Date: Sun, 13 Oct 2013 15:12:22 +0100 From: Fun_seeker Subject: Friend's Grandson Comes to Stay part 1 Friend's Grandson comes to stay - Part 1 (M/B) If you are a minor, meaning you have not attained the age of majority,i.e.: "legal age", for the jurisdiction in which you reside, or material of this nature is illegal in the same, please close the window in which you are reading this disclaimer or as necessary, the computer browser you are using, immediately. This story is fictional, as are all the characters and are the product of my imagination. However, the locations and places mentioned in the Costa Blanca, Spain and the UK do exist. All rights reserved. All parts of these documents are ¸ Copyright 2013 by the author, and may not be reproduced in any form without the author's consent. Nifty.org has permission to reproduce it on their website. I would like to thank Andy Mann (See prolific author list for his stories) for his help in proofing and editing this story. I would welcome any feedback on this story to fun_seeker@btinternet.com Please, if possible, donate to Nifty via the following: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Well, I suppose I had better start by giving you some background as to how I found myself naked by the side of my swimming pool while an equally naked 14-year-old gobbled his first ever load of man cum from my cock. At 35, I am lucky enough to run my own very profitable internet based business, which means I can split my time between my three-bedroom villa in the Costa Blanca and a penthouse apartment in the UK. Normally spending a couple of months at a time in each. It was a couple of months ago while I was in Spain that I got a call from David asking a big favour. I had first met him and his wife Carol about two years ago in one of the beach bars when I popped for a coffee. Over the intervening period, we had formed a close friendship and the fact that I was gay was not an issue to them. In fact, last summer they had come up to the villa a few times for a BBQ and to use the pool along with their son and daughter in law, Matt and Samantha and their then 13-year-old grandson Andy. "So David," I asked, "what's the problem?" "Well as you know Paul, Carol has been waiting for months for the hospital back in the UK to give her a date for the operation on her knee. Well they have had a cancellation and have booked her in for next Thursday, so we fly back to Leeds on Monday" "David, that great news but what about Andy? Isn't he meant to be flying out next Friday to stay with you for three weeks?" "Paul that is the favour! ....." ...... I said goodbye to my best mate Simon as we got to my gate. I ogled his fit arse as he walked off down the street. We had been mates since starting primary school and shared everything together. Well almost everything, the one secret I had not told him, (well not told anyone) was that I was gay and fancied him something rotten. I had realised I was gay when I was about 11 or 12. Si, like all my mates around that time had all started to talk about which girl in our class had the best tits and what they would like to do to them. While girls did nothing for me, one look at a cute guy would give me a stiffy in a second. I used to join in the banter with the other lads about girls and tits so they did not suspect I was gay. I also realised that except for Si and Tom Daley it was older guys that pushed my buttons. I was so looking forward to going out to Spain next week after school broke up as I knew I was going to see Paul again as Gramps had told me last week he had already invited us up to his villa again. Paul had been my fantasy man ever since I meet him last summer. I had meet Paul last year when I had stayed with Mum and Dad at my Grandparents place in Spain. He was a friend of my Granddad, although as I found out later he was actually the a bit younger than my Dad. As soon as I saw him walk into the bar I sprung a stiffy in my shorts. Luckily I was wearing a tight pair of Speedos underneath so I don't think anyone noticed. He was about 6ft tall and had a fit bod, he was wearing a Y back vest, which showed off his body well, and running shorts that showed off a pair of beefy thighs. I later found out he kept fit by swimming and cycling. I thought I had died and gone to heaven! He came over and joined us at our table. After the introductions, I lost interest in the conversation and pretended to play a game on my phone while slyly taking some photos of Paul - wank fodder for later! My ears suddenly pricked up when mum asked him if he was married or had a girl friend. Without batting an eyelid he replied, "No I am gay. I did have a boy friend but we split a couple of years ago." My dad then joined in the conversation, "Paul it's great you feel so easy about your sexuality, we think Sam's brother Peter is gay, there is never any mention of a girl friend. We don't see him very often, as straight after university he took a job in the States. The last couple of times we have seen him was for his parents' funerals. We though he might have come out to us then after both the parents were dead" Fuck, I might have a gay uncle and no one tells me! At least my parents seem cool with the gay thing so if I ever get up the courage to tell them that I am gay as well my world might not end. Even the g-rents seem cool with Paul being gay. As it got time to leave the bar, Paul said, "If you are free tomorrow why don't you come up to the villa, I can do a lunch, we can chill round the pool and then in the evening have a BBQ?" Gramps replied, "Well that's very kind of you, we had only planned staying round the pool at the apartment and I am sure Andy will enjoy being able swim in your pool rather than sharing the apartment pool with a load of younger kids." Too right I would if it meant I got a chance to see more of Paul's body. Maybe he wears Speedos. I prefer to wear Speedos when swimming as I hate the drag of board shorts. At school, we have to wear Speedos for swimming but if I try and wear them any other times my mates take the piss out of me for wearing "budgie smugglers" as they call them. I am looking forward to watching Tom Daley in the Olympic diving in a few weeks time. I would love to have a body like his and it looks like he packs a good lump of meat in his Speedos! It turned out that Paul lived about 5 miles out of town in a small urbanization in the foothills of the mountains in the area. I can't remember the name but do remember Gramps rabbiting on something about it being higher than Ben Nevis. After all piling out of the car, Gran pressed the buzzer by the gate. Paul opened the door and was wearing just a pair of light blue running shorts. I was hard as soon as I saw him. Paul released the gate and gave us each a hug and two kisses on the cheeks as we came in. As he said - when in Spain. I am sure he must have felt my hard-on against his thigh as he hugged me. Paul led us through the villa and onto the terrace at the back. Below us was a good-sized kidney shaped pool and in the distance, I could see the sea at La Cala where my grandparents had their apartment. Paul said "Well make yourselves at home, I thought we would have lunch in an hour or so. Either you can stay up here on the terrace in the shade or there are enough sun beds round the pool for us all. Drinks are in the fridge in the kitchen, just help yourselves" Then he turned to me "Ok young man last one in the pool is a cissy." "Hey that's not fair you're already to jump in and I have got to take my top and trainers off" "Well I do have to take my shorts off as I always swim in Speedos, but tell you what I'll wait till you get your trainers and top off" "There you go Andy," says Dad "If Paul swims in Speedos you can do the same, I assume you have yours on under your swim shorts. You're always complaining of how shorts create so much drag. And we will not take the mickey out of you like your mates" Thanks Dad, I thought I am well and truly fucked now! I had hoped to keep my shorts on to hide my boner, no chance now. The only thing I could do now was to wait until I get to the pool to drop my shorts at the last minute and jump in before anyone sees me, hopefully the cool pool water will cause my dick to shrink. It didn't help things that when I sat on the terrace floor to take my trainers off Paul stood in front of me and dropped his shorts to reveal a pair of light blue aussieBums with an impressive package. He definitely seemed a bit chubbed up. I wonder if he fancies me? "Come on Andy drop your shorts and let's get in the pool while the rest of them are sorting the drinks out in the kitchen. Don't worry," he whispered "I remember what it was like to be your age when puberty hits and even a gust of wind will give you a woodie." I had not noticed but my family had all gone inside to get drinks so I was spared the embarrassment of my Gran and Mum seeing my hard-on but it was nearly as bad, that Paul knew the state I was in. We had a great time in the pool together for about 20 min doing some lengths and horsing around. I even managed to "accidentally" brush my hand over Paul's bulge a couple of times. It felt like he was definitely packing and not soft. Mind you, he managed to grab my arse a few more times than was needed so I was sure he had the hots for me as well. After that, Mum and Dad joined us in the pool and Paul said he had better go sort lunch out. The rest of the day was equally fab, horsing around with Paul a couple more times in the pool, even though I spent most of the time sun bathing on my front to hide my hard cock and precum wetspot. I even managed to sneakily take some video of Paul - more wank fodder for tonight. All too soon, it was time to go but Paul did invite us up to his villa again before we left. On the second visit, I was even surer he fancied me as he gave my cock a good grope in the pool when he was sure no one was looking. Anyway enough day dreaming, if I kept thinking about Paul I'll get a wet spot from precum on my school trousers and that would not do! As I opened the front door, Mum called out from the lounge "Is that you Andy, your Granddad is on the phone and needs to talk to you." Great I thought, He must want to sort out the details about next Friday. This would be the first time I would be flying to Spain on my own as I had just turned 14 and could fly on EasyJet without my parents. I was going to spend three weeks in Spain with Gran and Granddad and my parents were going to go off on a two week cruise, or as they kept calling it their second honeymoon. "Hi Gramps, how's things?" "Andy, I am afraid there has to be a change of plans. Your Gran has to go into hospital in York next week to have her knee operation, so you will have to come and stay with us in York." "What?" I wailed, "I have been looking forward to coming out to see you since you said I could come last summer, and you know I wanted to do lots of swimming as I have got the trial for the county squad in September." "Yes Andy, I know you must be disappointed but your Gran has been waiting six months for this op and if we turn down this cancellation it might be another six months wait." I knew it was not missing out on going to Spain or not getting in the swim practice that upset me most, it was not seeing my hunk Paul, it was then I had the light bulb moment. "Gramps I understand about Gran's operation but where am I going to sleep? You only have the one bedroom flat and I am not a little kid anymore. As you said at Easter, I am growing into a strapping lad, I can't sleep on your two seat sofa for three weeks. I was just thinking, I know it would be a big favour and a bit cheeky but couldn't you ask Paul if I could stay with him? We got on so well last year, you know I would not cause him any trouble. My ticket is paid for and it's non-refundable so it would be a shame to waste it. Also if I was with you in York I would only be in your way as you would be spending all your time at the hospital and fussing over Gran" "Well you do have some valid points but I would need your Mum and Dad to OK it before I could even think of asking Paul, and as you say it is a big favour to ask of someone you have only met a few times." I spent a few more minutes pushing my case but Gramps would not budge, he would not call Paul until I had spoken to Mum and Dad and they had said I could go. The next two hours until Dad got home were hell. I tried do some homework but could not concentrate. I even watched the video I had taken of Paul but even that did not lift my gloomy mood. When Dad eventually got home we all sat down I explained my idea. Eventually after a lot of promising to be well behaved for Paul and plain out and out begging, they relented and Dad said he would give Gramps a call. All I could do now was wait and pray Paul would say yes. ...... "Paul that is the favour, could Andy come and stay with you for the three weeks?" My mind was in turmoil, I well remember Andy from meeting him last year. Now normally my age range is hunky 25+ guys not a 13 year old just hitting puberty but that sexy lad had got to me. He was about 5ft tall and slim build with just a hint of muscles starting to develop replacing the puppy fat. There was something about him when I first meet him at the bar that pinged my gaydar and I was sure he was sneakily taking pics of me. Also when I dropped into the conversation I was gay, it immediately got his attention, although he tried his best to hide it from the other adults. My suspicions were confirmed when they came up to the villa and could not keep his eyes of the bulge in my swimmers, and gave me a good grope in the pool when we were playing around. Fuck, how could I say no to having a sexy lad like him stay but also how could I keep my hands off him. I decided to try to play it cool with David so he did not think I would try to molest his only Grandson. I did however have a feeling after our horsing around in the pool that it might be Andy coming on to me, in which case it would be rude to say no if he made the first move. If it came out it might mean the end of my friendship with David and Carol and I would probably never see Andy again. At least, unlike the UK I would not end up in jail as the age of consent in Spain is 13. "David, why would a young lad like Andy want to come and stay with and old queer like me?" "Well firstly as far as I am concerned you may be gay but no way are you queer, secondly you are not old and thirdly it was Andy who came up with the idea." "Well that puts me in my place. What about Sam and Matt, are they OK with it?" "Yes I had a long talk with Matt and we have no issues with Andy staying with you. We know it's a big favour to ask but it would get us all out of a pickle and save him being miserable with us in York." "Well I think Andy has out manoeuvred all of us, what can I say but yes? You better give me his mobile number so I can break the bad news to him." "Hi is that Andy?" "Yes who's this?" replied a voice that was deeper than I remembered "Andy, what time does you flight land in Alicante on Friday?" "PAUL" Andy yelled down the phone, luckily I was expecting a bit of a reaction so had moved the phone away from my ear so was not completely deafened. Sorry, there has not been any sex so far but you can be certain things hot up in part 2