Page 5 of Swiped By My Dad's Best Friend
I’d always been attracted to older guys. Sometimes they were just a couple of years older—like the cute librarian I’d chatted up in a bathroom last spring—but usually they were decades older. There was just something about an older man that made me feel as if I’d be well taken care of. No fumbling or uncertainty. They were sure of what they wanted and confident enough to make it good for everyone involved.
At least in my limited experience. I’d only had the occasional hookup to judge by.
I accepted the match, and he slid into my direct messages to ask about a hookup. He certainly seemed confident, as he told me exactly what he wanted. I was half hard before I ever left the house.
Dodging the guys’ questions, I headed to the B&B where my hookup was staying. Luckily, it was within walking distance. I took a shortcut across campus, jogging over the lawn alongside one of the sorority houses, cutting behind the campus bookstore, and jumping a low, stone fence that circled the grounds. That took me into Hayworth House’s backyard. As a former frat house, the B&B was barely outside campus proper—and only two minutes from where I lived on frat row.
Circling the house, I hesitated at the front door only a few seconds before walking in like I owned the place. If it was a B&B, they must have guests coming and going, but it still felt strange stepping into a house that wasn’t mine. I spotted the staircase right away, thankful I wouldn’t have to wander around calling out for a guy I only knew byDaddyor his handle,SeasonedBeefcake. The name was a little cringey, but I couldn’t deny this guy had some definite beefcake cred despite his age.
A man emerged from the living room, and I froze. I knew instantly he wasn’t my hookup; his body type was all wrong, unless myBeefcakehad done some serious photoshopping on his profile pics.
“Can I help you?”
I smiled sheepishly. “I know where I’m going.” I waved toward the second floor. “Here to see a…friend.”
One eyebrow arched as he looked me over. I was wearing sweats and a worn T. I’d thought about dressing up, but why bother if I was just gonna take the clothes off?
“Go on then,” he said.
I wasted no time, jogging my way to the top and heading straight for the second door. It was closed. My hookup had told me to let myself in, so once again, I skipped knocking and strolled in bold as brass.
The room appeared to be empty. Huh.
I checked my phone. Yep. I was in the right place. The man must be around somewhere. Maybe in the bathroom or down in the kitchen grabbing a drink. After a cursory look around the nicely appointed room, I decided to go ahead and set the mood for when he returned. I hadn’t had a hookup quite like him in a long while. I wasn’t too picky about my matches; if someone wanted to hook up, I was down for some fun. It’s not as if I were trying to make a love connection. I’d fucked around with slender guys, curvy women, and everything in between.
But this guy…
Well, I had to admit that the thought of big, strong hands manhandling me was tripping my trigger big time.
I tugged my shirt over my head, deciding I’d rather not make a first impression with the ratty material. I could let my skin do the talking. I pushed my sweats down—just a little—and stilled at the sound of the door opening behind me.
A moment later, a heavy, damp body pressed up against my back. “You getting started without me?” he murmured.
“Thought I might have to,” I said. “I was all alone with this hard dick.”
He chuckled. “Well, we can’t have that.”
I thought he’d grab my cock immediately, but he stepped back. I turned my head, just enough to confirm he was every inch the daddy type I’d imagined: tall, broad, solid—and wrapped in nothing but a towel. Yum.
His large hands dwarfed my shoulders, and I shivered as he slowly mapped the shape of me. His touch was light as he traced down my spine with one hand and glided his other around to my abs, caressing so lightly just beneath my navel that it almost tickled—and instantly made my cock throb with jealousy.
I made a needy sound, surprising myself. I enjoyed sex, sure. I had plenty of opportunity with a full campus of horny students. But I wasn’t usually this affected. My nerves fired up under his touch, goosebumps rushing across my skin.
“Patience,” he said. “We’ll get there. You young guys are all rush, rush, rush. Let me enjoy this amazing body of yours…”
Instinctively, I pressed my ass back, feeling the prod of his dick. He grunted and smacked the top of my exposed right cheek. “None of that.”
I jerked a little at the smack, but it barely stung. Something about the way he was taking control did it for me, my body thrumming as I moaned playfully. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good boy,” he said, sounding amused, but more than willing to indulge my little fantasy. I hadn’t ever experimented with daddy kink beyond watching a few porn videos with the theme, but something about this guy screamedDaddy. It felt right to let him take control, right to try to please him.
Finally, something I can do right.
Pushing my sweats down a little farther, he cupped my ass, squeezing it and making a pleased, rumbling sound. I really wasn’t as fit as some guys. Too much snacking, too little time in the gym. But I was young, and I had good genes. I was sending up thanks that my body didn’t disappoint when he paused.
“This scar…” He traced a jagged line that extended from my ribs to my lower back. “I knew someone with a scar like this. It was from a—”
“Skateboard accident,” we both said at the same time.
