The funny thing was, with Antoine my mom told me he was French or Italian or maybe even Greek but she couldn’t remember. Yeah, I should have known, she was such an airhead that if he did tell her she probably forgot.
My mom had a lot going on upstairs. When I mean upstairs I’m talking about her chest, not her brain. She was the typical big titted blonde with no idea what she was doing with her life and no idea how anything worked, especially life.
And typically, she had met Antoine at a bar that she would hang out at with her rag-hag gal pals and after a month went by, Antoine moved in with us into our cheap-ass double wide.
I know I shouldn’t put her down, since she is my mom and I’m only nineteen, but I kept thinking to myself, if he’s moving in with us then he’s even worst of a loser than my mom.
Mom says he has this company that imports and sells high priced olive oil and any day now the company will take off and we’ll be living like kings.
Antoine sure was living like a king. I could hear him plowing into my mom every morning and most the night. Sometimes they’d even go off when I was there on the weekend and fuck in the middle of the day.
Well, I could see what my Mom saw in him. I mean. He had a really nice body for an older guy but his face had a lot of scars, I think from acne. He liked to lie out and get really dark too. He put Olive Oil all over himself and said in that unusual accent of his, “You know David; the older tribes of my people would cover themselves in olive oil and work out in the sun? That’s why their skin, it looked so beautiful. You should come outside and sun with me. It’s good for you.”
I would always make up some excuse then I finally told him, “Sorry Buddy, (I liked to call him Buddy ‘cause I think it may have pissed him off) I’m too pale, I mean shit, I’ve got platinum blonde hair. If I lay out in the sun, I’d probably just burn or start on fire or sumptin’.”
This didn’t stop me from looking out my bedroom window at him laying there on the chase lounge in his super small European bikini.
Damn, I could tell that man was packing some serious meat in that banana hammock and like I said he did have a nice body for an older guy.
Then came the day my mom had to go out of town to help out her older sister that had fallen and broken her wrist. She said she’d be back in a week and a half, or two at the most.
I know this is cray-cray but I kept having these thoughts of Antoine fucking me. You’d think that my mom would have told him I was gay. But somehow I don’t think they talked much about me.
The first week went by without any issue. I would go to work at the convenience store and Antoine would do whatever it was he did with his olive oil business when I was gone. We pretty much kept to ourselves. Plus Antoine would mostly be on his phone in my mom’s bedroom.
Then on Sat morning we both ended up in the kitchen. I told him I would make him some eggs if he’d like. He smiled and asked if my mom had called me. Mostly when my mom is gone she doesn’t phone or text. She’s kind of an airhead that way, lives in the moment. A lot like a golden retriever.
Antoine had brought in a brand new case of his oil and set it on the floor by the stove. He opened it up and told me I should open a bottle and use the oil for our eggs.
I didn’t know much about olive oil but I thought they might make the eggs taste like olives.
“No,” says Antoine. “There is very little taste to my oil, see? And it is so much better for you than butter.”
He poured a small dab on his index finger and held it out for me to lick.
Not really thinking about how strange it was I stuck out my tongue and then he pushed his finger up to my mouth. I tilted my head and licked his finger, “Hey, that stuff’s pretty good. You’re right, it’s pretty light, but has a good taste.”
At that Antoine said, “I knew you would like it. This is a very special batch. You know David, in my country; a lot of people actually drink a shot of olive oil every morning. It makes you healthy, wealthy and increases your size.”
“Um, I think you mean healthy, wealthy and wise.” But he corrected me saying, “No, it increased your size, down here David,” and then proceeded to rub his crotch.
He put some more of the oil on his finger and stuck the tip in his mouth then put more on his finger and held it out to me. It was almost comical what I did next. His finger kept trembling a little so I grabbed his wrist and pushed his finger into my mouth.
“Hmmm, You like, yes?” He said smiling at me with a little nod.
Still holding his wrist, I said, “Yeah I like it a lot. I bet this would taste good on everything.”
“I’m not sure about everything, David. But it does taste good on most things. If you would like to try it on something else, you could put it on the toast or use it to cook the hash browns or… whatever you want to put in your mouth.”
"What do you mean, whatever I want to put in my mouth?”
“Well, the oil, she is good even as, how you say, an aphrodisiac.” Antoine nodded his head up and down.
“Oh really?” I smiled.
I felt like he was coming on to me, but then knew it when he said. “Yes, David it would even taste good on my cock.”
Antoine smiled wondering if he had gone too far, or if I would take the challenge.
“Hmmm, still holding on to his hand, I pushed his finger deeper into my mouth then back out a couple times nodding, “Well, maybe we should see how it tastes there?”
Before you could say “olive oil” I was down on my knees pulling down Antoine’s PJ bottoms and grabbing his cock. He stopped me and put his left hand on my chin and pushed me back a bit then said, “Hold on David, really… let me put some of this oil on my dick.”
He poured a bit into his hand and stroked his meat with it a bit, then pulled my head forward with his other hand on the back of my head. I’ll admit the taste was really good mixed with the musky scent of his dick and balls. Also, the oil did seem to help as he slid his sausage right into my mouth.
“That’s right David, open your mouth all the way up and put your lips over your teeth. The oil will make it go in so easy. See? Right down your throat.”
I did as he said and noticed I wasn’t even gagging. I did have to pull back to breath but his hand went right back to my head and pushed it right back down onto his knob.
He grabbed my head with both hands and face fucked me. Not too aggressive at first but then a little harder, it was getting a bit difficult to breathe and I think he may have been about to cum when he stopped and pulled out of my gob.
“Yes, you look just as pretty as when your mother sucks my dick. But let’s try something different. I can show you how well the oil really works.”
With that Antoine put his hands under my arm pits and helped me up off my knees, then flipped me around and bent me over the kitchen cupboard pulling down my PJ bottoms.
“You know David, olive oil is great to use as a sexual lubricant. Not only is it purely natural it can be absorbed into the skin, even the anus. It’s good for you. It promotes testosterone and helps with dry skin. So we will need to re-lubricate often, but that’s what I think makes it fun.”
“Here let me show you.” And he lubed up his cock with the oil again. My mind was swimming; I couldn’t believe I was letting my mom’s boyfriend fuck me in our kitchen.
Antoine continued to talk more than I would prefer, but afterward, I did feel that I had learned something.
He poured more on his finger and pushed it into my ass lubing me up making me moan.
“You know your mom won’t take my cock up her ass. We’ve tried several times, but she says I’m too big. She is just frightened. I tell her she needs to man up. I tell you this, with the right amount of lubricant I will fit inside you. Let us put your right leg up on the counter.” With that he grabbed my leg and lifted it up.
With my leg stretched out over the counter, he patted my ass with his hand. “There you go now you will be opened more for me and I can push into you easier.”
He lined up his cock with my pink hole and started to do just that. The greasiness of the oil did help and he would put more onto the tip of his dick and then stab me again trying to make his cock fit into my tight hole. The head of his dick pushed up inside me easily enough but that was as far as it seemed his cock would go. I will admit it was painful but, I don’t know, maybe it was the olive oil, it didn’t seem unbearable.
“I need to push past your inner ring David. Don’t worry, I have done this many times, it may hurt a little, then you will be in paradise.”
I could feel his big cock forcing my ass open every time he pushed into me a bit. He seemed so experienced, so I trusted him and felt he knew what he was doing.
He would push into me just slightly and with each thrust forward as he tried going deeper. I could feel my ass just start to open up when he pulled out almost all the way and put more oil on his dick.
Suddenly, he pushed past my “inner ring” as he called it and he kept up the short trusts. I was still feeling like I was being opened up but the real sharp pain was gone. In its place was a strange feeling of fullness that was oddly satisfying.
After his prick was about half way into me, Antoine pulled my leg off the counter and put his hands on my hips and started rocking back and forth slowly thrusting a little more into me, opening me up with his rhythm. “Oh, there you go David, now it’s going into your ass nicely. What do you think?”
I just grunted as I tried to breathe in slow short spurts to take in the slight pressure of his cock forcing me open.
“Mmm Hmm, I love the way your white body looks next to my darker skin. Your ass is so much tighter than your mom‘s pussy, We’re going to be great fuck buddies.”
All at once, I felt my ass relax and give way to Antoine and it felt like he had pushed his entire cock deep into me. With a sigh he breathed out then pulled out almost all the way and again applied more olive oil on it. Then he pushed back into me hard, my inner organs forced aside to make room for his cock as he held me with his hands on my hips, he squirmed around like he was stirring the inside of my ass with his dick, rubbing his pubes against the crack of my ass, he didn’t move or thrust at this point. He just held me like this and leaned over to me and sort of whispered in my ear.
“I need you to get used to my cock now, then I can really fuck you hard. I know you are going to like it.”
After holding me still with his cock impaled deep into the recesses of my chute, everything changed. He was right, it suddenly felt wonderful. I wanted nothing more than for him to start thrusting in and out of my hole. But he knew what he was doing, it was a tease and it was working. After a while he started to pull out and push into me just the slightest bit. I was trying to get more movement to his thrusts so I would pull back toward the cupboard when he pulled out and then push my ass back towards him to meet his stabbing thrust when he pushed into me. I was in hog heaven and knew this is what I’ve always wanted.
At one point he pulled out further and just stood still while I pushed back fucking his cock by moving my ass back and forth.
“That’s it David, I can see you want my cock in you. Damn! This is very hot! Your boy cunt is so tight. I can’t hold on much longer.”
Finally, he pushed me hard against the counter and held my hips down and then rabbit fucked my hole. After a bit, he slowed down his thrusting and pulled me back toward him pushing my legs out a bit so his cock would go up into me even deeper.
Then he went back to thrusting up into my ass, holding my hips. His thrusting was slow and relentless but yet very hard, and each time he bottomed out into me, I would gasp and exhale. I kept making this noise which I swear sounded just like what I hear from my mother room when Antoine was fucking her.
It felt so good I grabbed my cock and pulled on it just three or four times, moaning loudly, in seconds I exploded all over the front of the cupboards.
“Oh, fuck David!” Antoine exclaimed. “That’s going to make me cum.”
Antoine pulled out of my ass pushing me back down on to the cupboard. He moaned loudly and I could feel his hot cum spraying onto my back and ass.
He put his cock back into me and did five or six more slow pumps and then he pulled out again.
We each caught our breaths; Antoine reached over with a spatula and told me to stand still. He scrapped my back and the top of my butt, when I turned around I saw what he was doing. He had scrapped his cum off my back and put it into the pan that I was using to make the eggs.
“There you go David, now you can make Eggs l’ Antoine with the special olive oil and my man sauce.
At first I was taken aback but later as we ate our breakfast with our eggs having this special crème sauce with the imported olive oil, I thought, Damn, I’d like to eat this every morning.
