Alex, my son rang me. The two friends that they'd been going on holiday with had let them down, was I interested in coming along. Alex and his mateTony had rented a flat in the south of France, evidently it slept 4 and was too expensive for them to use alone.
Alex was just finishing his last year at University and this holiday was meant to have been the final celebration after exams, before starting work. I told him that he didn't want his father along, but Alex insisted it would be cool. After all, I could go off and do my own thing.
So, a little dubiously, I agreed. I also paid for Alex and Tony's flights from the UK, there was no way that I was travelling by bus. It was proving to be an expensive 2 weeks, I hoped it was worth it.
We got to the flat in the evening, so there was no time to go to the beach that day. It was in a modern block, not far from the main beach. The flat itself was OK, your usual holiday accommodation. There were 2 rooms, a bedroom and a living room with balcony and sofa bed. This latter was a surprise as Alex had insisted the flat had 2 proper beds. Someone was going to have to rough it, and I didn't think it was going to be me.
I'd probably better explain that Alex and Tony are both gay, but not a couple. They'd shared a flat whilst at University and were relaxed enough to share a bed. For all I knew, they shared partners as well. Alex and I didn't really talk much about his sex life, or mine for that matter. Though he knew that I was bi and that since parting from his mother, I'd had male lovers. We'd just never really found a way to talk about sex and sexual partners, so it was all done on guess work; goodness knows that Alex assumed about my rather limited sex life.
Alex was just finishing his last year at University and this holiday was meant to have been the final celebration after exams, before starting work. I told him that he didn't want his father along, but Alex insisted it would be cool. After all, I could go off and do my own thing.
So, a little dubiously, I agreed. I also paid for Alex and Tony's flights from the UK, there was no way that I was travelling by bus. It was proving to be an expensive 2 weeks, I hoped it was worth it.
We got to the flat in the evening, so there was no time to go to the beach that day. It was in a modern block, not far from the main beach. The flat itself was OK, your usual holiday accommodation. There were 2 rooms, a bedroom and a living room with balcony and sofa bed. This latter was a surprise as Alex had insisted the flat had 2 proper beds. Someone was going to have to rough it, and I didn't think it was going to be me.
I'd probably better explain that Alex and Tony are both gay, but not a couple. They'd shared a flat whilst at University and were relaxed enough to share a bed. For all I knew, they shared partners as well. Alex and I didn't really talk much about his sex life, or mine for that matter. Though he knew that I was bi and that since parting from his mother, I'd had male lovers. We'd just never really found a way to talk about sex and sexual partners, so it was all done on guess work; goodness knows that Alex assumed about my rather limited sex life.