The Custodian - Jaimie

I got home early to get there before Angel arrived, suddenly aware that he had no ride to get here. While I wanted to call him and find out, I figured that he would have brought it up and that he knew his way around the city. I quickly straightened up the house, realizing I had more room than needed, but with Angel moving in there were more possibilities for the extra space that was unused.

Later that afternoon Angel arrived, having only a back pack with him. "Hey papi," he greeted me as he walked through the door. "Fuck, you got a nice place," he said as he looked around.

"Thanks Angel. Any trouble finding it?" I asked.

"Not at all, I know this city pretty well," he said.

"Well, make yourself at home," I said, realizing we had not talked about sleeping arrangements. "So, first decision, do you want to sleep in the same bed as me, or have your own bedroom?"

"My own bedroom would be cool," said Angel to my disappointment. "For now, we'll see how it all goes. Lead the way papi," said Angel, grabbing my ass.

I showed him his bedroom with a queen sized bed and dresser, sparsely decorated as a guest room. "What do you think?" I asked.

"It's nice, thank you," said Angel, putting his backpack down. "Bathroom?" he asked, pulling out a plastic bag of what I assumed were personal care products.

I showed him to the smaller bathroom in the hallway, and told him he could use the master bath which was located adjacent to master bedroom. I just had it remodeled to reflect modern standards, large glassed in walk-in shower and marble double sink.

"Fuck yeah, this one, he said, walking past me.

"Alright, I'll let you have your privacy," I said, shutting the door.

"Not without some sugar first papi," he said, approaching me, then pulling me hard into him. He placed his mouth on mine, engaging in a deep, long kiss. He guided my hand down to his semi-hard cock. I started to bend down to suck it, but he stopped me. "I want to wait papi, take you out to dinner, come back, get full and put my babies in you."

"Damn," I said, wanting him right there.

He kissed me again, this time softer and more sensual. "Tell you what. If you have any panties or women's underwear or gowns, put that shit on and wait on the bed. When I finish showering, I want to see you ass up in it."

"Sorry Angel, I don't have any, got rid of it awhile back." I had a lover who was into me wearing women's underwear and lingerie but nobody recently was into it.

"That's alright papi, that means we have a stop to make after dinner. If you are going to share a bed with me, I want you smelling and looking pretty."

I thought to myself how ridiculous I looked in sexy lingerie, but that maybe Angel had different ideas.

"I'm going to shit, shower, brush my teeth and be ready for a night out." Angel saw the look on my face of someone who was not ready for all that information.

He laughed. "Don't be such a prude," said Angel as he gently guided me out of the doorway closed the door.

After about 30 minutes, he emerged naked from the shower. Realizing I never saw him completely nude, I was awestruck at his beauty. While he was chubby, his hairy body was solid. Every part of him was thick, including the large member than dangled between his huge thighs, nestled in large hanging balls, the foreskin protruding well past the head. His upper body and arms had various tattoos, still visible under the dark matte of hair. His chest stood proudly, meaty and large and his belly had a sexy overhang. While he finished drying off his body I could not keep my eyes off of him. He looked up at me as he bent down to dry his toes on his fat feet.

"I could have done that for you," I said, finding myself overly aroused.

"You will be papi, believe me, I got plans for you," said Angel, turning round to hang the towel back up. His ass was equally big, the cheeks big, perky, firm and smoother than the rest of him. He then went to the other room to get dressed.

"Underwear shopping," I commented as I passed the bedroom and noticed his too loose fitting boxer briefs.

"You choosing?" he asked as he continued dressing.

"We'll see," I said as I gathered myself and waited for him in the living room. He came with a button down shirt and jeans, hair slicked back.

"Wow, you look good Angel," I said, standing up.

"Thanks, papi, so do you, " said Angel, leaning in to kiss me.

I loved the way Angel made me feel, his enthusiasm, ability to show affection and an unbridled sex drive that matched mine was something I thought I would never find. In addition, he was intelligent, quick witted and one hunk of a man.

We drove to a place where Angel had been wanting to go, but was outside the city limits and inaccessible to him. Apparently he was having a craving for barbecue and this place had been his favorite. During the drive he talked nonstop about various topics from modern day music, which he thought was unimaginative, to politics, which he claimed to be more centrist but leaned conservative to his favorite sport which was baseball, and cooking. He didn't talk much about his personal life, which I was hoping for but didn't push.

The restaurant was one that I had never heard of, but was fairly crowded and had a good variety of foods other than barbecue. While we ate, we continued our conversation but this time he was more interested in my life.

"So, never been with a woman?" he asked.

"Once, but it was not satisfying to me, nor to her apparently. I had sex with a woman at an early age, after having sex with men, and did not enjoy it. it was more of an experimental thing with me," I said.

"Damn, I feel sorry for that woman. Couldn't get hard?" asked Angel.

"Not really, after a while she kind of gave up and left."

This led to Angel explaining how his sexuality was an open book, that he was bisexual and loved how a woman felt physically and responded to him. His girlfriend that he just broke up with knew about his sexuality, and was supportive of it as she was also bisexual.

"So if, you had to choose one or the other, which would it be?" I asked.

"Right now, you! You're like both wrapped into one, but better."

I was pleasantly surprised by it and wanted more detail. "How's that?"

Angel thought about it, then opened up. "Don't take this the wrong way, but I get turned on by how submissive you are, do whatever I say without question. Love an obedient bitch. But your ass feels like a pussy, even better when you clamp down on it. You're masculine but really girly in bed, I like that," he said, "and I like older women," he said, finishing the last of his meal before downing it with beer. "And you ordered a girly drink, big fucking turn on."

"Well I'm glad I check all your boxes," I said.

"There's a few things we have to work on," said Angel.

"Oh?" I responded. "Tell me more."

"Fuck I needed that!" he said, leaning back and patting his belly. "I already told you one, that you need to wear women's underwear and lingerie. There's a place we can stop on the way back, not too far from here."

"And," I asked.

"What the fuck was I thinking?" he asked himself, seeming to have forgot. "Oh yeah, you got to shave your body, especially that hairy pussy of yours. But I can help with that."

"All of it?" I asked. I had once shaved myself but the process of it growing back was unpleasant.

"Yeah, papi," he said, reaching across the table to hold my hand, which I found both uncomfortable and adorable. "You won't believe how fucking horny I get by that."

"Damn, more so than now?" I asked, already concerned that his sex drive might be stronger than mines. "Is that it?" I asked, sounding more impatient than intended, but not bothering Angel.

"I think that's enough......for now," said Angel, half-joking. "So tell me James, any requests from me?"

I thought about it but was so focused on what Angel's expectations were from me that I hadn't given it much thought. "Keep the place neat and clean?"

"Yeah, I'm going to have to work on that, but will do my best in putting things away. I'm actually pretty neat, but I see from your place you like things orderly. Not a problem. Anything else?"

"I'm glad we're doing this Angel. And it's our place for now, not my place. You are like my fantasy guy, everything I want in a man I can see in you."

"Great! Hopefully I don't annoy you too much. And remember papi, this is until I get enough saved up for my own place. And, I've been thinking about going back to school to get my Associate's Degree for becoming an electrician."

"Wow, nice," I said, enjoying the fact that he had high expectations for himself. "Have you started yet?"

"Yeah, before I got locked up. So that fucked everything up. But I'm going the that shit expunged while I go back to school."

I was thinking at that point he was trying to do too much too soon. "You're talking a lot of money Angel. Having your own place, expungement, schooling...."

I apparently hit a nerve and Angel suddenly became irritated. "Don't do that shit papi, I have too many people doubting me now."

His reaction was something I should have anticipated. One of my character flaws is that I tend to resort to worst case scenario when faced with difficult situations. I should have been more supportive. "I'm sorry Angel. I have no reason to doubt you," I said contritely.

"Yeah, well, don't bitch. I don't need that shit in my life." After a few minutes of silence, Angel reached out and grabbed my hand. "Seriously James, don't get in my fucking way. I'm going to do this shit, and I'd appreciate your backing."

"I will support you however you need it Angel," I said, squeezing his hand.

"I'm not saying it's going to be easy papi. Having a place to stay already helps and gives me confidence. So I do appreciate you," said Angel, returning my hand squeeze, then releasing his grip. "But don't fucking doubt me again."

After dinner, which Angel did pay for, we stopped an ad adult shop where gear and clothing were abundant. After browsing and considering several outfit options, Angel chose red fishnet stockings, panties and a sheer teddy for me while I chose white briefs with an extended pouch to accommodate his large dick and balls. I noticed that he was interested in bondage gear..

"What are you looking at darling?" I asked.

"Stuff I might want to get you in for the next time you piss me off," he said, picking up a harness restraint for hogtying someone. I couldn't tell if he was serious or kidding, but was interested nonetheless.

"I hope I don't piss you off anymore, but it doesn't hurt to be ready just in case," I said, putting my arm around his waist.

He handed me the apparatus, "Here faggot. Because you probably will piss me off."

While that word often offended me, the lewd way Angel used it didn't bother me. In fact, it was somewhat of a turn on. After checking out, the ride home was quiet, with Angel on his cell phone most of the time. When we walked in, Angel headed toward the kitchen, saying, "Go on and put that shit on."

"Okay, help yourself to anything in the refrigerator," I said, heading toward the bedroom to get changed. I soon heard him yell out, "Got anything more than beer?"

"Check the upper cabinet to the right," I yelled back as I unpacked everything, removing the tags. As I changed into the lingerie and prepared myself, I began to wonder about Angel's sometimes erratic behavior. I figured it would take awhile to figure out his triggers and give him space when needed. He had a lot of strong characteristics, namely being genuine and honest about everything.

I found the bottle of perfume that was leftover from a previous lover who also liked to feminize me. My attempts never was to his liking and I hadn't tried since. After putting a bit on, and being fully dressed on the items we purchased, I walked nervously into the living room where Angel sat watching television. He had stripped down to his wife beater and boxers, putting his towering, powerful body on display. I noticed he had two shot glasses and a bottle of Tequila along with the beer he was drinking.

He was sitting at the far end of the couch so I sat opposite him, waiting for him to notice. He looked my direction and showed an obvious expression of approval. "Damn, you look really good! Stand up babe."

"You're just saying that Angel," I said, humbled and embarrassed by his sudden display of overt enthusiasm. I stood before him.

"Fuuuuuck! Look at you," he said, running his hands on my body, kissing my belly. "And damn you smell good too. Fuck...." he said, patting the empty space next to him.

I sat next to him and he put his large arm around me pulling me closer. "You really like it?" I asked.

He put my hand on his hard cock. "What do you think? Damn I love the way you smell," he said, kissing the top of my head. He removed my hand from his cock. "Save that for later babe. I'm going to wear you out." He then poured two shots of tequila and handed me one.

"Eres una mujer hermosa," he said, holding out his shot glass for a toast.

While I didn't speak Spanish I recognized there was a 'beautiful woman' somewhere in his statement. "Gracias," I said after exchanging shots.

"Oh so you understand Spanish," he said, squeezing me tighter.

"Not really, just a few words here and there."

"Well I said that you make a beautiful woman," said Angel, releasing the tight grip he had on me, then focusing back on the television while stroking my arm through the sheer teddy. I felt incredibly at ease in the moment. While being short tempered and sometimes aggressive, Angel was loving and attentive. His ability to confidently be in control was refreshing from other guys who were either passive aggressive, indecisive or overly sadistic.

I kissed his chest, avoiding the temptation to take his extended nipple into my mouth. "Another beer babe," he said holding out his empty.

After getting his beer and snuggling back into him, he poured us a couple more shots. "You know there's better tequila out there," Angel commented. Tequila was not something I did regularly so I kept middle shelf brand around for anyone who did.

"Will get some tomorrow," I said, starting to feel the effects. Seeing that Angel was intently watching a Marvel show, I was starting to get into it, but avoided asking him questions that I found annoying when someone did it to me.

We watched in silence until the credits rolled, then Angel poured us more shots. We talked for a while, mostly Angel about his fucked up childhood leading him to join a street gang in his teens. His story telling was entertaining and interesting, making his darkest moments light and humorous.

"Alright babe, time for bed, he said, moving his arm from around me. I recalled him wanting the spare bedroom but apparently changing his mind, at least for tonight.

I had earlier dimmed the lights and set out candles, hoping Angel would enjoy a romantic setting. I heard him taking a piss while I got on the bed, laying face down.

I heard him come in, then slap my ass. "Move your ass to the edge of the bed and show me that pussy I own." Before I could get into the position Angel took me by the legs and dragged me to the edge of the bed, immediately raising my teddy and pulling down my panties to expose my ass. His powerful hands gripped my cheeks, spreading them, then spitting on my hole. I felt his tongue across my cheeks, then the his hands slapping them and his hungry mouth licking and biting, the tip periodically brushing my hole.

When he forcefully plunged his tongue into my anus, I moaned loudly, encouraging him to dig deeper and swirly his tongue around. His hands spread me further, allowing him to go deeper. I was lost in sexual bliss as Angel was relentlessly licked and probed my hole.

He stood up, gently slapping my ass. "Turn around, on your back," he said. Getting into position, he had me hang my head over the edge of the bed. I saw before me a marvel of manly strength. His hands were on his hips, his long, fat cock standing proudly upright in an obvious state of excitement. "Cuante te gusta mi verga papi?" Angel asked.

"I don't understand Spanish, Angel," I said, reaching out and feeling his heavy sac. I wasn't sure if he was drunk, or thought I would understand him.

"I'll teach you papi. You are going to be my Spanish speaking perra," he said, placing his cock on my lips.

Not knowing what a perra was until later, I opened my mouth and took him into me. He started gently, slowly moving himself in and out of my mouth, giving me the chance to use my tongue and lips around his smooth cock. I wanted to show him how eager I was to suck his cock so I quickened the pace of swirling my tongue around him while tightening the grip with my lips, prompting an increased arousal.

"Fucking faggot cock whore," he mumbled, as he slowly fucked my mouth, then placed his hand on the back of my head before impaling me. I held on for as long as I could, then gagging before he pulled out. Being controlled by an aggressive, sadistic top man had its disadvantages, but I was loving being used by Angel. His aggressiveness was genuine, not performative. I was learning that the more he got his way, the more confidence he gained.

"You want more of this cock?" he asked, pinching my nipples.

"Very much," I managed to get out, still breathing heavy from deep throating him. He playfully slapped me with his hard cock.

"I want to give it to you baby. Tell me where," said Angel, gently stroking my face with his cock.

"Anywhere you want to," I said, hoping my indecisiveness would not bother him.

"No bitch," said Angel, firmly gripping my cheeks. "I want you to tell me where you want this cock."

Never one to make it easy, Angel put the ball in my court, forcing me to make a decision. "In my ass."

"Turn it around papi, get on all fours." Once turned around, I raised my ass in the air at the edge of the bed, then heard him ask, "Where you keep the lube?"

After telling him the location of the lube, where other sexual items were located, I watched in the dim light as he opened the nightstand drawer, pulling out a huge dildo, in addition to the lube, that I had tried but it hurt too much. In the darkness I could see the silhouette of his cock, at full mast, as he compared the dildo to it.

"Looks like my dick. You ever try this papi?" he asked, closing the drawer, but not putting away the dildo.

"Once but it hurt too bad," I said. I was hoping he wasn't going to use it, but he walked around to where my ass was raised and applied lube to my hole. The plastic was too hard and unforgiving unlike most dicks which have some give.

"It's still in that drawer so you must be interested. Let's give it another try," said Angel. While his decisiveness was normally a turn on, this time I was hoping he'd hear me out. "Good boy," he said as he applied the lube and and played with my hole. Before I could protest any further, I felt the head of the dildo open me up, prompting me to cry out.

"Here, take a hit of the poppers," said Angel, handing me the bottle that he also found in my drawer. While I tried every techniques to loosen myself, I could not adjust to the size and hard, rough, texture of the dildo.

"Please stop," I cried out. I guessed he had about half of it in me, but could take no more.

"You did good Papi," said Angel as I felt the monstrosity slide out.

"Fuck that hurt," I said with a great deal of relief.

"Stand up," said Angel, stepping back from the edge of the bed to make room for me. He started kissing me softly, fingering my hole. I rubbed my hand on his meaty chest, enjoying the feel of the slight moistness and thick hairs that covered the majority of it, down his large belly, over his pubic bush, reaching his hard cock, stroking it.

"Kiss it baby, show me how much you much you love my cock." I got on my knees, took him into my hand, marveling at its thickness and how hard it stayed. I kissed it, then skinned it back behind his head, swirling my tongue around it while gently sucking, then pulling it all in until it popped past my throat. "Fuuuuuuuck!" Angel moaned. "You're such a good cocksucker.