Perfect Daddy at Fifty-One: Forty-Seven Duology, #3

By Nora Phoenix

At fifty-one, Frank has all but given up hope to find love again…until he meets Leif.

 

The internet-famous star is everything Frank could possibly want in a man: he's sweet, sexy, and feisty. The problem? He's literally half as old as Frank.

 

Frank is determined to stay away from Leif. Even if his age isn't an issue, his HIV status is.

 

But Leif has different plans. When Frank rescues him from a situation that could've gone horribly bad, he decides he needs a Daddy…and he wants Frank to apply for the job.

 

Perfect Daddy at Fifty-One is a sweet, sexy, and short (18k) Daddy-boy story without age play. It's connected to the Forty-Seven Duology but can be read on its own.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nora Phoenix
• Release date: Oct 10, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223287452

Book preview

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FRANK

Ihate Thanksgiving. I didn't use to, as a child. My mom always loved to cook, and she made every holiday into something special. But now Thanksgiving only holds painful memories. They say time heals all wounds, but that's only true to a certain degree. I’d say it soothes, not heals. The pain of losing Michael the day after Thanksgiving has grown less over the years, but on days like this, I feel it as sharply as I did twenty years ago.

But I can't give into it. It doesn't help. Whether I give into the grief and allow myself a good bawling session or not, it doesn't lessen the pain. I understand some people do feel better after a good crying fit, but I'm not one of them. It only wears me out, leaving me exhausted, so why bother?

At least I don't have to spend the whole day by myself. Sometimes, I fly out to California to be with my parents on holidays, but this year, I couldn't get off from work. That's the downside of being an ICU nurse. I don't have a lot of flexibility in my schedule. Things would be easier if my parents lived closer, but they prefer California's heat over Florida's. I can't say that it feels much different to me, but whatever makes them happy. When you're in your seventies, you've earned the right to live wherever the fuck you want.

Usually, not spending Thanksgiving with my parents would mean I'd be alone, but not today. When I ran into Kinsey in the gym this morning, he invited me over to spend the day with him, Ben, and Ben's roommate, Leif. I like Kinsey. When we first met, a couple of months ago, I had the brief hope that he and I might become more than friends. After all, he is only three years younger than me, and with him being a doctor, I figured we'd have a lot in common.

Not that I even pegged him as gay until he came out to me. In fact, my gaydar didn't even so much as bleep, and that doesn't happen to me often. I've been out and proud pretty much my whole life, thanks to my very understanding and liberal hippie parents, and over the years, I've honed my gaydar to perfection. Or at least, I thought so. In my defense, Kinsey had only just come out as gay after being married to a woman for a long time.

But alas, he's now with Ben, one of the trainers at Fun & Fit, the gym I belong to. And after seeing them together, I'm not surprised. Holy shit, the sparks between the two of them were almost literally visible. Despite the age gap between them, which has to be twenty years or so, I have no doubt they'll make it. With some couples, you just know, and they’re one of them. The connection between them is so tangible, so real, that they belong together.

I'm okay with it. Kinsey and I would never have fit together, I later realized, and I'm happy to have him as a new friend. He's one of the few people who knows about my past, about Michael and me being HIV positive. Not that I'm ashamed of that, but I don't advertise it either. Things may have changed for younger generations, but I grew up in a time when HIV was considered a death sentence, and the stigma attached to it was huge. People were afraid to shake someone's hands if they knew that person was HIV positive. Those experiences are impossible to erase from my memory, and they've made me cautious.

Kinsey, however, doesn't care. Maybe it's because he's a doctor, or at least, he used to be, having worked in a busy ER for a long time. When I told him, his reaction was nothing but empathy and understanding, which is always a relief. Trust me, you never know how people will react. I've met people who I would've put money on that they would've understood who reacted horribly, and vice versa.

I'm grateful Kinsey invited me. I need the company, today more than ever. Watching Kinsey and Ben being happy together might not be an easy thing, but I'll get over it. I've been rooting for them, so that helps. And maybe Ben's sexy roommate will prove to be a pleasant distraction.

Leif is half my age and the sexiest twink I’ve ever seen in my life. He's five foot eight at the most, with a slender build but an ass that was made to be fucked. Pardon my crude expression. Seriously, it's the most luscious, round, peach-perfect ass ever.

How do I know this in such detail? The boy has an OnlyFans channel, and hell, yes, I'm subscribed to it. He invites men to his house to fuck him, then records it—with their permission, of course—and puts it up on his channel.

It's my single most favorite porn account. Not kidding, I must've watched each session at least two or three times and certain epic ones a hell of a lot more than that. There's something mesmerizing about that perfect bubble butt taking a big cock, and believe me, he can accommodate the biggest ones. The boy is a horny little beast in bed and a size queen to boot.

I've debated more than once applying for a session, but I've never followed through on it. Not that I'm afraid I don't have something to offer. My body is in great shape considering my age, and I've been gifted with a sizable tool that would more than do the job. But it's that pesky HIV status that keeps me from contacting