“Hunter it’s 2am.”
“I know that, Jack. I’m not an idiot.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I need you to pick me up.”
“Pick you up? What?”
“Listen, I’m too drunk to drive and I don’t have a way home.”
“Uber.”
“No. Come get me.”
“Can’t you call your dad?
“No, Jack. I can’t call my dad at 2 in the morning and tell him I’m too drunk to drive, he’ll kill me. Don’t be stupid.”
“You’re an adult, Hunter...”
“Jack, come get me.”
“Hunter...”
“You’re pissing me off Jack. Get your ass out of bed and come get me, now!”
“Fuck. Where are you?”
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“Thanks, Jack,” Hunter said with a smile as he got into Jack’s car. Jack had thrown on a pair of jeans, old t-shirt and a ball cap. He didn’t care what he looked like at 2 am.
Hunter shut the door. He looked over at the handsome man and grinned. Seeing Jack wearing his ball cap always made Hunter slightly weak in the knees. He scored big finding a man like Jack who was big, built, handsome, and older.
The inside of the car was overcome with a strange scent. Jack waved his hand in front of his face. “God, you reek of booze and weed,” he said with a scowl. “You’re gonna stink up my car.”
Hunter grinned, his perfect snow-white teeth gleaming. “Aw, come on, Jackie,” he said, very cocky. “Don’t be like that. I’ll make it up to you.”
Jack rolled his eyes and shook his head. “I’m sure you will,” he replied sarcastically. “So, where am I taking you?” he asked the boy.
“What do you mean? Back to your house,” Hunter replied with a cocky sneer.
“Huh?” Jack asked confused before he realized what Hunter was assuming. Jack shook his head and said, “No, Hunter, I have a busy morning. I can’t stay up all night and..”
“Back to your house, JACK,” Hunter stated plainly. He looked at Jack with a serious face. Hunter made direct eye contact that signified not to challenge him. Hunter knew how to manipulate the older man, make him bend to his will.
Jack wanted to say something, but he knew he couldn’t. He couldn’t ever say no to Hunter. He tried on several occasions, but it never came to fruition. He looked at the handsome boy and felt a twinge in his stomach that made him feel strangely horny. God, he’s so fucking beautiful.
Jack sighed and turned the car around to go the other direction. “Fine.”
Hunter shook his head and crossed his muscular arms over his chest. “Why do you even try to say no to me?” He was amused that Jack always tried to play the more mature guy who should be more in control but just couldn’t seem to find his footing when it came to Hunter.
“Because I keep thinking someday I’ll say no and it’ll stick,” Jack replied, his tone grumpy.
Hunter scoffed and said, “That’ll never happen, and you know it. You’re not capable of saying no to me.”
Jack shook his head again. He looked at the kid and back to the road several times before blurting out, “Why are you like this?
“Like what?” asked Hunter, but he knew what Jack meant. He smiled waiting for the man’s answer. This wasn’t the first time Jack went off on him, but it rarely happened.
“Selfish, arrogant, cocky, conceited, entitled,” Jack listed off.
Hunter shrugged. “Because I can be,” he stated. “Bro, look at me. I’m hot as fuck. Besides, all those things are what you like about me. If you didn’t like them, you wouldn’t be here. I called you in the middle of the night and you did what I told you to do. You’re a pussy. Thought you knew that.”
Jack knew he was correct. Jack did like all those things about Hunter. Jack had always had a submissive side, but that usually came out only once in a while with men his own age. But with younger guys, he’d started to seek out the dominant ones. Hunter was by far the most dominant of any man of any age Jack had been with. The flawless youth and beauty, his strong, muscular body, his confident inflated ego was sexy to the older man.
“I’m starting to regret it,” he said under his breath.
Hunter scoffed again. “Fuck, bro. You’re twice my age. Where are you gonna find another dude half your age like me?”
Jack turned to him and frowned. He had been with many younger guys like Hunter. Jack knew younger guys were attracted to him, so he never had an issue fucking around with dudes half his age. However, although they looked like Hunter but didn’t act like him. The kid radiated alpha. “Hey, I have no problems at all finding guys your age,” he said clearly annoyed and offended. “Look at me. I’m also hot as fuck,” Jack said mimicking Hunter, “there’s plenty of guys like you out there with daddy issues and I can have my pick, no problem. It’s just the one sitting in my car that’s giving me issues.”
“That’s not what I asked. Yeah, you’re hot as fuck. I know you can get any boy you want, but what you won’t fine is another boy like ME.” Hunter was extremely attractive. He looked like he could be a fitness model, and he knew it. He was one of those kids that was just naturally confident. He knew what he looked like, and he knew how to use his looks to get ahead. He also had a sadistic streak in that he got off on dominating guys any age, but he preferred dominating older men. He found it more challenging and more satisfying. He was a true alpha in every sense of the word. He got it from his father who pounded it into his head that Hunter was better than anyone else, he could have anything he wanted, and he could have whomever he wanted. When Hunter came out to his dad, the man just gave him a proud smile, patted him on the shoulder and said very seriously, “Just never let another man fuck you.” Hunter smirked back and said, “Don’t worry. I’m an ass man.”
“Fuck, you are full of yourself.” Jack had never found a boy like Hunter. No guy half Jack’s age had ever made him feel more submissive, so well fucked, so inferior, so used, for his body and his wallet, but he liked that.
“Jack, how many young tops do you see with older bottoms?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “Not many. You like it when I take control, tell you what to do. You love my body. You love the way I fuck you. Tell me you don’t love it.”
“Hunter,” Jack started. He was tired and frustrated.
“Tell me,” Hunter demanded.
Jack was silent. He looked at Hunter and then back to the road. He sighed and replied, “Fuck. You’re right. About everything. Happy?”
“Good boy.” That made Jack’s stomach flutter. He loved it when the boy who was half his age called him a ‘good boy.’
“I can get a younger top any time I want, but for some reason, I keep coming back to you,” Jack said.
“Jack, I told you what makes me different than the others... I treat you like you want to be treated. They don’t.
“I know, I know,” Jack said with a slap of his hand on his steering wheel in frustration. “If you weren’t the hottest fucking boy...”
“And if you weren’t the hottest fucking daddy I’ve, I wouldn’t give your ass the time of day,” Hunter said, condescending and serious.
It’s true. When Hunter met Jack, he almost gasped out loud at how perfect the man was for him. Finally, a man with the size and strength to handle Hunter’s aggressive dominance. He liked how Jack looked “straight” and masculine. He carried himself with confidence, but Hunter knew that wouldn’t last for long. It was all a show.
To Jack, Hunter was perfect. He was shorter, athletic, and jacked. His blonde hair was thick. His lips were pink and puffy. His face was model-handsome. But Jack knew Hunter was not inexperienced when it came to older men or sex.
“I’m not stupid, Hunter. I know I’m not the only “daddy” you have on a leash.”
“Just because an older dude is hot, doesn’t mean I’m into him. He has to be able to handle me.”
Jack guffawed and said, “You mean handling your mood swings, your huge ego, your constant demands, entitled...”
“Careful, Jack. Show me some respect,” Hunter said sternly, pointing a finger at him. “Don’t talk to me like that or I’m not going to put my dick in you tonight.”
Jack nodded and looked frustrated. “I believe I told you I was fine with that,” he countered.
Hunter scoffed and smirked. “Bro, you can’t say no to me, remember? That’s why I keep you around. I call and you come running. Every fucking time.”
Jack frowned. Hunter was right. There’s no way Jack was going to turn down sex with Hunter. The kid just checked off too many boxes. “Fuck,” Jack muttered. Sometimes Jack thought if Hunter wasn’t such an entitled little prick, he would be someone to date.
Hunter leaned in close. He put his hand on the back of Jack’s neck and slowly squeezed. “When we get to your place, I’m gonna slide up inside you and fill you so full of me. Gonna fuck you nice and slow. Take my time. You like that,” the kid told him; his voice was low and sexy. He gave Jack a kiss on the neck.
Jack closed his eyes and shivered at the talk and the kiss. “Uh huh,” he mumbled. His dick was getting hard.
“Fuck my little bitch nice and slow, tell you how hot you are, how nice your ass feels wrapped around my cock. You want that, Jack.”
Jack nodded. “Fuck. Yes.”
“Then I’m gonna load you up with my boys. Mess all over your insides,” Hunter growled before licking the man’s neck and ear. Jack loved getting his ears licked.
Jack adjusted his hard cock. He sighed and snarled at the boy. “God. I hate you.”
Hunter gave Jack’s cock a squeeze. “Don’t hate me. Hate yourself for being a little bitch.”
Hunter took Jack’s hand and led him into the house. Jack lost his breath a little when Hunter took his hand and took control. He looked at Hunter’s muscular forearm. He loved the vascular, musculature of his boy’s arms. Hunter knew his way around Jack’s house because he’d been there a hundred times to fuck. Jack was amused at how Hunter just made himself at home whenever he was there. He’d throw his jacket over the couch, scour the fridge, pour himself a beer, toss his shoes on the floor, dishes left in the sink. Jack liked to watch him do it. He liked the way the kid moved, the way he walked, the way he carried himself. Hunter was always aware, always on point, always in charge. Without even looking back at Jack, Hunter led him into the master bedroom, the older man following as if he had no will to do otherwise. Jack took in the muscle boy’s wide shoulders, strong back, and bubble butt. Hunter spun around and took Jack in his arms and kissed him. Jack melted in the boy’s arms because there, he felt at home.
Hunter broke the kiss and growled, “Fuck, you’re so hot, Jack.”
“You’re so fucking sexy,” Jack replied. His heartrate was thumping.
“Can’t stop thinking about fucking you.”
“Fuck, kid. I want you so fucking bad.” Jack hated that he wanted the sexy kid so badly.
Hunter stepped back, he put his palms on Jack’s big chest and shoved him back. Jack fell back onto the king-sized bed. Hunter leapt on top of him, straddling Jack’s waist, and pinned his hands over his head before Hunter slammed his mouth down on Jack’s. They feverishly made out, both made animalistic sounds from their throats. Jack’s hands massaged Hunter’s muscular back, his traps, his neck. He could feel the kid’s strong hands wrapped around his wrists, holding them down over his head. Jack loved the feeling of the hard muscle, the aggressiveness, the control this boy had.
Jack looked up at the boy. He couldn’t believe he had such a beautiful boy on top of him. Hunter was half his age but had the attitude of a man years older. Whoever his parents were, they obviously nurtured his growing ego, must have told him all the time that he was the best, the smartest, most attractive kid around. They spoiled him. Maybe his dad was the same way. Jack just knew that Hunter was 100% sure of himself and that turned Jack on so much. God, he wished Hunter was more stable, he’d be perfect boyfriend material. Jack knew he had been manipulated that night. Hunter knew Jack would do anything for him.
Jack chuckled. “You didn’t need me to pick you up, did you?” Jack asked him between kisses.
Hunter gave him a cocky smirk and replied, “No.”
Jack rolled his eyes and chuckled. “You just wanted to fuck me,” he stated.
“Yes,” Hunter replied. He slowly humped his cock against Jack’s.
“Why didn’t you just text me and come over?”
“Because I like making you do things you don’t want to do. I like seeing a grown-ass man take orders from a kid half his age.”
“You’re an asshole,” Jack said smiling.
“I know,” Hunter whispered. “By the way, you’re taking me back to my car on your way to work.”
“Yeah, I figured I would be.”
“Good boy,” Hunter growled before kissing him again.
They made out for a long time, sometimes hard, sometimes soft. Hunter wanted to crawl inside the gorgeous man and never leave. Hunter knew he was a dick but the fact that Jack didn’t care, even craved it, made it all worth while. Hunter maneuvered the man around into any position he liked, he knew Jack would do it.
“Take your fucking clothes off,” Hunter growled. Jack instantly started shucking his clothes until he was naked. Hunter watched him, loving how turned on the man was. Jack lay back and looked up at Hunter like he was worshipping him. Hunter took his clothes off slowly, deliberately, revealing each sexy part of himself in his own time. He was teasing Jack. Hunter wanted him to be so hard it hurt. Finally, Hunter was standing next to him, naked, his cock pointing straight up. Jack licked his lips as he stared at the cock that was going to be inside of him very soon.
“Why are you not sucking my cock?” Hunter asked him sternly with a scowl.
“Yes, sir,” Jack said as he scrambled to the side of the bed, swung his legs off the side, his face directly in front of the thick cock. He dove onto it, burying it in his mouth, down his throat. He stroked the bottom part of the shaft as he deep throated the top. He felt the hard, cylinder of flesh in his mouth, it was so warm and soft, yet hard.
“Eyes up here, boy,” Hunter snarled with a smack on the top of Jack’s head. Hunter loved seeing the muscular man on his knees with a dick in his mouth and his blue eyes looking up at him in submission. Hunter was euphoric with the power he had over the ruggedly handsome man who was old enough to be his own father. He loved knowing that he had control over another man who could have had kids of his own, even a kid the same age as Hunter. He was taking a man’s power from him, making him subservient, making him want to give Hunter his body and soul. He watched the man suck him off. Hunter grabbed a handful of Jack’s hair and held him still while he fucked the man’s face. He heard Jack gagging and struggling and it made Hunter almost shoot inside Jack’s mouth. But he didn’t want to waste a load there. He pulled Jack’s head away from his dick. Jack looked hurt and disappointed, but he continued to be on his knees, looking up at the boy, waiting for his orders.
“What are you fucking looking at, bitch? Get back on the fucking bed,” Hunter said to him with a scowl and a slap to the side of the head. Jack hurried back on the bed and lay back. Hunter crawled up on the bed. “Open,” he said. Jack opened his legs wide. Hunter moved up between the older man’s legs. “Up,” Hunter said, and Jack instantly lifted his legs high. “Spread,” Hunter said, and Jack spread his legs wide exposing corded muscled hamstrings, round calves, a nice smooth ass. “You’re a good boy, Jack,” he said satisfied. Jack smiled at his words. “You’re my good boy, Jack. Right?” Hunter said to him as he lined up his cock with Jack’s hole.
Jack nodded quickly. “Yes, sir.”
Hunter reached out and grabbed each of Jack’s ankles. “You like my dick inside of you, Jack?”
“Yes, sir,” Jack replied and licked his lips.
Hunter applied pressure with his dick to Jack’s hole. He watched Jack’s face scrunch at the pain. This is what made Hunter sadistic. He got off seeing Jack in pain because it was his dick causing it.
“There you go, Jack,” Hunter whispered calmly as he pushed through the outer ring. Jack flinched and then he hissed. Hunter whispered, “Good boy. Relax, Jack. Be a good boy and relax.”
Jack nodded. “Yes, sir. I’m trying, sir.”
“I know you are, baby boy. You’re doing so well, Jack.” Hunter pushed more of his cock in. He closed his eyes as he reveled in the tightness around his cock.
“Fuck,” Jack whispered. He opened his eyes and stared up at Hunter. Jack took some deep breaths and let them out. Then he looked up at Hunter with determination in his eyes. Hunter knew Jack was going to do whatever he could to get that dick in him as soon as he could.
Hunter nodded slowly, almost proud of his man-boy for trying so hard to satisfy. He pulled Jack’s legs in and then pushed them forward, propping them up on his shoulders. He leaned down and let gravity do it’s thing. His cock sunk down whether Jack wanted it to or not. Jack gasped and his face turned red. “Good boy,” Hunter told him as he bottomed out. Jack was frozen, his eyes wide, his mouth agape. “Get used to it, boy,” Hunter said soothingly.
“Yes, sir,” Jack struggled to say.
Hunter felt him relax and then the biggest smile appeared on Jack’s face. “That’s my good boy,” Hunter said before leaning forward and kissing the man.
“Fuck. You’re so big. Every fucking time,” Jack said while a look of ecstasy on his face.
Hunter put his forehead against Jack’s. “Tell daddy what you want,” he whispered softly.
Jack swallowed hard. “Fuck me,” he whispered back.
“Tell me you want daddy to fuck you.”
Jack felt a flutter in his chest. “Please fuck me, daddy.”
Again, that made Hunter want to shoot hearing this 40-year-old man calling him daddy in his deep baritone voice. “You’re such a good boy, Jackie. Daddy’s got you.”
Jack loved that Hunter was his ‘daddy.’ The role reversal was so erotic. The older bottom was the boy, and the younger top was the daddy.
Hunter began a nice slow fuck. Each retreat and thrust made Jack gasp or grunt. Jack loved getting fucked by the young stud mainly because the younger they were, the more aggressive they became, all that staying power. It was like the young ones had something to prove and maybe Hunter did. Maybe he was trying to prove himself to someone important. Maybe he was just showing me he was in control.
The slow fuck didn’t last, and Hunter began an onslaught. He pounded into the man’s muscled butt with a fierce storm of swear words. Jack held on around Hunter’s thick neck as the kid slam-fucked his insides.
“Fuck!” Hunter yelled to him. “Love pounding your fucking boy hole!”
Jack was grunting and groaning. His breath labored. “Fuck yeah, daddy!” he said over and over.
“You my little bitch boy?” Hunter asked him while fucking him hard.
“Yes, sir! I’m such a bitch for you, Hunter. I never want to stop being your bitch!” Jack replied. “Fuck me,” he begged. Jack wasn’t lying. He loved being Hunter’s bitch. He loved everything about Hunter. He could stay in this place forever.
Hunter watched the gorgeous man under him beg for more fucking. This older man, twice his age, muscular and ripped, the epitome of masculinity, on his back, legs up, begging Hunter for his young cock. Jack was his perfect man, everything Hunter wanted in a man. Truth is, Hunter lived for these moments he could be with Jack. Sometimes, he wished they could be more, but he wasn’t sure if their role reversal could last in real relationship. Hunter could feel his balls billing up. The scene was just too much for him. He slammed forward making Jack scream out. Hunter’s body became stiff as he tightened every muscle in his body while he let loose a torrent of cum into the beautiful man’s hole.
Jack watched the beautiful boy’s face as Hunter filled him full. Jack was in awe of just how powerful Hunter looked. And Jack loved how that made him feel. All he wanted to do was satisfy his boy and he did. Seeing Hunter use him to get off made Jack shoot a load without even touching himself. It was the best gratification he’d ever received.
Hunter fell down on top of Jack, cum smushed between their abs. Hunter stuck his tongue in Jack’s mouth and made out with him.
Finally, they came up for air. “Fuck, Jack. You’re fucking hole is gold.”
“You wrecked the shit out of me, kid,” Jack said back. “I’m not complaining. Just thought you should know,” he said chuckling.
“That was my intension, Jack,” Hunter said in his cocky tone.
“Mission accomplished,” Jack said, his breathing still heavy.
“I’m not done,” Hunter announced to him.
Jack suspected the kid wasn’t done. Rarely, if ever, did the boy ever only fuck him once. Jack was kind of hoping this would be it. He really did have a busy workday ahead of him. But, as always, he wasn’t going to be able to say no. Hunter wouldn’t have taken no for an answer anyway. There were times when Jack didn’t feel like getting fucked but Hunter was a force to be reckoned with. A time or two, Hunter had been known to be too aggressive, and he had a short fuse. He was a strong fucker and on occasion he all but raped the poor guy. But Jack knew that you can’t rape the willing. Being taken forcefully just made Jack want it even more.
“I knew you were going to say that,” Jack said.
Hunter put his forehead against Jack’s again. They stayed that way, each feeling the heat radiating off the other. Jack loved the weight of the shorter kid on top of him. Jack liked being the taller one, knowing a younger, smaller boy was using him.
“You’re so handsome,” Hunter whispered.
Jack was surprised. Hunter always told him how hot he was, but this time was different. Hunter wasn’t fucking him when he said it for one thing. This time the cocky kid was soft and quiet. It was almost sweet.
Jack swallowed hard. “Thank you,” he whispered back. “I think you are incredibly attractive.”
“Yeah?” Hunter asked like he didn’t believe it.
Jack chuckled. “Of course. You know you are.”
“I know,” he said nonchalantly. “But I like hearing you say it. I know you mean it. You don’t make it weird that I’m so much younger.”
Jack gave him a crooked, tight-lipped smile. “I’m twice your age, old enough to be your dad, and that’s exactly why I’m fucking obsessed with you. Maybe to any outside observer it might seem weird, but to me it just seems natural. I don’t even care who knows. I’m fucking proud to be your fuck boy. I wish I could tell everyone.”
“See, you’re so fucking cool with all this. You know most older dudes I sleep with get weird about it after a while. They get self-conscious about getting fucked by a kid. They like being treated like a bitch, but they don't want to admit it. But you, hell, you just admit it like it’s a badge of honor or something. You just called yourself a fuck boy. That’s hot.”
“I’m fucking scared everyday that you’re gonna tell me I’m too old. I don’t want this end.”
Hunter laughed. “Bro, sometimes I think you’re gonna tell ME I’m too old.”
Jack laughed. “The good thing about all this is that you will always be half my age.”
They were quiet for a while. Then Hunter whispered, “You know, I’m not fucking anyone else. I made it sound like I was, but I’m not. Truth is, I don’t need to. You’re everything I look for in a guy. After fucking you for a while, no one else compares. I just couldn’t find anyone who wanted to be with me the way you do.”
Hunter had rarely ever shared his feelings like this. It threw the older man off. There was something different about the boy tonight. Jack felt a little guilty. Hunter was his regular, but he hooked up every now and then. But like Hunter said, no one really compares to him. “I’m not gonna lie. I’ve never stopped hooking up.”
“I figured you didn’t,” Hunter said. “When was the last time?” he asked but scared to find out the answer.
Jack stroked the back of Hunters neck. “The night before last.”
Hunter looked up at him. “Who?”
Jack chuckled. “Hunter, I’m not telling you that.”
“Why not?”
“Because. It doesn’t mean anything. It’s just sex.”
“Is he my age?”
“Yes.”
“Is he as hot as I am?”
“God, no. I mean, he’s hot but no where near as hot as you.”
“Duh,” Hunter said, obviously knowing he was hotter.
“Duh,” Jack mocked in a dumb voice.
“Did he fuck you like I fuck you?”
Jack shook his head. “Of course not. Why do you care?” he asked with a smile.
Hunter shrugged. “I dunno. I like to know my competition.”
“Trust me, no one compares to you,” Jack told him.
“So, if I told you I didn’t want you to hook up with other guys, would you stop?” Hunter asked him in a serious tone.
Jack looked confused. “Why would you do that?”
“Just answer the question.”
Jack look at him in the eyes. “You’ve said several times that I can’t say not to you. So, I guess I would stop. Why? Do you want me too?”
Hunter was quiet for a few seconds. “Not gonna lie. Kind of makes me jealous.”
“Oh. I didn’t know,” Jack said. “You’re not mad are you?”
“No. Trust me, you would know if were mad.”
Jack rolled his eyes. “Kid, I’ve seen you mad. It’s not pretty.”
Hunter smiled but didn’t disagree. They looked into each other’s eyes for a long time.
“There was a reason why I wanted to be with you tonight. Can I tell you something and you promise not to freak out?” Hunter asked sincerely.
This intrigued Jack. “Sure.”
“I told my dad about you.”
Jack looked down at the kid. Hunter only occasionally talked about his father. “Ok... and?”
“He wants to meet you.”
Jack chuckled. “Your dad wants to meet your fuck buddy?” He thought the boy was joking, something Hunter did not do often.
Hunter hesitated. “Well, I kind of told him we were... dating.”
Jack’s eyes went wide. “What? Why?”
“Because he keeps asking me if I have a boyfriend. He’s relentless. It’s like every other day with him. He tries to set me up with dudes all the time and I hate it. I just wanted to shut him up. I figured if I told him we were dating, then he would stop trying to set me up.”
“Hunter, does he know how old I am?”
Hunger nodded. “Yeah. You’re actually one year older than him.”
Jack was flabbergasted. “What did he say about that?”
Hunter grinned. “Bro, he was so fucking proud of me!”
“What?”
“Oh yeah. He’s an alpha male. He expects me to be like him, gay or straight. When I told him I bagged a dude twice my age and, sorry, how much of a bitch you were in bed, he slapped me on the back and congratulated me. Said I was a stud for dating a man his age, meant that I’m a natural alpha.”
“Oh my god,” Jack said shaking his head. “You told your dad you were dating a dude older than he is, and that I’m a slut. Thanks,” he said sarcastically.
“No,” Hunter said and dragged his finger along Jack’s square jawline. He quietly said, “I told him you were incredibly handsome, very sexy, masculine, but you liked to sub for younger guys. And then when I showed him a picture of you, he said, and I quote, ‘Holy shit, he’s so handsome, I’d fuck him.”
Jack flinched at that last sentence. “Wow, I didn’t know I was so handsome I could turn a straight guy,” he said sarcastically. “So, he’s cool with you fucking an older guy,” Jack stated.
“I told you. He’s more than cool.”
“Why does he want to meet me?”
“I dunno. He’s just being a dad. If you were a girl, he’d want to meet you too. I’ve talked so much about you and he’s... let’s just say... he’s very overprotective of me. Especially since I started college, he’s kind of intense.”
Jack guffawed. “What? I am so surprised! Intense?” he said sarcastically. “Like father, like son.”
Hunter looked at him seriously. “I’m not as intense as he is. Believe it or not.”
Jack rubbed the bridge of his nose with his fingers. “Ok, so wait, does this mean you want to... date?”
Hunter was silent for a few seconds. “Would that be a bad thing?”
“While I’ve had sex with a ton of younger guys, I’ve yet to date one. And, you have to admit, our relationship so far has only consisted of fucking, fucking, and more fucking.”
“Yeah. Look, I’d be up for it. Try it. See how it works. If it doesn’t, we go back to being fuck buddies.”
Jack thought about it. Could he date someone young enough to be his son? Fucking someone that young was one thing but dating... that was something else. He kept remembering thinking that Hunter would be boyfriend material if the situation was different.
“I guess we can try it out. It’s gonna be an adjustment.”
“Sweet!” Hunter said in a very teenager way.
“Oh my god, you’re still technically a teenager,” Jack said chuckling. “I’m 40 and I’m dating a 19-year-old.”
“Hot, right?” Hunter said grinning.
“Ok, so when do I meet your dad?” Jack asked wincing.
“This weekend good?”
“Uh... yeah. Yeah, that works,” Jack said reluctantly.
“Cool. I’ll let him know and then I’ll get you the details.”
“Ok.”
“Hey, don’t think since you’re my boyfriend now that our sex is changing,” Hunter said seriously.
“I would hope not,” Jack replied.
“Good, because I’m ready to go again,” Hunter announced. “You may need to call in sick today.”
“Oh God.”
