I lived in DC for grad school in my early 20s but I went to the gay bars in an upstate ny city during the holidays. I me5 a construction supervisor that looked a LOT like daddy, except his chest only had hair between his hars pecs and he had more hair up front, parted to the right. He was 42 and visited me nearly every weekend and bred me like crazy, after being tested. Ultimately, he wasn’t happy that I HAD to go out with one or another of my friend groups every Friday and Saturday, even though he usually held me from behind or around the waist the entire time we were out. He also let me have too much control, when I could have used (and found hot) more control over me. Ultimately, we started to have spats about going out and he broke uo with me because he didn’t think I was ready or looking for a serious relationship