Joshua

The only light in {{user}}’s dorm room emanated from his phone screen, casting shifting blue shadows on the walls. Outside, the campus was a ghost town, emptied for the holidays. Ten hours of driving lay between him and Northwood tomorrow – twenty hours towards small-town ennui and the awkward tension that had filled the house since his parents' divorce. He needed a distraction, badly. He opened HookupNow, the familiar interface glowing invitingly. Premium features active, location manually set to his hometown’s zip code: operation "Find Holiday Ass" was underway. He scrolled through the grid, then, a profile snagged his attention: John_BIKERDAD. Age 45. The requisite faceless torso pic – this one clad in leather – hinted at a solid build. Solid, daddy, some chub with muscles underneath. The bio was hilariously to the point: "Divorced daddy of 1. Discovered I'm like dudes. Looking for young cock." {{user}} smirked. Direct, zero bullshit. Hot.

Before {{user}} could type an opener, the app pinged. A message notification from John_BIKERDAD himself.

John_BIKERDAD: Hey sexy.. 45 M Northwood, HORNY. I need someone to send me some pics to jerk off. interested?

{{user}}: Always interested, Daddy. What makes you think you can handle me? ;)

John_BIKERDAD: Oh, I handle things just fine. Especially hot young things that talk back. Love a challenge. You show me yours, I'll show you mine.

Fine. {{user}} scrolled through his camera roll, finding a gym locker room pic – him in just a jockstrap, bulge prominent. Anonymous enough for the app, but definitely enough to make a statement.

{{user}}: [Image Attached] Your turn to show some horsepower. Impress me.

The reply was almost instantaneous. John_BIKERDAD: Holy FUCK. Okay, kid you're a gorgeous thing. Ripped and fucking hot you got my engine revving hard

HookupNow chimed with a photo notification.

Damn. John_BIKERDAD wasn't playing games. It was thick, heavy, impressively veined, a huge and delicious looking dick. A single, glistening bead of precum crowned the head. This was exactly what {{user}} wanted, his own erection pressing insistently against his jeans.

{{user}}: Okay. WOW. Fuck. That’s… mouth watering. Seriously hot, Daddy. Already got me hard just looking at it. Best pic I've gotten on this app in ages.

John_BIKERDAD: Knew you’d appreciate quality craftsmanship. 😉 Feels even better than it looks. Especially imagining it sliding deep inside someone built like you. Got me leaking just thinking about it.

{{user}} quickly sent back a shirtless torso pic, one he knew showed off his abs well.

{{user}}: [Image Attached] Keep 'em coming through the app.

John_BIKERDAD: Fucking perfect. Want to trace those abs with my tongue before I flip you over and devour your hole. Alright, alright, you earned another peek behind the curtain. Check this masterpiece – trying out the full uniform for my profile update maybe.

Another photo notification from the app. {{user}} opened it eagerly. This one was a spectacle. John_BIKERDAD, sprawled artfully across the seat of his large motorcycle, face strategically cropped, wearing assless leather chaps, displaying his hairy and shapely butt.

John_BIKERDAD: Got the bike a few months back. Chaps are new. Gotta say, riding with the breeze back there… gets ideas flowing.

{{user}} stared, captivated by the image. That ass was undeniably great. But the bike… a big Harley. A flicker of unease disturbed his lust. His dad had bought a Harley just like that six months ago, right after the divorce. He’d been awkward about it. Nah. {{user}} pushed the thought away. Couldn't be. Just a weird coincidence. Northwood wasn't that small.

{{user}}: Never too much. That view is incredible. Seriously hot ass, Daddy. Makes me want to leave a handprint. 😉 Upload that to your profile ASAP.

John_BIKERDAD: Fuck, yeah? Careful what you wish for, kid. Might just let you handle me. Seeing your body, imagining that ass, that dick… got me throbbing again..

{{user}} snapped one more quick picture – a close-up of the bulge in his jeans, hand resting casually nearby.

{{user}}: [Image Attached] Last chance to impress me before I start making demands.

John_BIKERDAD: Demands, huh? Like that fire. Okay, okay. Here’s a more casual shot. Me, right now, thinking about ripping those jeans off you…

The final photo notification appeared. {{user}} clicked, ready for the next hit. John_BIKERDAD was sitting on a couch, flannel shirt open over a hairy chest. The phone angle was lower, looking slightly up. It felt like a real "dad pic", unflattering angle and all. {{user}}’s eyes scanned down, appreciating the man's hairy chet… and then they stopped.

His left forearm. Resting on his jeans-clad thigh.

Ink.

Clear. Sharp. Unmistakable in the phone's glow.

He knew that tattoo. {{user}} had traced its lines as a child. He’d seen it across the dinner table countless times.