One night I was going at it, I was so close but couldn’t get myself to finish. I kept imagining FJ, calling his name over and over, frantically stroking my cock, but I couldn’t shoot, so I decided to switch to Mr. Giovanni- Big Frank.
I thought of his bulky body slamming against my skinny one, his monster cock drilling my hole like those boys in the porn. Giving it to me good, spanking me, pulling my hair, calling me his boy, demanding that I call him daddy.
Yes, Frank. Fuck me Frank. Fuck me good daddy! Frank! Frank! Twenty seconds later I erupted the hardest I ever had all over my sheets.
The next night, I snuck over to his house.
FJ would be home in a few days, so I went by to see if Mr. Giovanni needed anything for the party.
That’s all.
I anxiously knocked on the door and when he appeared in a half opened black velvet robe, all those daddy porns flashed through my head.
“Aye Georgy,” He looked at his watch. “It’s almost 11pm. What can I do for ya?”
“Hey Frank. I remember you said FJ’s party was coming up, so I came by to see if you needed my help with anything.”
“It ain’t till Friday..” A sly type of grin showed on his face. “But c’mon in. Lemme see if I can find you something to do.”
I walked in and sat down on the couch while he went around to his bar.
“Wanna pop? Beer?”
“Sure. A pop.”
“Not a drinker, are ya Georgy?”
“I tried it a few times, but I don’t like the way that stuff makes me feel.”
“Aye, that’s a good boy. Don’t get hooked on the sauce or else you’ll end up with this.” He patted his beer gut.
I laughed, but just looking at him was making my cock twitch and hearing him call me a ‘good boy’ made it worse.
He brought me my pop and sat next to me. He smelled so good. Like he just got out the shower and whatever spicy cologne he was wearing. That definitely got my cock stirring.
“So, what you really doing over here, Georgy?” He asked.
I felt my face turn red. “To help you get ready for FJ’s party.”
“At 11 at night? And his party ain’t till a few days?” He grinned. “I know what you’re doing here. You been stewing on what I told you and now you’re ready to try it out.”
“I-I” I kept stuttering like an idiot.
“It’s alright.” He interrupted. “I told you, I’ma take good care of you.”
He didn’t give me time to think as he wrapped his arm behind me and put his hand on my thigh. I couldn’t even hide how hard I was.
“See that?” He glanced at my dick. “You want me to take care of you. Don’t ya, Georgy?”
I glanced over to the picture on the wall of the young muscled sasquatch Frank Giovanni in the white and red singlet to the older sophisticated looking man in the velvet robe he was now.
I nodded.
“I can’t hear your head, son. You gotta speak up for what you want.”
“Please take care of me.” I swallowed. “Frank.”
A dangerous grin grew across his face. “Alright. Let’s start here.” He placed his large hand on my crotch. I jumped at the feeling of it cupping my crotch. I was terrified about what was happening, but my legs opened more to his hand so he could touch me more. He started pressing against it, and I moaned quietly while he gently squeezed my package.
He pushed my knees farther apart so he could cup underneath my balls then started caressing them, pressing and massaging in a circular motion. My hips pushed against his heavy hand, but I bit my lip to keep myself from moaning too loud.
“Moan all you want, baby.” He murmured in my ear and massaged me more. “Don’t hold it back. Lemme hear it.”
I shivered and moaned out loud as his breath tickled my neck. I put my hands over his and thrusted myself harder into his hand. My cock was swelling fast, and I wanted him to touch it.
He pulled it out from my shorts and started stroking the head with a firm grip.
“Frank..” His name slipped from my lips.
“Yeah, you like that, Georgy?”
“Yeah.” I moaned in his face.
“That’s a good boy. Get nice and hard for me.” He said.
I didn’t know that being called a good boy could bring someone so close to orgasm! My precum leaked all over his massive fist as he expertly worked my cock, stroking the shaft but focusing underneath my sensitive tip.
He pulled my shaking hand into his robe and I felt his hairy cock plumping up slowly. “Touch it, baby.”
I wrapped my fingers around its hot thickness, and it was like my hand was wrapped around a hot soda can! Its stiffening shaft was wide, and its spongy head was very big and soft.
“Wow.” I exhaled while giving the shaft a few strokes.
He chuckled.
I couldn’t let it go. I tugged and squeezed it again and again, and he let out an aroused grunt at every tug. We jerked each other off on the couch, his hand in my shorts while mine was in his robe, both of our cocks getting rock hard.
He kissed up the side of my neck then leaned in and kissed my lips. I tasted the liquor he just drank as his large tongue parted my lips and slithered into my mouth. That was my first time enjoying a man kiss. It was firm but sensual, and his tongue dominated mine. I kissed him back like I had been waiting all night to do so, roughly pushing my face into his. He was amused by my frantic kissing.
“C’mon.” He stood and led me upstairs. I hadn’t been up there since FJ left. I followed behind, trying to keep my cool on the outside while my cock bobbed outta the front of my shorts.
For a second, when we stopped in front of his bedroom door, I stood there confused like an idiot because I was so used to going to FJ’s room next door. He led me in, and the room was big and nicely decorated. Something I wouldn’t have expected from a single man.
In a single motion, his robe fell to the floor. His gigantic body was much more intimidating naked, and his hefty cock swung underneath his belly in front of his furry low hanging testicles. If he was anything like those mean daddies in the porn then I was in for a rude awakening but at the same time, I wanted him to dominate me too.
He approached me and tried to ease my shirt off, but I flinched.
“You nervous now?” He asked.
I meant to say no but ‘kinda’ came out.
“You wanna stop?”
“No,” I answered quickly. “It’s just- I ain’t been with anyone else but FJ, and you’re his dad. This is messed up.”
“What FJ don’t know, won’t hurt him right? I’ve been raising him by that motto for years.” He rubbed my shoulders. “Listen to me, I’ve had my eye on you for a while now Georgy, and you know what I see when I look at you? I see a boy too busy moping around over nothing that he don’t even realize how sexy he is, and how much he drives grown men crazy. You need some confidence. I can tell there’s a freaky side to you that no one knows about.”
This was news to me. I didn’t know awkward, cute, freckled face Georgy was out here driving grown men wild. I never did anything. I wasn’t out in the streets flaunting my ass like a floozy broad. I didn’t flirt with anyone either, but I rarely got called sexy, so that made me feel good to hear.
“Thanks.” I said. “But I don’t think I have a freaky side.”
He smirked. “We’re about to find out.”
He pressed his lips to mine and his tongue eased into my mouth again. We stood there making out while his fingers eased my shirt up my chest and over my head then he pushed my shorts and underwear down to my ankles. I stepped out of my flipflops, kicking my clothes to the side.