The House Boy

“Yes Daddy please stretch out my hole….. ”

I’d been given his number by a friend of mine who I hung out with in college, a pretty twinkly bottom type. And for the past week or so this Italian Daddy and I had been flirting back and forth. He was 48, had short brown hair with a few strands of grey. His 6.4” frame towered over my 5.9” frame, his strong body hairy and manly. He was the perfect one, the one I’d been waiting for.

One Saturday afternoon I was lying in bed watching some Netflix when he texts me “Hey what are you doing later tonight? I’d love to meet you for a drink and get to you a bit better.” My cock jumped, plumping up in my basketball shorts at the thought of meeting this hot daddy at the bar. I texted back and we arranged to meet later that night for a drink. It was a few hours off so I smoked a joint and jerked off, watching a favourite vintage twink orgy. I jumped into the shower and got cleaned up, stroking my freshly milked cock and washing my body thoroughly, kneading my gooch with my fingers as I thought about finally meeting with this guy I’d been thinking about all week.

I deduced to wear something nice and fitting but not too formal for the drink, some pants and a plain black tshirt. When I got there I instantly recognised him at the bar; tall, strong and with a few days worth of brown and grey stubble. I could feel my cock start to swell in my pants and my hole contract as I walked up to him. “Angelo?” I asked, trying to sound as polite as possible. “Yes, and you must be Sebastien” he said, turning around on the bar to face me, his deep blue eyes probing my entire body. “Mhmm, are you going to get me a drink then Angelo?” I asked cheekily, testing his reaction. “What would you like?” “What should I have?” I said, locking eyes with him, gently licking my bottom lip. He called over to the barman and a he ordered me “a nice sweet drink of the boy” as ran his hand down the right side of my back and gently over my ass. My cock was a steel rod, gorged with blood as I felt his strong hand caress me, explore me. We sat down in a private booth at the bar, smooth music played and I drank my sweetened Mint Julep which was potent and soon my blood alcohol was making it hard to concentrate on not just sucking Angelo off right here and now. We talked for a while about past relationships, dates and work. He was a lawyer, working with big businesses and made a handsome amount, and it was clear he didn't go without sex much either. He asked me what I did for work and told him a bit of bar work, some office stuff but that I was still in college studying. “But you’ve cleaned a little, shown initiative, and I’m sure you’ve learnt a thing or two about service, making people happy?” Angelo asked. “Sure,” I responded a little confused by why he was talking about cleaning but also unable to get the idea of servicing Angelo out of my head.

He paid for the drinks and we headed to the lifts. I was a little tipsy and the martini Angelo had had put a spring in his proverbial step. As we approached the lifts he grabbed my ass again, but this time he tookit. At the bar he’d glanced over it gently, enough to get me going but this time I knew Angelo was taking hisass. In the empty lift he turns around, cornering me in the lift and grabs a big, strong handful of my cock and balls through my pants. “Mmmm Sebastien, you sure are a good boy aren’t you?” Angelo said, barely above a whisper in the lift now filled a 48 year old Italian man and a 22 year old guy hard as diamond. “Yes Angelo, I am” I whimpered, so close to spilling my load before I’m even naked.

“Now Sebastien, come here.” Angelo said sitting on the large leather couch and sipping from the whiskey he’d poured earlier. I walked over with my eyes locked with his as he slowly unzipped the fly of his suit pants. Each moment gradually revealing more of the glorious, thick cock erupting from a brush of thick pubes. I slide my shirt off as I walked over, getting down on my knees in-between Angelo’s tan legs. “Do you like what I’ve got to offer? I know I made you wait, but I hope you can forgive me” Angelo said, running his hand through my hair as I admired this gorgeous cock. I was in awe as I wrapped both hands around his slowly growing cock, gently freeing it from his trousers. Its musk filled my nostrils as I grasped the base of the shaft, slowly pumping it. “Mmmm you like that don’t you?” Angelo sighed, gently smiling as he watched me marvel at his cock. I couldn’t wait any longer, taking the bulging head of his cock into my mouth and gently pumping faster on his shaft. I was rock hard, my pants bursting at the seams as I worked my mouth for this Italian stud. Angelo’s cock was like a fucking python as it expanded itself; eventually reaching its penultimate form. I felt the shaft harden as I stroked it, slurping on the head of his cock. I moved down and, after he took his pants off, proceeded to suck on and tongue his balls. His musk, combined with the spit off his cock met and the scent of hit me, sending a hot shiver down my spine and causing me to let out a deep moan. Angelo gazed down at me, his thick dark hair growing out of the deep olive skin which wrapped his built physique. “Oh Sebastien, you suck my balls like a good boy” he moaned, egging me on as I jerked his 8.5” cock faster. He put his hand on the back of my head, gently guiding me back up to the tip of his still glistening cock. I knew what he wanted and I wanted to let him fill my throat up. “Come up here and get those pants off” Angelo said, his voice firmer and more commanding than before as he tapped the seat next to his. I obliged and stripped naked, my cock finally freed. On the couch I laid down on my chest, ass splayed for Angelo as I spat on his cock in anticipation. Angelo’s hand reappeared on the back of my head, this time with purpose. I opened up my mouth and let him push till his cock filled my throat, “Yess thats my baby, he loves Ange’s cock doesn't he?” Angelo said, his eyes watching as I cough up a load of saliva back onto his cock before letting him fuck my throat again and again. “Fuck yes boy!” Angelo grunted, slapping my exposed ass whilst he fucked my mouth. His fingers worked their way to my hole before slipping seamlessly deep into my ass. I had lubed my hole in anticipation for this and my ass quivered with excitement. Holding my hair as he held me down to receive one of his deepest oral deliveries yet, Angelo pulled me up. As I gasped for air, saliva running off my mouth he whispered “Oh Sebastien, I am going to make you my good little slut.”

He grabbed me by the throat and kissed me deep before pulling back “Now Sebastien you’re gonna lay that ass out for me so I can fill you up with my cock” I didn't think twice, I bent over on the couch spreading my ass for him. I was in heaven, being throated by Angelo had already gotten me close to bursting but I wanted to submit to this sexual demigod. “I like your hole Seb,” he said as his thumb sliding into my hole. “Its just a little bit hairy, so I know you’re a real man, I mean you’ve got a damn fine cock too” his spare hand jerking my cock off. After a minute or so he stopped jacking me off but had slipped his index and ring finger in me, with his spare hand he slapped my ass again. Angelo’s tongue slipped its way around and into my asshole, slathering up my hole with saliva, probing and exploring my loosened hole. I could hear Angelo drinking up my ass, lapping it up. “I could eat this ass any day boy” he said standing up to take in the view, a 22 year old athletic guy and his ripe ass waiting to be filled. I could hear Angelo mumble to himself before he slipped it in. As the head of his thick cock pressed up on my aching hole, I winced. It’s size terrifying me, till a moment later my ass let this monster slide right in. Or so I’d thought, Angelo rained a succession of hard spankings on my ass, the pain flashing through me. He proceeded to let out “Ooohhhhhh yes bitch,” and pushed his cock deep into my hole with a groan. I had taken a few decent cocks from the jocks at college, but nothing like Angelo’s girthy rod. He took it slow: “Gotta warm my baby boy up before I fuck him don’t I?” So with deep, purposeful thrusts filling me inch by inch, my hole hungrily ate up this Italian meat. “Angelo’s gonna breed you baby. He’s gonna fill that pussy up” he whispered as he fucked me. I was heaven, I was stretched like never before and Angelo’s pumping was gaining pace. Grabbing my hair again Angelo pulls my head back and really starts fucking me then. “Fuck yeah baby don't you like Daddy filling up your fucking ass” Angelo said, spanking my ass again. “Yes daddy please stretch out my hole….. please Daddy I want you to stretch out my fucking hole”. I was in heaven, dominated by an older Italian stud, currently reaming my fucking hole open, each stroke of his cock filling me to the brim.

I was completely hypnotised by it, the feeling of his cock and the emptiness which he filled, the grunts he made as he fucked my ass and spanked me raw. He worked my hole for at least ten minutes before I felt it building. “Now,” Angelo said, pressing his cock deep into my hole for the last time, before removing it leaving my hole gaping. “Now baby you’re going get on your knees and you’re going eat Daddy’s cum okay baby?” “Yes Daddy” I responded, kneeling down to receive him, my ass glowing from spanking and abuse. I was greeted by his thick glistening cock, fresh from my raw ass, I locked eye with him as I jerked him off, my mouth agape inches from his glistening tool. I saw the look in his eye, the look all men get as they’re about to fill something with their seed, the hunger. I had seen it many times, random hookups, the look my roommate gave me as I sucked him dry for the first time, but at that moment, I saw something in Angelo’s which I had longed to see: a look of pride. I opened my mouth to receive his load and Angelo fucked my throat like he fucked my ass, deep and hard. As he came close to finishing he grabbed my head like before and slowly milked himself. As he worked my throat he let out a deep guttural moan and I felt the cum erupt in my throat as he tilted my head up to see his. “Goooood boy” he moaned, his thick cock pouring his hot jizz down my gullet as it slowly fucked me. There was buckets of his potent load and my eyes watered as I suckled it down greedily. As I felt the last of the jizzom drain from his cock, my ass gaping and Angelo’s fingers running through my hair I couldn’t hold it anymore, my load spilled out of my cock, draining out a hefty but smaller load than the thick loads Angelo had just given me. I moaned, contented kneeling in front of an amazing 8.5” Italian cock that had just moments before filled my throat and given my ass a work out. “Shit Sebastien, you are a one fine boy I think I’ll take you on for that position we spoke about earlier.” Angelo said as he toyed with his ample package. “Are you sure? I can come back and do another trial if this one wasn’t professional enough, I haven’t had any experience as a house boy” I say, cleaning my saliva and cum from my mouth. “Oh I think you’ll be just fine,” Angelo had started towards the stair case “Aren’t you coming?” I jumped up, my cock still dripping with cum.

As we showered Angelo’s fingers found their way to my hole and he playfully fucked me with them, knowing I was enjoying the attention. “Angelo’s gonna teach you so much baby, just you wait” he said as the last of his fingers left my hole. By then it was quite late and getting into bed I fell asleep in Angelo’s strong arms quickly, the smell of his armpits and warmth of his strong hairy body melting me at the knees. I awoke in the middle of the night with his erect cock pressing against my hole, he quickly pumped me full of another generous load before we went back to sleep. I dozed off, his warm seed dripping from my ass excited; Tomorrow was the first day as Angelo’s house boy.