It all started the summer before my senior year. School had just let out and I went to my best friends house down the street to see if he wanted to hang. Instead of seeing my lanky best friend in the door when I knocked, I was greeted by his sultry Father. His Father was a Jordanian beast, standing at just 6 feet tall, thick muscular biceps and pecs barely covered by his tanktop. Being middle eastern he had that dark black hair and smoldering brown eyes.
I myself was barely 5'6, creamy white skin, a little chubbier but mostly on my thighs and ass. He answered the door, stared me up and down and said, "Ali isn't home, he went to see his mother for the summer." I apologized and said I had forgotten and started to walk away, that is when it happened, "Johnny, why don't you come downstairs for a minute, I wanted to ask you something." Before I could respond he just started walking down his basement steps, I had to go in.
Mr. B, Moe, or Daddy as I would soon call him was already sitting back in his chair smoking his hookah. "Come here," he pointed before him like I was just a dog to obey. "Yes Sir," "You and my son hang out a lot and I know you are gay, so I wanted to know is he gay too?" I was stunned, I wasn't out and wasn't sure how he even knew.
"I'm not gay Mr. B," "Khallas, stop it, I know you are gay, I mean look at you, but is my son?" All I could utter was "no." "Have you two messed around before?" "No!" "Too bad, he could use you for practice, with a fat ass like that, and he wouldn't need to worry about knocking you up. Come over here let me see you better." I was almost on autopilot, I just walked closer, "now turn around, that is a thick ass you got there, show me it."
"What?" "I said show me it now and make it quick," I pulled down my shorts and revealed my jock underneath that I used for baseball, it always turned me on to wear it. He just laughed and said "I know a little slut when I see one, come here" as I walked over he told me to stop, "no, take off the rest of your clothes and crawl to me like a good boy Johnny."
"Mr. B, I never" "I didn't ask you for your opinion or your thoughts, I SAID STRIP DOWN AND CRAWL TO ME." I found his tone to turn me on before I knew it I was removing my shorts and shirt now just in a white jockstrap and my nikes. "Good boy, now all fours and crawl to me like the little bitch you are"
As I crawled he took a big hit on his hookah and exhaled right in my face, "that's a good little white slut, good little sluts get a treat, do you want a treat?"
"yes," "I'm sorry what was that?" "Yes sir" I muttered instinctively, he laughed and stroked my cheek, "little slut learns quick doesn't he" just then he pulled out his dick from his sweatpants. It was shocking, not only was Mr. B a full 9 inches hard but his caramel cock was thick, "does my little slut like it" "yes sir" "good slut, now lick my balls and take in my scent" as I bathed his balls he told me what my new life would entail. "Every day this summer you will come over and learn a new skill from me, by the end of the summer you are going to be a dirty little slut that cannot get enough dick, do you understand me?" "Yes Sir," "Good, now get to work sucking my cock" As I sucked he corrected me and told me I wasn't going to leave his house until I gave him the perfect blowjob.
He started to pump my face and face fuck and told me how to make sure I didn't bite him, 'I'm doing this for you slut, you need someone to guide you and mentor you, and if I get serviced well thats a benefit," "YES SIR"
