My wife, Carleen, and I are enjoying the freedom that we have now that both of our kids are college graduates. No more conforming our schedules to match theirs. We can grab dinner out on a Wednesday night, go for a walk or play tennis on a Saturday morning and take a vacation during any time of the year. Because we had kids in our early twenties, we are still young enough to enjoy our reclaimed independence. Our sex life has never been better. When the mood strikes, there are no kids to halt the action.
Don't get me wrong, we love being parents and couldn't be more proud of our kids. We still enjoy spending time with them, which is why we invited them to take a beach vacation with us right after our daughter's college graduation in early May. That time of year is perfect. The air and water are warm, but the crowds are much smaller. The young families with kids are still in school and the snowbirds have already returned north. Especially after the year of COVID, this was going to be a much-needed break away from home.
Five years ago, I came out to Carleen that I was bisexual. She's been very accepting and while I haven't found a regular guy friend, she and I like to point out men we think have potential to be a fun addition to our sex life. As I mentioned, we had children right after college, so we are just now approaching 50. We both stay active, and I'd like to say we are in better shape than most people our age. I will jump on the gay dating apps occasionally and most guys have no idea how much of a true "daddy" I am.
My daughter, Maria, is flat out beautiful. She gets her looks from her mother. When we are out together as a family, I see all the guys checking her out. I still don't know if I should be flattered or angry and shoo away the horny boys. That's my baby girl! She has been dating a great guy for over 2 years now. His name is Jason, and he grew up not far from where we live.
Jason is a handsome young man. He's about 5'11" and fit, but not overly muscular. He has dark hair and piercing green eyes. Jason played soccer for most of his life, and he has the ass and quads of a soccer player, firm and strong. He works out daily, so his arms and chest match the lower body he developed during his soccer years. Jason has come along on weekend boating trips many times with us, and I always enjoy seeing him in his swim trunks. He has a distinct treasure trail that disappears under his waistband, and I always imagined what he might be packing below. The way his wet trunks cling to his manhood, I'm sure he's packing enough to keep my daughter happy.
Jason and I have a great relationship. I like to give him grief whenever I can, and he throws it right back at me. Sometimes I pretend to be offended or disrespected, but I think he can see right through me. Often after a lively exchange of words, I'll act like I'm staring him down, but really it just gives me an excuse to look into his green eyes for a long time and study his handsome face. He reciprocates and will stare right back at me. I often wonder if he's looking longingly, lustfully, just as I am. But he's my daughter's boyfriend and I never want to do anything to upset her, so I hold back any further investigation.
Because Jason is basically part of the family, we invited him along to our beach vacation. My older son was able to make the trip too, but his girlfriend was stuck at work, so it was just the five of us heading to Isle of Palms, outside of Charleston, South Carolina.
The rental house was about a block from the ocean but was equipped with a private pool and hot tub. Our first afternoon in Isle of Palms we spent relaxing on the beach before coming back to the house to hang by the pool. We ordered pizza delivery because none of us wanted to change out of our swimsuits to get dressed for dinner. It had been a long day of driving and the lazy afternoon and evening was a welcome respite. Of course, we had plenty of beer and cocktails!
After sunset, we moved into the hot tub and continued drinking. We were all feeling pretty good. Jason was seated next to me. Carleen and Maria were opposite us and my son was in between Jason and Carleen. The jets in the hot tub we cranked up, so it wasn't always easy to hear the girls across from us. Jason and I made a few comments to each other about how hot our women looked in their bikinis. He wasn't wrong, but I wasn't sure if I should agree with him when he's talking about my daughter! I decided to forget he was talking about my baby girl and just go with the conversation as two dudes talking about beautiful women. The girls definitely could tell we were engaged in locker room talk, but they couldn't hear what we were saying, which drove them nuts.
The hot tub was equipped with jets directed out of the seats beneath us. By subtly moving a little forward or back, you were able to get a nice massage on your anus or a more vigorous massage on your balls. I imagine the girls could get a nice clit workout too. Jason and I discussed moving back and forth to get the most benefit. I know I had a chub from all the action, but because of the bubbles and jet swirl, I couldn't see if Jason was sporting wood.
My son was the first to excuse himself and head to bed. He works long hours and it was good that he recognized he needed the rest. Carleen and Maria were the next to get out of the hot tub. They both wanted to shower off the chlorine from the hot tub and of course all of the other steps that women go through to get ready for bed.
Jason and I stayed in the hot tub and finished our beers. Neither of us moved from our seats. Although with hot tub now much less crowded, we could have spread out a little, but I wanted to be close to him and he didn't seem to want to move either. Our conversation turned more serious, and I told him how proud I was of him and that I hoped one day he would be my son-in-law. He seemed genuinely touched by my comments.
I then went a step further, "I love you, Jason."
I wasn't sure how the L word was going to go. Was he going to interpret it the way a father loves a son or in a more romantic sense? I wasn't sure how I meant it either. I was feeling it and it just came out of my mouth.
To my relief, "I love you too" was Jason's response.
We gave each other a bro hug and then lifted our tired asses out of the hot tub. As Jason stepped out, I could see the size of his erection under his swim trunks. At this point I'm thinking what the fuck can I do with that? Is it the effect of the water jets or is it the result of the moment we just had? He quickly wrapped up in a towel to dry off. I took my time drying off because I wanted him to see that I was hard too. However, he avoided checking out my package so I finished drying off and headed inside.
"Today was a fun day", Jason said as we walked inside together. "Let's do it again tomorrow."
I replied, "Sounds good to me. We need to get a good night's sleep so we aren't crashing so early tomorrow night."
