Itten's Sexcapades

"I actually agree with you," Trevor whispered in his ear as they danced. They were at Santiago's party, grinding together to the beat playing. "He is pretty, I never noticed."

Frankie closed his eyes and leaned back against Trevor's muscular chest, he lost himself in the music then opened his eyes when he felt someone watching him. It was Hank, he winked at him and continued dancing.

The majority of the people were eating at the party. Only a couple people danced with the two men. None were watching them or Hank get lost in a heated exchange.

Hank felt the blood rush to his face as he watched Frankie and Trevor dance. Hank stared at the two hot men and felt his cock harden.

Frankie watched as his new friend struggled to maintain his composure. He saw the tortured man eventually escape to the outside. Unable to resist he followed, leaving Trevor with his friends.

"Hey," Frankie said softly then he opened a bottle of beer. Hank was sitting on a bench facing the backyard. Frankie leaned against the wall next to him.

"Hello again," Hank responded with a smile. Frankie glanced at him then back to his beer, suddenly feeling shy.

"How was the rest of your day?" Hank asked and that's as far as they got when Santiago and Lady joined.

"It was good," Frankie replied.

"Did you guys get a cookie?" Santiago interrupted, glaring a bit at Hank. It confused Hank, he didn't know he was Frankie's Daddy. "They're so good."

"I haven't," Hank responded and Frankie nodded yes, Santiago's friend Lady had made them and already offered him one. "I probably should, this is my second drink."

He eyed it suspiciously, like he wasn't the one to fill it. The other two were unaware that Lady had left him the bottle earlier. She offered a plate of cookies and he grabbed one.

"Sounds like you need help with that," Frankie offered. He grabbed the glass after Hank handed it to him and drank in one swallow. Hank easily refilled it.

Frankie pulled out a joint and lit it so he could also eventually pig out. He passed it to Lady who took two hits then passed it to Santiago, he passed to Hank, without hitting it. Hank took a small puff, then returned it to Frankie.

Lady and Santiago steered the conversation from there, Hank joining in and Frankie mostly listening as he smoked.

Frankie kept his eyes on Hank, but occasionally glanced at Santiago. He hadn't said much about his history with Hank. After a torturous 15 minutes Frankie had enough of the talkative two and invited Hank to go for a walk. Santiago had a huge back yard that trailed into a forest. It didn't take them long to disappear from the house's view.

"Why did I feel Santiago trying to murder me with his eyeballs?" Hank asked his new lover. Frankie blushed, he knew Santiago didn't mean anything by it, but he still wondered if he was jealous of his new playmate.

He took too long to answer so Hank stopped him by grabbing him and pressing the smaller man against a tree. He kissed him then pressed against his throat. "Tell your master."

"He's my daddy," Frankie whimpered.

Hank was taken aback, while he didn't think Trevor was the one Frankie was calling Daddy he didn't expect it to be Santiago. How many partners did this boy have? Hank wondered.

"Does Daddy give you any rules?" he asked first.

"Rules?" Frankies asked, then thought. "Just to let him know if I'm going to fuck someone and to listen if he tells me not to."

Hank thought as he continued to hold Frankie against the tree. He didn't tell him to not call anyone else Daddy, he noted. Frankie whimpered underneath him, interrupting the silence. Hank let go of his neck and kissed him again. Then asked what he wanted to know.

"How many people are you currently fucking?"

"Thre-, uh two," he miscounted, his face filled with blood as he blushed again. Hank pressed his lips against his. He grabbed Frankie's legs and lifted him. Frankie wrapped his legs around the tall man.

"Three," Hank broke the kiss to agree. "If you'll have me, my little sub."

Frankie nodded and eagerly kissed his new partner, then Hank pulled away again.

"You're going to have to follow my rules." He warned and Frankie nodded and waited for the follow up explanation. "I don't care if you fuck someone, I'll ask if I want an update, but I want you to text me everyday, at least once. Especially since I won't be here to check on you, that's rule one got it?"

"Ok," Frankie agreed, that seemed easy enough. Then Hank continued.

"We need a safe word, do you have one?"

"No, stop doesn't work?" Frankie was puzzled.

"Not if you want to roleplay with me," Hank said, then added, "Only if you want, I like to play rough, so if you want you can pretend to say stop and I'll continue anyway."

"Oh, sounds fun," Frankie said as he thought about it.

"What about frito?" Hank suggested and Frankie nodded in agreement. "So, my second rule is that you use that when I push you too far, ok?"

"Ok." Frankie said.

"If we do breath play then pinch me, alright?" Hank prompted and Frankie agreed again. Hank kissed him, then decided to tell him the truth.

"You're my second partner," he confessed. Frankie looked surprised, but simply nodded.

"Tell me more later," Frankie whispered, then arched his back to push his groin into Hank's. His intentions are clear. Hank groaned and put down his new boyfriend to undress him.

Hank started on the Kitten's shirt and sweater and then opened his pants as well. Hank stopped to open his own and pulled out his cock as Frankie pulled his pants off.

Hank pushed the man back against the tree and let his hands roam his boy's body. Frankie grinned back against him. Hank loved the feeling of his boyfriend rubbing against him.

Hank lifted his new boyfriend up and Hank's cock slid between the Kitten's butt cheeks. Frankie reached down to guide him in. They both groaned with pleasure as Hank's dick rubbed against Frankie's hole and slid in.

"Yes, please fuck me, Master," the boy begged. Hank paused and grabbed the boy by the throat, he squeezed it to tell him to shut it.

"Fuck, you're so loud kitten," Hank scowled, "beg me, baby."

"Please, Master, please fuck my little hole." Frankie groaned and whimpered, desperate to be filled.

"Third rule, Frankie," Hank started "You do what I say, as soon as I say it, agreed?"

"I agree, Master," Frankie said and he pondered what Hank would tell him. He lost focus, though, as Hank pushed in and they both groaned with pleasure.

"Call me Daddy," he ordered. "Like you do for Santiago."

"Yes, daddy." Frankie complied and Hank began to thrust harder a change Frankie liked.

"If only I had met you before he did," he lamented, he slowed down then kissed Frankie's neck.

"I can still call you daddy," Frankie said. "If you don't like Master."

"No, I like it," Hank reassured him. "I'll be your Master Daddy."

"Yes, Daddy." Frankie agreed. He felt compelled to do anything Hank asked him, he wasn't sure why but he knew he would be rewarded.

Frankie let out a whine while Hank's cock still stretched him. Hank placed a hand on his neck and started to move his hips again.

Then Hank pulled out to turn Frankie around, he pushed him to kneel down and without asking he pushed his cock to the man's lips. Frankie sucked him down, making his Master moan. Hank pulled on his hair to yank him back.

"Who's cock are you sucking?" he questioned.

"Daddy's," he answered quickly.

"Good boy," Hank fed his cock again.

Frankie took his cock into his throat, as deep as he could. Hank used his grip on his hair to drive his cock in over and over.

"If you want to cum, Kitten," Hank started. "Then you'll have to do it by humping my leg."

He moved his leg forward between Frankie's knees. Frankie moved closer and up onto Hank's foot so that his cock lined up with Hank's shin. His cockhead rubbed against his Master's jeans. He thrusted a few times seeing how it felt.

"But Daddy, I don't know if I -," Frankie started to whine, pulling himself off of Hank's dick, but Hank pulled him back, cutting him off.

"No buts, greedy Kitten." Hank commanded as he put himself back in Frankie's mouth and continued choking the bottom with his throbbing shaft.

It was rough but his dick was leaking and desperate for attention so he started humping his leg faster. He found a pace that felt surprisingly good. That and the combination of the loss of control made Frankie's reach a new level of pleasure.

Hank loved watching his desperate sub hump at his leg. He moaned louder as he reached his end. Cumming straight into Frankie's mouth. Frankie gulped it down and lapped at each drop that poured out of Hank's urethra.

Hank groaned deeply in relief, feeling his boy's tongue on the head of his dick. He looked down and watched as his cum hit Frankie's lips and cheeks.

Frankie sped up his own movement on Hank's leg and let his pleasure overtake him. His cock spurted cum onto his stomach, Hank's jean covered leg, and shoe.

Hank pulled his foot back and saw the semen on his shoe. He looked at Frankie then back to his shoe with a raised eyebrow. He tapped his foot against the ground, waiting but not asking for what he clearly wanted.

Frankie smirked and wiped it with his finger then put it in his mouth. With a pop he released his finger from his lips. He stood and Hank smirked back at him and pulled him into a kiss.

Hank tucked himself back in then lowered himself to his knees and licked up the lines of cum on his kitten's stomach. Frankie put his hand lightly on his head, to stabilize himself rather than control Hank.

Hank finished then handed the smaller man his clothes from off the ground as he stood back up.

"Thank you, Master Daddy," Frankie said, dusting off his clothes then pulling them on.

They kissed and made out for a couple minutes, they both were still in an afterglow from their orgasms.

"Do you have a name for Trevor?" Hank asked.

"Lover," Frankie replied. "He's my baby."

Frankie loved to top Trevor and often it was Trevor calling him daddy. They stayed a bit then walked back to the party.