Date: Wed, 1 Feb 2023 09:26:56 +0000 From: Bill Jonners Subject: Robin's Summer Holiday 10 Can you imagine life without Nifty? Please show your support with contributions to keep the Archive online. You can find out how at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This story is completely fictional, even if it sometimes mentions real places. I would love to hear from you if you enjoyed this story. I will reply to all emails sent to colin4men@gmail.com Bill ROBIN'S SUMMER HOLIDAY Chapter 10 They were having breakfast when Robin brought up the subject of his dad's friend, Pierre. "You said you'd meet up after our return from Nice and we've been back for almost a week. I'd like to meet him too." "You want to meet Pierre?" Alain wasn't sure that this was a good idea but he didn't want Robin to think he was an any ashamed of him, or of Pierre. "I don't know anything about Pierre yet but yes, I think I'd like to meet him," replied Robin. "When I am older, I want to have lots of friends who are like me and enjoy sex with other men." "Men who like sex with other men are now often referred to as gay in America. I guess it's the same in England," said Alain. "Okay, I will phone him shortly and see if he wants to join us for dinner this evening. Pierre is a musician." "In a pop group?" Robin asked. Alain smiled. "No. He plays violin in an orchestra." "Oh, okay," responded Robin, feeling a little disappointed. "Is he handsome? "I suppose he is," replied Alain. "I hope you're not thinking about sex with him." "Of course not, Dad," said Robin. "I don't need anyone else when I have you. I just think it would be nice to meet someone else like us." *** The pair were on their way to meet up with Pierre in the city centre. "How did you first meet Pierre?" Robin asked. "I can't remember where exactly but it was in a gay bar," replied Alain. "We had a short fling but soon realised we were too different to be anything more than friends." Robin smiled. "So you had sex with him." Alain nodded. "A few times. It was good but nowhere near as good as it is with you." "I'm happy that you prefer sex with me," said Robin. "Why didn't you like sex with him?" Alain laughed. "You're very nosy! Well, to be honest it was because we both preferred to top. Now no more questions. We're almost at the restaurant." Minutes later Robin and Pierre were introduced to each other. Robin's initial thought was that the dark-haired 34 year old musician was very handsome. "Not as gorgeous as Dad though," he said to himself. "Enchanté," he said as he shook Pierre's hand. "Tu parles Français?" Pierre asked. "Un peu. Un très petit peu," responded Robin. "You speak a little English?" Pierre smiled and nodded his head. "A little. I try to speak for you." Pierre made conversation with Robin and Alain but occasionally Alain had to translate for him. Robin found the man amusing and he loved the food so he was happy and didn't mind when the two men spoke rapidly together in French. When Robin went to `les toilettes' after finishing his dessert, Pierre asked Alain if his son was aware of Alain's sexuality. Alain confirmed that he was and that he had no problems with it. "Alors...you are happy that your father is gay? I am gay too," Pierre said to Robin when he returned to the table. "Pierre!" Alain glared at his friend but Robin wasn't at all flustered. "Yes, I know that you are gay. Dad told me," Robin said to Pierre. "I love my dad and it doesn't matter that he's gay. Perhaps I will be gay too when I grow up." Alain laughed with a mixture of relief and amusement at Robin's response. Pierre nodded and then turned back to Alain. "As-tu trouvé quelqu'un pour remplacer Raoul?" (Have you found someone to replace Raoul?) Alain shook his head. "Non. Je ne cherche personne." (No. I'm not looking for anyone.) Robin correctly guessed what was said and smiled to himself. "Dad doesn't need anyone else because he has me now," he thought. The meeting didn't last much longer and Robin was happy to see Pierre go. "I'm sorry that Pierre brought up the subject of sex. He's not usually so insensitive," Alain said to Robin as they walked towards the Metro station. "I was impressed by how you handled it though. Very mature." Robin smiled. "Thanks, Dad. Let's go home now. I want to go to bed." "Are you tired?" Alain asked. "No. I want to go to bed but not to sleep," was Robin's answer. Alain laughed. "You're going to wear me out!" *** Robin was sad as he packed his suitcase the evening before he left Paris. "I will visit you in October. My school has a break in the period leading up to All Saints' Day on 1 November so I will visit you then. We can spend a week together," Alain said to cheer him up. "That will be good but my half-term break is earlier. We'll only have the weekend and the evenings together," said Robin. "Better than not being together at all," said Alain. "Perhaps the two of us can go off somewhere for the weekend." "And have lots of sex. Yes!" Robin smiled. Alain laughed. "Yes. That will be possible." Robin went over and hugged his dad. "We will meet up again at Christmas as well, won't we?" "Yes. From Christmas until the New Year. And then again at Easter," smiled Alain. "And then a long holiday together next summer," said Robin. "Exactly!" Alain kissed Robin. "However we need to be serious for a moment. As father and son, we can never be a couple. Even if we were living together here in France, we would have to hide our real relationship. Society will never accept a father and son being lovers." Tears came to Robin's eyes but he nodded. He knew what his father was saying was true but he found it hard to accept. "We can meet regularly in future and make love but it will always have to be a secret affair," Alain went on. "You understand that, don't you?" "Yes, Dad," replied Robin. "I don't like it but I know it has to be this way." Alain hugged Robin. "It will be difficult for both of us. Perhaps you will meet and fall in love with someone in England." "I couldn't feel this way about anyone else," said Robin. "I don't want anyone else." Alain looked into Robin's eyes. "I feel the same right now but we will be living apart for long periods. Things might change. You are my son and I'll always love you, no matter what." "I will always love you, Dad." Robin blinked away his tears and smiled." Now take me to bed and make love to me one more time in Paris." He knew their early morning departure wouldn't allow time for sex. *** There were tears in Robin's eyes as he left Alain's apartment but the excitement of the journey had brightened his mood by the time he boarded the train at Gare du Nord with his dad. "Train, ferry, train and then Tube to our hotel in London. This will be fun," he said. "You're not disappointed that I couldn't get tickets for the hovercraft?" Alain asked. "No, not at all," replied Robin. "I know the ferry takes longer but I've never been on a ferry before. Well, apart from the small one we were on in Liverpool. This will be a bigger ship since it takes cars and lorries as well as people." "Yes, much bigger. And we'll transfer at Calais rather than at Boulogne this time," said Alain. It was on the train journey to Calais than Robin told his father that he intended to tell his mother that he was gay. "Are you sure that's wise?" Alain asked. "Mum asked you to talk to me about sex and I don't want to lie about liking girls," said Robin. "She knows you're gay and she likes you so I don't think she will be too upset." "Maybe not but she didn't want me to tell you that I was gay," responded Alain. "Really? Well, I could bend the truth and say I found out from Pierre," suggested Robin. "I'll say we talked a little about you being gay afterwards when we were alone and that it didn't change how I felt about you. However I won't tell her that you know I'm gay." "Okay, but choose your words carefully," said Alain. "I'm here for you whatever happens." "I know, Dad." Robin smiled at his dad, looked around to see that nobody was looking and then blew him a kiss. The journey went smoothly and they reached their hotel in London shortly after 4pm. "Do we have time for sex?" Robin asked when they were settled in their room. Alain smiled. "I don't think so. Are you horny again?" Robin nodded and revealed the tent in his shorts. "Come here and I'll suck you off. That should satisfy you until bedtime." Alain pulled the boy's shorts down but Robin said that he wanted to be totally naked for kind of sex and pulled his t-shirt off. Moments later he stood naked and proudly erect in front of his father. "What a beautiful sight!" smiled Alain. "If only it was possible to get a photograph of you like that. Even in France, I'd be in trouble if I tried to get photos of an underage boy in that condition developed." "I can picture you naked with a hard cock when I close my eyes," said Robin. "You will have to rely on your memory too." Alain smiled. "I'll do that. I have many nice memories of our sexy moments together. Now let me taste that juicy little cock." With his dad's hands on his bum and the hot mouth action on his cock, it didn't take long for Robin to spunk off. Alain swallowed every drop of the sweet boy-cum and then licked the cock clean. "Delicious! Now let's have a shower and we'll go and meet your mother's train." Jean's train arrived almost on time and Robin eagerly scanned the passengers as they came up towards the concourse. "There she is!" Robin waved his hand furiously and Jean hurried towards him. "I've missed you," she said as she threw her arms around Robin and hugged him. Robin felt a bit embarrassed because people were looking at them but he said, "I've missed you too." There were tears in Jean's eyes when she turned to Alain. "Nice to see you too, Alain. Thanks for taking good care of my boy...our boy." "It was an absolute pleasure." Alain gave Jean a brief hug. "He's a charming, well-behaved boy and no trouble whatsoever." Jean smiled at Robin. "Are you sure, Alain? That description doesn't fit my Robin." "Aw, Mum!" Robin knew he was being teased. "Let me carry your overnight bag." "He has very nice manners too." Alain winked at Robin. "Let's go to the hotel. It isn't far away." Jean was pleased with her room. "We'll give you time to unpack and freshen up," said Alain. "We're in room 305 along the corridor. Knock on our door when you're ready to go out for a drink and dinner." "Will do." Jean smiled and then turned to Robin. "Give me another hug." Robin hugged his mother, genuinely happy to be with her. However he was hugging and kissing Alain in their room moments later. "You're stiff again," Alain said when he pulled apart from Robin. "Try to get it down before your mother comes." "I can't help getting stiff when I'm around you," said Robin. A short time later they were all sitting in the hotel's bar. "I have loads of photos to show you," Robin told his mother. "Dad still has some to get developed but he will post them to us." "I will take some photos of us this evening and tomorrow and then send copies of them too," said Alain. "I'm pleased that you're getting the train home at six tomorrow. That will give us most of the day together." "Dad will be leaving for Paris early on Monday morning," Robin explained. "I'm glad you had a good time in France," said Jean. "I was pleasantly surprised to find out that you have been learning French." "Mais oui," smiled Robin. "J'ai appris à cuisiner aussi. That means "I also learned how to cook' - but only one real dish." "You're a good influence, Alain," said Jean. "You can look after Robin again." "I was hoping you'd say that," responded Alain. "I'm planning to come to Manchester for a week at the end of October. I know that Robin will be at school then but I thought I could take him somewhere at the weekend. Maybe North Wales." "Please say that you approve," Robin said to his mother. "I guess that will be okay," smiled Jean. "Great! Now where will we go for dinner?" said Robin. Alain laughed. "Robin has a very good appetite." "I'm a growing boy!" protested Robin. "Yes...and you are always saying you're starving no matter how much I feed you," said Jean. They had dinner in an Italian restaurant in Soho and then went for a nightcap in the hotel bar. When Robin started to yawn, Alain explained that they'd had an early start to their journey. He gave Robin the room key and said, "You go ahead and I'll join you when your mum and I have finished our drinks." Robin agreed and gave his mother a goodnight kiss before heading off to their room. "He really is a lovely boy. I'm glad we had the opportunity to get to know each other properly in the past few weeks," Alain told Jean. "You have done a great job in raising him by yourself." "Thanks but it wasn't just me. My parents helped too," said Jean. "I think having you in his life now will be a good thing." "I hope so," smiled Alain. "I'd like to see him regularly...and of course it would be nice to see you more often too." Jean nodded. "Did Robin tell you that I have a boyfriend?" "He mentioned that you've been seeing someone but he didn't go into details," replied Alain. "That's probably because he hasn't met Frank yet," said Jean. "Things have become more serious between us in the last few weeks." "Yeah? I'm happy for you," smiled Alain. "So if you spend more time with Robin it could work out well for all of us," said Jean. "Oh, please don't feel under any obligation to spend more time with Robin. Only if you really want to." "I'd love to spend more time with my son," grinned Alain. "I was hoping we could get together at Christmas and then again during future school holidays." "I'm happy to hear that," smiled Jean. "Robin obviously loves being around you." "I love being with him. I missed out on his early years and I want to be with him as much as possible now." "Good. Then I won't feel bad about spending more time with Frank." Alain drained his glass. "I'd better go upstairs and say goodnight to Robin before he falls asleep. Shall we meet for breakfast at nine?" "Nine would be perfect." Jean finished her drink and stood up. Alain accompanied Jean to her room and gave her a quick peck on the cheek before saying goodnight. Lamps were on in the room Alain shared but Robin was in bed with his eyes closed. "Are you asleep, Robin?" Alain whispered. "Of course not!" Robin opened his eyes and grinned at Alain before pushing his bedclothes down to reveal that he was naked and erect. "I couldn't go to sleep without being fucked." Alain quickly stripped off his clothes. "I'll have a quick shower," he said. "No need. You showered only a few hours ago and I want your cock now," responded Robin. He crawled towards Alain and took hold of the growing cock. "I love seeing it become bigger and stiffer," he said before bending down and taking it in his mouth. Alain moaned softly as the boy licked and sucked the cock to full erection. "It's ready now. I need you to fuck me," said Robin. "Don't I get to suck your cock first? Alain asked. Robin thought for a second. "Okay but just for a little while. I'm really horny and I want to cum while you are fucking me." Alain couldn't help smiling. "You really like being fucked, don't you?" Robin lay down with his legs spread wide. "I love being fucked! Having my cock sucked is okay too. Aaaaaah!" Alain had swallowed the boy-cock and was licking Robin's balls. Robin sighed as his dad's hands cupped his buttocks and then gently kneaded them. He whimpered when Alain sucked his cock. Alain could taste the boy's pre-cum and realised that Robin really was horny. He came off the cock and kissed his way up the boy's body. It wasn't long before their tongues were duelling in a passionate kiss. "Fuck me, Dad. I need your cock inside me," Robin said when they parted. Alain reached for the lube and he was soon finger-fucking his son. "That feels good but I really want your cock in me," said Robin. "We can't rush it," Alain said as he added a second finger. "I don't want to hurt you." Robin frowned for a moment but then he lay back and enjoyed being fucked by two fingers. Looking up at his dad, he said, "You are so sexy. I'm lucky to have a dad like you." Alain felt a twinge of guilt about having sex with his underage son until Robin said, "I really love doing sex stuff with you." "I have never had sex this good with anyone else," Alain admitted. He didn't ponder whether this was because it was taboo as he leaned forward to kiss his son again. "Okay, I think you're ready now," Alain said a few minutes later. He eased his fingers from Robin and applied lube to his throbbing cock. "I really love being fucked," Robin said as he watched his dad. "It's funny to think I knew almost nothing about sex only a few weeks ago." Alain frowned. "I'm afraid I've corrupted my innocent son." Robin smiled and shook his head. "No. I needed to learn about sex so that I no longer felt dumb when my mates at school talked about it. It just so happens that sex with girls doesn't interest me and I am lucky to have a dad who shares my attraction to other males. Practical experience is the best way to learn about things." Alain gave a little laugh. "Sometimes you say exactly the right thing to stop me feeling bad." "I'm glad. Now you can make me feel good by fucking me until I cum," said Robin. He smiled and added, "Cumming while being fucked is the best feeling in the world." Alain waved his cock. "You really want this inside your tight little hole?" "Yes. I want it deep inside me, hitting my love-button over and over and over again." Alain hovered over the boy for a moment then lined his cockhead up against the entrance to the eager hole. Robin pushed back when he felt the cock pressing for entry. It took a few moments and then Robin gasped as he was penetrated. The gasp was followed by a big smile. "Fuck me, Dad. Fuck me and make me cum." Alain pushed slowly deeper. "I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fill you up with my cum." Robin grinned. "That's what I want." Alain grinned back and then started slow in and out movements, going slightly deeper each time until his whole cock was gripped by Robin's tight tunnel. "You have it all now." "I know and I love it," said Robin. "Now I want to feel you rubbing against my love-button and driving me crazy." Alain gave the boy what he wanted. His thrusts were slow at first but he was soon hitting Robin's prostate every time. As he speeded up, Robin leaked more pre-cum and made louder whimpering noises. Alain paused when Robin seemed to be on the verge of cumming. Robin moaned, wrapped his legs around his dad's body and said, "Don't stop!" Alain smiled and then he started fucking again. When he brought Robin close to orgasm a second time, he didn't stop. Instead he fucked the boy faster and harder. "I'm cumming, Dad! I'm cumming!" Robin cried just as he started spunking off hands-free. Jets of thin boy-cum splashed over Robin's upper body. Seconds later, Alain moaned and then gasped, "I'm cumming too!" With Robin's tight arse still gripping his cock, Alain sent volley after volley of cum deep inside his son. Finally Alain collapsed on top of Robin. He held the boy tight for a moment and then rolled to the side, worried that he might be putting too much weight on him. "That was fantastic, Dad. One of the best," said Robin. "It was pretty good." Alain smiled and pulled Robin closer for a kiss. When they parted, Alain licked the boy-cum from Robin's body. "Some is on your chest," said Robin. He moved to lick it off and followed that up by taking Alain's cock into his mouth to lick and suck it clean." "You're a good boy and a great lover," smiled Alain. The pair kissed again and then cuddled before drifting off into a deep, contented sleep. *** The next morning Alain woke to find Robin under the bedclothes, sucking on his cock. "What are you doing?" he asked in a still sleepy voice. "Making love to your cock," replied Robin. "I know I should really have asked for permission first but I won't see it again for ages." Alain smiled and rested his head. "You are a great cocksucker," he told Robin moments later. "I'm going to miss this." Robin sat up. "I'm going to miss you lots. Not just the sex." Alain quickly sat up and wrapped his arms around Robin. "It's going to be difficult for both of us but we'll be together again in just over two months." "Yes, and less than two months after that we will be together for Christmas. It will be the best Christmas ever." "It will," smiled Alain. "Now shall we continue what we were doing a few minutes ago?" Robin grinned. "Yeah! I want to suck your beautiful big cock again." "I want to suck yours so let's do a sixty-nine," said Alain. Robin readily agreed and the pair were soon sucking each other's cocks. Robin gasped and then smiled when his dad started rimming him. He knew what would follow. The love-making was more leisurely than the night before but once again Robin spunked off while being fucked. Alain erupted moments later. They cuddled for a little while before showering together. "This will be the last time we will be naked together for ages," Robin said before kneeling down to kiss Alain's cock. "We will only be apart for two months," Alain said as he pulled the boy to his feet. "That's not too bad." "It's ages," insisted Robin. "We can write to each other every week," said Alain. "The time will soon pass." Robin sighed. "We will just have to get used to spending part of each year apart." Alain hugged Robin. "It won't be easy but we will manage." Robin suddenly pulled away and looked up into Alain's face. "Would it be possible for me to go to university in Paris instead of in England?" "Yes but you'll need to be pretty fluent in French," replied Alain. Robin grinned. "I will study really hard at school and practice whenever I'm with you. We could live together if I am studying in Paris." Alain smiled. "That's some way into the future but it's a possibility." "It's my plan and I'm going to make it work," stated Robin. "I won't tell Mum though because she will be upset about me leaving her." "No. Don't mention it to her," said Alain. "Let's see how things go and not plan too far ahead. Now though we'd better get dressed and join your mum for breakfast." *** Jean smiled when she saw Robin and Alain walking into the breakfast room together. "Good morning, boys. I thought you were going to stand me up." "Sorry, we're late, Mum," said Robin. "It's my fault. I was talking and didn't realise the time." "It's okay. It's only ten past and we've got all day," said Jean. A waitress came over to take their order and then Alain asked Jean if she'd slept well. "Like a log. The bed was very comfortable," replied Jean. "I was awake quite early," Robin said. "Must have been Dad's snoring. Sharing a room isn't always a good idea." Jean laughed and Alain protested that he didn't snore. "If you say so, Dad. Now where are we going on our sightseeing trip today?" The sightseeing began with a trip to the Tower of London. Robin thought that the outfit worn by the Beefeaters was a bit silly but he enjoyed wandering around the fortified castle and comparing it with the one he had seen on the outskirts of Paris. Jean liked seeing the Crown Jewels. After a stop for lunch they crossed the famous Tower Bridge and visited HMS Belfast, the World War II Royal Navy cruiser moored nearby. Everyone found that interesting and at times moving. Then it was time for afternoon tea. All too soon they had to return to the hotel so that Robin and Jean could collect their luggage. Jean chatted away as they walked to Euston station but Alain and Robin were quiet, both with similar thoughts. There were tears in Robin's eyes as he said goodbye to his dad. "I'll write to you and send you more photos," Alain said as he hugged the boy. "And I will write to you," said Robin. "Thanks for everything, Alain," Jean said. "We really must get on the train now though." Alain gave Robin a final squeeze then kissed his forehead. "Bye, son. I love you." Robin sniffed and wiped away his tears. "I love you, Dad." They waved to each other as Jean led Robin down to the train. "You have gone very quiet again," Jean said to Robin as the train made its way north to Manchester some time later. "I guess you're still missing your dad." Robin nodded and said, "Yes. I really enjoyed being with him." Then he smiled and added, "It's nice being back with you though." A short time later Robin looked around the half-empty train and said softly, "Mum, did you know that Dad is gay? I mean he likes sex with other men." Jean was shocked to hear Robin use those words but she remained calm. "Did he tell you that?" "No, it was his friend, Pierre," replied Robin. "We were having dinner in a restaurant a few nights ago when Pierre joined us. We chatted for a while and then Pierre asked if I was happy having a father who preferred sex with men. Dad was annoyed at him but I just said that I loved my dad and that it didn't matter who he had sex with. When Dad brought the subject up later, I realised that it didn't change how I felt about him. He's a really, really nice man." "Yes, Alain is a nice man," smiled Jean. "He told me about his attraction to men a long time ago but I thought you were too young to know about it. Obviously you're not." "No, I'm quite mature for my age. Dad said so," smiled Robin. "Maybe you are...but you're still my baby boy," said Jean. "Mum! I about to start secondary school. I'm hardly a baby," protested Robin. He was silent for a few minutes and then he said, "I think I might be gay too. Girls don't interest me." "You're probably too young to think about sex," Jean suggested. Robin looked out of the window when he said, "I do think about sex. Especially when I see one particular boy in my class. His name is Oliver and I think he's cute." "Oh!" Jean was stunned. A few moments later she asked, "Have you told this boy how you feel about him?" "Of course not! He probably dreams about girls," replied Robin. "I see," said Jean. "Did you discuss your feelings with your dad?" "No. I wanted to after what Pierre said but I was too embarrassed," said Robin. "Maybe next time, or in a letter." Jean smiled. "That's a good idea. It might just be a phase you're going through but if you are...you know, then your dad can give you some advice." She hugged Robin and said, "And I love you no matter what." "Thanks, Mum." Robin hugged his mother back and smiled to himself. "She believes me," he said to himself. "I can continue to spend time with Dad without her suspecting anything about us being a couple." So the future looked bright. Robin could continue his secret relationship with his father. SEPTEMBER 1986 "How are you feeling, son? Nervous?" Alain asked. "Nervous and excited, Papa," replied Robin. "After years thinking this day would never come, I am about to start my first day at university in Paris." "You have worked hard and earned your place here," said Alain. Robin nodded. "It was nice of Mum and Frank to phone me this morning and wish me luck. They must be so busy right now with the baby due any day." "Yes. We will visit them as soon," said Alain. "Now give your old dad a hug before you go inside." Robin and his father hugged outside the entrance to the university. They were used to showing limited affection in public but this was a special moment. "We will have a special meal this evening to celebrate and you can tell me all about your day," Alain said when they pulled apart. "I know how I want to celebrate this day." Robin winked at his dad. Alain laughed. "You never change!" THE END