Hank led Jeff to a deck chair and handed him a tall Budweiser after popping the top. As Jeff lowered himself into the chair, he adjusted it to watch Charlie. He found himself being scrutinized by Hank. The bearded man had turned his own chair to face Jeff.
In the better lighting of their new location, Jeff got a clearer view of the other man. The bearded man wore only a speedo bathing suit. Jeff would never consider wearing such a suit, but Hank could pull off the look just fine. The big man’s arms and chest were muscular. His waist was narrow, so he looked a bit like a superhero, a hairy superhero to be sure, given his bushy beard and copious chest hair.
The same motif continued with Hank’s thighs, which bulged with muscles. A glance showed the superhero description applied to another bulge, this one where it really mattered. It looked huge, and it wasn’t hard yet.
Hank splayed himself and briefly grabbed his groin as if sensing Jeff’s glance. He did it without saying a word, but his eyes and smile seemed to say something.
Jeff took a few gulps of beer while trying to figure it out. He began talking to get rid of the awkwardness of the situation. Always good at small talk, Jeff tried to get to know his neighbor. For a while, Hank responded with short noncommittal answers and comments. The conversation soon languished for lack of genuine interest on Hank’s part.
Jeff’s unanswered questions included: How long had they been at this motel? Did they like it? What did Hank do for a living? Was Charlie going to college? Was Hank married? There were many more.
Hank just sat silently sipping from the can, smiling all the while. Jeff, too fell silent once he realized that his questions wouldn’t be answered.
Charlie came up behind her father and draped her arms over his broad shoulders. Her chin rested on his buzz-cut head. Jeff decided she looked cute rather than beautiful. She gazed into Jeff’s eyes and said softly, “Daddy, be nice to him. I have to get ready for my date.” Hank turned his face upward, and Charlie gave his forehead a chaste kiss.
As her footsteps retreated, Hank called to her, “Make sure to crack the curtain a little.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Jeff could have slapped himself for paying attention to Hank when he had the chance to look at Charlie. Now she was gone, and he was here with Hank, who was busy studying him.
“I have a fucking question for you, Jeff,” Hank said at last. “Do you want to fuck my daughter?”
“What?” Jeff couldn’t believe he heard correctly.
“You fucking heard me. Do you want to stick your fucking dick in her tight pussy?” Hank asked. This time he reached down to rub the bulge in his suit.
“Well …,” Jeff temporized. Until Hank asked the question, Jeff hadn’t thought about having sex with Charlie. Now that the question came up, the thought of sex with the slender young woman loomed large in his mind.
“Don’t fuck with me, Jeff. My girl saw it in your fucking eyes,” said the bearded man. “Would you fucking ease it in her nice and gentle? Or would you fucking shove it in fast and hard?” The bulge in his suit showed signs of growing.
“She has beautiful blue eyes,” Jeff admitted.
“Wait until you see her fucking titties. You’ll fucking forget her eyes. That’s for fucking sure.” Hank shut his eyes as if seeing his daughter’s breasts in his mind.
This allowed Jeff to watch the man’s swollen cock appear from under the speedo without too much embarrassment. The crown flared so that its ridge overhung the long thick shaft. Brutish was the word that came to mind. He couldn’t take his eyes from the sight.
“She can fucking take it,” Hank said. “You wouldn’t think a tight cunt like Charlie could, but once she is fucking wet enough, she fucking can.”
“You mean …,” Jeff started to ask.
“Ah, fucking shit! I guess I let the fucking cat out of the fucking bag. Yeah, I fuck her. Every fucking day. She can’t get enough of this,” Hank said, taking hold of his hard monster prick.
Jeff looked up into the man’s face and saw the smile there. “Ha, ha, ha. You almost had me there,” Jeff laughed. He knocked back a giant slug of Bud before adding, “I get it though, if she was my daughter, I’d want to fuck her too.”
“Have you fucked your daughter yet, or do you just fucking fantasize about it?” Hank asked slyly.
This question blindsided Jeff. He didn’t mention her when he rambled on earlier. At least, he didn’t think so. Maybe when he asked if Charlie was going to college, he said something about Karen. That was precisely the sort of over-friendly thing, which made his ex-wife angry. ‘How do you know you can trust a total stranger with that information?’ he heard her often-repeated question screaming in his head.
“My daughter, Karen, is gorgeous … but how did you know I had one?” Jeff asked to get it straight in his mind.
“Call it a fucking lucky guess. Have you fucked her?”
“Of course not. That’s something only perverts do,” answered Jeff.
“Fuck. So, you beat off to fucking fantasies,” Hank sighed as he gave his hardon a few good stokes. “It is normal for a dad to get fucking turned on by their girl. If she wears a sexy outfit, a fucking bikini, or a fucking cheerleader uniform. Or when you see her in her fucking prom dress. Fuck, I remember Charlie in hers.”
“It showed more of Karen than I wanted the boys to see, that’s for sure.” Jeff reached down to adjust his swelling cock. The cleavage displayed by Karen’s prom dress remained indelibly imprinted in his memory. He envied Hank’s easy access outfit, not that he would look as good in a speedo as Hank.
“Hank!” came a shout from the edge of the patio.
“Over here, Ralph! Just getting to fucking know my new neighbor,” Hank called back.
To Jeff’s surprise, up walked the older man from the office who checked him in. The old man nodded a greeting to Jeff.
“I doubt it’ll take long tonight. She teased me all day, popping into the office in that damn bikini. She needs someone to keep her busy on weekdays. Not that I’m complaining, I’m just saying,” the man said. Jeff and Ralph watched Hank’s hand stroking up and down the length of hard cock.
“Give her your fucking best, and most of all, have a fucking fun date,” Hank told the old man.
The old man walked away, shaking his head, muttering, “If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I’d say it wouldn’t fit.”
“That is Charlie’s hot date,” the bearded man said matter-of-factually when the old man was out of sight.
“What?!?” Jeff was flummoxed by the news. He’d expected a young hot college-aged stud, or maybe even a seductive nubile coed. The thought of an old geezer taking the splendid Charlie out made him ill.
“He is nimble for a fucking old fuck,” Hank explained. The hairy man stood up, towering above Jeff. “Let’s take this fucking party inside. Bring the fucking beer with you.” He turned and began walking away.
“You could say please,” Jeff whispered as he picked up the three unopened beers. As Hank disappeared around the corner, the question, ‘What have I gotten myself into?’ ran through his mind.
Jeff rounded the corner of the building and didn’t see Hank anywhere. What he did see disturbed him much. A light came from the open door of his room. “What the hell?” he said aloud. The door should have been closed and locked. He didn’t unlock it before checking out the pool.