In the early nineties a father and son found themselves single again. Dan, the father, was approaching sixty and had been widowed now for a little over a year and a half. The son, Alan, was early thirties and recently divorced. Life for both of them had not been kind and it brought them together in mutual support and both were grateful for the time spent with each other as they recovered from bereavement and breakup.
They would visit each other regularly, often going to the pub or out on Sunday for a carvery dinner. And, as spring approached they began to talk about what they would do for a holiday. They had both assumed that they would holiday together and long conversations were had about where it would be. Both wanted to feel the warmth of the sun on their backs and as the Canary Isles were more or less guaranteed sunshine they spent the next few weeks deciding where they wanted to stay.
Dad Dan, found this place called Playa del Ingles or Beach of the English (PDI), and thought that there would be plenty of people there from the homeland they could socialise with, on the isle of Gran Canaria, and Alan, not having anything better to put forward, agreed. So, it being before the Internet, they decided to go to the travel agents the following weekend to book it and by the end of Saturday that weekend they had booked a two bedroomed self catering apartment in Maspalomas for the first two weeks of July.
What followed in the last few weeks of June was a mini panic, as both rushed about the shops getting everything they thought they needed. Both looked forward to the trip as Dan hadn't been away since his bereavement and Alan was similar since his divorce. So by the time they arrived in Gran Canaria they were both excited to be there and, having picked their rooms and unpacked, they headed to the nearest bar for a cooling beer and a look around the place.
What Dan noticed first was that there were a lot of men in the bar and hardly any ladies, but the beer was good. So too was the food which was served by a very boyish waiter, which made Alan look up and he too became aware of the gender difference. They both just shrugged and ordered more beer.
On the whole everyone was friendly and relaxed as you would expect from people on holiday. They visited another couple of bars and had what they would call a good evening. So, by the time they went to bed they were pleasantly chilled out and ready for sleep.
Like most people who drink beer, it's inevitable that it would be necessary to get up a couple of times in the night to relieve their overworked bladders. After a first night celebration, this was true of our pair. At first they were getting up to go the bathroom believing that the other was fast asleep but at about half past three the two met as Dan was coming out as Alan was going in.
The thing that made this encounter awkward was that both of them were naked and It was clear that both were embarrassed, apologising to each other as they squeezed past to go their respective ways. Alan couldn't stop himself from looking at his father's cock and neither could Dan stop himself from looking at Alan's. Even more embarrassed, they quickly went to where they were meant to go.
In the morning Alan woke to the sound of Dan preparing breakfast. Putting a pair of shorts on, he went out of his room to greet the day and his father, who was likewise dressed only in shorts. Alan greeted his father, asked if he slept well and apologised for the embarrassing encounter they had in the night. Dan replied that it was just one of those things but questioned whether there was any need wear anything at night anyway when going to the bathroom.
The discussion centred around the fact that they both slept in the buff and it was silly to put something on to go to the toilet and that it was only embarrassing because they weren't familiar with each other naked. Alan questioned whether there was any need to wear anything around the apartment with this lovely warm weather and brazenly removed his own shorts and encouraged his dad to do the same. Inspired by his sons brazenness, he shrugged, and with very little hesitation he peeled his own off too.
It would be a lie to say that they just acted as if both were clothed. Neither could stop themselves from looking at each others bits as they went about preparing for the day ahead. Both were mentally comparing themselves to each other and a little curiosity about each other took root.
