Boi and Older Man

I'm Sam, a fresh-faced adult from Liverpool. I've known I was a submissive bottom beta for years and have always loved servicing men. I didn't expect that one of the men I'd service would be my sixty-year-old godfather, a man close enough to me that he was practically an uncle and let me call him as such. In hindsight, it makes sense he'd fancy a pretty boy like me; smooth and skinny, blue eyes and black hair, small nipples, and a nice bubble butt that was the envy of other twinks.

One night I was staying in his apartment as my parents went on holiday. I had planned on going to Amsterdam with him next week anyway for some weed. I was sitting in his living room watching TV, buzzed from a few hits, when he came in from his home gym upstairs, sweat glistening on his skin and tight clothes. He collapsed in the chair. "Fuck, that was a good workout. I'm pumped but I can't even be arsed to shower."

"That's why I don't exercise," I said.

"You should as you're a skinny cunt," he said.

"I might start when I'm at least half your age."

He laughed. "I look better in my sixties than you do right now at eighteen." In all fairness, he was a real man. Six foot two and plenty of muscles thanks to steroids. He looked on as I was mindlessly channel surfing, taking the remote away from me. I was looking at my phone checking Grindr and Chat Avenue when I saw him scrolling through the porn channel. If he asked me if I wanted to watch anything, I was too distracted to hear.

"You young ones are never off them bastard things," he said.

He settled a BDSM film. This one had a much older man walking a younger blonde girl around like a dog. With only a brief glance, I found myself wishing I was the girl, currently sucking off the man and moaning. She was fully worshipping it but I thought I could do a lot better if given the chance. That's when I looked at my godfather rubbing his crotch. Those tight shorts held the biggest bulge I had ever seen, family or otherwise. I couldn't stop staring, hoping he would just get it out and let me see him stroke it. I tried to hide that fact by looking at my phone but he must have seen me out the corner of his eyes.

"What the fuck you looking at?" he asked.

"N-nothing, I'm on my phone," I said, trying to deny the fact that I was caught.

"You better not be recording me, Sam."

"Why would I?"

"Because I can tell you're looking at me and not the TV," he said.

"The girl's shit. I can probably give better head than her," I said.

He started laughing and realized my intentions. He stopped rubbing his crotch and I still couldn't stop staring at it.

"If you want to put something else on then go ahead," he said. I really wanted to put a gay movie on but I still was in the closet to everyone.

"No uncle, it's okay. It's your place; you're the boss," I said, trying to hide the blush from my cheeks.

"I'm the boss everywhere, Sam." He flexed his huge arms that I desperately wanted to kiss and worship. He changed the channel and found a film with black studs plowing blonde girls. I had a quick glimpse of the TV but I waited for him to get his cock out his shorts. He lit up a joint. I couldn't help but stare as saliva was filling my mouth, dry as it was from the weed.

When he got near the end of his joint he asked if I wanted to finish it. I said yes. He stood up to bring the joint over to me and I could see his bulge even better now. I swear he did that on purpose. He snatched my phone and I panicked as my gay apps were open. I jumped off the couch and tried to grab it back and he effortlessly pushed me back down as he went and sat back in his chair.

"I fucking knew it," he said as he scrolled through each man. He threw the phone at me and called me a faggot. I was too stunned to respond, face completely red in a mixture of shame and arousal.

"I always knew you was a sissy fag, Sam. It doesn't surprise me that you resorted to using Grindr and chatting to random men online, you thirsty bitch. Was that why you were looking at my crotch?" I remained silent when he growled "Look at me when I talk to you, fucking fag!" I stammered an apology as I tried making eye contact.

"I'm so sorry. I couldn't help it," I said.

"I bet you like the size of that horse cock that man has," he said as he resumed rubbing his package. I meekly agreed. "Now look at my crotch. I'm bigger than him."

"You're blessed," I said.

"Damn right! I am the boss blessed by God," he said as flexed his massive arms again.

I tried to look at my phone to check it. "Sam, you best keep staring at my big dick and not whatever pound of flesh is on your phone," he said. I instantly dropped my phone and was staring at the big bulge, wishing he would stop teasing me and pull down his shorts.

"You love to see it, don't ya cocksucker?"

"Yes sir."

"Now, lick your lips and beg me to pull it out my sweaty shorts," he said.

I took a few heavy breaths before licking my lips. "Please uncle, sir, I need to see it. I need to see your cock and balls."

"Who is the boss and who is the bitch?"

I quickly replied "You are the Boss Sir and I am the bitch."

"You are a fucking pathetic fag. Imagine what your parents would say," he said. I couldn't help but agree. "Get on your filthy faggot knees and beg to be inbetween my legs." I instantly dropped off the couch straight to my knees and pleaded.

"Start crawling slowly towards me, bitch," he said. I started crawling, making sure my hips moved wide as I arched my back so he could see my sexy bubble bum. When I got to between his legs, he told me to stop. I sat back on my heels on my hands and knees awaiting further instruction. All that was missing was the collar and chain from the earlier porn film and I'd be set.

"I can see you love staring at my bulge in my sweaty shorts. How badly do you want to touch it?"

"I want to so badly, Sir. There's nothing else in the world I would rather do right now. I'll show you how well I can suck your cock."

"I know you will," he said. "You can replace my hand now, slut." I was so eager to touch it I instantly placed my hand on his crotch when he slapped me hard in the face. "Not with your hands, fucking queer. Do it with your face!" No sooner did I apologize that he slapped me again on my other cheek.

"You're gonna call me daddy and you're gonna like it."

"Yes daddy," I said. As I slowly moved my head towards his crotch, the manly musky smell hit me harder than anything I have ever had the pleasure of before. I pressed my face all over his shorts, my nostrils taking in every part. He sat back with his hands behind his head, flexing his biceps and triceps. "You like the scent of daddy's crotch, fag?" I looked up to see his eyes, keeping my nose running up and down his big cock and sack. He slapped me again.

"Daddy asked you a question, you fucking queer! Do you like the scent of my crotch, you filthy fucking fag?"

"I love the scent, daddy. I can't get enough!"

"Carry on then, cocksucker." I continued to rub my face deep all over his shorts, mainly trying to rub his big cock with my nose. I started to kiss and use my lips on his pecker but then he grabbed me by the hair and slapped me again. "The fuck you doing? Daddy didn't say you can do that." I apologized.

"You're too eager, you cum-guzzling freak, aren't you? You want to lick and taste daddy's thick cock but you don't deserve the honor and privilege to be blessed to taste just yet. You need to earn it."

"Yes daddy. I'll do anything for you just to get that honor and privilege." I couldn't believe I was in this situation. I was incredibly aroused but I didn't dare touch myself.

"Then crawl on your hands and knees and get me a beer. Bring it back to me with the bottle in that slutty mouth of yours". As I turned from his crotch, he smacked my ass so hard. "Be quick about it too. You don't want to keep daddy waiting..."