The third day of my holiday didn't start very well. The weather wasn't very good. It was sunny but not very hot. I decided to go to the beach anyway. After all I was there to get as much sun as possible.
The beach was pretty empty. Most people couldn't probably be bothered. Better this way, I thought, a bit of piece and quiet. I was there enjoying the little sun available when I saw daddy and the whole family coming to the beach. It made sense. It was actually a very good day to take little children to the beach, with the sun not that strong. Every time I looked at him I couldn't help but picturing him on his back, legs in the air, enjoying a good fuck from speedo guy. It made me horny so I thought it best to go on the water line.
I was there minding my own business, trying to think about anything but him, and speedo guy, and boldy and beautiful, when I saw daddy going for a swim. But he stopped when the water was up to his knees, maybe it was too cold. The past two days taught me to be bolder, and I didn't intend to let this opportunity pass me by. "Is it cold?". He turned, looked at me and said "Yeah, a little bit, not sure I want to go in now". I thought for a moment whether to keep up the conversation on the weather and such or to move it onto more interesting subjects. As I said I felt bolder, so I said "Thanks for the show the other day". "I beg your pardon?". "I said, thank you for the show in the hut the other day. I enjoyed it a lot". He looked at me, puzzled at first, then almost outraged. "I don't know what you're talking about" he replied and turned away from me. I really can't stand Italians some time, always in denial. I got up, got closer to him and said "You you do" and went back to my deck chair. He turned a couple of times looking in my direction before headgin back to his precious wife. Whatever, I didn't have time to waste on silly little men, even if they are as hot as him.
In the afternoon the weather turned to the worse, so my mum and I decided to go for a little trip. On the ground floor of our building there is a gym. The clients sometimes use our parking spaces with the agreement that they move their cars when we need them. So when we came back and found no spaces left I went inside and looked for the gym owner as usual. I found him inside the gym and while I was telling him about the parking I saw daddy working out behind him. He was even hotter flexing all those muscles. He noticed me too, he stopped working out and headed towards the changing rooms. On the door he paused, looked at me and nodded me inside. I was very surprised to say the least. Firstly for his attitude on the beach that morning. But also because surely he wasn't thinking of having sex in the changing rooms when the gym was so busy. Or was he? I decided to find out, asked Luca, the owner, if I could use the toilette and went inside the changing rooms.
He was alone, not even pretending he was changing. He was clearly waiting for me. Quite a change from the morning. He came to me and said: "I know the owner, he sometimes let me stay after closing time. Come back tonight at 9. I'll be here". What? Not even a sorry for how he treated me on the beach? Not even a please? I was very tempted to answer "piss off", but then I thought that life is a banquet and I don't want to be one of those suckers that are starving to death. But I wanted a little taste of what to come before leaving so I grabbed his big biceps, squizzed them, moved onto the pecs, the abs and finally held a full handful of his package, weighting it before saying "OK" and leave him there, eyes wide open. I left the gym with almost a urge to wank, but I didn't want to spoil my encounter with the hottest daddy on Earth.
At five to nine I told my mum I was going for a walk hoping of course that she didn't want to come as well. She didn't, so I said goodbye and went downstairs. All the lights were on in the gym and from a window I could see him bench pressing. He wasn't wearing any top, for my benefit I'd like to think, and his pces and arms were beautiful when contracting in the effort of the exercise. He was sweating, the actual reason he took his t-shirt off, and his body was shining and all the muscles looked even more defined. He got up and saw me staring at him. But instead of walking to the door to let me in, he sat on the mat and started doing crunches. His abs were gorgeous, a perfect six-pack and a perfect V shape. If I could have jerked off there and then I would have come all over the wall. Instead I nodded him to the door.
He opened it and closed it behind him without a word, turned off the lights and walked to the changing rooms. "I need a shower" he said. Once there though he didn't head to the showers, but grabbed a towel and started drying himself, slowly, very slowly and looking at me. I took the towel off his hands, rubbed it on his face and chest, and then I threw it on the floor and started licking him. The feeling of someone licking him was clearly exciting for him. He contracted his fabulous six-pack and with my tongue I could feel each and every one of them. Suddenly he took me for my shoulders and pulled me up. From his look I knew he wanted to say something, but somehow couldn't. Maybe he simply couldn't find the words. I thought I broke the ice.
"What is it?"
"The other day... in the hut..."
"Yes?"
"Did you see what happened?"
"Yes, I did, through that little peep-hole."
"I see... well, I just want to say that I don't usually do that, I mean, get fucked."
"And what do you usually do?"
"Sometimes I meet with a guy to wank together. Sometimes I let them wank me or suck me off. And if they have a nice little bum I might fuck them, but I'm not gay you know."
I wanted to laugh at him, seriously, but that meant the end of it.
"Of course you're not."
We stayed silent for few moments.
"Did you like it?" I asked him. "Being fucked, it surely looked as you did."
"Oh yeah" he said with a big smile and his sight lost in remembering. "But that doesn't make me gay" he added recomposing himself.
Not again. I don't care, I thought, if you're gay, straight, bisexual, transgender or whatever, you liked getting rammed and I'm gonna fuck you tonight. I was bored of all that talking. If I wanted to talk I would have stayed upstairs with my mother. So I undressed, while he took his shoes off, and then finally I pulled his shorts down. I admired him, the whole of him for a moment. I wanted to really impress that image in my mind. I then took his hand and said "Let's have that shower now."
The showers were not cubicles, but a big line of five showers one next to the other. I must join that gym... and spend all my time in the showers watching all those chiselled bodies fully exposed. Anyway, I opened the shower and the strong jet of water fell on daddy's head and body. His hair were not so bad when wet, but of course I was mesmerized by the sight of that body I wanted to have since the very first time he walked on the beach. The water stopped, I got hold of some soap and started washing him, just an excuse, of course, to feel his hard body under my hands. For sure he liked it because he closed his eyes and leaned back on the wall, like he was offering me not only his body but his dick too.
I jumped at the chance and began soaping his crotch, feeling his balls, and softly wanking his stick that I could fell starting stiffining up. Now it was really hard, but I kept wanking it with some soap, while with the other hand I was already caressing his tight arse. He then opened the shower again, and when the soap had been washed off he said "Take it in your mouth". I smiled and went down on him. I knew already that it wasn't the biggest cock, but it was thick and smooth, with a nice pink head, and although fully erect there was still some skin to pull. And so I did. I pulled it and licked between the skin and the head. Then I pulled it down, and up again, still tonguing his head. He couldn't resist any longer so he put both hands on the back of my head and forced his cock deep into my mouth. Thick but not too long, that's the perfect cock to deep-throat.
I started moaning with pleasure and for a moment I forgot that my mission that night was to fuck him. He was basically doing all the work, fucking my mouth like the expert fucker I thought he was. I had only to be careful not to choke, but once I got into his rhythm it was easy. So I was free to do something else. My hands began touching his strong legs, those beautiful calves, those hard thighs and up again on that so tight bum. I started massaging his gole, spreading his cheeks. I didn't' think it was possible but I felt his cock getting even harder. He did like indeed his rose bud being worked on. It was time to move on.
I got up, turned him so he had his hands on the wall, and while keeping working on his arsehole I started kissing and licking his back, his spine, biting his neck. He was enjoying it a lot judging from his heavy breathing. I'm not even sure he realized I had already two fingers up his bum. He was ready. I pulled out my fingers and said "You want me to fuck you, don't you?". "Mmmm" was the only reply. "Say it, say fuck me, say it" and sticked my fingers in again. "Aaah, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me". I left him there for a moment, just the time to go and fetch a condom and some lube I brought with me. When I went back to the showers he was trying to finger himself, and the sight of that peach bum, hard and opened up for me made me even harder.
I rolled the condom on my cock, put the whole content of the lube sachet on it and went closed to him. He didn't realized I was behind him. I removed his finger and before he could even turn his head I pushed myself in, quickly, roughly, almost like raping him. It was tight, so tight I felt like my cock was squeezed by a giant hand. And when my cock-head touched his prostate I too screamed of pleasure. I could have been gentle, but something told me he liked it rough, so I fucked him as rough as I knew, slapping his arse, talking dirty, but especially hard and deep. My hands were on his hips to give me the rhythm. Sometimes, without any notice, I pulled out and looked at his hole closing and opening up soon after, eager to be filled again. And so I did, not slowly, but in one deep go. My hands moved up to his pecs. I felt his hard nipples, played with them, squeezed them, and they got harder and harder. But I had one last thing I wanted him to try, just because he wasn't gay.
I pulled out, massaging his hole a little longer. In the meantime I was taking the condom off. Then I ordered him on his knees, spread his legs, slapped my hard cock on his face, lips, tongue, and then finally I slipped it inside his watering mouth. He wasn't that good, he definitely lacked experience, but looking down on him, his hot body, his nice hard cock, that was enough. I wanted to cum in his mouth, but I wanted him to enjoy it, so I told him
"I want you to swallow my cum, you liked it when you ate your own, didn't you? And you liked it when you licked it off my finger"
"I don't know, I..."
He couldn't finish what he was saying because I pushed my dick again in his mouth. To encourage him I started, again,talking dirty.
"Yeah, suck it, oh yeah, like that, mmmm, use your tongue, aaahh, fuck yeah. I'm gonna cum..."
He pulled out and the first shot went on his face. I knew the others were not that strong and as I was still holding his head with both hands I forced my cock into his still open mouth. He tried to resist but when he felt my hot cum on his tongue he relaxed, swallowed and actually started sucking again.
I was done but I wasn't sure he was.
"Did you cum?" I asked.
"No, not yet, but I have to now".
"STOP!" I shouted, "I have to return the favour".
His face lightened up. I had the impression he had never cum in anyone's mouth, but I couldn't waste time asking. He got up and accidentally pushed the button to open the shower. But that was even hotter for me, with water pouring down his body while I was sucking him. I could feel his abs contracting more often and I could hear his moaning quickening and I knew he was about to shoot. He wanted to come on my face as I did, and although I knew he had a powerful shot I was determined not to waste a single drop. And anyway that wasn't the first time someone came in my mouth. I grabbed his hips and holding his dick in my mouth I stopped sucking but kept using my tongue. He came immediately. The first two shots were fired to the back of my throat, but I was ready and they didn't cause any troubles. The other shots were not that strong, but filled my mouth of hot, delicious cum. I didn't swallow though, not yet. I had one last surprise for daddy. I got up and kissed him filling his mouth too with his own cum. He was surprised, but he didn't pull away. On the contrary, he kissed me back with passion until we both finally swallowed.
We stayed under the shower for a little, relaxing and actually cleaning ourselves. When we were dressing I asked him
"Do you come here often?" I couldn't believe I actually said that. It sounded so cheap, so I added
"I mean here on holiday"
"No" he said "we're from out of town"
"Well, I'm sure you'll leave with good memories"
"Oh yeah" he replied with a grin "and I don't think it'll be the last time"
"I know darling" the queen inside me said "once a queer always a queer"
We laughed and left the gym.