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Please consider donating. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html - Perseus (@PerseusWrites on Twitter) *** Chapter 7 - Holiday Memories We were making good time on our way to the airport. Nicky saw us off about an hour ago and in just one hour more we would be making our way through security. When Jake told us he wanted to defer going to university for a year we thought we would book a few more holidays than we usually do. We were lucky enough to go away at least once or twice a year. Europe, especially, has a special place in our hearts thanks to its liberal attitudes. Before Jake came along there were always places for us to go where we would fit in and you could always find a very gay friendly resort or town wherever you went. This was our first time to Spain since we had Jake. We used to come here a lot before he was born and I was excited to be able to show him all the places we used to go. I had found a great villa. Two bedrooms, a shared bathroom, a nice kitchen for Damon to cook in and its own private terrace and pool with a great sea view. It was so close to the beach it may as well have been on it. And what a great little beach it was - a gay nudist beach, nice and discreet and a wooded area nearby. It was one that we were all too familiar with. Although it was technically family friendly, you rarely got families on there. Most of the action took place in the quieter more discreet areas anyway. Damon and I had a lot of fond memories of that beach and we were looking forward to introducing it to Jake and pass the baton so to speak. Damon and I have always been a nudist beach couple and that turned into a nudist beach family when we had Jake. We have great family friendly nudist beaches back home. This would be Jake's first time on a nudist beach where pretty much anything goes, though. No polite nods towards your junk if it is getting a bit too stiff to tell you to hide it or wade into the sea until it goes down. Think more winks and thumbs up! Damon parked up at the airport and we checked in pretty effortlessly, settling in one of the smaller lounges. It was an early flight and there weren't many people around. Us three and a small family across the other side. The man looked to be in his early 40s and his wife might have been about 5 or 6 years his junior. Their young kids were playing around at their feet causing no harm. I bet their parents were hoping they would tire themselves out before boarding. We've been there! The three of us were sat next to each other in a line spaced out over a row of 6 chairs. Jake was quite sleepy and Damon had his arm wrapped around him as Jake nestled his head onto his chest, resting his eyes. "How was your night with Nicky, sweetie?" I heard Damon ask him. Jake seemed to perk up straight away and a grin stretched out across his face. "It was good, we had a really good talk. Actually, something came up..." he said, releasing himself from Damon's bare arm and sitting up straight. I knew pretty quickly what he must be referring to. "Ah," I said. "So, he told you about what happened after your party." Jake was aware that Damon and I had fooled around with Nicky on the night of his birthday party. After he saw the message from Nicky in the sauna, we couldn't really do anything but come clean. We hadn't talked about it much since but Jake was absolutely fine with it. If anything, he was happy for Nicky. It seems the kid has had a crush on us for a long time. "Not exactly," Jake said. "Oh?" "I really thought he was going to, you know. He was building up to something and then I think he chickened out," Jake laughed. "Maybe you should tell him you already know! I bet it's eating him up inside," Damon said, showing exactly why Jake calls him the sensible one. "I'll put him out of his misery if he doesn't tell me when we come back," he said. He's a good lad. Good heart. "He did tell me about your night together though..." "Wait," I said letting out a deep chuckle. "He couldn't tell you he fooled around with us but he could tell you exactly how it went down?!" "Right? I guess he didn't realise I knew exactly who he was talking about otherwise he wouldn't have been so explicit!" "How explicit?" Damon asked beginning to crack a smile himself. "He didn't leave out any details. Sounds like you guys had a very fun night!" He didn't leave out any details? So, he knew that Damon was on the phone to him when he blew his load? I doubt it! Good on Nicky for telling him what happened with enough detail to keep him interested but not too much to shake him up and spill the beans. "I hope he made us sound good," I said, laughing and putting my hand on my crotch, giving my bulge a squeeze. "As if you need Nicky's help to make that look good," Jake said smiling and nodding towards what my hand was covering. We all broke out into a full laugh and I suddenly remembered we weren't alone. I looked over to the family and the dad was looking back smiling at us. The rest of his family seemed oblivious, caught up in their own little world. I shot him a wink and gave him a nod. He didn't seem to mind that we were causing a ruckus in an otherwise quiet lounge. If anything, he seemed to relish in it. The minutes passed and we heard the first call for our flight. Damon and Jake gathered our things and headed towards the gate but I needed to take a leak before we got on the plane. It was a small bathroom rather than the big ones nearer the shopping area. It was just a cubicle and two urinals. I picked out the one furthest from the door and tugged my dick out through the fly. It was looking pretty impressive and slightly chubbed up. As the stream began to hit the ceramics I heard footsteps and finally a familiar sigh of relief as he began to piss in the urinal next to me. "Hey there," he said with a heavy accent that I couldn't quite place. I turned to my left and was greeted with the warm smile of the dad across from us in the lounge. He was a handsome man. Dark and well-groomed hair but very light eyes. A neatly trimmed beard. His shirt emphasised his chest. I wouldn't say he was toned but he looked solid. Good chest, strong stomach. "Good morning," I said, surprised that he wanted to make small talk. "You with your family?" "My husband and my son," I said. No matter how old you are, you never stop coming out to people. Your family and friends when you sit them down. The local jeweller when you're buying the engagement ring. And now a friendly stranger at the urinal. "Thought so, y'all look real happy together," he said with a smile that looked genuinely heartfelt. "I hope my family are still that tight when our kids are your boys age." "I'm sure you will be," I said, stroking the last few drops out. "Are you heading out to Sitges too?" "Sure are!" I was honestly surprised. Sure, it was still a place for everyone, but Sitges was very popular with the gay community. This guy seemed pretty relaxed about it all though. "Well maybe we will see you around..." I said, lingering for him to step in with a name. "Austin," he said, taking his hand off his cock and holding it out to shake mine. "Like the city." "Eddie," I said grabbing it firmly and shaking his arm a bit too hard. His stream almost hitting the wall rather than the urinal. "That's a helluva shake you've got there, Eddie! See you around." I made my exit and caught up with Jake and Damon in the queue. There were more people in it than what the lounge had me believe. I saw Austin's wife and kids a few places ahead looking out for their Dad. I had a feeling it wouldn't be the last we saw of him. *** The flight was pretty uneventful and thanks to a few naps here and there it seemed to go pretty quickly. Our friendly cab driver dropped us off right outside our villa and helped us in with all our luggage, even going as far as offering to show us around. I guess he could have just been trying to get another job out of us but I like to think he was a proud local wanting to help. The area hadn't changed much since we last came 20 years ago so politely declined and gave him a hefty tip. By the time we had unpacked, freshened up and got settled into our new home for the next 10 days it was four in the afternoon. I suggested we have a wonder around the town for a bit and grab a bite to eat. We found a nice little restaurant in a side street just off the main thoroughfare and placed our order. It was a slow and gentle service. They weren't looking to turn tables so we had the night to ourselves. We were on our fourth or fifth beers by the time we finished our mains. We asked for a bit of a break before looking at the dessert menu. "I think this is going to be our best holiday yet," a tipsy Jake suddenly came out with. "What makes you say that, kid?" I asked. If it was possible, he got even more gentle and cuddly and sweet natured when he had had a bit to drink. "This is gonna be like... our first big gay holiday!" he laughed, raising a glass. "Cheers!" Damon said raising his glass and laughing and I dutifully raised mine too for a satisfying clink. That's not necessarily what we had in mind when we made these plans. For me and Damon it was more reliving one of our favourite holidays before Jake was born. And for Jake, we wanted him to experience the sort of fun holidays we did now he was old enough. "How about tomorrow we start our day off at the beach and then do absolutely fuck all until we feel like it?" I suggested. "I'll drink to that!" Jake said. Damon and I gave each other a knowing look. We both knew that at this point Jake would drink to anything. "It's a nudist beach, Jake, and probably not one that you're used to," Damon said. "What? I've been to loads of nude beaches with you guys!" "Yes, but they were family nudist beaches. There were rules and etiquette..." "What your dad is trying to say..." I said, interrupting my husband. "This is a gay nudist beach. Things are a lot more open. A bit in your face. You don't have to put a magazine over your dick or get waist deep into the ocean every time you pop a boner." "Oh..." Jake said, the look on his face showing us that his mind was beginning to wonder. "When you don't get many families peoples inhibitions are lessened," Damon said, ever the sensible Dad. "You might see some action is what we are getting at. If there are families about though, it goes without saying that you need to take that action elsewhere." "That's fine," Jake said, rocking slightly. A smile formed on his face as if remembering something. "I've seen action on the nudist beaches we've been to when I was younger." "You have?" I asked. What had he seen?! We had been going to family friendly nudist beaches since he could walk and we had never seen anything like that going on! He paused for a moment, that goofy drunken grin still planted on his face, and then he made eye contact with me. I raised my brow as if to silently ask my question again. "You know, I would destroy a sundae right now," he said and called over the waiter. It was clear he heard my question. I wasn't going to push him on it. If he wanted to talk about it, he would and my husband and I would both be more than happy to listen. We had our dessert, settled the bill and made our way home walking through the dimly lit streets. Jake's arms were wrapped around our shoulders as he attempted to walk between us, using us as human crutches when he lost his balance. The things we do for our kids. A few more glasses of wine were had when we got back to the villa. All of us were out on the terrace and talking the night away. I looked at my watch and noticed it was past midnight. "Right, bed time I reckon, we want to get a good spot on the beach tomorrow, right?" We all got up and Jake stumbled into our bedroom, collapsing on our bed as he struggled to tug off his t-shirt. "Hey there bud," Damon said sitting beside him and stroking his hair. "Your bedroom is the one with all your shit in, remember?" I laughed at how earnestly and politely my husband had just told our son to fuck off back to his own room. And then Jake started laughing, none of us knowing if he knew what he was even laughing at. "I wanna stay here with you guys tonight, I wanna have a sleepover," he said, his arms flailing about as he gesticulated excitedly. "Fine," I sighed with a smile. "But you need to get out of these clothes, you're going to melt otherwise." It was a hot night and while the aircon helped, it wasn't going to be enough. Damon went to the bathroom to get ready for bed and I began to help Jake undress. I say help. He lay there on the bed putting in no effort whatsoever. I took off his shoes and socks and then pulled his arms so he was sitting up. "Take off your shirt, kid," I said. He looked at me and raised his arms and smiled. I laughed. He was still my little boy. I gently pulled at his tight-fitting t-shirt. It was clinging to his body, accentuating his slim but firm frame. My hands brushed his abs and then, as I pulled further upwards, his nipples. His small, erect nipples. An intrusive thought entered my head as a bolt of electricity crackled through my fingers. I wanted to touch, pinch them. Not like in a teasing fatherly way. For pure pleasure. I shook my head to try to shake that idea out of it. I hadn't thought about our afternoon in the sauna for a few days but maybe it had changed the way I look at him more than I though. He wasn't my little boy any more. He was a man. A gorgeous man. What was I thinking? I finally freed him of his shirt and he collapsed back down onto our bed, his legs hanging over the edge till his feet were flat on the floor. He put his arm across his forehead, showing off his pits. I didn't want to tickle him like I would when he was young. I wanted to bury my nose and tongue in them. Focus, Eddie! I undid the buckle of his skinny jeans. "Lift your bum up kid," I asked in a low voice that vibrated through my body. From the wiggle he did, it vibrated through his body too. I removed them in one quick swipe, turning them inside out as I did. I hesitated. Jake sometimes slept naked, sometimes slept in his underwear. He was filling his briefs nicely. I put my fingers on the waistband. "On or off?" I asked. "On I think," he said smiling and shuffling backwards into the bed and throwing the duvet over himself. "Thanks Dad." Damon came back into the bedroom completely naked. "Bathroom's free," he said, kissing me on the cheek and joining Jake under the duvet. He was going to be in the middle and I would be on the other end. I walked over to the bathroom and not a moment too soon. My cock began to rise to full mast. It was as though it knew it was safe to come out now. I tore off my clothes in record time and began my bedtime routine. By the time I finished I was still obscenely hard. I gave it a few tugs but it still wouldn't go down. Fuck it. I was going to have to suck it up and go to bed like this. Not like Jake hasn't seen it all before. As I walked into the bedroom with a sheepish smile, I noticed Jake was already on his side with his back to Damon and snoozing away. "Fucking typical," Damon said, sitting up against the headboard, the duvet covering his crotch. "Begs for a sleepover then falls asleep immediately!" "You know what he's like when he's drunk, he's going to be knocked out till morning," I grinned. "Good job too, stud," he said as his eyes lowered onto my cock. "Why don't you bring that to bed. I clambered in and turned off the bedside lamp. The room was dark and my husband turned onto his side, his back to me. He gently pushed his ass against my cock and let out a soft moan. I wrapped my arms around his chest and pulled him closer, kissing his neck. He reached back and began to stroke my dick and my hand wondered down to his cock to find it rock hard too. "I've been waiting all night for this, sir," he whispered. "Didn't think I was going to get it tonight." I realised how close my husband's cock was to Jake as I began to stroke him; my hand occasionally nudging his bum gently on the upstroke. I moaned into my husband's ear. "You still want this daddy dick, do you?" "Yes, sir," he whispered without turning around as he began rubbing my cock between his cheeks. He wanted it bad. Jake's light, soft snores continued. "You know what this reminds me of, pig?" "What, daddy?" "Our first holiday with Jake," I said aloud, my deep voice carrying through the room. A sharp exhale from his nose as he bit his lip told me he remembered exactly what I was talking about. The precum on my fingers was the icing on the cake. I lifted my fingers to his mouth and he sucked it clean. "Remember?" He nodded. *** We had finally got to the campsite. For the first few years of having Jake we didn't want to step foot anywhere near a plane. We were too nervous to even take him for a 'staycation'. Damon put his foot down and said we needed to snap out of it. So here we were. Our first family holiday. This was our first-time camping. We weren't really the sort. A nice hotel and a swimming pool would be our ideal holiday and day of the week. I guess now we could say we've done it. And this would be more exciting for little Jakey. I had hastily purchased the first 3-man tent I came across and got some basics, including a double sleeping bag for me and Damien and a junior sleeping bag for the wee lad. We put up the tent quite easily but soon realised that 3 men was probably closer to 3 children. The thing was tiny. How do people do this regularly?! There was just enough room for the three of us to lie down together. "Sleep! Sleep!" yelled a tired and angry Jake at the top of his lungs. "Yes sweetie, time to sleep," I said, stroking his hair. The day had been action packed. We took him into the woods and foraged, there was a playground nearby which he wore himself out on, and then we cooked a lovely barbecue together. It had actually been quite pleasant, accommodation aside. I knelt down and got him into his Superman pyjamas and tucked him into his little sleeping bag. He looked so snug. Damon kissed him on the forehead and he smiled, turning his body away from us and our sleeping bag. He was in a deep sleep in moments. Poor guy, all tuckered out. "Our turn," I said as we both gingerly stripped off, bowing our heads and awkwardly contorting our bodies. We tried to quietly clamber into our own sleeping back. There must have been a trick to it that we didn't get. It didn't come with instructions! It was a tight fit but we were in, my husband being the little spoon to my big spoon. I had no choice but to wrap my arms around him. "Fun day," he sighed. "Better than I thought it would be," I whispered as I gently grinded my hips against him. "It can get better," he said. I could tell he was smiling. I kissed the back of his neck as my cock began to grow in the crease between his cheeks. Our sex life certainly hadn't suffered since we had Jake. I guess that's the bonus of not having to push the lad out of our own genitalia, unless you count the petri dish we spunked into! If anything, it had just got more adventurous as we had to figure out new ways to have our fun. And tonight was going to a new one to add to the list. I spat on my fingers and reached down to my husband's hole. I had to settle for a blowjob last night and I was aching to fuck. He let out a loud moan as my fingers entered him. "You ready for daddy's cock, boy?" "Mhmmm," he moaned back at me. I tried to push my hips back far enough to aim the head of my cock at his hole but the sleeping back was far too restrictive. I fumbled around until I found the internal zip, pulling it all the way down to my husband's knees. I folded back the top and we were both totally exposed now. Much better. With one sharp jab my cock was half way in my husband's hole. "FUCK!" he cried out, causing our boy to stir slightly. My hand shot over his mouth to cover it and I fucked him gently until we were sure Jake hadn't woken up. "Careful, baby," I said lifting off my hand. "Sorry, daddy, it just hurt so fucking good," he said. I began to pick up the pace causing Damon's cock to slap against his stomach in the rhythm to our fucking. That sound. It made my cock pulse. I thrust deeper into him, my balls beginning to match it, skin slapping on skin. Balls on ass. Cock on stomach. I could tell Damon was in that state where I could bring him to the edge quickly. "You're getting me so close, daddy," he moaned as his hand reached down to stroke his cock. "Are you going to shoot a nice big load for me, boy?" I said, quickening my pace. "Mmmhmm," he moaned again, beginning to turn his body. I grabbed his shoulders to hold him in position as I fucked deeper and deeper into him. "What are you doing, pig?" "I'm... so... close..." he panted. "Turning... away... from... Ja-" "But don't you want my hot thick load pumping into your hole, boy?" "Yes, sir, but-" "And if you turn over you're not going to get it, are you boy?" I said interrupting him. "No, but-" My hands moved from his shoulders and reached around his body till they met Damon's hands. I grabbed his wrists and pulled him into a bear hug as I quickened my pace. He wasn't able to move a muscle. The sound of skin smacking together only getting more intense. We had a safe word but deep down I knew he wasn't about to use it. "So, you're going to let me breed this hole, aren't you, boy?" "Mmhmm" "And you're going to have to let your cum shoot, now, pig," I said, a deep whisper right into his ear. "I want to feel your hole milking my cock." "Yes, sir," he moaned. "Cum for me boy," I demanded. It was like his cock was waiting for my permission. As soon as the words left my mouth, hot thick ropes of cum shot out of his cock, each squirt landing squarely on the back of Jake's sleeping bag. Coating what would have been his back but for the thick waterproof material protecting him. I kept fucking him as he came, his cock beginning to spray it everywhere now. No aim, no direction. It was a mystery where some of it landed. This was new to us. Seeing my husband cum without care in our small tent was enough to send me over the edge. His hole clenched around my dick and I unloaded every last drop inside his begging hole, grunting and biting his neck as I bred him. "Fuck, that's the most you've ever cum," I said finally pulling out of him. He was able to turn to face me now. "Thank fuck for that sleeping bag..." he said as we both collapsed into silent giggles. *** I put my hand into my husband's hair and gripped. "You enjoyed that night, didn't you pig?" "Yes, sir," he said as I reached into our nightstand to grab the lube we unpacked earlier. I smothered my cock and his hole. "Let's see if I can make you cum more than I did in the tent," I said as I eased into him. The bed creaked and so I took a soft pace. I was certain Jake would sleep through this - he never woke up when he had alcohol in him. "Oh, fuck yes, right there," Damon moaned as I hit his prostate. "You know I'm breeding you tonight, pig," I said in a growl. "Yes, daddy," "So, don't even think about trying to turn," I said, not bothering to hold his shoulders this time. That night in the tent was the riskiest, kinkiest fuck we had up to that point. It really set a standard. And we've done a lot more since then. I knew he wasn't budging. "I wouldn't have it any other way, dirty daddy," he whispered. The gentle pace meant we lasted longer. A big load was brewing in my balls and I knew Damon must be getting close. Suddenly he threw back his head. "Fuck, I'm nearly there..." "Yeah? Where's that load gonna shoot, pig?" I goaded him. He didn't respond verbally. He surprised even me by throwing back the covers that were over me and him, leaving as much as possible still covering Jake. I turned on the lamp and saw my son's peachy, hairless ass staring back at me. His briefs tucked under his cheeks. Had my husband pulled them down while I was fucking him? I daren't ask. All I knew is that I wanted to see my husband's throbbing dick unleash a hot thick load. "No sleeping bag," he whispered, his cock dangerously close to our boy's pert bum. I should stop this. But I can't. Fuck this is so hot! I knew I should stop thrusting, but I only fucked deeper. It was wrong - but is that what makes it so fucking fun? "Dirty daddy," I moaned into his ear, turning the tables. I felt his hole clench. The big finale was upon us. "Oh fuck, yes," he said almost screaming. We had improved our volume control over the years out of necessity! Rope after rope of heavy jizz erupted from the tip of my husband's cock. I watched in awe as I continued to pound my husband, Jake's buttocks now covered in his dad's thick cum. I was in ecstasy. I had every intention of unloading inside him when I first started fucking him. I wanted to breed my husband so bad but instinct took over. I pulled out of my husband and rested my cock on his hip as it began to shoot, each squirt adding to the creamy load dripping down Jake's ass. I let out one final sigh and kissed my husband on the cheek. I reached over to my son's bum and gently dragged my finger across it, scooping up as much of our mixed juice as possible. I lifted my finger to Damon's mouth and he eagerly sucked it clean. Maybe they were now the biggest loads of our lives. Damon rolled onto his back and kissed me. I tasted the cum in his mouth. We tasted amazing and there was a slight hint of sweat. Just as I was about to pull the duvet back over us all, Jake stirred. He rolled over onto his other side and was now facing Damon. He hadn't woken up and was just readjusting in his sleep. The remainder of the cum sank into the sheets. In his stupor, he cuddled into Damon. I watched my husband pull him in tight and kiss him on the forehead. "Nothing changes," he whispered, looking at Jake's sweet sleeping face. And maybe it was a trick of the light, but I could have sworn that in the moments before I turned off the bedside lamp, a slight smile formed on Jake's face.