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.
_____________
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.
