The remainder of the drive back to the house was uneventful with the two men sharing their best pick up lines with one another, with Franky’s personal favorite being “you may fall from the sky, you may fall from a tree, but the best way to fall is in love with me.”

Mikey also found it to be an impressive pick up line and added it to his mental note of lines to use. It was also during this time that Mikey realized that Franky’s game was intimidating and in no way a match for his own game. Mikey was good at getting the girls, but lately his attempts have all come short; he’d have to get some pointers from the cringy, sex manic.

The two decided to take a break at the house before picking up the boys from the after party. They decided the best way to unwind was to have a couple drinks, and a couple drinks turned into a couple more followed by a couple more. Before they knew it, they were both drunk.

With a slur Franky decided to make another move on Mikey. “I want to see what you’re hiding under there. I’ll show you mine first if that makes you feel more comfortable.”

Franky was referring to his tattoo for now, but planned to ask for more. Franky unfastened his belt and lowered his jeans to expose the gallow brand he was given by the french prison system. It was a bit messed up, but there was no denying what it was.

Mikey responded by taking off his gloves to reveal his tattooed hands. Franky knew instantly what the marks meant, but he had no intentions of revealing this information to anyone else as the man in front of him would easily off him.

Franky lifted a brow, “now that’s interesting. While my belt is off, is there anything else you want to see or are you afraid I’m working with more than what you have?”

“I told you I’m not into men.”

“You don’t have to be into men to have a good time. I can give you an experience you won’t forget.”

“You talk big game. If you want to show me what you can do, then let's do this. If I like it I’m just going to blame it on the alcohol.”

“Sounds like a deal to me.”

This wasn’t Franky’s first straight man, and he knew he had to take his time. It was one thing to get Mikey to agree to have sex with him, but it was going to take skill to convince him to bottom.

Franky took his time as he took the rest of his clothes off. He wanted to make a show of it. It wasn’t every day a straight man looked at your body like you were a piece of meat, and Franky was loving every second of it.

He then took even longer to strip Mikey. This would be Mikey’s last chance to get away before things got serious. With all their garments thrown to the side, Franky greedly looked at the man in front of him. It was going to be a pleasure to take him from behind.

However, Franky knew he couldn’t go straight for the back because that would just scare his new prey off. Instead, he settled for an appetizer.

He cautiously grabbed the stiff member between Mikey’s legs and gave it a few strokes to test the water. Mikey let out a throaty groan at the touch. It had been way too long since someone had touched him there, and it was a shame he was desperate enough to accept the touch of another man.

Mikey threw his head back as he gave into his pleasure. Franky took this as a go ahead and slowly took the tip of Mikey’s cock into his mouth. With the tip in his mouth, he ran his tongue over the slit, savoring the taste of the precum that was leaking out.

Franky’s next move was something he considered his special skill. He took all of Mikey’s length into his mouth with one swift movement. Mikey’s cock was lodged deep in his throat, and Franky let out a small hum that would make any man weak.

Mikey groaned at the sensation. It was something he had never experienced before and he enjoyed it, but he wasn’t going to admit that to Franky later.

Satisfied with himself, Franky began to bob up and down Mikey’s cock. He vigorously worked the dick as if it was last meal. Mikey wasn’t a huge fan of the quick movements and wanted him to slow down. Instead of vocalizing this wish, he grabbed Franky by his hair and forced him to slow down.

Franky accepted the request and slowed his pace down. Now was also a good time to sneak a finger near Mikey’s hole. Franky moved his hand to Mikey's rear and began circling a finger around the entrance. He could feel Mikey tense at the sensation, and wondered if Mikey was going to allow him to go further.

Although Mikey wasn’t interested in men, he would be lying if he said he wasn’t interested in what it was like. He was even a bit curious what it felt like to be penetrated. He was drunk after all. He could write off any of his reactions to the alcohol.

With no objections to the presence of his finger, Franky decided it would be a good idea to slick a finger up with his own saliva and work his way into the grown man. He wanted this to be pleasurable for both of them, and the last thing he needed to do was make it painful.

There was no way to get rid of all the pain and Mikey let out a yelp as Franky worked a finger into him. Mikey didn’t like the feeling at all and tried to move away from the sensation.

“Relax. It gets better. I promise. You just need to stick it out for a bit.