Billy was solid, but Frank had expected that. He was a lean boy, fit, and almost Frank's height. But Frank had practice on moving people, and equally as much holding them up while he did things like this.

He let go of one of Billy's thighs long enough to line himself up, and he let Billy's weight sink him down. He was still a little tight, but not unpleasantly. Frank felt the urge to ramp up, to really go hard, but he bit it back with a groan that he buried into Billy's throat.

A couple slightly desperate moves and Billy's own weight had him sunk in in short order.