Date: Thu, 5 Feb 2009 08:04:49 +0000
From: Damian Morris <damian_morris@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Italian Villa story

Every year Mum and Dad would rent a villa in Italy for the summer and we'd
spend the entire holiday there. It was something of a ritual that all three
of us would decamp for as much of the summer as school holidays would
allow. The last couple of these summers trips were not as much fun as they
could have been as Mum and Dad's marriage was slowly disintegrating and
they had started to argue a lot. They were trying to stay together for my
sake and sometimes I wished they wouldn't. Then when I was 14, Mum was in a
hit and run accident. She was in hospital for months, all over the summer,
but died in the September.

Dad was devastated and went completely to pieces. I pretty much looked
after myself that winter and the next summer, when I was 15, there was no
possibility of a summer trip. Partly because we didn't organise one and
partly because Dad had let things slide and he wasn't earning as much money
as usual.

The following year things got back together. We moved house, Dad got his
act together and started earning some serious money. To my surprise he
suggested a trip to Italy during the Easter holidays. Easter was late so
the weather was half decent. We rented a small place, on its own, but with
a pool. It came with a pool boy, the old housekeepers grandson. He was
slightly older than me, and very charming and a bit sexy. If I'd not been
with Dad I might have chanced my arm, but I didn't dare to.

I'd known I was gay since I was around 13, but I didn't get much sex.
Sometimes a couple of mates and I fooled around, but opportunities seemed
to be limited. So instead I wanked a lot, and I mean a lot.

The last night of the Easter trip I woke up around midnight; we'd gone to
bed relatively early. I had a raging hard on and decided to do something
about it. I heard a noise outside and went to the window to look. I
couldn't believe what I saw. By the pool there was Dad and the pool boy,
Gianni. Both were naked. I could see quite clearly in the moonlight. Gianni
was on his knees with Dad's cock in his mouth. I started wanking
immediately. I did it a second time when Dad got around to fucking Gianni's
tight arse. I stopped looking before they finished, nervous that I might be
discovered.

I was amazed; Dad having sex with guys. I wondered if that was what the
arguments with Mum had been about. I didn't know how to raise the matter,
to tell him that I knew. There was never a really good moment in the
conversation, after all how do you slip in a sentence such as 'by the way
Dad, I saw you fucking Gianni the pool boy'.

It was Dad himself who gave me the opportunity. He suggested we might hire
a villa for summer. Because of my exams I'd get off school early and we
would be able to go away for over 2 months. I asked him whether we'd be
hiring the villa we'd had at Easter. He looked puzzled and said no, but we
could if I liked it. With my heart in my mouth I said that I'd wondered
whether he'd want to see Gianni again. Without thinking he said no, that it
had just been a bit of holiday fun. But then he looked aghast and realised
who he was talking to.

I admitted that I'd seen them. In order to convince him that I wasn't
shocked I had to explain that I was gay as well. It was a slightly weird
conversation, with me reassuring him rather than the other way round. I
longed to ask about how he came to get married if he liked guys and that
sort of thing, but it didn't seem the right time.

We never did have that conversation, the time was never right. Dad
organised us another villa and then it was my exams, so I had something
else on my mind.


It was when we were packing that he hit me with something unexpected. The
villa had its own pool and wasn't overlooked, mainly because it was part of
a bigger complex which for some reason hadn't been built. So Dad suggested
that we not bother with swimming costumes or shorts, sunbathe and swim
naked. He looked at me and asked if I was OK with this, if I didn't mind
seeing my old man naked. I grinned and said that I was comfortable with it
if he; if he didn't mind seeing me naked.

Dad explained that he far preferred being naked, especially outside in the
sun. It was one of the things he and Mum had argued about, she didn't think
it right that I see them naked whilst I was a kid. Dad figured that as I
was about to be 16 even Mum couldn't have objected. I asked him if we
should go the whole way and spend the whole time in the villa naked. It was
his turn to grin and we agreed. So having seen my Dad fucking the pool boy
I was now going to spend 2 months with him on what was effectively a nudist
holiday. Was I nervous?. Yes, but I couldn't wait.

He also had a further suggestion for me. This was entirely up to me he
explained, he was going commando for the whole holiday, he wasn't taking
any underwear with him. I asked him if he always went commando and he said
he did so quite often, he pushed the front of his trousers down and I got a
glimpse of his pubes and the top of his cock. I grinned again and said that
I'd be doing the same.

Dad left me to my packing; he didn't get involved and if I missed anything,
then I had to live with it. I reflected on the surprises that he'd sprung
on me and how in the last 30 minutes we'd bonded far more than we'd done in
ages. It augured well for the holiday, if only I could stop myself getting
a hard-on all the time.

The hard-on issue started to worry me a little. It was OK saying you were
happy to wander around naked in front of your Father, but I spend a
considerable amount of time with my cock either hard, getting hard and
having been hard. It was going to be difficult to conceal.

The matter came up, quite by accident, when we were sitting in the airport
waiting for our flight to be called. We'd been talking about the pool and
Dad had explained that the owner would call in occasionally but that we'd
have to look after it as well. I commented that that meant we wouldn't have
a pool boy. I hadn't meant to be suggestive, but of course Pool Boy was
rather a loaded word. Dad coloured slightly and said that if anything
happened he'd be discreet but that Gianni had been the first time in a long
time, and wasn't planned.

This led to the conversation that we'd never had. The one where he
explained how he was bi etc. Whilst it was good to have the conversation,
and to clear the air; talking with your Dad about his sex life is a bit
crazy and creepy as well. But it got things out in the open so I felt able
to ask my question about getting hard. Except, of course, I had to have 3
or 4 goes before I could actually say 'getting hard' to him. I suppose I
shouldn't have been surprised at the response. Instead of saying that we'd
have to be discreet and civilised, he said that I should never be
embarrassed at being hard, I should be proud of it. That it happened to him
as well and we shouldn't be ashamed of it. I pressed further, just to make
sure, and as far as he was concerned it was OK for me to wander around with
a hard-on. Now, whether I'd actually do so is another matter of course. I
couldn't see me wandering around parading it, but it would make things like
the morning dash to the bathroom a lot easier.

It was quite late by the time we got to the villa, what with waiting for
our luggage, picking up the hire car, finding our way out of the airport
and getting lost once we'd left the autostrada. It was on the edge of a
large village/small town, sitting on the side of the hill. The villa had
superb views across the valley, but was profoundly ugly and looked like a
building site. The place we were renting was finished, just about, but the
remaining villas in the complex had been started before being
abandoned. Still, it meant that we were going to be alone. It was sheltered
from the road by a tall wall, so we definitely would not be overlooked. We
were to collect the key from the local bar. In fact the owner was there
himself; Luca was a big guy with a mop of dark curly hair, a substantial
moustache, gap teeth, a lovely smile and a huge tuft of hair poking out
above his shirt. He looked to be about Dad's age, i.e. mid to late 30's. He
insisted on walking us back to the villa and showing us round, talking in
broken English and our poor Italian.

Inside there was one big kitchen/dining area with a smaller sitting area
with a TV. Off this was the sole bedroom, Dad's room; I would be sleeping
in a little alcove off the sitting area in a rather lumpy single
bed. Hardly ideal and not quite what we'd imagined.

We were both famished so after Luca left we walked back into the village to
grab a bite to eat from the Trattoria in the main square. Everyone seemed
friendly, but quite curious. Once we got back to the villa I started to
unpack and Dad disappeared into his bedroom to do the same. I'd nearly
finished when he came out, naked, allowing me go get a good look at his
cock for the first time.

Dad was in pretty good shape for his age (unlike some of the Dad's of my
school friends). He was of medium height and quite bulky, but with decently
defined chest. He wasn't very hairy, just a smattering of dark hair around
his tits and a treasure trail leading down his belly to a mass of
pubes. His cock was long and thick even when soft, uncut, the head of his
dick just showed, his balls disappeared under a dark fuzz of hair. When I
got a look at it his crack was equally hairy.

He asked me if I wanted a beer, I agreed and whilst he went to get one I
stripped off. I look a lot like a slighter version of my Dad. My hair is a
lighter brown, and I'm nowhere near as hairy. My cock looks like a slightly
smaller version of his, I just hoped it would grow a bit more soon.

I felt slightly awkward at first, wandering round naked; but liked the
freedom of it and got a kick out of the fact that it was just Dad and I
together. Then he suggested that we go for a swim. We switched the pool
lights on and went outside. The air was still warm and the pool felt
lovely, we swam for a bit then messed around, wrestling and splashing
about. It was only when we were drying off I realised that Dad's cock had
started to get hard, his foreskin was fully pulled back revealing his cock
head and it was almost horizontal. He didn't make much of it, but once dry
we wrapped ourselves in towels. He went to do some work on his laptop and I
tried to get the TV to show a half-decent TV channel.

Next morning I woke late. Dad was already up, I could hear him typing away
at his lap-top in the kitchen. I had my usual morning wood and had to work
up courage to walk right past him with it on the way to piss. Just the
thought of doing it seemed to make my cock get harder, so I got out of bed
and sauntered past him, saying good morning, as if he saw me naked with a
hard on every day. He smiled and seemed unembarrassed, in fact he got a
good look at my cock. His was hidden under the table.

Most of the day was devoted to being lazy in the sun. We each helped the
other with sun tan cream but restricted it to backs only, though Dad's
hands did wander to the top of my buttocks. At some point Luca appeared, to
explain the workings of the pool cleaning stuff. He appeared unsurprised to
see us both naked. Dad put a pair of shorts on to wander around with him,
but I stayed naked lying face down on the sun lounger. Luca was wearing a
pair of shorts and a baggy t-shirt, which revealed a substantial pair of
very hairy legs, and even more chest hair. I wanted to see him naked but
couldn't imagine in happening.

Late afternoon I was starting to feel randy, and my dick was getting
hard. I was lying face down, which meant that I had a good view of Dad in
the opposite sun lounger. He turned over onto his back to reveal a
magnificent hard on, his dick pointed straight upwards.

He looked at me and smiled, without saying anything he started to stroke
his cock. I rolled over and sat on the edge of the lounger, so that I could
see him properly and he could see my own erect cock. We both kept stroking,
at first gently and then with increasing intensity until we both came. It
was all done in complete silence, and was incredibly hot. Dad didn't bother
cleaning up the cum, he just rubbed it on his skin so I did likewise.

It was only when we were walking back from the village shop that Dad
mentioned the episode. We'd decided to eat at home and had gone to buy some
basic stuff. Whilst slowly walking back to the villa he said that he hoped
I'd not been embarrassed this afternoon. He didn't say what by, but I knew
what he was talking about. I said not, quite the contrary. He grinned and
commented that not everyone wanted to see their Dad beating his meat. I
said that I liked us being relaxed together. Feeling a bit daring, I went
on to say that I liked seeing him hard and had enjoyed watching him
wank. He commented that he'd enjoyed it as well and that it was not every
Dad who got to see his son masturbating. He asked me if it was OK if we did
it again and I said yes. Then he changed the subject, I realised that the
matter was closed.

Before turning in we had another swim. This time without the pool lights
on, just in the moonlight. When he got out of the pool Dad made no attempt
to hide his hard on and soon the two of us were beating our meat
again. This time we sat on the pool edge and I was far closer to Dad. I
could see that at some time during the day he'd trimmed his pubes and
shaved his balls. Now you could see them quite clearly. I wondered whether
he'd shaved the crack in his arse as well.

Next morning I felt less inhibited about walking past Dad with my morning
wood, in fact I positively enjoyed it. Whilst showering I decided to follow
Dad's lead and I shaved my balls, though there were no where near as hairy
as Dad's. I trimmed my pubes and also shaved my crack, which was
surprisingly hairy. When I came out of the bathroom Dad commented on how
long I'd been so I had to explain that I'd been tidying myself up. He
smiled and said that it looked good and showed my cock off well.

Once outside in the sun Dad offered to put cream on my back, only this time
he didn't stop there. Once my back was done he continued onto my legs and
worked his way up to my arse. Not only did he massage this well, but his
fingers eagerly explored my crack. A couple of times he pressed a finger
against my hole, but did not go any further. After he'd done my balls he
told me to turn over. I did so, revealing a very hard cock. He teased me
further by rubbing cream onto by legs and chest, before addressing my cock;
this he massaged firmly and I came pretty quickly. Dad rubbed the cum into
my belly. He then stood up, showing his own erect cock, and said it was his
turn.

I performed exactly the same service on him, starting with his back. I was
able to confirm that he had shaved his crack smooth and the sight of his
hole made me eager to go further, but I was a little nervous and did
nothing more to him than he'd done to me.

Luca called in to check that everything was OK. This time he wasn't wearing
a t-shirt, and showed off a well developed and very hairy chest, with a
very tempting rug of hair disappearing into the waistband of his
shorts. Neither Dad nor I bothered to dress so he got a good view of both
our cocks, which didn't seem to phase him and I think he enjoyed it.

In the afternoon there was a repeat application of sun cream. This time
Dad's finger did make its way gently up my hole, quite a way in fact. I'd
never been fucked, it was something still on my list of things to do. But
I'd put plenty of other objects up my hole, so it welcomed Dad's
finger. When I returned the favour, Dad's hole was tight but responsive. I
knew by then that I wanted him to fuck me but didn't know how to broach the
subject.

That evening after dinner Dad's brought up the subject of sex, in a round
about way. He asked me if I was enjoying myself and if there was anything
special I wanted to do. Usually when away we'd laze around for the first
week and then start going off and seeing things. I said that I was happy to
stay here and mess about with him. He asked me if I was sure, and I nodded
and heart in my mouth said that I liked the way we'd started to have sex
together. He said are you sure again, I said yes. He responded that he was
enjoying it too. He went on to ask if I wasn't freaked out by being so
intimate with my father and I said it was something I'd wanted for ages.

We were both hard now. We never did go for a swim, instead Dad took my cock
into his mouth. For the first time we had proper sex, not just pretending
we were doing something else. Dad explored my cock and my arse with his
tongue and I did likewise. I managed to come twice, the first time whilst
Dad's tongue was deep inside my arse. He didn't fuck me, but I was sure
that would come.

Next morning, when I came out of the bathroom from my morning piss it
seemed quite natural that Dad would suck me off and I reciprocated. As he
was sitting down, he lifted his legs onto the arms of the chair giving me
another go at his shaved arse; a great way to wake up!

When it was time to put on the sun-screen I offered first and slowly did
his back and legs. When it came to his arse I was a little more daring than
the previous day and my finger went far into his hole, so that when he
turned over his cock was rock solid. I left this till last and applied
sun-screen over it but then instead of masturbating him, I stood astride
his body and lowered my arse onto his waiting cock. He'd looked bemused at
first but grinned widely when he realised what I was doing. So I finally
got what I'd fantasized about, and Dad fucked me, and not just once. We
both seemed to spend the rest of the day hard and Dad fucked me repeatedly.

Luca called round in the afternoon to ask us if we'd like to join him for
dinner at the Trattoria in the village, we agreed with alacrity. I was in
the pool when he arrived. My cock was starting to get hard and I was pretty
sure that Luca got a good look at it even though I was in the water. So as
he was leaving I got out the pool, giving Luca a good view of my, by now,
hard cock. I was amazed at myself, not only was I being fucked by my Dad
but I was wandering about showing off my hard cock. And I was loving
it. And of course, after Luca left we fucked again.

We got to talking about how hairy he was and Dad commented that when he'd
been young he'd wanted to be as hairy as Luca, which of course didn't
happen. Then he said something fascinating, that he'd shaved everything off
and gone completely smooth. I asked if he'd done this recently, but he said
no, that Mum hadn't liked it. I thought that it sounded really hot and said
so, so Dad asked me if I fancied giving it a go. I agreed and we ended up
in the bathroom shaving each other. It didn't take long for me to shave
Dad's pubes as his arse and balls were already done.

When it was finished, he looked great with his cock jutting out from a
smooth belly. Even though I'd finished shaving him, I continued to play
with his arse, my finger slipped easily into his hole. First one finger,
then two; finally Dad guided my cock into his arse. It felt fabulous, my
cock slipping in and out of his tight hole, something I had never dreamed
of. Afterwards, whilst Dad shaved me, I commented that I'd never imagined
I'd get to fuck him. He asked me if I'd enjoyed it, I told him that I had
and he said that his hole was available to me whenever I wanted; I could
fuck him as often as I could. Needless to say by the time Dad had finished
shaving me I was hard again, so I fucked him again.

We were almost late for our date with Luca, but it was worth it. I though
both of us looked fabulous with our cocks completely shaved and it seemed a
shame to have to put clothes on. We just wore shorts and t shirts as the
restaurant was pretty casual. Luca greeted us warmly when we arrived. We
were shown to a quiet table at the back and Luca insisted on sitting
between Dad and I.

The meal was relaxed and fun, Luca proved to be an entertaining companion.
It was afterwards that things started to get a little interesting. During
the meal I'd felt the pressure of Luca's leg on mine and once we'd finished
eating his hand accidentally on purpose came to rest on my naked knee. I
didn't object and his hand crept further up my thigh. I looked over a Dad
and Luca's other hand was similarly exploring Dad's naked thigh. Luca
didn't do much else, I think he was a little too aware of us being in a
public place where he was recognised. I had expected him to come home with
us, Dad offered him a night cap. But he said that he had to get home.
Instead we arranged from him to come over for a swim the following day.

We didn't have a swim, but we did sit by the pool stroking our naked
cocks. Finally I got up and lowered myself onto Dad's waiting cock, taking
it deep into my arse. I sat facing him and he leaned over and kissed me, a
long deep kiss. I'd never been kissed by a man before and loved it, I
responded so that we spent a long time with Dad's cock in my arse and his
tongue in my throat.

Afterwards he asked me if I wanted to sleep with him. I accepted with
alacrity partly because my bed was so uncomfortable but partly because I
loved the idea of waking up with Dad's hard cock next to me. Before we went
to sleep Dad said that I could sleep with him every night if I wanted to, I
did want to. I said I'd keep him to the promise.

During the night I woke up with a hard-on. I was snuggled up to Dad, my
cock pressing against his arse. It seemed only natural, and he didn't
object when I slipped it into his hole. Well, I must confess that his hole
was tight and I had to thrust more than slip, but it felt great and Dad
moaned as I fucked him.

Dad was up by the time I woke, and I enjoyed walking across the kitchen
showing off my hard-on in its newly shaved state. We didn't fuck, but I
knelt down and took Dad's cock and balls into my mouth, eating his cum for
breakfast was a great start to the day.

By the time Luca arrived we were both hard, and didn't bother to disguise
it. He had on a pair of white briefs under his trousers, these showed a
significant bulge, he was as hard as we were. Luca was hairy all over, his
chest hair going down onto his belly and turning into a mass of pubes. His
cock was only average but jutted out proudly above a pair of low hanging,
hairy balls.

He lay down on one of the recliners and took Dad's cock into his mouth.
Despite all the hair I attacked his cock and balls. Then he lifted up his
legs and guided my mouth to his arse. His crack was very hairy but his hole
tight and inviting. I couldn't believe it, despite appearing to be an
Italian stud, Luca wanted to be fucked. I fucked him first, then Dad took
over and finally I fucked him again. Dad grinned and said I was a lucky
bastard being so young and able to get hard so quickly.

Luca didn't say a lot but I gathered that he was single and lived with his
ageing father. He seemed to rely on visitors to get his sex. Our being
smooth attracted him, he mentioned it two or three times and seemed to find
it a real turn on. Before he left we had another round and Luca's arse took
both my cock and then Dad's once more. As he was leaving Dad invited him to
come over tomorrow for a swim and then a meal.

We were lazy for the rest of the day, though Dad did manage to fuck me
again. Early evening we decided to go into the village for a drink and
perhaps a meal. Whilst we were sat outside the bar, enjoying the evening
sun and a cool beer, we got talking to another English guy who was there
with his daughter of about 12. They were staying in a flat in a small
complex the other side of the village. Tony was tall and blond, with
long-ish hair and rather a sexy full beard. He was just wearing a
sleeveless vest and shorts, so we could see that his body was attractively
hairy as well. As he leaned over to talk to us I got the impression that
his tits were pierced, but it was hardly the conversation you could
have. The gap between his shorts and t-shirt revealed an expanse of
attractive hairy belly. When he stood up to go to the bar to get another
drink, his shorts had slipped and I got a glimpse of his pubes and the
crack in his arse, before he hitched them up. He was going commando. As we
left, Tony invited us to join him for a walk in the hills the next morning.
Dad said that he had to work but I agreed, though would have to be back in
time for Luca coming; I didn't want to miss that.

When we got home we shaved again, I was starting to enjoy the ritual. Once
I'd finished shaving Dad I got to fuck him and he responded in kind once
he'd fucked me.