Date: Thu, 6 Sep 2018 12:25:04 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Dadfuckers' Club ch. 6 Horny Dad Tales #35 The Dadfuckers Club Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com) The usual disclaimers apply: this is a made-up fictional story for adult readers only. It contains graphic depictions of sexual activity between men, including men who are related. Nifty Archive relies on the support from readers to keep doing the awesome work they're doing. Please take some time to pay back and pay it forward. This is the last chapter of the Dadfuckers Club. It was influenced by jhtravus's writing. Thanks for all the feedback on this series. Horny Dad Tales #35 Chapter 6 Kevin's story I dreaded this dinner. I was avoiding it, just like I was avoiding George McDonough in general. Mac. My ex-employee. The cocky 28 year old who'd turned my world upside down. Well, maybe he didn't do it. Maybe I was primed and ready for this midlife crisis that hit me like a freight train. Before Mac, I knew my marriage wasn't great, but it was steady state. After Mac, I knew I had to explore the sexual life with men I'd suppressed since college. It still felt fucking weird thinking of myself as gay. That label. Or bi, or whatever. I just knew that men were sexually satisfying me in new ways. I told my wife. Not about Mac, but that I'd hooked up with a couple of men anonymously. She told me what part of hell I could go to. It was an intense argument that would flare up again and again. We tried separation, I think for our daughter's sake. But Maura was a Freshman at Williams now and staying together made less and less sense for me and Julie. So the divorce papers didn't come as a surprise. Nor did the messy negotiation over the money and the assets. Fuck. As I looked around I realized that in choosing a quiet Financial District restaurant I'd picked a place that could only be described as romantic. Maybe I could make this quick. Give Mac the news and be on my way. Only when he came bounding in, five minutes late, my heart stopped a little. More than a little. Mac was handsome, doubly so in a trim suit that he wore like the up-and-coming finance dude he was, and he wore a bright smile I remembered from our first time having sex. I stood up to greet him. A handshake seemed inappropriate though that's what we did. Shaking hands like goddamn business colleagues. "Hiya Kev," Mac beamed. "Great to see you." "Good to see you, too, Mac." We sat and I observed his clothing. "Someone get a new promotion?" "What? Are you psychic?" he asked. "I got one last week. Was going to tell you about it." "Let's see...new suit, new Swiss watch... I'm no Sherlock Holmes, but I got good hunches." "It's pretty easy to read a guy who's shallow and materialistic like me," he winked. It had taken me a while to get Mac's sense of humor, but now his self-deprecating barbs had me laughing. Mac ordered his drink, a G&T, and we sat across from one another, smirking, but nervous. "So," he started. "You know my big news. You said you had some too, Kev." I nodded. "Julie and I are getting a divorce." His eyes widened and he looked at me cautiously. "How do you feel about that?" "It's been a shitty few months, Mac, that's how I feel about it. Christ," I lowered my voice despite my angry words, "my fucking marriage is falling apart. How do you expect me to feel." Kev nodded, understandingly. Gone was his beaming smile, and I felt bad that me and my misery had killed it. I wanted it back. "Sorry, Kev," he replied softly. "It's not your fault. Not really." "Maybe a little," he smirked. God, Mac's a cocky SOB. "But I meant... sorry I had mixed feelings about your news." That caught me off guard. I knew what he meant. There was a part of him happy I was no longer going to be a married man. "Don't go there, Mac. I'm not ready to go there." "I figured. That why you've been ignoring me the last couple of months?" It was, and I told him so. We'd had an on-again off-again affair. It was a steamy fuck in his one-bedroom apartment that had sealed my resolve to tell Julie. But after my marriage started unraveling I knew I needed to stay away from Mac. "Yeah," I stated. "One reason I wanted to see you tonight was to tell you in person. I don't think we should see each other." Mac was hurt but he kept his game face on. "Is that negotiable?" "Fraid not, Mac." "Can't blame a man for trying," he said. "I just hope you find what makes you happy Kev. I really do." "Thanks." It felt like a load had been lifted. I don't know if I was expecting a scene, but there was something so calm and rational about Mac's demeanor that contrasted with the cats-and-dogs fighting Julie and I had. Over dinner, I found myself opening up about the divorce. Telling him about keeping the Hamptons house but moving into a small apartment in the Seaport District. Sharing my anxieties about Maura and how she was handling it. Recounting the cold shoulder and gossip from couples who'd been lifeline friends. Mac listened to it all and I realized I hadn't had a soul I could unload all this on. When the dinner was over I felt embarrassed but grateful for Mac's company. My second scotch had dulled my defenses a little, too, because as we walked out, Mac asked if he could see my place. I looked at him askance. "What? I bet you got a nice view. Right?" "I do," I said. I had a good feeling Mac was angling for more than the view. "All right. But no monkey business." Mac grinned. "I'm nothing but a gentleman." I laughed, and we were walking the few blocks to my building. "I gotta warn you," I said, "I'm still unpacking." Indeed there were boxes strewn around the living area and piled up against the wall. "Nice," Mac said. "Pretty sweet for a bachelor pad." "It feels weird to be 44 and in a place this small," I said as I joined him next to the big window looking out on the East River. Mac looked over at me with an expression half smile, half empathetic seriousness. "Life takes us to some pretty unexpected places, huh, Kev?" It was a corny thing to say, faux-philosophical. But it was like Mac understood what I was feeling, the way my life had been upturned, all for sex. I wanted to speak but all I could do was breath heavily as Mac stepped up to me and kissed me. I knew this was coming. Deep down, I knew this is why I invited him here. I resented the control this young man had over me, over my desires. My brain still rebelled at this. I was shaking some, nervous just like it was the first time. "Just relax," Mac whispered, his lips brushing across mine, his strong body inches from me. "I'm gonna make you feel good, Kevin." Mac had some major game, and in fact I felt my tension leave me as we started making out again. His kisses were soft and deep, sexual and romantic at the same time. He started walking me backward, into the living area. "Don't I get a tour of the bedroom?" he smirked. "I don't know," I hesitated. For what I don't know. A sense of control maybe. Mac seemed to read my emotions. Or maybe he was too horny and stubborn to back down. He stood inches apart from me, eyes boring into mine expectantly. I reached forward and grabbed his crotch, feeling around for it. That amazing cock. It didn't take me long. Mac wasn't fully erect but he was getting close, and his fat ridge of meat rode up in the crotch of his suit pants. I felt along the ridge, appreciating the hardness and the size and the pure youthful virility. Mac smiled. "He's missed you, Kev." "I've missed him, too," I admitted. With a simple, confident motion, Mac reached down and unzipped, fishing inside his trousers to pull it out. That dick felt hot and heavy in my hand. Nine plus fat inches that had me rethinking a lot about what I knew of myself. I expected him to be cocky. I expected him to tell me to get down and suck his cock. Instead he stood there, that prick jutting out from his new suit. Looking at me expectantly, hopefully. When I crouched down he let out a soft, "oh yeah, Kev." And I licked and sucked his dick. Mac has a big one, real long and fat with a slight bend. I loved his dick, the size and hardness and power. It had changed my life. I sucked harder and faster, till Mac nudged me off and pulled me back up. Now he was crouching in front of me, undoing my slacks and taking my hard as nails dick in his mouth. I lay my hands gently on his soft head and coaxed him to blow me. I had to think of random things to keep from blowing. Finally Mac spit out my prick. "So do I get that bedroom tour or what?" he growled. I laughed and pulled him up for a kiss. We went into the bedroom and gingerly removed our suit jackets, ties, and shoes, undid our cufflinks and belts, and stepped out of our trousers, hanging them up. We kicked off the underwear and climbed onto the bed. The connection, body to body, cock to cock, mouth to mouth, was exquisite. The months apart from Mac made it all feel that much better as he humped against my body. "Damn, Kev, you're so hot," he growled as he kissed along my ear. "I fucking missed this." "I missed it too, Mac," I replied. He leaned up and looked down on me, his face beaming with excitement. "For real, Kev?" It was an adorable expression of need and desire. I nodded in affirmation and saw that winning smirk on his face, before he went back to kissing along my chest, then further down my stomach. "Fucking great body," he hissed as he went lower. Not sucking my dick but teasing it with kisses and licks before working on my balls and the spot just underneath. "Lift 'em man," he urged, and I knew what he wanted. I raised my legs and pulled them back to my chest. It was a vulnerable position and a part of me didn't like how easily I'd submitted to Mac this way. But his tongue started tracing my pucker and for the next ten minutes I was in heaven as Mac McDonough ate me out like a master. Working me up then letting me cool of with gentler exploration. Then going back for deeper tonguing. I didn't know how much more I could take. "Fuck me, Mac," I groaned. There was the cocky look on his face as he leaned up and wiped the spit off his chin with his forearm. That cockiness was a turn on now as he took the lube from my hand and slicked up his massive bone. He scooted up and nudged that perfect dick into place. Not rushing but letting my hole get used to the idea. Letting me want it. Finally he breached me. I was tight but he persevered. "You want this Russo," he growled. And I did. I watched in excitement as this stud-built 28 year old positioned himself over me and guided his horny cock inside. Some of it went in easier before my internal defenses kicked in. But Mac worked himself in patiently, till he was buried deep. "Oh fuck," I grunted. Mac smiled. "I belong in here, Kev," he said softly. It was a crazy thing to say, possessive and controlling, but it went straight to my nuts. "Fuck me," I replied. He pulled back, then powered forward. Not rough, but a real nice thrust. It felt exquisite. "Oh yeah, fuck me!" Mac was pushing out every shitty feeling I'd had the last months. Mac powered more in the next thrusts, and it felt marvelous. My dick twitched and I found myself grabbing it to stroke in time with his fucking. The guy was a stud, holding himself above me in a push up position while his body contracted with each fuck in. It was pushing that large dick in me over and over, battering my pleasure spot like crazy. I wanted to come, but didn't. I let go of my cock to keep from spurting too soon. Mac noticed. "Go ahead, Kev. Go for it," he urged. "I'm almost there, too." I nodded, feeling wordless, and started pumping my dick. It made that pistoning cock feel even more amazing in me. I could feel the pleasure rising. This is why my marriage was over. Nothing had felt this good with Julie. Hell, it hadn't felt nearly this good with the couple of guys I'd hooked up with the last months. Mac was getting me there, to a plateau of pleasure, and over it. He watched my face intently for a sign of orgasm, and as it started his own face contorted in excited pleasure. "Oh fuck!" he grunted, and I knew he was shooting his load good and heavy into me, just as mine sprayed my chest. Our orgasms, gloriously simultaneous, seemed to go on for a long time. Mac's hips pumping as he continued to shoot in me, my own cock spurting and then dribbling. Our lips met, passionate and hunrgy, as we kissed it out. Relishing the afterglow. Finally Mac eased himself out of me and rolled off. I watched as his heavy dong, coated in seed, flopped half-hard on his leg. It was beautiful and I couldn't resist touching it and feeling what had just been buried in me. Mac laughed at the gesture. "God, I missed that, Kev. Missed you." I knew he shouldn't have this kind of emotional and sexual control over me, but he did. "Missed you too, Mac." He leaned back, placing his arms behind his head. It was a simple but sexy gesture, displaying his toned and built young body for me. "OK if I sleep over?" he asked impishly. "I got work in the morning, Mac," I replied, a little exasperated. "I do too, Kev. I can leave bright and early, let us both get ready." He didn't give me a chance to answer but instead leaned forward for a kiss. Softer this time, his tongue tracing slowly against mine. He knew how to melt my resolve, all right. He was grinning ear to ear when we broke. "Besides," he said, leaning down to run his fingers along his cock. "I got at least another load in me." EPILOGUE I won't lie and say things weren't tough. But Mac and I dated for eight months before we moved in together. It was fast but felt right. The hardest part was introducing him to my daughter. I could tell she thinks it's weird as fuck her dad is dating a guy just nine years older than her. But she's been a good sport about it. Meeting Mac's parents was just as awkward, but we got along OK. Mostly me acting like they were in my Hamptons social circle and conversing with Mr. McDonough over real estate markets, the mutual fund business, and the bull market. My social circle had shrunk after the divorce. I had a couple of good friends who'd stayed that way after, and I guess you know in situations like this who your real friends are. They're not always who you expect. One good development was reconnecting with Jeff, a college friend who lived in the suburbs had just come out and like me was divorce. We'd connected up again on Facebook and bonded over our similar life trajectories. Mac had met him a couple of times when we'd all played golf together. It was after that first time that Jeff had taken me aside and expressed admiration that I'd bagged such a hot young stud. "You really tapping that?" Jeff whispered conspiratorially that day on the links. I grinned. "Other way around, but yeah. Never been happier." Jeff chuckled. "I've tried it that way too. Never with a young guy though." "That what you looking for?" I asked. Jeff still seemed to be finding himself as a gay man. "Don't know, bud. But I bet it would be fun being with a young dude like that." "It is," I said. I was a little nervous that he was angling for Mac, but I decided I shouldn't be so jealous. Besides, it made me proud that Jeff envied me for dating a younger guy. It was a nice contrast to the polite disapproval I got from almost everyone else. It was a few months into dating when Mac told me about the Dadfuckers Club, and I ended up meeting all of those guys, too. Jim, Wes, Ryan and Matt. "It's weird to see the Dadfuckers Club disbanding," Mac said to me as we left the bar where we'd all met up one evening, a kind of mini-reunion. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Jim's with Nick, Wes is with Steve, Ryan's with Brett, I'm with you. That leaves only Matt. I think he's still pining for that Connecticut daddy." "You're all still friends, right?" Mac nodded. "Oh yeah. But we don't see each other as much these days. All of us settled down with our daddies." I hadn't liked that word when Mac first used it. Maybe because I was a father. But I'd gotten used to it, especially since it was a term of affection and even lust from Mac. A thought occurred to me. "You think Matt would be up for a blind date?" I asked. Mac looked intrigued. "I don't know. You thinking of someone?" I nodded. "My friend Jeff." Mac smiled. "Fuck, man, he's perfect. Just Matt's type." The next weekend we had a golf foursome, me, Mac, Jeff, and Matt. Mac had to twist his arm to come join us, since Matt hadn't golfed much at all since high school. But Mac pleaded that we were down a player and needed to round out the group. Matt was a lousy player, and it slowed our play down. But he and Jeff hit it off immediately. Beyond my expectations. Sharing jokes, even getting a little touchy feely as they ribbed each other. Or rather as Jeff ribbed Matt over a lousy shot. Later that evening, after Mac had fucked me, right in our kitchen, with me bent over the counter, he got a text from Matt. Apparently Matt and Jeff had set up a date. One date turned into many, and soon the two were regular golf partners on the weekend, and occasional buddies for double dates. Their friendship helped sustain me in the post-divorce transition, and I think Mac appreciated having a friend his age around instead of all my middle-aged friends. With Matt off the market, the Dadfucker's Club was now officially disbanded. *** I'm 46 and enjoying life more than I ever have. I've toned my body to keep up with a young buck like Mac, and I've learned to work to live rather than live to work. Mac is still all about the career, like I was at his age. His 30th birthday is coming up and I asked him what he wanted to do to celebrate. "Easy, Kev," he said. "Spend the weekend naked with you and fuck nonstop." He exaggerated our sexual appetite and his prowess a little, but not by much. I laughed. "Mac, we do that every weekend." "So? It's what I want for my birthday." And that's what we did. Mac drilled me eight times that weekend. I even let him pick the positions, including the ones I'm not crazy about. It was after our seventh fuck, that Sunday late afternoon. We were sitting in postcoital relaxation. I looked over, a deep feeling of love and contentment inside me. "The Birthday Boy looks pretty happy," I said. "What can I say? I'm a simple man who got what he wanted."