Date: Thu, 21 Nov 2013 17:17:07 -0000
From: Fun_seeker <fun_seeker@btinternet.com>
Subject: Friends Grandson Part 7 Gay Adult Youth

Friend's Grandson Comes to Stay - Part 7 (M/B)

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Paul continues with the story

After our sex fuelled weekend, we settled into a bit of a routine. When we
woke, I would give Andy a wake up wank or blow job. Much as I loved Andy
sucking or tossing me off, I decided to forgo the pleasure first thing most
days. I found that while Andy, a randy teenager, could easily blow his wad
four or more times a day, I need to conserver my energies a bit. After
eating breakfast, Andy would head to the pool to practice his lengths and I
would go to my study for a couple of hours to catch up on my
business. Although I had a good team working for me, I still needed to keep
on top of things and ensure everything was running smoothly as I
wanted. Once I was done, I would join Andy. We alternated days, either
staying round the villa or taking a drive out for a lunch in restaurant up
in the mountains. I wanted to make sure Andy saw there was more to Spain
that the 'expat' lifestyle he saw with his Grandparents or the image
portrayed on the Benidorm TV comedy series.

Friday however, saw us up before nine o'clock and on the motorway heading
north towards Valencia for our weekend away. Andy even had to miss out on
his morning cum! After stopping for coffee at one of the service areas, we
got to Sagunto about two and a half hours after setting off. Once I had
managed to find somewhere to park the car, we walked up to the Roman castle
and spent the next couple of hours exploring the ruins. We then had a
lovely menu del dia at a small Spanish restaurant. The food was what 'Mama'
had bought at market that morning. There was no menu as such, the waiter
just read out to us what was scribbled on the back of his order pad.

By the time we had finished our lunch and headed off, it was just after
four o'clock that we got to the hotel on the edge of Valencia's old city
centre, close to the Torres de Serranos city gate. I had stayed at the
hotel before and knew the two gay owners in more ways than one! It's not
advertised as a 'Gay Hotel' but obviously, in view of the ownership, it is
very gay friendly. I knew there would be no questions asked about us
sharing a double room rather than having a twin.

When we got to the reception, there were a father and son just checking
in. The father looked to be around mid thirties and the son looked to be a
couple of years older than Andy. It was obvious that they were father and
son as they both had similar stocky rugby player builds. From the dad's
accent I guessed he was from the Welsh valleys but the son sounded like he
had not been brought up in Wales. I could see Andy was giving them both the
once over. I must admit they both looked to have fit arses, I wouldn't say
no to either off them. As we were waiting behind them, I was a bit
surprised when I heard them request a 'matrimonial' room - a double room
like the one I had pre-booked. Anyway, they were soon on their way with
their key.

Our check in was very quick as our form had already been filled out, I just
had to sign it and hand over a credit card for authorisation. Once we were
in the lift Andy said, "Did you see the size of the dad's cock when the
turned to go to the lift. It looked like he had a tree trunk down there. I
think he must have been going commando! I'd love to feel a lump like that
up my arse."

"God, you youngsters! You only got fucked for the first time a week ago and
already you are turning into a size queen," I said as a mickey take.

Once we got to the room, Andy took me in his arms, kissed me passionately
and then said, "Thank you for making this the most amazing holiday. It's
fantastic to experience all the different ways of making love and seeing
the real Spain. Now can you please suck me off? I have not cum since last
night and my nuts feel like they are going to explode."

I could feel his hard cock rubbing against me as he hugged me. I could not
resist a request like that. I knelt down, grabbed hold of the side of his
shorts, pulling the shorts and jock strap he was wearing to down to his
ankles. I swallowed his dick down as soon as it popped free of the
jock. Andy meanwhile took hold of the hem of his tee shirt and pulled it
over his head throwing it on the bed, leaving him naked. It only took about
a minute before he was blowing his juicy load down my throat. I saved some
of his cum in my mouth and when we kissed, we traded the sticky snowball
backwards and forwards between us.

As we broke apart Andy said, "I think you deserve a nice massage to un-knot
your muscles after all of the driving you have done today. Get your clothes
off and lie face down on the bed. I will see if there is any body lotion in
the bathroom I can use."

Well, never being one to turn down a massage, I was soon naked and lying
face down on the bed, with my head resting between the two pillows. I
didn't know how good Andy would be as he had probably never had a proper
massage, so would probably not know how to give one. Andy was soon back
with a small bottle of body lotion. He jumped on the bed straddling me with
his now soft dick resting between the cheeks of my bum. He surprised me by
not just shaking the lotion over my back but warming it first in his hands
before gently spreading it over my back. He then started to on work my
shoulder and neck muscles to loosen them up and worked the knots out.

"Bloody hell, how did you learn to massage like that, I was just expecting
you to give me a body rub but you know exactly what you are doing."

"Well often, when I get back from swim practice, Dad will give me a massage
to loosen me up, so I know what works and feels good."

Andy shifted down the bed a bit to work on my lower back and bum cheeks. A
couple of times he naughtily let his thumbs run down my crack and graze
across my pucker, sending a shiver up my spine. He then moved on down to
massage my thighs, giving my balls a cheeky tickle in the process, before
finishing off on my calves. In all he had taken about forty-five minutes
over the massage. As I turned over I took him in my arms saying, "Thank you
that was lovely massage and totally unexpected. Now I think you should give
me an internal massage and make love to me."

Andy went to fetch the lube from our bag, greased up his dick and my arse
before slowly entering me. He gently fucked me while we kissed for about
twenty minutes before he increased the pace and bringing us to a blinding
simultaneous orgasm.

As we cuddled together in the afterglow of our lovemaking, I said to him,
"You know I have fallen head over heals in love with you, don't you?"

As Andy replied, I could see a tear form in the corner of his eye, "Yes I
know and I am head over heals in love with you as well, but we have to be
realistic, this can only ever be a holiday romance. We will both have to
move on with our lives once I go home."

I was shocked that Andy had already thought things through and come to such
a mature conclusion, as I was about to use this opportunity to raise the
implications of our relationship with him.

He continued on, "We were just very lucky that Gran's operation brought us
together but in the future Andy, I can't see anyway that I could ask Mum
and Dad to let me see you or come to stay again without them wanting to
know why. I think that would have dire consequences for both of us. The
best we can hope for is that we get to see each other again next year if I
come to Spain, but even then, we will not be able make love or anything. I
just want us to carry on making love together over the next two weeks and
for you to teach me every sexual trick in the book. I expect I will be back
to just my five fingered friend when I go home."

By this time, we both had tears steaming down our faces. I leaned in and
gently licked the tears off Andy's face and once I had composed myself I
said, "Well I am stunned, I was going to gently break it to you today that
while we are having a fantastic time together and love each other deeply
that there would be no way it could continue once you went home. However,
you already seem to be about three steps ahead of me. I am just glad you
are being so mature about it. You do realise it might be easy for us to say
this now, but it's going to be hard for both of us when it happens. Now
come and give me a cuddle."

I woke and realised that we must have both dozed off while cuddling,
probably due to a combination of a long day sightseeing and our emotional
discussion about our future, or more correctly lack of it. It was gone
seven o'clock, so I woke Andy and pointed him the direction of the shower
to freshen up. I followed as soon as he came out. I wanted to take Andy for
a walk around the old city to take in the atmosphere before finding
somewhere to eat. After a lovely walk round the old town, we found a nice
looking restaurant. It was just after nine o'clock so we managed to be
seated at quiet table before the Spanish arrived later to eat. We carried
on our discussion from earlier and I think we both felt a bit relived that
the issue was now out in the open so that we could enjoy the time we had
left together to the fullest.

As we were drinking our coffees, in my case along with a nice brandy, I
asked Andy, "What did you think about the father and son who booked in
before us asking for a double room?"

"I know, it seemed a bit odd, you don't think they play around like us do
you? It would be hot if they did. The Dad looked like he was hung like a
donkey."

"Well I don't know, there are always a lot of hot stories on Nifty about
father son incest. I bet you'd jump straight into bed with them for a
foursome if you got half a chance."

"Too right I would, that Dad was sexy looking and the son was hunk as
well. I can't see anyway that it could happen even if our suspicions are
right."

After we finished our coffees, I paid the bill, and we walked slowly back
across the Plaza de la Virgen, past the Cathedral, to the hotel.  I had my
arm draped over Andy's shoulder holding him close to me as we contentedly
strolled along. I think we were both asleep before our heads hit the
pillows that night.

When we got down for breakfast in the morning, the room was bustling with
no free tables. I did notice the father and son from yesterday sitting at a
table for four, so we went over and asked if we could join them. We were
soon chatting away. They initially assumed that like themselves, we were
father and son but I explained that Andy was the grandson of a friend and
he was staying with me near Benidorm for a few weeks. We found out that the
dad was called Danny, the son was called Jake and that he was sixteen.
They had flown over on a weekend break. Jake was thinking of doing Spanish
when he want to university, so over the last few years they had been to
Madrid, Barcelona and Seville as well as having a holiday on the Costa del
Sol. Like us they planned to do the open top tourist bus routes around the
city, doing the city centre circle route first and then swapping routes to
go past the City of Arts and Sciences and out to the port where the Formula
One race takes place. As our plans were the same we decided it would be
nice to do it together and agreed a time to meet in reception.

When we got on the bus, we could not find four seats together so Danny and
I paired off while Jake and Andy sat together a few rows in front of
us. During breaks in the commentary, Danny and I swapped life stories. I
found out that his wife had died from an aggressive cervical cancer just
before Jake's twelfth birthday and he had brought him up on his own for the
last four years. He was lucky that the company he worked for allowed him to
work from home in a web design role. I found out they lived in Tunbridge
Wells, not too far from my UK home in Hove.

The city circuit took about ninety minutes and as we had about twenty
minutes before the port route bus was due, we popped in a caf‚. I
grabbed two coffees for us oldies and cokes for the boys. Over the drinks,
I suggested it might be nice to get off the bus when it got to the port, as
there were some good restaurants on the beachfront to have lunch. The
mention of food soon got the boys approval to the idea.

On getting to the beach, we soon found a restaurant that was not too
crowded and Danny picked out a table for us that was a bit away from the
other diners. After looking at the menu, we decided that as we were in
Valencia we should order a Valencian Paella for the four of us. Jake was a
bit worried at first, as he was not keen on seafood until I explained that
Valencian Paella contains only meat and vegetables, no fish or
shellfish. We ordered drinks and some starters knowing that the Paella
would take about forty minutes, as it would be cooked from fresh.

I nearly choked on my first sip of wine when Danny said, "Well that was
quite a blow job you gave Andy when you got to the room yesterday
afternoon."

"How ...?" was about all I could splutter out. Andy, I could see had gone
white.

"What? How did we see you? Our room is on the same floor as yours but just
around the corner and like yours it overlooks the courtyard. When we got to
the room Jake looked out of our window, your shutter was slightly open and
we had a perfect view of you giving Andy one reflected in the mirror on
your bathroom door. We soon both had our shorts round our ankles
wanking. As soon as you finished and moved out of view I had Jake over the
bed fucking him till we both blew."

I could see the colour had come back to Andy's face when he realised that
they did play together and having also recovered from the shock I said,
"Thank god it was you two who saw us and not some old pensioners who would
have kicked up a stink. Sounds like you enjoyed the show. We were talking
about you two over dinner last night. We wondered if you had sex together
after we heard you asking for the matrimonial room. In fact, we both said
you looked a hot pair and would love a foursome with you. Are you up for
it?"

"Too right we would be! That's why I told you what we had seen. We wanted
to see what your reaction would be and to find out if you would be
interested some group fun. As a father and son, its not often we can have
group fun. If word got out we were having an incestuous relationship it
would be straight to jail for me and Jake would end up in care. We normally
have to play separately, except for the few occasions we can meet up with
other fathers and sons who play like ourselves."

We had to pause as the waiter brought our drinks and starters. Then Danny
went onto explain that after his wife died, if Jake was upset he would get
into bed with Danny for a cuddle, and fall asleep there. Neither Danny nor
his wife had ever hidden their bodies from Jake as he grew up and Danny had
always slept in the nude. After his mum died Jake started to copy his Dad,
so would take off his pyjamas when he got into bed with his Dad for a
cuddle. Soon he did not bother wearing pyjamas at home at all unless he had
friends staying for a sleepover. One night Danny woke up to feel his son's
cocklet humping his arse. He knew he should have turned away or stopped him
but feeling his son humping him awakened his dormant gay side. He let Jake
continue to hump his arse until Jake had a dry cum. He then waited until
Jake fell back to sleep and then slipped into the bathroom to relieve his
aching hard-on.

Danny decided it was best to say nothing to his son, thinking it was just a
one off and Jake did not know what he was doing. However, a few days later,
he woke up to again feel Jake humping his arse but this time he could also
feel a small hand wanking his cock. He knew he should have done something
but it felt so good to have someone else's hand on his cock again. Danny
was soon blowing his load and he felt a shuddering behind him as Jake's dry
orgasm hit. What happened next surprised Danny even more, Jake scooped up
some of Danny's cum, lifted up the duvet cover and then sucked the cum off
his fingers.

"Yes, but it's what I said next really freaked Dad out," said Jake. "Um,
much creamer and tasty than Toby's cum, his is still watery teen cum, yours
is real man cum. Well, that well and truly let the cat out of the bag, and
I spent the next hour or so telling Dad all about the sex I had been having
for the last six months with Toby, my best friend Josh's fifteen-year-old
brother.

"I realised before I was eleven that I was different to my friends. When we
started talking about wanking and stuff, they would be talking about girls'
boobs and things, while I was thinking about some hunky rugby player. So,
when six months before that night in bed with Dad, Josh told me that Toby
had told him he was gay I knew I had to find out more. One night when mum
was very ill I was staying at Josh's, I waited until Josh was asleep and
then snuck into Toby's room. Luckily for me, he was still awake. He nearly
blew a gasket when I told him that Josh had told me about him being gay, he
had told Josh not to tell anyone. He calmed down when I told him I would
not tell anyone but that I wanted to talk to him as I thought I was gay
too. He asked me why I thought I was gay and I explained all about
fantasising about guys and things. He then asked if I fancied him, and when
I didn't answer him but blushed, he knew I did. I was quick to answer his
next question though, which was did I want to see his dick, even though in
return he wanted to see mine. He told me to take off my pyjamas and he
lifted the cover to revel he was naked in bed. His hard-on looked huge to
me, as it was the first 'adult' one I had seen. In fact it was only about
five inches long at the time. The rest as they say is history. I wanked him
off and he gave me my first blowjob. Up to the time I was in bed with Dad
we had managed to get together four or five more times and had progressed
to sixty-nining and Toby putting a finger up my bum."

"Well as you can imagine," continued Danny. "Discovering that my 'innocent'
twelve year old had already been sexually active with an older teen was a
lot to take in. It had also given me a raging hard-on, which Jake was not
slow to notice, as he leant over and started to suck my cock. Obviously he
struggled somewhat as my cock was much bigger than Toby's cock that he was
used to, even so he managed to get all of my knob in his mouth. Now at this
point my big head is saying I must stop him, it wrong for a son to do this
to his Dad, while my little head is saying fuck that feels
fantastic. Needless to say, my little head won the argument and I let him
carry on sucking until I blew my load into his mouth. The little sod
swallowed down every drop.

"I tried very hard over the next hour or so to persuade Jake that what we
did was wrong and that he should not have sex with his father. However, I
could not persuade Jake that something we had both enjoyed was wrong. I was
also struggling as Jake's recent actions had awoken my dormant gay side. I
am bisexual and probably lean more to the gay that the straight side. I was
going through a straight phase when I was about seventeen and met
Christina, Jake's mum. I think if it was not for the fact, she fell
pregnant with Jake, we probably would not have married and it's quite
likely I would have ended up in a gay relationship. However while we were
married I was faithful to her and had not strayed, Jake now though had
woken the sleeping beast. I also could not in my heart use the argument
that Jake, was too young to know what he was doing as I had been trading
blow jobs and more with my best friend when I was his age."

"Dad tried to make me sleep in my own room after that," Jake
continued. "But a couple of weeks later there was a big storm just after we
had gone to bed. I used it as an excuse to run into Dad's room and jump
into bed with him pretending to be scared. He told me that I could sleep
the night with him but must promise not to do anything naughty. He was soon
spooned behind me cuddling me. It only took me to wriggle my bum a few
times and I could feel Dad's cock starting to grow. I knew then I had Dad
hooked so I gently moved the arm that was over my chest down to my hard
cock."

Jake had to stop speaking than as the waiter arrived to serve up our
Paella, Danny took up the story again after the waiter left.

"Yes the bugger had me well and truly wrapped round his little finger,
grinding his pert little bum around on my cock. How could I resist to not
wanking him when he moved my hand down from his chest to his cock. He soon
moved round so we could sixty-nine, this time managing to swallow down half
my cock. Obviously, I could swallow all of his cock down. Soon we were both
on the verge of cumming. I blew first and poor Jake struggled to swallow
the huge cum load I produced. I had not wanked for a few days. Jake came
rapidly after me and I thought I could taste cum in my mouth. I took his
cock out of my mouth and when I milked his cock a few drops of teen boy cum
fell onto my chest. Jake was shocked and overjoyed when he saw it, as it
was his first wet cum."

While Danny was telling the story, I felt a bare foot slowly stoke up my
leg to my groin and start to tickle my balls through my shorts and
underwear. Jake who was sitting opposite me was teasing me. I adjusted my
napkin so it hid Jake's foot and my growing erection.

"I had to admit defeat after that and Jake has slept in my bed every night
since unless we have family staying or Jake has his mates over for a
sleepover. He still kept on having sex with Toby when he could and that
continued until Toby went off to university last year. Toby was the one who
busted Jake's cherry. I would have loved to be the first one to fuck him
but felt it would be a lot easier for Jake if Toby was the one who did it,
as you will realise when you see the size of my dick. Also we did not want
Jake to seem to be too 'experienced' to Toby in case it set off any alarm
bells."

"Well, I think I have a good idea of what is in store for me after spotting
a tree trunk in your shorts yesterday when you got in the lift," joked
Andy.

As we had finished the paella, I suggested we skip coffee, pay the bill and
head off to catch the bus. I had to carry my rucksack in front of me as we
left the restaurant, as I was still hard following Jake's game of footsie!

My other story on Nifty is in the Gay Incest section:

Kinky Father and Son (Posted 5th March 2009)
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/kinky-father-and-son