Part IV - Chapter 20

I'd been spending a lot of time with Mr. Fotia.

We spent most of our time together exploring each other's bodies, and every single time we did, it felt like the first time. I never got tired of having sex with him. I was addicted to his handsome face, his muscular body, his large and calloused hands touching me, his long and thick dick fucking me until I was cumming…

But we also did workouts together in his basement. It was an unfinished basement, but it was set up nicely anyway for a home gym. His military achievements were proudly displayed in a case, and a large American flag was proudly hung on the wall by one of the lifting equipment racks.

Our routine would usually go with Mr. Fotia doing his heavy lifting and intense workouts, which included a whole bunch of exercises I knew that I wouldn't be able to do if I tried. So I'd simply run on the treadmill and do a bit of lifting with light dumbbells in the meantime. He'd always play classic rock music from the speaker as we'd exercise.

I couldn't help but feel a bit hot and bothered watching him working out. How sweaty he was and how he'd flex his muscles… I wanted to just worship his sweaty sculpted body. I'd get so distracted by him when I should have been focusing on exercising.

One day after we were both done with working out, I wiped the sweat from my head and neck with a towel, feeling incredibly tired in a good way. I worked pretty hard today, I thought to myself with a deep sigh.

I looked over at Mr. Fotia, who was glistening with sweat, a towel around his neck as he opened his water bottle before tilting his head back to take a long drink. I watched as his Adam's apple bobbed as he drank, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead as a few damp strands of his dark brown hair clung to his face.

Ah, shit… I thought to myself, feeling my face heat up as I felt myself beginning to heat up downstairs as well. Mr. Fotia looks so sexy like this…

I didn't know exactly why I liked to refer to him so formally. I preferred calling him by Mr. Fotia rather than his first name, Miles. Maybe I just had a kink for that kind of thing, it reminded me that he was an older man who was above me. I liked the idea of him having authority over me. I especially loved that he was dominant yet soft in the bedroom.

Is it so wrong to just want to be a dom's good boy? Is it so wrong to want to be Daddy's cute little sub?

I loved calling him 'Daddy' the most, though.

He sighed after finishing drinking, wiping the leftover water from his mouth with his wrist before twisting the cap back on the bottle and putting it down. "That sure was a great workout today, ain't ya agree?"

I nodded with a little smile. "Yeah. I pushed myself pretty hard."

He chuckled as he used the towel around his neck to dab at his forehead to soak up his sweat. "Good. It always feels satisfying to finish a great session," he said with a smile.

Ugh, the way he smiles under his moustache always makes me feel butterflies in my stomach…

I slowly walked over to him. "You know, I really like how exercising gets my heart and body going…" I placed a hand on his chest as I looked into his beautiful deep brown eyes. "…And watching you work out gets something else inside me going, too."

Mr. Fotia smirked and raised a brow curiously. "Oh, yeah? Well, what're ya gonna do about it, then?"

I smiled before sliding my hand down his body, getting down on my knees as I looked up at him. "I'll make Daddy feel good with my mouth," I said in my cute voice that I liked to speak in whenever I was being a good submissive boy. I undid the drawstring of his sweatpants before pulling them down, seeing his bulge covered by the dark blue briefs he was wearing. I leaned my face into his groin, taking a long sniff of the sweaty, manly scent of his dick and balls. His scent is going to drive me insane…

I moved away before pulling down his underwear, as I was faced with his big dick hanging before me. Getting a whiff of his exposed sweaty man parts was quickly getting me worked up. I needed him.

I grabbed him at the shaft, picking up his length before rubbing it against my cheek and lips as I locked my gaze with him, seeing him beginning to get flustered at the sight of me rubbing his cock against my face. I could feel him getting harder by the second, too. "Wow, I love your dick, Daddy…" I whined out, humming and pouting the more I rubbed himself against me. "I love the way it smells right after a workout… You smell like such a man, it turns me on so much."

He ran a hand through my hair as he softly chuckled and moved his hips to rub himself against my cheek. "Mmm, you naughty boy. You really are a slut for this old man's cock, aintcha?"

"Yes, Daddy…" I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out, slapping his cock against my tongue a few times before rubbing the tip of his length against it, making him sigh softly. I went back to rubbing it against my cheek as I smiled. "My mouth is the perfect place for your big Daddy cock. So please, let me suck you off. I need to feel you down my throat, need to swallow all your yummy cum… I want you so badly."

"Alright, boy. Go ahead, then," he said as he scratched my scalp in approval. I gathered my saliva in my mouth before spitting onto his hard length, taking it into my mouth. I remember the first time I took his dick in my mouth, it used to be so overwhelming from him being the biggest dick I've ever had—but my body was getting much more accustomed to his size the more we engaged in sexual activities together.

I looked up at him as I slowly moved my mouth back and forth on his length while humming sweetly, gagging whenever I felt him hit the back of my throat. "Fuck," he muttered as he gripped my hair harder when he'd feel the vibrations when I'd hum around his cock. I loved whenever his body would show when I did something he liked.

My own body was beginning to react, as well. My free hand that wasn't gripping Mr. Fotia's dick was rubbing my own dick through my shorts. I was getting hard just from sucking him off…

I moved my head on him faster, loving how the smell of his manly musk was overwhelming my nostrils. I love the way he feels in my mouth, he tastes so good, and I love how he stretches my jaw open and makes me gag around him… I'm exactly what a man like him needs, a cute and subby girly boy to please him.

I moved my mouth off from him only for a moment before spitting on his cock again and taking him back into my mouth, looking up at him as I sucked him off. I hoped that he thought I looked cute taking his dick between my lips, sucking him off like the good submissive little cocksucker I was. I could spend the whole day pleasing him with my mouth, I'm so addicted to Daddy's big cock…

He breathed out heavily, lacing his fingers in my hair and softly scratching at my scalp as he encouraged me. "God damn, boy… You're really good at this, y'know that?"

I hummed in response as I continued to bob my head back and forth on his wet and hard length, before pulling myself off from him, a glob of saliva still connecting my tongue to his cock. "Anything to serve you, Daddy…" I whined, rubbing it against my face again as I groped my hard dick harder through my clothes. "Your dick drives me crazy, just thinking about it makes me so needy for you… I wish I could just be your little cockslut all the time. Wouldn't you like that, Daddy?"

"Fuck yes, boy. I'd love nothing more than to be able to feel your body 24/7." I took him into my mouth again, taking as much of it as I could down my throat before I gagged, saliva drooling from my lips. I let go of his cock and let him control me with his grip in my hair as he began to fuck my face, making me hum wantonly around his length. "There we go, that's a good boy. Your pretty mouth looks so good filled with my cock," he muttered as he moved his hips, gripping my hair tighter as he fucked my face and made me drool and gag some more on his big dick. "I feel so damn lucky having an angel like you pleasing me."

I loved hearing him praise me, it turned me on even more. I love being Daddy's good little slut, I thought to myself as I let him use my mouth for his pleasure while I slipped my shorts and underwear down, desperately groping myself. I can't help it, I'm crazy about him… All I can ever think about is him and how much I love the way he makes me feel.

He continued to thrust into my mouth, letting out sighs and soft groans as he worked up to a good pace that was rough, but in a way that I liked. It was so fucking sexy whenever he was a bit aggressive with me. At that point I was jerking myself dryly, but I didn't care—I was getting so desperate to cum just from having my mouth fucked by Mr. Fotia's delicious giant cock.

"Ah, fuck… You're gonna make me cum soon," he muttered before sighing, his brows knit in concentration as he continued to fuck my face. I felt myself getting closer and closer to my own climax as well, my hand desperately stroking my dry cock as my eyes were tearing up from how overwhelmingly good everything felt.

His thrusts into my mouth began to grow sloppy and rushed before he clenched his teeth and held my head in place, feeling his dick pulsate in my mouth before I felt it burst with his seed, shooting his semen down my throat as I swallowed it like the good and obedient boy I was. The feeling of my mouth milking his dick as I swallowed his load sent me over the edge, making me hum loudly around his tool as I squeezed my cock, ejaculating into my hand.

After he was finished and seemed to catch his breath and calm himself down, he carefully pulled me off from him and let go of my hair as leftover cum dribbled down from the corner of my lips. I collected it with my fingers before lapping it up with a pleased hum, I didn't want to waste a single drop of his delicious salty seed.

Mr. Fotia exhaled deeply before he gently chuckled as he patted my head and ruffled my hair. "That felt real good. Thank you, boy… I always like doin' things like this with you."

I blushed and smiled up at him. "Thank you, sir… I really like doing stuff like this with you too," I said shyly. I meant it—I loved to do things with him no matter what, but I especially loved doing sexual stuff with him the most.

He pulled his underwear and pants back up, making himself decent. I used my clean hand to pull my clothes back up before he helped me up onto my feet. "I should go wash my hands," I said in embarrassment, my other hand still covered with my own cum.

Mr. Fotia took my soiled hand before bringing it to his face, making me widen my eyes and blush when he parted his lips and licked at my sticky palm, tasting my load. He licked his lips. "Mmm, I just wanted a lil' taste," he said with a smirk before giving me back my hand, leaving me standing there, completely flustered as he chuckled.

I shook my head before I made my way upstairs to head to the bathroom to clean my hands. I looked in the mirror, wondering if my body had been showing any signs of improvement. I noticed my thin arms were beginning to become slightly toned, but not too much—just enough to show that I wasn't malnourished or could have a breeze carry me away with the wind. I wasn't planning at all to become muscular as the guys I liked, I just wanted to look healthy.

After I was done, I heard Mr. Fotia coming upstairs. I met him in the hallway before we shared a sweet kiss, making me smile and giggle. "Your moustache is growing longer," I said as I touched his face.

"Whaddya think I should do with my facial hair? I'm wonderin' if I should either grow out a beard, or maybe just go completely clean-shaved."

I shook my head. "Neither… I like when you keep stubble and your moustache," I said. "I think it's hot."

He chuckled and placed his hand over mine that was against his face. "Really, now? Then I think I'll stick with what ya like," he said, making me softly chuckle as I felt my face slightly heat up.

"How 'bout we go n' take a nice hot shower to get ourselves cleaned up, yeah?" Mr. Fotia suggested, making me nod before he led me upstairs.

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So that's how things went with him and I—other thn having sex, we would spend a lot of time working out together, or hanging out and talking, or even doing a bit of gardening together. I liked doing anything as long as I was with him.

I tried to think up some ways for Mr. Fotia and Nia to rebuild their relationship. I know their relationship probably wasn't any of my business—but they both meant so much to me, and I really wanted to do all I could for them to become closer. I felt that maybe I could actually do it.

I just wished Nia would stop being so stubborn. Every time I suggested she should hang out with her father, she'd get annoyed with me.

"My dad called me again," she said while I was cooking some dinner and she was lounging on the couch, scrolling through her social media feed on her phone. "He keeps asking me if we can talk, face to face… But I just know he's probably just gonna yell at me about some bullshit again and how I need to stop making dumb decisions."

I stirred the pasta in my pot of boiling water on the stove, thinking about how I'd want to gently give her a push. "Maybe he won't. It could be something important, you know. Not everything he has to say is to yell at you."

"Yeah, whatever… He can just tell me whatever it is over the phone. I don't really want to see him."

"C'mon," I said with a sigh. "Even though you don't wanna see him, I'd say just at least hear him out for whatever it is he has to say. Has he even criticized you or yelled at you lately?"

Nia sighed deeply. "No…" She said quietly in defeat, as if she knew I was right. "Now that I think about it… Ever since I asked you to help him with that shed, I don't think he's hounded me even once."

I stopped my stirring, feeling my heart nearly stop for a moment at the possibility of her suspecting anything between her father and I. But she only turned to look at me. "See? So what makes you think he's gonna yell at you this time?" I asked, trying to casually play it off.

She sighed again. "Because he always did ever since he got back. From Afghanistan, I mean. Along with my mom being gone, he's been so uptight and strict, yelling and lecturing me about everything." She laid back down. "So… Even though he seems to be a lot more calmed down now, I'm always gonna be putting my guard up for how he treated me for all those years."

"Well… As I said, just hear him out and what he has to say. Who knows, it may just very well be something good," I said, before turning off the stove and bringing my pot over to the sink to strain the pasta. "I'm not forcing you or anything, but I think you should at least think over it. He's your dad, after all."

Nia went silent for a few moments before she quietly responded with a soft "yeah."

I poured my pasta from the strainer back into the pot. "Is that why you hate him? Because of how strict he is?"

"I don't hate him," she said as she twirled a piece of her hair around her finger. "He just pisses me off sometimes. Like really, he was barely home even when my mom was alive, left me at my uncle and aunt's place while he chose to still serve instead of coming home to take care of me, and then he comes home anyway after getting shot. Talk about karma," she scoffed. "Then he treats me like that when he actually has to take care of me? It's fucking ridiculous."

She exhaled deeply. "I just… Wish that my mom was still around, y'know?" She said quietly, and I couldn't think of what was the proper thing I could say. "I may not know much about her, but I'm sure that your mother would want to see you and your dad try to get along," I said, not really saying anything logical, but it was more like my emotional side was beginning to come out. "I can tell your dad's trying. Seriously, I'm pretty sure the only reason he bothered to get to know me is because he loves you." Okay… Maybe I'm stretching it now… But I don't think I'm wrong. "I know it's not my place to talk about your relationship with him, but you should at least try a little harder and meet him halfway."

The conversation between us ended there, as Nia didn't respond after that. I wondered if she was thinking about my words, or if maybe she simply was tired of the topic. I finished cooking the pasta before getting some into a bowl then opened up the jar of white store-bought pasta sauce and poured some on top. "I made pasta, so make sure you eat some," I told her before she just responded with a quiet hum.

After heating it up in the microwave, I used a towel to take it out so as not to burn my hand. I got out a fork before sticking it into my pasta, getting a can of hard seltzer from the fridge before taking it and my food with me as I headed to my bedroom. "Remember to think about it, okay?" I called out to her. She didn't respond, but I at least hoped that she heard, and that she'd take what I said into consideration.

Once I got to my room, I sat down on my bed and opened up my laptop to check my social media notifications. My latest shoot I posted was with a young photographer named Jay Blake. She wanted to capture me with the transitioning nature as summer was ending and autumn was approaching. I totally agreed with the vision—I felt just like me publicly coming out, autumn represented maturity and change, and that I too was maturing and beginning to truly show the world who I am. The shoot consisted of me wearing different outfits that were great for the cool weather as I strolled in the city park where the leaves were beginning to change colours and fall from the tree branches.

I gained more and more followers every day, and got so many gigs for shoots and high-end commercials. I admit, I was actually getting better with being with people and socializing. I was always going to be introverted, that's definitely never going to change, but at least I could actually kind of hold conversations with others now. I'd go out and hang out with others when I'm invited, and it felt good to actually be with others and meet new people who I was working with.

Soon, my phone began to ring. It was Chance, and I answered immediately. "Hello?"

"Cody. How're you doing?" He asked me.

"I'm alright. How about you?"

"Good, good… Listen, we've just got something special offered to you," he said, and I could tell that there was a bit of excitement in his voice. "You know the singer Mint McCraw?"

"No," I answered. "Are they popular?"

"Yes, they're a pop-folk singer. Apparently, they're popular with the youth, especially people your age," he said. Of course I wouldn't know them. I don't listen to that kind of music.

"Anyway, they want you to star as the lead actor in their music video for their new single. I'll forward the email to you so you can read what it's all about and make a decision. Think over it, and get back to me when you've decided."

"Okay," is all I said before we said our goodbyes and hung up. I mixed the sauce into my pasta before eating as I waited for Chance to send me the email. Once it finally arrived in my inbox, I opened it to read what it said.

"Hello. This is an invitation from me, Mint McCraw themself, writing to the management team of Cody Vale.

I would like to formally ask for Cody Vale to be my main model for the music video of my new single, 'Psyche.' As a person who identifies as non-binary, I'm impressed and intrigued by Cody's confidence in breaking gender norms and how he seems to do it so flawlessly. I admit, I am enamoured with Cody's androgynous beauty, and I would love for him to be the lead model in my new music video.

There would be no talking, but there is minimal acting involved. Most of it will consist of glamour poses. It's mostly showcasing Cody's beauty in different scenarios. The song is about the celebration of breaking the chains of gender roles and norms, and that we should celebrate all kinds of beauty from all genders, especially ones that are seen as unusual and out of the ordinary. It's not so common for cisgender men to look so ethereally androgynous so naturally. I like it, and I'd like for Cody to star in my music video.

If this is of interest, I would like to know within three days of this email being sent. If this is not of interest or I do not receive a response within three days, then I thank you for your time to read this email and wish you much good luck with your future."

After I finished reading the email, I already knew that this was something that I wanted to do. Starring in a music video that promotes this kind of thing? Of course I'll do it! I immediately texted Chance telling him that I was interested, and he told me he'd get back to Mint McCraw as soon as possible.

Being in a music video for a popular artist? That's so exciting, I thought to myself as I continued to eat, also thinking about what I'd be doing and how I could possibly look in the video.

I opened the can of my alcoholic drink before taking a long sip. I wonder how it will turn out for me…

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The Thursday of the week after, I flew out to New Orleans to meet Mint and the rest of the team to film the music video for their new song. Now that I lived on my own, I didn't need my parents to make me have a chaperone. I always ask Nia if she wants to come with me, but her work schedule, streaming schedule, and partying schedule never gave her time off.

I didn't mind going alone, though. I got to ride the plane in first-class and get access to the fancy treatment. I guess that's just one of the perks to being a 'celebrity.'

The first time on set made me nervous, but I was also incredibly excited. Mint was absolutely lovely and smelled really nice, too. I listened to the song on repeat before arriving—and I was actually taking a liking to it, despite it not really being my usual taste.

The first scenes of me they wanted to film were of me wearing a casual suit with a few of the top buttons undone, with my hair gelled and styled while I did a bunch of hot poses in front of a white backdrop. I felt like I was giving off such masculine energy, and tried to play the role of a sexy, metrosexual womanizer. They even had me smoke a fake cigarette. It was a bit odd to play a role that was so far from myself—but it was a fun change. Mint explained that they wanted to show a different spin on the stereotypical 'playboy,' representing their vision of the dream boy they'd daydream about from a young age, but also the kind of man they admired and looked up to. I wasn't sure if I'd be able to pull it off, but Mint assured me I was perfect.

The next scenes to film were me wearing makeup on and a formal gown, as my character would be crowned the winner of the pageant among three other women. As they placed the sash around me and placed the crown upon my head before handing me a bouquet of flowers, I tried my best to picture myself as if I actually did win a pageant. It wasn't hard at all for me to act excited and grateful, because I felt like soon this role would one day become a reality. It was the representation of the opposite of my other character.

And I had to admit, I knew that I looked good. Maybe crossdressing was indeed for me.

My character represented the kind of girl Mint would not only daydream about, but was also a fantastical idealized version of what Mint would dream about growing up to be like.

After those scenes were finished, I had to go wash off my makeup before changing into some nude-coloured shorts. I was supposed to appear as if I were nude in the next scene which was the bridge of the song, but I would be sitting in a bathtub filled with water where only my torso and up would be visible. I was shot with a spotlight shining down on me in the bathtub, thoroughly scrubbing myself and splashing water over my head and body, as if trying to become clean. It was a representation of trying to erase the two versions of myself and be completely 'clean' of an identity.

After those scenes were finished, I dried off in my dressing room before changing into my street clothes, feeling exhausted in a good way from finishing the scenes. I talked to Mint about the ending of the music video, where they will have the video edited for both versions of myself to be doing poses together, and look as if we were interacting, and they share a kiss with one another, symbolizing that my character has embraced both of their ideal man and woman as one.

I was amazed by that. I felt as if Mint really helped capture what it was like to be someone who felt fascinated by both the worlds of the 'male' and 'female' regardless of their identity. Because this was almost exactly what I was going through, too.

After the filming was over, it was then up to Mint and the editing crew to make the video come alive. I thought that I did the best that I could, and I was confident that I delivered Mint's vision to the best of my abilities. I felt that I understood the assignment.

I was exhausted, so I went straight to my hotel room after I was done for the day. I made plans for the next day, I wanted to experience some of the history of jazz here and explore some jazz clubs. New Orleans has such a significant jazz scene, how could I not want to?

I took a long, hot shower where I couldn't stop humming 'Psyche.' After I was finished, I dried myself off before changing into one of Mr. Fotia's shirts and just my trunks.

I yawned as I walked out of the bathroom, walking over to my phone to check if I missed anything while I was in the shower. I got a text from my mom asking me how I was doing and if I was safe. I also had some notifications from group chats with people I worked with that I muted. I unlocked my phone and made sure to text my mom back as soon as I could, she would always get worried if I didn't.

I took my phone with me and texted her as I flopped back onto the bed. After I sent the text, I put my phone down and sighed as I stared up at the ceiling. It was a nice hotel, and the room wasn't bad at all. Something about staying at different hotels was kind of fun, but of course there was nothing like my own bedroom back at the apartment.

I began to smell a comforting and familiar scent, lifting the collar of my shirt up to my nose as my eyes fluttered closed. It was the scent of Mr. Fotia's aftershave… And the lingering scent of him, as well.

I love the way he smells, I thought to myself as I continued to indulge myself in the scent of Mr. Fotia's shirt that fit much too big on me. My face was heating up in embarrassment as I softly sighed, feeling myself beginning to get worked up just from the scent of his shirt.

My other hand travelled down my body, palming my cock through my underwear the more I got lost in his smell. It was only a few days since I saw him, but his scent was so intoxicating that I craved him at that moment. My mind was taken over by thoughts of him, and my body sure was responding.

I could have just simply beat my meat to a fantasy, but I needed Mr. Fotia, I hungered for a piece of him, anything at all.

Then it hit me. I should call him, I thought to myself as I desperately grabbed at my cock through my clothes, rubbing it though the fabric. I need to hear his voice to get me off…

I picked up my phone and went into the calling app to look for his name in my contact list. I remember he said he's not much of a texter, so I hope he'll pick up and that he isn't doing anything important at the moment…

I called him, holding my phone up to my ear while I bit down on my lip, squeezing myself with a soft whimper while I waited for him to pick up. After about two rings, I heard him pick up on the other line. "Hey, boy. What's goin' on?" He asked.

Just hearing him say that already is making me melt, I thought. "Hello, sir… Are you busy right now?"

"Nah, I ain't. What about you? Didn't ya have some sorta music video shoot today?"

"Mmhmm. I'm in New Orleans, the filming is all finished," I said. "So… I'm just relaxing in my hotel room right now."

"I see. Well, hope you're havin' fun down there. Is there anything ya wanted to talk about in particular?"

I felt both my face and body begin to heat up. "Actually, I just took a shower. Now I'm laying down in bed and wearing your shirt, and it smells like you…" I inhaled the collar of the shirt again before I sighed softly. "Just the smell of you made me miss you so much, Daddy."

I heard him chuckle lowly on the other line. "Is that so? Can't say I ain't feel the same way 'bout you," he said in a somewhat sultry voice. "I've actually been thinkin' bout ya lots today."

I smirked hearing him say that, groping myself more through my underwear. "Yeah? You've been thinking about me? What were you thinking about?"

"Your soft pale skin, your pretty lips, your big blue eyes, your delicate feminine body, that cute set of cock and balls ya got, and that smooth, plump lil' ass of yours. I fuckin' love the way it looks underneath your skirt," he growled, making me softly whine at how good it made me feel hearing him talk about what he physically liked about me, slipping my hand under the waistband of my trunks before gripping my dick.

"I-I'm touching myself, Daddy…" I whimpered out, squeezing at my cock as I could hear his steady breath on the other end.

"Yeah, you're touchin' yourself, huh? You've got Daddy touching himself too, pretty boy," he breathily said in a low voice, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine.

I couldn't take it anymore, I pushed down my trunks before frantically reaching for the tube of complementary hotel lotion that was on the nightstand, squirting some into my hand. "The dirty thoughts of you that go through my mind while I smell your scent from this shirt that's on me… It makes me feel like such a naughty boy," I let out in my submissive voice. "I-I was wondering… Could you talk to me while I touch myself?"

I could tell that just me saying that must have gotten him at least a bit flustered. "What do ya want me to say?"

"About the kinds of things you'd like to do to me if I was there with you right now," I said, desperately wanting him to talk dirty to me some more while I played with my dick.

"Mmm, alright. That sounds good to me," he said approvingly. "Now… If I saw ya wearin' nothing but my shirt and underwear around the house… I don't know if I'd be able to resist ya. I love how small n' cute you look in my clothes."

I smiled and bit down on my lip as I stroked myself with my lotion-covered hand. "What else?" I asked him, wanting him to tell me more about how much I drove him crazy.

"I'd probably stop whatever I'm doing and scoop ya right into my arms before taking you up to my room," he muttered, and I could hear the sounds of clothes rustling. "I'd place ya down on the bed before climbing over you, admiring how damn beautiful you are."

I continued to slowly stroke myself as he talked. I loved the way he looked at me—he made me feel like a work of art.

"Maybe I'd run my hands under your shirt to feel your body, takin' in how well your hips fit in my hands. Then I'd feel for your boy tits and pinch those sensitive little nipples of yours."

"Mmm," I hummed softly, my cock getting harder and harder by the second the more Mr. Fotia talked about my body from his perspective.

"I'd lean in and kiss your neck while playing with your body, loving how you whine n' moan when I'm making ya feel good," he continued before grunting, as I assumed he was pleasuring himself as he talked. "Then I'd take all your clothes off of you before gettin' ya to spread your legs and hold your knees up just for me, while I take in the sight of your pretty cock, cute balls, and delicious lookin' boy pussy on display as I jerk off."

Fuck, I thought to myself as I jerked myself faster, my breaths falling short while my pulse quickened. "Would I look pretty, Daddy? Do you think I'd look so pretty spread for you, showing off my boy parts while I beg for you to touch me?"

"Yeah, boy… You'd look fuckin' gorgeous. But you ain't gotta beg, I'll give it to ya as much as you want."

I sighed as I kept moving my hand, sucking in a breath before sighing deeply hearing Mr. Fotia's deep, gruff, and sexy voice on the other end. "What would you do to me?"

"I'd undo my pants before pullin' them down, then get my cock all nice n' lubed up. I'd press the tip against your hole before making sure you're ready for me. Can I put it in you?"

"Y-yes, please put it in me Daddy…" I whined out, my head completely hazy with lust. My heart felt as if it would burst from my chest.

"Then I'd slide myself all the way until I take ya to your limit, then pound into you, over and over, feelin' your insides clench around me… Mmm…" He sighed as he took a minute to stop talking and regain his composure. "…I'd fuck you so nice and hard, you'd be cryin' and beggin' for me to get you off. Poor lil' pretty boy, wanting to cum so badly, wanting Daddy to cum inside of you."

I couldn't take it anymore—I knew that I was totally going to reach my orgasm soon. "D-Daddy… I'm gonna c-ah… Mmm…"

"That's right, boy. Cum for Daddy."

Hearing him groan that to me instantly sent me over the edge, as I arched my back and let out a cry of pleasure, feeling like my body was set ablaze as I squeezed my cock and spurt out semen, getting the sticky substance all over myself.

I took my time to relax my body and calm down from my orgasm high, and I could hear Mr. Fotia's breaths in time with mine. "Did you cum?" I asked nervously.

"I did," he said with a soft chuckle. "You?"

"Mmhmm," I hummed happily. "I got it all over myself…"

"Heh. Better go n' clean yourself up, ya ain't wanna be all sticky."

"Yeah, I will… I just want to rest a bit first," I said before exhaling deeply. "Thank you for doing that with me, sir… I know it's kind of embarrassing."

"Nah, it ain't embarrassing. We both agreed to explore different kinds of ways to be intimate with each other, didn't we?" He said. "Really, you coulda had anyone you wanted to hook up with, yet you called me up instead. I'm real flattered."

I felt myself blush. It's true… I could have been having kinky sex with a hot stranger, but instead I'd rather get off to Mr. Fotia's voice.

"You got plans for the rest of your trip?"

"Yes, I'm planning on checking out a bit of the jazz scene here in the city tomorrow. I'm looking forward to it," I said excitedly.

"Ah, sounds like lotsa fun. Then I'll let ya clean up n' get some rest. I've gotta get to work early tomorrow."

"Okay. Thanks again for spending some time on the phone with me…" I said bashfully as he chuckled. "Of course, boy. I ain't mind one bit. I'll see ya when you get back, yeah?"

"Of course," I said happily. "Goodnight, sir."

"'Night, Cody."

We both hung up before I put my phone down and sighed deeply, taking a few moments to just stare at the ceiling with the bottom half of my body completely nude and covered in my cum.

That was great, I thought to myself. I can't believe we just did that… And I wouldn't mind at all doing it again with him. I never thought phone sex would be so hot.

After a few minutes of just chilling there on the bed, I decided I needed to get up and clean up. Ugh, guess it's time to hit the shower again…

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The next day, I woke up early to get ready for my day ahead. I took a bit of time thinking over what I wanted to wear, before I finally decided on chinos and a button down shirt that I left open to show off the brand of my shirt underneath. The weather was pretty warm here, so I made sure to pack appropriately.

I checked myself out in the mirror and fixed my hair, running my hands through it until I achieved the right look. I wonder if I should get a haircut. My hair's getting pretty long… Maybe I'll just let it grow out. I don't know.

I pulled out my phone to take a mirror selfie before putting it on my Posty story. I'd actually been using the feature more often. I had to admit, social media was addicting.

After I was finished getting ready, I headed out. I had already written out my own itinerary for the day after doing a bit of research online of the best jazz spots in the city. I was so excited!

I started off my adventure by going to get breakfast at what was shown to be one of the best breakfast diners in the city. I had banana french toast that was absolutely delicious.

The next thing on my list was to explore around the French Quarter. It was so sunny and nice out, so it was perfect for a nice walk. I loved how gorgeous the fancy old buildings were. I came across different street performers playing jazz music, and I'd donate a generous amount of money to them. Once I got to Royal Street, I found this neat music store that sold merchandise and music of famous jazz musicians. I even had a discussion with the employee in the store all about our favourite jazz artists and records. He even gave me a discount on whatever I wanted in the store, but I wasn't really interested in buying anything, but I thanked him for his time.

After that was done, I went to have lunch at another restaurant that had amazing reviews online, and I had a delicious subway sandwich with vegetable soup on the side. Then I took a streetcar to Magazine Street to do some window shopping as I tipped more musicians. There were plenty of things I was interested in but resisted buying. I came across what seemed to be the National WWII Museum. It wasn't on my list to check it out—but I figured that I might as well quickly check out the gift shop to see if I could maybe find something for Mr. Fotia and get him something he actually likes instead of just a stupid generic keychain. After taking about an hour inside to look, I decided on buying him a pewter necklace with the U.S. army service mark engraved.

Once that was over, I spent time by the water, just taking my time to catch my breath and relax for a bit after my day. I would spend more time out later at night, so I just took a bit of a while to simply chill out as I watched the sunset by the water.

And finally, the best part I'd been looking forward to all night—Frenchmen Street. I had heard so much about the jazz scene there, and I had to find out just exactly what it was all about.

When I made it there, it certainly was just as I had imagined, plenty of street performers playing up and down the street, twice as many as I'd seen during the day. The street was busy and crowded with people, but the lights from the streetlamps and the windows of the buildings made me feel that I was safe. I got catcalled by a group of drunk men, but I simply just gave them a swift nod before walking away quickly.

I ended up watching a few street performers and tipping them before I came across a fancy-looking club that caught my eye. The blue hue of the lights shining down in front of the entrance gave a soulful flare to the place, and I could hear passionate jazz piano from the inside. I couldn't help but want to go and check it out for myself.

When I entered it was dark except for the spotlight shining down on the stage, where a beautiful woman donned in a gorgeous dark blue gown was singing passionately as a man in a fedora played the piano accompaniment.

I made my way around before taking a seat at an empty table, enticed by the beautiful melody sung by the woman and how the man tickled the ivories of the grand piano. The song finished and the room gave their applause, as I clapped too.

A waitress came up to me. "Hello, sir. Welcome to The Green Lagoon. Can I get you something to drink?"

"Could I have a Long Island Iced Tea? Actually… Could you make it two?" I asked her as she nodded and wrote it down. "Of course. I'll bring that right to you," she said before going away.

The woman on stage bowed. "Thank you so much. Thank you to you all, I hope you're all having a wonderful night. This next song was written by me—it's called Outline of my Heart."

The song started with the pianist playing out a dramatic piano solo, making me widen my eyes just at how dramatic it was. The waitress came back with my two drinks before the pianist stopped, and the singer closed her eyes and took a deep breath before she began to sing.

"Oh, baby. What have you done?

Your smile warms me like the rising sun

Your lips, they tease me

You truly don't make this easy…"

It was a soulful, jazzy tune that the talented singer passionately belted out. I began to drink, keeping my eyes and ears on the performers. They're really good.

"I didn't think I'd fall for you

But this love we have is too good to be true

Will you stay with me?

Will you stay with me?"

I opened the little souvenir bag I got from the WWII museum, pulling out the necklace I got for Mr. Fotia as I stared at it in my hand.

"You're the only one I love

We fit together like hand to glove

Heaven seems so far away

But with you, it feels like heaven every day…"

As I listened intently to the music while staring at the necklace, my heart and body felt warm with a familiar feeling that I thought I'd never feel again.

Love.

I'm in love with Miles, aren't I?

The woman on stage continued to sing her heart out as I sighed and put the necklace back in the bag, going straight for my drink before taking a long, continuous gulp of it as I knocked it back and downed it quickly before finishing with a sigh, looking at the other glass of Long Island Iced Tea I ordered. I'm really falling in love with him even though I promised myself I wouldn't, huh? I'm gonna need some more drinks…