I’d been in a state of euphoria in the days following Charlie and myself having fucked for the first time. The overwhelming desire I had for him instilling me with a newfound confidence; if I could make my dream of having Charlie inside me true, what else was possible? It felt like I could do anything.

To everyone else in the house, life continued as normal. Jen and Luke continued to go to work, and Charlie had also returned to the building site. Although there had been no chance for sex, there had been a few steamy encounters. On one occasion, Charlie having returned from a run gesturing for me to follow him upstairs. Outside the bathroom, we passionately kissed while I ran my fingers down his sweat soaked body, finishing with my hands inside his shorts to work the head of his uncut cock. I moved my mouth beside his ear, and whispered, “Cum in your boxers, I want to taste it.”

Charlie had a look of surprise on his face and mouthed “fuuuuuck” without a sound passing his lips. He then nodded and locked himself in the bathroom.

No more than fifteen minutes later, Charlie made his way into my room, a towel around his waist.

“They’re ready. Came in them after my shower,” he said with a smirk on his face. He then teased me by grabbing his crotch over the towel before leaving to change in the marital bedroom.

I hurried to the bathroom to retrieve the gift he’d left. There they were – a pair of sweaty boxers glistening with Charlie’s fresh cum. Wanting to savour the taste for as long as possible, I ensured only the tip of my tongue licked at his thick spunk. Swallowing the last of the cum, I shot my own load across the bathroom floor.

Charlie had been secretly hatching a plan over the past few days, and he would set this into motion during that evening’s family dinner.

“I’m really sorry, Jen, but I’m being sent away this weekend to work on another site. It’s an urgent job, so I’m going to have to be there until Monday morning.”

Jen was an understanding wife, and realised that working for a small building firm, Charlie would often be used to plug the gaps when labour shortages arose.

“Yeah, okay. But just tell them you’re mine next weekend!” she jested.

Charlie then turned to look at me. The way he held his stare had changed since our first sexual encounter. He didn’t just look at me anymore, but looked in me, if that makes any sense? It’s like there was a connection there now, something beyond anything words could explain.

“Fancy coming with me to help out? The hotel’s all paid for. You’d have to share a room with me though; that’s okay, isn’t it?”

Jen and Luke both focused on me, waiting for my answer. If they’d known that their husband/father had been inside me, they wouldn’t have remained so quiet.

“Sure, I’ll come,” I replied. “I don’t mind sharing a room with you. Just hope you don’t snore!”

They all laughed.

“Ha! If I do, you’ll have to put something in my mouth to shut me up,” Charlie retorted.

The laughing continued, nobody else aware of the awakening both Charlie and I were experiencing.

Friday morning came and Charlie and I made our way into his vehicle, me still ignorant to his real plan. He started to drive.

“So, are we really going to a building site?” I enquired.

“Are we fuck! I’m taking us to a hotel.”

I looked at him and smiled. He was such a rogue!

He continued, “I have no idea what I’m thinking anymore, but ever since we got together on the couch all I want to do is be with you. I’m obsessed, it’s weird!”

I couldn’t believe it. The man I’d be obsessing over for years had finally admitted that he too was now obsessed with me. Could this be more than just a fling, I wondered? If he thinks about me even half as much as I do him, then where does this end. Does it end?

All I could do to respond was kiss him on the cheek and gently stroke his face. I rested my hand on his inner thigh for the duration of the journey, never wanting to break my physical connection to him.

During the drive, Charlie opened up a bit more about his past. He confided that he was “mostly” straight and had only been with three guys before he’d married. When he and Jen had met, he’d tried to bury any same-sex sexual feelings and had managed to do so for almost twenty years. But it was the discovery of me watching his porn tape that had restirred those old emotions. He admitted that he hadn’t been able to stop fantasising about me wanking to the porn, and the day I confirmed I was gay on the sofa he couldn’t resist any longer. He knew he needed to have sex with me, but to both our surprises, this was evolving into something much deeper.

We arrive at the hotel, check in, and go to our room.

Our bond was now so strong that we didn’t even need words to plan our next actions. We threw our bags onto the floor, and Charlie grabbed me, pushing me against the entrance door. His kissing was more passionate than ever, and full of meaning. He kissed the crook of my neck while I slipped my hand under his shirt to feel his coarse, furry chest. We continued to kiss, removing an item of each other’s clothing until only our underwear remained.

We took a step back to admire one another’s bodies. I still couldn’t get enough of the massive head on Charlie’s cock and was impatient about having it inside me. Again, being the horny fucker he was, the material of the boxers was already becoming saturated with his precum, revealing the outline of his meaty cock. I shook my head in disbelief – I couldn’t believe all this was mine to enjoy for a whole weekend. I felt like I’d won a lottery!

Looking over me, Charlie would have seen a smooth, twenty-year-old inexperience guy, still exploring his sexuality. He could guide me on my sexual journey. And, over the course of the next few months, that’s exactly what he did. Charlie had me in all sorts of positions and scenarios while we explored our kinks and boundaries.

He looked deep in the eyes and held his gaze for a few seconds. “I really want you. Let’s get on the bed.”

Little foreplay was required as Charlie’s wet, dripping cock betrayed just how much he needed to fuck. So, I got onto my back and raised my legs into the air.

“You’ve got such a nice hole,” Charlie complimented, running his tongue along his teeth while admiring my hairless ass.

He bent down and gently rimmed me, sticking his tongue inside as far as he could. Occasionally, he’d wet a finger and slip it inside so I would loosen up for him. While doing this, he would stand so I could see him wank his big, firm cock.

“Ready?”

“Ready!”

Like our previous encounter, Charlie managed to put his cock inside me without needing lubricant – the natural juice from his cock had made it wet enough! This time, I managed to take him all on his first thrust, and the fuck was much more pleasurable than our last. It seemed my ass had remembered how big and girthy Charlie’s cock was, and this time it was ready!

He would bow down to kiss me while he ploughed away, his hands running through my hair. Both of us also making a lot more noise this time – not giving a shit if any of the other hotel guests heard us.

Charlie gave no verbal cue that he was cumming. Instead, he straightened up while continuing to ram me, his sweaty, glistening face fixated on mine. He kept nodding his head the closer he was getting to shooting, until his eyes widened, and the nodding was now a continuous and furious motion.

He shot his load deep inside me and I could feel the heat of his cum in my ass.

“Don’t take your cock out. I want to cum with you in me,” I demanded.

A few minutes later, I unleased my own load all over myself.

We kissed and lay beside each other on the bed, me still covered in cum and lube, his load still inside me.

We fell asleep for a few hours, me tucked under his arm.

Things were beginning to get serious between us, and while things were great for a while, they would soon get complicated.

--

It had been almost two months since our sex-filled weekend at the hotel. Back home, we had fallen into a routine of having sex whenever we were alone together. 

Although he could still be animalistic between the sheets, Charlie was the polar opposite outside of the bedroom. He’d sometimes invite himself into my room just because he wanted a quick kiss. Or I’d crawl into bed to discover notes left under my pillow, each one containing a cute drawing. Just small, thoughtful things to make me happy.

Everything between Charlie and myself was going better than ever. However, the mood within the house had shifted. Jen, normally carefree and positive, seemed to have an air of tension surrounding her. I was worried she suspected her husband and I had been fucking.

As it happens, Jen did suspect something was wrong.

One afternoon she asked me for a ‘quick’ word. Now, if someone ever asks for a quick word, I’ve often found that’s code for “the shit is about to hit the fan.” Oh, fuck! I braced myself for the incoming storm; had our affair been rumbled?

“A few months back, when you and Charlie went to that hotel. What happened?”

I was like a rabbit caught in headlights. What did she know? Should I tell her the truth and risk the fallout of tearing a family apart, or do I pretend I’ve got no idea what she’s talking about? I opted for the latter option.

“N-nothing. How come?” a lump in my throat.

Jen’s stare grew more intense, studying my every facial detail as she weighed up what I had told her. She sighed, disapprovingly shaking her head at me.

“It’s just. Was there anyone else there? Were you with Charlie the whole time? As in, all the time?”

This line of questioning wasn’t going as I expected. Someone else? Well, now I could finally start telling some truths.

“No. It was just us two. I was with him the whole time. Why?”

Although we both knew we were alone in the house, this didn’t stop Jen from looking around the room before she would allow herself to continue.

She lowered her voice. “Okay. Don’t repeat this to anyone, it’s just that me and Charlie aren’t as…intimate as we were, and I was worried that he’d met, well, another woman.”

I felt a weight lifted. Jen had no idea it was me her husband had been sleeping with.

“Jen, I promise you there were no women there. Charlie isn’t cheating on you with another woman,” I reassured her.

Jen looked relieved; her stressed expression now replaced with a smile.

“Yes, I’m being ridiculous. Of course he’s not cheating. Whenever he’s not at work, you’re here with him,” she reasoned while shaking her head at the disbelief she’d ever doubted him.

“Anyway, now something not completely stupid. I’m planning on booking us a last-minute family holiday at the end of the month. Fancy coming with us?”

“Sure.”  

--

A few weeks later, the four of us arrived in Spain and found ourselves at a paint-by-numbers resort. Charlie and Jen sharing one room, Luke and myself another. 

Charlie spent much of the time attired in only his flip-flops and tiny shorts. His shirtless, hairy, athletic body tanning under the Spanish sun, gave him a sexy glow. I caught numerous people, both men and women, turning their heads to admire him. He’d also spend hours in the pool, the specks of water sparkling on his bronzed skin. 

I’d sometimes join him in the pool, and we’d stand together at the edge with our hands under the water. Those around us would have seen a dad and his friend’s son having an innocent chat. What was happening under the surface, was far from innocent. We’d have our hands inside one another’s shorts, gently caressing one another’s cocks. Charlie would divulge that he hadn’t cum since arriving in Spain while I wrapped my hand around his fully erect cock, wanking it subtly so that my arm would remain motionless above the surface. Everyone was watching us, including his family, so I couldn’t cause enough friction to make him cum. However, he enjoyed being edged for a while. 

“My God! I need you to finish me off,” Charlie begged. But there was no chance to do so. Well, not yet. 

I had done some research before arriving in Spain. I saw there was a nudist beach close the hotel, one with plenty of spots for privacy. I wanted to take Charlie there; not only so he could relieve his blue balls and shoot his load deep inside me, but also simply because I wanted us to wrap ourselves in one another for an afternoon.

“I was looking online, and I saw a beach nearby. Like, a naked beach.”

“Oh yeah?” Charlie said, that cheeky smile plastered on his face.

“Yeah, it’s really close. Do you think you could get away tomorrow so we could visit it?”

“Does anything else happen on this beach?”

“Well, some people fuck,” I replied, making sure I grabbed his cock extra firmly at the word ‘fuck’. 

“Oh yeah, we need to go. I haven’t fucked you for since we got here and really need to cum in you again.”

We waited for our erections to subside before rejoining Jen and Luke.

--

We needed to arrange our beach trip so that the others wouldn’t want to join. At a restaurant dinner that evening, we put our plan into motion.

“So, me and (my name) are planning on going to a nudist beach tomorrow. I know you’d rather die than see me naked, Luke, but do you want to come, Jen?”

Charlie knew his wife well enough to know that she was so self-conscious about her appearance that she could barely look at herself naked in a bathroom mirror.

“No chance!” she scoffed.

There we go, sorted! Charlie and I would be alone.

Luke pondered for a moment. “Actually, dad. I think I wouldn’t mind going. I don’t give a shit about your dick, and I’ve seen (my name)’s loads of times! So, I’ll come.”

“Nice!” I responded to Luke, a smile masking my disappointment.

With Luke on the scene, I guessed the planned beach sex with Charlie was ruled out.

I was wrong.

--

The morning came, and the three of us made our way to the beach. 

On arrival, we found it deserted, and we settled in a shaded spot next to a giant rock before removing our clothing. Despite the initial awkwardness of Charlie and Luke hanging naked around one another, things quickly settled down, and they both got used to the situation. We lay next to one another, our three bodies forming a line in the sand. 

“Back in 10 minutes, going for a swim,” Luke said before disappearing behind the rock, making a splash sound as he jumped into the sea. Charlie and I were hidden from Luke’s view and could use the opportunity to release some sexual tension. 

We had become a bit reckless with our encounters over the months we’d been having sex. Getting away with it for so long had led to us becoming complacent, acting dangerously where we should have been more cautious. 

Charlie and I looked at each other, both realising that we had no time to lose. He slid into the space that had been created by Luke leaving, so we were now within touching distance of each other. 

Instinctively, we both leaned in and shared the kiss we’d been longing for all week. Since that day on the sofa, we hadn’t gone a day without kissing one another, and it had been torturous that, until now, we’d had no chance to do so in Spain. A rush of exhilaration ran through my body as we locked tongues. 

“I’ve wanted to do that since we got on that plane,” Charlie confessed. “I’ve really missed being with you.” 

Whenever Charlie kissed me, I always ended up with a solid cock, and today was no exception. He looked down at my lower body, smiling with satisfaction at how excited he had made me. Charlie moved his hand down my leg, took my cock in his hand, and rolled his thumb around the head. I moaned with pleasure. 

Charlie gently growled while he played with the tip of my cock and started rubbing his groin against my leg.  I could feel how hard his big cock was, and glanced down to see him leaking a river of precum that was streaming down my thigh. Much as I wanted him inside me, I knew that would be a risk too far. Instead, I stroked his cock, working his foreskin up and down while collecting his precum in the palm of my hand. When my palm was full, I’d put it to my face so he could see me licking all his juices. 

This made both of us even hornier. 

“I really need to cum with you,” I told Charlie. 

“Hang on,” he instructed, gesturing at me with his fingers splayed. 

He made his way towards the rock, making sure his dripping cock was hidden from Luke’s view. 

“Hey! Luke,” he called into the water. “How long are you going to be in there? Might join you in a minute?” 

“Don’t know? Probably about 15 minutes,” I heard Luke cry in the distance. 

Charlie made his way back to me. 

It was risky, but we had time.  

“Okay, after we’ve cum, straight into the sea so we can wash it off,” Charlie instructed. 

We quickly manoeuvred ourselves into a sixty-nine position so we could mutually pleasure one another. Despite his lack of same-sex experience, Charlie was amazing at giving head; a natural. He knew how to work the head of my cock and give me maximum pleasure. Usually, he loved to edge me and slow down when he could sense I was close to shooting. But no time for that today; time was against us, and we needed to be fast. 

I was busy draining Charlie’s cock with my mouth and tongue. While he would take a break from oral to wank me, I never once took my face away from his cock; my tongue working every single inch of it. Occasionally, I would make eye contact with him while licking his huge cock head, and this would drive him wild – his cock would twinge and precum would run down the shaft. 

“Let’s cum over each other’s chests,” I suggested. 

“Okay. I’m ready.” 

“Yeah, me too.” 

For once, I was the first to cum and shot my load all over Charlie’s chest and nipples. This turned Charlie on so much that he shot only a few seconds later, covering my short torso with his heavy cumload. (Note: even to this day, I’ve never been with such a heavy cummer!). 

After we came, we stopped for a few seconds to catch our breath, stroking each other’s legs, him now kissing the soles of my feet. 

“Okay, let’s get in the water quick,” Charlie demanded. 

We stood up and got an unwelcome surprise. 

Luke was standing beside the rock. 

He’d seen everything.