Part IV - Chapter 17

After that night when Mr. Fotia told me to leave, I felt completely crushed.

I got home and was greeted by a happy Nia, but I just wanted to go straight to my room and sulk, which is what I ended up doing. Nia would check on me from time to time, asking if I needed anything and offering her shoulder to lean on if I needed it.

I really loved her. She was a true friend who I treasured, and I even thought to myself; maybe it's best that Mr. Fotia and I weren't meant to be, so that I could have Nia in my life like this.

But I couldn't help but still think about him, and still have such strong feelings for him. I really liked him, but he didn't like me back, did he?

Of course he didn't… He pulled away from our kiss because he was disgusted with me.

I sighed before turning over onto my side to face the wall. But… Why did he touch me back when I came onto him? Why did he kiss me back? If he didn't like me… Then why didn't he immediately stop me?

It was just breaking my heart even more to keep thinking about it, so I decided that I would try my best to rather focus on my interview in the following week.

I decided that I wouldn't tell Nia about it—after all, it was nothing more than a silly one-sided crush that wasn't meant to be… Right?

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I read more of the book Mr. Fotia gave me. I had to go back and read a bit of what I already read to remember what was happening. I came to the part in the story where Theodore becomes injured by a bullet to his arm, which reminded me of Mr. Fotia, and how he had been shot as well before—in the leg. I continued to read as Theodore finds a house where he could tend to his wounds, and runs into a young German woman who's around the same age as him. She's scared, but he assures her that he's not there to hurt her, he just wants to remove the bullet and treat his wound because it hurts. He's not really concerned about dying, as he knows that a bullet wound like this won't kill him—it just fucking hurts.

The woman's name is Hanna, and she helps Theodore and treats his wounds, and though she's not very experienced medically, she helps remove the bullet and cleans the wound before bandaging Theodore up. The two seem to do a lot of talking as Hanna helps him, and it seemed that this was the first time in the story I saw Theodore actually seem to show any kind of emotion, or speak more than a sentence to someone. The two seem to be able to connect easily and share a similar kind of past. They seem to like each other, but are hesitant to say anything about it—so Theodore simply thanks Hanna before leaving.

That was all I had read until it was time to focus on other things, such as work. The next week, I flew out to San Francisco, where I had a photoshoot and that interview with Roberto Garcia, a somewhat famous HueToober. I asked Chance as to how I should act, since I've never done an interview before, other than for my job at the grocery store. His advice was that I should just let loose and be myself, yet be professional at the same time. I was confused as to how I could be both at the same time, but he assured me that I'd be able to handle it, and I really hoped that he was right.

I was getting used to staying in hotels, something about having a place to stay without the hassle of having to clean was great for me. I liked cleaning after myself, but it wasn't exactly something I had in mind while I was out somewhere far away from home. I had much more important matters to deal with.

So here I finally was, dressed up in some trendy clothes provided by one of my sponsors, ready for my very first interview. I arrived at the address where I was told to go, and I ended up at a beautiful looking mediterranean style house, surrounded by palm trees with a giant pool out front. It was a gorgeous home, the kind of home my mom would see in the lottery flyers we'd get in the mail and express how much she would love to live in if she won. One day, when I'm really famous and rich, I'll be sure to buy a beautiful home for my parents.

I called up the number that I was supposed to call when I arrived. It was Roberto Garcia's assistant, the person who actually spoke to me before and told me that Roberto asked for me to be on his show. I was slightly perplexed that his assistant asked me instead of himself personally, and even more perplexed that a HueToober would even have an assistant in the first place.

His assistant answered the door and greeted me, and she was a cute young woman with her face done fully with heavy makeup. She led me to Roberto's studio as I admired how beautifully decorated the home was. It truly looked like one of those vacation homes on those interior decorating shows on TV. His studio was upstairs in the loft, and the assistant led me up a spiral staircase to get up there.

There was reggaeton music blasting from a speaker as a fit bearded man wearing sunglasses, a colorful tank top and cargo shorts bobbing his head to the music as he was checking his phone. A giant green screen was up against the wall and two director chairs were in front, with cameras pointing at them.

"Mr. Garcia, Mr. Vale is here," the assistant said, making me do a double-take at being referred to as Mr. Vale. Roberto looked up and smiled at us. "Ah. Thanks, doll," he said as she walked up to him and kissed him on the cheek as he slapped her ass, making me look away and awkwardly scratch my neck.

The assistant left the studio and Roberto smiled at me, holding out his hand as he walked towards me. "Welcome to The Roberto Garcia Show, Cody Vale. I'm glad you agreed to come on the show."

I nodded and gave a little smile. "Thank you so much for asking me to come on your show. It's an honour to be given this opportunity."

He laughed. "Loosen up, no need to be so professional. On my show, it's all chill vibes. So just kick back for now and I'll set up the cameras," he said as he went over to fix the cameras as I sat myself down on the eccentrically printed purple couch.

"Okay, so I'm gonna do my intro and everything, then I'll introduce you, and all you have to do is come on here and sit in the chair across from me," he said. "Sound good?"

"Yeah, I got it," I said. Roberto checked all the cameras to make sure they were all in the right positions before he went to check something on his computer. He began to record before making his way over to the chair in front of the green screen, smiling at the main camera. "Hello, weekly viewers! Welcome to the Roberto Garcia Show, hosted by me, your favourite Hispanic Hottie Host. For today's video we have the guy who went viral for modeling both male and female wear in multiple ads and magazines, Cody Vale."

He clapped as I made my way over to the seat across from him. I hope he edits an actual crowd applause in the final cut…

I sat down and nodded with a smile at the camera. "I'm so happy to be here. Thanks for having me," I said, trying to sound as enthusiastic as I possibly could. It felt a bit unnatural to me, but I told myself that I should at least try to make a good impression.

"No problem, I actually had a lot of my viewers send me your photos on social media and ask me to interview you. It's pretty dope that you could pull off both male and female clothes. It's a pretty rare thing to see, but how do you feel about it?"

I smiled and decided to just be honest. "Well, I like the way that I look, both as a male or a female. I like being mysterious and having people question my gender. Honestly, it's flattering," I said. "I'm really happy that a lot of people like the way I look as much as I do," I finished with a slight giggle.

"That's great, honestly. But you must get a lot of backlash for it too, don't you?"

I nodded. "Oh, yeah. But I don't really care about the negative shit people have to say—" I then stopped talking for a moment. "Sorry, am I allowed to swear?"

Roberto laughed. "Yeah, of course. I'll probably censor it, though. You know how HueToob is with taking down videos for too much profanity," he said as he rolled his eyes. "Anyways, go on."

"I don't care about the negative feedback I get, but I listen to genuine constructive criticism that I feel that I agree with and could work on. I listen to what people have to say, but I don't care for any 'criticisms' that are just attempts to hurt my feelings." It's true, I thought to myself. I never really cared about people who would try to bully me. I never listened to what they had to say, and I didn't let it affect me.

"That's a good mindset to have," Roberto said with an enthusiastic nod. "How do your friends and family feel about it?"

I sighed. "Well, my best friend Nia is really supportive of me and anything I do, so I'm grateful for that. My brother, Nathan, he's been really supportive, too." I took a moment to think. "Um… My parents, I've never really talked about it with them. It's never really come up in our conversations, but they don't seem to be angry with me or anything, I mean I talked to them last night." I chuckled.

"Well, I'm sure if they seem fine, they must be okay with it, yeah? By the way, you're not really used to fame yet, huh? A lot of your female fangirls are wondering if you'd ever date them. They think something about the way you pull off a skirt is hot. Would you ever date a female fan?" He asked me.

I scratched my head. "Well, I wouldn't date a female, period."

"Oh? You play for the other team, then? Interesting," Roberto said, a bit surprised.

It only hit me then that I never publicly said that I was gay. I always assumed that other people would just somehow know by seeing me in a skirt. "Well, I suppose this is my coming out, then. Yeah, I'm gay," I said with a sure nod.

"Well, congratulations. It takes a lot of courage to say that. This is the first time I've ever had someone come out on my show," Roberto said excitedly. "I mean, I'm not gay myself, but I consider myself to be an LGBTQ plus ally. I'm sure what you're doing is really inspiring."

I never really thought much about involvement in the LGBTQ community, it wasn't like I was openly gay growing up, and I was pretty lucky that I didn't experience any discrimination so far in my life because of my sexuality. I was just a guy who secretly liked guys. Maybe I was just privileged and lucky—but at that moment, it got me thinking that I should be doing more for the community.

"Sorry to all the Cody fangirls! Anyway, now that you've established your sexuality, may I ask if you're single? Not asking for me, but let me just say if I swung that way, then I would be," he said before winking at the camera.

I took a moment to sigh and think. "Uh, well I am single, but… I have my eye on someone. It's someone who's been on my mind a lot lately?"

"Oh? A fellow model?"

I shook my head. "No, he's… Just a normal guy. But I like him a lot, but I don't think he likes me back," I said shyly before looking away. Oh, Mr. Fotia…

"Pfft. Look at you, man! You're a freakin' model. I can tell you, you even got me, a straight dude, feeling some kinda way, alright?" He said, making me giggle a bit. "Seriously. Don't be so hard on yourself. Just ask him, man. If he's a nice guy, I'm sure whatever the outcome will be won't be as bad as you think."

He continued to talk on and on and changed the subject to ask about different things about me, but all I could think about was what he said. Just ask him. It's true—I should just ask Mr. Fotia about what he thinks of me, straight up! Instead of having to play these games and keep on wondering how he feels about me.

We continued the interview and I kept on answering his questions, and I just answered honestly, yet still remained professional. We then played a game where I would answer if I'd 'smash or pass' different celebrities. Originally, I was supposed to answer to female celebrities, but Roberto modified it to be male celebrities instead. I didn't recognize any of them, but they were all handsome—but not nearly as handsome as Mr. Fotia. The whole thing was surprisingly not as bad as I thought it would be, and before I knew it, an hour passed and we were done with filming.

After we finished, Roberto thanked me and offered me a martini, which I accepted. I didn't know why, but alcohol was beginning to not taste too bad lately. I was getting accustomed to the taste. After that, I thanked him again before I called a ride from my rideshare app, and headed back to the hotel I was staying at. When I got there, I looked across the street where there was a park surrounded by trees, and one large tree had a lonely swing hanging from it. It reminded me of the swing I used to sit on back at my parents' backyard whenever I wanted to think.

I smiled to myself before heading down the street over to the park, sitting myself down in the swing's seat. I held onto the ropes that held the swing as I lightly swung back and forth by softly kicking the ground.

Wow, that was my first interview… And I came out. Guess we'll have to wait until the video comes out before I see what people think, I thought to myself, feeling a breeze blow through my hair. Not like I care about what people think of my sexuality, it's who I am. I just hope my parents won't react negatively if they find out…

I stared out into the body of water that the park was facing as I continued to slightly swing. I'm still so hung up over Mr. Fotia. I could have anyone I want, but I only want him.

I sighed and closed my eyes. But he doesn't want me. Why would I ever think he would? I'm his daughter's best friend. I'm more than half his age, I must be nothing but a kid to him…

I took a moment to stare out into the water, thinking it over again. Suddenly, I was hit with a revelation that nearly knocked me right in the head. I spun the swing around to face the other way, looking out onto the street. But if he didn't want me… Why would he touch me back? Why didn't he stop me the first time before things went further? Why did he kiss me…?

Those were the questions I found myself asking when I thought of the possibility of if he did like me. Yeah, that's right. If he didn't like me, he would have stopped me right away—but he didn't. Now that I think about it, he seemed so curious, like he really did want me, but was unsure because he's straight…

Maybe we're just like Theodore and Hanna, and we like each other, but there were such unfortunate circumstances that it would make things very complicated if either of us confessed.

I looked up into the sky through the tree branches and leaves. Am I right, God? Could it be possible that Mr. Fotia actually wanted me?

I turned the swing back around to face the water again, thinking about the kiss that Mr. Fotia and I shared. I felt something in that kiss. And I know he must have felt something, too. When I kissed him, it just felt right, as if we really were meant to be. I took a deep breath and folded my hands in prayer. God, if I'm right about this… Could you give me a sign?

"Ow!" I yelped, shaking my hand when I felt a sharp pain on my finger. A wasp just stung me…!

Damn bugs, I thought to myself. But getting stung by a wasp was enough of a 'sign' to me—I would confront Mr. Fotia, I would get the truth from him. I'll talk to him, man to man, and find out how he really feels about me.

I hissed when I touched the sting on my finger again. Well, right now I should probably take care of this…

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When I came back home, I was greeted by Nia, who seemed thrilled to see me. Every time Nia and I saw each other, we were always so happy. We just had that kind of bond.

But even though I was happy to be home, I couldn't help but think about Mr. Fotia and what he could be doing. I wondered if I occupied his thoughts the way he occupied mine. I wondered if he thought about the chemistry between us when we kissed—I knew that I did. He couldn't deny that there was something between us. It took me a bit of a while to realize it, I didn't when we first met—but the more I got to know him, got to see all different kinds of sides to him—I fell for him.

"Nia…" I had asked her the next day, standing by her doorway as she paused her stream and turned to look at me. "Mmm?"

I took a deep breath. "I'm about to go and confess my love to the guy I like," I said shyly. "I'm nervous, and I'm scared he could probably hate me forever—but I'm going to do it anyway."

She smiled at me. "Fuck yeah, Cody. Go get 'em. If he doesn't like you back, then fuck him. Whatever happens, I'm rooting for you."

I smiled back. Little do you know that it's your own father I'm about to pour my heart out to…

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I was ready to do it.

I sat in my car that was parked in the driveway of the Fotia household, next to Mr. Fotia's truck, and I was nearly shaking. I usually always kept it cool—but when it came to feelings, strong feelings about someone I really cared about—I admit, I was scared.

But I was already here, and I already gave myself the pep talk, hyping myself up that this was a "speak now or forever hold your peace" moment. I'm going to ring the doorbell, and I'm going to just ask him to talk. Let's just start from there.

I took a deep breath before heading out of my car, walking up to the front door to ring the doorbell. I rocked back and forth on my feet as I felt my heart beginning to beat a bit faster in my chest. The door opened, and Mr. Fotia answered. He was dressed in a tight-fitted white T-shirt and green camo pants—and he looked so good.

"Cody…" He said my name quietly. "What are ya doin' here?"

"Mr. Fotia, I wanted to talk to you," I said, getting straight to the point. "Please, can we?"

Mr. Fotia sighed, closing his eyes and taking a moment to think. He took a deep breath. "Alright," he finally said before opening the door all the way and moving aside to let me in. "Thank you," I said as I made my way inside, and Mr. Fotia closed the door before leading me to the living room. He sat down on the single living chair while I sat on the couch.

We sat in silence for a few moments before I decided to speak up. "Mr. Fotia… How have you been?" I asked.

He took a moment to think. "I've been… Fine," he said quietly. "Just dandy. How 'bout you?"

I nodded silently. "Um… I came back from San Francisco a few days ago," I said, trying to make small talk and avoid the elephant in the room. I wanted to go into this straightforwardly, but I was beginning to feel nervous about it. "I had my first interview, and I came out. It's… The first time I've ever openly said I was gay."

Mr. Fotia nodded with a tight smile. "Well, congrats."

I sighed. "I wanted to… Talk to you about the last time I came over," I said carefully, and he seemed to sigh deeply, as if this was something he didn't want to discuss. But we needed to talk about it.

"I wanted to tell you that I've liked you for quite a while," I said, and he didn't show much of a reaction—as if he already knew. "And I felt something when we kissed… And I know that you felt something between us, too."

He stood up and turned away from me, running a hand over his face. "Cody… Stop this."

I got up. "Sir, I like you so much that I feel like my heart could explode whenever I'm around you… I know you might be scared to ever be with anyone since your wife, but—"

"Don't," he said, raising a hand to stop me. "You're just a kid."

I walked up to him. "If you don't feel the same way about me, then tell me straight to my face that you don't, and that you never want to see me again. Face me and tell me that you don't feel anything for me," I sternly said from behind him, and time almost seemed to stop at that moment.

He turned around, but he didn't look at me—he only looked away to avert my gaze. "Cody…"

I walked closer to him, resting my head and a hand against his chest as he gasped lightly. "If you don't want me, then push me away and tell me that you don't like me the same way that I like you—because I like you so, so much, Mr. Fotia…" I began to feel my eyes tear up from how emotional I was getting. "You're on my mind all the time, and I can feel my heart beat a bit faster whenever I think of you… And maybe I may just be twenty-one, but I'm an adult—an adult with such a childish crush on you, but I can't help it. I… I want you."

Mr. Fotia didn't say anything, only seemed to be deep in thought as I only rested my head and hand against his strong chest, a tear leaving my eye and running down my cheek.

"Cody…" He sighed. "I admit, you… Make me feel things that I never thought I could ever feel about a man before," he said as I pulled my head away and looked up at him with wide eyes.

He blushed. "Lately, I've found myself thinking about ya so much, and the way I feel about you…" He looked away in embarrassment. "I've been trying to just ignore whatever it was I was feeling, but I can't anymore. I haven't felt this way about anyone since my wife."

I was speechless. So he really does like me…

He sighed. "You've been on my mind a lot. But you're my daughter's friend, it just… Wouldn't be right," he said, as if he was genuinely disappointed about it. "I'm forty-four, and you're twenty-one… You're the same age as my daughter, and I'm an old man. So much about us would just be so wrong."

I shook my head, still in complete disbelief that he actually liked me. "I don't care if it's 'wrong…' I'm an adult, you're an adult…" I leaned my head against his chest again. "And you said it yourself before—forty-four isn't that old," I said. I traced shapes against his chest with my finger. "I know you might be scared because you've never felt this way about another man before… But I want to help you explore these newfound feelings."

I pulled my head back to look up at him and he looked at me. His brown eyes were so dark yet warm, like he could be intimidating to most—but to me, he was vulnerable. He trusted me. He was giving me permission to let me in and let me see him, let me feel him.

I brought a hand up to his face, feeling his strong jaw against my palm. "Please don't turn away from me… Show me how you feel… Miles," I said softly, looking at him with sincerity, trying to let him know that this was fine. He could have me if he wanted to, I'd let him.

Our lips mashed together as we engaged in a passionate and heated kiss, like we needed each other. I felt those same sensations as I did when we kissed the first time. I loved the way his lips felt on mine. It was different from all the other men I've kissed, Mr. Fotia had a bit of a force and aggressiveness to him that was incredibly sexy.

His hands gripped my hips as we continued to kiss, and he turned me to push me up against the wall as he deepened the kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back, trying to keep up with his fervent kisses. I loved the feeling of his facial hair against my skin; it reminded me I was with a man.

We continued to make out before we pulled away to take our breaths. "You're a damn temptation, boy," he muttered lowly in my ear. "If you let me do this, there ain't no going back."

"I know. I want it," I whispered back before he pulled back and looked at me, his warm brown eyes darkened with lust. He lifted me up into his strong arms as I gasped, and he brought me over to the couch and pulled me onto his lap as we went back to making out again.

His large and warm hands were exploring my back, and even grabbed at my ass as I gasped softly into his mouth while we continued to kiss. It was all so magical, I felt like I was in a dream, and I really hoped that I wouldn't wake up.

I grinded down on his thigh while we kissed, feeling my dick rub up against his leg as I softly moaned into his mouth.

"Damn kid," he muttered as he pulled me closer by my hips, making me grind down on his thigh again. "You're so sweet."

I went back in to kiss him again—I just couldn't get enough of the taste of him. I loved the way he kissed me and the way he touched me… Even if he was a bit hesitant at first, I could feel his dominant side beginning to come out, and I wanted him to ravish me. I wanted to be his first man.

I let out whimpers as I continued grinding myself down on his leg while he caught my noises with his own lips. He hummed and groaned as I grinded myself down on him as our kisses began to grow sloppy and desperate.

I was getting so hard in my shorts as I continued to grind myself against him, my balls and dick rubbing up against his leg. It felt so good, I was getting so worked up just from making out with him.

"T-touch me," I breathily let out, saliva still connecting my lips to his as I looked at him through teary eyes with need.

He smirked before kissing me again, grabbing my ass through my shorts as I hummed and grinded myself down on him again. His hands traveled under my shirt, and I nearly shivered at the feeling of his rough hands against my skin. He moved his lips from mine before kissing his way down to under my jaw, down to my neck, his thumbs grazing my nipples as I softly whined.

He chuckled lowly against my neck before pulling his head back to admire my chest as he gently thumbed my nipples as I brought a finger to my mouth and bit down on a nail shyly. "You have a really cute chest," he said before pinching one of my nipples, making me shut my eyes and moan. "Pretty nipples, too, ya have such a feminine body. God, I want ya. Hell, I've been wantin' ya since you came over wearin' those tiny cloth shorts."

I blushed deeply. He really was checking me out then… He just knows how not to make it obvious.

"Yeah? You liked seeing me in those little shorts?" I teased, grinding down on him again. "How did seeing my ass in them make you feel?"

Mr. Fotia seemed to blush deeper, too. "After you left that day, I fantasized about you later that evening," he said a bit shyly, like he was embarrassed about it. "I couldn't stop picturing you in them, I went to bed that night jerking off for the first time in forever." He looked away sheepishly. "And when you wore that skirt… I just couldn't take it anymore. I needed you. But I knew that I shouldn't feel that way about you—so I pulled away."

I leaned in to kiss him and smiled. "Well, now you can have me. And you don't have to just fantasize anymore… You can have the real thing," I said before grinding my hard cock against him again. I'd been grinding myself against his thigh for some time now, and I already felt like I was going to cum just from simply dry humping his leg. I wanted more.

I pressed my hand against Mr. Fotia's crotch, groping him through his pants as he softly groaned. I gazed into his eyes and bit down on my lower lip. "I want to see it," I said in a light and cute voice. "I want to show you mine, too…"

"Mmm, I like the sound of that," he growled in a low voice. I moved off of him to pull down my shorts along with my trunks as my hard cock sprung out, the tip already drooling with precum. I felt shy being exposed in front of Mr. Fotia, but I also felt so naughty, like I wanted him to look at me.

Mr. Fotia undid his belt and the front of his pants, raising his hips to slowly pull them down along with his white briefs. He pulled out his cock, making me widen his eyes. Holy shit, I thought to myself as I blushed deeply and dropped my jaw. He was only half-hard, but his erection slowly grew as he looked at me. He was big—maybe around ten inches or more! His cock was thick, too, and he was cut, and mapped with veins. Dark pubic hair covered his groin above his dick.

"C'mere," Mr. Fotia said as I moved closer, pressing my cock against his, and I softly gasped when I felt him grab our cocks in his large, calloused hand. "Mmm, that's a cute cock, boy. You got a nice five inches on ya. I ain't never thought I'd ever find another man's tool attractive, but yours is real nice," he said as he squeezed our members together and I whined. "You're totally hairless. You shave or are ya just naturally like that?"

"I don't grow much body hair, so I just shave the little amount that I have," I said, gently whimpering when I felt him squeeze our cocks again. "I-I always make sure to clean myself thoroughly, inside and out."

"I see," he said before letting go and we began to rub our cocks against each other, letting curses and moans slip from our lips as we just continued grinding our erections against each other. I leaned down and rested my head against him and he grabbed my hips and aided my thrusts against him as we continued to play.

"I-I've wanted this for so long, sir…" I breathily let out, feeling like I was getting close to my climax just from us rubbing our cocks against each other. "I wanted to be with you and feel you… Ugh…"

We were grinding against each other faster, getting more friction between the two of us as I knew that I wasn't going to last much longer. I looked up at him and we engaged in a sloppy kiss while I continued grinding my dick against his.

"A-ah…! Mr. Fotia…!" I moaned out when I felt my body tense up, a wave of pleasure completely washing over me as I gripped onto Mr. Fotia, my cock twitching before I came, feeling my cock explode with semen all over us. It seemed that seeing me lose myself in my orgasm made him reach his climax as well, as he groaned deeply and his dick twitched against mine, and his warm cum came spurting out, too.

The two of us took our time to catch our breaths and come down from our orgasms. I sat up and moved away, and our now limp cocks were messy with our mixed cum.

"We made a mess," I said cutely with a shy giggle.

Mr. Fotia sighed deeply. "Wow. I ain't done anything like that with another man before," he said as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Did you like it?" I asked him, and he nodded. "Surprisingly, I did. I… I think I'd like to do more with you sometime," he said, his face flushed as he looked away shyly. "I ain't know too much 'bout sex with men, but I'd like to explore it, with you."

I smiled, touched that he wanted to explore sex with me. "We can do anything you want to… I'll do anything with you."

"Mmm, kiss me, boy," he said with a smirk before I leaned in and we engaged in a kiss. I swear, I could become addicted to his kisses. "So… Serious question, but what are we, now?" He asked me, unsure.

I took a moment to think. "Well, I like you, and you like me… We like to have fun together. We don't have to put a label on it," I said with a shrug. "But… What about Nia? What should we do?"

Mr. Fotia sighed and rubbed his chin in thought, taking a good few moments to ponder over it. "I think… We should probably keep it a secret," he said. "From everyone. I think we should keep this relationship to ourselves. Things would get complicated if anyone found out, especially Nia. I ain't like lying to my daughter… But I feel like this is something we need to keep between us."

I nodded. "I agree, I think it would be best if we kept it on the down-low."

He nodded back. "Alright. Now that we've settled that…" He looked down at our cum-covered cocks before looking back into my eyes with a smile. "How 'bout we go clean up? We can take a shower, I'll let ya borrow some clothes of mine afterwards."

I giggled and nodded. "Yes, let's go."