Part IV - Chapter 18

Mr. Fotia and I made our way up to his bathroom, heading straight for the shower. I wished I could just stay dirty, covered in our cum, but I was looking forward to our shower.

I liked watching Mr. Fotia undress, he looked so sexy stripping off his clothes. I loved seeing his muscles when he took off his shirt, and how his toned legs looked with his pants off. We got into the shower and let the warm water run over our hair and bodies, and it felt so good being there together.

I felt shy being fully nude in front of him, he was so tall, muscular and gorgeous… And he had such a huge dick and heavy balls underneath him. I wanted to worship him. He was so big and I was just a little boy compared to him, so feminine and small, so short and tiny. My height only came up to his chest, and he looked so sexy with his hair and body all wet…

"Let's clean up. Can I touch ya?" He asked me, and I nodded eagerly. He grabbed the bar of soap off the soap tray, lathering it in his hands. I turned away from him and he began to rub the soap suds over my body, running his big hands over my neck, my shoulders, and my arms, and my back, before reaching around and rubbing his hands over my chest and my stomach. I could only sigh and close my eyes feeling his soapy hands touch my body. I was beginning to feel like I was going to get hard again.

He raised one of my arms before running his hand over my armpit, making me giggle at how it tickled. "You really are hairless all over, even your cute lil' armpits," he said with amusement in his voice before cleaning the other one.

He lathered the soap in his hands again before he knelt down, running his hands over my legs before his hands grabbed at my ass, making me softly gasp, as he chuckled slightly. "Can't get over your perfect ass," he said, taking his time to use his hands to grab and feel my ass cheeks, making me blush deeply in embarrassment. The way he would slowly run his hand up and down the curve or grab a cheek in his hand was getting me worked up.

"Turn around," he said before I followed, covering my private parts with my hands. He took me by my wrists and pulled my hands away, licking his lips when he saw my hard dick and balls on display for him.

"So cute," he muttered before squeezing my cock in his hand, making a noise slip from my lips that was between a gasp and a moan. My cock was so small in his hand, I was only half the size of his own cock…

"I ain't gonna lie, I liked to imagine touchin' you like this," he said as he moved his hand down to hold my balls as I could only submit to his touch. "I wanted to know so badly what was under that skirt."

"Nnn…" I could only whimper out, feeling his hand carefully cleaning my nether regions as I could only blush and stand there, watching him. After he was finished, he stood up, not letting go of my dick, gently pulling on it as I let out a soft mewl. "I really like your body," he said approvingly. "I can't wait to touch ya some more after we're done."

I smiled up at him. "Let me clean your body, too," I offered, and he nodded. "Alright."

He handed me the soap and I lathered it in my hands, running my hands over his pecs, his abs, his muscular arms… I wonder if he waxes or something, his chest is so smooth.

"I love your body, sir…" I breathily let out, in awe of his sculpted body as I leaned in and rested my head against his chest. I'm so lucky to have him, he's built like a God.

I knelt down to my knees, admiring his cock that was hanging in my face. As much as I wanted to touch it, feel it, taste it… I focused solely on cleaning. I carefully cleaned his parts, taking my time to make sure he was thoroughly washed. Just touching him and cleaning him was sending blood down to my dick again.

"You're gettin' hard again, boy?" He asked me, looking down at my cock that was stiffening by the second. I nodded and looked away sheepishly, making him slightly chuckle. "Let's finish up this shower, then we can have some more fun in my bed. How's that sound?"

I smiled and nodded. I cleaned his legs, running my hands over his toned thighs and calves. He patted my head with his hand. "Good boy," he murmured, making me unconsciously let out a small whimper out of habit.

We finished by rinsing ourselves off before Mr. Fotia turned off the shower, and we got out as he handed me a towel to dry myself off with. After we were finished, we went into his bedroom and he led me to his bed, which certainly would have been comfortable for two. He must have spent so long in this bed without anyone to share it with for so long… I'm his first in years, and his very first man…

"What would you like to do, sir?" I asked him, excited as to anything he had in mind. "What do you suggest we do?" He asked.

I shook my head and smiled, placing a hand on his chest as I looked into his eyes. "Anything that you ever imagined we'd do in your fantasies…"

He seemed to take a moment to think about it before deciding on an answer. He laid down on the bed, gesturing for me to climb on top and turn around to face away from him.

"I want ya to bend over and suck my cock while I spread open your cheeks and take a look at your pussy," he said in a deep and gruff voice, and just hearing him say that made my cock slightly twitch. I moved myself for us to be in a sixty-nine position, and I was faced with his large cock. I still couldn't quite get over how perfect Mr. Fotia was—and his cock was beyond perfection. I couldn't wait to have him in my mouth.

I felt him spread my ass open, sighing in awe as he spread me further open and took a good look at my hole. "Damn, I ain't never in my life woulda thought I'd want to play with another man's hole… But I want to ravish yours, boy," he said, whistling approvingly as he spread my hole open with his thumbs to look inside of me. "Such a pretty pussy."

I felt myself blush at his words before slowly leaning down, opening my mouth and tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear as I grabbed the base of his cock and rubbed the tip against my lips before sticking my tongue out to lick the slit, tasting his salty essence.

I gathered saliva in my mouth before spitting on his dick, then wrapped my lips around the head before moving my mouth down his girthy length, taking as much of him as I could in my mouth and down my throat.

"Good boy, take my dick," Mr. Fotia praised as I was close to getting all of him all the way down, stretching my jaw open. I gagged loudly when I tried to take more of him, moving my mouth back before bringing myself back up to the tip, moving back down before using my tongue to lick the underside of his veiny tool as he let out a long sigh.

I gasped when I felt him spit on my hole, his thumb slowly pushing inside of me as I hummed around his cock. He felt so heavy and wet on my tongue as I began bobbing my head up and down on his length, confident in my blowjob skills. Mr. Fotia was definitely the biggest dick I've ever taken in my mouth, and I was still able to deepthroat him despite not being able to fully take him all the way. I just hoped that maybe I'd have to practice on him some more to try and get myself to take him all the way someday.

He slowly pushed his thumb in and out of my asshole as I clenched myself around him, taking his slick spit-covered dick in my mouth like an obedient boy. His big cock was throbbing in my mouth, and I felt like such a whore taking him in my mouth while he fingered my boy pussy. I felt like his whore.

I moved my head off of him to take a break, a string of saliva still connecting my lips to his wet cock as I jerked him with my dainty, girly hand, admiring the large, thick, and hard member I was gripping. I felt him pull his thumb away from my hole before I felt something soft and wet replace it, making me arch my back and let out a girly moan at the feeling of his tongue licking me. Fuck… Mr. Fotia's eating my pussy…!

"Your cunt tastes damn amazing," he muttered in a low voice before licking my hole again, sticking his tongue inside me and licking all around inside me, wagging his tongue within me as all I could do was submit to him and let him devour me like I was his meal.

He pulled himself away from me. "I ain't say to stop usin' your mouth, boy," he said sternly, making me go back to sucking him off, feeling precum dripping in the back of my throat as I moved back and forth on his hard rod. I could suck his cock all day long, I thought to myself as I gagged and slurped around his length. I felt his mouth lick under my balls, making me moan desperately around his cock again.

His dick was fully hard now as I moved my mouth faster on him, feeling him throb inside my cavern as I did my best to give him as much oral pleasure as I could. I always loved to have a dick in my mouth, but Mr. Fotia's was the best. I knew that my throat would probably be sore for an entire week. I could have sworn that I could live the rest of my life having him use my mouth as his fleshlight.

He continued to lick and suck on my boy pussy, eating me out as I moved my head back and spat on his cock again before going back in to engulf his meat with my mouth, drooling around him. The room filled with lewd, wet noises as we continued to play with each other, using our mouths, tongue, and lips to please each other.

He reached under me and grabbed my cock from behind, taking my own hard dick into his mouth as I sighed deeply in pleasure. My dick was starving for attention, and I felt like I would reach my own climax pretty soon. This was his first time sucking dick—and he was a natural.

"Mmm, boy… You're gonna make me cum real soon," he breathily said when he moved his mouth off of me before going back to sucking me off. I could feel his dick pulsating in my mouth as I sped up the bobbing of my head on him as I jerked him off with my hand, wanting to make him cum, wanting to make myself cum, as well.

It didn't take much longer until I did, as I felt my body stiffen up as I was hit with my orgasm, euphoria totally washing over my mind and body as I moaned around his cock, feeling my cock spurt with semen inside his mouth. He came at the same time, his dick throbbing in my mouth before twitching and exploding with hot cum. There was so much of it—but I swallowed it all down my throat like a good boy does.

After we both finished coming down from our orgasms and caught our breaths, I pulled my mouth off of him before climbing off from him, snuggling against him with a smile. "That was so much fun," I said happily with a soft giggle.

He chuckled and stroked my hair with his hand. "It was. I really liked it," he said with a pleased sigh. "I like the way your cum tastes. I always found semen to be gross, so swallowing your load was certainly somethin' new to me."

"Hehe. I love the way your dick and cum tastes, too… I could get addicted to your flavour," I said shyly, tracing shapes on his pecs with my finger.

"Thank you, Cody. Really… I've been wantin' to do something like that for a while."

"So have I," I said to him with a nod. The two of us laid there in bed, stark naked, with me snuggling into his chest with his arm around me. It was hot anyway, so being naked like this was nice.

"You know how I said you're the first man I've ever felt this way about?" Mr. Fotia asked, his other arm resting behind his head. I looked at him and nodded. "Yes. What about it?"

He stared up at the ceiling in thought. "Well, I was thinking… Remember when I told ya 'bout that pretty little recruit from back in the day that you remind me of? I think I may have had a bit of a crush on him—but I ain't never considered myself to feel that way about another man, so I think I was in denial then," he said, slowly stroking my arm with his hand. "Plus, I was already married, and I was an officer, I couldn't even befriend a recruit, so having feelings for one was completely out of the question."

He sighed and looked at me. "I never considered these kinds of feelings before… But you've awoken them within me," he said with a small smile. "Ya made me realize that maybe I can feel that way about males… Or, maybe just males who look like you."

I smirked. "Guess you're a sucker for pretty boys," I teased, making him slightly chuckle. "Maybe so."

He exhaled deeply before going back to staring up at the ceiling. "I still can't believe that I'm here with you, like this," he said. "I really can't quite wrap my head around it."

I looked up at him with wide eyes. "Do you regret it?"

He shook his head and smiled at me. "'Course not. I just find it amazing that I would ever end up crushin' on my daughter's friend, and that we'd do real naughty things together."

I smiled before resting my head on his chest again. "I'm so happy we did. And I hope we get to do a lot more together," I said softly. "I like you so much, Mr. Fotia."

He used his hand to move my hair out of my face and kiss my forehead, making me blush. "I like ya too, boy."

The two of us just relaxed in each other's presence as I felt myself beginning to doze off on top of him. I felt so safe with him, and I just felt so at home in his strong arms. I felt like he would be able to take care of me, and I wanted to take care of him, as well.

Mr. Fotia… Miles… I'm so happy you decided to let me in, I happily thought to myself as I felt myself fall asleep.

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After Mr. Fotia and I finished relaxing together nude, he put my clothes in the washing machine as I dressed up in one of his shirts that fit way too big on me. I was so much smaller than him, but I liked the size difference between us two.

Mr. Fotia made lunch for us, a large lunch consisting of chicken and quinoa. Though he had a large portion, I only asked for a little bit—I didn't want to eat too much, he probably needed the protein for himself to keep himself so fit and muscular, after all.

Now that the sexual tension between us had been resolved, I felt so much more comfortable being myself with him, no longer afraid to hold back my feelings or be in fear as to how he would react to me getting too close. But it wasn't like we were in a relationship or anything—we just liked each other, and liked exploring each other's bodies.

It was better for us to be this way. Being in a serious, committed relationship with each other would be complicated, as I was getting more and more famous, and he had a reputation as a respected veteran and military trainer… And the biggest part was that we didn't want Nia to know. I felt somewhat guilty having to keep this secret from her, but she couldn't find out. If she did, things would get extremely complicated.

So, Mr. Fotia and I decided to not make it a big deal—we were just two dudes who liked to have fun with each other, that was all it was. At least, that was what we considered it to be.

But I couldn't help but feel that we had more than that between us. The more we spent time together, the more I crushed harder on him. I didn't know if I could call it love, as I had learned my lesson a few times before when it came to 'love…' And I didn't want to get my heart broken again. But I knew that I was very fond of him, and I really liked being with him.

After we were finished eating and my clothes were finished drying, I changed back into my clean clothes before Mr. Fotia and I kissed goodbye. I was a little bit bummed out that I had to leave, but I had a photoshoot scheduled for the next day, so I had to get back home to get some rest.

When I got back to my apartment, Nia was busy streaming, so I went straight to my room to lay down on my bed. Mr. Fotia… God, I like him so much, I thought to myself as I stared at the ceiling. Even though we can't tell anyone about what we're doing, I'm just happy that we even have this relationship. If only he wasn't the father of my best friend… Then maybe things wouldn't be so complicated.

I sat up and reached over to open the window before I decided to read more of the book that he lent me. I reached for the book over on the small table I used as a nightstand, the neighbours gave it to us as they were moving out.

I opened up to the page where I last left off, beginning to read. Theodore seemed to buy a cake, not for him, but for Hanna as thanks. It was odd for him, he'd never considered buying a gift for anyone before in his life—but he figured it was the least he could do for Hanna, as she had pretty much saved his life. The two chat, and they feel the same connection they felt the first time they met. As the weeks go by, the war goes on, and Theodore continues to visit Hanna. She lives alone, as she never knew her father, and her mother passed away from illness. Her older brother who took care of her was drafted into the army, and died in the war.

Theodore and Hanna become closer and closer, even though they know that they shouldn't—but they can't help but feel so connected to each other. They both almost feel like they were both what they were missing in each other's lives, but they wouldn't admit it… After all, they shouldn't even have been getting close anyway.

That was all I read up to until I heard a knock at my open door, and Nia walked into the room with a smile and a wave as she came over. I put the book away before moving over on my bed to give her some room.

"Finished your stream?" I asked her, and she nodded. "Yeah. It was a really fun one today," she said as she smiled. "But forget about me, how did that whole 'love confession' thing go? You're not in here sulking like you usually do when shit goes south in your love life, so I'm assuming it went well?"

I smiled and nodded. "Yeah, it did," I said, always feeling so nervous whenever I had to talk about her father to Nia herself. "He likes me too… We're not serious or anything like that right now, but we like hooking up."

"That's awesome, Cody! I'm really glad that it worked out for you," she said cheerily. "Whoever the guy is, I'm rooting for him."

My smile faltered into a weak one. "Y-yeah…"

She crossed her legs on the bed. "If you ever wanna bring him over for the night, just make sure to keep it down, okay? I'm a light sleeper," she teased with a laugh, making me awkwardly chuckle in response.

"You can bring someone home if you want to too, you know," I said, making her just purse her lips and nod. "Yeah," is all she said before changing the subject. "Hey, why don't we go do something next weekend if you aren't busy? I'm thinking of using my vacation days just to relax and hang out together."

I raised a brow at how quickly she changed the subject. She seems so closed off when it comes to talking about love, even just hooking up, I thought to myself. "Yeah, that sounds like fun. I always like hanging out with you."

She took my hand and smiled. "So do I! Dunno what I'd do without you, honestly," she said before getting up from my bed. "So next weekend, we'll go out to eat wherever you want, then we'll do something fun. Some classic Nia and Cody time," she confirmed with me as she headed out of my room.

"Yeah," I called back to her before she left, and I sighed and closed my eyes. You're too good to me, Nia… And here I am, hooking up with your dad and hiding it from you. I don't deserve you.

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The next day, I finished my photoshoot, which was another successful one as usual. I was proud of how far I'd come in my modeling career so far, but I always wanted to work harder and push to be even more ahead of the game.

While I was driving back home, my phone began to ring, and I looked over on the dashboard to see who it was. It was Mr. Fotia, and I answered it right away using the hands-free system in my car. "Hello?"

"Hey, Cody. How're you doin?'" He asked me. Just hearing his voice gives me butterflies…

"I'm alright, I just finished my photoshoot and I'm driving home now," I answered as I continued to drive. "What about you?"

"I'm alright, I'm just takin' a break from working out," he said, making me picture in my mind how sexy he probably looked. "I was wonderin'… Would ya maybe like to come over later and stay the night? I'd like to see you. I bought some things earlier…" He cleared his throat, and I smirked at how embarrassed he sounded saying that. "And I'd like to try 'em out with ya, if you'd like."

I felt myself grin. "I'd love to. What time should I come over?"

"Anytime this evening when ya want to. I'll make some food for us, too. What're you in the mood for?"

I took a moment to think. "Hmm… I don't really have a preference for a restaurant, but I think I'll have either anything that's chicken or vegetarian," I said, putting my diet into consideration.

"Sure thing. I'll see you then, yeah?"

"Yes, sir," I confirmed.

"Good. Bye for now," he said before he hung up. I was already getting excited just thinking about what he had planned for us. I wonder what kinds of fun we'll have later… Maybe he'll let me suck him off and swallow his cum again, or maybe he'll suck me off, or perhaps this time he'll fuck my ass…

I bit my lip and grabbed my crotch with a hand as I thought about it. Oh fuck, I'd like that… Maybe he'll fuck me with a condom on, but I'd really like him to do it raw and fill my boy cunt up with his load…

As much as I wanted to delve deeper into my fantasies, I went back to concentrating on the road. I nearly missed a red light thinking about Mr. Fotia's dick. And what an amazing dick it is.

Though I was originally going to head straight home, I decided to make a detour, and head for the mall nearby instead. There are some things I think I'm gonna need to buy for tonight…

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I looked in the mirror and admired myself. I looked great. I wore a cute outfit I bought at the mall, consisting of a silk button-down shirt tucked into an adorable pink chiffon skirt. I knew how much Mr. Fotia liked it when I wore skirts, so I was hoping he'd like this one.

I wore something extra special I bought at the mall—some lacy white panties. I felt so embarrassed wearing them, I never wore women's underwear before. But somehow I knew that Mr. Fotia would really appreciate them.

After I finished checking myself out, I left the bathroom and walked into the main room, where Nia was sitting on the couch scrolling through social media on her phone. She turned her head and whistled when she saw me. "Daaamn, look at you all dressed up," she said approvingly. "

I touched my face as I blushed. "It's just something I bought on sale earlier…"

"You make any outfit work, you should know that by now," she said as she playfully rolled her eyes. "I swear, you could wear the jankiest shit ever and still end up looking good."

"You're so right," I said, not even bothering to deny that fact. "Anyways, I'll be staying the night at y—er… His place for the night, so you probably won't see me until you come home from work tomorrow," I informed her, and she nodded. "'Kay. Have fun, and be safe," she said with a smile. "If he ever tries to do anything against your will, call me ASAP. I'll fucking whoop his ass. I don't care what he looks like, believe me, I'll mess him up."

I chuckled nervously, wondering if she would still think that if she found out I was fucking her dad — or if she'd beat my ass instead. "Alright, well… I'm gonna go," I said before leaving.

I headed out of our apartment down to the parking lot to get to my car. After I got in, I started it up and tuned the radio to my favourite jazz station before I pulled out of the lot and began to make my way to Mr. Fotia's house. It felt so different to wear a skirt and just panties underneath—but I felt so feminine and sexy. I didn't know if it was something I could do on a daily basis, but it was fun, and thinking about Mr. Fotia being pleased with me dressing like this would make it all worth it.

My mind couldn't stop thinking about what Mr. Fotia had planned for us as I drove. I was so excited, I always liked spending time with him period, but knowing that we were going to spend the night possibly doing all kinds of dirty things made me look forward to it so much more.

When I finally made it to his house, I parked my car next to his truck in the driveway. Usually I parked by the curb, but I figured it would be okay for me to actually park in the driveway this time.

I checked myself out in the mirror again, fixing my hair and making sure I looked good. I knew that there was no possibility of me ever looking bad, but I always felt a little bit self-conscious when it came to a guy I liked.

I got out of my car and locked the door as I made my way to the front door, ringing the doorbell. The door opened and it was none other than Mr. Fotia who answered, dressed in one of his usual choices of attire; a simple, tight-fitted short-sleeved shirt and loose jeans. As simple as this outfit choice was, he looked gorgeous to me. He smiled at me, eyeing me down and back up. "Wow, you look amazing. Come on in," he said as he moved aside to let me in.

I nodded before making my way inside as he closed the door. We wasted no time immediately kissing each other, and I felt myself smile into the kiss as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer, loving the feeling of his moustache tickling my face.

His hands grabbed my hips as we continued kissing, our lips moving in time with each other as we savoured each other's taste and the feeling of our lips against one another's. He smelled so good, a mixture of soap and his natural scent that I had become incredibly fond of.

After our kisses slowed down, I gently pulled away and grinned broadly. "Hi," is all I said with a slight giggle. He brought his large hand to the top of my head as he patted my hair and I looked up at him. "Hey, cute boy," he said to me with a little smile as he ruffled my hair, making me blush.

"Are ya hungry? The food's only been waitin' here for twenty minutes or so," he said, and I nodded, rubbing my stomach. "Honestly, I am pretty hungry…" I admitted. He just chuckled in response. "Let's go n' eat, then."

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Turns out that Mr. Fotia had bought Greek takeout, and he got me a vegetarian dish as I had requested. He got us gyros, with me having vegetarian while he had pork, and they were huge gyros, too. It was delicious, and very filling. We had some beers as well, and as much as I used to dislike it, I found that lately that I was able to knock back a few.

"You're still followin' that diet of yours, yeah?" He asked me, and I nodded. "Do you do any working out other than squats?"

"I make sure to do cardio and leg exercises, but that's about it," I said as I tapped my chin in thought. "As I said before, I want to keep my body as feminine as possible."

"If ya ever wanna work out with me, feel free to come over and we can exercise in the basement," he suggested. "I got some equipment downstairs. It's mostly for lifting, but I got some other stuff that might be useful for ya. When you're a military trainer, you gotta be doin' all kinds of workouts."

I nodded and smiled. "I'd love to work out with you, sir. That saves me from having to pay my monthly gym membership," I said, thinking about how I wouldn't have to deal with Kyle at the gym anymore. "Plus, I get to be with you, so it's perfect."

"Great. Just let me know whenever ya want to, we can do it on weekends when I ain't working," he said before going back to eating. I propped my elbow up on the kitchen table and rested my chin on my hand, admiring Mr. Fotia. I still can't believe I get to be with this perfect man, I thought to myself in awe. Every time I spend time with him, I feel like I'm dreaming.

"I'm still reading that book you gave me," I said to him. "I think Theodore and Hanna are really sweet, and I'm interested in where the story is going to go."

"It's a real touchin' story. Always a classic, it made me emotional back then, and still does," he expressed. I thought about the two main characters, and wondered if Mr. Fotia and I were almost like them, too—we were two people who liked each other so much, but we weren't supposed to, so we'd have to keep our relationship on the down-low due to the circumstances.

After we finished, we cleaned up after ourselves before I gasped when I felt Mr. Fotia wrap his arms around me from behind. "You look really cute in this outfit," he muttered in my ear, making me feel goosebumps all over my body. "How 'bout we head up to my room and have some fun?"

I blushed and bit down on my lip. This was what I had been anticipating since he called me earlier. I leaned back into him, my hand reaching up to press my palm against the side of his face while I rubbed my ass against his crotch as he let out a low groan. "You think I look pretty, yeah? I bought this outfit earlier and got all dressed up just for you," I let out breathily in my cute and submissive voice. "I wanted to look good for when you ruin me."

"Mmm, you're askin' for it now, boy." I squealed when I felt him lift me up into his strong arms with ease, as he carried me while he made his way upstairs to his room, kicking the door open before letting me down on the bed.

"What do you want to do?" I asked him, looking up at him with the cutest expression I could make.

He leaned over me, eyeing me with a smirk. "I want ya to bend over the edge of the bed. Can you do that for me, pretty boy?" He asked me, making me nod eagerly.

He let me climb off the bed before I bent over the edge, playfully wiggling my ass in the air a bit for him. "You work so hard, sir. You deserve to have a pretty femboy like me to use all for your pleasure."

"That's right, boy. And you deserve to get that cute ass of yours fucked 'til you're gripping the sheets and moanin' for more," he said in a low voice, and just hearing him say that sent blood rushing down to my cock. He lifted my skirt and sighed deeply at the sight of my sheer, lacy white panties that perfectly hugged my ass. "Goddamn, look at these pretty panties. Fuck, you're gonna drive me fuckin' wild," he muttered as he admired me, and I felt my face heat up at how he looked at me. I couldn't see him, but I could feel his gaze burning into me.

"Though I'd like to stare at your ass all day in these cute little panties, I'm gonna have to take 'em off," he said as I turned my head and nodded at him. He slowly pulled them down my legs as I stepped out of them, leaving my bare ass exposed, along with my cock and balls under my skirt.

"Oh yeah, I told ya that I bought some new stuff, didn't I?" He asked before going into the dresser drawer to find what he was looking for. He pulled out what appeared to be a box of condoms and a bottle of lube. They both seemed to be the 'fancy and expensive' kind.

"I figured that while we… explore this new sex stuff, I might as well buy the essentials," he said with a bit of an embarrassed tone. "I had to look up on the net what I should buy, and well… These are what they recommended."

I couldn't help but giggle. He had to search up the kinds of things someone getting into gay sex for the first time would need… That's cute, and it's honestly pretty thoughtful too, I thought to myself.

"So, anyway…" I heard him begin to open up the box of condoms before he pulled one out, which was wrapped in metallic purple packaging. He undid his belt before pulling down his jeans to his knees and opened the package before taking out the condom, rolling it onto his cock. "I ain't never done it in the butt before. Ain't even sure I can fit it inside of you, boy."

"I'm sure you'll be able to," I reassured, thinking about how much I've practiced with my dildo that was about the same length and girth of his own cock. "You just have to prep me with lube and your fingers."

"Alright," he said as he finished putting on the condom. He reached for the bottle of lube, peeling away the protective seal before squirting some onto his fingers. I gasped when I felt a slick finger against my entrance, as he slowly pushed his thick finger all the way inside me until he was down to his knuckle.

"You okay?" He asked me, and I nodded, slightly whimpering at the feeling of his finger inside me. "Mmhmm, you can add another finger," I said to him.

"Right," he said before slowly pulling out his finger just to add another one, making me softly gasp. Just having him finger me was already beginning to get me harder.

He fingered me, thrusting his fingers back and forth as I let little moans slip from my lips. He added a third slick finger in me, making me widen my eyes at how much his thick fingers were stretching me. "That's three fingers in you, boy. How's it feel?"

I moved back on his fingers, moaning when I felt him curl his fingers inside of me as I clenched myself around him. Even though I loved getting my asshole fingered like a real pussy, I couldn't wait for his dick. "F-feels good… But I want your cock in me already…"

"So impatient, boy. You really want this old man's dick that badly, huh?" He said with a chuckle, removing his fingers from me. "That's alright, I'll give ya what you want."

I felt him hold my hip with one hand as I felt the tip of his dick against my lubed-up cunt. He slowly pushed himself inside as we both moaned in unison, just having the head of his cock inside me already felt so good.

"Ah, fuck…" He groaned out as he slowly filled me some more, burying his length in me inch by inch, making me grip onto the bedsheets as I arched my back, shutting my eyes tightly. Holy shit, he's so big! I knew he was from when I sucked him off, but it feels entirely different actually having him stretch my pussy open with his cock like this…

Both his hands were gripping my hips as he continued to sheath his length within me as I let out a long wanton cry. The stretch was somewhat painful, but incredibly satisfying at the same time. He pushed his way inside until he filled what my limit was, and I couldn't even take the entirety of it.

"So tight and warm," he grunted, soothingly rubbing my asscheek with a calloused hand as he let his dick stay inside of me, letting my insides warm his giant cock. "Can't fit all of me inside ya, but you've taken a real good amount."

I loved the feeling of his throbbing member inside of me as my walls were clenching around him. He was so thick and long, and much too big for my fragile little body to handle, but I wanted nothing more than to be his pretty cockwarmer.

After a while of him just holding himself still and warming his cock inside me, getting me used to his size, I turned my head to look at him. "You can move now," I said.

"You sure? I ain't wanna hurt you."

"Yes, sir… I want it," I whined out. "I want you to pound me until I'm nothing but a drooling, submissive mess for you. So, please… Fuck me good and hard."

Mr. Fotia smirked. "Alright, boy… If that's what you want, then I'll give it to ya."

He moved his hips back, feeling my asshole gripping onto him as he slowly pulled himself back. He then thrust back into me, making me moan out loud at how aggressive and deep the heave into me was. Oh, fuck!

He began to move back and forth within me with slow and steady strokes, as I could only grip harder onto the bedsheets while he fucked me. I've taken dicks and other things up my ass before, but Mr. Fotia's rod that was getting harder and harder within me was definitely the biggest. I loved it. I wanted more.

"Faster, sir…" I moaned out while he was rocking his hips back and forth. "Please."

"You got it," he replied before he began to pick up the pace of his thrusts, fucking me harder as I began to feel tears forming in my eyes at the overwhelming amount of pleasure he was giving me. It was a bit painful, even with the lube, but the pleasure completely outweighed any pain that I was experiencing.

His fingers pressed harder into my hips as he continued to move, his grip tightening on me, and I was sure that he would probably leave bruises. But I didn't care at all, I wanted him to mark me. I wanted him to leave some kind of proof that I was his.

"God, you feel so damn good," he muttered as he continued fucking my ass, the erotic sounds of moist squelching along with my moans echoing throughout the room. "I love this ass of yours, pretty boy. You're takin' me so well, aren't you?"

I let my head drop down onto the bed, whispering curses under my breath over and over again as I clawed at the sheets, all while Mr. Fotia kept moving back and forth, pulling me back with each thrust to fuck me deeper. I felt like I was completely on cloud nine as I could feel my eyes stinging with tears of pleasure.

I felt him thrust deep inside of me, hitting my prostate as I suddenly let out a noise that was probably between a surprised gasp and a slutty moan. "Yes, right there!" I cried out, making him slightly chuckle before he moved back and heaved into the same spot again.

"Ooh, fuck…" I whimpered, feeling him fuck my boy snatch open, battering my prostate with his glorious cock as his movements were beginning to become rushed and sloppy, as if he was going to reach his climax soon. I felt like I was getting really close, too.

"Fuck yes. You like that dick, don't you, boy?" He breathily let out, continuing to fuck me rhythmically. "'Cause I fuckin' love the way your hole feels."

"Y-yes…" I weakly let out, tears of pleasure streaming down my face as he continued to ram his dick into my sweet spot. "I love your cock so much, nn…" I couldn't take it anymore, and it only took one more deep thrust into me before I threw my head back and arched my back, feeling myself completely come undone.

"Yes, Daddy!" I sobbed out as pleasure completely took over every inch of my body, and the two of us came simultaneously—with my cock spurting out with cum into my skirt, while Mr. Fotia's thrusts came to a stop as he groaned and spilled his load inside the condom within me.

I felt completely exhausted in a good way as I exhaled deeply, coming down from my orgasm high as I felt my body relax. Mr. Fotia slowly pulled out from me, making me suddenly feel very empty now that his cock was no longer inside me.

He rubbed my lower back soothingly with his large, warm hand. "Ya feelin' alright, boy?" He asked me. I sighed dreamily as I smiled. "I feel amazing. Wow," I said, still feeling so worked up over how great that dick was.

He chuckled softly before putting my skirt back down to cover my ass again. "Let me throw this out, and I'll come back n' get ya cleaned up," he said before heading straight to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

I took my time to stand back up, sighing as I stretched before taking a look at myself in the mirror. I still can't believe Mr. Fotia just fucked me, I thought to myself as I fixed my hair, and widened my eyes when I suddenly came to a realization. I seriously called him 'Daddy' when I came? How embarrassing…

Mr. Fotia came back, now decent again, although he still had his belt undone. "That was my first time ever havin' real sex with someone other than Cynthia," he said as we wiped sweat from his brow. "And I gotta admit, it was absolutely perfect."

I smiled as I walked up to him and leaned my head against his chest. "I'm so happy you feel that way," I said in a quiet and gentle tone. He brought up his arm to put it around me to embrace me.

"Um… Sorry for calling you 'Daddy' though," I said in embarrassment, feeling my face heat up. "I didn't mean to, it just kind of came out for some reason…"

"S'alright," Mr. Fotia said as he pulled me back to look at my face. "Actually… I think I like it."

I raised my brows in surprise. Oh?

He seemed to become shy as his cheeks blushed pink and he averted his gaze from me. "I… Don't think I'd mind at all if ya wanted to call me that."

I smirked and pressed a finger against his chest. "Sure, then… Daddy," I said seductively as he seemed to get a bit more worked up just hearing me call him that again.

His fingers touched the hem of my skirt. "Ya soiled your skirt. We need to start takin' off all our clothes whenever we do anything together," he said with a chuckle. "How 'bout we go for round two, but with everything off this time?"

I nodded and giggled. "Okay. Let's do it then, Daddy."