MAX
The Lion's Roar was well and truly rocking.
With its dark, seductive interior and full-loaded jukebox full of rock classics, it was a rarity in Los Frisco.
This was a bar that encouraged excess.
The drinks were reasonably priced and were always served with a smile by one of the hot, hunky bartenders. Many of the bartenders were musicians or artists, each one with their own creative hustle going on outside of work.
The booth seats were compact and snug, and offered the perfect amount of privacy to let loose and let the good times flow. At the same time, it was still possible to peer out from the comfortable booth and see what was going on across the width of the bar.
Privacy and the ability to people watch? This sounded like a dream as far as Max was concerned.
Max also felt sure that if Channing could get past the wild vibe, he would probably have a great time here too.
All told, Max was seriously impressed with the place.
My kinda vibe. Real Daddy energy.
My kinda beers. Real Daddy drinks.
I think tonight’s going to be a good night…
Max looked around the bar and saw that both Harrison and Michael had arrived before him.
Max’s fellow Daddies were both safely nestled in one of the booths near the back of the bar and already had a table fully stocked with a metal ice bucket containing what appeared to be gold-label, premium beer.
‘Hell yeah!’ Max called out, raising his hand to his friends and walking over toward them.
Max had always been a confident guy.
Ever since he was a toddler who could barely walk five feet without stumbling, Max just had a natural sense of his own charm. People were drawn to him, and he was drawn to other people too. Max’s popularity growing up had given him a lot of confidence to be himself and do what he wanted in life.
It was great to be confident, and Max certainly didn’t underestimate the benefits that came with it. However, Max was beginning to see that perhaps his confidence didn’t run as deep as many, including himself, thought it did.
Max hadn’t seen Michael or Harrison in a while. They might have been college friends going all the way back to their Princeford University days, but time waited for no man - or Daddy for that matter.
Both Michael and Harrison had been doing very well in their lives. Whether it was money, career success, or foreign travel, Max knew that his two friends wanted for very little. Everything seemed to come very easily to them.
As Princeford graduates, Michael and Harrison had made the most out of their education and built upon their hard work in the ensuing years.
It wasn’t like their lives were perfect, but from a purely career and success perspective, both Michael and Harrison were very much living their best lives as far as Max could tell.
Max’s recent life experiences hadn’t been so good. It made Max feel like crap, but when he thought of Harrison and Michael he only saw his own failures. It was part of the reason why when he had his car smash, he chose not to contact either of them.
They may have been three old Daddy friends, but the thought of receiving sympathy from them was something that didn’t appeal to Max at all. He wanted to be treated as an equal, and the idea that his buddies might pity him was too difficult to handle.
But rather than get too down on things, Max decided to put his best foot forward and party just like he did back in the day.
‘The old Princeford gang back together!’ Max declared as he approached the table.
‘Looks like Max’s finally embraced the Daddy-side!’ Michael roared, much to Harrison’s delight.
‘Hell yeah!’ Harrison bellowed. ‘And about time. I’ve never seen a more natural Daddy in my fucking life. Excluding myself, of course.’
Max grinned.
But before Max had the chance to sit down, both Michael and Harrison were off their feet and the three of them were part of one big, musclebound bearhug.
It felt great.
Max immediately felt at ease and knew for sure that neither Harrison nor Michael thought any less of him despite the recent downturn in his fortunes. This is what true friendship felt like and Max felt sure that this was going to be a superb night.
After finishing the extended bearhug, the three Daddies clambered back into their booth.
All three of them were pretty much the same age, and all three looked great for their forty-four or thereabouts years on the planet.
Harrison was blessed with the kind of natural tan and darkly brooding eyes that would make any guy, young or old, swoon. Not only that, but his body was looking in extra-good shape having recently completed a bootcamp with his new personal trainer.
Michael was lucky to be in possession of the kind of cheekbones that a 90s supermodel would kill for. But with his blue eyes, black hair, and rugged stubble he was definitely as masculine as you could get.
All in all, the three of them would definitely have ticked many a guy or girl’s fantasy checklist when it came to their looks. But it wasn’t just the superficial looks side of things that made the three of them so attractive. It was their swagger too.
As they began to drink and make merry, Michael noticed that they were getting some attention from a bunch of cute boys over on another booth…
‘Shall I call them over?’ Michael said. ‘Oh, no. Wait. Max’s taken now…’
Max rolled his eyes.
This was merely a rouse from Michael to get him talking about Channing.
Max was wise to Michael’s game but decided to play along anyhow.
‘Yeah, I am taken as a matter of fact,’ Max said, proudly. ‘So if you guys want to go and flirt with those boys over there, you’re welcome to. But I’ll be parking my ass here and focusing on sinking these God damn phenomenal beers.’
Harrison and Michael laughed and the three men high-fived.
‘Bro, it’s so good to hear you say that,’ Harrison said. ‘I’m actually kind of jealous. But in a good way. You deserve it. Seriously, bro.’
‘Thanks man,’ Max replied, his heart warmed by Harrison’s sincere words. ‘I know we haven’t hung out in a while. Life’s been… complicated. But it feels so good to be sitting here shooting the shit with you both.’
‘The feeling is mutual,’ Michael said. ‘I think this is the first time all three of us have been together in… a year?’
‘Yup. Time flies,’ Harrison replied, toasting his beer bottle. ‘To good friends. And cute, peach-butted boys!’
The three friends toasted and continued on discussing a variety of topics from the playoffs, to Channing, to Michael’s plans for his investment business, and back around to Channing again…
‘So you think it could last this time?’ Michael said, arching his eyebrow. ‘I know how you’ve always felt about commitment.’
‘I think it could be my time to settle down and become a house cat,’ Max said. ‘Or, House Daddy. Whatever. Well, I’m more of a dog guy anyhow but you know what I mean.’
‘I’ve been having similar thought about myself,’ Harrison said, a wistfulness in his voice. ‘I guess I just haven’t met my Channing yet.’
‘Guys, can I just clear one thing up?’ Max said, knowing that he just had to get something off his chest. ‘The only reason I didn’t call one of you up to stay with when I had my difficult moment recently was…’
‘It’s fine bro, I get it,’ Michael said, attempting to spare Max a difficult conversation. ‘No need to explain.’
‘No, I want to,’ Max said. ‘I guess I just felt a real sting of pride. You know, both of you guys are doing so well. And we hadn’t been in touch for a minute either. I guess I just didn’t want you to see me on such a downer.’
‘Bro, it’s all good,’ Harrison said, putting his hand on Max’s shoulder. ‘We’d have been here for you one hundred percent. But you chose Channing, and that’s cool too. It’s all good. Seriously.’
Max felt a huge sense of relief.
It felt good to have got that off his chest and as the three men sunk another premium imported beer, Max realized that the person he owed his newfound happiness to was Channing.
It would soon be time to head on home and see what Channing had been up to with his friends.
But for now, there was still the question of who was going to be crowned the new pool champion between Max, Michael, and Harrison.
Things were about to get seriously competitive…
* * *
Max paid the Uber driver and made sure to give him a decent tip too.
‘Have a great evening,’ Max said as the Uber driver drove off into the night. ‘I think mine might be about to get even better.’
Having worked hard and hustled for many years, Max always like to show his appreciation to service workers and cab drivers. Knowing how hard they worked, and how often they would have other dreams and hustles on the side made Max want to give as generously as he could.
Of course, Max wasn’t exactly flush with money in that moment, but he still made sure that the Uber driver had enough of a tip to drive away with a smile on his face. It was just the kind of giving, generous guy Max was.
Yes, Max’s generosity had gotten him in trouble in the past, but Max couldn’t help doing someone else a good deed. It was simply how he was hardwired.
As Max approached the apartment from the outside, he could see the warm glow of Channing’s apartment through the partially shut blinds.
Channing knew that Max was on his way home and had made a point of saying that his friends Tommy and Rick would be gone by the time that Max got back.
This had made Max wonder…
Is Channing trying to tell me something?
I’m not sure what to expect.
I think there might be some fun and games in store…
Max’s suspicions proved to be correct too. Instead of going right into the apartment building, Max walked over to the window of Channing’s ground floor apartment. Taking care to ensure that there was no one passing on the street, Max leaned in and peered through the cracks in the blinds.
‘Holy shit,’ Max muttered, his pupils dilating and his cock growing at triple-speed. ‘The boy’s a damned freak. And I’m one hundred percent here for it.’
Max watched with great interest and even greater arousal as he spied a fully naked Channing walk around the living room with his erect cock bouncing up and down and from side to side.
As far as Max was concerned, this was the perfect sight to be met with on his return from The Lion's Roar.
This is fucking hot as hell.
Channing is finally embracing his wild side.
But what’s the boy got in store for me next?
Max continued to watch on as Channing turned away from the window and began flexing and popping his butt cheeks, provocatively then dropping down to the floor and making his booty bump and grind.
As incredible as the show was, it was taking a ton of discipline on Max’s part to not storm into the apartment and totally ravish Channing.
But Max knew that this was Channing’s fantasy, and it was only right that Channing got to play out his kink in exactly the way that he wanted.
Max’s dick was stretching out the front of his jeans and making a prominent tent, but Channing showed no signs of slowing down.
To Max’s delight, he watched as Channing turned to face Max and began to stroke his dick.
Slowly at first, but then increasing the speed, Channing began to pump his dick with one hand and pull on his nipples with the other. This was hotter than any peep show that Max had ever seen, and he’d certainly seen a few during his European travels over the years.
Keep fucking going.
Jerk that lubed up dick.
Show me what a bad boy you are…
Max was getting more and more excited himself, and as his own dick seemed to edge closer to climax, he could see that Channing was heading in the same direction too.
‘Oh hell, what’s he about to do now?’’ Max said, his heart beating hard as he watched Channing reach onto the coffee table and pick up a bright pink suction cup dildo. ‘I really don’t need to ask…’
Max watched as Channing slathered the butt plug in lube and then slowly eased his ass down onto it.
The sight of Channing bouncing up and down on the dildo was all that Max could take, and he felt himself shooting his hot load into his tight, black Calvin Klein shorts.
It didn’t take too much longer before Channing was orgasming either. It was like they were both working in synchronicity, even though they were on either side of the building wall.
Max marveled at the sight of Channing’s bouncing on the long, thick dildo to ensure that every drop of cum was drained from his manhood. Max was satisfied himself, but the idea of how satisfied Channing must have been by putting on this show was what truly pleased Max.
Channing was loosening up and being wild in a way that Max never truly believed was possible. Max was loving this new, looser version of Channing and felt proud to be playing a part in Channing’s evolution.
The only question was, how long would this change last?