Date: Fri, 04 Dec 2020 23:42:41 +0000 From: perseuswrites Subject: The Glory Days - Chapter 8 I have been away from writing for far too long and I am so glad I've finally been able to finish this chapter. I hope you like it. This is the second of a three-chapter arc taking place abroad and includes a flash back to a raunchy public scene with the two dads. I love hearing from readers either by email or on twitter and will try and respond as soon as I can. Those who have reached out so far give me the push I need to keep going and I love hearing your thoughts and suggestions. It is a joy to know if you're loving it but also to get constructive criticism. In these times Nifty continues to be an amazing source for great stories and fun. Finally, I know it can be difficult and not all of you can, but if you are able to do so, please donate to Nifty. It is a wonderful, dedicated source of so much literature. In these times, we may be turning to this resource so much more. Please consider donating. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html - Perseus (@PerseusWrites on Twitter) *** Chapter 8 - Beach of Paradise The beach was close enough that we could hear the gentle crash of the waves in the distance. We must have slept in. I rolled over and looked over my husband's body to the clock. Too late for breakfast but too early for lunch. Oh well, that's what we get for having a lie in. We are on holiday after all. I heard a voice from the bathroom and realised Jake must have been up bright and early. After about five minutes he finally came back to the bedroom, naked from his morning shower. "Hey dad," he said with a kind smile. "Morning, son," I responded drearily. "What time do you think you're going to drag yourself out of bed?" I looked over to Eddie. He was out for the count but he was one of those people that could open his eyes after a deep sleep and be wide awake and ready for the day. Not me. I needed a bit of time to gradually ease myself into it. "Ten more minutes," I said, pulling back the covers. My turn to show off my naked body, I guess. "Come back to bed for a bit." Jake clambered in and rested his head on my shoulder. "Were you singing in the shower or something?" I asked as I covered us both up with the warm duvet. "Oh shit, did I wake you?" "Maybe, maybe not. You seemed pretty deep into it by the time I woke up." "I wasn't singing, I was on the phone to Mr. Clarkson," he admitted. My son had only recently reconnected with his old teacher in a very big way. It made me chuckle that he couldn't bring himself to use his first name. We shared that in common. "Missing him already? It's only been a couple of days!" "I guess," he said lazily stroking my chest. "I think I miss being around him more than anything. It would be nice to have someone here that I could have fun with." "You can't have fun with me and your dad?!" I asked, genuinely surprised. As soon as I said it, though, I knew exactly what he meant. "I reckon I could get away with a lot more with Mr. Clarkson!" Jake teased, tongue-in-cheek. I looked down at him and we smiled. 'You would be surprised,' I thought to myself, remembering last night. "Do you see this going somewhere with him then?" "I hope so," he said earnestly. "I mean, we've only fucked that one night but I don't know. He seems sweet and genuine. Maybe I'm just infatuated. Like, how much do I really know him?" "That's the scary part," I said, stroking his head. "Scary but exciting. Getting to know each other and taking things step by step. You'll be fine and if you need advice in any area, you've got two experts at your service." "Thanks, dad," he said with a gentle laugh. "And in the meantime, enjoy the sex!" "Definitely... did you hear much of our conversation?" "Seeing as I thought you were singing, I think we can assume I didn't hear a word!" "It was a kind of sex I suppose. Facetime phone sex... it was pretty hot!" "Yeah? See you can still have fun with him on holiday," I said with a grin. "Shouldn't he be in school though?" "He was in school..." Jake said with a smirk stretching from ear to ear, clearly so smitten with his teacher boyfriend that he would seemingly do anything to please him! "Oh?" I said. "Don't judge me for this, ok?" he asked. "I'll do my best not to. Pinkie promise," I said, locking my little finger with his. "His class were busy writing essays about what they did over the summer break so he was pretty much bored with an hour of invigilating. So, I put on a little show for him to make it more interesting. He put his phone on a stand on his desk so only he could see, obviously." "Wow!" I said with a genuine sense of admiration. Maybe he was getting as bold as me and Eddie. Maybe we were a bad influence. Maybe we were a great influence? He was definitely our son! "I came so much, dad," he said, opening up more. We've always been open with him but ever since that day in the sauna... it's like it has unlocked a whole new level that I thought wouldn't be cracked. "I think it was just the thrill. The rush of doing something I shouldn't be and having to be so controlled." It was a feeling I knew all too well. And one of the reasons I had such a great bond with my husband. "A shame that you couldn't make him cum just as hard, son," I said. "Oh, I did," he said proudly, reaching for his phone. He pulled it out and within a few seconds had pulled up quite the picture. Mr Clarkson's thick cock resting in his hand under his desk. A deliciously creamy load dripping on the wooden panel opposite. Fuck. That got me instantly hard. Partly imagining the circumstances in which it happened. Partly because of that amazing dick my son gets to enjoy. And partly reminiscing of the time I once spent under that desk worshipping that same cock on an eventful parents evening. "You're both very lucky!" I managed to get out. They seemed perfect for each other. "Seconded," said Eddie. I looked over and he was leaning over me to look at the phone. I wondered how much he had heard. *** We arrived at the beach at about 11. There weren't very many people there yet, though experience told us that it would start to fill rapidly over the next hour or so. I dropped our stuff at a decent spot. Not too far from the water, far away enough from the roads to be quiet, but close enough to the facilities if we wanted an ice cream or a drink. It also gave a great view of the opening of 'The Trail'. If you followed the sandy path you would get to a quieter wooded area. Perhaps quieter isn't the right word, what with all the fucking that goes on! Maybe just more discreet. It is an important distinction, after all, this wasn't officially a gay beach. Sure, it was pretty much the unwritten rule but the thing with unwritten rules is that not everyone gets the memo. All three of us stripped ourselves of our speedos as soon as we were all set up. I laid out my towel and sat back, propping myself up on my elbows. My husband and son stood at my feet discussing their plans. "Should we eat at noon or later?" Jake asked. "I think noon is too early, we've not long been up," Eddie said. "Let's relax a bit first." They both laid out their towels, Eddie on one end and Jake in the middle between us both. They took up similar positions to me as we all, perhaps a bit too obviously, began to check out the local talent. And it truly was local at the moment. The tanned bodies, the runners towards the bottom where the water meets the sandy shore. These weren't tourists. "Jesus, look at him," Jake said nodding towards a man that looked to be in his early thirties doing yoga not far from us. His eyes were closed with a calming concentration as beads of sweat dripped down his chiselled torso. Each ab so distinct, a droplet rippling down slowly and falling into every crevice until it reached the thick band of his tracksuit. "Fuck," Eddie said, barely trying to cover the lust that lingered in his gruff voice. Without thinking he reached down to pull his cock as it began to thicken. "Can't take him anywhere," I said, nudging Jake. "You wouldn't have it any other way," he said chuckling. Who knows how long we were watching him for as he gracefully moved from one position to another. He stood up straight and inhaled deeply one more time and gently opened his eyes, flinching slightly as they adjusting to the midday sun. He saw us looking and he grinned, shooting us a wink before making his way to the toilet and shower block just beyond the caf‚. "Guess he didn't mind us watching," Jake said, his head following our joint muse as he strode across the beach. "Jakey boy, you'll find most people on this beach don't give a fuck!" Eddie said with a hearty chuckle. "Heck, your dad and I have been ogled more times than I can remember. It's all part of the fun!" I looked past Jake over to my husband to give him a knowing look and bit my lip which made Jake giggle. "I wonder what sort of set up people must think we have!" he cackled. I knew what he meant. Two older and, if I do say so myself, attractive older men - one hard as a rock - being so openly flirtatious with a twink in the middle. A strong family unit probably isn't the first thing you would assume. An aging couple trying to spice up their sex life maybe! "It's no fun being traditional, darling," I said dryly. I meant it. We had had worked hard to make life as normal for Jake as possible. Now we had done all the hard work and we had a well-rounded kid loving life to show for it, we deserve to embrace the fact we are different. Jake stood up and turned to face us both. He nodded towards Eddie's crotch. "I think I might go for a bit of a swim to cool down. Maybe you should, too, Dad!" "But my audience demands more!" he said, theatrically throwing his arms up to invite his imaginary audience to get a closer look. Jake looked around, sniggering. The beach was filling up but, alas, Eddie would have to go wanting. There was a man in the far distance who seemed to spot us. He beckoned a family behind him and started to make his way over to us with them in tow. "Do... we know that man?" I asked Eddie, gesturing towards our impending visitor when he looked around. He squinted as he tried to make out the face in the distance and then his eyes widened with a sudden realisation. "I think it's that guy I met at the airport, err... Austin!" he said, his memory finally kicking into gear. "Shit, if that's his family behind him they probably don't need to be seeing my dick like this!" Without skipping a beat, Jake sat back down between his father's legs and leant back into him to hide his cock. I watched as my husband's throbbing cock gently rested upright against my son's back. Although I could see it all, Austin and his family would be none the wiser. I chucked over a bottle on sun lotion to Eddie who quickly got to work on Jake's shoulders and back; a perfect excuse for them to be in this incredibly sensual position. If it weren't for the air of blind panic you might think it was perfectly rehearsed. As though we had sat down the night before to discuss our plans for an emergency erection. "Well, hi there, stranger!" Austin said as he finally stopped a couple of metres away from our towels. "Austin!" my husband cried as though we had only just noticed him. "What brings you here?" "I had heard so many good things about this place I thought I would check it out," he said with a wink, unbeknownst to his family who were all behind him. We all got the gist. This wasn't our first rodeo. "It sure is a great place to relax," Eddie said with a slight nod to Austin's swimming trunks. "Aw shucks," he said lowering his voice. "They'll be coming off once we find a spot, don't you worry." "Glad to hear it," I said, shooting a smile of my own. We were purists. With most nude beaches, nude meant nude. No exceptions. Eddie interjected to introduce us. "This is my husband, Damien, and my son Jake," Eddie said and we held our hands outstretched to receive a fierce handshake from Austin. "Those there behind me are my wife, Sandy, and our twin boys Caleb and Gabriel." His wife gave us a shy wave and smile. She didn't seem to be the most social person in the world. The boys were busy playfighting and so weren't really paying attention to us but I was still glad that Jake had the forethought to cover his father. Now they were up close we could see they were not quite in their teens but not far off. Talk about not getting the memo. I turned to Jake to try and catch his eye so I could give him a thumbs up for his quick thinking. It looked as though he was too lost in Austin's piercing blue eyes though. I lingered on Jake and could have sworn he was ever so slightly rocking his back forwards and backwards. Eddie's cock was still pulsing and a bead of clear precum had formed at his tip. It only really occurred to me how quick Jake was to sit down in Eddie's lap. There were so many other ways he could have covered up... "We best go find a good spot and leave you good folks to enjoy your day. I think I'm going to check out that trail a little bit later" Austin said, his hand adjusting his ample package while looking at Jake. "Hope to see you around." Another of his trademark winks almost took Jake out! "YOU TOO!" Jake shouted after Austin who had already turned to re-join his family. We watched them as they settled in a spot not far from us and closer to the mouth of The Trail than was probably appropriate for a family. Hopefully it wouldn't put off the guys using it for what we liked to think of as its intended purpose. "Jake..." I said, getting my sons attention and my eyes darted to his dick which was readily becoming as stiff as his father's. "Err... I better go for that swim," he said and took off running towards the sea. I quickly took Jake's spot next to my husband but sat at an angle to allow his thick cock to jut out next to me. The bead of pre-cum had slowly made its way down his shaft and it looked irresistible. "Was Jake... y'know..." "I don't think it was on purpose, he looked like he was getting hypnotised by our new friend," he chuckled. "I think our boy might have a type. Did it bother you? Get you jealous?" "You know I don't mind sharing," I said with a flirty smile. I had said it in response to his teasing, a playful riposte, but I didn't think of how it must have sounded and Eddie raised his eyebrows with a proud smirk. I pulled him into a kiss before he could say anything else in the heat of the moment that he couldn't take back. Our lips locked. I wrapped my hand round around his dick and felt the warmth radiating from it. "Should we be doing this?" he said with a wicked grin that told me already the answer he was after. I looked around and the beach was filling up with the usual suspects. They wouldn't bat an eyelid. "Of course we should," I said. "It's only a handjob. Besides, this setting is pleasantly tame in comparison to the G-O-A-H." Ah, the GOAH. It is what we affectionately called the greatest of all handjobs - a play on GOAT for greatest of all time. Eddie bit his lip and laid back on his towel, his hands crossed behind his head. "Go for it, baby," he said with a sigh as he closed his eyes, no doubt remembering that amazing day. *** "Remember, Jakey, you have to be very, very quiet, ok?" "I know, dad!" Jake said almost exasperated. This was our first time taking him to a cinema and we were pretty nervous. Jake had been able to talk to his heart's content during all the movies we've watched at home and he was turning out to be a pretty bolshy kid. I had been reminding him of the etiquette and the rules all the way on the car journey. "I know you know sweetie but-" "Come on, Damon, the kid's excited, let him live!" Eddie said, interrupting me. I sighed. I always did this. I needed signing up to Overthinkers Anonymous. And when we entered the screen, I needn't have worried. There were about 5 other families scattered about. "Where do you want to sit, Jakey?" I whispered to our boy as he fizzed with excitement. "Up there!" he said pointing to the back row and began running up the stairs to the highest tier. Ah, the back rows of cinemas. I'm sure when he is older he will learn the joys of that row. Eddie and I clambered up the stairs behind him, popcorn and drinks in hand being careful not to spill them. Jake had taken his hoodie off and plonked himself down. My husband Eddie sat next to him and I perched on the end. I liked to be able to rest my head on his muscular shoulder. Corny, I know. No sooner than we had all settled, the film had started. It was some animated pish about a small robot and a human race that had mastered the art of laziness. The message behind the film would no doubt be lost on the kids in the audience, but Jake was enthralled by the music, the colours, the visual comedy. He couldn't take his eyes off the screen. I lazily snacked on the popcorn resting on my husbands lap throughout. As we were reaching the movie's more pivotal scene, I reached inside to fine nothing. Well, no popcorn at least. My husband hadn't quite gone to the extremities of the movie-clich‚ 'hole in the bag, dick through the middle' trick, but I definitely could feel that he was hard. I looked over to him and met his gaze. He shifted the empty bag closer to Jake to reveal his rock hard cock straining for release in his jeans. I put my hand on it and kissed him. "What's got you so excited?" I whispered into his lips, my eyes closed. "Your gorgeous face, the risk, the thrill..." he began. There was no denying we both liked it risky. And this would definitely be a thrill. But with other families down in front. With Jake next to us, as oblivious as he was... this would definitely be one of the riskier things we had done. "Should we sneak to the toilet?" I said, my stroking through his jeans perhaps becoming too obvious. In response my husband nodded towards Jake. Oh yeah. Can't just leave him. "Should we wait till we get home?" My husband kissed me once more and took my hand off his crotch. "Home it is," I thought to myself until my husband immediately unzipped and pulled out his cock. It expanded in his hand right before my eyes, as though it had been vacuum-packed and was finally reaching its full potential. "Can you wait?" he said, gripping it at its based and waving it slightly. I bit my bottom lip as I shook my head. He made sure the empty popcorn bag was blocking Jake's view as I reached over with my right hand. I fixated my view on the film before me in case anyone decided to look back or Jake looked our way. I felt the heat radiating off Eddie's cock as I gently pumped his dick, slowly at first and changing the pace ever so slightly. A wetness trickled onto my fingers when they reached the tip and I glanced down quickly to see a pearl of precum had escaped. I brought my fingers to my lips to taste my husband. Sweet and salty. A perfect cinema snack. Eddie's fingers found their way to the back of my head, slowly stroking my hair. Usually when his hand found his way there, a gentle push would be all I needed to get that dick down my throat. I think we had individually and silently agreed that perhaps it would be going too far. This was risky enough - just one thin paper bag separating us. My husband's hips began to gyrate to match the pace of my strokes and encouraging me to go faster. The film was near its ending and I wanted him to blow the huge load I could tell was building. "Wait -" I started, as I began to pull my hand away. "Don't stop," Eddie said in an almost too loud whisper and gripping my rest so that I couldn't let go. Jake turned to us briefly, my husband still fucking my fist, but turned back to the movie which seemed far more interesting to him. "Where are you going to cum?!" I whispered, in his ear, feeling foolish for not having thought this through. Not that we ever did. He couldn't blow his load on the floor without being obvious and having to move position. I couldn't take it in my mouth as much as I was craving his delicious spunk. "I'm going to blow," Eddie said, ignoring my question and grabbing Jake's hoodie from the back of his chair. He held it at the tip of his cock and I watched as each spurt of thick cream launched from his cock and seeped into the material. After the throws of his orgasm died down, he handed the hoodie to me and without skipping a beat I raised it up and sucked out as much cum as I could while the lights were still low. Before we knew it, the lights were up. I tucked Jake's hoodie under my arm and we left the cinema. "You were such a good boy!" Eddie said to Jake as he swept him off his feet and carried him through the foyer. And we had the audacity to lecture Jake on cinema etiquette?! "Did you enjoy that, buddy?" I asked Jake as we opened the door and felt the cold breezed. "YES! I wanna go again," "Me too, buddy" I said, smirking at Eddie. That smirk was quickly wiped off. "I'm cold!" Jake said as he grabbed his hoodie from my hands. *** I had both hands on my husband's dick as we recalled the story, giggling quietly at our own stupid bravery. We had attracted the attention of other beach dwellers - some watching and smiling from their own spots further away, others giving a wolf-whistle as they walked past us. "Let's say we take this to the toilets," Eddie growled and I knew he wanted to fuck. We looked around quickly for Jake but couldn't find him, the beach having filled up quite heavily. He won't have gone far, though, he won't be worried if he comes back to see us gone. At least now he was older we could leave him and sneak off to the toilets. It was a small walk to our spot to the block of standalone toilets, just beyond the caf‚. My husband's meaty dick was still hard and made a satisfying thwack as it bounced off each of his thighs. He unashamedly revelled in the attention. There was quite a long row of about 10 cubicles. All of them were unoccupied except one. Naturally, my husband picked the empty stall right next to that one. "No point if there's no chance of getting caught," he said with a wink as he ushered me in. He bent me over the toilet, my hands against the wall in front of my and my ass pushed out towards Eddie. He got to his knees as soon as the door was closed and his tongue devoured my hole. Probing deeper and deeper as his spread my cheeks and opened me up. I arched my back, enjoying the wet sensation while he reached around and stroked my shaft. It was over all too quickly but replaced almost immediately by the pulsing head of his cock, pushing at my hole. "You ready for it, pig?" he said in a low growl. "Yes sir," I responded dutifully as he grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled my head back. He leant over me, his other hand grabbing onto one of my wrists and we kissed. Our tongues danced only for moments before he forced his entire shaft deep inside me. I naturally clenched, gripping onto his thick meat with my hole and let out a guttural moan. He pounded me with passion, the sound of skin smacking skin echoing around the toilets that, but for the cubicle next to us, would be empty. It was then that I heard a faint noise. What was that? I tried to focus on it more while Eddie's hand loosened its grip on my hair and found its way to the back of my neck. I finally realised the familiar sound was slurping. Whoever was in the next cubicle was unmistakably getting their dick sucked. I turned my head towards the sound and noticed a peep hole about the size of a ?2 coin. I shifted my position so that my eye was basically pressed against it and let another moan escape as I took in the scene unfolding before me. There was no question that Austin had a nice cock. My Jake had his lips firmly wrapped round it as Austin gently fucked his throat. He pulled the entire length from Jake's mouth. It was around 7 inches, cut, and thick. Jake's tongue flicked against Austin's piss slit, and tickled the underside of his helmet. "Oh, you're getting it," Austin said, slapping his cock against my son's face, much to his delight. With each whack against his face, it almost felt as though my husband was thrusting deeper into me, in time. Austin threw back his head, breathing out heavily as he coated my son's face and waiting tongue with his load. Jakes mouth enveloped the tip once again as soon as he finished cumming and I was thankful that Austin's moan covered my own. Austin hastily retreated from the stall after one last cummy kiss and Jake laid back on the toilet to pump his own cock. Now that the sounds of his own fun were over, he could hear the slapping of his two dad's fucking hard in the next stall over. He turned to our cubicle and saw my eye pressed against the peep hole. A grin spread across his face. I couldn't move. I was frozen in place. Surely, he couldn't know it was me. He was just enjoying an audience. Eddie was going strong and deep and I was letting moans tumble from my lips at a rapid rate. I knew we were reaching our crescendo. Jake had turned his body to me, his back against the cubicle wall opposite the peep hole, and one of his feet raised high, resting on our shared wall. His hairless balls were bouncing up and down while he stroked his cock for me, using his other hand to caress his hole. I heard Eddie let out yet another guttural moan, no longer trying to hide them either. He was close. "Cum," I demanded with a breathy moan, hopefully disguising my voice. I wish I could say that my demand was for Eddie only, but it wasn't. It was for both of them. I wanted to see that smooth teen cock unload. And he did. Eddie thrust his entire cock inside my hole and I felt it pulsing inside me as he painted my walls with his cum. His son, meanwhile, had held out his tongue and let his dick shoot just as much, the first shot hitting his intended target and the rest covering he tight body while he tasted his own juice. It was an overload on my senses and my own cock began to throb while I unloaded. My hole squeezing my husband's cock while he slowly took it out of me. "We need to go, now!" I whispered to in my husband's ear once he was out. He seemed confused but read my facial expression and knew not to argue. We fled the toilet block still half hard, my cum dripping down the shared cubicle wall.