Summary: A fifty-four-year-old psychiatrist in Phoenix, recently divorced after a long marriage, creates a profile on a hookup app to explore new connections. He receives interest from several younger men, including a twenty-four-year-old law student from Portugal. After exchanging messages and a phone call, the student drives to the psychiatrist’s home. They share an evening together that includes conversation, intimacy, and physical closeness before the student leaves. The encounter marks a shift for the psychiatrist as he adjusts to life on his own and begins seeing the student again. Mike woke up in the middle of the night on a Saturday. He realized he needed cock. Mike had been divorced from David for three years. David was the last man who had fucked him. David was more than the guy who hit the right spot. He was the man Mike came out with, his first and only gay relationship after both had been married to women for at least twenty years. David knew every inch of Mike, so Mike never went without. David never did either, since he wanted Mike’s throat and ass on a regular basis. When the two split up, Mike shut down to other men. The closeness they had could not be matched, he figured. He used toys and his hand for three years. That morning he decided to change things. He searched for apps and sites aimed at hookups and found Grindr. He opened an account to find someone. In his profile he wrote that he lived alone in his Phoenix house and wanted company. Profile Changes Hit Home “You’re new here,” Chris messaged. “You’re a hottie. What are you into?” Mike, a fifty-four-year-old psychiatrist, answered right away. “My profile states what I want,” he wrote. He said he wanted friends who liked getting head and fucking him sometimes. Chris, a slim twenty-two-year-old, thought the answer was too vague and asked for more details. “I suck cock, I eat ass, I like my tits sucked, my ass eaten and fucked,” Mike replied. Chris told him to put that in the profile instead of making people guess. Mike blocked the handsome blond but took the advice and rewrote his profile. He added his height, five-foot-eight, and weight, three hundred thirty pounds, feeling ashamed that he would get mocked for it. The site accepted the changes. Thirty minutes later he had twenty messages. “I love chunky men.” “I want to eat that fat ass.” “Fat guys turn me on so much.” Those were some of the notes from men within a hundred miles. Mike was surprised that so many skinny young guys liked a man his size. He could also say he was good-looking, an Italian-Portuguese mix with salt-and-pepper hair, blue eyes, and a neat beard. In his younger, thinner days his charm and looks had gotten him plenty of women. Marriage to Lauren, a cook and the mother of his two sons, had added the belly and butt that turned her off. Curiosity led him to men. He met David at a work event, and that was that. David had loved Mike’s stomach and ass, but Mike never expected another man to feel the same. “I’m a little over forty miles from you,” Tyler messaged. “You wanna hookup?” Mike stayed cautious. “You’re forty miles from me? That’s great,” he wrote, sounding sarcastic. “How would you get here? By bike?” He did not know Tyler was a twenty-four-year-old law student at Arizona State University. The Portuguese-born guy had seen the profile and felt drawn right away. Tyler looked like a football player, six-foot-three and two hundred forty pounds, the kind of man Mike would never admit he wanted. Mike decided to be a smartass to test him. Tyler typed, “Cara, eu vou mudar sua vida,” trying his native language. “So you speak one of my languages,” Mike answered, impressed. His sarcasm dropped. They talked easily. Tyler had lived in New York City after growing up in Portugal. He explained why he was in Tempe, and Mike found himself drawn to the smart, good-looking younger man. Drive Over Sparks Heat “Now lemme see your cock,” Mike said after a while. Tyler unlocked his photos. Mike’s eyes widened at the sight of the beautiful cock. “Beauty, brains, and cock,” he told him. They left the site once Mike gave his number. They talked on the phone. Mike melted at the sound of Tyler’s deep voice and accent. “I can come to you,” Tyler said. “Or you can come here, but it’s rather small.” He mentioned the one-bedroom apartment he shared with another student. “My roomie will be gone for three weeks,” he added. “There’s no roommate in my house. You can come here,” Mike replied. They agreed Tyler would drive over later that day. Mike got excited and cleaned the whole house. He had not sucked a dick or been fucked in over three years. He remembered how David used to feel inside him and wanted that again, more than any toy could give. Tyler would arrive in the late afternoon so both had time to finish whatever else they needed to do. Mike’s hands shook as he wiped counters. His mind flashed back to David’s thick cock stretching him open, the way sweat had slicked their bodies together on hot Georgia nights. Now he wanted that same raw stretch, that same deep thrust that made his toes curl and his voice crack. “Your profile popped up so fast. I knew I had to reach out to you,” Tyler said when he arrived. The well-dressed younger man towered over Mike as they hugged. Mike caught the scent of Tyler’s cologne and felt even more turned on. He let Tyler inside and closed the door. They stood looking at each other for two minutes, smiling, saying nothing. Mike finally spoke. “Beverage?” Tyler answered by reaching down, lifting Mike’s chin, and sticking out his tongue. Mike closed his eyes and caught it with his lips. They shared a wet kiss. Mike put his hands around Tyler’s waist while Tyler kissed him hard. Tyler slid his hands under Mike’s shirt and rubbed his hairy chest. He tugged on Mike’s nipples, something Mike had missed since David. “Direto ao ponto,” Tyler said. They both laughed. Mike took Tyler’s hand and led him down the hall. Tyler admired the house as they walked. Mike turned into his bedroom, then went into the private bathroom. Tyler stripped and lay in the middle of the California king bed. He grabbed the remote, turned on the TV, and found ESPN. Mike came out naked, smiling, and crawled onto the bed. They kissed briefly. Mike ran his fingers over Tyler’s smooth, caramel chest and sucked his tongue. After five minutes Mike moved onto all fours. “Back that ass up, papa,” Tyler told him. Mike did. Tyler spread Mike’s hairy cheeks, saw the big balls hanging and the slim pink hole, then licked the small circle. Mike took Tyler’s curved eight-inch cock into his mouth, working from the pink head down to the thick base surrounded by brown pubes. He moaned around the shaft while Tyler’s tongue worked deep. David had rimmed him, but never like this. Tyler licked and sucked Mike’s balls too. Mike pulled away, focused only on sucking the cock that would soon be inside him. “Fat ass tastes good,” Tyler said. Mike kept going. Tyler put a hand on the back of Mike’s head and pushed him deeper. Mike took it. “You fuck me,” Mike whispered when he stopped. “I’ll fuck you. Fuck you real good, papa,” Tyler answered. “Why don’t you hop on and ride it?” Mike hesitated. Tyler reminded him he lifted over four hundred pounds regularly. Mike grabbed lube from the nightstand, coated Tyler’s cock, then added more to his own ass. He stood, tried to squat, and Tyler took his hands. Mike lowered himself, felt the head slip in, and his eyes widened. Tyler smiled at the tight heat around his shaft. He moved his hips and reached up to rub Mike’s hairy tits. “Fat cock you got,” Mike said. He stayed still, holding Tyler’s hands on his nipples, getting used to the girth. Tyler let go with one hand and started stroking Mike’s cock. That made Mike start to move. “Oh baby. Oh baby, yes,” Mike said as he rocked. Tyler kept stroking and slapped Mike’s ass. Mike rode harder. They spoke dirty Portuguese while Tyler drove up into him. Mike sweated heavily but kept going. The slap of skin on skin filled the room. Tyler’s thick shaft dragged against Mike’s prostate with every bounce, sending sparks up his spine. Tyler told him to lie back. Mike did, legs over Tyler’s shoulders. Tyler fucked deep and steady. Mike cried out with every thrust. Tyler loved how Mike’s hole gripped him. Mike came again and again. “Baby, please don’t stop,” he begged. Tyler pounded faster. Mike could not stay quiet. David felt far away. Tyler groaned and came deep inside him. When he finished he leaned down and kissed Mike. “That was wonderful,” Mike said. They kissed once more. Tyler pulled out and lay beside him. Mike, cum leaking from his ass, curled against Tyler. They fell asleep. Tyler woke later, dressed quietly, and left while Mike snored. Mike woke on his own as night fell. The TV was still on. He smelled Tyler on the comforter, gripped it for a moment, then texted a thank-you. This was his new normal: single, with cravings that could be met easily. Tyler came over again two weeks later and kept his promise. Mike carried on as a new single man in Phoenix.