Clean Faces

"I like your place; it's pretty nice." Wendell said, looking to Francis. Wendell's face was freshly cleaned and he was naked, crouching on the floor next to the skin of the woman he'd just taken off. The girls they'd borrowed for their spooky escapade were dancers from the gentleman's club next to the truckstop by the highway. Francis had picked up the two after last night, when Wendell had suggested to give Walt Cosgrove a little payback for all the shouting and berating of innocent students each week. Wendell wasn't exactly sure how Francis had managed to get the two women, and initially had reservations about using the two until Francis made it clear that they'd made some vulgar slurs at him in the parking lot.

"It's ok. Costs a grand each month. That's half of what my dad sends." Francis said while scrubbing his face in the mirror. His real face was exposed and the hollow head of...whatever her name was, hung off his neck. His apartment wasn't luxurious, but it was nice. Much, much nicer than Wendell's tiny dorm room anyway.

"2 Grand a month? So, are you like...rich?"

Francis just laughed a bit getting the last of the black makeup away from his face. "No," he said, "but my dad does well. He dotes on his only son." He said tossing a small cotton pad into the trash. "But he still thinks he's getting grandchildren if you take my meaning."

"Oh..sorry?"

"Uhh...no-I mean he's not mean or anything. It's just that when he looks at me...," Francis turned to Wendell and put his hand on his female hip, "...he doesn't see it. You know?"

"Oh. So, what about your mom?"

"Uhh...they're not together," Francis said with a wave of his hand. "I haven't seen her in years."

Wendell watched Francis turn back to the mirror and make one last inspection of his face. The woman's body was quite petite and due to the close skin tones, Francis' head almost looked natural atop her body. Wendell sat back on the floor and admired the way Francis checked his brows, looked under his chin and made sure his face was clear of makeup.

"What?" Francis was looking at Wendell through the mirror. Wendell stood and made his way behind Francis and put his arms around him. He began to kiss the Francis' neck near the hairline.

"Oh?" Francis said, crossing his arms and leaning back into Wendell. He could feel Wendell's erection pressing on him from behind. "Well, why I don't up just pull this up then-" Wendell's hand reached up and stopped him from pulling up the woman's face.

"No," Wendell said casually. "Just...leave it."

"Really?" Francis said with a chuckle. "Ok."

Wendell continued to kiss Francis' neck and then began to reach up to the woman's breasts. A soft moan came from Francis lips just as Wendell worked his way over his ear. Wendell kissed his way across to Francis' lips and began play with his tongue. Francis broke away. "Not here," he said with a faint chuckle. "My bed."

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Francis' bedroom was messy like most students' and mostly taken up by the bed. He was on top of Wendell and they were kissing. He stopped and leaned back a bit from Wendell's face. "Now lets see," he pulled Wendell's right hand down to his borrowed pussy, "if I can get the whole experience this time." Wendell could feel that he was already fairly wet from the makeout session. He spread the girl's lips and felt around for a bit. His own experience told him roughly where to go and soon Francis had stopped kissing him to shut his eyes and make small gasps and moans.

"Yeah," Francis said. "That seems like the spot." Wendell rolled Francis over and got on top of him. He started kissing his way down, past the collar bone, and stopping at each nipple for a brief suck, and then worked all the way down Francis. He started kissing the skin around his thighs and then got further and further in until his tongue was inside, working the girl's clit. "OH. Yeah....that's pretty good alright." Francis was squeezing his tits and had his eyes shut. His thighs beginning to close around Wendell's head involuntarily. Without pulling his head back, Wendell rolled his eyes up to look at Francis.

Francis still had his eyes closed, was biting his lower lip and started blowing out hot breaths out forcefully. "Mmmm....oooo....ahhh...." Wendell was getting very carried away and really worked into Francis. After a short exhale Francis threw back his head and put a hand up to cover his mouth. "MRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!"

Francis writhed for a bit and the pulled his hand down from his mouth. "Ok...ok...ah...sensitive." He had to pull Wendell's head away. "Ah...geez....wow." He said laughing.

"Pretty good, right?" Wendell said giddily.

"Oh," Francis chuckled, "yes it was. God, it got really tight too." He said feeling his pussy. "The muscles are all clenched," he said, exploring with his fingers. "Why don't you climb up here?"

Wendell climbed up to his face and started kissing Francis once more. They lay chest to chest and Wendell could feel the woman's tits pressing back on him. He positioned him self between Francis' legs and gripped his cock. He felt around and eventually started his way inside Francis, when Francis started making a pained face.

"Am I hurting you?"

"No-uh yeah. It...feels kinda...good actually. Stretching. MMMmmmm."

Wendell kept going and started thrusting, and Francis looked into his eyes. Francis was tight, warm and his breath in Wendell's face was hot. He kissed Francis lips and Francis started pulling am close as he could. Francis' arms around him squeezed him tighter and tighter. Francis eventually put one hand higher and buried his face into Wendell's neck. "Ah..ah...hahhh...ah"

Wendell started to orgasm, and Francis could feel it. He started gripping with his thighs and trying to get Wendell as deep as he could. Francis chuckled a bit. "I didn't even do that on purpose. It just...happened. You really do just want that as deep as possible."

Wendell was breathing hard. He leaned back a bit, still inside Francis, to look him in the eye. "Even when you're...not a...woman?"

"Yes," Francis said grinning and running a dainty finger through Wendell's hair. "Maybe a little later we can try that out."

"I think," Wendell said with a few chuckling kisses to Francis' neck, "we should try everything."