“That’s it. I give up.” Mr. Giovanni threw his hands in the air. “It’s too damn hot out here. Come inside, Georgy. I’ll grab you something to drink.” He waved me in.
“That’s ok. I gotta get home and shower.” I carefully got up, hoping he wouldn’t see the front of my pants growing.
“I wasn’t asking you what you were about to do, I’m telling you to get in here and get a cold pop.” He walked inside.
Now I see where FJ got his aggressive personality from.
I sat on his couch, and he gave me a cold pop.
“Thanks Mr. Giovanni.”
“Enough with the “Mr. Giovanni” eh? How many years you know me? It’s Frank.”
“Sorry Frank.” I said. “So, when’s FJ coming back to visit?”
“Pfft. Whenever he gets his nose outta those girls’ pussies.” He stood at his dining room bar and poured himself a glass of brandy. “He’s a dog. Used to bring them lil bitches in my house, eating up all my food, drinking my liquor. Ridiculous.”
I knew what me and FJ had wasn’t anything serious, but hearing that he had girls here while we were together bummed me out.
“But I suspect he’ll be here at the end of this month.” He said.
“Really?”
“Yeah. I’ma throw him a big party too. Food, music, booze. All of it. You better be there too.”
“Who would miss one of your parties?”
“True. True.” He finished his glass. “You got yourself a lil girly yet?”
“No sir.”
“When you gonna get you one?”
Never.
“Not any time soon.” I swirled my drink.
“I hear ya. Them bitches will pretend to love ya, then run you for everything got, leaving you high and dry. Listen to experience.” He pointed at me.
“I am.”
“That’s good. You’re a smart kid. Bookish and modest unlike Lil’ Frank. He could’ve learned something from you.” He poured himself another drink. “So how long you and FJ been going at it?”
I shrugged. “I’m not sure. I’ve always hung out with him and the others around the neighborhood. We been friends since the beginning of high school, but we didn’t become close till I made the jv team junior year.”
“Nah, I meant how long you two been fucking each other?”
I almost dropped my drink.
I was too stunned by the question to form a quick enough response to be convincing. “Huh? No- no, Mr. Giovanni it ain’t like that-”
“Don’t ‘no Mr. Giovanni it ain’t like that’ me.” He scoffed. “You think I’m stupid? Like I didn’t know what my own kid was doing in my house? Like I didn’t hear you two upstairs or him with any of those floozy girls? I ain’t dumb Georgy.”
I was mortified. FJ always made it clear that he didn’t want anyone to about what he was doing with me, so I tried to think of an excuse for him.
“He ain’t a queer or anything like that I swear, Mr. Giovanni.”
“I know he ain’t.” He said. “Boys do that stuff all the time- experiment. Try on different things to see what fits and what don’t. It’s natural.” He walked over and sat next to me.
I was confused. He wasn’t giving me the angry disgusted reaction that I thought he would’ve.
“But the thing about FJ,” He continued, “Even if he finds something he likes, he don’t take care of it. He’s always been like that. Never took care of his toys when he was a kid. Dogs? Plays with them and feeds them for about a week then forgets about the poor things. Hell, you think that was the first Camaro I got for him? He wrecked two of them in one year. Insurance was through the roof!” He spat. “I love my son, but he don’t know how to take care of nothing. He doesn’t respect the value of things. Get what I’m saying?”
“I think so.” I didn’t.
“Good. Good.” He nodded and took a drink of his brandy. “Now me, on the other hand, when I see something I like, I keep it, and I take real good care of it. Get what I’m saying?”
He gave me a weird almost suggestive look. “Look Georgy. You’re a good boy, so I’m gonna lay it out clear for you. It’s best if you forget about FJ. He was your first, wasn’t he?”
I nodded.
“He’s a good kid, but he don’t know much about anything. I tried to teach him better, but he don’t listen. Right now, he’s got a lot of growing up to do, so he ain’t gonna give you want you need. So when you’re ready to experience how a real man’ll take care of you.” His large hand squeezed my thigh and I jumped. “You come find me.”
“I-I gotta go, Mr. Giovanni.”
I ran outta his house so quick.
I couldn’t believe it. FJ’s dad was coming onto me. I was stupefied. What did he say? What I needed? Take care of me? And he gave me that pervy look. He liked me. FJ’s old man liked me?
Gross.
Thinking back, it should’ve been obvious. I recall him eyeing me strangely whenever I was with FJ. Another clue was his excessive compliments whenever I came around, and he’d stare at me while I played baseball with the guys in the field across from his house, yet I never gave them a second thought.
“Looking good today, Georgy.” He’d say.
“You’re filling out that uniform nicely, Georgy.”
“Great form out there on the field yesterday, Georgy.”
Even the way he said my name came out sleazy. Like he was savoring it in his mouth.
Plus, FJ’s dad was definitely not my type. He was bald, hairy, and fat. The complete opposite of my type!
He wasn’t an ugly old man, but c’mon. He was old.
Well- older, I guess. 40-ish or 50?
I know he didn’t used to look like that. FJ showed me an old photo of Mr. Giovanni that he hung on their living room wall when he was on the high school wrestling team. He was in the heavy weight category and he looked like a hulking monster. Just imagine Greek god FJ but in a white and red singlet covered in black body hair and a full beard.
All that hair grossed me out.
The whole situation freaked me out, but strangely enough, the more I thought about Mr. Giovanni and how much different he was from FJ, I started coming around to the idea of him.
A few times I thought about how hot it would be to be made a plaything out of by a sexy bearish guy like him. I even started watching porn that had big brutish men screwing little twinkish guys like me.
Not that I wanted to admit that I was a twink, but I had to face the facts.
It was kinda- actually, it was really hot seeing those boys get worked over rough by those huge horse cocked studs while crying out daddy.
I thought calling another man daddy was weird. I heard people say that only boys with daddy issues called men daddy. Daddy issues or not, those boys in the porn looked like they were having a damn good time taking fat cocks in their asses while getting spanked, choked, gagged, slapped, and their hair pulled by those sexy older men.
Unreal. Did I want all that? Did I wanna get spanked? Would Mr. Giovanni even like being called daddy?
I shook the thoughts outta my head. What the hell was I thinking that stuff for? I wasn’t gonna call Frank daddy because I didn’t want him anyways!
The next two weeks I tried to avoid Mr. Giovanni’s house or talk to him when I passed by, but when I was masturbating thinking about FJ, his ripped hard body kept morphing into Mr. Giovanni’s burly hairy one. It was getting difficult to get him outta my head. I imagined it was that young hairy Frank Giovanni fucking me through that tight singlet, and that got my juices flowing.