He hurried to the door and peered in. Nothing appeared to be missing, but that changed when he looked under the bed. The laptop, his livelihood, was gone. He gave a loud groan of despair.
The toilet was flushed in the bathroom. Thinking it might be the burglar, Jeff rose to his feet to fight or flee.
“Ah, I fucking needed that,” sighed Hank as he came out of the bathroom. “Is there a fucking problem?” he asked.
“My laptop has been stolen. It has all my work files and all my links,” Jeff answered. “I have most of them backed up, but it will take time. I have deadlines to meet and -.”
Hank cut him off with a question, “Have you looked fucking everywhere?”
“I looked where I left it. Where else would it be?”
“Where I fucking put it, of course,” Hank replied with a shrug. The big man stepped across the alcove to the closet and reached up to the top shelf. As if by magic, he brought forth a laptop. “You hid it in the first fucking place thieves would fucking look. I did you a fucking favor by moving it.”
“Why? When? What the hell? Are you psycho?”
“I was fucking curious about my fucking neighbor, that’s all,” Hank replied.
Jeff noticed Hank was utterly naked. The hairy man’s cock remained erect but not as rock hard as before. Hank’s cleanly shaven groin area contrasted with the rest of his hairy body. Somehow it made the stiff rod and tightly nestled balls more erotic to Jeff.
“You like the fucking shaved look, don’t you? I do it for Charlie. Actually, she fucking does it for me.” Hank nonchalantly tossed the laptop onto the bed. He squeezed his cock with one hand and his balls with the other.
“How much do you fucking want to fuck my daughter?” asked the man with a lewd smile. The meaning of the expression was crystal clear.
“Are you nuts? Do you really expect me to suck you off?”
“I’ve seen your fucking browser history. I fucking know you fantasize about sucking cock.”
Anger and embarrassment rose inside Jeff in equal measure. The former for the privacy violation, and the latter for the truth of man’s statement. “What the hell? What gives you the right to go through my computer?” he asked angrily.
“Fuck, wouldn’t you make sure the fucking guy wanting to fuck your daughter was a fucking nice guy? Or at least not a fucking wacko?” He asked the questions as if the answer justified any and all methods.
“You are completely insane!”
“If it fucking makes you feel better, then okay, I’m fucking insane. But I fucking know you want her, and you’ll do fucking anything to fuck her.”
‘Bang, bang, bang… ‘
The noise came from the room next door. It was obviously the headboard knocking against the thin wall. The bangs repeated, but not in a steady rhythm. They came fast and frantic for a short interval, then slowed for a more extended period. Then the cycle began again.
“Ralph and Charlie are done with the fucking foreplay,” Hank observed.
“She’s having sex with him? I thought they were going on a date,” Jeff said.
“With Charlie, there’s no fucking difference.”
The lust Jeff felt for the slender girl remained alive, but barely. His misgivings about her crazy father outweighed any arousal. In fact, his cock had gone completely limp. Frankly, he feared for his safety. ‘Maybe it would be best to play along with him. If I can get through this, I can go someplace else,’ Jeff thought.
‘Bang, bang, bang, bang, … Slam!’
After the loud slam, silence fell over the room.
“Oh, grandpa!” a cheerful female voice called from the next room.
“No way!” exclaimed Jeff. “That can’t be for real.”
Hank just smiled. The hairy man sat on one of the chairs, spreading his muscular legs wide. He displayed his massive manhood proudly. The flared head looked like a rose-colored mushroom, beautiful in a strange way.
As Jeff knelt between the splayed legs, he told himself, ‘Humor him, and things will be fine.’
In his cock-sucking fantasies, Jeff always started by licking the tip of the head. After teasing it for a few minutes, he would run his tongue along the underside of the shaft. Only after slathering the balls until they glistened would he take the hot cock in his mouth.
The reality of his first experience of sucking cock turned out quite different. Instead of the coy teasing he envisioned, a big hand grabbed his head and forced his mouth onto the swollen knob. He managed to get a deep breath before the rod entered between his lips. It turned out to be a lucky thing because it was the last good breath he would get.
Hank didn’t give a damn for niceties like tongue teasing or even actual sucking. He forced Jeff’s head up and down on his hot prick as if it was a pumpkin with a hole in it. The head of the monster dong kept hitting the back of Jeff’s throat. Jeff was surprised he didn’t gag. However, his jaws ached within minutes, and he wished he could get some air.
That didn’t keep him from unzipping his pants to get at the boner trapped in there.
“How’s he doing?” The question came from Ralph standing at the open door.
Shame surged through Jeff to realize there was a witness to his ordeal.
“I’ve had fucking better and fucking worst. He’ll fucking learn,” Hank answered, giving a less than enthusiastic appraisal of Jeff’s cock-sucking abilities.
“She’s ready anytime you are. At least, I got her lubed up for you,” Hank stated.