White Collar Tales

White Collar Tales Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)

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White Collar Tales #23

Regatta Dad by Bill Drake

It was great to be back in Boston, but damn I felt old.

Ok, I'm only 31, but things sure are different than my carefree college and post-college days. I stood along the river watching the men's alumni eights. My buddies and I had talked about getting back out competing again, reviving our crew days from college, but over the last few years we'd grown apart. Dave and Kevin got married and were now starting their families, Zach is actually out in LA doing set construction in the movie business.

Me, I moved to Atlanta for work, and about that time came out of the closet. My friends were cool enough with that, I suppose, but I couldn't help but notice that we've had less to talk about on the phone. And they had their own lives preoccupying them. Two years ago, they begged off coming to Boston for the Head of the Charles, so it was just me solo.

Standing there, shivering in the late October breeze whipping off the water, I was starting to wonder why the fuck I continued to come. Was I holding on to a college life that was long past? I was now at least ten years older than the undergraduate students milling past.

At least I had a lot of hot guys to look at. I'd always gone for the preppy type - my time at Georgetown had fed that in spades. Now, I was surrounded by model-esque college guys and recent alums. Even if I missed the camaraderie of hanging out with my buddies, it was great to watch the excitement of these young men walking around in packs of four or eight or ten.

The last couple of years I'd gotten into the regatta daddies, too. They were split into the hobbyists and the crew parents. Usually professional men in decent shape, and invariably handsome.

On Grindr I'd found my most intense connections these days seemed to come from older men. More experience, less drama. Some of them weren't emotionally available for anything longterm, but they always treated me like gentlemen, even for a one-night stand or a quick suck date.

"Let me guess," a voice interrupted my reverie as the club fours got underway. "Cornell?"

He was tall, an inch taller than me at 6'5", and had a good solid build. Broad shoulders and back, strong arms, big shelf of a chest that stuck out over the slight swell of his middle-aged stomach, filling out nicely his layered long sleeve shirts, the outer one with a corporate charity run logo. He had dark hair that was now half silver, from the white temples all the way around in a ring on the lower half of his hair, closely cut. His face was friendly, and the wind-reddened cheeks made his clean-shaven, clean-cut looks that much better.

"Georgetown, actually," I said, smiling. I didn't want to flirt or be weird with this guy, but he had an easy going manner that made me relax a little. "Though that was years ago."

"Penn State," he volunteered. "And that was even longer ago," he laughed. He took off his glove and shook my hand. "I'm Dan."

"Jason," I introduced myself. "Good to meet you."

"Here to support anyone?" he asked, slipping his glove back on.

I answered no. "I come out of annual tradition. I used to row back in college."

"I can tell," Dan said. "A build like yours."

"You got the right build as well," I said, hoping I wasn't being too forward. "You ever compete?" Honestly given his shape he could be competing in the master doubles, but I knew he wouldn't be standing there right then if he were.

"Yeah, in college. Never was a start like my daughter."

Figures this guy was straight and married. "She competing?" I asked.

"Tomorrow. Penn State crew," he answered with a sparkle in his hazel eyes. "I'm expecting big things. Right now I think she's enjoying the whole atmosphere of the event. It's her first regatta."

I relaxed a little talking to Dan, glad for the familiar camaraderie with a straight dude, though I have to admit I stole glances as him and his solid body now and then. Mostly, it was just good to have some company.

The sun went away and the afternoon started feeling rawer.

Dan noticed. "Jason, you doing OK? You look like you're freezing."

"I forgot about the wind up in Boston. Left my coat at my hotel."

He picked up his fleece jacket. "Here, wear mine."

"I couldn't..." I started.

"Don't be silly. You're cold and I don't need it yet. I'm layered up pretty well."

"I should learn from you," I said, as I took the fleece and slipped it on. I did feel a hell of a lot better. The jacket was loose on me but otherwise we had similar builds.

We actually had a blast watching the races and talking about how much we missed rowing. Dan got out pretty often, either in a scull or with one of his friends. I realized I made excuses not to. I mean, rowing's not a huge part of the culture in Atlanta, but I had opportunities if I wanted to find them.

The sun was near setting and people started filing their way back to Harvard Square. I decided to take a chance.

"Dan, you feel like grabbing dinner tonight? I don't really have any plans."

He gave me a regretful look. "I'd love to, Jase, but I already have plans with Emily."

"Oh, that's cool," I said, trying not to sound as deflated as I felt. I mean this was just some random regatta dad and no matter how much our conversation clicked, we were just thrown together by circumstance.

He clapped his hand on my shoulder. "I don't think we'll go late. She needs to rest up before tomorrow. Why don't I text you when we're done. Maybe we can grab a drink?"

"Sounds awesome," I said. "I'm staying downtown but can meet you anywhere."

"I'm downtown, too." We exchanged numbers. "I'll text you later. If you get other plans, don't worry."

"OK, maybe I'll see you later."

It was around 9 when I got Dan's text. "Still free for a drink?"

I typed out a quick yes and asked where he wanted to meet. He suggested a pub around the corner from where I was staying.

I got there first, and when he walked in I was once again blown away with how handsome he was. He'd changed into a plaid button-down dress shirt and khakis, which he wore with his fleece.

"Hiya, Jason," he greeted as we shook hands, "What will you have?" He had that confident stance and upright posture that was a real turnon.

"Beer's good," I said, "Guinness."

He came back with our beers and we settled into one of the booths in what turned out to be a fairly quiet place on a Saturday night. His close proximity was a real turn on and I could smell his cologne. But mostly I enjoyed just talking. We made small talk, and we talked about his daughter's race tomorrow.

"Your wife not here?" I asked the obvious question.

He held up his hand without a ring finger. Bare. I guess with his gloves on earlier I hadn't noticed. "Divorced. It's been about five years now."

"Sorry." I felt contrite for prying.

"Don't be," he shrugged. "Best thing that could have happened to me. I mean, it was tough because of Emily, but she's adapted as well as I could have hoped."

"That's great," I said.

He took a sip of his beer and looked at me with a quizzical look. "What about you, Jason? You got a boyfriend?"

I nearly spit out my beer. I don't try to hide being gay but I guess I don't always think I'm obvious. But at least to Dan, I was. "No," I replied, "no boyfriend."

"Why the hell not?" he asked in a tone that was more playful than accusatory. "You're a hot guy."

This wasn't the conversation I was expecting to have, but I was flattered at this man's compliment. "Thanks. I mean, I guess, I dunno..." I was at a loss for words. "Maybe I don't know what I really want."

"Well, you're young," he said.

"31. Not that young," I countered.

He looked me up and down, a goofy grin on his face. "You look younger."

I blushed.

Dan gave me an appraising stare then took a sip of his pint. "So... what do you do in Atlanta?"

"International marketing research," I said, naming the corporation I worked for, "though I'm mostly on the analytics side." I realized I was going into too much boring detail, so added, "Probably not my dream job, but it's a pretty good corporate gig, decent hours, decent benefits."

"What is your dream job?" Dan asked.

"Diplomat," I said, without hesitation, then "I studied international relations in college, but once graduation came I realized getting a paying job was my priority." I laughed a little at how ridiculous it probably sounded.

Thankfully, Dan smiled and nodded along with understanding. "Tell me about it. Funny where career paths take you. I was a history major in college."

"What do you do now?"

"I'm a CFO for a small data services company in the Philly area."

"Cool," I said, and I wasn't surprised that Dan was an executive by day.

He shrugged self-deprecatingly. "Yeah, it's a great job. I travel more than I'd like, though."

"I still don't do much travel for work. I wouldn't mind but I guess it gets old pretty quick."

"It does," Dan chuckled.

We had a lull in the conversation and we both looked at each other with some heavy eye contact.

"You know," Dan started, "I probably shouldn't say this...."

"What?" I prodded him, giving him a playful nudge.

He bit his lip shyly then said, "It's just, you kind of look like this porn star."

"Griffin Barrows?" I'd gotten that a lot. I had sea-blue eyes, a trimmed beard and boy-next-door looks. Not a dead ringer but, yeah, I could see how guys would find a resemblance.

He nodded. "Yeah, him."

By now I had the sense what may have been the reason, or one of the reasons, for Dan's divorce.

"Is that your type?" I asked, still hoping I wasn't off base.

Dan smiled and lowered his voice. "You kidding? Fuck yeah, you're my type. That's why I approached you today. Didn't think anything would come of it."

"Why not?" I asked, giddy now of his interest.

"Let's see... you, a smoking hot 31-year-old porn star look alike. Me, a 45 year old divorced dude with a beer belly...."

I shrugged, "Well I think you're insanely hot," I admitted. I took another risk. "You're kind of my dream man, actually."

I felt the man's stance grow taller and his chest puff out involuntarily. "Fuck!" he whispered as his hand reached beneath the bar table and started stroking my leg. "I didn't think my weekend was gonna play out like this."

His touch made me bone up and part of me just wanted to invite him back to my room and get naked. But I also loved the conversation and the courtship so to speak.

"Damn, I'm not normally this forward," Dan said as he withdrew his hand and leaned back in the booth, looking at me in a gaze that was half lust, half friendliness. I tried to take a glance down at his crotch without him noticing but he caught me. "Yeah, I'm hard," he whispered. I took the admission as an occasion to take a real look. He was tented up in his khakis already, with a bone that formed a large ridge up and a little to the left.

"You look like you might be a porn star yourself," I teased.

He gave a wink. "Ha. Well, I'm not gonna win any records for length but I guess I'm pretty thick."

"Mind if I ask a question?" I started, not sure if I was being too forward.

His eyes brightened as he spread his legs a little, probably to accommodate his erection. "Sure. I guess we're at that point of the evening already."

"So," I started. "You're really into Griffin Barrows?"

Dan nodded. "Let's just say I've entertained myself a few lonely nights watching him. I love watching a boy-next-door power bottom." He saw my deer-in-the-headlights expression and added, "If I can ask a personal question, what are you into, Jason?"

"I don't know really," I answered. I wasn't sure if I was getting in over my head. I was experienced, but no porn star. "I'm still figuring out what I'm into."

The man's eyes fixed on mine, trying to read me. His voice got quiet and he said, "You need someone to help you figure stuff out?"

I couldn't help it. I reached my hand over to his crotch, where my fingers touched the rigid erection poking up. Dan smiled and pushed his package forward into my hand, giving me free access to feel his thick cock.

"Fucking clean-cut crew guy feeling me up," Dan observed eyeing me up. "This is shaping into one awesome weekend."

"I've always had a fantasy of hooking up with a regatta daddy," I confessed, then was nervous that Dan would take offense.

He laughed instead. "Yeah, buddy? I guess it's both our lucky day, huh?"

"Yeah, I guess so, Dan," I said, my fingers now drifting away from his crotch and grazing along the firm quad muscle.

He held up his now nearly empty pint glass. "Whaddya say we go back to my room?"

"Yeah," I answered, polishing off my own beer.

"Nice view, huh?"

Dan's room was on an upper floor, looking out on the harbor, toward Charlestown. His strong hands gripped my shoulder muscle, giving it a gentle message. It felt nice and I leaned a little into his body. "Yeah, it's great to come back to Boston every year."

His hands traced their way down my front, over my button-down shirt, feeling my chest muscle beneath the fabric. "You may not row much these days, but you've kept your body in amazing shape."

My erection had gone down on the walk over to his hotel, but now his touch was making me hard again. "Thanks, I try."

"Fucking pornstar..."

I was starting to half-think he actually thought I was Griffin Barrows, but I guess he was living out a fantasy, just like he was fulfilling, surpassing, my fantasy. His deft fingers unbuttoned a few buttons of my shirt, allowing him to slip his strong hand beneath the fabric and touch my bare chest.

"Fuck that feels nice," I cooed and felt his mouth kiss along my neck. I craned my head to meet his mouth in our first kiss. Dan could kiss really well and I was turned on as hell, light-headed even.

I turned to face him and we made out, full of lust but not rushing it. He undid a few more buttons on my shirt and started removing it while I worked on his, exposing his beefy torso, which was covered in soft fur, a contrast with my waxed smooth chest.

"You got an amazing chest," I said, feeling the silky hair and touching his nipples gently.

He looked like he wanted to say something to me but instead put his mouth on mine for another kiss. As we made out I could hear his belt buckle and zipper and I followed suit, undoing my jeans.

As he embraced me tighter I felt the meaty heavy cock press against my abs, wet with precum. I wondered how long he'd been leaking. Probably that whole time in the bar.

"I wanna suck you," I said, pulling back from the kiss.

He got a wide smile, like a kid getting a present. "Yeah? Be my guest, stud." He stepped back and kicked off his khakis. He'd gone commando and his erection stood up, thick and firm. I knew Dan had some girth on him but up close, exposed like this, his dick seemed impossibly fat.

Still, I knew I could do this. I removed my own pants and knelt before him. I started by kissing his shaft and his furry ball sac, which still smelt of soap from his evening shower, while he ran his fingers through my hair. "Boy next door's a cocksucker," he growled softly. The words were a turn on and started licking his fat prick, wetting it down before plopping the head in my mouth.

Dan's size made for a challenge but I relaxed my jaw and accommodated the entry of several inches into my mouth and into the back of my throat. I started there, bobbing up and down while sucking rhythmically on his bone. What started as a hard task quickly became a sexual thrill, and I loved how full the hardness made my mouth. I took a deep breath and willed my throat to open up. The cockhead pushed inward, spearing into the tightness of my gullet. Dan gave a few mini-thrusts, opening me up. It was like he was training me to suck his cock and the idea was a real rush.

Suddenly, though, he pulled out, his pissslit leaking clear sap and his walnut-sized nuts pulled up tight against his cock. "Sorry, stud. I gotta quick trigger and don't want to blow yet."

I stood up and shucked my briefs, getting off on the way Dan's eyes looked me over. Hungry, appreciative. "Is it me or you always quick to shoot?" I asked.

"Both," He said, running his hands along my upper body as our bodies connected again, nude this time. "I can come two or three times in one go," he said. "but for the first one I'm lucky if I last a minute." I felt his dick leaking against my stomach like crazy and had a feeling the man wasn't exaggerating.

He guided us back to the bed. "Here," he said, pulling down the covers, "Lay back." I did and was treated with the feeling of his warm mouth descending on my cock. I think I would have enjoyed the blow job even if he wasn't good at giving them, I was so turned on by the guy, but he was skilled, really skilled, and I felt my pleasure mounting. Not imminent orgasm, but more that space you get where you know if you concentrate on the pleasure you'll get off soon. Instead, I was content to watch his salt-and-pepper hair and his powerful body bob as he fellated me.

Then I gasped as he pulled off and started tonguing my balls, all around my sac, and to the spot underneath. He reached under my legs and hoisted them up and all of a sudden I was experiencing, hands down, the best rim job of my life. Divorced dude knew how to eat a man's hole and I felt my pleasure sensations move from my cock to my ass.

I think it was Dan's way of delaying his trigger fuse, or extending out the foreplay. For me, it was five minutes of pure heaven. When he rose up from asseating position, he had an intense look on his face. "I want to fuck you, Jsaon," he said, plopping his thumb into my now relaxed pucker.

"Yes, please," I said with an urgent tone. I wanted him in me so bad right then.

He gave a gruff smile and scrambled over to fetch a Magnum and some lube from his overnight bag. Hurriedly, he ripped the condom wrapper off and rolled it down his fat erection as he climbed back on the bed. His lube-covered fingers felt wonderful massaging my hole open as he looked down on me intently.

"You're tight as hell, stud," he said excitedly. "When was the last time you got fucked?"

"Almost a year," I replied. "Too long." I hiked my hips back and my butt up to give him freer access to my hole. He had two and now three fingers in me, applying more lubrication and fingering me open.

"An ass this perfect shouldn't be neglected," he said looking down at where his digits were penetrating my hole repeatedly, then back up to my face to gauge my reaction. I'd bottomed for hot guys before but this was as skilled a top as I'd met.

Finally content he'd prepped me enough, he scooted forward and placed a pillow under my lower back to angle me right. My legs rested against his meaty chest as his rubbered prick nudged against my pucker.

"Is this how your regatta daddy fantasy plays out, stud?" he growled with a leer. It was just the right thing to say, and I all I could do was nod affirmatively as my body welcomed his fat shaft into me. Good thing he'd applied extra lube, because the entry was snug as hell, and I know he felt it too, just differently. He looked down on my hole with a sexy look of satisfaction as he slowly but completely breached and filled me.

The conquest complete, he looked up and got in fucking position, my ankles on his shoulders. "Nice tight ass," he hissed as he started slowly pumping me. There was some discomfort with the invading, thrusting cock, but a lot of pleasure, too. My own prick was surging and hard off my abs and I grunted as his hand gripped it and applied the leftover lubricant. "I'm fucking a goddamn crew boy," he said in a deeper voice as his hips started thrusting harder, punching his battering ram of a cock into me with a rhythm that did wonders on my prostate.

Before I could work myself to a cum, though, Dan was entering his orgasm, fast. "Oh goddamn! Fuckin christ!" he swore as he face reddened up and his chest and arm muscles grew rigid. Sure enough, Dan's face twisted into the telltale expression of a red-blooded man getting his nut. "Damn, stud," he finally said as he came to, "that was awesome." He pulled out and at the end of the rubber a heavy load formed a golf ball size reservoir of jizz.

He plopped down and peeled off the condom, knotting it up. He leaned over and kissed me. "You're incredible," he said, running his hand softly along my back. I was glad to have given him such pleasure but I was eager to nut myself. I reached down and started stroking myself.

Gently, he pried my hand off my cock. "If you can wait a minute, stud, I can go again."

"Serious?" I thought he was joking about going more than once but Dan guided my hand to his cock, which was still fully hard. The feel of his sticky=wet dick in my hand drove me wild and I crawled up on his big strong body, running my hands all over his hairy torso as I humped my dick against his erection.

I scooted up till his dick was at the base of my ass. "How about now?" I asked.

He nodded yes. "Let me get a condom."

I put my hand on his chest to stop him. "I'm clean. On PREP. If you wanna."

"Hell yes," he said, running his hands along the front of my body, now getting dewy with the sweat from our fucking.

I reached back and massaged his bone. It wasn't fully lubed but my ass was really greased up from our first mating. I pulled the prick up and forward like a joystick and backed my hole down on it. The entry this time was quick and despite the fullness I relished being stuffed again.

I leaned down and kissed him hungrily then leaned back up and started riding his cock with wild gyrations of my hips. I'm not sure where I learned such moves but having Dan as my audience inspired me to show him how eager I was for his dick.

"Fuckin' ride me, stud," he said, leaning back against the pillow as he watched me buck and grind in his lap. "Yeah, you've been waiting for a daddy you can show off to."

This was the hottest sex of my life and it occurred to me I didn't even know the guy's last name. Some middle-aged dude who'd picked me up and now was showing me how much I loved to bottom.

"You getting close, stud?" He could read my face and knew my orgasm was near.

I nodded and Dan gripped my hips and started pumping up into me. "I'm gonna get there with ya," he growled. A dozen thrusts of his thick cock did it. We were having a simultaneous orgasm, Dan up inside me, me all over his furry chest.

I nearly passed out from the intensity and when I came to, my fucker was all smiles, looking up at me as his hands traced the muscles in my arms. "Nice one, stud."

"I can't believe I came so hard," I said, leaning back into Dan's lap. He was still erect, incredibly.

"Me, too," he said. "I've never barebacked before, actually. I think I came buckets in ya."

I finally couldn't take the sensations in my now well-fucked anus and lifted off. "I'm going to need a break," I said, giving his megahard dong a playful squeeze.

Leaning down I started licking my cum off his chest, swirling my tongue in the now-wet fur. "Feed it to me," he said softly and I did just that, scooping up my salty seed and collecting it on my tongue before crawling up to meet him in a nice, wet kiss.

We cuddled together, me resting my head on his shoulder and my arm on his meaty chest.

"What's your last name?" Dan asked. Maybe he'd been thinking the same thing I'd been. That we'd had such an intimate connection while barely knowing one another.

"Rizzo," I said.

"Italian?"

"Yep. At least on my dad's side. My mom's family is German." I ran my hand along his chest, getting off on the muscle. "What's yours?"

"Miller," he laughed. "Dan Miller. As generic as they come."

"Nothing generic about the fuck you just threw me," I assured him. "Seriously, you're really talented. I didn't think I was going to be able to take you."

"You did, stud" he said giving my head a playful grab. "Like a champ. Seems like you wanted to get your powerbottom on."

I blushed. "I guess when you were in me, I got kind of turned on."

"No reason to be shy. That's what sex is for right?"

I smiled and we kissed briefly. "Yeah," I answered.

We made out and I felt Dan's sexual intensity rising again. Mine would be but I felt drained from my recent orgasm. I pulled back and saw his thick erection rebounded and ready again. "Damn," I hissed, running my fingers along its hardness. "This thing's incredible. I can't believe you're hard again."

Dan grinned at my reaction. "Would it be pressing my luck to ask for another go?"

"I don't think I can bottom again right now, Dan. I'm sorry."

"'s OK," he gave a playful grin. "Can't blame a guy for asking. You got a seriously hot hole. It felt amazing to bareback you, man."

I gave it some thought. "If you wash off the lube, I'll suck you again."

Dan smiled and made a big show out of jumping out of the bed and walking over to the bathroom. He sauntered back, hands on his hips, his erection sticking up nice and hard.

I sat on the edge of the bed and leaned forward to take him into my mouth. The angle wasn't right, though, so I scrambled down and knelt on the floor. It was a real trip to be below this man servicing him. Everything about him seemed sexy to me: his handsome face, his meaty chest, even his modest beer belly.

And of course that fat cock. I made love to that dick, trying to do my best Griffin Barrows impersonation. I don't think I'm an expert cocksucker but the more I imagined myself as Barrows the wilder I got on Dan's prick, deep throating it as my throat muscle relaxed more than I thought humanly possible.

I think Dan was imagining his favorite porn star, because as he looked down and watched intensely, he let out a deep hiss and an "oh fuck," and then his bitter and salty jizz was firing into my mouth and gullet. Not a gusher of a load but respectable for a third cum.

Excitedly he leaned down and kissed me hard. "Thanks, Jase, you're incredible. You definitely drained these puppies for tonight," he said, jiggling his balls, which now hung loose in their sac.

It was later than I realized when I put my clothes back on and said goodnight to Dan. We didn't make any arrangements to be in touch, and I suppose I shouldn't have expected any. It was hot sex and a great connection, but that was it.

Only I was awakened the next morning around 8 by the buzzing of my phone. With a groggy reach, I picked up my phone. A text from Dan showed on it. "Good morning, Jason. Had an awesome time last night."

I tapped out a reply. "You too, Dan. It was incredible for me." I hit send then added a quick follow up. "I only wish it wasn't a one time thing." I sent the text but immediately regretted it. I'm not sure why. Why was I afraid to say what I wanted? To go after what I wanted? Dan might judge me, I feared, but I also feared not hearing from him again.

Fortunately an incoming text arrived. "Well, I got some major morning wood right now."

Fuck! I had been slowly rousing awake but that text woke me up for real and gave me a stiff hardon. "I'd be happy to take care of it."

"Can I swing by your hotel? I only have a short window before I have to get over to Cambridge."

"Yep. Hyatt, 1204."

I brushed my teeth, took a quick shower and wrapped a towel around my waist. I sat around about five minutes before I heard a gentle knock.

When I opened the door, Dan was there, looking as incredible as yesterday. A sweatshirt, jeans and his fleece. "Damn, Jason," he said as he stepped into the room and eyed my nearly nude body. "You look great."

We met in a kiss, hot but not rushed, as I let his tongue enter my mouth and skillfully explore. His hands traveled down my bare back then under my towel, which he pulled off to get access to my buns. Know we made out more forcefully, more hungrily as Dan massaged my ass with his strong hands.

"Will you fuck me again, Dan?" I asked. My hole was a little tender from last night but I knew I wanted this.

Dan looked surprised but very happy. "Oh yeah I'll fuck you, man. You don't have to ask twice." He unzipped his fleece and pulled it off, then peeled off his sweatshirt and undershirt, showing off his magnificent daddy torso to me once more. I ran my hands along this hard chest and his hairy belly as he undid his jeans and kicked off his shoes.

Giddily, we tumbled back onto the bed, getting off on our body contact once more and me relishing his weight pressing down on me as we made out in a missionary position. Then Dan leaned back and lifted my legs, going in for hot rim job once more. I don't know if he was the kind of man who dated long term, but I wasn't sure how any guy could let go of a man who rimmed this well. Within a minute's time Dan had me clutching the sheets and moaning.

I wanted him inside me again and tossed him the lube.

With a grin, he hoisted his body above mine and entered me. He seemed to read my facial expression to know when to push in and when to go slow. Damn, his cock felt good, and the minute it buried all the way in, he pulled back slowly for a second thrust. Seeing no resistance, he thrust again. My regatta daddy was fucking me once more, and I was in heaven.

He came before me, his hips pounding me harder and his breath getting deeper before letting out a deep growl. "So fucking hot," he said as he came to from his orgasm." He remained inside me, hard and giving smaller thrusts of his cock while I stroked off, getting myself to the finish line faster than I expected.

"Nice one," he said as he watched heavy spurts of cum spray my built chest.

We kissed and lay there, me legs up and apart, Dan buried inside me. Normally, I need to pull out first thing after I come but with Dan if felt different. I relished the stretched, slightly uncomfortable feeling. I didn't want this connection to end.

Dad seemed to read my thoughts. "I hate to go buddy but I gotta get across town soon."

"That's cool," I said.

He had a sheepish look on his face as he washed off his genitals and got dressed. Like he was embarrassed for the fuck-and-go quick session.

I wanted to put him at ease. "Glad you could come by," I said. "I'm kind of a morning guy when it comes to sex. And last night had been the first in a while, and I guess I really wanted a top off."

Dan grinned with a playful lewdness. "Well, I'm an anytime kind of guy when it comes to sex. Seriously, man, you've made this an awesome weekend." He slipped on his fleece and leaned forward for a peck of a kiss. "But I really gotta go now. Sorry, buddy."

"No sweat," I assured him. "I'll be rooting for Penn State today." I had an afternoon flight back to Atlanta but I could catch some of the morning races.

Dan smiled and gave my chin a playful nudge before walking out the door.

I thought that was the last I'd heard of Dan Miller but around 10PM Sunday evening my phone buzzed with a text. "So, Jason Rizzo... great to meet you. I'm in Atlanta a good bit on business, maybe I can treat you to dinner next time?"

"I'd love that," I replied. God, I was feeling crushed out like a teenage girl, but also horny like a teenage boy. I jerked out a bedtime load.... two loads actually.... reliving Dan Miller's fuck technique in my head.