Daddy issues

This is a love story in 16 parts.

"What do you think of that guy there?" Josh Carter's friend Darren was pointing out a porn-star looking guy dancing shirtless on the dance floor. It was Darren's 27th birthday and they were doing a ritual bar hop, nursing cocktails and scoping out the talent. This was the two men's third bar of the evening.

"Nah, not my type" the 23-year-old blondish-brown-haired, green-eyed stud rebuffed, noncommittally. "Besides, it's your birthday, not mine."

To be honest, Josh's interest was drawn to the end of the bar, where a forty-something man stood leaning against the rail. He was really well-built but not a muscle bunny - just a firm masculine body encased in his Izod polo shirt and faded jeans. He stood arms crossed, his gaze fixed forward but his blue eyes regularly darting over Josh's way. Occasionally their gaze would meet, sending a jolt of anticipation through Josh, before one of them would play chicken and turn out glance away.

Josh was beginning to detect a hint of smile on the man's face, but felt he had to cool it before Darren become suspicious.

"Fuck that," he friend slurred, already tipsy on Red Bulls and vodka. "That's why you don't get laid, my friend. Too fucking picky." He poked his finger playfully into Josh's firm chest for effect.

Josh wasn't sure he was ready for another one of his friend's lectures. But Darren meant well. And in a way he was right... it had been five long weeks since Josh last got off with another guy. A Chelsea hunk who'd logged online the minute his boyfriend left town. Josh ended up in the dude's apartment with his cock wedged in a talented throat. Chelsea guy gave great head and got him off, but even so Josh found myself conjuring up his favorite fantasies to help him along.

All of those fantasied involved older men. Men old enough to be his father.

One of these days, I'll admit it to Darren, Josh thought. Or to anyone else in their twenty-something happy hour set. But he'd heard the derision in Darren's voice when Josh even so much showed interest in an older man. "Him?" he'd say. "Might as well go on DaddyHunt, Josh. That guy's at least 35."

Yeah, Darren could be a dick sometimes, but he was just following the type he was into: trim, young 20s, jocks and jock types. Like Josh. That's how they'd become friends in fact. A one night stand the first week Josh had moved to New York. They hit it off more as friends than as lovers or boyfriends and were pretty inseparable since then.

Maybe this was the night he'd admit his daddy fixation to his buddy. Maybe he'd walk right up to Mr. Polo Shirt at the end of the bar. Maybe he'd find out what it was like to hook up with an older guy, beyond the few he’d met online.

Only Darren was now making out on the dance floor with a hot shirtless Latino guy, who was bumping and grinding against the birthday boy.

"At least someone's getting lucky tonight," Josh complained to himself, as he looked over at the end of the bar. Mr. Polo Shirt was gone. Fuck.

He checked his phone. 1:10. Might as well call it a night and head back to Brooklyn, where he splurged each month on rent for a 1-bedroom apartment. He texted Darren a goodbye and happy birthday wishes and went to the coat check. Mr. Polo Shirt was coming back from the front of the line, jacket in hand.

Their eyes met at he walked by. Up close he looked even better. Clean-cut but masculine, and definitely more muscular than Josh had first guessed. Looked like an ex-jock, the way he carried that packed build. Mr. Polo Shirt smiled and continued on by. Josh's head cranked to watch him walk past. At least he could enjoy the view before he walked out the door.

The 23 year old was feeling down as he exited the bar, but his eyes lit up to see the man there, waiting for him, hands in his jacket trying to stay warm in the chilly early spring night.

"Hey," the man said.

"Hey," Josh said. "What's up?" He wished he had a clever line to come out with, but that's all he had.

It didn't seem to matter. "Was trying to decide whether to go home," the man replied. God, his voice was great. Rich tenor, with a laid back California vibe.

Oh man, Josh thought, this daddy's looking to score tonight. "Me, too. Kinda slow in there."

The two looked at one another, sexual tension definitely there. But Mr. Polo Shirt was trying to read the younger ex-jock. "Wanna walk over and check out the Boiler Room?"

"Yeah, sure."

The two walked down the quiet street, slowly, each unsure what to do.

Finally, Polo Shirt spoke. "You live in the neighborhood?"

"No. Brooklyn." At times like this - and really only times like this - Josh regretted not living in Manhattan. He'd invite this hunk back to his apartment in a heartbeat. "You?" Maybe he could fish for an invitation.

"Chelsea," the man said "But the guys in the East Village are way hotter."

Josh laughed. "Yeah?"

The man had stopped now, a little in front of him, and turned. "Yeah." With that, he stepped up and grabbed the back of Josh's head and drew him into a kiss. It was magical, the guy had the kind of kissing technique Josh never realized he was missing. The kiss lasted about 10 seconds, and it was enough to make Josh fully boned.

"Wow," he said.

Polo Shirt's eyes were all on him now. "Fuck, you're hot." He said it like he couldn't believe he was scoring with a guy like Josh. Then their faces met again. Another smoldering kiss. The guy's crotch pressed into Josh's now and the two men could feel the boner in the other.

"This way," Josh hissed as he pulled the man into a deserted dark corner behind a dumpster. The two attacked one another ferociously now, making out, tongues battling and hips grinding. Josh reached down and grabbed Polo Shirt's erection. The guy was hung all right. Good length, nice cylindrical shape, but the best part was the girth. The man was pushing into beer can territory and just holding that hardon excited Josh.

As Josh fumbled with the jeans zipper, the man started to object. Josh shushed him.

"It's OK. No one will see. I just gotta..." he said without finishing as he crouched down and licked his lips before putting the fat cock into his mouth.

The man fought off a swear word and instead just gave an audible hiss as Josh's throat enveloped his prick. The kid was good, he thought, real good. Especially now that he was bobbing up and down... eager, hungry.

It took a second for the man to get over the fear of getting caught but soon he was entering the zone. Enjoying some of the best head he'd had in a while, from a guy who looked and acted like a bona fide college jock. He went from trying to get excited to trying to hold back the ejaculation. It was a lost cause. He nudged Josh's head to give him 2 seconds warning and then fired right into that tight, moist cocksucking mouth.

Josh slurped it all up and lapped the dribbles from the man's cock head. Nervous now, the man pulled back and stuffed his prick back into his jeans, quickly zipping up in case someone came by. He noticed that when the younger man stood up, there was sperm on his hand and he was cramming his own 6-and-a-half inch prick back inside his jeans. Josh had jerked himself off while giving head.

The two felt awkward now.

"I don't usually do that," Josh said, embarrassed.

Mr. Polo Shirt wasn't sure if he believed him but he nodded. "Yeah, a first for me. But fuck, that was great. Thanks, man." He leaned in for a quick kiss. "Listen, I should be getting home. It's getting late."

"Yeah," Josh said. "I gotta be getting back to Brooklyn."

"Cool. Well, good night."

"Good night."

The two went their own ways. As Josh rode in the cab across Brooklyn bridge, he wondered why it was always like this with him and older men. Quick to get his rocks off, but the minute he was done done, he just wanted to get out of there. Darren's right, he thought, I should just find a guy my own age to date. This daddy thing is fucking with my head.

* * *

Mr. Polo Shirt, aka Ryan Miller, stripped down and crawled into bed, cursing himself for letting a young stud like that get away. He should have at least given him his number, the man thought. Well, there's no way the dude would go for Ryan. Not in that way. The young was just looking for sex before last call, and Ryan happened to be Mr. Right Now.

"But damn, that kid could give head, all right," he said aloud, to no one, before he drifted off to sleep.