The Making of an Italian Stud

My name is Rocco Carlotti. I don’t want to brag, or sound conceited, but what I’m going to tell you is just a fact. I’m not making this up. The fact is, I am very handsome. I’m talking movie star handsome. I was blessed to have a Scandinavian mom and an Italian dad. They both passed on some excellent genes. My mom was a beautiful blond who was very busty and had curves in all the right places. She was about 5’7″, 130 pounds, with a 38D breast size, flawless face, with blue eyes and a bright white smile. My dad was the stereotypical tall, dark, and handsome male. He was 6’1″, 185 pounds, with an equally bright white smile, black hair, and brown eyes. If he walked into a room, every woman in there would probably get wet panties.

I am also 6’1″, but because I started lifting weights in the 8th grade, I am now 198 pounds with a large chest, thick neck, large biceps, and thighs, and six pack abs. I have very dark brown hair, brown eyes, and like my parents, I have a bright white smile. Because of my Italian roots, my complexion looks like I have a permanent tan.

I started my senior year a few days after turning 18. Although I didn’t play football in high school, I could date any cheerleader I wanted, even if she was going steady with the star football player. Of course, I only dated seniors because I knew they were over 18. I didn’t want to go to jail. Once my date got a look at my 8 1/2 inch cock, she would always be available, and when she told the other cheerleaders about my sexual prowess, they always wanted to go for a ride on my hard shaft. Like I said, I’m not bragging, I’m just stating a fact.

Obviously, I didn’t become a stud accidentally so I will try to explain how it happened.

Before I started High School, my dad introduced me to a Japanese friend of his. He explained that he was an Aikido master, and he was going to teach me unarmed defense. My dad explained that with my looks, the bullies would be jealous and would want to kick my ass, especially in front of a lot of people to make sure I would be humiliated. Dad said the same thing had happened to him when he was in school. I learned to love Aikido and I eventually earned my Black Belt. I never mentioned it, so no one in school knew about it. As it turned out, my dad was right. One day after school, I was talking to several of the cheerleaders when two of the school’s biggest football players walked up to me and started calling me names. When one of them threw a punch, I effortlessly blocked the punch and using his own momentum, I threw him to the ground. While he was lying there, groaning, his teammate decided he would put me in my place. He also threw a punch, and I threw him on top of the other guy. He had an easier landing since he landed on his teammate, but he landed hard enough that he was out for the count. Everyone was looking at me with their mouths open. The captain of the cheerleader team took my arm, smiled, and asked if I wanted to go with them to get a hamburger and a milkshake. Oddly enough, no one ever tried to bully me again.

When I turned 18, my parents surprised me with a large birthday cake, and my dad gave me the keys to a new blue metallic BMW X3 with cognac tan leather interior, and all the bells and whistles. We then went out to the best Italian restaurant in town and had a delicious meal. When we went back home, we sat at the kitchen table where we had a glass of wine, and my dad said over the next few months he was going to teach me how to become a wine connoisseur. My mom then shocked the shit out of me when she said, “Baby, you’re a man now, so I’m going to teach you everything you need to know about sex. I’m going to teach you how to treat women, and how to make them beg for your big cock. You don’t mind spending some time in bed with your old mom, do you?”

I had to take a big gulp of wine before I answered. My throat suddenly felt very dry, and I’m sure if I tried to say anything, it would sound like a frog! I finally answered, “Mom, you’re nowhere close to being old. I think you look like a Playboy centerfold. I will admit, I’m not very experienced with girls. I’ve never actually had sex with a girl. I’ve kissed them, and sometimes they let me hold their hand. I would love for you to teach me how to have sex.”

I then looked at my dad and asked, “Dad, are you ok with this? I don’t want to upset you.”

Dad answered, “You’re damned right I’m ok with it. Your mom and I have discussed it, and I’m just happy she’s willing to teach you. After all, we have a reputation to keep up. We can’t have a man in the Carlotti family who doesn’t know how to seduce women.”

I know my brain was in a fog, but it occurred to me that my dad just admitted he was in the habit of seducing women. I decided to let that pass, and instead I said, “Mom, I appreciate you being willing to do this for me. What do you need me to do?”

“Well, I was going to get started tomorrow, but I guess there’s no time like the present. Come on, let’s go to my bedroom.”

When we got to her bed, she said, “Rocco, you said you had kissed girls, so show me how you kiss.”

I felt a little awkward, but I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck and gently pulled her toward me before pressing my lips on hers. I kissed her for a few seconds before removing my hand from the back of her neck and sitting back on the edge of the bed. She looked at me for a few seconds before she said, “That’s it? That’s how you kiss a girl?”

I was confused. Of course that’s how I kissed a girl. How else would I?”

Mom said, “Let’s try that again, but this time I’m going to show you the proper way to kiss a girl.” I leaned in to kiss her lips, but she put her hands on my chest and said, “When you press your lips against mine, I want you to open your mouth a little. Don’t open it wide like you’re going to eat an apple, but just enough so you can stick your tongue out. When our lips meet, open your mouth and I’m going to open mine. I’m going to put my tongue in your mouth, and I want you to put your tongue in mine. Let’s try that.”

When we started kissing, I got the hint, and I started kissing her back. Our tongues were now exploring each other’s mouths, and I again put my hand on the back of her neck and gently pulled her toward me. After a few seconds, mom pulled her head back and said, “That was much better. Now, the next time we kiss, when you feel my tongue enter your mouth, I want you to slowly start to fuck my mouth with your tongue. In other words, I want you to stick it in, pull it almost all the way out, and then stick it back in. As you’re doing that, swirl your tongue around mine. I have heard people say it’s like dueling tongues. Let’s try again.”

I followed my mom’s instructions and she started to hum. I took that to mean she was enjoying it. When we stopped, she said, “That was so much better. We’ll practice some more until you become an expert kisser. Now, it’s ok if you feel a girl’s breast through her clothes. You don’t want to do that right away because you might scare them off. We are going to kiss again, and when you feel me put my arms around you, and you hear me moaning, I want you to feel my breast. Don’t grab it, just put your hand on it, rub it, and caress it. It’s ok to squeeze it, just not too hard. As you’re doing that, brush your thumb over my nipple.”

We kissed for about five minutes with both of us moaning, dueling with our tongues, and me rubbing her tits. We finally pulled apart, and mom smiled at me and said, “Now that’s how you kiss a girl.”

She then took my hand and placed it on her pussy. She rubbed my hand up and down her lips and then asked, “Do you feel that?”

“Yeah. Your pussy is really wet.”

“You’re right. When a girl gets sexually aroused, her pussy will get wet. I notice your cock is also harder than a rock. Our bodies, both men and women, help us to get ready for sex. That doesn’t mean we are going to have sex, but if we do, we will be ready. Your cock gets hard so it can enter my pussy, and my pussy gets wet so it’s easier for your cock to slide in. Now, we’re going to kiss again. I want you to wait until you hear me moaning and pulling your head closer, and then I want you to feel my breast again. After we have kissed for a while, I want you to say, “Oh god. You are so sexy. I would really like to make love to you. Would that be ok?”

Now, before you get to that point, you need to make some preparations. For instance, where will you go to have sex? Are you planning to do it in your backseat? If so, will you do it where you’re currently parked? I mean, are you in a safe area? You don’t want to get robbed while you have your pants around your ankles, or worse, get shot. What’s the chance the police will show up and shine a flashlight on you while your bare ass is pumping up and down? Maybe the best thing would be to arrange for a room in a hotel. Or remember, you can always bring her back here. Just call or text me so we’re not sitting on the couch in the nude. We don’t want to shock her. I’ll make sure we lock ourselves in our bedroom. And another very important thing to think about. Make sure she is over 18, and make sure you ask her if she’s using birth control. The last thing you want is to get her pregnant. If she’s not on birth control, make sure you use condoms.”

I said, “Damn, mom. I guess I never really thought about any of that. Thanks! That was some good advice.”

She said, “Don’t mention it. Now, let’s practice some more, and this time, remember to ask me if we can make love.”

We practiced some more, and I asked if she would let me make love to her. She said she would like that, so I got between her legs and started to put my cock in her. She stopped me and told me to slow down. She told me to rub the tip up and down her pussy lips to get my cock wet, and then slowly press it in. I did that, and then she told me to start pumping in and out, slowly at first, and then build up a little speed. That was the first time I had ever had sex. It felt so good I was surprised I didn’t cum right away.