There must be some truth to the correlation between daddy issues and losing mine at a early age. My father knew I was soft as early as kindergarten and always tried to toughen me up by taking me to the gym to watch real men work out, wrestling matches, ball games, you know, all the things typical boys would love.
Well, I loved going with my daddy to all of these things, but mostly because I was able to see all of these hot men in action. It was a young gay boy’s dream!
One day daddy had a little too much to drink with his boys down at the bar and smashed his car into a tree on the side of the highway. He died upon impact leaving my mother and I to fend for ourselves.
They also say that overbearing mothers make their son’s gay. I don’t know about that one, but my mother hovered over me constantly and it was almost suffocating. I couldn’t even take a piss without her knowing about it.
As I aged into my senior year of high school, momma met Marc. He was in his late 30’s and a strapping hunk of a man. He worked construction and his body was ripped. Hair coming out of every pour of his body, and sported a thick dark mustache that matched the thick dark hair on his head. Marc had dark brown eyes and I swear every time he looked at me, I knew he could tell what I was before I understood it. He used to walk around the house wearing a wifebeater and I couldn’t help but admire his masculinity. He always caught me staring at him.
I had no girlfriends or many friends at all. I was a momma’s boy. I helped momma around the house after school, read a lot of books, and watched tv and stayed out of the way.
I was now 20, in community college after taking time off after graduation and Marc had moved in. Nobody would ever believe I was 20. I barely had a hair on my face and just a trace of light brown ones under my arm pits and over my three inch penis. I probably weighted a buck twenty soaking wet, and I never grew over 5’5”.
Shortly after Marc’s move in and mid-semester in my studies, momma was diagnosed with stage four uterine cancer and within three months she was gone, leaving me in the house, now in my name and paid for by my daddy’s life insurance, with Marc.
A couple of weeks after burying her Marc sat me down for a talk once again wearing that wifebeater and oozing manly confidence.
“I think we need to talk, Sammy.”
“Yeah, ok.”
“I’ve been doin’ some thinkin’ ‘bout things.”
“You have?”
“Yes son, I have. Now I know losing your parents is hard on ya. I don’t feel good leavin’ ya in this big house all on your lonesome. Since you’re in school and I have a steady income, I could live here with ya to provide us with food and pay the bills while you continue your schoolin’.”
“You would do that for me, Marc?”
“Yeah, of course son. I wasn’t gonna just leave ya here to fend for yourself. God knows every house needs a real man livin’ in it and by the looks of ya, you don’t fit that description. Son, I knew you were light in your loafers the first time I laid my eyes on ya.”
“You did?”, I said timidly.
“You might have been foolin’ your mamma, but the way you prance around here doin’ woman’s work, well, no real man I know would behave in such a way.”
“No, I guess not.”
“You laid with a man yet, boy?”
I was taken aback by the question.
“Oh it’s alright son, you can tell me now that I’ll be lookin’ out for ya.”
“No, no I never been with a man, Marc.”
“Sir…from now on you call me Sir. I’m the man of the house now and you’re gonna do as I say, right son?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Good boy. Now let’s get some things clear ‘bout how this gonna work. You have any idea what I expect from ya boy?”
“I don’t know. I guess you want me to cook and clean up after you, do your laundry?”
“Did ya forget something, boy?”
“Sir?”
“Sir! Always Sir, you got it son? I don’t wanna remind ya again or you see this here belt…it can do a lot of damage to a soft faggot like you.”
“Yes Sir!”, I said in fear.
“Yes, that’s much better. You’re not as dumb as I thought ya were. Yes, cooking, cleaning, laundry, that’s a given, but there will be other things, too.”
“Like what, Sir?”
“Well, given ya mamma ain’t with us no more, I gotta problem. Ya mamma always made sure a big man like me was…satisfied.”
“Satisfied Sir? How?”
“I take that back, you are as dumb as this here piece of wood on this table. Ya mamma used to take care of me sexually, surely you must have known that, son, right?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“I bet you have a great mouth and to think of that virgin ass, damn boy, you’re gonna be busy.”
I took a big gulp of air.
“Busy Sir?”
“Damn straight busy. I’m gonna workin’ up a sweat all day to put food on this here table and you’re gonna show me a little gratitude every single night, just like your mama did when she was still with us. Gonna mold ya into my personal houseboy.”
“Thank you, Sir, for not leaving me alone in the house. I did wonder if you’d leave after momma passing on.”
I started sobbing for some reason, maybe some grief releasing, maybe relief of not being alone.
“Now, now, son, it’s gonna be alright. I promise ya.”
Marc patted his knee.
“Come sit right here, boy. Let me make ya feel better.”
I did it without thinking twice because I wanted to be comforted.
I sat on Marc’s lap, facing him, and he held me to his chest and stoked my back.
“It’s going to be alight Sammy boy. I got ya. I know what ya need and I’m here for ya.”
I did feel better almost instantly. I felt safe wrapped in a big strong man’s arms.
Marc let go of me and turned my face to look into my eyes and wiped a tear with his finger.
“Son, ya know what I’m thinkin’?”
“No Sir”
“I’m thinkin’ bout how we give cryin’ babies suckers to make ‘em feel better.”
“I’m not a baby!”
“Boy, don’t ya raise your voice to me, and you call me Sir, always!”
“I’m sorry, Sir. Yes Sir!”
“That’s a good boy. So as I was sayin’ bout cryin’ babies sometimes soft boys like you need a sucker to feel better.”
“I’m too old for a sucker, Sir.”, I insisted.
“You are so innocent boy, or just plain dumb. I ain’t meanin’ a baby’s sucker.”
Marc rubbed the top of my head.
I’m‘ talkin’ ‘bout the kind of sucker that only a real man like me can give ya.”
I looked at Marc very confused.
“Sir, I’m not sure what you’re meanin’, Sir”
“Well, soft boys like you are known to take good care of men like me…take care of our needs.”
“How’s that, Sir? I wanna feel better, like you said, Sir.”
“I know you do because you’re a good boy Sammy. I know you said you ain’t laid with a man just yet, but we gotta start somewhere don’t ya think?”
“We do, Sir?”
“Yes son, we sure do. You feel that lump growin’ in my pants boy?”
“Yes Sir, I do.”
“You know what that is boy?”
“Is it your cock, Sir?”
“It is son, and I’m tellin’ ya now, it ain’t small. I bet yours is tiny, ain’t it son?”
I blushed.
“It’s ok, ya ain’t never gonna use that thing for what god intended anyway. Men like me are born with big cocks and know how to use ‘em. I will tell ya now, I intend to use mine often. Ya hear me, boy?”
“Yes Sir, but what am I supposed to do with it?”
“Ya put it in your mouth like a sucker. Trust me son, it’s gonna make ya feel so good to do it and it’s gonna make me so happy. Ya want me to be happy, don’t ya?”
“Yes Sir.”
“That’s a good boy. How bout you climb off my lap and kneel on the floor for me boy.”
“Yes Sir”
I did as I was asked to do and watched Marc undo his buckle and pull down his jeans and underwear down to his ankles revealing a huge thick monster cock at least three times the size of mine and huge big balls covered in thick dark tufts of hair. I was a bit scared.
“Nothin’ to be frightened of son. This is what a real man’s parts look like. How bout ya put my cock in ya hand just so ya can see what it feels like.”
I timidly reached out with my right hand and wrapped it around the shaft. My fingers couldn’t close around it completely and it felt so heavy and thick. It felt so warm, too, and there were veins popping out as I felt it growing in my palm.
“Yeah son, what ya think? Ya like feelin’ my big cock in ya hand?”
“Yes Sir, it feels nice.”
“You know what son, I like it, too. Go on then, try putting it in ya mouth. Be a good boy.”
I hesitated for a minute unsure of what to do.
“Just open ya mouth, and put it in there for me boy. Don’t worry, you’ll see, it’ll come naturally. For soft boys like you, it’s an instinct.”
I shrugged my shoulders and decided I had nothing to lose. I opened my mouth wide and placed his thick cut cock head into my mouth and several inches. It tasted funny to me, and it was a weird combination of spongy but firm, and so warm. I just left it there trapped between my lips.
“Oh yeah, what a sweet good boy you are Sammy. That’s great. How about ya use those pretty lips and rub them up and down my pole nice and slow.”
I did it and I loved how each bump felt against my lips. My nose got a real true whiff of the musk coming off of Marc’s groin and I was immediately hooked on it. I started inhaling deeply.
“Ya like that stink, boy? That’s what a real man smells like. Ya gonna be cravin’ it from now on, you’ll see soon enough. Now stick out your tongue and look up at me.”
Marc placed his hard cock on my tongue and began to beat it, making me feel the “thump” as it hit my outstretched tongue again and again. Then he lifted his balls and pulled the back of my head towards him.
“Lick my balls, son. Get them nice and wet.”
I became in that moment Marc’s personal ball washer. I was really enjoying it, and started moaning, softly at first.
“Ya see there boy, I knew you’d love it. Now I’m gonna let go of ya head and ya do what comes naturally. You were born just for this, Sammy boy.”
Marc was right. I gobbled up as much as I could of his massive monster cock and moaned even louder. I was born for this. I feel like in these moments I learned my purpose in life. It all made sense. I did feel better. I wanted to suck on Marc’s cock forever. Eventually, Marc began grunting so loud I thought I was hurting him so I removed my mouth from his cock.
“What ya doin’ boy! I’m so close! Get ya mouth back on my cock son!”
He looked so mad, I didn’t want to disappoint him so I went back down on him only this time Marc put his palm on the back of my head to make sure I didn’t pull off again.
Marc was grunting louder and louder as his cock swelled up in my mouth. When he grunted so loud I thought he’d wake my momma from the grave I felt this strong, velvety, salty substance fill my mouth. It felt so sticky, but I couldn’t get enough of it. It was coming out so fast I had to swallow it or I’d choke.
Marc relaxed the grip on my head and ran his hands through my hair. I kept nursing on his cock until it went completely limp.
“Oh Sammy boy, ya did such a great job for ya first time. I’m so proud of ya.”
“Thank you, Sir.”, I said looking up at him. He looked so satisfied and peaceful. I couldn’t wait to do it again. My own little dicklet was so hard it was amazing.
“You ok son?”, Marc asked.
“Sir, I think so, it’s just mine is so hard, it hurts.”
“Let me have a look at it, boy. No need to be bashful now that you’ve seen mine.”
Marc pulled me up from my knees and glared downward with the expectation of me pulling my pants down for him.
Shamefully, I pulled my sweats down to my hips and my little nub stood at attention.
“Well son, god didn’t bless ya with much down there did he. Must’ve known you’d never be fatherin’ any babies.”
“Sir? What should I do? It hurts.”
“Well, I reckon I oughta let ya relieve yaself this time, but don’t get used to it. I’ve got plans for keeping that tiny thing in check and keeping ya in line.”
“Sir? Here? In front of you, Sir?”
“Of course, boy! Now hurry up and git on with it before I change my mind.”
My hand was too big to wrap around my stub of a dick so I used my thumb and two fingers to tug my dick while Marc watched. At first I was embarrassed for him to see me like this, but then I thought about how much I loved sucking his dick and that if I could get myself off there would a good chance I’d get to do it again. Still tasting his seed in my mouth and recalling the moments his cock erupted down my throat, I was getting close.
“Come for me, boy. It might be ya last chance before I lock it away.”
I didn’t have time to process what Marc just said because I was ready to blow.
A couple more tugs and soon I was spraying seed all over the carpet. I was out of breath.
“That’s a good boy. Now don’t ya feel better?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Good, now clean your mess up and go fix me some dinner.”
“Yes Sir.”
I used a wet rag to wash my cum from the rug and then I set out to cook Marc and I something to eat. While I cooked our meal I was processing g what had just happened and all the things Marc said and how I didn’t mind calling him Sir.
When I called Marc over to the dinner table he was wearing only his white wifebeater and black Jockey boxer briefs. Damn he was jacked from head to toe and such a hairy beast.
I served Marc a plate, then served one for myself and sat down across from him.
“Sammy boy, ya really made me proud today helping me out like ya did. I think ya liked it, too, didn’t ya?”
“Yes Sir.”
“I knew ya would. It’s in ya DNA.”
Marc took a few minutes to chew his food and then continued.
“Sammy boy, anyone ever tell ya you got a nice little ass?”
“No Sir.”
“No, of course not cuz ya always hung around your momma and never got out there much. Well, I’m gonna tell ya something. Even when ya momma was with us, I always wondered what it would be like to stick my cock in it. I bet your little ass will take to cock just like ya hungry little mouth did.”
Marc just stared me down, looking for my reaction.
“Ummm, ok, Sir.”, I said unsure how to respond. “But how’s that big thing supposed to fit in there? It’s so big, Sir.”
“Sammy boy, ya have so much to learn. Don’t ya worry. Your momma had the same reaction at first, but we made it work and she got used to it, just like you will. I ain’t gonna lie, it’s gonna hurt the first few times, but then ya gonna be beggin’ me for it eventually. You’ll see son, just trust me. You trust me, don’t ya son?”
“Yes Sir. I trust you.”
“That’s my boy. When you’re done cleanin’ up down here, meet me upstairs in the bedroom.”
“Yes Sir.”
Marc had a steely determined look when he left me and I noticed his big boner in his underwear barely able to contain itself.
I was so nervous about lying with Marc in my momma’s bed. I didn’t want him to hurt me, but I didn’t want to disappoint him either. After all, Marc was gonna take care of me, it was the least I could do,
I quietly walked up the stairs and found mark naked in bed with his arms propped over his head exposing his musky hairy arm pits.
“There ya are my boy, come here next to me son.”
I was about to join Marc in bed when he barked at me.
“Boy! What are ya doin’! Take off those clothes!”
“Sorry Sir, yes Sir.”
I got naked just like Marc and the contrast of our bodies was noticeable.
Marc laid my head down on his hairy chest and stroked my hair.
”This feels nice son, doesn’t it?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Did ya enjoy yourself sucking on my cock?”
“Yes Sir.”
“I knew you would. Your momma never told ya what we always knew about ya.
“What was that, Sir.”
“That you’d be suckin’ cocks the rest of your life, serving men like me. It’s ok ya know. I’m not judgin’ ya. It’s just how god made ya.”
“I guess, Sir.”
“Son, ya don’t need no formal invitation to suck my cock again. Just go for it whenever the instinct kicks in, even now if ya want to.”
“Yes Sir, thank you Sir.”
Marc must’ve sensed me drooling for it.
I opened my mouth and took it inside, this time knowing a little more about what to do with it. Marc continued stroking the top of my head.
“Such a good boy. I knew you’d be the best boy for me once given the chance. I really can’t wait to put my cock inside ya, but first I wanna tell ya some things. You just keep blowin’ me, it feels so good Sammy boy,”
“Mmmhmmm, yethir”, I said with a mouthful of cock.
“Sammy boy, as the man of the house I gotta set some rules for ya. I said ya can go to school, but I don’t want ya hangin’ out with strangers. Running errands is fine, but ya place is here in this house with me. Seeing that you’re so gullible, I’ve already put a tracker on ya phone so I’ll always know where ya are and if you’re being a good boy, you understand me, son?”
“Mmmhmm yethhir”, I mumbled. I thought to myself that Marc was just looking out for me and didn’t want me to get into any trouble.
“Also I’ve been thinkin’ bout how sexy your little body is. Ya wear too many clothes around the house. I’m orderin’ ya some sexy jockstraps so I can always get a good look at ya, especially that ass. When you’re in the house, that’s all ya need and they’ll cover up ya baby nub that I don’t need to see.”
“Yethhir”, I said somewhat skeptical of being so vulnerable without clothes on my body.
“That’s my good boy, I know you want to make me happy. Don’t ya?”
“Mmmhmmm yetthir”
“Speaking of your little nub. We both know that thing is useless, so we’re gonna tuck it away and lock it up. Soft boys like you get distracted so easily with their nubs and I need ya focused on ya schoolin’, takin’ good care of this house, and most all takin’ good care of me. Tomorrow I’m takin’ ya for a fittin’. You’ll thank me for it later, trust me son. You trust me, don’t ya boy?”
“Yethhir”
“Good I’m so glad we’re on the same page.”
Marc lifted me off his cock.
“Open the drawer and give me the lube Sammy boy. It’s time to get you opened up.”
I reached into the drawer on pulled out the tube and handed it to Marc.
“Good boy. Let’s make this special for ya.”
Marc maneuvered me so I was squatting over his face. His hands parted my ass cheeks and I felt his hot breath on my crack. Soon, the combination of thick beard scruff and his wet probing tongue had me whimpering.
Marc slid a wet finger knuckle deep into my boyhole and my eyes fluttered.
“Ohhhh”, I moaned.
“You’re doing great Sammy boy. Just relax. Your ass is so special. I’m gonna make ya feel so good Sammy boy.”
I didn’t think it could get any better than that, but eventually Marc was inside me with two fingers, working the circumference to stretch me a bit wider.
“Just as I thought, son. Ya ass is doing so great. You’re a natural Sammy boy. I think it’s time to deflower ya.”
Marc pumped some lube on his palm and coated his erection with it.
“Go on son. Take a ride on it. Take ya time.”
I planted my hands on Marc’s hairy pecs and slowly lowered my hole until I felt the head flush against my sphincter.
“Take a breath out, push out as ya lower yourself son.”
Marc’s hand rested on my torso, guiding me, and then I felt it breach me. My cherry had been popped. I tightened back up from the searing pain.
“Shhhhv, it’s ok Sammy boy. Just ride it out. Let it pass.”
It was like a miracle. Not only did the pain subside. It actually felt great.
In the course of the next few minutes I slowly hit bottom and all ten inches of Marc’s big dick were inside me.
“Ya did it my boy. You’re so tight. Feels so good, Sammy boy.”
Marc grabbed the back of my head and bent me over for a deep kiss. I wasn’t expecting that, and since the focus was no longer on my ass, I unclenched.
Marc kept kissing me while thrusting slowly upward. I was almost crying it felt so good.
“Sammy boy, I’m not gonna last too much longer. This ass is so fuckin’ tight.”
Marc buried my face in his armpit and fucked up into me even harder. My little dick got so hard smelling his ripe musk , and without even touching it, I splooged all over Marc’s chest. That caused Marc to return the favor, only he emptied in my hole.
He and I were sweaty now. Marc held me tightly on top of him.
“Ohh Sammy boy. That was great for your first time.you have such. Sweet hole. You’re gonna love takin’ my cock soon enough. Your momma certainly did.”
Marc soon rolled over and spooned me. I felt so safe in bed with Marc. We were both fell asleep soundly. Marc sexually sated, and me discovering new things about myself. What an exciting day for me. I might be a “soft boy”, as Marc called me, but I was very happy.
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