The Divorce Dads Club

Blake was a fairly recent addition to the "Divorced Dads Club." At thirty-six, he never really planned on joining the "Club," as he would call it, a euphemism that took a little of the sting out of his failed marriage.

Blake had always followed the rules. An average student in high school, he made his way to a mid-tier college, and then a nondescript cubicle job. He met his now-ex, Lois, at a Friday happy hour. She also worked a cubicle job at a nearby company. They hit it off and while there truly had never been sparks of excitement between them, they got along in most respects. They married, saved a couple of bucks, bought a house, and then had their sons, Matt and Garrett. Life revolved around the kids. Most of the conversation between Blake and Lois centered on the kids, dividing their weekends between birthday party duties, the kids' sports, and weekly errands. Blake felt that he and Lois had become strangers, but he told himself that's how marriage goes. He had no idea how unhappy Lois had been until she told him that she wanted a divorce. He suggested counseling, but Lois admitted that she had been in therapy for months. She was pissed that he had never bothered to ask where she was going, and even her therapist agreed that it was time to call it quits. Truth be told, even Blake agreed there was not much of a marriage left worth fighting for.

The divorce itself was amicable, well, as amicable as a divorce can be. Blake and Lois had few assets and worked together well enough to share custody of the boys. Within a few months, life settled into a new "normal," shuttling Matt and Garrett between new, smaller homes and dividing the kids' weekend activities between them. At first, it felt weird, but Blake got used to being a single dad. Soon he would recognize other divorced dads at open school nights or youth soccer games. They would share small talk about work or whatever, passing the time awkwardly, each hoping his kid would not be the one who got stuck in the ball pit at the umpteenth open gym birthday party. After a while, the single dads became a kind of club of themselves. They would greet each other with a sigh of relief, happy that they would not have to pass the time staring at their phones, pretending to look busy.

Dan was also a new member of the "Club." His divorce was not the product of complacency like Blake's, but the result of a night of Jagermeister-fueled bad decisions at the office Christmas party, which ended with a severance package and a brand new divorce to take a chunk out of it. He also had sons, each the same ages as Matt and Garrett. The boys were in the same classes in school and on the same soccer teams. Blake and Dan became casual friends. They would chat during the games and then take all the kids for pizza or wings after.

One rainy weekend with no birthday parties to attend and soccer games rained out, Blake gave Dan a call. The boys were getting stir crazy and driving him nuts. He figured that perhaps a playdate would be a perfect way to salvage the washed-out weekend. He dialed Dan.

"Hey. What's going on? You and the kids find something to do?"

"No. I wish. They are climbing the walls in this apartment. What about you?"

"Same. How about you guys come over. They can watch movies or play video games. We'll order some pizza and I've got a fridge full of beer. Just a change of scenery."

"You serious? You had me sold at the fridge full of beer. We'll be over in a half an hour."

Dan and his crew arrived as promised. The boys played hours of video games and had themselves a cartoon movie marathon, complete with pepperoni pizza and a soda pop sugar high. Dan and Blake sat and watched some golf on TV and finished off the beer. Before they knew it, it was eight-thirty. Dan looked at his watch and stood up shakily.

"Shit. It's late. We better get going," Dan slurred.

Blake felt a buzz of his own, but was sober enough to know that Dan driving home was a terrible idea.

"Dan, you are not in any condition to drive home now. Besides, the boys are fine and quiet for a change. Just crash here tonight and head home in the morning."

"Yeah, maybe that's a good idea. Let's tell the boys, we're having a sleepover. And then we can figure out what else you've got to drink."

As expected, the boys cheered at the idea of a sleepover and after a bit of negotiation, Blake and Dan got everyone into sleeping bags and soon the boys were all fast asleep.

Dan slumped back onto the couch and Blake headed into the kitchen. After rustling around a while, he found what he was looking for, pulling a bottle of bourbon out of the back of the pantry, somewhere behind the Pop Tarts and boxes of mac and cheese.

"Look what I found," Blake announced triumphantly. "I have no idea if it is any good."

Dan perked right up. "Who gives a shit if it is any good. It's booze, isn't it?," he laughed.

Blake grabbed a couple of juice glasses from the cupboard and sat next to Dan. He poured out two generous glasses. Blake and Dan drank and talked. Both bemoaned their plights as single dads, mostly talking shit about the other parents. Before long, the bottle was nearly empty.

Dan sat straighter on the couch as if he was about to say something profound. "You know what I hate most about divorce? Me and my wife never had a ton of sex after the kids came. But, fuck, what I would not give for a halfway-decent blow job."

Even in his alcohol-haze, Blake felt Dan's words, maybe even more than he expected. Hearing his friend reminded him of a memory he thought he had forgotten long ago. It was typical, teenage experimentation. Blake and his then-best friend, Mikey, had been watching porn, drinking beer and complaining about their love lives, or lack thereof. Mikey was way more buzzed than Blake and announced loudly, "I need a fucking blow job."

Teenage Blake laughed. "You don't care from who?"

Mikey stammered, "I don't care who sucked my dick, I just need to cum so badly. I wouldn't care if it was you sucking me."

His inhibitions lowered, Blake responded, "Really?"

A very drunk Mikey responded, "Yeah, really. It wouldn't be gay or anything if you just sucked me off. Just helping a buddy. I wouldn't tell anyone."

"OK."

"OK?!? Really? You would do that for me?"

"Just helping a buddy, right? You won't say a word."

"Promise."

With that, Mikey opened his jeans and pulled out his dick. Blake knelt in front of him and took Mikey's cock in his hand. He was already hard. Even drunk, Blake felt conflicted. What did I get myself into, he thought. Sure, I had a fantasy or two, but why didn't I just keep my mouth shut.

Blake closed his eyes, gulped hard, and opened his mouth. He could feel Mikey's fingers running through his curly brown hair as he took that cock in. Slowly, Blake began to suck, moving up and down, taking him in deeper each time. Even now, years later, Blake had no idea how long it lasted. He just remembered bobbing up and down on Mikey's dick, until he could feel his friend's body stiffen. With a low groan, Mikey erupted deep into Blake's mouth. His cock twitched and spasmed, spurting over and over. The first spurts shocked Blake, hitting the back of his throat. But to his surprise, it was not really gross. To be honest, he kind of liked it. Mikey's cum was thick and warm, mild tasting. Blake kept sucking until he felt Mikey's cock begin to soften. He swallowed hard, feeling the thick, gooey liquid as it moved down his throat. Blake enjoyed it, but was afraid to show how much. "That was fuckin' gross."

True to his word, Mikey never said a word to anyone and neither ever mentioned it again. But, now, years later, hearing a new friend, equally drunk, exclaim his need for a blow job made Blake remember everything. He felt a shiver of excitement come over him. Whatever drunken haze he had felt disappeared immediately. Blake got up and checked on the kids. All asleep. He came back in and sat down next to Dan.

Although drunk, Dan was aware enough to realize what he had said. "Sorry, man. I know that was way too much information. I must be drunker than I thought."

"It's OK, really," Blake answered, smiling. He reached between Dan's legs and started to rub his crotch. He could feel Dan spring to life, the bulge in his jeans getting bigger, straining. Dan's eyes shot open wide in shock, but he did not object. Fuck, he thought, that felt so good.

Blake watched Dan's reaction. Comfortable that it was OK, Blake allowed himself to let go. This time, there were no conflicting thoughts. He had always done the right thing and for what? Now, he was divorced and free to do what he wanted to do for a change. Blake slid his hand up under the paunch of Dan's little "dad bod" belly and unbuttoned Dan's jeans, sliding the zipper down slowly. Leaning over, Blake pulled the waistband of Dan's boxers down, freeing his cock. He inhaled Dan's musky scent. Just as he did with his friend, Mikey, years earlier, Blake closed his eyes, gulped hard and took Dan's cock into his mouth. But this time, he was not afraid to let on that he enjoyed it. He slid his tongue over the head of Dan's dick, swirling around it. Then, he closed his lips around Dan and began to suck him deeply. He moved his head up and down slowly, taking it in, inch by inch, going deeper each time. He ran his lips down Dan's shaft and then clinged to it as he slid up. Again, he swirled over the large, round head, this time, tasting the first mild sweet, clear drops of precum. Each time, Blake took more into his mouth, sliding down until he felt the head press against the back of his throat. He took a deep breath through his nose and pushed down, feeling Dan's cock push into his throat until he felt Dan's coarse pubic hair against his lips.

Dan began to moan. OMG, this is the best blow job I've ever felt, he thought. He slid his fingers through Blake's hair, a little thinner but still curly, and began to push him down to meet his own thrusts. The sounds of Blake sucking his cock were incredible. He began to fuck Blake's mouth harder and faster.

Blake understood his lover's urgency and aggression. He could feel Dan's body tightening. Then, in a convulsion, Dan erupted. He grabbed Blake's head and pulled it tight, emptying his balls into Blake's warm mouth. Spurt after spurt, he shot his cum deep into Blake's mouth. Months of frustration disappeared as he literally drained himself into that willing mouth. Blake gagged a little from the sheer force of Dan's orgasm, but swallowed everything. It felt so good to taste that familiar taste again.

After he finished, Blake stood up, licking the remnants of Dan's cum from the sides of his mouth. He took Dan by the hand and led him to his own bedroom. Neither said a word. No words were necessary. Dan watched as Blake locked the door and then walked into the bathroom. After a minute or two, Blake emerged, holding a small tube of lube, a leftover in his travel case from the last trip he took with Lois. Blake looked at Dan and spoke in a low whisper, "I want you to fuck me."

In that instant, Dan did not hesitate. He wanted, no, he needed, to fuck him. They both stood in front of each other and undressed without shame or embarrassment. Dan was a little older, taller and heavier with a broad barrel chest and a stubbly beard he thought hid his double chin. Almost the opposite, Blake was slight, almost petite and nearly completely smooth. A wave of emotion swelled in Dan and he took the smaller man into his arms and kissed him as if he were kissing a woman. Blake felt this and surrendered, melting into his arms, and accepting Dan's kiss. They rolled backwards onto the bed, still in a lover's embrace. They kissed and caressed each other, finding a passion both had missed for years.

For the first time in years, Dan felt the energy of a teenager, springing hard again. Blake felt his lover's cock hard against him. Without a moment's hesitation, Blake rolled onto his back, lifting his legs until his knees nearly touched his chest. Dan moved to his knees and grabbed the lube from the bedside table. He coated his fingers and rubbed the gel over Blake's exposed anus. He pressed his finger in slowly. Blake moaned. Oh fuck, Dan thought, he is so fucking tight! Realizing this was going to be a first for both of them, Dan put a dollop of gel on his own dick, just for extra measure.

After propping a pillow under Blake's ass, Dan positioned himself between Blake's legs, lifting them onto his shoulders. He pressed the swollen head of his cock against Blake's pink rosebud and began to push. Blake felt the pressure against his hole and could feel Dan's cock pushing in and stretching him. He gasped at the tremendous pressure, wincing with the slight pain of a virgin. Dan continued to push until he felt a pop and his cock began to sink inside his friend's ass. He saw Blake's expression, a combination of arousal, nervousness and shock.

"Are you OK?," he asked.

Blake moaned, "OMG, yes. Fuck me, babe."

Dan continued to push, slowly plunging deeper. He moved gently until his cock disappeared completely inside of Blake. It felt incredible. Once inside fully, Dan held still, allowing Blake to get used to the feeling of a cock in him. Then, he began to move in and out slowly. Long, slow strokes. Blake's anus felt warm and tight, like nothing Dan had ever felt. Blake began to moan softly. The sounds of his love whimpers made Dan want him more and more. Dan picked up his pace, fucking harder and faster. Blake lost in his own tidal wave of emotions wrapped his arms around Dan's back and held on for dear life.

Dan found the perfect rhythm. He would speed up and then slow down. Each thrust was met by Blake pushing his ass onto him, taking Dan's cock deeper and deeper. Feeling himself getting closer, Dan began to fuck with complete abandon. As Dan fucked him hard, Blake felt himself start to tingle inside. The angle was perfect. Dan's cock bumped and slid against Blake's prostate, making the smaller man's tingles grow stronger and stronger.

"Oh, fuck me harder, please. I'm going to cum," Blake moaned.

With that, Dan could not hold back any longer. He fucked Blake with pure lust, driving hard into his lover. Faster and faster. Deeper and deeper. Blake's thin legs began to tremble and shake. Faster and faster. Both men felt their bodies tightening together. Dan drove his cock in hard and exploded. Blake responded, his own body shaking with an orgasm. His anus clenched around Dan's cock, milking it. Dan's eruption put Blake over the edge as he exploded all over his own chest and belly. Dan held him in a tight embrace until the shockwaves slowly began to recede. He pulled his softening cock out of Blake's ass, which was now bright red and swollen. The two men held each other in a lovers' embrace, panting hard until sleep overtook them both. The men slept together, skin against skin, arms and legs tangled together.

The early morning light streaming through the gaps in the blinds stirred Blake awake. As the haze of sleep faded, Blake realized that he had spent a glorious night of sex and then sleep with his friend. Dan's arm was still wrapped around him, holding him tight as his own. Fuck, Blake thought, this feels so right. He slid gently from underneath Dan's arm, facing his new lover. Looking down Dan's naked body, he fixed his gaze on Dan's half-swollen cock. He wanted it so badly. Silently, he slid down the bed until he was so close to Dan's cock that he could still still smell the faint scent of their sex. Without fear or embarrassment, he opened his mouth and took the head between his lips. Dan began to wake, a soft moan escaping his lips. His eyes fluttered open to watch Blake sucking him lovingly.

He whispered, "What a way to wake up. You are amazing."

"Mmhmm," Blake moaned, his mouth full with Dan's stiffening dick.

Knowing that the small apartment was soon to be awake, Blake understood that he did not have the luxury of time. He began to suck harder and faster. Dan understood as well, grabbing Blake by the back of his head. He began to thrust forward, fucking Blake's mouth. Blake accepted the mouth fucking with ease. He rolled onto his back and Dan pinned his shoulders with his knees and continued to fuck Blake's mouth harder. He could feel himself getting closer and closer very quickly.

A gentle knock at the door and then a twisting of the knob. Thankfully, Blake had the sense to lock the door. "Are you guys awake? We're hungry."

Dan paused for a second and then stammered, "Y-y-y-yeah. We're getting up. Take some cereal and milk. We'll be right there."

The fading pitter patter of small feet away from the door brought a sigh of relief. This bought Dan just a couple of minutes. He grabbed fistfuls of Blake's curls and began to rough fuck his lover's mouth. He could feel his orgasm swell from his balls. Blake felt it too as his lover's cock slammed into his throat. His eyes teared from the sheer force of begin mouth fucked.

"Urgghhhh." Dan moaned as he shook with a fierce orgasm.

Blake's eyes bulged open at the force of Dan's orgasm. Cum gushed into his greedy mouth. Where the fuck is all this cum coming from? He could hardly swallow it fast enough. Sperm oozed from the sides of his mouth and down his cheeks.

Lost in his orgasm, Dan continued to hump Blake's face until his balls were empty. He rolled off the bed and hastily began to throw his clothes on. He looked at his lover. Blake's eyes were bloodshot and cum dripped down his cheeks.

"Go get cleaned up. I'll take care of the troops," Dan whispered as he started towards the door. Then, he paused for just a second and turned back. He ran back to Blake and kissed him hard on the lips, tasting his own sperm for the first time.

"I love you. Now, get cleaned up. They won't be quiet for long."

Although stunned by Dan's words, Blake responded without delay, "I love you too."

Dan hurried out of the bedroom and Blake could hear his small apartment alive with noise. A few minutes later, he emerged clean and dressed. He and Dan shared lovers' glances as they made breakfast and got Dan and his kids ready to go. As the boy piled into the car, Dan lingered at the door.

Dan spoke first. "I drop them off at 3. What about you?"

"I meet Lois for the kid swap at the same time. Come back here for a "Club Meeting"? Let's say 4:30?"

"How about 3:45? I don't want to wait that long."

"Me neither." Blake smiled.

He watched his new lover drive off before closing the door. Man, I love this Club, he thought.