SANDY STARE
It was supposed to be just a chill overnight trip. My son turned 23, so I rented a villa by the beach for him and his close buddies from the university. They were all tall, buff, cocky jocks. The kind who strutted around shirtless and girls instantly noticed.
I wore my plain white swim boxers. Just dad stuff. I grilled, I cleaned up, I stayed in the background.
But one of my son’s friend, a muscular one wearing tight blue speedos, kept staring at me.
At first I thought I was imagining it, but it kept happening.
When I was bending to grab more beers. His eyes were on me.
When I walked out of the water, dripping. I felt it. And deep down, I knew what that look was.
Later that night, everyone else was passed out from drinking. I went to the beach alone. The moon was bright, the waves calm. I stepped into the water, just to swim, clear my head. Then I heard splashes.
It was him. Blue speedos. Coming right to me.
“You couldn’t sleep?” I asked, voice shaking a little.
He smirked. “Nah. Thought maybe you’d be out here.”
My heart raced. We swam close, shoulders brushing. Then he looked right at me and said, “You know I’ve been watching you all day, right?”
I swallowed hard. “Yeah… I noticed.”
“Good,” he whispered. Then he leaned in, and suddenly his mouth was on mine. Saltwater, heat, teeth clashing a little. My hands went to his shoulders, then down his back. His hands grabbed my waist, pulling me tighter against him. Our bodies were sandy but its friction could not match the heat from our bodies.
We stumbled to the pool, half-laughing, half-gasping, still kissing. The water splashed as he pressed me against the side. “God, I wanted this,” he muttered, grinding his body against mine.
I groaned, my fingers digging into his back. “This is crazy… I’m your friend’s dad.”
He just grinned. “So? You’re hot as fuck.”
We didn’t stop. We moved out of the pool, dripping, to the shadows behind a big rock by the shore. There, it got rough. Hungry. There, he pushed me against it, and we went at it harder, rougher, both of us breathing like animals. He fucked my ass with all of the young vigor he had.
It was supposed to be our secret. But then I heard laughter. Shadows moved. I looked up and saw them—his friends. My son’s friends. Standing there, still in their swim trunks, some with beers in hand. They had caught us.
Then suddenly I heard voices. Laughter. I froze.
Three of them were standing there. My son’s other buddies. All in their trunks, beers still in hand. They had caught us.
“Holy shit,” one of them said, smirking. “Knew something was up.”
The other elbowed him. “Told you he wasn’t just a regular dad.”
They weren’t mad. They weren’t even shocked. They were grinning, eyes darting between me and the friend inserted in me, smirks plastered on their faces.
The last one chuckled, shaking his head. “Damn. Now that’s a birthday weekend.”
I stood there, heart pounding, wet and breathless. My secret out, their smirks burning into me. Like they understood. Like maybe they’d been expecting it all along.
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