h was used to when... " "Let's get outta here frankie. My horns are growing." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
A half hour later, Vinnie and frank were back at frank's apartment in the "dorm." Vinnie had secured frank's wrists to the bed, and this time, because frank kept on talking about his father and Vinnie, Vinnie gagged him. frank felt his cock growing as vinnie was stroking his torso through his shirt. He hadn't opened frank's shirt yet, but had been pinching each nipple with a bit of the fabric, making frank moan each time. "Move your head frankie. Don't make me... crush the eggs." "mmmmmmmmmmmmph" frank did what he was told, and he felt Vinnie's tongue begin lapping over his neck, then his ear, and then get replaced by little nibbles together with Vinnie's end of the day stubble. frank writhed underneath him as he moaned. "OH. My frankie likes that doesn't he..." Now Vinnie began opening frank's shirt. His mouth switched to frank's torso, and he kissed it from top to bottom, coming back to frank's nipples. He licked them until they were very very moist. Then, he closed his teeth on each one, chewing. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH" was all frank could muster. He knew the bonds were too strong for him to break, and he wasn't sure he wanted to. As Vinnie passed his hand over frank's chest, he smiled. "Ya know frankie boy, since I can't keep my hands off you, we're gonna need that second day if nothing else... for a weekly shaving. You're not keeping up with it. "No sir..." frank tried to get out through the gag. Vinnie smiled. "You're gonna be MUCH sexier to the guys you want if you shave frankie. But enough talk. Don't make me waste those pills. They're freakin expensive." frank closed his eyes. It had been a while since Vinnie's long, probing cock had been in him and he wanted it. He NEEDED it. His shoes, his pants, his thong, they all went off. Vinnie smiled when he took off the thong. "This is coming home with me, sexy boy. " He held it to his nose and smiled. "AHHHHHHHHHHH. It's perverse, but put it in a bag. I'll think of my frankie. My frankie with his big, luscious mancunt. LIFT EM BOY." frank bent his knees and lifted up his legs. He saw Vinnie spit in his hand, and then rub that all over his cock. Soon, frankie felt that piercing stab of Vinnie's cock, probing. "You like that boy , don't ya ? You like my old man cock up your ass." "yes sir.. YES SIR" frank was trying to moan out an answer as Vinnie's cock went deeper and deeper. "Why do I have to see other people?" frank was thinking "Will they feel as good?" The two pills were kicking in big time, and frank could feel the pure solid thrusts going deeper and deeper. He almost wanted to cry, it felt so good. He had never known Vinnie to slide back and forth as fast as he was sliding now, and then... the gush of Vinnie's cum in him and Vinnie's smile, through closed eyes. He looked at frank, and pulled off the gag. "Kiss me, fucktoi." "yes mmmmmmmmmmmmm" Vinnie covered frank's mouth with his, and pressed down on him. frank's cock, trapped between the two of them, couldn't hold back anymore and he began to shoot: at least twice and maybe three times what Vinnie had just shot. Vinnie smiled and kissed frankie again. "I'm gonna get myself cleaned up now sweetheart." "You're not staying Sir?" "No, not tonight. BUT... since it's a start, tomorrow, we're going out you and I. The bars are less crowded on Mondays, and it'll be much easier. " He looked at the prone frank and smiled. "frankie boy, you're comin' out!"
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Vinnie had told frank to "dress sexy" for the bar. frank looked around at his clothes: he found a tight, midnight blue polo shirt that showed off his muscles, and the tightest jeans he had. "Ya look good frankie," Vinnie said, when he drove up to the "dorm" to pick him up. "Where are we going Sir?" frank asked. "Well, there are a lot of bars in this city frankie. Some are rough, some aren't, some are for pros, some are for beginners. We're going to a beginner's place: it's called Willie's." frank laughed. "Willies. Like 'wet your willie." "Depends on what you wet it with frankie." When they got to the bar, it wasn't overcrowded, but there were enough people to offer a wide assortment. "Now look around Vinnie. Everyone has a 'type'. You gotta start determining what you like and don't like. If you want muscle guys like you, well, we gotta go somewhere else." "No, this is fine Sir. It's... it's just sex, not marriage, isn't that what you said?" Vinnie smiled. "It is." He found them a table. "How's about you take your first test. " He handed frank a 20. "Get a beer for me, a soda or whatever you want for you. Give the bartender 3 bucks. He'll be your friend for the night." "Yes sir. " frank went off to the bar. When he came back with the drinks: Vinnie was gone. "What the....." frank was thinking. He felt his cell phone buzz. He put down the drinks and saw a message from Vinnie. "Good luck tonight. You'll be fine. If you're not, text me or call me. I'll be back to pick you up. Text me at 11 anyway." "OH SHIT" frank thought. "I'm on my own in a gay bar. What the...." "Excuse me. Looks like your friend left. Is one of those drinks available?" frank heard a voice from behind him and turned. He was looking at a handsome Latino guy, with a complexion like milky coffee, a toned body, and a big smile. "I'm Luis. No one should drink alone." "Hi Luis. I'm frank." "Nice to meet you. Shall we sit. And can I talk you into that drink?" frank smiled and handed him the beer. frank heard the "woofs" as guys walked by, and he saw the smiles. But he also felt Luis run his foot up his leg. "You look scared to death frank. I promise: I only bite if you ask." frank laughed. "I'm very new to this Luis. I've... I've only had one relationship." Luis smiled. "Well, maybe it's time to double that number, Frank."