The Dadfuckers Club

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 headstrong 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 month. 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 few 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 lifelong 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 I'd talked so much but grateful for Mac's company.

The 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 to feel it. 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. Eight 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 hair 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 off 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. Mac had always a hot young stud, but he was even in finer shape now, with more muscle and tone. Rounded shoulders, strong arms, lean rippled abs, the whole works. His full body strength 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 hungry, 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 to 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."

****

I couldn't keep away from the guy. We were spending four or five nights a week at each other's place. Barely two years ago I considered myself straight, but now I had to admit that I had a boyfriend, and a much younger one at that.

It was weird but in every way felt right. Mac made me feel right. Made me not question the little stuff or the labels I was wrestling with.

It was a few months into dating before I met Mac's friends. It was a Saturday night and Mac and I had just got done fucking. We showered off and sat on his bed in just our underwear. We had a couple hours before meeting his friends, and if I knew Mac he'd want to go for seconds, even if to trade blowjobs, so I wasn't in a hurry to get dressed.

But Mac seemed to have something on his mind. "You nervous about meeting my friends?" It did feel like a big step in our dating. We'd started as a clandestine affair, and the act of making it public made our dating seem more real.

I shook my head. "A couple months ago I would have been," I admitted. "But I definitely want to meet them." I playfully squeezed Mac's strong thigh muscle. "I was starting to wonder if you were embarrassed to be dating an older man."

Mac chuckled. "You haven't met my friends."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I laughed.

Mac's eyes twinkled. "We all pretty much date older guys. Except for Heller, but I think he and his boyfriend have threesomes with daddies."

I hadn't liked that word when Mac first used it. Maybe because I was a father. Certainly I didn't relish getting older. But I'd gotten used to being a "daddy," especially since it was a term of affection and even lust from Mac.

"For real?" I asked. I guess I felt I was the only lucky middle-aged dude to score a young stud like Mac.

He nodded. "Oh yeah. It's kind of our bond. You should know, Russo...." Mac said, using my last name, as he often did affectionately. "We kind of have a nickname. The Dadfuckers Club."

Mac seemed nervous to tell me, which was kind of adorable, because Mac usually didn't hold back.

"The Dadfuckers Club," I repeated incredulously.

"Yup," he said. "That bother you?"

"I'm feeling horribly objectified," I deadpanned, and Mac laughed. "So," I asked. "The incest thing turns you on?" For all Mac's "daddy" talk, we'd never actually ventured into that territory. I wasn't sure I was crazy about the idea, but I also wasn't a shrinking violet, and I knew it was a fairly common fantasy with guys, straight and gay.

Mac shrugged. "Some. Not like with my buddies Jim and Ryan. They're super into the roleplay." Mac continued, "I've done that a few times, and it's pretty hot." He let his words sink in.

I picked up on the idea. "You want us to do that? Play daddy and son?" I wasn't exactly offering to, but if it turned Mac on, I was up for considering it.

"It might be fun to do from time to time," he said, "if you're up for it." He looked in my face and got that shy look once again. "But, you know, Kev," he started, "sometimes when we're having sex I fantasize that you're still my boss."

Mac had a way of surprising me sometimes and this was one of those times. "Yeah?"

He laughed nervously. "Oh yeah. It was so hot banging you when you still were. I get a rush thinking about that. You'd think it would get old, but it doesn't."

Unlike the dad-son fantasy, I got this one. Mac and I had hit it off because of our sheer physical chemistry but there was also the forbidden nature of our affair. We were still figuring out how to make it work as a real dating thing, but Mac wasn't the only one who'd enjoyed the naughtiness of our tryst.

I got a sly grin. "Too bad you can no longer fuck me while I'm filling out your annual review, McDonough," I said.

Mac's eyes grew wide. "Oh fuck. Too bad we didn't actually do that."

I played my trump card. "No. But I had your cum fresh inside me while I wrote yours up, Mac." That was true.

His lips were on mine, and our kiss was excited and hungry. Tongues slipping between each others lips as we rolled to a reclining position on the bed.

It was times like this that I relished Mac's body and considered myself lucky to be sleeping with him. But Mac seemed just as excited by my bod, which thrilled me as our bodies humped and as we slid down our underwear, freeing our hardons to touch and wrestle with one another.

"I need inside you again, Russo," Mac breathed. "Please."

I nodded my agreement. "Yes, McDonough. Fuck me."

Mac reached over to the lube and gave just a quick pump into his palm. I was undoubtedly still lubricated on the inside, along with Mac's recent load, so it didn't take much slicking down. And I was relaxed enough for a quick entry. Mac raised up on his forearms and pushed that big cock inside of me. He looked down on my face to read my reaction and, seeing my excitement, started fucking. We were off to the races.

It was clear when Mac was turned on so much, and me too. But Mac seemed hesitant to speak what he was thinking.

"Fuck me, Mac. Fuck your boss," I growled as I gripped his thrusting hips.

That hit Mac's psychic spot just right. He growled in response. "Oh fuck, Boss." His cock was hitting me deep with each stroke now. Usually our second fucks weren't as heated and took longer, but this might prove to be the exception.

I decided to play into Mac's fantasy more. Which was becoming my fantasy, too. "Fucking me behind the other guys' backs. That big dick of yours is gonna get you a fat Christmas bonus, Mac."

His face was scrunching up in pleasure. Not orgasm, but getting close. "Can't keep away from me, can you, Russo?"

It was roleplay of a sort, but he was speaking the truth. I hadn't been able to keep away from Mac McDonough. Still couldn't. "Hell no. Invited you to my beach house to feel what it would be like to get fucked by my hung employee."

"Ungh!" Mac growled, his body tensing in orgasm.

I was close behind, stroking my dick to cum with Mac's thick tool still in me.

Our lips met, more softly this time, and when we broke Mac had a huge smile on his face. "Damn, Kevin, I'm gonna wanna do a lot more of that."

I patted him on his firm flank. The dick inside me was starting to get uncomfortable, but Mac's cock was deflating more quickly after the second fuck than the first and I knew it was slip out soon.

"Me too," I said. It still made me feel a little tawdry fucking in Mac's sparely furnished apartment, in his unmade bed. But I relished that feeling. I looked over at the clock. "I guess we need to get ready to go out for real."

****

I won't lie and say things weren't tough. But Mac and I dated for ten months before we moved in together. It was fast but felt right. The hardest part was introducing him to my daughter. I could tell Maura thinks it's weird as fuck her dad is dating a guy just ten 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 getting in touch with Jeff, a college friend who lived in the suburbs had just come out and like me was divorced. 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 during 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, happy to have a friend I could confide in. "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.

He gave a wistful look over at Mac, whose muscled-trim body was looking particularly great in his slim-cut golf attire that day. "Don't know, bud. But I bet it would be fun being with a young dude like that."

"It is," I said.

I was initially 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.

Later that night, Mac nailed me doggy. He was super worked up, I could tell. I didn't even have to bring up the Boss thing. We just rutted silently, feeling the physical connection with each other and the mutual lust that hadn't receded one bit. It was good for me, but I could tell it was a particularly deep orgasm from Mac, by the way he cried out as he came and by the feeling of his strong young body slumping lazily on me after he nutted.

He had a dreamy expression as he dismounted and we both lay beside one another.

"Someone was horny," I observed.

"Oh yeah," Mac grinned.

I ventured a thought. "If I didn't know better, you were worked up from being around my buddy Jeff."

Mac had a kid-in-the-candy-jar kind of look on his face. "Jeff's super hot. But it wasn't just him. That country club was a fucking daddy buffet." He saw my concerned reaction. "Don't worry, Boss, you're the only guy I'm banging. But a guy can look, can't he?"

I nodded in agreement. "I look too," I admitted.

Mac nudged my arm with his elbow. "I bet you do, Russo. You're just as horny as me."

"You make me that way, Mac," I said. "But I'll admit when we hang out with your friends, well... they're a good looking bunch of young men."

Mac had an impish smile. "Any of 'em you find hot?"

I blushed, not feeling comfortable with this line of conversation. "Come on, Mac."

"It's OK. I just admitted I'd bone your buddy Jeff."

"Hey!" I jokingly objected. "No one said anything about boning him."

Mac smirked. "It's OK, Kev. I know I got a bigger dick than my buddies. I can handle the competition."

I laughed. "All right. They're all good looking, but something about Matt is my type."

"Go for the blonds, huh?" Mac ribbed me.

"No," I explained. "I go for you. But I don't know, Matt's also very handsome, like you."

Mac got another one of his smirks. "You know, I thought you might pick Wes."

I shook my head. "Too into himself."

"Aw man," Mac said. "I thought you liked cocky dudes."

"You're just the right amount, Mac," I said. "Beneath that arrogant prick exterior there's a sensitive, thoughtful young man."

Mac smiled. "Hopefully not too sensitive."

I shook my head. "Don't worry," I laughed.

Mac ran his hand softly along my chest and abdomen. Mac had inspired me to put in extra work on my body and it was getting into pretty good shape, I had to admit. "Well, I like that beneath your serious, respectable exterior, there's a real sex animal."

Our lips met softly. If we hadn't been so spent from our fuck, I'm sure something would have started up again.

"You bring out in me, Mac," I said as our lips parted. "I definitely bagged the hottest one of the Dadfuckers Club."

"Aw Kev..." Mac said with sincere emotion.

"I'm serious," I said. "I'm 45, divorced, and having the time of my life."

Mac smirked. He already had a big ego, but I was glad to feed it. With a thoughtfulness, he said, "It's weird to see the Dadfuckers Club disbanding."

"What do you mean?" I asked. The guys seemed like good friends, and I wasn't sure if they'd had a falling out.

"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."

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. "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. Matt's golf game even got better. 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.

Epilogue

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 this weekend, and I thought he might want a big party or at least a night out with his buddies. Instead when I asked him what he wanted to do to celebrate, he just said, "Easy, Kev. Spend the weekend naked with you and fuck nonstop." He exaggerates our sexual appetite and his prowess a little, but not by much.

I laughed when he told me. "Mac, we do that every weekend."

"So? It's what I want for my birthday."

So that's what we're doing. I'm even letting him pick the positions, including a couple I'm not crazy about. We both took our Friday off, and Mac drilled me three times over the day.

And we fucked first thing this morning. It was surprisingly slow and loving, and it took Mac a while to cum. I didn't have it in me after our pairings yesterday, and I'm not a morning guy anyway. But I knew I'd have a chance later.

I'm starting to wonder how much sexual stamina Mac has to live up to his promise. But that isn't the point. I am just thrilled that we've been dating for over a year and the sex is still as hot as when we started.

Mac is making me breakfast as I read the paper. "Don't they have that online?" he teases as he pours me a second cup of coffee. Mac likes to tease me for my old-guy ways from time to time.

"Old habits die hard," I reply. "I like my morning paper."

It's hard to keep my attention on the articles though, since I keep looking up at Mac, his body looking hunky in a long-sleeve T-shirt and trim gym shorts that showed off his awesome leg muscle and that amazing ass.

Mac catches me looking. "You're not getting the idea of topping are you, Boss?" he says playfully.

My boyfriend has made it clear he is a total top.

"You offering up your hole, McDonough?"

"Hell no," he laughs. "But I gotta check in with you, Boss," he says as he plates up some scrambled eggs and toast. "I need to make sure you're happy, too."

He pushes the plate in front of me and sits down at our breakfast counter, next to me. "I am," I say, before taking a bite out of my toast and washing it down with coffee. Mac has an almost solemn expression on his face as he watches me. "What?" I ask.

"I'm serious, Kevin," Mac says. "I know I can be a little strong willed, but I don't want to lose you because you're not getting everything you wanted."

His words touch me, and surprise me, too. "Why do you think you're going to lose me?"

Mac shrugs. "I dunno. I just... well, we don't talk about our future a lot."

I know what he means. "Look, Mac, I'm barely out of a messy divorce. And I guess I'm still adjusting mentally to be dating a guy."

Mac smirks. "You seem to be adjusting to it just fine, Russo." Then he adds, "I get it, though. I've always been the one to push you into things."

I don't know why, but my boyfriend seems so adorable right now. Emotionally honest, heart on his sleeve. "I got a secret, Mac. I've loved every moment of your pushing me."

"For real?" he asks.

I nod. "Like with the bottom thing," I say, picking up the implications of his earlier question. "I'll admit, it took some adjusting for my ego at first. But I like being your bottom, Mac. You know how to make me feel good."

It's a trip to see Mac's pride swell and his posture grow more upright. "Well, I'm with my dream man," he says matter of factly.

We eat our breakfast, not being too chatty. I think we've both worked up an appetite from the sex because we scarf down the food in short order.

I don't know what Mac has on his mind the rest of his day. I knew we were going to have sex again, but after yesterday's sessions, maybe it wouldn't be so often. I keep thinking about the idea of switching roles and find myself intrigued by the possibility. "So Mac... would you bottom for me if that's what I wanted?"

Mac has a pained expression. "Fuck, Kev, I don't want to, but I would. You're the only guy I'd even consider it with."

I pat his knee. "If you ever wanna switch it up, just say the word, McDonough. But I'm not going to make you."

He nods, and I can tell he's seriously thinking it over. "Would you go easy on me, Kevin?" It's weird to see top-dog McDonough acting shy and vulnerable.

I feel my dick firm up in my lounge pants. Was this really going to happen?

"You know I would," I say softly.

"I'm gonna have to work myself up for it," Mac says. "But I'll give it a try, Kevin. I promise."

"Wow," I say. "I didn't expect our conversation to take this turn."

Mac smiles again. "Well you're gonna be with an old guy now. 30. Gonna be a daddy myself pretty soon."

"Fuck you McDonough," I growl playfully. "Enjoy your youth. And I'll enjoy this big dick of yours." I reach forward to cup Mac's heavy genitals in his shorts. All this talk of sex has me in a randy mood now and I am not surprised to find Mac's tool mostly hard now, too.

Our lips meet. A quick kiss, then a deeper one. Soon we're making out as Mac's fingers are lifting up my shirt and feeling up my exposed torso. Mac always has a great touch and he's making goosebumps form on my flesh.

"So hot," he says as he pulls back and takes a good look at me. You'd think our ages were reversed and he was the 46 year old and me the 30 year old stud. I don't think I'll ever get tired of his admiration for my appearance. I pull my shirt off all the way and let him feast his eyes on my DILF-toned body.

Mac is now following suit. I don't know how he finds time to keep in such perfect shape, but he's got an Instagram ready body. Ripped, strong, and bulging in all the right places. He wads up the shirt and makes a show of tossing it aside. "You know what the birthday boy wants?" he asks.

"I have a general idea," I say.

Mac smiles. "I'd love you to be my Dad this morning." His eyes half plead with me, half challenge me.

I figure I can do that for Mac. "Sure, son," I reply.

Mac lets out a soft, "fuck yes," and pulls the waist band of his shorts over his boner. He's definitely recharged from our morning fuck. That beautiful prick is long, thick, and very hard. "Why don't you suck me, Dad," he now asks in a more commanding tone.

I nod. Maybe it's my mood but I find myself getting into this scene more now. "Damn, son, you're hard for your daddy aren't ya?"

"Yes, sir. Dad. I blew off my buddies so I could spend my 30th birthday fucking my daddy."

I lick that cock. It's almost salty and dry until I wet it down with my saliva. "My big-dicked boy," I growl before taking that meat into my mouth. I'm not great at this, and I find Mac's size challenging to suck. But I'm getting better. Slowly more inches fill my craw as I fight off my gag reflex to accommodate more.

"Damn, Dad. This is so hot. Suck your son's dick.... it's so hard for you.... hard for my own father." As I get into a decent rhythm, Mac lets out an occasional spell of sex talk, feeding off this scene and maybe a fantasy in his head. I am happy to oblige him.

Finally he steps back, pulling his big dick out of my mouth. "Let's take this to the bedroom, Dad."

I follow him. Mac's incredible ass, the bare cheeks flexing with each step, make me wonder about Mac's promise to let me top him. I may have to wait to cash in on that, but I know the stud is good for his word and my dick is rock hard imagining the eventuality of fucking me former employee.

"Lie back, Dad," Mac gently orders and as I recline on the bed I am rewarded by the sight of my young stud of a boyfriend leaning over my crotch and starting to suck me.

For an ass-fixated top, Mac knows his way around a dick, and this morning his mouth feels incredible. I didn't come when mated first thing after waking and now I feel jolts of pleasure with each milking, up-and-down motion of Mac's mouth.

Pretty soon, I feel orgasm is imminent. "Oh Mac, buddy.... I'm gonna cum soon."

Mac leans up, a proud grin on his face. "Dad's worked up today, huh?" he asks.

I nod, remembering to get back in character for him. "You're so good at that son. So good to your daddy."

With a pounce Mac stretches out on top of me to meet in a soft kiss. He's holding his strong body above mine, like so many times before. A dominant position, but one that turns me on. I'll have to process why I like being beneath Mac McDonough so much. Or maybe I never will understand. I'll just enjoy the sensations of him over me, his big dick tantalizingly rubbing against my own hardon.

Finally Mac leans up and reaches over for the lube we've already made a good dent in this weekend. I watch him slick his own thick tool up, making the rigid phallus almost gleam in the late morning brightness in our bedroom. Then, surprising me, he pumps more lubricant out and reaches down to coat my own bone. I normally don't need a lot of grease to stroke off, particularly when I'm getting fucked, but Mac has my dick very wet.

"Guess I like to be in charge, Dad," he says as he scoots up. It's almost like he's gonna stroke off and shoot on my face. We've never done that before. Only he doesn't make a move for his own dick but instead reaches back and pulls my cock up to more of a standing position.

It sinks in now. "Oh fuck, Mac," I hiss.

He nods. "You're pretty big, Dad," he says right before I feel his cheeks part around my cock head and then the tightness of his pucker.

He holds there, looking down on me, with one hell of a game face. I can tell he's nervous, but I massage his strong legs.

"Gonna make Daddy proud?" I ask. We don't have a good script for his, but I figure tapping into Mac's daddy fantasies would help him.

"Yes, sir," my boyfriend growls. "I can do it Dad," he announces and like that I feel that incredible tightness give way around my penis, which slips into Mac's incredibly hot body. Not far, maybe two or three inches. But it's incredible.

Mac is shutting his eyes and taking a couple of deep breaths. "OK," he says as he wills himself to a more relaxed state of being. "But let's just hold it here, all right?"

"You're driving this son," I assure him. "Take only as much of your dad as you want."

"Fuck," Mac gasps, getting out of character. "I didn't think you'd go for this." I think at first he's referring to topping, but I realize he means the role play.

"You're giving me your ass, Mac," I answer excitedly. My dick is rock hard in the vice grip of Mac McDonough's ass. "Least I can do is be your Daddy."

The young stud sinks down more, further toward my crotch but not all the way there yet. It's getting easier for him, though, as he gives soft little bounces up and down on my bone, gently working himself open.

Mac is looking down at the connection between our bodies, then looks up. "I love you playing Dad. But you know what's hotter?" he asks. "I got Kevin Russo fucking me."

With perfect timing I push up my hips and send the final inches up into McDonough's hot body.

"Yes," Mac hisses. "Fuck me, Kevin."

"I love you, Mac," I say, my emotions getting the best of me. "I love your hot ass."

We're outright fucking now, and I'm doing most of the work, my hands holding Mac's hips steady as I pump excitedly into his now accepting body.

Mac's face is now a look of pure happiness. Like he's enjoying it but more psychologically than physically. He looks down on me as I hump faster, my hips getting carried away with the pleasure of it all. It's been so long since I've done the fucking. It's apples and oranges compared to bottoming, but I'm loving it.

"Gonna cum, Boss?" Mac growls. "Fuck yeah you are. Gonna get your nut deep inside my hole."

My hips are a blur now and I'm having an incredible orgasm. The look of proud excitement on Mac's face as he watches me cum just adds to the intensity of it all.

I finally slow down and Mac dismounts me, a thrill of lust apparent in him as he scoots back down the bed and waists no time lifting my legs.

If I weren't so practiced in bottoming for Mac, if the hunk hadn't just fucked me hours earlier in our bed, I would have difficulty taking him so quickly after cumming. But Mac's excitement is keeping me at just the right amount of turned on as I get filled once again by that fat McDonough dick.

"Fuck, Boss," Mac growls, his own hips driving his hardon in and out of me in a steady pace. "Not gonna take me long...." This is so hot. Not only my first time topping Mac but our first flip fuck. He is so handsome and sexual and beautiful as he powers in and out and builds up his own orgasm.

"Yess!! FUCCK!!!" he cries, uncharacteristically loud as he gets off deep inside me, injecting a cum deposit to match the one I just shot up inside his own guts.

Mac usually likes to stay in me for a minute after nutting, but he senses my postcoital discomfort and quickly pulls out even as his seed dribbles from his cock tip and drip onto the sheets.

"Damn, Boss," he says as he lays his sweaty body on mine. "That's what I call hot sex."

"It was pretty special for me, too, Mac," I assure him.

We kiss and cannot keep our hands off each other. I don't know exactly how, but I sense something has changed for us just now.

After making out a while, Mac and I are finally lying next to one another. Hearts still pounding, our genitals sticky with cum and lube, our bodies relaxed, almost sleepy. A nap may be coming on.

I looked over at Mac, a deep feeling of love and contentment inside me. My defenses are down, big time. "Maybe we can talk about our future, Mac."

His eyes brighten at the idea. "Yeah, Russo? What's that mean for you?"

"I've been around the block enough to know the intensity of sex will fade," I say.

Mac nods along. Understanding what I'm saying, though I can tell he's having a hard time imagining us ever not wanting to fuck like honeymooners. Truth be told, I'm having a hard time imagining that eventuality myself.

But it's like he's anticipated every objection I could have. "I've been thinking about that, Kev. If it ever gets to that point, we could have an open relationship. Hell, if you want to sleep with other guys now..." he starts.

"I'm pretty sure you're all the man I can handle, Mac," I interject. McDonough has a pretty keyed up sex drive.

He smiles. "Well, if you wanna, we can talk about it. For real. I just know I love you, Kevin. I played the field and know what that's like. It's fun as hell, but what we have is the real deal." He pauses. "I just hope you feel the same way."

"I do," I admit. "It scares me, but I do."

"Aw Kev," Mac says. "I guess I've never said this, but I'm scared, too. I've never been a real relationship before. I'm worried every day I'm gonna fuck it up."

"You're not fucking it up, Mac," I say. "You just picked a challenge. Divorced guys bring a lot of baggage."

"No argument there," Mac jokes, and I have to laugh along. "So Russo... what do you say we make a deal? You'll help me figure out how to do this long-term relationship thing, and I'll help you feel you deserve to be happy."

"God, Mac," I say, emotional as my eyes grow moist.

"Deal?" he challenges me. It's total Mac. Pushing me every step of the way into this relationship were feeling out. And me enjoying every moment.

"Deal," I answer.

Mac leans back on the pillow propped against the headboard. A look of happiness, even cocky satisfaction, on his face.

"The Birthday Boy looks pretty happy," I observe.

Mac grins. "What can I say? I'm a simple man who got what he wanted."