Authors Note: This is a mutlipart, slow burn story that builds and builds throughout the series. So sit back, unzip, and enjoy.
The Summer Son - Part 1
Arrival
“It’ll do you some good,” his mother had said, “Give you some sorely needed perspective!”
His dad had, of course, signed off on the whole thing. He’d sent a text saying to trust his mothers judgement, then apologised for cancelling their weekly call. The office needed him.
And just like that Alex’s bags had been packed, his ticket bought, and he’d been bundled onto a plane.
“All the arrangements have been made. Do as you’re told, and don’t embarrass me!” his mum had said, before shoving some notes into his hand and bidding him farewell.
It had not been a happy parting, and Alex had been neither surprised nor upset by her lack of care upon leaving him. Why they had ever had him had been a source of confusion and curiosity for years. It wasn’t that they were bad parents, perhaps moderately neglectful at times, it was just that they seemed completely uninterested in him. Except, of course, when he wasn’t living up to expectations.
Which was exactly why he was now two hours into a dusty bus ride, the blues of the sky and ocean filling the windows to his left, the dusty, scrub covered cliffs to his right.
His backpack was wedged between his sweaty knees, his fringe slick to his forehead. Sighing, he pulled the hem of his tee shirt up and across his face for the tenth time in as many minutes. Either the bus's air conditioning was unable to keep up, or his British body overreacting to what was, for the locals anyway, rather moderate heat.
The bus began to slow, and he watched on his phone as the blue band that traced his route came, at last, to the dot that marked his destination.
In the middle of nowhere.
Nervous, he grabbed his gear and began to move down the aisle, passing the handful of passengers who, engrossed in their own phones, paid him no mind.
The bus pulled back onto the deserted road, following the ribbon of black until the noise of the engine vanished, and he was left alone. The mountain slope he stood on slid in uneven undulations, creating small valleys and rises, before vanishing into the ocean a mile or so away.
The endless view of yellows, whites and beiges was only interrupted by occasional flashes of green, little oasis that surrounded whitewashed farm houses and distant villas.
Alex headed down the dirt track, following the dual tire impressions. No clouds broke the sky here, though the dust his shoes kicked up seemed to be leeching all the moisture from his body.
Why on Earth he had agreed to this he didn’t know. Well, agreeing might be a stretch now he thought about it. He hadn’t agreed so much as let his mother bully him and his dad, on camera from Dubai, vigorously supported his wife. Alex had, as usual, just gone along with it.
“Fucking loser,” he whispered he crested the next rise.
Then he saw it. A long, high wall built of local stones and mortar, with the green of trees and shrubs poking above the uneven top. In the middle a faded red gate hung half open. The words ‘O Retrio Nu’ were painted on an adjacent sign.
His nerves shot up again, but wrapped his knuckles along the flaked paint regardless. No one came. He tried again, but still, no answer.
He was going to have to go in, wasn’t he? Gritting his teeth, he ventured in, ignoring the sense that he was trespassing.
The building ahead was long and low, a single story flanked by long rows of spiked plants and trees he couldn’t name. Big plate glass windows rose from floor to ceiling, set deep below a heavy concrete roof. He headed in.
“Hello?” he called out. But only the sound of cicadas answered him.
“Hello?” he tried again, venturing inside.
The interior was sparsely decorated. A concrete floor, with a large open plan kitchen centred in the middle of the room, with doors in the distant left and right. Sofas sat off to the left in an area sunken into the floor. They looked out of a second wall of glass.
“Hello?”
Again, nothing.
Venturing out through the second wall of glass, he found himself in a courtyard. Immediately in front of him a deep blue pool lapped gently in the sun. Sat back from the sides were a number of squat buildings with closed shutters. And at the end of the courtyard, trees and open country, and the glitter of the distant ocean.
There were worse places to be sent away, he supposed.
“Alex?” a voice rang out.
He turned, only to suddenly look away.
“I’m sorry!” he said, reflexively, “I shouldn’t have barged in, I was just…”
“Don’t be daft,” the voice said, the sound of feet padding closer.
“I, erm…”
“You’re not shy, are you?” the voice asked.
He could sense that the man was smiling. Alex blushed.
“Turn around, lad. Nothing you haven’t seen before.”
That wasn’t true, not by a long stretch, but he did as he was told, eyes firmly fixed on the colourfully tiled floor.
“Eyes up.”
One again he did as he was told, but so fast as to avoid so much as a flash of the inappropriate.
James looked much the same as he had the last time he’d visited. He was taller than Alex by half a foot, his face framed by a beard of well kept black stubble flecked with grey. His hair was similarly coloured, though it was longer and swept back. His skin was tanned, deeply, though not the cliche of a Brit-abroad. And he was completely naked.
“Let me guess, Kathryn didn’t mention what kind of place she was sending you to?”
When Alex didn’t answer James rolled his eyes.
“Of course she didn’t. Just like her.”
He looked Alex up and down.
“Well, we can’t stand here all day, now can we? Come on, let's get you out of the sun.”
He turned and began to walk toward the main building, his tanned body coming into the view. Alex tried not to stare, but it was a challenge.
His back was moderately muscled, a light smattering of dark hair across his shoulders and back before reaching a pair of round, hairy cheeks atop two thick thighs. He must have been at least six foot four, his body massive against the glass door.
Where the hell had his mother sent him?
Inside, James gestured for him to take a seat at the kitchen island, whilst he stood on the otherside, everything below what looked like neatly trimmed pubes hidden by the cream worktop.
“How was your trip?” the older man asked, filling two glasses with water.
“It was okay,” Alex said, still trying to keep from ogling.
James sighed, “Your mother always was a right pain in the arse. Should have seen her in uni, tearaway doesn’t begin to cover it.”
He pushed a full glass toward the boy.
“What did she tell you, exactly?”
“That I’d be working here for the season. Helping out and stuff.”
“And she failed to mention this is a nudist retreat?”
Alex's eyes widened.
“A what?!”
“A nudist retreat. People come here to get their kit off, mate.”
What the fuck? Why the hell had she sent him here, of all places? He knew the man ran a hotel in Portugal, but not that everyone had their tackle out all day and night. He felt suddenly angry at himself for letting her do this to him, and for not having the common sense to look the place up online. He was such a fucking loser.
“Oh wow, I didn’t think you could get any paler. I might have to get you something stronger. You’re 18 now, right?”
Alex nodded automatically.
“I can’t believe she did this,” he muttered.
“I can. But what’s done is done! You’re here now, may as well make the most of it, eh?”
Settling In
James gestured around them.
“This is the kitchen and living space. When it’s just us it's sort of the main house, but when the guests arrive it's where we prepare meals, and people are free to relax.”
He then walked from behind the counter, and headed for the courtyard. Alex tried to keep his eyes up.
Outside by the pool, the older man began to show him the cabins.
“These are where guests stay. We have ten, one for me and Luis, and one for you.”
He pointed to two cabins, both facing one another across the pool. Both had shutters closed, and seemed to be little more than one big room. Alex studied them intently.
“Toilets are down there, showers adjacent,” he gestured toward a path that wound around the back of the huts.
“Drop your stuff in the cabin and I’ll give you a tour of the whole place.”
The shutters opened directly into the room. There were no windows. A double bed faced the door, with a small table against the wall, a fold out chair, and a rack for his clothes. Aside from some decorative tiles and wall art, the room was sparse.
He dropped his gear and headed outside. James was waiting, arms crossed, eyebrows raised.
“Forgetting something?” and gestured to his body.
It took a moment for him to realise the man meant his clothes, and he felt his stomach flip.
“It is a nudist retreat, afterall.”
“You mean I…” he trailed off, afraid to confirm it.
“Well it would be a bit strange if you were the only guy in the whole place dressed, now wouldn’t it?”
When Alex didn’t move, James shook his head.
“Think of it like jumping in a pool. Just got to get it over and done with. There’s some sandals in the welcome pack. Otherwise, I expect you out here in nothing but suncream.”
Alex felt like crying. He was almost as embarrassed by that realization than what he was being asked to do.
“Go on! I promise it’ll be fine.”
Slowly, his hands shaking, he stripped off his sweat soaked shirt, and dropped his shorts. His socks slid off easily enough, but when it came to peel his briefs from his body, he felt hesitant. He was a skinny lad. Tall enough, but pale, his body still gangly from puberty. James was a huge mass of a man, surely he’d take one look at him and laugh, right?
Trembling, he pulled the briefs down and began to apply the suncream.
“You ready, yet?”
“Almost,” he called back, running his hands down the crack of his arse.
Finally, he joined the older man outside. He held his hands in front of his junk, his face red from something other than sunburn.
“Move your hands. You can’t walk around like that all the time now can you?”
When he didn’t, James took a step forward and placed his hands on Alex’s shoulders. He was so tall, Alex's eyes were level with the man's clavicle.
“We’ve both men, we’ve both got the same equipment. Nothing to be embarrassed about. Look down.”
James widened his eyes in emphasis, and Alex once more did as he was told.
James cock hung between them. It was long, the head hidden nicely under foreskin, and it swayed slightly as James steadied himself. The man was very much in proportion to his size.
“See, not scary is it? Now, hands.”
Tentatively, he removed his hands, aware that James was looking right at his crotch.
His own cock hung from a thick bush of black hair. Like James he was uncut, but the purple tip of his head was peeking though. Unlike the rest of his body the skin around his shaft was a darker colour, almost a light brown. He felt a slight twitch, and hoped to God that James didn’t notice.
“All grown up!” the man smirked, and pulled him alongside as they began to walk.
It was an odd feeling, being outside, cock bouncing, the sun on his cheeks. He felt so exposed, so, well, naked.
James cock was lightly swinging between his thighs, and despite himself, Alex kept finding himself stealing glances. If James noticed, he didn’t say anything.
They headed into a dense orchard of gnarled trees that stretched in all directions with the occasional stone path cutting through them. They walked for some time. James pointed out the trail to the little nude beach, the gazebo they conducted yoga in, the outhouses they used for storage.
He learned about his duties as they walked. He would basically be a jack of all trades. As the season approached he’d be helping get everything in shape, and that meant doing anything and everything that needed to be done.
“It’s just the three of us for the next six weeks, then a couple of locals will help out with the day-to-day once the season starts.”
As they walked, the constant bouncing caused his cock to flare, threatening to rise from soft to semi, his blood rushing to and fro. Once he saw James smirk, but again, the man said nothing.
As they approached the house he saw a number of outdoor showers set into a beautifully tiled wall, and next to them, a squat building with one wooden door and a toilet symbol.
“Everything is communal here, no private showers, one pool, shared meals, etc. I built this place to create community, that's why the cabins open onto the courtyard. So that everyone has to mingle,” he said as they arrived at his own cabin.
“You must be knackered. Go rest. Come get me in an hour or so. We’ll have dinner and get to know one another better, yeah?”
He smiled, and squeezed Alex’s shoulder, causing another rush of blood to swell his temperamental manhood.
“The shutters keep the heat out in the day, but at night you might want to keep them open. There's a curtain you can draw if you want privacy.”
James left him, heading for his own cabin directly opposite. Alex, his skin warm and mind reeling, fell onto the cold sheets, and almost immediately fell asleep.
Night
He woke up to a hand gently shoving him.
“Wakey wakey, kid. Can’t sleep all evening.”
The room was lit by a lamp and the air was cooler, his eyes fluttering open to see James bent over the bed, smiling, still naked, his cock within an arms reach. He could see it better now, hanging fat and long, the foreskin slightly pulled back, and there was a glint of wetness on the dull pink of the head. The man’s balls were smooth and snug to his body. His pubes were heavily trimmed, maybe half an inch long, with the treasure trail nothing but dots of stubble.
He felt a strong urge to slowly reach out and gently weigh the mans schlong in the palm of his hand. To feel the softness of his skin.
James shook him again, breaking him out of his bold thoughts.
“Come on,” he said, “Up and at ‘em.”
It was only when Alex sat up that he realised he was solid as a rock, and that James was staring right at it, a smug grin on his face.
He threw his hands over his raging stiffy as James laughed.
“Too late for that, mate,” he sniggered and held out a hand, “Come on, I made dinner.”
His face was bright red, his cheeks were burning, and his cock was aching. It was so hard. He took the man's hand.
As they walked over to a round, wooden table set by the pool, his heavy pole bounced and slapped against his legs, leaving streaks of precum on the hairs of his thighs. He had to grab it just to stop the building sensation bubbling away in his hairy balls.
The courtyard was minimally lit creating a relaxing, almost golden ambiance. The table was set with cured meats, breads, oils and vegetables. A bottle of wine sat between two, small ceramic cups.
Alex sat, his hairy arse settling into the treated wicker, and his cock standing up between his thighs, demanding attention he couldn’t give it. He didn’t know if the heat in his cheeks was embarrassment, or sunburn.
They ate for a while, chatting about nothing in particular. The wine was rich and left a pleasing tang on his tongue, and the meat, sprinkled with salt crystals, was moorish. His cock slowly deflated, but never below half mast. The tingle in his balls turning into a dull, heavy throb.
“How did you, erm, you know, get into all of this?” he asked, spurred on by the wine and the semi-privacy the table afforded.
James stretched his arms and chest out, his biceps bulging and pits full of hair on display for the briefest of moments.
Blood rushed again. He sipped at his drink.
“Well, that would be uni. I was a bit of a tear away as a kid and then once I was out on my own I just doubled down on it. Sex, drugs, clubs. One year I turned up at the airport once a month, every month, and would book the cheapest flight anywhere, and spend a few days in some hostel or on some beach somewhere random.”
James was smirking, his eyes a little glazed.
“This one time, I was in…you know I don’t remember. It was Greek, I think. Anyway, I was twenty and in this hostel with some other lads and the aircon was nothing but a ceiling fan, and it must have been 40c. We were all sweating and hungover, you know, beer sweats, and I just got sick of feeling my boxers in my crack, so I yanked them off and threw them on the floor.”
The smirk widened.
“Just laid there, blanket bunched up round my ankles, sweating and not caring. The other lads followed my lead. Six men, all sunburnt and with hangover horns. Bet you can imagine all the pole I saw that weekend. And…well,” he winked.
Alex ventured a smile of his own.
“Fuuuuck that was a hot weekend. And a long time ago. You weren’t even born. But yeah, that was the start. After that I started trying out nude beaches, parks - that's a thing in Germany - and it just stuck with me. Even after I exited my young, hung and full of cum phase,”
Alex wasn’t used to adults talking like that to him. His prim and proper mum and his distant and distracted dad hadn’t even told him about sex. They’d just left it to the school to sort when he was 10. Yeah, the other guys at school were obsessed with sex, would talk about how far they could shoot or how big their dongs were, but it was different hearing a man his parent’s age talk like that. It felt wrong, but it also made his heart beat faster and his chest a little tighter.
“Then after years of working in the city, I just couldn’t do it anymore. I fucking hated it. So I bought this place a year or so before Brexit, turned it into this, and charged other men for the pleasure of being naked in the sun. It’s a nice little life.”
Finished, he drained his cup and poured the last of the wine.
“What’s your story, then?” he asked.
Alex's eyes slipped downward, taking in the remnants of their dinner. He hated this conversation. He was bored of it.
“I just…don't know what I want to do. Schools over, I don’t really fancy uni. My dad tried to get me an internship but I refused.”
“Why?”
“Same reason you said, I guess.”
“So your mum just shipped you out to me as, what? A cosmic joke?”
He shrugged.
“She said I wasn’t allowed to waste my life in her house. She thought getting me out of my comfort zone might do me some good.”
James rolled his eyes, “Well she definitely nailed that part of the brief.”
Alex noticed his dick had finally gone down, and was now resting heavily on his balls. Nothing was quite as effective at killing his sex drive like talking about home.
“Well, I can’t promise you’ll have some great revelation but maybe we can give you some confidence.”
With that, he stood up, stretched, and put his drink down.
“Best get to bed, we’ll clean this up tomorrow morning.”
He came close and ruffled Alex’s hair, and with a click of a button, plunged the courtyard into darkness.
“See you at 7, kid.”
And with that he padded to his cabin.
Alex stayed a moment, looking at the sky for the first time that night. It was blacker than he had ever seen it, and yet filled with thousands of points of light. Standing, he walked to the edge of the pool and just took in the sight a while, his naked body radiating heat from the first day in sun.
James, his light on and doors open, pulled his linen curtain across, and slumped onto his bed.
Realising the time, Alex mirrored him and returned to his bed. As he drew the curtain in the dark, he realised he could see straight into the square of light that was James’s cabin.
His cock expanded at record speed, rising until it arced out from his body. James, hot, older, friend of his mum James, was laid on his bed, legs spread wide open, fisting a fat, tanned hard on. His balls were tight to his body, and his toes were wiggling. Laid flat, his face was hidden.
His cock was in his hand faster than he realised. He beat his shaft like he’d just discovered wanking all over again.
Fuck he was so hot. It was so big. So fat. The foreskin was racing up and over the shaft. He felt his cum surging. But for some reason, whether the wine or the heat, he let go before it could erupt.
He had to get closer. He had to see. He didn’t even know why, he just knew he had to.
Heart thumping, he slipped out onto the cold stone and let the darkness cloak him. His bare feet made no noise as he slowly worked his way toward his employer's cabin, his pole pointing the way.
Light slapping sounds get louder, the shuffle of flesh on linens, the wet slide of slick skin on skin. He can’t see from this angle, trying to stick to the darkness, hoping to pop his head around the corner, but the sounds were no less powerful as far as his young cock was concerned. He wanked as he walked, slowly, mindful of making noise.
His heart was beating so hard in his ears. This was by far the riskiest thing he’d ever done, and he was so fucking turned on by it.
Then, finally, he’s there, beside the cabin. Letting go of his own solid prick for a moment, he listens to the rhythm of a man totally lost to the sensation building in his shaft and balls. A sensation any boy and man understood, and completely powerless to fight.
Leaning his forehead on the stone, he tried to calm his nerves. He could do this. He hadn’t come all this way not to watch. Yes it was a risk, but he hadn’t come all this way to give in to the butterflies in his stomach.
Gingerly, he peeked around the corner, and took in the sight of James splayed on the double bed, his eyes focussed on his phone screen, whilst his right hand pumped his manhood. His balls were so tight as to have almost disappeared, and his toes were curling.
He looked so completely lost in the moment. So fucking male.
A throb of precum squirted from Alex’s manhood, and he stifled a little moan.
James arced his back, and began to twist and roll his fist over the glands of his cock, his foreskin being squeezed and released as he did. Panting replaced the short breaths.
He was going to blow.
Alex fist was working his own flesh, his cum just barely holding behind the dam. This was what he needed to see.
“Urgh!”
James threw his phone along the bed, scrunching his red and sweaty face, and then, his cock flexed, and the first rope of pearly white cum flew into the air, arced, and spattered over his shoulder. Another volley followed, painting his chin and chest. Cum shot after cum shot painted his bronzed skin like glue.
That was it. Alex lost it. The sensation was so strong his vision blurred, and he felt the thick, powerful shots of his virgin seed spray all up the wall. These weren’t the perfect ropes James was pumping out, but the uncontrolled spray of a young, untrained prick desperate to fertilise.
Alex, his legs weak and face resting against the cold stone of the outer wall, was brought back to reality by a long, drawn out, “Fuuuuuck,” emanating from the cabin.
Like being dropped in a cold bath, Alex snapped back to reality.
What the fuck had he just done?! What the fuck!
Panicked, he padded deep into the darkness and back toward his cabin, the whole time hoping James wouldn’t suddenly turn all the lights on or venture into the courtyard. Imagining scenes of being shouted at and fired before he’d even started. But as he reached the safety of his own cabin, the light of James' cabin vanished, and he was alone in the dark.
Sighing in relief, Alex licked his fingers, tasting the tang of his semen, and pulled the curtain back.
Climbing into bed, the shock and rush of what he had done seared into his brain. It was stupid. It had been risky. It had been hot. His cock lengthened against the mattress as he fell asleep.
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