Date: Fri, 23 Dec 2022 09:11:11 +0000 From: Bill Jonners Subject: Robin's Summer Holiday 3 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 enjoy the story. I will reply to all emails sent to colin4men@gmail.com Bill ROBIN'S SUMMER HOLIDAY Chapter 3 Robin was disappointed to discover that his dad wasn't in bed when he woke up. He had been hoping to see and maybe touch the hard lump he had felt pressing against his bum the morning before. "Oh well, maybe I'll get to see it later," he said to himself. He reached down and grabbed his own cock. He was wanking with his eyes closed, thinking about his dad's body, when Alain opened the bedroom door. Alain realised immediately what Robin was doing, even before the boy opened his eyes and started blushing. He just smiled and said, "Get dressed and come through for breakfast." Robin waited until his dad had closed the door behind before taking a deep breath. "That was embarrassing," he thought. "It's lucky I was under the bedclothes." He went to the bathroom to have a pee and wash his face. While there, he noticed a sliver spray device with a metallic hose next to the toilet bowl and wondered what it was. "I didn't hear you get out of bed," Robin told his dad when he joined him at the breakfast table. Alain nodded. "You were sound asleep and I didn't want to wake you. I have been out to buy milk, orange juice, a baguette and croissants. I hope you are okay having a small French breakfast. There's butter and jam for the bread. Would you like some milky coffee? I forgot to buy tea." Robin shook his head. "I will just have orange juice." He watched as Alain split half of the baguette lengthwise and then spread butter and jam onto each side, and then copied him. He took a bite and chewed. "Hmm, this is good." Alain nodded. "I think you will like the croissants too." He went on to talk about how to get to the Eiffel Tower and said they would set off about ten o'clock. When Robin returned from the bathroom after brushing his teeth, he asked, "What is the spray thing next to the toilet?" "I think you mean the bidet sprayer," said Alain. "A lot of people feel that toilet paper doesn't do a good enough job so they like to wash themselves down there after doing their business. Many French homes used to have a separate bowl in their bathrooms - a bidet. Now a spray attachment is more common." "Oh. With cold water?" "No, Robin. The water temperature can be adjusted," smiled Alain. "The spray is quite common in parts of South-East Asia too. I remember seeing them when I was in Thailand a few years ago." He laughed and added, "English people I spoke to there called them bum guns." Robin's eyes opened wide. "You've been to Thailand?" "Yes. I went to Bangkok and Pattaya with my...a good friend," replied Alain. He almost said boyfriend. "Maybe you should try using the sprayer to make sure your bum is clean next time." "Hmm, maybe," said Robin. Alain smiled. "Okay. I'll brush my teeth now and then we'll go out for the day." *** "Wow!" Robin smiled when he got his first glimpse of the Eiffel Tower. "Pretty impressive, eh?" said Alain. "It's hard to believe but, when it was built for the 1899 World Fair, it was intended to be only a temporary structure. It's now the most visited monument in the world." "I want to go right to the top. Let's go!" Robin started walking faster. There was a long queue for tickets but Robin was happy looking at the massive structure above him and at the people around him. Eventually the pair entered the first of the two lifts which would take them to the top. Alain made sure that Robin stood by one of the glass walls so that he could see outside as they made they went skywards. Finally they were on the small upper platform 276 metres (906 feet) above the ground. It was busy but they were able to look through the protective metal grill for views over the city. Alain pointed out a number of famous buildings as they walked around. Robin had a huge smile on his face as he posed for a photo. There was a cool wind at the top so they stopped for hot chocolate on the second floor. Then Robin bought a brass model of the Eiffel Tower and an Eiffel Tower key ring in the souvenir shop. They walked around the platform enjoying the views, with Alain taking more photos of Robin. When Alain pointed out the fancy restaurant on the first floor, he said, "We'll have lunch somewhere less expensive nearby." Robin looked back at the tower a few times as they walked along Quai Branly and the River Seine but he was happy to sit down for lunch when Alain found a nice restaurant. They both had cheese omelettes and Alain had a glass of rosé wine while Robin had an Orangina. "I think you will like what I have planned next," Alain said as he led Robin across the Pont de l'Alma. Robin looked over the bridge and saw some boats packed with tourists. "Are we going for a sail on the river?" he asked hopefully. "We are," smiled Alain. "A trip on the famous Bateaux-Mouches is essential for all first time visitors to Paris." Robin enjoyed the cruise. Alain pointed out the buildings mentioned in the commentary but Robin got a big surprise when he saw what appeared to be the Statue of Liberty by the Pont de Grenelle. "That is only one quarter of the size of the one in New York," Alain explained. "This one was a gift to the people of France in 1889 by Americans living in Paris to commemorate the centennial of the French Revolution. Did you know that the giant structure in New York was created in France? It was shipped over in parts." "I didn't know that. I wonder if Mum does," said Robin. A short time later Robin pointed to a young man in his twenties and asked, "Do you know that man, Dad?" "Er, no. Why do you ask?" replied Alain. "You have been looking at him quite a lot," replied Robin. "He's very handsome, isn't he?" "Not as handsome as my son." Alain hugged Robin, causing the boy to giggle, but he was annoyed with himself for not being more discreet when checking out other guys on the boat. "Shall we have pasta for dinner this evening?" Alain as Robin as they travelled back to the apartment on the Metro. "What kind of pasta? I've only had macaroni cheese," responded Robin. "Maybe farfalle with smoked salmon in a creamy sauce," said Alain. "Farfalle looks a bit like a bow-tie." Robin nodded. "I'm happy to try that." "Good. We'll pop into Monoprix on the way home," smiled Alain. "They sell clothes so we might be able to get you some boxer shorts too." *** Robin enjoyed his home-cooked dinner. They chatted about what they might do the following day and Alain suggested they might visit Nice at some point. "That's where you and Mum met, isn't it?" said Robin. Alain nodded. "That's correct. That's where you were conceived." He paused and then said, "This might be a good time to talk about sex and how babies are made." "Oh." Robin blushed slightly. "Your mum asked me to discuss this with you," Alain said softly. "Is that okay with you?" Robin nodded but didn't look at him. Alain went on to explain the basics. "Any questions so far?" Robin shook his head. "Have you started producing sperm - the white stuff when you play with your penis, like you were doing this morning? Again Robin blushed. "All guys play with themselves. It's nothing to be embarrassed about," said Alain. Robin croaked a reply and then gave a clearer `No'. He swallowed and then added, "Sometimes there is some clear liquid but no white stuff." "Okay. That will probably come soon," Alain said. "Do you get a tingly feeling when you have masturbated - wanked - for a while?" "Sometimes," replied Robin. "Feels good, doesn't it?" Alain smiled. "That's an orgasm. Soon you will shoot the white stuff out when you have one." "Do you still...wank?" Robin asked. Smiling, Alain replied, "Yes. As I said before, all guys do it. Even married men and men much older than me." "Will you show me? The white stuff shooting out, I mean," Robin asked. Alain gulped. "I don't think that's a good idea. Wanking is something normally done in private." "Okay. Sorry for asking." Robin was embarrassed. Alain was thinking about how to respond when Robin asked another question. "What about the hair down there? When does it start to grow?" "Usually shortly before you start to produce sperm. Your penis and testicles - boys in England usually say cock and balls - will get bigger too. And your voice will become deeper." "Lots of changes," said Robin. "Can I see how much hair you have down below?" Alain was about to refuse but he didn't want Robin to think that the human body was something to be ashamed of so he said, "Perhaps we should shower together this evening and you can see how your body will develop." Robin smiled. "That's a good idea. Shall we do it now?" "Erm, okay." Alain wasn't looking forward to showering with his son but he told himself it was purely for educational purposes. Less than five minutes later, Alain was adjusting the temperature of the water and Robin had stripped down to his underpants. Alain turned to look at Robin and noticed evidence of tenting within the old-fashioned white Y-fronts. Robin blushed and tried to adjust his cock. "Don't worry about it. I know that can happen for no apparent reason," said Alain. Robin nodded but he knew it was because he was thinking about seeing his dad fully naked. He pushed his underwear down and stepped into the shower, keeping his back to Alain. Alain looked at the pale buttocks and prayed he could avoid getting an erection. He undressed and got into the shower behind Robin. "You can turn around and look now," he told Robin. Robin had his hands over his stiff little cock when turned to face Alain. He gave him a slightly awkward smile and then his eyes went down over the magnificent chest to what had become his obsession. He gasped when he saw the uncut cock as it looked huge. Alain's flaccid cock was a fairly average 10 cm (4 inches) but double the size of Robin's in the same state. Currently the boy-cock was a rock-hard 9 cm (marginally over 3.5 in). Alain's balls were at least twice the size of Robin's and there was a big bush of dark blond pubic hair. "It's big," Robin said when he finally spoke. Alain smiled. "I thought you wanted to see the hair." Robin was blushing but he looked up and smiled. "You have a lot of hair." He reached out to touch it but Alain pulled away. Robin wasn't put off. He soon had his fingers among the hair. "It's not as soft as the hair on your head," he said. "That's correct," said Alain. He watched as the boy's fingers moved closer to his cock and then took another step back. "Maybe I should check to see if you have any hairs." Robin swallowed and then croaked, "Okay." He moved his hands to the side to allow Alain to see his erect cock for the first time. Alain knelt down and looked closely. "You have a nice little cock. A very stiff little cock. I can't see any hairs on your balls but I think I can see a few short, very fine blond hairs just above your cock." "Really?" Robin looked down while running his fingers over the area mentioned. Then he smiled up at Alain who was now standing up again. "You're right. I'm starting to grow hair down there." Alain smiled. "Yes, my little boy is becoming a man." Robin grinned. "Does that mean I will be shooting the white stuff soon?" "Probably," said Alain. "Now let's get washed." "Will you do my back, please?" Robin asked. "Mum used to do that when I was young and I often wished I had a dad to wash me." "No problem," smiled Alain. Robin watched as his dad poured some shower gel onto his hand and then he turned around. "That feels good," he said as the big hand moved over his back and shoulders. As the hands moved towards his bum, Robin said, "Keep going." Alain couldn't resist the opportunity to touch the twin globes he had admired for some time but, despite his best intentions, his cock began to stiffen. His hands roamed over the small, firm buttocks and finally a soapy finger moved slowly up and down the deep crevice. His cock throbbed but he resisted the urge to press on Robin's rear entrance. He moved his hands up to Robin's shoulders and said, "You're done." "Don't stop!" said Robin. "Do my front as well." Alain took a deep breath. He didn't want the boy to see his rampant cock. "Okay but don't turn around." He put more shower gel on his hands and then reached around Robin to wash the boy's chest and stomach. Robin watched as the hands moved closer to his rock-hard cock. He gasped when one soapy hand fondled his grape-sized balls and then groaned in frustration when Alain moved away without touching his cock. "You can do the rest yourself," said Alain. "Aw, Dad!" Robin turned around but Alain was already facing away from him. He looked at the man's back and then his bum before asking, "Do you want me to do you?" "That won't be necessary." Alain half turned to speak and Robin saw the very stiff cock. "You're stiff too," Robin said with a smile. "Yeah, well...it's just because I was in the shower with you. It doesn't mean anything," said Alain. "Isn't it because you liked touching me?" Robin asked. "I really liked feeling your hands on me." Alain stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel and quickly wrapped it around his waist. "I'm going to make myself a coffee. Do you want anything?" he asked without answering Robin's question. "No thanks, Dad." Robin wondered if he had done something wrong. His cock was deflating as he turned the shower off. Alain hurried away, feeling guilty about touching his son in such an intimate manner. "That can't happen again," he said to himself as he got dried in the kitchen and tried to calm down. He made his coffee and added a splash of whisky. "Where is Robin?" he wondered. He put his cup down and went to look for his son. Alain found Robin in bed with tears streaming down his face. Robin looked up and said, "I'm sorry, Dad. I didn't mean to do anything bad." Alain sat on the bed and pulled Robin to him. "Shhhh. You didn't do anything bad. I was the one in the wrong. I shouldn't have touched you in the way that I did." "But I wanted you to touch me like that," sobbed Robin. "I want you to...do more." He couldn't say the words "touch my stiffy". Alain sighed. "We are still learning about each other, how to react to each other. We will both make mistakes but we will be okay because we both love each other." "I do love you, Dad," said Robin. Alain kissed the top of Robin's head. "I know and I really love you." Robin sniffed and wiped away his tears. "Then come into bed with me and hold me tight." Alain was only wearing a towel but he didn't want to waste time searching for something to sleep in. He loosened the towel, lifted the bedclothes and got into the bed beside Robin. It was only when Robin moved closer and hugged him that he discovered that the boy was naked too. They were both too upset about what had happened to get aroused. Alain lay quietly with his arms around his boy's upper body. He was thinking about what to say, how to reassure him. At the same time, he was confused about his own feelings - his sexual feelings. Before he could speak, he found that Robin had fallen asleep. He smiled, marvelling at how quickly his son had calmed down once he was being held. Eventually Alain drifted off to sleep too. *** Alain woke up first the morning. He looked at Robin's contented face and smiled before easing away from him and getting out of bed. A moan from Robin caused him to turn around. "Don't get up yet, Dad," said Robin. "I need a pee," smiled Alain, not thinking about being naked. "Anyway it's almost nine. You should be getting up too." Robin sat up and smiled as he looked his dad up and down. "Okay, Papa. Je t'aime." "Je t'aime aussi." Alain smiled and headed for the bathroom. After breakfast, Alain said that he needed to do some laundry and suggested that Robin bring him his dirty clothes. Robin fetched his stuff for the washing machine and asked, "Can I look at your photos from Thailand while you do the laundry?" "Yes, of course. The photo album is in the left drawer of my desk." It was only after Robin had left the room that Alain thought about the photos of Raoul. "Merde!" he said. Then he shrugged and thought it might not matter. Robin found the album and sat at his dad's desk to look at it. The first page had a photo of an Air France Boeing 747 with the words `Notre avion de Paris à Bangkok'. "I assume that means `our plane from Paris to Bangkok. I think that's a jumbo jet," Robin said to himself. A plane ticket was glued underneath the photo. The next page had photos of a hotel with two smiling guys standing outside and then some photos taken around a rooftop swimming pool. "That's Dad. I wonder who the other guy is." Robin looked closely at the dark-haired guy who appeared to be about the same age as his dad and then concentrated on the photos of his dad in swim-briefs. "Very sexy," he thought. He flicked through the pages but he wasn't really interested in the pictures of palaces and temples. He just wanted to see pictures of his dad. There was a photo of an old bus with the words `Notre bus pour Pattaya' followed by a photo of a small hotel and then some photos taken on the beach. There were quite a lot of photos of the dark-haired guy but Robin again looked more closely at the ones of his dad. The next page showed photos apparently taken in a beachside bar. "Dad looks very happy," Robin thought. He turned another page and there was a picture of Alain and the dark-haired man dancing together. Robin thought that was funny and he smiled. Then he saw a photo of them holding each other close and kissing. He was staring at that photo when Alain entered the room. "Are you enjoying looking at my holiday photos?" Alain asked. Robin quickly shut the album, blushing at having been caught looking at a photo of his dad kissing another man. "No. Too boring?" asked Alain. "I thought you might have been interested to see something of Thailand." Robin swallowed. "Who is the man you were in Thailand with?" "Ah. That was Raoul," replied Alain. He decided to be honest with Robin and added, "He was my boyfriend." "Your...boyfriend?" "Yes. Some men like women and some prefer men," said Alain. "I loved your mum but I discovered that I prefer men." "Oh!" Robin looked a bit shocked but then he smiled. "I prefer men too. Well, boys...I suppose." Alain smiled. "I think you are too young to know for sure." Robin shook his head. "I know. I only get a stiffy thinking about men. I mean boys." He didn't want to admit that he liked adults but that was the truth. He didn't get a stiffy thinking about boys. "Maybe you are like me but it could be a phase that you will grow out of," said Alain. "Anyway you're too young to worry about it now. What shall we go to see today?" Robin would have been happy to talk more about sex but he wasn't sure what to say. "Maybe the Arc de Triomphe" was the eventual answer to his dad's question. "Good idea! Let's get ready and we'll set off," said Alain. "I'll bring my camera." "I need to send a postcard to Mum. Can we do that today?" Robin asked. "Yes. It won't be difficult to find postcards," replied Alain. They took the Metro direct to the famous arch and then afterwards they walked down the Champs-Elysées to arrive at the Place de la Concorde. Alain pointed out the Obelisk of Luxor in the centre. "That was carved in Egypt about 3,000 years ago and brought to Paris in the 1830's. Now do you know why this square is connected with the French Revolution?" "I do," smiled Robin. "This where they had the guillotine used to execute King Louis, Queen Marie-Antoinette and many others." "Quite correct. You were obviously paying attention during your history lessons." Alain smiled. "If we cross the square and go down Rue de Rivoli we will find souvenir shops selling postcards, among other things." Robin chose a postcard for his mother and then bought her a small ceramic vase. Alain helped Robin buy a stamp in a tabac. Say `Un timbre pour Angleterre, s'il vous plaît.' That means you want a stamp to send your card to England." Robin practiced the phrase and then went inside the tabac on his own. He was delighted to have made a purchase in French. Alain smiled. "Clever boy! Now I think we need to find a place for lunch - le déjeuner." They had lunch in a restaurant nearby. Robin wrote his message on the postcard before leaving the restaurant. "Do you wish your mum was here with us?" Alain asked. "No," Robin replied immediately. "Well, it would have been nice to share things like going up the Eiffel Tower but I'm happy it's just the two of us." Alain smiled and ruffled the boy's hair. "Me too, son." After dropping the postcard in a post box, they took the Metro to the Luxembourg Gardens. Robin loved watching younger kids (and a few older ones) sailing boats in the pond near the Luxembourg Palace. They sat and rested for a while. Being a teacher, Alain had to tell Robin that the former royal palace was the upper house of the National Assembly. "That's the equivalent of your House of Lords." Robin said, "Okay" but he'd had enough of lessons. He looked around and saw lots of couples. Turning to Alain, he said, "You told me that Raoul was your boyfriend. Do you have a boyfriend now?" Alain shook his head. "I've been too busy with work since I split up with Raoul to think about another boyfriend. And now you are my priority." "That's nice to know." Robin smiled and added, "You are the only man I love." Alain smiled and hugged Robin. "You are the only boy I love. Now tell me what you want to do for dinner. Shall we go out or do you want to risk my cooking again?" Robin laughed. "You are a good cook. I'm happy to eat whatever you serve me. Well, apart from snails." Alain tickled Robin. "I never cook snails. Have you forgotten? How about Steak Tartare?" "I like steak. What is tartare?" "Steak Tartare is raw minced steak, usually served with a raw egg on top," replied Alain. "Raw meat? Yeuch!" Alain laughed. "Somehow I didn't think you'd like that. Let's see what the supermarket has to offer. But one final photo before we leave." Robin was happy to pose for another photo but he asked, "How many pictures have you taken of me now?" "I haven't been counting but I can never have enough of my handsome boy," said Alain. Robin laughed and then asked to borrow the camera. "I want lots of photos of you too." He smiled to himself as he thought about the proposed trip to Nice. "I'll get some photos of Dad wearing only swim-briefs on the beach there. I can look at them when I have a wank at home." Alain smiled as he watched Robin decide on a position for the photograph. "He's cute," he thought. "Now one of you sitting down. There are some seats over there," said Robin. Alain took a seat and smiled for the camera. "Dad is very sexy," Robin said to himself. He gazed at the bulge in the man's trousers and remembered seeing his dad's cock in the shower the night before. That caused his own cock to stiffen. "Let me take another picture of you," Alain said when Robin had finished. He noticed the tent in Robin's shorts and took a photo before asking, "What has made you excited?" Robin looked puzzled. Alain smiled and pointed to the tent. Robin looked down and blushed but he decided to be honest in his reply. "That's because of you. I think you're a very sexy man." "Oh!" Alain didn't know how to respond. "Um, thank you. Let's go to the supermarket now." Neither spoke for the next few minutes. Robin was wondering if he had upset his dad while Alain was wondering whether his son really was gay as he had suggested earlier. To be continued