Date: Mon, 24 Dec 2012 09:32:13 +0000
From: Rick Shaver <rick.shaver.uk@gmail.com>
Subject: The Brothers (part 2)

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2 - The Brothers

The next couple of days had the same outline; lots of sun and sex, with
plenty of good food. What Max lacked was companionship. Rolf was happy to
sail and surf with Max, but their intimacy went no further. Even the fact
that Rolf occasionally fucked Max seemed to make no difference. Max did not
repeat the visit to the taverna with Rolf, he contented himself with
staying in the villa and watching TV.

By contrast the Greek brothers seemed to make an effort to talk to Max,
being keen to chat about England and English affairs. Max came to enjoy
these conversations and found the brothers broken but colourful English
rather expressive. They seemed better informed about English current
affairs than Max, but were happy to talk about anything English.

One afternoon, Max left Rolf at the beach and had walked up to his
room. Depositing his shorts, he had walked over to the kitchen to get a
drink, on the way back he encountered Giorgos who asked him if he had put
on sun block. Max admitted that he hadn't, Giorgos told him that with such
smooth, fair skin he needed to be careful, especially with the important
bits. Here he grinned and brushed his hand across Max's cock. Max said that
he'd got some sun block in his room, but Giorgos produced some and
proceeded to apply it to Max's back. He was thorough, applying it to Max's
torso first, then legs and finally to Max's arse. As his large fingers
massaged Max's arse, they explored his crack and finally a finger slipped
its way into Max's hole.

Then Giorgos turned Max round and as he smoothed sun block onto Max's
belly, pubes, cock and balls, Giorgos kept muttering about Max's lovely
smooth skin. Sun block on, Giorgos didn't stop but returned his hand to
Max's arse; Max bent over to allow better access and first one, then two
and finally three fingers were inserted. Max's arse stretched sufficiently,
Giorgos then stood up and started inserting his cock. It was certainly the
biggest that Max had ever taken, as Giorgos thrust it caused Max to gasp
but he told Giorgos to go on. A couple of pauses for breath later and
Giorgos was deep within Max, stretching his arse further than Max had ever
thought possible.

Afterwards Giorgos did something unexpected, he kissed Max. Not a brief
peck of thank-you, but a deep kiss, tongue probing deep into Max's
mouth. Max responded eagerly. Giorgos grinned at Max's surprise and then
added another surprise. He suggested that Max come and see them in their
quarters after dinner. Max checked his meaning but he was quite serious and
explained where they lived and how to get there.

For the rest of the day Max's attention was only half on what was
happening, the rest of him was turning over in his mind what Giorgos had
suggested. Even during the late afternoon, early evening session, his mind
wasn't fully on the sex. Then at the end, Dimitrios mentioned to him about
seeing him that evening. Finally, as Kyriakos left the evening buffet, food
looking marvellous as ever, he had said the same thing to Max.

So if during dinner, Max did not notice that the atmosphere between Rolf
and his parents was a little strained, then Max had very good reasons of
his own. After dinner Rolf disappeared off to the taverna, Georg and Eva
also disappeared to their room, so Max had no excuse. He pulled on a pair
of shorts and left the villa.

The brothers lived in a separate building, screened off by trees, some way
from the villa. Max had never been close to it before, as he approached he
realised that it looked like an incomplete villa, rather than custom built
staff quarters.

There were just three rooms clustered round a concrete-floored
courtyard. The courtyard seemed to be the brothers' main living area, it
was cluttered with mats, mattresses to sit on, newspapers, books, and a
bucket containing beer cooled in water and a radio which was playing Greek
music. There was a huge satellite disc, so Max presumed that one of the
rooms contained a TV. As he approached the three stood up and grinned. To
Max's surprise they were still naked, he had presumed that once free of the
necessities of entertaining the guests, they would revert to being as
modest as most of their countrymen.

Within a short time, Max had had his shorts removed, been given a beer and
was being taken on a tour of the rooms. One seemed to be given over
entirely to a store room, clothes, and possessions were arranged in neat
piles, the next was a bedroom with three mattresses on the floor and a pile
of bedding, the third was a sort of kitchen. Max's overall impression was
that they lived simply and rather austerely, but they seemed happy and
immensely proud of their home. In fact, all three were delighted that Max
was there and as they showed him round, there was much by play and joshing
between the brothers, particularly Dimitrios and Kyriakos.

When they returned to the courtyard, this developed into a full scale
tussle between all three. Max was familiar with such things from visiting
his cousins, but whereas his cousins always made him feel left out, the
Greek brothers made sure he was included. So that Max was engulfed in a
mass of naked limbs, arses and bodies. At some point, whatever rules the
brothers went by dictated that Giorgos had lost. His punishment was that
the three others, Dimitrios, Kyriakos and Max, all fucked Giorgos. Giorgos
seemed unphased to be in such a position, quite the reverse, even though
Max had never seen him being fucked at the villa and had received the
distinct impression that he never did.

But Max simply didn't worry too much, he allowed himself to be carried
along by the brothers' enthusiasm. What, of course, he noticed too was that
they seemed to be perfectly comfortable having sex together. Max went
first, rather nervously fucking Giorgos but he simply grinned and urged Max
on more, finally kissing him. This was when Max discovered quite how
competitive the brothers were, if one did something they all had to do
it/have it. So things became confused as each sought to fuck, to kiss and
to enjoy.

With Dimitrios busy fucking his elder brother and Kyriakos kissing
Dimitrios, Max felt he was free to explore other areas. He moved over and
managed to insert his face against Giorgos's arse, getting the hairy crack
pressed against his face. He pushed his tongue deep and relished Giorgos's
particular smells and taste.  Things ended, of course, with Max servicing
all three arses, and he certainly didn't object to that.

Afterwards there was more beer and some neat little parcels to eat. But
there was still sex, the brothers constantly larked about and played with
each other, and Max found it easy to join in. He became a little daring and
initiated contact with the others. By the end of the evening, Max had fully
been initiated into the brothers' ring, but however much he enjoyed
Dimitrios and Kyriakos, it was Giorgos who Max found most attractive.

Just before he left, there was an invitation for him to stay with them but
Max demurred, not wishing to risk annoying Eva and Georg too far. This was
when he discovered that the brothers also slept together, not in three beds
or mattresses but in a single heap. There would be plenty of room for him
to join them and he would be very welcome. All three turned to him and
smiled, but as he demurred again Kyriakos came up with an idea. In a couple
of days time, all three Germans were going to a party being given in
another villa, owned by one of Georg's business associates. Quite how he
knew everything, Max wasn't clear but he agreed that it would be a suitable
time.

When he finally went to be that evening, he found it difficult to sleep.
Images of the brothers kept whirring around in his head, along with an
anxiety about what Georg, Eva and Rolf would think if he spent the night in
the staff quarters. But there was no question that he would, his heart and
his cock were both firmly in agreement on the matter.