Ever Saturday morning, I go to my Dad's place for coffee.
When my parents divorced, my Dad, Gary, disappeared off the scene and it wasn't till a few years ago, when I was 21, that I made contact and got to know him again.
Now I looked forward to our Saturdays together. We don't do anything very special, just hang out, have coffee, sometimes a beer and talk about what's going on in each other's lives, combined with a bit of banter.
Considering that we haven't seen each other for years, I find him easy to get on with and totally non judgemental, so I'm quite open with him about my sex life and vice versa.
I tease him about his lady friends, of which there are a few, but there's never anyone permanent.
He attracts the ladies, my Dad, which I don't find too surprising. He's a handsome man in his 40s, who takes good care of himself, spends four days a week in the gym, lifting weights and swimming. He also plays rugby with a bunch of other middle aged guys on a Sunday, just for fun.
He's got dark hair and pale grey eyes, with a warm open smile that women seem to fall for.
I've inherited his colouring and features, but I'm not nearly so fit or muscular. I've got a much leaner build and prefer to go running, rather than using the gym.
This Saturday, I'm a bit down and want to give my visit with Dad a miss, but I know he'll be disappointed, so set off as usual.
The reason for my mood is Nathan, my boyfriend, or should I say ex boyfriend, who decided yesterday to split up with me, after a year together.
If that wasn't bad enough, we were supposed to go on holiday in ten days time and I've just paid the balance for an expensive apartment in Spain, which I can't get a refund on, because it's so close to the date.
Nathan refuses to give me his half, cos he won't be going. Luckily he paid for his own flight, so that's his problem.
I could go on my own, as I know the area well, but at the moment, I'm not too enthusiastic about it.
My Dad sees that something is up right away and soon gets the whole story out of me.
To be honest, just telling someone makes me feel better, especially my Dad, who's a good listener and always sympathetic, but I'm still left with a bill for the accommodation, that I can't really afford and no one to take with me.
When I say this, he immediately
offers to give me the money.
That wasn't what I was hinting at, but I accept, then on the spur of the moment, suggest that he comes with me, seeing that he's paying for it and as a freelance writer, he's his own boss.
He looks delighted.
"Are you sure, Ben? I wouldn't want to cramp your style with all those Spanish men."
When I assure him that I'm not really going to be looking, so soon after Nathan, he agrees to come.
He goes online and manages to get a seat on the same flight, so we're sorted.
Later on at home, I start to wonder how great an idea this is. I've never spent two weeks solid with Dad, only Saturdays and the occasional meal out. Still, he's come to the rescue, plus I'll have company on my holiday, so I should be grateful.
Ten days later and we're here. We had a good flight, because Dad charmed the check-in girl to give us an upgrade, so we could sit together.
When we enter the apartment, I can see why it's so expensive. It's right on the beach, with a large comfortable lounge leading to a huge, furnished balcony, that has views across the resort and the Mediterranean.
The rest of the place is small by comparison, a galley kitchen with a complimentary grocery box waiting for us and a double, ensuite bedroom.
This is something else that I didn't consider. I'll be sharing a bed with my Dad, which could be awkward.
When bedtime comes, it turns out that it's not awkward at all.
We've been out for dinner and a walk along the promenade, where we stopped for a nightcap.
Back in the apartment, Dad just strips off his clothes and wanders into the bathroom to clean his teeth, without closing the door.
I don't think I've ever seen him naked before and I find myself admiring his body, as he stands at the sink. He's got a lot of muscle without being bulky, flat stomach and strong legs leading to a muscular arse. His cock is long and thick, jutting out slightly between his thighs.
I finish getting undressed and take my turn in the bathroom after him, noticing that he's having a good look as I pass, but doesn't comment.
