"Greedy," Frank teased, but he'd give him more. It burrowed under his skin now, that urge, that drive. He pressed Billy up against the wall, better leverage and support as he pressed in all the way, buried himself right to the hilt and groaned at the delicious heat of him.

They were going to gather a crowd. Frank couldn't find that he cared. Instead, he kissed Billy's hair and let him hide in his neck, gripped his thighs and moved him. Mostly he kept his hips where they were, steady and straight, and just moved Billy, rocking him intently. Using him. What a filthy thought, that this lovely young man was perfect to use as some sort of masturbation sleeve.