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Tom finds his Daddy -- Chapter 2
Time to let Tom mull things over. "I've got to get back to my mates, shall I give you, my number?" I didn't want to spook him and so let him decide if he wanted to contact me.
"Yeah sure" he smiled, he looked slightly disappointed but happy to have my number
"I'm staying in a hotel in the city tonight let me know if you would like to catch up for a drink later" I don't live in Sydney but visit regularly for business and to catch up with mates. I turned to go and then turned back, lightly touched his arm "You're a good boy Tom, I'd love to get to know you better" He dead set blushed, I think he loved that I told him he was a good boy, I smiled and walked off into the crowd.
Toms POV
Sweet Jesus did I just blush then, WTF, God I hope I didn't. The last 4 hours have been completely nuts, what did I just do? I took an old guy's number with a vague intention to meet up for drinks maybe more and I've shared with him that I have this growing sexual attraction to men old enough to be my father and told HIM that I specifically fancied HIM! Well, I didn't have this on my bingo card when I got suited up this morning, I had rather thought I would find a nice tipsy babe to take home and here I have ended up getting the number of a man in his fifties. And to top it off I'm sitting by myself in a crowded bar in the members enclosure of Randwick racecourse with a raging boner!
Time to regroup, come on use your legal training to think this through. Why do I find him hot? Well, he is taller than me, quite handsome, has a small amount of stubble on his face when he left, so I bet he's hairy, older hairy guys are turning me on more and more. He's not fat, in fact he looks fit for his age, hasn't let himself go, obviously still has self-discipline, he's not muscular, but well-knit, probably a runner when he was younger, but maybe a swimmer as well, probably has a small gut, you can't see it because he wears a well-tailored suit that he wears well, charcoal grey, blue shirt, nice tie. Black shoes, so still a traditionalist, no brown shoes for him.
It's his eyes, not the color, they're green, but his intense gaze, not threatening, although it could be, he is just really present, looks into you, not at you. In control, I bet he can be a real prick when he wants to, but I imagine he tries not to be, finds other ways. He seemed really interested in what I had to say, it wasn't creepy, although I could see he was checking me out, I welcomed his interest, I felt the need to ...please him? impress him? gee I don't know. He asked me questions, not intrusive, just to get me to clarify and expand on something I said, like he really wanted me to be sure what I was saying and that he understood what I intended to mean, he's an incredible listener that's what it is, And he has an incredibly expressive face, intense and serious mostly, but lots of small movements, eye brow raises, a slight movement of the lips, full of meaning and then he can break into a fit of laughter and his whole face lights up.
And when he called me a Good Boy, my cock almost broke out of my pants, what the actual fuck is going on there?
Damn it I'm horny, captivated and intrigued all in equal measure. I want to see him again; no, I need to see him again.
OK I'll text him, "Hey, its Tom, thought I'd send you my number" God he only left 10 minutes ago he'll think I'm desperate. Am I?
He replied straightaway "Nice, I'll save it, thanks"
And then, nothing. I kept looking at my phone for about 10 minutes. I've had enough of the races I'll just head home. I walked out and waited for a tram to take me into the city where I rented an apartment near Surry Hills, only a studio, but comfortable and in a nice new block. After another 15 minutes, still nothing, I texted Peter again.
"Hey, what time would you like to meet up tonight?"
Yep, I'm sounding desperate. My heart is almost beating out of my chest. What is this shit all about?
He replied immediately, "Going out for dinner with the boys, but I won't make it a big one, what about 9.30, suit you?"
Oh, nice he is still keen.
"Yeah sure, your hotel or a pub" I quickly sent it off. Too quickly I reckon
"Why don't you come to my hotel, it's the Meriton in North Sydney, it has a nice view of the harbor and I'll make sure we have something to drink"
"Sure, sounds great I'll see you there" The Meriton was a nice apartment hotel and not too far from my place' just a short train ride over the bridge.
I arrived home and had a long shower; I was horny but there was no way I was going to have a wank. I thought about what to wear. As I looked through my clothes my phone buzzed.
"Hey, dinner has finished early I should be right by 8.30, really looking forward to meeting up"
"Great I'll see you then" Thank God I can hardly wait. I then decided to send him a photo of me at a surf carnival that a friend had taken when I was helping to carry the boat off the beach after an event. I was in red club Speedos, flexing and straining to carry the boat, which is bloody heavy, I looked hot and wondered how he might react as we had talked about my surf club competition days. I sent it and immediately regretted it; did I have this horribly wrong why am I flirting like this. Almost instantly the phone pinged,
"Wow, you are so hot in that pic. I was in a surf club in my teens, and I've got a real thing for speedos, yum" Peter replied.
"Thats incredible so do I, I just love how they look and feel" I replied. I loved wearing them on the beach and watching the girls check out my ass and bulge, some almost drool. Now I am trying to impress a guy in his 50's with them, I think I'm losing my mind. Then another ping. It was a photo of Peter, sunglasses, cap, on a beach and clad in navy blue speedos. Wow he looked hot, I can't believe I think that, I stared at the photo, moderate hair on his chest, legs and a trail down to his speedos, showing a nice bulge. He had a small belly, which I found sexy, which I again find incomprehensible, why I am starting to find older men sexy, he looked athletic, fit and strong. I replied with a tongue out emoji, he laughed in reply.
I sent him off one last pic, one I had taken about 6 months ago, a selfie in front of a mirror, clad in a pair of black classic Aussiebum speedos, and oh, I was also sporting a nice boner to top it off.
"Oh, now that is nice, and the speedos are hot as well, see you tonight mate" he replied. I could hardly wait, and I knew what I would be wearing.