Mike Meets his Dad Ch. 01

NOTE

This is a condensed version of a much longer story that I wrote some time ago. Sorry if it's slow and takes a while to get to any action, but hope you all like it anyway.

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When the pilot announced that they were on the final approach to the airport, Mike started to feel nervous. He hadn't seen his Dad for ten years, since his parents split up when he was eleven and now here he was flying over to visit him in Spain.

Two months ago he'd got his Dad's email address from Edie, Dad's sister, who assured him that Steve, her brother, would be pleased to hear from him.

That turned out to be the case and they'd been exchanging emails regularly since then, so when Steve invited him over to stay for a few weeks in the summer, he'd said yes right away.

He'd been really excited about seeing his Dad again, but now that he was almost there, the doubts had set in.

He took a photo from his wallet of himself at ten years old, standing next to his Dad on a beach somewhere, his Dad's hand on his shoulder.

He thought his Dad looked really handsome, standing there in black swim shorts, his dark hair wet from the sea, his body fit and tanned.

Next to him Mike was small and skinny in a pair of baggy shorts and a T-shirt.

That was no longer the case because nowadays Mike was on the football team at uni and spent a lot of time in the gym, so the skinny boy had filled out and developed some muscle.

He wondered how much his Dad might have changed too, after all this time. Well he would soon find out as they touched down at the airport.

He needn't have worried, because the man waiting for him looked exactly the same, just with a deeper tan and a bit more muscle.

Steve looked pleased to see him and Mike found himself being pulled into a tight hug by a pair of strong arms.

On the drive along the coast, Steve pointed out landmarks and shops as they went.

Mike took the opportunity to have a sneaky peek at his Dad. He noticed the muscled arms sprinkled with dark hairs, as they rested on the steering wheel and his unbuttoned shirt showed quite an expanse of firm sculpted chest, which was smooth and tanned. The hair was still dark with just a hint of grey. He'd certainly kept himself in good condition, in fact maybe even fitter than he was all those years back.

Mike got a surprise at where his Dad lived, as they turned off the coast road, passing through a small village, before entering electric gates and along a drive that led to the property, a large villa surrounded by a garden and pool, with high walls all the way round.

After a shower and a change of clothes, Mike came out on to the terrace to find his Dad grilling steaks and realised he was hungry.

They spent the rest of the evening over the food and wine, getting to know each other again, before all the travelling caught up with Mike and he had to call it a night.

His last thought before falling asleep was how great it was to be back with his Dad again.

He slept late next morning and came through to the kitchen to find Steve preparing food and packing a rucksack.

"What's going on, Dad?"

"We, my boy, are going to the beach to get some colour on your white skin. I hope you packed your swimming trunks."

Mike's face fell. He'd just thrown some clothes in his rucksack without any plan.

He pointed to the baggy shorts he was wearing.

"I'll just sunbathe in these."

"Nonsense, you eat your breakfast and I'll sort something out."

Mike was tidying away his breakfast things when Steve came back holding a pair of small blue Speedo type trunks.

"Here these should fit you, they're a spare pair of mine."

Mike held them up

"They're tiny,!"

"No they'll stretch. Go and try them on."

In his bedroom, Mike dropped his shorts and pulled on the small garment. They did fit him, but they were very revealing, showing the bulge of his cock and balls.

He was just about to take them off again and say they didn't fit, when his Dad appeared in the doorway.

"See I told you they'd fit you."

"I don't know, Dad, they don't hide much."

"It's what everyone wears around here."

and Steve pulled down his own shorts to reveal that he was wearing an identical pair, but in yellow.

Mike couldn't help staring at the sight of his Dad's huge bulge, barely concealed by the thin material and he found himself getting flustered. So to cover his embarrassment, he quickly said

"Okay I'll wear them."

Mike's day at the beach with his Dad was a success. They rented a couple of sun beds complete with parasol and lay down to enjoy the sun.

From behind his sunglasses, Mike was able to have a good look at his Dad as he lay on the next sun bed to him and realised what great shape his body was in. He was all solid muscle with no hint of fat and he couldn't stop looking at the bulge in those tiny yellow trunks, which seemed to be more obvious lying down.

On his own sun bed, Steve was doing exactly the same thing, marvelling at how the skinny kid had turned into this handsome young man, with the athletic body and the blue trunks he was wearing showed that there looked to be a big package inside them.

When they came back, they each headed to their bedroom to shower off the sand and sun oil. Afterwards Mike thought he better apply aftersun, but he couldn't reach his back, so walked next door to his Dad's bedroom for his help.

He entered just as Steve came out from the bathroom naked, his cock swinging between his legs.

"Sorry Dad, I just wanted some help with this on my back."

"No problem, Mike, give it here."

As his Dad came towards him, as well as being fascinated by the size of his cock, he noticed that he had no tan lines.

"Hey, you've got no white bits, Dad."

"No I usually go the nudist beach or lie naked on the terrace here."

"So you went to the regular beach today because of me?"

"Well I wasn't sure if you'd be up for it."

The idea of spending the day naked with his Dad appealed to Mike.

"I'll give that a go, sounds like it might be fun."

So it was decided that tomorrow after a couple of errands in the village, they would go to the nudist beach for the rest of the day.

They walked down the hill in the morning so that Steve could visit the bank and a couple of shops, then they decided to have coffee in the square before going home.

Steve headed for a place with tables outside, but before they could sit down, a middle aged Spanish man, hurried across and greeted them, pulling Steve into an embrace and when Mike was introduced, he got the same treatment. Steve introduced the man as Eduardo, who owned the restaurant.

Watching him go to organize their coffees, Mike looked at his Dad, who grinned.

"Eduardo is a good friend and Spaniards tend to be more demonstrative."

Mike looked at the man as he gave orders to one of the waiters. He had typical dark Spanish looks, with a moustache and neatly trimmed beard. He was heavier built than his Dad and showing some middle aged spread round his waist, but a handsome man nonetheless.

After they took their leave, with an invitation from Eduardo to come back, they headed back up the hill and set out for their day at the beach.

Mike took to the nudist beach like a duck to water. The beach was small, surrounded by rocks and shrubs. It wasn't busy, being a week day, making it a good introduction for Mike. There were no facilities, so Steve had packed plenty of food and cold drinks. There were no sun beds either, so they laid out large beach towels on the sand.

Being naked with his Dad was a turn on for Mike and when Steve volunteered to rub sun lotion on his back, he found it difficult not to get an erection.

They wandered around the water's edge for a while and went for a swim, then lay down to enjoy the sun.

After they had eaten their picnic they went for another walk at the water's edge to cool off and bumped into Eduardo.

Mike couldn't help noticing how hairy he was on his chest and belly as well as his legs, but it looked sexy and he had a nice short thick cock with big round balls.

Steve and Eduardo chatted for a few minutes, mostly in rapid Spanish which Mike couldn't follow, then Eduardo left them to go lie on his own towel at the back of the beach, beside the rocks.

When they lay back down, Mike went into his bag for his hat because the sun was really hot, but Steve couldn't find his and realised he'd left it in the car

He stood and pulled on his shorts.

"I'll just go and get it, won't be a minute."

He found his hat stuffed into the door pocket and on his way back, he adjusted his cock in his shorts. His balls felt heavy and he thought that he really needed to come soon, which was maybe more difficult with Mike being around. He'd jerk off in the shower once they were back.

As he came down the steps to the beach, he noticed Eduardo disappearing into the bushes behind the beach, so he slipped off his shorts and followed.

Back on the beach, Mike needed to pee.

His Dad hadn't returned, but he'd told him to either go in the sea or amongst the rocks behind the beach.

There were quite a few people in the water so he headed for the rocks.

After relieving himself behind the nearest rock, he thought he'd explore a bit.

Following one of the sandy paths between the rocks, he suddenly spotted his Dad leaning against a large rock. He was about to call out when he realised that he wasn't alone.

He watched fascinated as his Dad leaned back against the rock, his cock erect and looking huge and thick, standing straight out. The guy on his knees opened his mouth and slid down the length of his Dad's shaft and began to give him a blow job.

While he couldn't believe what he was seeing, his own cock responded and rose to it's full 8 inches, throbbing between his legs as he watched his Dad getting his cock sucked.

His Dad was now holding on to the other guy's head and fucking his face with his huge rod, thrusting his hips forward, watching his cock disappear into the willing mouth of the guy on his knees.

Although Mike wanted to see his Dad reach a climax, he was worried about getting caught, so hurried back to his spot on the beach, not really caring if anyone saw his erection or not.

He lay face down on the towel, his mind a mix of emotions and totally confused.

Mike hadn't been paying much attention to the other guy, but now that he thought about it, he realised that it was Eduardo who was blowing his Dad.

Sure enough when he looked across to where he'd been lying, his towel was empty.

When Steve came back to the beach, Mike was lying on his stomach and didn't stir when he spoke, so, throwing down his shorts and hat, he made his way into the water to rinse his cock, before coming back and opening the cool box.

"Hey Mike, do you want a cold drink?"

When Mike sat up he looked flushed and Steve was immediately concerned.

"You okay buddy?"

"No, I'm a bit hot and I've got a headache."

Steve cursed himself for not thinking to bring an umbrella. He held out a can of juice.

"Okay, drink this, then we'll go."

On the drive back Mike was unusually quiet, but Steve just put it down to his headache and the extreme heat.

Back at the villa, Mike thought he'd like to go lie down for a while, which Steve thought was a good idea.

"You have a rest and if you're up for it later, we'll walk down to the village and have a pizza for dinner."

Mike stripped off and lay down on the the bed, his head still all over the place and the picture of his Dad's hard cock in his mind.

What he really wanted to do was beat off, but tiredness overcame him and he dozed.

When his Dad knocked on the door later, he was lying awake trying to process what he'd seen on the beach.

"Hey, buddy, you feeling better now? "

Mike nodded.

"I think so."

"Good. Does that mean you're up for pizza?"

Mike wasn't sure what he was up for, but this visit was his opportunity to reconnect with his Dad, so he put a smile on his face.

"Yes I'm starving, let me just jump in the shower and I'll be good to go."

They walked down to the village and had enormous pizzas accompanied by a bottle of wine, then Steve suggested a walk round the village, followed by coffee in the square.

Before they could choose somewhere to have coffee, Eduardo spotted them, the last person Mike wanted to see and Mike found himself sitting where they were in the morning, while Eduardo organised their coffee

One of the waiters brought two espressos and two glasses of Spanish brandy.

"We didn't order drinks, did we Dad?"

The waiter pointed to Eduardo sitting at the end of the bar.

"Compliments of the boss. Enjoy."

Halfway through his coffee, Mike needed to pee, so followed Steve's directions to the back of the restaurant.

When he came out, Eduardo was sitting at the table chatting with his Dad and the first thing he noticed was the man's hand on his Dad's thigh. Immediately the picture of Eduardo sucking his Dad's cock entered his head.

Mike didn't really want to be there and without sitting down, turned to his Dad.

"Sorry my headache's back, think I'll head home."

"Ok I'll come with you."

"No, stay and finish your drink. I'll just walk up the hill and go to bed."

After he'd gone, Steve looked concerned.

"I hope Mike's ok. I just want this visit to go well and get to know him again."

Eduardo patted his thigh.

"It'll work out you'll see, he's only been here a couple of days."

By the time Mike reached the villa, he did actually have a headache and felt tired out from the heat, so stripped off and slid under the sheets.

Despite being tired, he couldn't get off to sleep, his brain buzzing with the events of the day.

Twenty minutes later, he heard his Dad coming in, so rolled over and pretended to be asleep.

Steve looked into Mike's room.

"You awake Mike?"

Getting no answer, he carried on to his own room.

Mike wasn't sure what time it was when he woke, but he was extremely hot and the room felt stuffy. He realised that he hadn't left the patio door ajar to let some air in, so went to open it.

Immediately he felt the cool night air on his naked skin so stepped out on to the terrace a moment.

Further along the terrace his Dad's door was open, but the room was in darkness.

He was just about to go back to his own room, when his Dad appeared, standing there naked in the moonlight.

"What you doing out here, Mike?"

"I couldn't sleep, it was too hot."

"Me neither, I was worried about you. Is everything ok?"

Mike hesitated, but he really needed to get this off his chest.

"I saw you today at the beach, in the rocks with Eduardo. I saw him suck your cock."

Steve didn't know what to say, he hadn't wanted Mike to find out like this.

"I'm so sorry, Mike, you must be disgusted with me."

"No, that's not it at all."

Mike's head went down and he mumbled something else that Steve couldn't catch.

"What was that you just said?"

Mike raised his head and looked straight at his Dad

"I was jealous, okay. I wanted it to be me on my knees sucking your cock. Now you're going to hate me."

Steve took a step forward and wrapped his arms around his son.

"I could never hate you, Mike. You were always the best thing in my life."

As he stood there being held tight, his head on his Dad's chest, Mike felt something nudge his thigh. Looking down he saw his Dad's erect cock throbbing between his thighs.

Dropping to his knees, he put his lips around the thick knob before him and began to get as much of his Dad's huge shaft in his mouth as he could.

He felt his Dad's hand on top of his head.

"Oh Mikey, that feels wonderful."

Nobody had called him Mikey for years and in that moment, he felt so close to his Dad.

Steve let Mike work on his cock for a while, then he pulled him up.

"Let's take this to my bed."

Mike followed his Dad inside and watched him walk across the room and switch on a lamp beside the bed which lit up the hard dick between his legs, showing every vein and bump on the shaft.

Steve jumped onto the bed and patted the mattress next to him.

"Come lie next to your Dad, Mike."

They lay facing each other and as Steve kissed him on the mouth, he let his hand slip down and grasp the thick hardness of his Dad's cock, which brought a groan from deep in Steve's throat.

Breaking off the kiss, Mike flipped onto his stomach.

"Put that inside me, Dad"

Steve rolled on top his son, letting his hands roam over the smooth skin of his back, still pink from their day in the sun and let his cock rest between Mike's cheeks.

He leaned forward and as he kissed Mike's neck, reached into the bedside drawer for lube, which he squirted onto his cock and massaged in, before applying a good amount to Mike's hole.

He knew he was big and wanted to make this pleasurable for both of them.

Pushing slowly, his knob end entered Mike's hole, then he let his body weight do the rest, as the entire length of his shaft slid inside, till he was skin to skin with his son.

Mike was very quiet, so he stretched out a hand and stroked the back of his head.

"Are you ok, Mikey."

"Mmm, yes really happy. I want you to fuck me now, Dad."

Steve raised himself up on his arms and slowly began to slide in and out of Mike's arse, watching as his thick shaft stretched his son's pink hole open and disappeared inside him.

Lying there, Mike couldn't believe how full his back passage felt with his Dad's cock inside him and when Steve started thrusting into him, pinning him to the bed, he'd never felt anything so wonderful.

He was disappointed when the pounding stopped and Steve pulled his cock out with a sucking sound, leaving him empty.

Mike looked round as his Dad grabbed him and manoeuvred him on to his back, shoving a pillow under his behind.

"I want to see your face while I'm inside you."

Mike liked that idea and rested his legs on his Dad's shoulders, as he felt that thick rod penetrate him again, but this time he was looking right into Steve's eyes, watching how much he was enjoying fucking him.

His own cock was rock hard, leaking pre cum over his belly. Mike wrapped a hand round his shaft and jerked himself, while his Dad pounded his arse.

He was so turned on that a minute later he let out a yell and the first rope of cum exploded from his cock, travelling through the air and hitting the wall above the bed.

Two more followed, landing on his chest and belly.

Steve locked eyes with his son. Mike coming like that had been so hot and now he wanted to fill him with his seed.

He thrust hard into Mike's hole, his body slamming against his son's lovely round arse cheeks and with a groan that started deep inside him, released his load.

Mike was gripping on to the sheet, moaning softly. He could actually feel his Dad's cum flowing inside him, the same seed that made him, now filling his back passage.

The two men looked at each other, then both of them broke into a grin at the same time.

Steve leaned forward between Mike's thighs and planted a kiss on his mouth.

"I've missed you, Mikey."

Mike's hands came up and held on to his Dad's body.

"I've missed you too, Dad."

Then with a cheeky smile on his face.

"But I think that just brought us closer together."

Steve laughed and ruffled his son's hair.

"You might be right there, son."

When they settled down for what remained of the night, Mike drifted off to sleep wrapped in his Dad's strong arms, all the stress of the day gone, with a semi hard cock pressed against his arse and his Dad's cum inside him.

Whatever happened tomorrow, right now he was the happiest he'd been in years.