“Sure,” he replied. “Just give me a minute.”
Frank spat into his hand and used the saliva to coat Brandon’s cock.
“You don’t pre-cum much, do you?” he said.
“I don’t pre-cum at all,” Brandon replied.
“Really?” said Frank. “I thought all men did.”
“Not me.”
Frank slid into the seat beside Brandon and turned on his side, pressing Brandon against the door. With a small degree of discomfort, Brandon was able to find the door handle and open it, giving himself room to manoeuvre. He reached down and pressed his cock against Frank’s arsehole. It slipped in with little difficulty and once he was all the way inside, he wrapped his arms around Frank’s torso as best he could and began thrusting.