Angelo Learns
If you’ve read the other two stories ( The Roofer and The Roofer 2), then you already know the fun I had with Phil and Angelo. It didn’t stop when the roofing job was complete. Yeah, Phil was the perfect bear type in my book, but I knew he was the “if I happen to be around” kind of guy. That could be a good deal for me. Perhaps seeing him three or four times a year would prevent ennui from taking over.
Well, that brings us to Angelo. Where do I start? Very rough around the edges. Tries to assert himself aggressively to no avail. I tend to think that no one takes his assertiveness seriously. Underneath his crude behavior and gruff demeanor, he’s actually a nice guy. He just doesn’t like to show it, for some reason. Which brings me to telling you how I got to know Angelo better than he knew himself.
It’s a quiet Sunday afternoon. I don’t have much going on besides a trip to the store for groceries. Maybe! The heat wave we’ve been having finally let up, and I enjoyed it by sitting on the enclosed front porch, sipping on a Skrewball peanut butter whiskey, listening to Ibrahim Maalouf. My front porch is hidden from every view by Waxleaf Privet Hedges. Hence, the reason I chose to be nude. I had just settled into a nice, relaxed state when I heard a car pulling in the driveway. I wasn’t expecting anyone, and it was a good thing I had brought a towel out with me just in case. As the car pulled up, I didn’t recognize it, and the glare of the sun made it impossible to see the driver.
I curiously watched as the car sat there for a few moments, with the engine running. Maybe they had the wrong address or had forgotten something. After a minute or two more, the engine turned off and the driver’s door swung open. Still, no one exited the vehicle. I took a healthy swig of my drink and was about to get up when I saw someone emerge. Even from the back and only partial body showing, I could tell it was Angelo.
I sank back into the oversized cushion and eyed the man surreptitiously. Amused, I watched him take a few tentative steps towards the house and then quickly turn and walk to his car. He paused for a bit, looking up at the sky. Suddenly, he raised his arms, shrugged his shoulders, did an about-face, and confidently strode to the porch steps.
It took him a tick to figure out the entry. I have an electric sliding door, and there is a big red button with a sign above it that says “PUSH ME TO ENTER”. I chuckled silently when he pushed it, and the door moved, causing him to recoil from it. He stepped in and flinched again when the door began to close behind him. He looked around for a few seconds until he focused on me sitting in the big chair.
“Hello, Angelo,” I said.
“Uh, hello, Ted,” he stammered. “How’s it going?”
“I’m good. How about you?
“Uhm, I’m okay,” he said, obviously uncomfortable about something.
“Come on in and have a seat and tell me what brings you this way.”
“I was thinking about the last time me and Phil was over,” he stammered again, inching closer to me.
“And?” I questioned him.
“Well,” he said, stepping even closer. He rapidly unbuttoned and dropped his pants. “I thought if I came over, you would take care of me,” he said, a bit more confident as he reached down and grabbed his cock and balls.
“That was pretty rude,” I said, standing up and facing him. “You don’t just come to my house, drop your pants, and tell me to TAKE CARE OF YOU,” I said, stressing the last four words, but never raising my voice. He was about to say something, and I cut him short. “Sit down,” I said sternly, pointing to the chair behind him. He reached down for his pants to pull them up, and I stopped him again.
“I didn’t tell you to do that. I said to sit the fuck down.” I couldn’t tell whether I had scared him with my quiet anger or if he was just being compliant, but he did as he was instructed.
“Now take your shoes and pants off and hand them to me,” I ordered him. I watched as he hesitantly complied. I took the items and walked into the house with them, telling him not to go anywhere. The thought of this chubby Italian guy running down the street, half naked, made me laugh out loud.
When I came back out, he was still sitting there, his hands folded over his crotch as if he needed to be modest. I handed him a rock glass with a double whiskey.
“Not a word,” I said, cutting him off again.
I sat across from him, staring intently at his face, which I’m sure made him even more ill at ease. Monitoring his body language, I could tell the whiskey had calmed his nerves.
“Let’s go in the house,” I spoke out of the blue, standing up. Angelo stood, and I put my hand on his shoulder as a friendly gesture and led him through the front door. When we got to the kitchen, I motioned for him to sit at the table, and I sat next to him, motioning for him to swivel his chair as I did so that we were facing each other.
“You came over here with good intentions,” I said, breaking the silence, “but your approach is all fucking wrong.”
“I’m sor…..,” he began to stammer.
“NOPE!” I said loudly and sternly. “I don’t need your apology. There is something I do need, though,” I added, standing up. “Hold my cock and balls in your right hand,” I ordered.
“What?”
“I’m not going to tell you again,” I snapped at him. I smirked as he came to attention and hastily cupped my balls in his hand.
“Now tell me what you want to do with them now that you’ve got them.”
“I don’t know,” he said quietly, unsure of himself.
“Ohhhhhh. You were so fucking sure of yourself a few minutes ago on the porch, weren’t you?” I said, lowering my voice an octave and several decibels.
“Well. I…I…I…, he stammered.
“I. I. I. My ass, motherfucker. Tell me right now what you want to do to my cock.”
“Maybe suck on it, some,” he mumbled.
“MAYBE!” I shouted, startling him again. “What the fuck. Are you some bitch ass little girl now? Be a fucking man. Tell me what you want.”
“Geez, Ted. Okay. Alright. I wanna suck on your dick. I wanna suck on your dick while you suck on mine.”
“What else, Angelo?” I prodded him for more particulars.
“You know what else I want,” he said a little more audaciously.
“No. I don’t know,” I said mockingly, knowing full well what else he wanted. “If you want something, you better tell me, or else get the fuck outta here.”
“Scialla (Italian for chill). Okay. Okay. I want you to put your dick in my ass like you did before.”
Good. Stai zitto e succhiami. (shut up and suck me).” I said fluently. Angelo had no idea I spoke several languages. He looked at me, shocked. “NOW!” I ordered. No more prompting was needed. I eyed him as he took my cock head in his mouth and began to suck on it.
“The whole thing, Angelo.” I wasn’t hard yet, so it wouldn’t be a big problem for him to get most of it in his novice mouth. And he did. I relished the sight of my cock disappearing in his hungry mouth. I felt his tongue swirling around as he held me deep. I began to harden and lengthen. As hard as he tried, he wasn’t able to contain my entire cock, and the harder I got, the more he backed off.
“Good man,” I said, stroking his head. “Look how fast you got me hard,” I said, pulling my cock out of his mouth. “You want more?” I said teasingly, swiping my cock across his lips. He made a move to get me back in his mouth, and I pulled away. “It’s not that easy,” I said, chuckling. “Tell me again what you want.”
“C’mon, Ted. You want me to beg? Okay then,” he said, sounding exasperated. “Let me suck on that big Black dick.”
“There you go, bubba. That’s all you had to do. Ask nicely and you can have a lot of things.” I slowly slid my cock in his mouth until he gagged a little. I let him suck for a while, going at his own pace and exploring.
“Let’s go upstairs and get comfortable,” I commented, even though I didn’t want him to stop his newfound oral capabilities. When he stood up, I handed him his cocktail and grabbed mine.
“Was I doing okay, Ted? I like doing it this way. Not hard and rough like Phil.”
Angelo, my friend, you are fantastic. That felt amazing. Now, how about a kiss?” I asked him. I wanted him to take the initiative.. I had to see where he stood. He raised his glass, and I took the cue.
“Salute,” he said, clinking his glass to mine. We both took a healthy gulp. No sooner had I swallowed than he was covering my lips with his. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer as he kissed me. I soon felt his tongue pressing through my lips and entering my mouth. We spent the better part of the next five minutes kissing and grinding our bodies together.
Angelo was the first to break the bond. “Wow!” he exclaimed. “That was good. I been wantin’ to do this my whole life.”
“What stopped you?” I asked.
“I dunno. Guess I was afraid.”
“I understand. Now let’s get upstairs and do a little more of that and see what else you’ve been wanting to do your whole life.” We made haste climbing the stairs. I was enthralled by the way Angelo’s abundant ass jiggled as he ascended the stairway.
“Not that room,” I said as he headed for the playroom, the only room he’d been in. “We’re going in the bedroom.” He turned and looked at me with an expression of disappointment. “No need for toys today.”
I jumped onto the bed and immediately established my spot, dead center, where I lay on my back, hard cock pointing north. “Get up here,” I said demandingly, opening my arms to him. He climbed on the bed and, with some trepidation, climbed on top of me. “I want you to learn my body with your mouth and hands.” He nodded his head in acceptance, with a slight smile. “Remember, you’ve known your whole life this was what you wanted, so take your time and enjoy yourself.
“I think I can handle that,” he commented, sounding more sure of himself than he had since the moment he stepped onto the porch. “I wanna make you feel good too.”
Angelo halted my response by covering my mouth with his and fervently kissing me. I could feel his body weight pressing down on me as he became more enthralled by his actions. Masterfully, he licked and kissed his way to my neck, where his oral skills did not falter. Steadily, he maneuvered his way to my chest, where he seemed to enjoy rubbing his face in my fur. He quickly found out how sensitive my nipples are when he licked one, causing me to moan slightly. He went from one to the other, licking and sucking, until he found out that not only was I not deterred when he lightly bit, but I became more aroused. He increased the pressure of his bite until a low, deep growl emanated from deep within my chest, my back arched, and my hands clenched the bedding.
“Fuck,” he said in amazement. He shifted to the other nipple where he applied the same technique, causing the same response. He didn’t wear out his welcome. He moved his legs until they were nudged between mine, causing them to open. He was in a semi-kneeling position with his head resting on my chest. “You feel so good,” he uttered quietly as he ran his hands up and down my sides.
He then rose, still kneeling between my legs, and rubbed his hard cock back and forth across mine. The precum he leaked was slicking both cocks, causing us both to emit low pleasure murmurs. Angelos' next move was to grab my left leg and pull it up until my ankle was nestled next to his face. He turned his face and did the unexpected.
“You have nice feet,” he said, planting kisses on my sole, tickling me lightly with his mustache. I gazed at his face as he closed his eyes and lost himself in my foot. He lightly sucked each toe, moaning as he did so. The whole foot thing doesn’t do much for me, but my arousal level grew, seeing his fervor. His eyes snapped open, and he was looking at me, smiling.
“You must think I’m some kinda sicko,” he said, still holding my foot to his face.
“Just the opposite. That was pretty fucking hot.”
“I got a thing about feet. Just nice one like yours though.” I kept smiling at him as he kissed his way to my ankle and began to work his way down my leg. He rushed on this part of the journey. I knew he was horny and was ready for more.
“Whatcha doing?” I asked him as he was kissing my inner thigh, very close to my balls.
“I thought I’d do some of this,” he said, pressing his face into my big ball sac. “Then I thought I’d do some of this.” He started licking all over my balls. “Can’t forget about this.” He opened his mouth and sucked in one of my balls. By this time, my groans were loud and guttural.
“FUCK!” I yelled as he sucked in my other ball. I can count on three fingers the number of men who have been able to mouth both of my sizable balls at the same time. “God damn it. Yessssss.” He took it to another level by swirling his tongue all over as he pulled back, stretching my sac away from my body. For two or three minutes, he continued. One at a time, he let my saliva-soaked balls fall from his mouth.
“Now I think it’s time I get some of that big, brown dick in my mouth. Can’t believe I got both of those big balls in my mouth. Hope I can do the same thing with this big dick,” he said. I admired his handsome face as he sucked in my cock head and unhurriedly worked his way down my shaft. He was halfway down when he stopped and looked up at me.
“Don’t stop now,” I admonished him. “Keep going. Get it all.”
“I don’t think I can,” he answered me, after lifting off my cock.
“I wasn’t asking you. I was telling you, God damn it.” He was slightly taken aback by the sudden sternness in my voice, but he didn’t argue. He opened up and quickly slid down my cock to where he had left off. He went a bit farther, and I saw his body lurch as he gagged. He held steadfast, though. Letting his throat calm, he pressed a little more. This time, the gagging was quite a bit stronger, along with coughing. Copious amounts of spit ran down my cock as he choked until he could take no more. He pulled off, gasping deeply, trying to recover his breath.
“Good job,” I said, a little less harsh this time. “Do it again.” No questions. No arguing, he went back to his task. This told me a lot about my new friend. I was going to go one step further. This time, when he got close to his endpoint, I put my hand on the back of his head and pushed him down and held him there. He gagged and choked, but made no effort to defy me. I held him there for a few more seconds. When I let go, he lifted off my cock, streams of saliva running from his mouth down my shaft.
“WOW!” he exclaimed. “I almost got it all,” he said proudly. “Want me to try again?” he asked, wiping the tears from his eyes and the spit from around his mouth.
“No. You did good. Now come here,” I said, patting the bed next to me. He crawled up next to me and rested his head on my shoulder/chest.
“I’m kinda embarrassed to admit it, but I liked that,” he spoke quietly. “Ya know, the part where you held me down and I was choking on ya? That really made me hot.”
“Hmmmmm. I guess it’s time I return the favor,” I said, sliding my arm from under his head and quickly climbing on top of him, propping myself up on my knees and elbows. “I can’t wait to get that fat Italian sausage in my mouth,” I said, following it up with a passionate kiss. He started running his calloused hands gently up and down my body.
“You feel so good,” he uttered. “I wish I had muscles like yours.”
“Dude. You’re as strong as a fucking bull. Packed solid. Thick and beefy. You’re built like a protector.”
“Huh,” he said as an acknowledgement. “OH MY FUCKIN’ GOD,” he yelled as I gently clamped my teeth on his massive neck muscle. “Yessssss,” he hissed out. His body was one big nerve ending, but now was not the time to explore that venue.
I swiftly licked and kissed my way down his furry body until I had my nose buried in his thick pubic hair. At this juncture, I wasn’t about the teasing. I opened my mouth and swallowed his cock down to the base. His body became completely tensed by the sudden hot envelopment around his hardon. I let my salivary glands work, filling my mouth.
“Oh God,” he repeated over and over as I bobbed my head up and down on his rigid tool. I knew I could take him right to the edge quickly, but I didn’t think it would be this fast. He grabbed my head and stopped me. “You gotta stop,” he pleaded. “I’m gonna cum.”
“Okay, big guy. There’s other places I want to get my tongue into,” I said, smiling up at him devilishly. “Turn over.”
“My pleasure,” he said, rapidly changing positions.
“Fuck me,” I gasped. “What a beautiful ass. You want my tongue in that ass?” I asked him, rubbing his furry cheeks.
“You know I do,” he said, moving his hips side to side, seductively.
I grabbed his arms and pulled them back, placing his hands on each of his cheeks. “Open up and let me see what I’m getting into,” I instructed. He wasted no time following these instructions.
“All yours,” he said as he spread his butt cheeks apart, exposing his hole.
Still following suit, I didn’t waste one moment with foreplay. I buried my face between his buns and attacked his tight hole with my tongue. He was writhing and groaning as I orally assaulted his hole, trying to bury my tongue inside him. Slowly, his opening relaxed, and my tongue found its way inside. I moved his hands and spread his ass myself, exposing him even more. The deeper my tongue delved, the higher he pushed his ass up. He was soon on his knees with his face buried in the bedding. I had to readjust myself to a more comfortable position. I pulled him back until his knees were just on the edge of the bed, and I rolled over a piano stool. Luckily for me, it was at the right height and I didn’t have to adjust it. I sat down and immediately stormed his waiting hole with my ravenous tongue. It turned me on so much the way he was groaning and moaning in enjoyment, I had to refrain from stroking myself, lest I shoot a load.
When I finally stopped rimming him, and stood up, I heard him sigh in disappointment. “Don’t worry, bud, I’m not done yet,” I blurted out, giving him a sound slap on the ass.
“Ooooooooo,” he vocalized, waving his ass at me in a taunting manner.
“If anyone slaps you on the right cheek, turn to him the other also,” I said, doing my best to remember the quote. I drew back and brought my palm down harder on his left cheek than the original blow. I heard him growl into the bed, yet he never moved away. A few more quick slaps followed.
“AHHHHHHHHH!” he was yelling.
“Too much, little boy?” I asked, mockingly.
“No,” he spat out defiantly. I quickly retrieved the wooden back scratcher I kept hanging on the headboard. I methodically spanked him, turning his cheeks bright red. I didn’t wail on him. It wasn’t about that. I watched for him to let me know when he’d had enough. When he dropped his hips down to the bed, I knew he had reached his limit.
“What a fucking tough, hot, hot man you are,” I said, lying down next to him while gently rubbing his reddened, hot, ass cheeks. “What’s next?” I asked him, knowing full well I had made his ass hungry for more.
“I wanna feel that big dick of yours in me.”
“I think I can manage that,” I responded, kissing his shoulder. “Turn on your back. I want to be able to see that handsome face.” He turned on his side, facing me, reached down and grasped my cock. Slowly, he stroked me as he initiated the kiss.
“This is nice,” he whispered as if he thought someone was going to overhear him. “I feel……” he faltered. “I dunno. I just feel like…..”
He paused again. “I ain’t got the words.”
“Comfortable,” I said, offering him one word only.
“Yeah. I guess that’s it.”
I eased him onto his back, following him over with my body. Fervidly, I planted a trail of kisses down his body, paying special attention to his large belly. Reaching his exuberant patch of pubic hair, I resisted the temptation to swallow his beautiful cock. I continued kissing until I reached his balls.
“Come to the edge of the bed,” I said, standing and lifting his legs. With his help, I was able to pull his body until his ass was right on the edge of the mattress. Thank goodness we were close enough to the head of the bed that I could reach the nightstand and lay my hands on the bottle of lube.
“Hold your legs,” I said to him as I dropped to my knees. I thrust my tongue into his wet hole. It seemed I couldn’t get enough of eating his ass. He opened up for me and began pressing his ass forward, trying to get more of me in. I knew he was ready. I squirted a dollop of lube into my palm and fisted my cock with it. Standing up, I squeezed a bit on his waiting hole.
“Let me know,” I said to him as I propped his ankles on my shoulders and nudged my cock head against his anal cleft. He nodded as he held my gaze with an intense stare.
I held his legs tight to my body as I inched forward, letting my bulbous head pry him open. Our eyes never strayed from each other as I felt him push out, making his tight ring engulf me.
“Oh yeah,” he exclaimed. “Give it all to me,” he pleaded.
“No. I wanna go slow. I wanna feel every inch going into you,” I told him as I let his legs go and seized his ample man boobs in my hands, making sure to pinch his nipples between thumb and forefinger.
“FUUUUUUCK!” he hissed as I excruciatingly slowly pressed into him. He was so tight and hot, and I could feel his sphincter spasming, trying to suck me in. It seemed like an eternity until I was finally deep inside of him, balls pressed against his ass. He wrapped his legs around my body as I leaned over and immersed my face in his thick chest hair.
Slowly, I rocked back and forth as he held me tightly with his arms and legs. I could hear the soft grunts and growls deep in his chest every time I sank my cock as deep as I could get it. I’m not sure how long we stayed like that. I could’ve been ten minutes or ten hours. I think we were both lost in the feeling.
“I want you to fuck me,” I said, finally raising my head from his chest.
“Really?”
“No,” I said in a serious tone as I slowly slid my throbbing cock from his gripping hole. “I want you to get dressed and go home now,” I said again seriously.
“What?”
“Honestly, you dumb ass,” I said, laughing. “I wouldn’t let you leave here until you sank that pole in me at least for five minutes.”
“Holy shit. I thought you were serious for a minute there,” he said, standing up and putting his hands on my shoulders.
“You good-looking bastard. I wanted it the minute you dropped your pants on the porch.”
“I’m sure glad you waited,” he said, grabbing my ass and pulling me close to him. “Definitely glad,” he said as he kissed me deep and ran his fingers between my ass cheeks. One of his thick fingers found my hole, and he pressed against it, not trying to enter, but rather to tease.
“Can you turn around?” he asked. I did a smooth pivot, and my back was to him with his arms still wrapped around me. He wedged is hard cock against my ass as he ran his fingers through my chest hair. I was feeling euphoric as he kissed his way down my back, continually stroking my body with his fingertips.
When he reached my ass, he kissed and licked my cheeks and asked me if I would lean over the bed. As I bent over, I felt him spreading my cheeks apart.
“You can do this,” I heard him say to himself. I knew he was hesitant about rimming another man.
“Don’t do it if you don’t want to, Angelo. It’s okay.”
“No, I wanna make you feel as good as you made me feel.” Before I could speak again, he swiped his tongue across my unsuspecting hole. After a few seconds, he did it again, only this time it was a lot slower. Hearing me moan in approval was all he needed, apparently. He began to intensely apply all his tongue skills to my hole. Any reservations he had were gone now as he spread my hole with his fingers and drove his tongue inside me.
“I gotta get inside you,” he said, abruptly stopping and standing up. “I hope you don’t mind, but I like to fuck nice and slow for a long time.”
“It’s all yours, brother,” I said, truly meaning it
“Oh man,” he sighed as he pushed his thick cocked against my hole. “Your ass looks so damn good.” He popped his head through, and my body flinched from the initial intrusion. “You okay?”
“I’m better than okay,” I answered with a squeeze of my ass around his pole. Bit by bit, he leaned into me, feeding me the rest of his cock. He wasn’t kidding about his pace. Savoring every inch, he eased his way into me.
“Oh yesssssss,” he murmured, as he pushed his last inch in. Balls deep, he bent over my body and laid his head on my back. With the slowest of motions, he began sliding in and out of my willing hole. For at least ten minutes, I speculated, he went on like this, hugging my body close and asking me if I was feeling good and telling me how good I was making him feel. I have to admit, his skillfulness in the fucking department was at the top of the list. He could move in certain ways that made his cock hit the best spots every time.
“Let’s change,” he said, pulling out of me. He asked me to move farther up the bed and lie on my back. He matched my every move until he was between my legs with my ankles resting on his shoulders. We locked eyes as he slid back into me.
“Oh God, yes,” uttered deeply. “Damnit, that cock feels good.” I watched as the most satisfied smile crossed his lips. He reached down and fisted my dick with long, slow strokes, as he reveled in the feel of my ass ring clutching and releasing.
“Oh man. I wanna be like this forever,” he thundered, as he released my cock and bent forward. Locking his mouth over mine, we kissed passionately and deeply as he began thrusting, leisurely but with a charged passion. He maintained this pace for another ten minutes until he was ready to reposition again. We ended up on our sides, with me holding my leg up while he stroked me at the same pace he was fucking me.
“I’m ready to cum now,” he grunted, as he stopped thrusting altogether. “Can I cum in you?” he asked.
“Yes, you can. I wanna feel that fucking cum all up in me,” I said, lustfully, pushing my ass back to him.
“Oh, baby,” he moaned and began to thrust hard and fast this time. He kept a firm grip on my hard cock as he plowed my hole.
“That’s it, buddy. FUCK ME!”
“MOTHERFUCKER,” he yelled as he shoved his cock balls deep one last time and shot his load. He was squeezing my cock so hard that it hurt, but I refrained from saying anything. “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” he yelled over and over. He made a couple of short thrusts as he shot the last bit of his load deep in me.
I thought he was going to slump and regain his composure, but I was wrong. With a determined mission, he slid out of me, nudged me over onto my back, and climbed on top of me in a sixty-nine. He took hold of his still hard cock, aimed it, and brusquely sank into my mouth. With the same vigor, he grabbed my hard cock and swallowed as much as he could. His hot, wet mouth ran up and down my pole for a bit until he abruptly stopped and pulled off.
“Grab my head,” was all he said as he lowered his mouth on me again. I knew he wanted me to fuck his mouth. I immediately bent my knees, grabbed his head, and started vigorously fucking his mouth.
This time, I didn’t hold back. I fucked his mouth hard and deep, hearing him gag and choke every once in a while. I knew when to back off, but it was only for a second or two. Every time he gagged and sputtered, he would involuntarily shove his still semi-hard dick down into my throat.
I couldn’t even warn him that I was going to cum. Not that I needed to. He was a man on a mission. I ceased plunging him down on my cock and held his head just before the gagging point. I was snorting and groaning like a bull in heat as I shot my load. I felt him pull up just until the head of my cock was still in his mouth. Sometimes I tend to cum a lot, and this was one of those times. I could sense every muscle his mouth and throat used as he swallowed every drop I offered him. We stayed like that for a few until my cock started to deflate.
“Holy shit,” Angelo declared, rolling off me and climbing up next to me. “That was the best sex I ever had in my whole fuckin’ life,” he expressed vehemently.
“That was pretty amazing, wasn’t it?” I wrapped him in my arms, where he nestled into me, resting his head on my chest. “What was your favorite part?”
I swear I could see the wheels in his head turning as he cupped my cock and balls in his hand, searching for an answer.
“I’m not sure. I guess there was a couple ‘a things I liked.” I stroked his head as he kept searching his brain. “I for sure know I like this,” he said, giving my cock a tender grasp. I remained unspoken, patiently waiting. “I’m kinda embarrassed about this one thing.” He paused for a bit as if waiting for me to intercede. “I really liked when you took control over me. It scared me at first, but I felt like I didn’t have to worry about it at the same time. I know you wasn’t gonna hurt me, even though I could protect myself if I had to,” he said with a chuckle. He probably could have taken me, I thought to myself. I liked when you was spanking my ass too. That got me horny. I didn’t know I would like something like that. Kinda funny, ain’t it?”
“Naw. It’s normal. I still learn things about myself all the time.”
“Okay. Okay. I know. My favorite was when you fucked my mouth really hard and deep, and I was choking on ya’. What was your favorite?”
“There were several things, but I have a definite favorite.” I turned onto my side, facing him, and reached for his cock and balls. “No one has ever fucked me like that. You are phenomenal in that department.”
“I wish I had a bigger dick.”
“DUDE! For what?”
“Isn’t bigger always better?” he said, followed by a nervous chuckle.
“Nope. Not in my book. You had moves and angles that hit all the right fucking spots. There were a couple of times when you hit spots and I thought I was gonna shoot without even touching myself.”
“Really?” he said, a huge smile plastered on his face.
“Really,” I assured him. We drifted off, holding each other’s cocks. He was such a nice fit as he snuggled his bulk against me.
This all took place around two years ago. Two months after that first day together, Angelo moved into my house. He had been spending so much time there that it was almost inevitable. My one condition was that he have his own room. When I explained to him that I didn’t want him to try to commit because he had a lot of play time to make up for, he tried to argue with me. I assured him that when he had had enough playing, I would still be here for him. I told him that I wanted all the dirty details of his conquests, though, because I was curious that way. Oddly enough, outside of the second threesome we had with Phil, where we both got to fuck the big guy (that’s a story for another time), there was only one other person.
On this day, nearly two years later, Angelo approached me. I was sitting on the porch when he got home from work. He walked up to me, dropped his pants, and spoke.
“I thought if I came over, you would take care of me.” We both burst out laughing. Before I could continue the charade, he sat down across from me and became very solemn.
“Listen, T, I never ever demand anything from you, but I have to right now.” He paused, reached over, and grabbed my hand. “I don’t want my own room no more.”
“Seriously? Why is that?”
“For some reason, you think I need to fuck around with a lot of guys and maybe get something outta my system. That ain’t true or right.”
“I honestly didn’t want to put myself out there like that to get hurt. Guess I’ve seen it happen too many times.”
“Well, I’m gonna move my shit into your closet. If you wanna stop me, then I guess I’ll have to pack it all up and step. Now,” he said, standing up, “I’m going upstairs to move my stuff, and then I’m gonna take a shower. If you wanna join me, that would be good.”
“Okay then. You’re the boss,” I said.
“Nope. You’re the boss and always will be,” he said, turning around and bending over, waiting for me to give him a hard smack on his furry ass.
