Part IV - Chapter 19

I slowly opened my eyes, waking up to the feeling of warm, strong arms around me as sunlight shone through the blinds and right into my eyes. I smiled, taking a sweet moment to just bask in the feeling of Mr. Fotia embracing me and his body against mine. I wanted to stay in that moment forever.

I could feel his chest slowly heaving up and down with each breath, and he let out soft snores with each exhale. I still couldn't quite believe I got to wake up next to such a perfect man like this.

It seemed that we were both naked, as I could feel his dick rubbing up against my ass. I recalled the events that happened the previous night—Mr. Fotia fucked me bent over his bed for him, then he fucked me on my side, and then finished with him fucking me missionary style. Used condoms were on the nightstand over on his side. I suppose after so much sex we were so tired that we ended up just cuddling and falling asleep. I was incredibly sore, yet I still felt as if I could go for another round if Mr. Fotia wanted to.

I bit down on my lip as I slightly moved, his soft cock rubbing between my cheeks as I softly sighed at the feeling. Even though he's not even hard… I'm starting to get a bit worked up just feeling his soft dick rubbing against me…

I slightly shifted myself again, whimpering as I gently grinded my ass against him, making him snore gently and stir in his sleep. His arm still stayed around me, making it difficult to maneuver myself in this position without waking him up. But that was okay, I told myself that I would just have to be careful.

I rubbed myself against his manhood as I continued to grind on him, closing my eyes and letting out sweet little moans. I love his cock, I thought to myself as I began to get turned on. I silently spat into my hand before I reached below me, grabbing my dick. I'm such a slut for Daddy's meat…

I kept on rubbing my ass against his dick that was beginning to get harder, feeling like such a whore just getting off to simply grinding myself against his cock as I stroked my own. It feels so good, just trying to get off like this…

I was getting so lost in my own pleasure I almost didn't even notice that his big, strong hands were gripping my hips, aiding me. "S-sir…!" I let out with a gasp, as I could feel him lower himself before I heard him spit, then felt his hard dick press against the back of my close-pressed thighs. I could feel him slightly chuckle. "Enjoyin' yourself, weren't you, boy?"

"Mmm…" Is the only thing I could respond with. I felt him slowly push his wet cock into the tight squeeze between my thighs as I let out a long whine, his dick moving through my legs until his pelvis was pressed against my ass. Fuck…

"God, your thighs are so soft, so smooth, so warm…" He muttered, keeping his cock there for a few moments, taking in the feeling of my soft girly thighs wrapped around his erect manhood. I was enjoying the sensations as well, loving how his slick dick felt between my legs.

He began to move, getting a tighter grip on my hips as he pulled himself back before thrusting back into the tight space between my plush thighs again, making me let out a wanton moan. He held onto me as I continued letting noises slip from my lips, spitting into my hand again before stroking my dick faster as Mr. Fotia rocked his hips back and forth, fucking my thighs.

"Is it good, sir?" I asked out breathily as I watched him, studying the way his dick slid back and forth between my legs, feeling him fuck my thighs as my own cock was already drooling with precum. "Do you like using me?"

Mr. Fotia groaned and continued to rock back and forth, getting some good friction between us. "Yes, boy. You're so damn cute," he muttered out, and just feeling his dick between my legs made me feel like I could reach my climax any time soon. "I hope you know how attractive ya are like this."

"Nnn… Yes, Daddy," I moaned out, tightening my muscles around him as I jerked my cock faster. Mr. Fotia continued to let out grunts as he aggressively bucked his hips into the warm crevice between my thighs, the pleasure of the friction and speed becoming incredibly overwhelming.

"You gonna cum, boy?" Mr. Fotia asked me, feeling lust building up all throughout my body. "Gonna get nice n' dirty with your cum mixed with mine?"

"Fuck yes, Daddy… I want that so badly," I whined out, tugging harder on my dick as he continued fucking me while I squeezed my thighs together around him. Even though he wasn't penetrating me, just giving him pleasure with my legs as I pleasured myself with my hand was making me go crazy.

The pleasure was becoming all too much for my body to handle as Mr. Fotia's thrusts grew more erratic and sloppy. "A-ah…! Daddy…!" I moaned out as I felt my orgasm hit me, Mr. Fotia's hips stuttering out of time before the two of us came together, my cock spurting with cum as his dick throbbed and he came as well, his fingers pressing hard into my hips as our cum mixed together on my thighs.

I took my time to relax my body and take a few deep breaths as Mr. Fotia looked over at the mess the two of us made with a soft chuckle before he planted a soft kiss on the top of my head. "So beautiful. Such a beautiful boy," he muttered, kissing my head again as I let out a soft giggle. I loved it when he would fuck me until we made a mess, and I especially loved having the mess be on me.

He slid out from between my legs before getting up, reaching for the towel on the floor we'd been using since the previous night to clean up our 'messes.' I turned onto my back and stared up at the ceiling as Mr. Fotia came over and cleaned me up, wiping my legs with the towel. I tilted my head up to look down at him, and I sighed just looking at him. God, he's so dreamy…

After he finished cleaning me up, he laid back down beside me, turning on his side as he wrapped an arm around me. I turned my head to look at him before we engaged in a tender kiss as his thumb was gently stroking my skin.

We pulled away and just laid there, relaxing in each other's company. It was really nice, and I found that I enjoyed just laying with my lover in comfortable silence. It was peaceful, and it was perfect.

He was perfect.

Soon, he exhaled deeply, as if he had something serious on his mind. "I feel like my relationship with Nia ain't where I want it to be," he said in a somewhat sad tone. "I wish there was something I could do for us to be closer, but I dunno what."

I took a moment to think. I wonder what he could do to help mend their somewhat strained relationship… "Have you tried talking to her about it? You know… About why you two aren't as close as you'd like to be?"

He shook his head. "Nah. I ain't that good at talking 'bout my feelings, and neither is she. I think she gets it from me—we're both pretty closed off when talkin' about our emotions. We usually just try to change the subject or avoid it altogether."

I slowly nodded. Yeah, I seemed to notice that about the two of you…

"Still, it couldn't hurt to try," I said. "I usually try to keep my emotions to myself, but lately, I've found that it's better to talk about them with someone you care about, even if you aren't comfortable about it. I think it's something you and Nia should discuss, maybe you could take her somewhere she likes and talk about it then."

Mr. Fotia moved and laid on his back, going silent for a while, as if he was thinking about it. "Alright," he finally said. "I'll definitely put your words into consideration."

"That's all I ask," I said before turning over on my side and placing my hand on his chest, feeling over his pecs. "So, I have to ask… Do you still want me to call you 'Mr. Fotia?' Or would you rather have me call you by 'Miles?'"

"You can call me anything ya want, boy," he said, making me smile. "Mmm, okay. I think I'll alternate between both." I leaned my head against his chest and dreamily traced shapes on his body with my index finger. "But when it's just the two of us… I'll call you 'Daddy.'"

Mr. Fotia inhaled deeply at my words before he brought a hand on top of my head, ruffling my hair. "You're such a damn sweet boy."

I giggled softly. I'm your sweet boy, I thought to myself.

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Mr. Fotia and I ended up getting dressed before heading downstairs. He encouraged me to wear his clothes while he put mine in the laundry. I always loved to wear his clothes, I always felt so small and cute in his shirts.

He made eggs and bacon for us for breakfast as I sat at the kitchen table and decided to check my social media as I waited for him to finish cooking. I widened my eyes when I first opened the Posty app, seeing an influx of new followers, new comments, and new tags. I had to go and check what all the fuss was about, and apparently people were posting the clip from my interview in which I come out as gay.

Oh, the video's already out now, huh? I scrolled through the comments, receiving overwhelming support from my fans, but also a lot of hate comments, too. I didn't care for the bad comments though, I simply dismissed it as people being ignorant. Seriously, hating someone else because of their sexuality has got to be lame as hell in this day and age. Homophobia is corny, getting bothered about someone else's sexuality is just weird as hell to me.

I was just worried that my parents would see it and think differently of me. I knew that my Uncle Ryan was homophobic, but I never really gave a shit about his opinion in the first place. He's anti-vaxx and believes the government is spying on us, which should tell the value of his opinions.

I loved my parents, and I just didn't want them to be disappointed in me.

"You alright?" Mr. Fotia asked me, turning the stove off before serving the food onto the plates on the counter. "Yeah," I said with a soft sigh. "The interview came out today, and people have a lot to say about it."

He opened one of the drawers to get some eating utensils before closing it, bringing the plates over to the table, handing me a plate and some utensils as I took them and thanked him. "Sometimes I forget you're famous on social media," he said as he sat down at the end of the table to my left. "Ya shouldn't care 'bout what people gotta say about you."

"I don't," I said as I sighed. "I'm just worried about what my parents would think." I began to eat the eggs, humming in delight at how delicious it was.

Mr. Fotia began to eat as well, taking a moment to chew and swallow before talking. "Boy, I already told ya before. If your parents are good people, they won't give a damn one bit about their kid's lifestyle if you're happy. And even if they won't accept you, ya already live on your own. Ain't like they could do anything about it."

I shrugged. "I know you're right… But I still love them. I just hope they'll be accepting."

"I hope so too," he said before we continued to eat. I could hear the sounds of the birds in the backyard.

"You hear 'bout how the cathedral's on fire?" He asked me. And I nodded as I ate. "Mmhmm."

"That still goin' on?" He asked again, making me shrug. "I don't know. I don't really care about that. My parents think it's this huge tragedy or whatever. As long as no one's hurt, I couldn't care less, to be honest. It's an old-ass building that can be rebuilt. There are worse things going on in the world."

Mr. Fotia chuckled. "That's definitely an answer if I ever heard one. Can't say I disagree, though. There really are some shitty things goin' on out there…" He shook his head with a sigh. "The damn shit in Afghanistan is still goin' on to this day."

"Um… When you were deployed in Afghanistan…" I poked at my food with my fork. "Did you kill people?"

Mr. Fotia went silent for a few moments, looking away from me. He then let out a sigh. "Ya gotta understand that war is complicated. I signed up 'cause I wanted to make my country, and my father, proud." He ran a hand through his hair. "But when 9/11 happened… Let's just say that it was never my intention to be leading troops in Afghanistan. But that's just how things had to be. I've seen so many deaths. I've had to deal with the pain of having blood on my hands for a while. All for this shit to still be goin' on eighteen years later. It's fuckin' sad."

I didn't feel much like eating anymore. I didn't quite know how to feel knowing that Mr. Fotia had taken lives. I know that he didn't really have a choice, but… I don't know. War or not, he killed people. Does that make me think less of him? I don't know.

He let out a deep sigh, as if he knew what I was thinking. "If ya think differently of me, I get it," he said with a sad but understanding tone. "I've spent so much of my life thinkin' that being an officer is all I've ever wanted. But I've never enjoyed having to end someone's life. The deaths I've caused haunted me for a long time. Hell, as much as I hate that I've gotten shot, I feel like I deserved worse than that."

I remained silent, still trying to process everything he was saying as my mind kept going back and forth between wondering if I still liked Mr. Fotia or not. I quickly tried to weigh the two in my head, trying to figure my thoughts out.

"I want to think over it," I said as I looked at him, confirming my decision. Mr. Fotia nodded. "Alright, boy. Take your time. Ain't gotta decide right now," he said. We both continued to eat, and even though I was feeling sick from the stress put on me with our conversation, I tried to eat as much as I could. He made the food for me, after all.

The whole time, I couldn't stop thinking over what Mr. Fotia told me… And my conscience kept tugging at either side that told me to either keep him in my life or stop seeing him.

After we were finished eating, I gave my plate to Mr. Fotia who took it to the sink along with his own. I asked him if he needed any help cleaning, but he said he would wash the dishes later. He brought me to the laundry room and gave me my clothes from the previous day, which were clean from the dryer. He let me change as I still couldn't get the situation off of my mind. I know Mr. Fotia feels remorse for the lives he took, but he still took them… He didn't want to, but he still did.

After I was finished, Mr. Fotia walked me to the foyer as I put my shoes on. "Whatever you decide to do… Just know that I respect any decision that ya make," he said in a soft voice, more gentle than how he usually spoke. "I like ya too much not to."

Even hearing him say that made my chest feel warm with affection. I only did an awkward little bow to him before heading out, walking off the porch and onto the driveway to get into my car.

As I drove back to my place, I still felt so conflicted about everything regarding Mr. Fotia. I kept going over the same thoughts again, trying to figure out my morals and how they stood when it came to him. I like him so much, I do, I thought to myself. But I don't know… There's just a lot to think about. I wish I could just put that part of my brain on pause while I worry about other things, but I can't help but let it affect me so much. Like, this is a man who seems so perfect. I honestly don't know how to feel about all of this right now.

I continued to debate with myself about the same shit on the way back, and even when I finally made it back to the apartment, I barely could hear what Nia was saying to me after I entered and took my shoes off.

"Hey, you hear me?" She asked, and I blinked and looked at her with wide eyes, snapping myself out of my thoughts. "Hmm?"

She shook her head. "I was just asking you if you could please put your enema away after you're done using it? You left it on top of the toilet. No offence or anything, but I kinda don't want to touch it."

I felt my face heat up in embarrassment as I brought a hand to my face and looked away with a sigh. "S-sorry, I usually remember to, but I guess I was so excited yesterday that I completely forgot…"

Nia chuckled. "It's alright. I just feel a little put off by it… Like, I don't want to even imagine what it's like to… You know."

I smirked and crossed my arms. "Well, as I say, I gotta keep myself clean, both inside and out."

"Okay, I get it," she said with a slightly grossed-out face. "Anyway, how was your little rendezvous last night? Your clothes are wrinkled," she playfully got closer to me and brushed out my sleeves before sniffing me, making me flinch. "Damn, did he wash your clothes for you? What a nice guy. Back at home, I think we have the same detergent. I recognize the scent."

I gulped and felt my heart skip a beat just at Nia saying that. "Haha, yeah, he's great," is all I said, trying to be as enthusiastic as possible.

"Well, anyway, you down to watch a movie with me tonight? They finally put The Clown Age 2 up on pay-per-view, and I've been wanting to see it."

I knit my brows as I crossed my arms. "I think I've seen people talk about it online. They say that the franchise is 'problematic.'"

Nia rolled her eyes. "Yeah, 'cause me seeing a movie about a deranged clown who murders teenagers is going to turn me into a raging serial killer. God, the internet never fails to make me want to perform my own lobotomy." She shook her head. "Anyway, you wanna watch with me later?"

I shrugged. "Sure." Maybe watching a movie with Nia will help me get my mind off of him… I hope so.

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That's how I ended up watching that stupid horror movie with Nia, as we were lounging on the couch while we shared a thin throw blanket between us. The movie was playing from the projector that Nia hooked up to her phone via Bluetooth. Nia would audibly let out her criticisms with each scene, and I assumed she wanted to watch the movie solely to make fun of it.

I wasn't really into horror films all that much, I didn't really watch movies. I would much rather be reading a book.

After about half an hour of jumpscares and movie gore that certainly didn't get Mr. Fotia off my mind, Nia's phone began to vibrate on the coffee table. I looked at it in curiosity to see who it was, and of course it was her father.

Nia reached over and picked up her phone to answer it. "Hello?" She greeted, standing up and walking away from the television so she could have a conversation over her phone.

Nia only walked a bit further to the other end of the room opposite from the movie projector. I tried to eavesdrop over the sound of the movie so I could hear what they could possibly be talking about.

"Um, yeah… It's fine. Just make it quick… I am, why?" A pause. "Where's this coming from all of a sudden?" I heard her ask before silence again. "Uh, okay… Whatever. Maybe some other time, alright, dad?" She sighed. "Yeah. Alright."

After she was finished, she walked back to the couch and laid back down on the opposite end from me. "Sorry 'bout that."

"What was that all about?" I asked her, trying not to seem like I was too interested.

Nia sighed and shook her head. "My dad called me out of nowhere asking me if I want to do something with him next weekend," she said. "But I already made plans for me and you. I don't know why he's even done that all of a sudden."

Could Mr. Fotia really be taking my advice seriously? I wondered. "Well… We don't have to hang out together next weekend. We could do something another day." I cleared my throat. "You should hang out with your dad."

Nia's brows knit in confusion. "Uh, no thanks. I'd choose you any day over him." She rolled her eyes before muttering something like, "he chose Afghanistan over me."

Ouch. I knew that I probably wasn't meant to hear that, but it still made me feel hurt for Mr. Fotia. "He might have something important to tell you," I said. "What if it's his last days and you don't even know? You never know what could happen."

Nia shook her head and seemed to be even more perplexed. "Look, you don't have to get all dramatic on me. One of the reasons I moved out was so I could get away from him."

"He loves you, Nia. I know what it's like growing up with loving parents. And I know your dad is genuinely one of those people. I know he's probably hard on you, but he cares about you and wants what's best."

She seemed as if she was beginning to become annoyed. "Yeah right. Listen, I know I asked you to 'befriend' my dad and whatever, but you're really gonna take his side over mine?"

I went quiet. It was true, it did seem as if I was defending him. Nia chuckled sarcastically. "Respectfully, Cody… My relationship with my father is none of your business. So can we like, not talk about it?" she asked coldly. I really had nothing to respond with—I knew she was right. It wasn't any of my business.

We sat through the rest of the movie in silence. After it was finished, Nia turned it off and went straight to her room without a word, closing the door. I closed my eyes and exhaled deeply. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything…

I went over to the kitchen, getting a clean cup before bringing it over to the sink to fill it with water. A lot of people are scared to drink tap water, but I couldn't care less. It's just water, anyway. I've survived without catching any tap-water-related illnesses so far.

I sipped the cold water from my cup, thinking about Nia and her relationship with her father. Not only was my mind still on the whole morality issue with Mr. Fotia and his time in Afghanistan, but now I had his relationship with Nia to think about on top of that.

Their family is stressing me out, I thought as I gulped my water that followed with a deep sigh. I wonder what Cynthia was like… She must have been a really great woman to have been Mr. Fotia's first and only love.

I took another sip. I wonder if Nia and her father would be closer if Cynthia was still alive. I know Nia said that she passed when she was younger… But then Nia had to stay with some relatives until Mr. Fotia was finished serving.

I understand that it must have been hard for her, but I think Mr. Fotia, or… Miles is trying now, I thought to myself. I don't know if I had anything to do with that, but… I know he loves her. I know how much he cares about her.

I put down my cup and deeply sighed again.

And I… Care deeply for him, I thought. I was beginning to feel that for the first time since my talk with Mr. Fotia earlier, I knew what decision to pick. It's obvious that Mr. Fotia didn't want to kill people. He already had his time to lament over their lives. I know that he's a man who has a big heart despite not being able to really express it. He's not perfect, and neither am I. He's a loving man, he's a man who's protective of his daughter because he loves her so much… He's not a bad man. No, he's a wonderful man.

I clutched my chest at the feeling of my heart pounding just thinking about him. Yes, that's it… I know what I want, I decided, tilting my head back and finishing the rest of the water in my glass in one large gulp before letting out a loud exhale. I want Mr. Fotia. I like him too much. And I really want to try my best to help strengthen his relationship with Nia.

But even though I knew what I wanted, I decided that I'd wait a few days to see if I still felt the same way. I didn't want to rush this decision just to regret it later.

But deep down, I already knew what my answer would be.

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The following day, Nia acted normal, as if whatever happened between us the previous night never happened. She interacted with me normally, and I didn't want to sour her mood again—so I just played along.

Maybe not now, but soon I should try to be subtle and encourage Nia to hang out with Miles, I thought to myself.

I couldn't believe that August had already arrived. My summer had been totally turned upside down ever since I met Mr. Fotia…

Nia and I ended up going to a roller rink that weekend. It was actually fun, my balance wasn't perfect but I managed to stay on my feet. She took some really great photos of me skating around, and I did the same for her. Of course, we posted the photos on our Posty profiles and tagged each other.

Nia ended up befriending a fashionable and pretty girl with a puffy afro who was probably around the same age as us. She approached Nia and complimented her piercings, and Nia complimented her back on her outfit before they began to strike up a conversation. I wasn't even mad that Nia kind of ended up ditching me to talk to her as they skated together. I liked seeing her happy.

Though it seemed that the girl was interested in Nia, Nia only shyly insisted that she was being friendly when I'd tease her about it. They ended up exchanging numbers, so I hoped something would happen between them.

A week passed by since I last saw Mr. Fotia, and I already missed him. I knew that we weren't a couple or anything, but I liked seeing him and doing anything with him, even just platonically. But of course, I also liked doing things with him sexually, too…

I enjoyed what we had. I didn't want to ruin it. It made me happy.

We just had to make sure that Nia didn't find out… But I wondered if that was even the right choice. It's not good to keep secrets from her… But at the same time, Mr. Fotia and I are just doing things together in private, she doesn't need to know, I thought to myself.

Although I was nervous to do it, I decided to give Mr. Fotia a call. It went to voicemail, so I left a message just letting him know that I wanted to talk. I was scared he wasn't answering my call on purpose—but I figured that he was most likely to be at work.

So, I waited for a call back… And spending a few hours just sitting around anticipating his call felt like centuries. I just spent my time scrolling through my social media pages, reading people's comments about me. It was kind of fun to read what people had to say about me without responding to any of the comments. I simply liked to lurk sometimes and amuse myself with other people's opinions about me.

And finally, while I was doing my daily leg exercises, my phone began to ring, making me reach for it and answer immediately when I saw that it was Mr. Fotia calling me. "Hello?"

"Hey, Cody. Ya left me a voicemail, yeah? What's goin' on?"

Every time I hear his voice, I get butterflies, I thought to myself before clearing my throat. "I… I want to talk to you, face to face," I said. "I've made my decision, so I want to tell you in person."

He went silent for a few moments before he finally responded. "Alright. How 'bout you come over this weekend when I'm off work?" He asked me.

"Okay. I'll see you then," I said before we said our goodbyes and I hung up. I put my phone down and closed my eyes, taking a deep breath.

I made this decision with my heart… I hope this is the right choice.

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During the rest of the week before I was going to see Mr. Fotia again, I used my time to do some research on the LGBTQ+ movements and what I could possibly do to help the community more. Ever since I came out publicly, I felt as if I kind of had a responsibility to be more involved in the community.

I was never really 'proud' of my sexuality, I grew up trying to keep it a secret. But now that I was an adult, I definitely felt like it's something I should be proud of. After all, Mr. Fotia said that I could be inspiring boys like me to get into fashion that doesn't exactly conform to the gender norm.

And so, I started off by donating money to organizations that help LGBTQ+ youth who have been disowned and kicked out or discriminated against. I felt that was a good start.

My parents still haven't brought up my coming out whenever I talked to them since then. I didn't know if maybe they didn't care, or maybe they were trying not to bring it up, or maybe they didn't even know at all… I decided to just avoid the subject with them.

When the time finally came for me to see Mr. Fotia, I called him before coming over to let him know that I was on my way. He told me that he left the door unlocked, so I could just come in when I arrived.

So that's what I did—I parked in the driveway before getting out of my car and walking up to the porch, opening the front door that indeed was unlocked. I made my way inside before closing the door and taking my shoes off. "Hey, it's me," I called out, to which Mr. Fotia called back to me from the kitchen.

I made my way down the hall to the kitchen, seeing Mr. Fotia standing by the kitchen island, dressed in his usual choice of fashion—a tight-fitted T-shirt and jeans. He seemed to be going through what looked to be mail. "Hey, boy."

"Hello, sir," I greeted. He turned and looked at me, giving me a little smile from under his moustache. "How're ya doing?"

"I'm alright," I said. We stood in front of each other in silence for a bit before he crossed his arms and leaned back against the edge of the island. "So, have ya thought it over?"

"Yes, I have," I said with a nod. I slowly made my way over to him, looking up at him as I brought a hand to his face. "I… I like you too much not to want to be with you. I know you're a good person, and I want to know more about you, inside and out." His brown eyes were so gorgeous, and I wished that I could stare into them forever. "So… I want to continue to see you, Miles."

He seemed so happy to hear me say that. "Are you one-hundred percent sure, boy? Because I completely get it if you don't want to—"

I shushed him. "I'm totally, completely sure," I said with a smile. "I don't think you're a bad person at all. When I see you, I feel nothing but happiness. I want nothing more than to be with you."

We took a moment just gazing into each other's eyes. He then leaned in closer to press his lips against mine, and I felt myself smile into the kiss. I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't kiss him like this anymore, I thought to myself as we kissed tenderly, our lips slowly moving in time with each other as his large hands gently cupped my face.

Kissing him felt so right. I didn't think I belonged anywhere except in Mr. Fotia's grasp. As we continued to make out, it began to grow more heated, as his kisses were more insistent, like he hungered for me.

His hands moved down to my sides as I wrapped my arms around his neck, threading my fingers through his hair he always slicked back as our kisses deepened, and I gasped when I felt his tongue enter my mouth and play with mine as he pushed me back, feeling my back hit the edge of the kitchen table. Fuck, I thought to myself, feeling blood begin rushing down to my groin the more we kissed.

His lips kissed their way from my lips, across my jaw until I could feel his warm breath against my ear. "I really like ya, boy…" He whispered in a low and husky voice, making my face heat up as I bit down on my lip shyly. His lips made contact with my neck, my eyes fluttering closed as he gently bit into my skin.

"I want you," he muttered against my neck, his grip on my hips tightening as I turned my head to give him better access, letting out little sighs as I was feeling myself growing hotter by the second with each touch Mr. Fotia gave me. I want more, I thought. I want more and I want it now.

"Mmm… I want more," I let out. Mr. Fotia pulled away to look into my eyes. I tried to give him my cutest look. "I want you to take me, Daddy."

Mr. Fotia groaned hearing me call him that, before I gasped when he spun me around and pushed me down onto the table in one quick motion. "I wanna do you right here on this table," he grunted as I felt his hand sliding under my shirt, making me smirk as I felt his warm, calloused hand against the skin on my back.

"Please do it," I let out in my submissive girly voice, pushing myself back to rub my ass against his crotch as I heard him sigh at the feeling. "Fuck me raw… Right here, right now."

"Ya sure?" Mr. Fotia asked with a bit of worry in his voice, but I turned my head to look at him before nodding. "Yes, I think I can handle it. If you're worried about me not being clean, I am," assuring him. Nothing out of the ordinary was going on with my body, so I was pretty sure I was safe. "So, take me."

"Well, alright. Then that's what I'll do," Mr. Fotia said with a smirk before his hands moved to pull my shorts down along with my trunks, sighing at the sight of my bare ass. He ran a hand over a cheek before slapping it as I winced and whimpered at the slight pain, but I liked it.

"God, what a fuckin' gorgeous ass," I heard him mumble as he seemed to take some time to just admire it. I felt myself blush, always feeling so shy yet so horny whenever someone talked about how nice my ass was, but the fact that it was Mr. Fotia saying it… It did things to me. I was already hard.

"I noticed for a while now that ya got some light lil' freckles on your cheeks. They're real cute," he said, making me softly giggle. So I've been told…

I looked forward as I heard the sound of clothes rustling before I felt Mr. Fotia slap his cock against my ass a few times. "You got a body of an angel," he said breathily, one hand under my shirt. I heard him take his time to collect his saliva before he spat a few times before it was followed by the sounds of some jerking. "Spread yourself for me. Yeah, just like that," he said, as I followed his directions, spreading myself wider for him, eager for him to hurry up and fuck me.

I softly gasped when I felt the tip of his dick against my hole before he pushed only a little bit of himself inside, and I wailed out in pain. Okay, so maybe doing this completely raw isn't such a good idea, I thought to myself as I grit my teeth.

Mr. Fotia must have noticed that I was in pain, as he stopped and slowly pulled himself out immediately. "I think we're gonna have to use some lubricant," he said matter-of-factly. "I should get it from my room—"

"N-no," I immediately said, turning my head to look at him to see a confused expression on his face. "No?"

An idea suddenly came to me, and even just thinking about suggesting this strange idea made me feel embarrassed. "Um… You don't have to go all the way upstairs and get the lube, why don't we try and use something that's already here in the kitchen?"

Mr. Fotia widened his eyes and seemed to become somewhat flustered at my suggestion. "W-what? You mean using food for lubricant?"

"Yeah, why not?" I said, shrugging. "I actually overheard some co-workers talking about how stuff like olive or coconut oil works really well as lube." It was true, I actually did overhear some other models at one of my shoots talking about that, and it got me thinking for a little while if it's something that I'd want to try.

Mr. Fotia stroked his chin in thought. "Hmm… I do have some olive oil that could work," he said before leaving me to go over to the pantry and pull out a glass bottle of olive oil. He came back with it, taking a moment to inspect the bottle as if it would come with instructions for lube use.

He twisted open the cap before I heard the gloopy sounds of the oil that followed with the sounds of sloppy jerks while Mr. Fotia hummed from his throat, sounding like he was pleased.

I then felt two slick fingers probe my hole before they slid inside me. Mr. Fotia began to thrust his fingers back and forth, making me softly whimper at the feeling of him stretching me and preparing me. Even though I was sure I was still stretched out from the last time we had sex, I liked getting my boy pussy fingered.

It didn't take long until I felt that I was ready for the real thing. "Mmm, I want your cock already," I whined out, making him chuckle. "Good boy," he muttered before I felt his hand on my back again and the tip of his dick beginning to enter me. It was much easier for him to slide inside, and the feeling of his raw cock inside me felt so fucking amazing. It was definitely different from how it felt with a condom on.

"Fuck," I sighed out the more I felt his cock fill me. I was still a tight fit around him, my walls clenching around his length as he sheathed himself within me.

"Nice, you can take more of me inside of ya now," Mr. Fotia said in an impressed tone, placing his hands on my hips as he held me and pushed himself inside as much as he could before staying still, taking his time to stay there and let me warm his dick.

He then began to move his hips back, feeling his cock leaving me before he thrust back into me again, making me let out a moan. He did it again, and again, and again… He then began to pick up the pace, thrusting within me as all I could do was let out moans and breathy curses, loving how his big dick felt fucking my cunt.

He continued rocking his hips as I slumped down onto the table, my hand leading down to my own erect dick, squeezing it and jerking at the same rhythm of Mr. Fotia's heaves into me. I loved being used like this, I loved having such a strong man use me like a fucktoy. It was amazing, as if it was everything I could have ever wanted.

Something about the sensation of the olive oil, and the way the kitchen table was shaking was odd yet incredibly erotic. Mr. Fotia kept fucking me nice and good, making me widen my eyes and cry out loud at the feeling of him thrusting into my prostate, sending shockwaves of pleasure all throughout my body.

"Damn, right there…" He mumbled, gripping my hips tighter as he continued to fuck me at the same angle to slam himself into my prostate over and over again as all I could do was keep jerking myself while shutting my teary eyes as I let moans and cries slip from my drooling mouth.

"You like it when Daddy fucks you, huh?" Mr. Fotia muttered under his breath as he continued pounding my ass. I nodded eagerly before spitting into my hand, jerking myself as fast as I could. "Y-yes, Daddy, I love it…!" I whined, tears running down my face. I was such a submissive mess for him.

"Daddy loves how your body feels, pretty boy. Now, I wanna see your face when I fuck you," he said, pulling himself out before aiding me in getting me on my back. He picked up the bottle of olive oil before pouring some more into his hand. He jerked himself to get his hard member nice and slick before entering himself in me again, going back to fucking me fast and hard. I loved when he was so aggressive with me.

He looked so fucking sexy above me with my legs spread for him as he held onto my thighs, gritting his teeth or muttering curses under his breaths as he kept battering my prostate. I kept jerking my cock as I could feel myself getting close to reaching my climax with how overwhelming the pleasure was. "Yes, just like that, just like that…" I quietly chanted under my pants. My mind was so hazy with lust, and Mr. Fotia's dick was putting me under his spell.

"I-I'm so close," I whined out as I looked up at him with my innocent teary eyes, knowing very well I would burst anytime soon. "Daddy, you're gonna make me cum…!"

It only took one more deep plunge into me as I squeezed my dick hard and arched my back off the table with a loud, high-pitched cry as I felt myself being pushed over the edge, absolute bliss hitting me like a tidal wave. I felt myself cum all over my hand as I felt Mr. Fotia's fingers press deep into my thighs, his cock pulsating within me before painting my insides with his warm semen, letting out a loud groan.

The two of us took our time to calm ourselves down and catch our breaths as I came down from my orgasm high. Wow, I'm so full with his cum, I thought to myself as I breathed deeply. I love it…

Once the both of us finally calmed down, Mr. Fotia pulled out of me and inspected my hole with a whistle. "Holy fuck. Your pussy looks fucking stunning dripping with my cum… Mmm, I like that."

I felt my face heat up in embarrassment, feeling so shy as Mr. Fotia admired me like I was a work of art, as I was covered in my cum while my asshole dripped with his own.

He pulled up his pants and underwear back up before making himself decent and doing his pants again. He went over to the counter to get some paper towels, bringing a sheet over to me before he cleaned me up, making me giggle. "We should probably go shower… I'm actually not sure how safe olive oil is as lube…"

After I was clean, Mr. Fotia nodded as I got off the table and pulled my shorts and underwear up. We both leaned in for a quick kiss before I smiled and hummed in amusement. "I'm so happy I get to be with you," I said with a dreamy sigh.

"I feel the same way 'bout you, boy," he said to me as he ran a hand through my hair before planting a kiss on my head. "Now, let's go take a shower. I ain't wanna get any health complications from this oil."

I laughed with a nod before he led the way to his room as I followed. I don't know what I'd do without him. I really, really like him, I thought to myself as we made our way up the stairs. If only Nia could see how much of a great man he is too…