Frank was 16 when he first did anything beyond drunken groping with a boy.

The guys' name was Ryan, and Frank had fallen into lust at first sight pretty darn quickly. Ryan was the mysterious older boy at the record store, who wore copious amounts of scarves with an old ratty newspaper boy cap. Ryan was beautiful, beautiful in a way a guy shouldn't be, but somehow he managed to pull it off.

Ryan and Frank had started talking one rainy Saturday afternoon, both reaching for the same Green Day record. Frank had blushed profusely, and stammered out an apology, using 'um' and 'er' in much the same was a prepubescent girl would.

Ryan had simply smirked a wolfish smirk, and engaged Frank in a hearty discussion, debating the merits of family owned record stores over the corporate chain superstores.

Frank was pretty much in love now.

Ryan and Frank became friends pretty rapidly, both discovering they had 'loads in common, oh my gosh!'

And Ryan was the first out and proud gay guy Frank had ever really taken an interest in. Most of Franks drunken gropes had been with straight guys, 'experimenting with Frank because he looks like a lesbian, and lesbians are hot shit'.
Frank was pretty sure he didn't actually look like a lesbian, what with the chunky, stocky build and the badly cut fauxhauk. Maybe it was his height, he was probably shorter than most girls his age.

So eventually Frank had said to Ryan, after lots of coaxing with marshmallow fluff and Mountain Dew that he might actually, kind of maybe, might like cock a TINY TINY bit.

Ryan simply glanced at Frank, from under his eyelashes (how he actually achieved this, and looked sexy at the same time Frank had no idea. Everytime he tried it, he looked like a twat)

Then, with what Frank can only describe as a feline leap, Ryan launched himself onto Frank, and firmly attached their mouths in a searing kiss.

Frank forgot how to breathe, and how to move his mouth.

He sat there for a minute or two, Hot-ass-Ryan attacking his mouth with hot-ass-kisses, and he did nothing.

Nothing.

Ryan grew impatient, his hands becoming more insistent on Franks hips, rubbing coaxing circles on the revealed skin. Frank thus remembered, 'Oh yeah, I have a tongue. I should be using it to kiss the shit out of the beautiful boy on my lap' and gave as good as he got.

Frank sucked Ryan's tongue into his mouth, gently massaging it with his own, until his chest constricted and his lungs began to burn. Frank then trained his attention on the soft expanse of skin revealed by Ryan's excessively low V-neck, sucking deep purple bruises into the pale skin.

Ryan moaned like a two-dollar whore. Frank liked this shit.

Three days later, Frank got a text from Ryan, announcing that since he was going to college in Nevada that fall, they should probably call of, their little… Hell, Frank didn't even know what they had. They just sucked face.

Come to think of it, Frank couldn't remember actually talking to Ryan since he had admitted he had feelings of a sexual nature towards humans with a dick.

So, that particular chapter in Franks end was short, but sweet as fuck. Frank still jerks off to the memory of Ryan's skin-and-bone body, and the way his spidery, musical fingers wrapped around his cock, jerking him off slow and sweet.

Frank would probably always be a little bit in love with Ryan.

So now, Mikey knew that Frank was a 'cocksucker'. Mikey had been an ass about it, as expected.

That very moment, Mikey had skipped into Frank's bedroom, and flopped down onto the bed, crossing his legs. Mikey's legs were very, very long; and very, very thin. The kind of legs girls cry about. Frank didn't lie to himself, he was insanely jealous of Mikey's lanky, 70 foot tall frame. Mikey, the vain fucker that he was, preened everytime Frank made wistful comments, stating something along the lines of 'I know, I'm fabulous darling' or 'Don't hate me 'cus I'm cute'.

Frank was still convinced Mikey was not 100% straight. He just had yet to claw it out of the lanky boy.

Gerard however, always scoffed whenever Frank mentioned being jealous of Mikey's frame.

"Frankie, Mikey's a bean pole. There's nothing to grab!"

Frank always blushed insanely whenever Gerard spoke about his body, despite knowing that Gerard was in a committed relationship with his boyfriend of 3 years, Jay; and would never look twice at a chubby 18 year old like Frank.

Gerard was Mikey's 23 year old brother, and Frank had been infatuated with Gerard ever since he stumbled into Mikey's room when Frank and Mikey were 14, Gerard was 19, demanding that Mikey give him his Texas Chainsaw Massacre DVD back "RIGHT THE FUCK NOW MIKES, OR I SWEAR"

He was wearing nothing but a pair of old torn grey sweatpants, hanging dangerously low on his slightly feminine hips. Frank had idreams/i about Gerard's hips. Hell, Frank pretty much came to the idea of slamming into those hips, balls-deep in Gerard's ass every time he wacked off in the shower, feeling guilty for using all the hot water but somehow not bringing himself to care i too /i much.

Frank and Gerard had been, well not i friends /i per say, but pleasant acquaintances for a number of years, until Frank broke up with Ryan. Gerard had taken Frank under his wing, like the mother hen he is, and given him this big rant about how 'boys are so stupid, honey. So beautifully fuckable, but so undeniably stupid', and fed him ice cream.

Gerard was pretty much Franks best friend now, excluding Mikey.

Gerard was also Frank's main source of jerk-off material.

Gerard sucking on a pencil, Gerard staring at a drawing, open mouthed and unfocussed, Gerard moaning whilst biting into a particulally cheesy pizza, or that first morning coffee. Gerard with his crooked mouth curved around the end of a cigarette.

Frank had it i bad /i