The Greek Lads (part 3)

He did not have to wait longer, and neither did I. I dropped my head and gazed onto his cock for the first time. It lay flat against his body, the tip almost reaching to his belly button, his foreskin was pulled right back, revealing the pink head that glistened in anticipation. The shaft was even, smooth, no veins, just dark, brown flesh that now lay taught and waiting. Below it his balls lay in their hairless sack, not big, but perfectly proportioned to his length. And around all of this were the short, almost shaved hairs that I had felt before. 

I lent forward, drawing in his sweet smell in a deep breath that numbed my pounding heart and calmed my excited breathing. My tongue touched the tip of his cock for the first time and I tasted his salty precum as I probed the slit so very gently. He twitched again and I heard him breathe in sharply. And then my tongue was tracing the rim of his cock head, just flicking it, teasing it, torturing the lad whose hands pressed on my head, trying to push me onto him. I kissed his shaft, felt the springy flesh that covered the solidness beneath, turned my head so that my mouth nibbled down it like it was corn cob until I reached the loose skin beneath. Here I played my lips over the small orbs that rested freely inside. I felt them roll around on my lips before I pushed in under them and they parted across the bridge of my nose. 

And then I was working upwards again, pushing his balls to one side and licking hard at his cock as I went. I reached the top and pressed the tip against him as I forced my tongue around the rim once more. I could hear his head moving from side to side, could hear him try and grunt out words through his rapid, gasping breathing. His hands fell from my head and gripped at the sheets on either side of us and his body stiffened. I took his hips in my hands, bent my head forward and placed my lips around the tip of his cock.

He was wet from my kisses and he slipped in easily, all the way down until my face was buried in the lightness of his pubes and my stubble was brushing against his balls. He gasped a quick snatch of surprise and I pulled him up so that his backside was off the bed and let him thrust in as far as he would go. There was room for more, but he had no more to give. I drew back my head, letting his cock come all the way out until the head was between my lips again. I closed them a little, made my mouth tighter for him so that when he pushed again there was more friction. His smooth hard-on slid against the roof of my mouth as I went down again and this time I rolled him around with my tongue. I held him in there, sucked on him, dug my fingers into his small arse and pulled at his cheeks. His breathing spluttered as again he tried to reach further into me.

I let him out once more, slowly, still sucking, still manipulating his shaft with my mouth, until he was once again resting on the bed. I made him wait.
‘Again, please,’ he begged and I knew then that this was the thing he had been waiting for since he first saw me. ‘Please, don’t stop.’

Something told me that once he had come, once I had sucked his youthful juice from him, he would be spent. I knew that this was my chance to give us both the last of our pleasure. I kept the tip of his cock between my lips as I turned and climbed across his chest so that I was facing his feet. His cock was pulled away from his belly, it slid in harder against the roof of my mouth like this. I held his balls, wrapped my fist around the top of the sack and pulled them down. He was thrusting into my mouth now and was losing himself in the sensations I was allowing him. I felt his hands again, holding my waist, pulling at the hair around my arse that was now over his face. He pulled me down, his eager tongue went straight against my hole and he started eating at me, fast, hard, desperate. As I went down around his cock I pushed back, forcing my hairy crack further around his face, I rolled it around, let him savour the scent of older man as I feasted on his youthful flesh. His hands started to claw for my cock and found it solid, swollen and ready. He tried to wriggle under me, to get my heavy balls into his mouth but they were too big for him. He grabbed for them with his mouth, held my cock in his fist and started stroking it. I buried my face into his balls, his cock pushing deeper into my hot throat. And like this we moved in a rhythm, in harmony. Me pushing back against his face with my hairy arse and him pushing against mine with his smooth cock.

I could hear him gasping for breath as he bit and clawed at me, his hips thrusting uncontrollably as he pushed them up, pulled them down, and tried to fuck my face. And each time he did that I pushed my arse harder against his face making his grip on my cock tighten. I felt him struggle down the bed some more and then felt his mouth around the base of my cock. I lifted myself up with my feet so that he could see the monster he was pulling on. And all the time I worked his shaft, sucking his breath though it, sliding it in and out, up and down, fingering his balls, clawing at his arse, dragging him into me, pushing him out. 

Until his body stiffened, he cried out and my mouth filled with spurt after spurt of his innocent, lad cum. I kept it there, held it in my mouth as he tried to push in deeper, wanting to come again, wanting to carry on. But he was spent, his smooth cock started to turn limp and I let it slip from my mouth. His juice dribbled a little to my chin as I swung myself around and sat astride his chest. His smooth stomach felt slippery against my wet arse hole as I towered over him, my cock standing out solid and ready just like when he’d first seen it.

He grabbed for it, put both hands around the shaft and pulled. Slowly up and down, his face screwed up in concentration and his eyes fixed on the swollen purple head. By balls banged against his chest as he beat on me as if his life depended on it. I tipped forward, my hands either side of his head, and felt the deep down tingling that told me he was going to get a face full of man juice.

And he did. My cock erupted and shot a stream of thick hot cum that splattered onto his lips. He opened his mouth and caught the next load, kept his mouth open to catch the rest. Some landed on his cheek, some across his nose until, after five or six powerful spasms his face was dripping and my balls were empty.

He let go of me and I sat back down on his hips. I could feel his flaccid cock lying helpless and exhausted beneath my buttocks. It dribbled the last if its juice into the hair in my crack as I stared down at him. He opened his mouth, showing me what he had collected there, and then swallowed. I did the same with what I had of his. As if we were sharing some sort of communion we drank together before we strained our bodies to kiss and share the last drops equally between us.

As I said when I first sat down to write up this account, it is now dawn and he has just left. We fell asleep and there were no more dreams of the other Greek lads wandering into my apartment. I woke up during the night and found my new friend still lying beside me, naked, curled up against me with one had across my broad chest. And a little while ago I woke again. He was sliding from the bed as if not to wake me.

‘Are you going?’ I said, and my whisper seemed loud in the silence of the darkest hour.
‘I must go to work.’

He knelt down beside the bed and placed his head on my chest. ‘Can I come back? Maybe tonight?’ His huge round eyes reflected the street lamp outside and were moist.
‘Sure,’ I said and stroked his hair. ‘If you want to.’
‘I want to.’ He sounded almost offended that I’d hinted otherwise. I knew he’d be back. ‘But…’

There was bound to be a ‘but…’ I said nothing, just waited for disappointment.
‘But may I bring someone with me next time?’

I will not count the hours. I will go about my holiday until this evening and wait to see what happens. If he returns, with or without a friend, I will be happy. If I never see him again, I will still be happy because I will have the memory. “Etsi einai i zoi mou,” as they say in Greece. “Such is my life.”

But, if he does return, I will discover his name.