Gozo, November a few years ago Brilliant and before it got to "discovered". Mornings spent shopping and sightseeing, meeting friends for coffee, walking from deserted beach to deserted beach just seeing the odd fisherman. Secluded corners for nude sunning, absolute bliss.
Back to the hotel for lunch most days, afternoons being social and ending up as the sun went down by the hotel pool relaxing before a dip and dinner and finding out what the evening had in store.
I soon realised that every afternoon there were the same people also relaxing before dinner, in particular this mother and gather and son. I soon became aware the son was watching me and when I did begin to talk to his family was very attentive. Anyway they were on a break and the son was on a gap year before uni, currently working in the family business. This holiday was a belated birthday present to their son who had turned 18 during the summer. The mother was a well set up very well turned out matron, the farther wore shorts with creases, white socks and sandals and managed to look uncomfortable in leisure gear but the son, tatty T shit, baggy shorts and bare footed and a little pudgy with baby fat, crowning glory was an amazing shock of black hair.. Me I suppose short sleeved shirt and short shorts. As the sun went down they always left together to dress for dinner, I always got a look from the son. Once they'd gone I'd have my last dip, a couple of lengths and then to the changing rooms for a shower before also getting ready for dinner. I think after a couple of days of passing the time, discussing where we'd been it came out that I always had a final dip before dinner. So as usual I was showering after my swim a day or so later when I heard a noise and there he was coming in from the pool carrying his shorts but wearing the smallest budgie smugglers I'd ever seen, well packed and pubic hair poking over the top. Missed you he said as he took in my naked all over tan found , nice tan, I've got lines - as he striped of the minuscule coverings and doing a twirl. Yes he'd got big big tan lines and a big big cock with a semi lob. He turned on the jet next to mine, found soap and lathered all over, under his legs and balls and ass as I tried not to look to much and control the urge in my crotch. He was chattering on and watching me as I to soaped and rinsed and tried to avoid frontal views - he had no such concerns by now sorting a full on boner. Always happens he said waving it at me, see it happens to you as well,. He looked round and as usual it was deserted. His hand reached out and grabbed my cock. Wondered what it would be like he said, really nice and with that he pulled me in so out cocks touched and pressed and bodily contact all the way up as his lips touched mine - an electric moment. Dam I wanted to make out but dam I was over twice his age and it was pretty public. His tongue found my tongue, his hands gripped my buttocks but I pulled away. Not here I said, noting the look of rejection on his face, my room later if you can make it.
At dinner sitting at my table for one (not a social animal) I watched him enjoying dinner with his family. As I watched I wondered what they'd have thought had they seen him earlier Then. after coffee I wandered off, took the elevator up to my room opened the door to the balcony and stood there enjoying the evening breeze and late night perfumes from the gardens below. I poured a drink, put one side light on and took stock of the day. God he was a delight to hold, puppy fat yes but mmm so nice to feel and hold and that cock, hard and eager., but really far to tempting so maybe steer clear.
When there was a light knocking at the door.
He stood there in his baggy shorts and torn T shirt grinning and holding a bottle. He pushed past, kicked the door shut, turned and put his arms round me and kissed me, dragged me to the bed and laid on top of me while groping me, feeling me and wildly kissing my neck and ears and giggling as I tried to work out why I was being seduced and enjoying it and beginning to reciprocate. Drinks he said getting up and pouring more into my glass and filling one for himself. Cheers. Now lets get naked Oh he was hard, oh he was eager and oh he was fucking sexy. He laid frotting and kissing as he sort of explained things. Yes he was gay, yes he'd been about and no they didn't know and yes he wanted to be with me Plus apart from a hot gardener I was the hottest totty about! And he liked maturity more than kids my age he said as he eased me onto my tummy and laid on me, his uncut cock wet ended up my bum crack. His fingers found my hole, wet fingers, entered as he whispered in my ear do you? as his end pushed and pushed and slowly he filled me, expertly till I could feel his bush pressed into my buttocks, my hand went round and found huis balls nestling between my legs as I then rose for him to fuck me.
His hands caressed my nipples, my cock and balls and his lips and teeth worked on the nape of my legs as he steadily rose and fell sending waves of enjoyment through my body until he grunted, pushed harder and wow I could feel his cum going down his cock over my sphincter and flowing into me as I let my own load shoot into his hand. We laid back, slowly he withdrew, turned me over and kissed me. Thanks he said, thank you I said. He looked at his watch, sighed, I have to go, washed off in the bathroom, dressed. Sorry, but I really do have to go, tomorrow?
And everyday after that after dinner we had sex. We fucked each other, he liked to sit on cock, sucked each other off and I introduced him to the fun of frotting. Each afternoon I'd sit by the pool reading and maybe chatting and admiring his body, his eyes and white teeth and grin and the way he walked. Each night after dinner I'd be waiting like a teenager for his knock and kiss and smell and taste.
And then the holiday was over, they were returning the day before I left. Our last evening was very passionate with promises to get in touch when we were home.
I saw their taxi drive off to the airport, no wave, no looking back and blowing kisses. That night was very odd, no hip thrusts or hard tongues, no spunk.
They say the weirdest things happen when you don't expect them, that holiday romances are the sweetest - but also the saddest but if you get the chance to embrace it. Over many years I have been noticed in a variety of places but this was the most unexpected and open. I didn't feel like a dirty old man screwing with a youngster but more as a sexual equal, and I didn't use my age as a weapon for he'd had quite a lot of experience under his belt.
So I left Gozo with mixed feelings, said goodbye to friends who lived on the island and after a boozy lunch flew home.
One message on my phone. Call me.
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