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Date: Mon, 19 Jun 1995 05:58:14 UTC
Subject: Greek Boy (M/older b)
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z         Another erotic story extracted from the vast library of
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z                ...   /\/\   e   r   c   u   r   y   ...
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z       I'm Very Hot...Always Behind Venus...And In Constant Motion !
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z    Notes :
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z    1.  I did not write this story and do not know who did.
z    2.  Are you a biW/A m/f 18-24 looking for friends? Hmm? Write.
z    3.  VOTE in the next election and run the Un-Christian Coalition out!
z    4.  ENJOY life while you can, because you're going to DIE!
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.                         The Greek Boy
.                         by Larry Long


.    At some point, Gary supposed, he must have realized that he
had no money at all.  It had crept up on him, slowly.  When he
reached for his wallet to pay his bill in the diner, he knew, in
the back of his head, that there wasn't anything there, but he
had been hiding from it.  Now there wasn't any way.

.    The cashier looked at him as he fished around looking for a
hidden $50, a stashed $20, anything.  But he had used them long
ago.

.    "So?", the cashier asked him.

.    "I don't have any money at all," Gary answered.  It was an
upscale Greek New York diner, half restaurant, half greasy-spoon
joint.

.    "You're gonna have to talk with the owner then." said the
cashier, and pressed a buzzer button on the side of the register.

.    Within a couple of minutes, a young man, a boy really,
appeared.

.    "Yup?", he asked.

.    "This guy says he don't have no money." the cashier told
him.  "I buzzed for Tony cause he can't pay.  Where is Tony
anyway?"

.    "He isn't here," the boy replied.  "He had to go out to make
a pickup.  He'll be back in a couple of hours."

.    "You gonna have to wait here, then." the cashier told Gary. 
"If you don't wait, I gotta call the cops.  If you wait, you can
work it out with Tony."

.    "I'll wait," Gary told him.  "I don't have anywhere to go
anyway."

.    "Come with me," the young boy told him.  "You can wait in
the back in my room."

.    Gary followed the young man through the restaurant and into
the back hall.  They went up a flight of stairs to the second
story, and into an apartment over the restaurant, with a window
facing onto the street right over the entrance to the diner.  The
room was simple, furnished with a day-bed not made up from the
night before, a dresser, a tv set on the dresser, and a table and
couple of chairs.

.    "Hey, you can sit here," the boy said, pointing to the
chairs and table.  "I'm Louie, by the way," he went on, "I live
up here.  I am the owner, Tony's, nephew.  I was sent over from
Greece to go to school."

.    Gary looked the boy over.  He looked to be about 16 and was
so beautiful that Gary had to look out the window to keep himself
from staring.  He had a dark, olive complexion with even darker
hair and eyes.  Deep black eyelashes, long and sensuous, graced
his two slightly almond-shaped pupils.  His hair was jet black
and a little on the long side, combed beautifully back over his
head.  His forehead was perfectly clear, his skin beautiful.  No
facial hair marred the smoothness of the skin.  His nose was
large, but beautifully shaped.

.    "I wonder if there is truth to the old wives' tale that the
size of the nose is proportional to the size of the dick," Gary
wondered to himself.

.    Louie was dressed in a loose white shirt, like a wedding
shirt, and tight fitting jeans that showed both a sizable bulge
in the front and hugged a tight round melon shaped ass in the
back.  He was wearing sandals.  It was a hot summer afternoon.

.    "How do you like it over here?" Gary asked him.  He sat down
at the table to hide the growing bulge of the boner in the front
of his loose fitting slacks.

.    "Oh, I really like it," Louie answered.  "People are a lot
more free here.  You can be anything you want.  I can fit in much
better here than in Greece."

.    "Why, what makes you not fit in Greece?" Gary asked.

.    "Oh, I don't know.  Kids are different in Greece.  They made
a lot of fun of me," Louie told him.

.    "Fun of you, why?" Gary asked.

.    "Well, they wanted to do things to me, you know..." Louie's
voice trailed off.

.    Gary noticed that his bulge in front of his jeans was
growing.

.    "What kind of things?" he asked.

.    "Sex things" the boy replied.

.    "What kind of sex things?"

.    "Do you know what 'Greek' means in sex?" Louie asked him.

.    Gary certainly knew.  He had begun his sexual activity when
he was 6, when a neighbor boy, aged 9, had initiated him into
being fucked in the asshole.  The 9 year old neighbor's penis
wasn't too large, and, even hard, it didn't cause Gary any pain
after the first three or four times they had fucked.  Since then,
Gary had rarely gone a day without having a prick up his asshole
for a good part of the night.  (The rest of the night he had his
penis up the other's butt-hole.)

.    "Yeah, I know what it means!" he replied to the boy.  "I
know what it means really well!"

.    "Well," Louie told him, "there were these boys who were all
the time wanting to 'Greek' me.  It made it very hard for me, and
I like it a lot more here.  Here I don't have to worry about
being raped in school all the time."

.    "Why did they want to 'Greek' you all the time?" Gary asked
him.

.    "Well," Louie told him, "that's why they call it 'Greek'. 
It happens all the time over there.  I guess they thought that I
was cute or something."  Louie blushed at this observation. 
"They said I had a beautiful ass that just was perfect for
fucking.  I hope you don't mind me saying all this, but I find
that most Americans are open about this stuff."

.    "But you didn't let them do it to you?" Gary asked him.

.    "Hell no," Louie answered.

.    "I guess you got really mad, them wanting to do that to you
then," Gary continued.

.    "No, I didn't.  I just wasn't in love with them, didn't like
them very much.  They were rough boys, from a poor part of the
city, and they were mean.  They didn't want to make me feel good,
just to use me."  Louie looked at Gary and stared into his eyes. 
"I would want to do it with the right boy, with someone who was
kind."

.    Gary was on the verge of embarrassing himself.  His own
bulge was growing considerably, and you could see under his loose
pants that he was getting hard.  The bulge in front of Louie's
jeans was already huge.  Gary was getting a pants' tent.

.    Louie looked down the front of Gary's body and stared at his
growing boner.  "I would really like to do that now.  I left
Greece two years ago to get away, but since that time I have
wondered a lot what it would have felt like.  Does that seem
weird to you?"

.    Gary shook his head, "No, it doesn't.  It is terrible to
wonder all the time what things 'would have been like' and not to
have done them."

.    Louie was standing only a foot or so away from him.  He
reached out a very muscular hand and forearm and his palm made
contact with Gary's boner, Louie stroking it in the fabric of
Gary's pants.  He pulled Gary to him by the dick, and, when their
mouths and lips were only about an inch apart, he opened his lips
slightly and pressed them against Gary's mouth.  Gary opened his
lips, and Louie put his tongue into Gary's waiting mouth, kissing
him fiercely.

.    Gary reached behind the Greek boy and started to rub the
smooth melon-like roundness of his ass.  He could feel the
trembling of the muscles under Louie's skin.  The boy was very
well built, in every department.  His body was muscular, his ass
smooth and firm, and, with the two of them now pressed together,
Gary could tell that the size of his nose did, indeed, predict a
wonderfully sized boner.

.    Louie pushed Gary back away from him and quickly stripped
off his shirt and his jeans, slipping out of his sandals.  He
wore no underwear, and so he was naked.  The massive boner that
his jeans had hidden popped free, and Gary's breath was taken
away for a moment by the sight of it all.

.    The boy's body was perfectly smooth, without a hair on it
anywhere except around the base of his dick and in his armpits. 
His chest, legs, arms and ass-cheeks were completely smooth, like
a baby's skin.  His balls were perfectly formed in their sack,
and hung low, swinging in the soft warm summer air that blew in
from the open window.  His dick, which was uncircumcised, stood
at a half-hard attention, curving gently out from his body but
not in full erection yet.  It was beautifully formed, with a head
that was the same diameter as the shaft which was full and
sausage shaped.

.    His ass-cheeks were perfectly round, smooth and clean,
without a blemish.  They were almost a pure white.  They were
firm, and the crack of his ass was a line which was buried about
an inch within the form of his buns.  They made a perfect join to
his muscular thighs, which were smooth and round.  His belly was
also slightly rounded, not fat but with the smooth underlayer of
flesh that characterized classical Greek statues of boys.  His
chest was smooth, and the pectorals clearly defined.  The aureole
of his nipples was large but of light color, and his nipples
themselves were standing at an erected attention.

.    Gary stood there for a moment and just stared.  It was as if
a statue from a museum had come to life and walked into his
vision.  There was a perfection to the boy's body which was so
erotic that he was afraid that he might cream his pants before he
had a chance to do anything else.

.    Louie looked at him questioningly.  "Aren't you going to
undress too?" he asked him.

.    Gary slipped off his shirt and his sneakers.  He hadn't been
wearing any socks, and that left only his loose fitting pants. 
He opened the buttons on the waist, and the pants slid down, the
fly opening around his now completely hard penis.  He stepped out
of the pants, kicking them aside.  He faced the boy with his own
boner pointing directly at the Greek's perfect dick.

.    Louie reached out and tentatively took the naked prick-flesh
in his hand.  His hand was as perfect as the rest of him, smooth,
clean, muscular, and warm to the touch.  Gary's prick felt better
than it usually did even if being sucked, and this was only the
boy's hand!

.    Louie pulled the American youth towards him by the dick. 
Their pubic hair touched just as their lips joined.  Louie opened
his mouth again, letting Gary's tongue enter him.  They pressed
their groins together, and the Greek boy's dick began to swell to
full erection.  As it rose it pressed up against Gary's own dick,
which was already fully hard.  They wrapped their arms around
each other and pulled their bodies together, their chests and
dicks and legs pressing hard as they kissed.

.    When they paused and separated an inch in this embrace, Gary
asked the young god - "Did you ever do this before?"

.    "No," Louie replied.  "I have dreamed about it.  When I saw
you, I just knew that you were the one to open me up, to take it
all for the first time.  Do you believe in that kind of
intuition?  I do.  I just knew, even before you came in, that it
would be today."

.    Gary could only nod his acknowledgment.  He began to drop to
his knees, licking and kissing the smooth skin of the Greek boy
as he sank down.  He licked the skin of Louie's neck, tasting the
salty sweat that was there on this hot summer day.  He licked the
skin of his chest, around the perfect nipples which he sucked and
bit upon gently, increasing the heat of the Greek boy's arousal. 
He moved his head over to the smell of the boy's sweat under his
armpits, where there was a soft wash of hair.  The slightly acrid
smell of the sweat under the Greek boy's armpit was decidedly
erotic.

.    Gary moved his face all across the front of the boy's chest,
licking first under his right armpit, and then under his left. 
The boy lifted his arms up, crossing them on top of his head,
letting Gary get into his armpits with no barrier.  He giggled.

.    "That tickles a little," he said, "but don't stop."

.    Gary moved his face all over the boy's chest.  The smell of
his armpit sweat was turning him on.  The taste of it was almost
sweet, almost bitter.  The boy had a mixed smell, half that of a
pre-pubescent boy who doesn't have body odor yet, and half that
of a young man whose sweat smells like acrid musk.  The taste was
also a mixture of sweet and bitter, with a salty aftertaste that
was highly sexual.

.    Having licked the armpits clean, he continued down, nuzzling
and kissing the boy's belly and belly-button, pausing to tongue
the belly-button for quite some time.  Louie giggled again, in
pleasure, and dropped his arms, his finely muscled hands coming
to rest on the top of Gary's head.  The boy twined his fingers
into Gary's hair, and gently held the head against his body as
Gary, encouraged, continued downward, licking the fine pubic hair
which also smelled of musky sweat.

.    He licked and kissed the base of the boy's dick, which was
now about 85% hard, and starting to stand straight out, although
it still had a tantalizing softness to it which as much as said
"lick me, get me hard".

.    He continued down, passing by the temptation to begin the
sucking motion that the dick invited, to the boy's balls, and,
now, kneeling down all the way on his knees, he moved his head up
under the boy's crotch and took the two perfect balls in their
hairless sack into his mouth, cradling them there in the moist
warmth of his lips and cheeks for a few minutes.  The boy spread
his legs to let Gary's face come up all the way into his crotch. 
Gary could smell the musk of his groin, and the tantalizing odor
of the boy's virgin asshole.

.    Slowly he slid the balls out of his mouth, and pressed his
face back, through the open legs, and started to lick up the
inviting crack that lay an inch behind the perfect mellon buns of 
this Greek boy.  He licked the crack, only a fraction of his
tongue inserted into it, then back and deeper, and increasing the
depth of his licking, he licked up and down the crack a dozen
times, slowly moving his tongue deeper until it touched the boy's
virgin clean asshole.  The taste of the asshole was overpowering.

.    The smell which engulfed Gary was clean, sweet, and more
than pleasant.  The boy's asshole, like the rest of him, was a
mixture of boy and man.  The taste was sweet, and, as Gary
inserted his tongue deeper and deeper, the taste become more and
more honey-like.  Gary reached up and put his hands on the boy's
waist, which, while smooth and muscular, had two firm "love-
handles" which he gripped, and pulling himself under the boy's
spread legs, he pressed his face into the boy's ass-cheeks and
began a relentless tongue-fucking of the hole.

.    Louie began to move his hips in rhythm to the tongue-ing of
his hole, and, since he could no longer put his hands on the top
of Gary's head, which was now buried behind him in his behind, he
put them instead on his now completely hard pole and began to
jack off.  Gary could taste the difference in the boy's asshole,
and, as he continued to tongue and the boy continued to stroke,
he could taste the precum juices start to flow, as if they
actually filled the boy's ass.  Suddenly the boy began to grind
his hips furiously.

.    Gary could feel the orgasm coming.  The boy's asshole began
to convulse and squeeze down on his tongue, and the boy began to
fuck Gary's face and lips with his butt.  His stroking on his rod
became faster and faster and his breath began to shriek from his
lips in rapid panting.  Wave after wave of hot gushing cream came
pouring from his penis, falling all over Gary's body which was on
the floor in front of him, Gary having pressed his face from the
front between the Greek boy's legs.  The hot cream spurted down
onto Gary's own dick, which began to jizz itself, without Gary
even touching it, shooting spurting cream up which rose high
enough to hit the Greek boy's spurting dick above it.  At the
same time Gary tasted the cream in the boy's asshole.

.    Slowly the spurting subsided.  Gary slid himself between the
boy's legs to the front of his body again, and took the still
dripping, still firm but not entirely hard Greek boy's penis in
his lips and sucked and licked it clean.  The smell of their
mingled jizz rose up into his nostrils.

.    "I want to feel the other thing, the 'Greek' thing, also."
Louie said.  Then he looked down.  "I'm sorry," he added.  "I
don't mean to be rude.  That was wonderful.  Thank you.  Thank
you.  I guess to ask for more is rude."

.    "What??", Gary began to laugh.  "Rude?  Rude to ask for
more?  I would want to make love with you a hundred times if you
would let me."

.    Gary was done cleaning the boy's dick.  He placed his mouth
down on one of Louie's perfect feet, and began to lick the
instep.  He licking and kissed it.  Louie lifted his head. 
"Let's lie down on the bed," he said to the American boy.

.    The room was small.  Louie took one step back and lay down
on the day bed, pushing the unmade linens to the floor.  He
pulled the American boy to him.

.    Gary moved to the bed and lay down on it, his face pointed
to the Greek boy's feet.  He began to lick the sole of Louie's
right foot.  He took the toes of the foot into his mouth and
began to suck on them one at a time.  As he did so, Louie took
Gary's cum-covered dick in his hand, and then, pausing only for a
minute, he pulled Gary's crotch towards his face and began to
suck on Gary's dick.

.    Moaning with pleasure, Gary picked up his pace, and, licking
with long motions, he licked up the Greek boy's legs and to his
ball sack once again.  He took Louie's now hard-again dick in his
mouth and began to suck on him with a fever.

.    Both boys seemed to enjoy this 69'ing and continued it with
great abandon.  Their young pricks came fully hard again quickly,
and within a few minutes, they spurted a load of warm sweet cum
into each other's mouths.  Without stopping for a second at this,
Gary moved his mouth, now filled with Louie's warm jizm, between
the boys legs and up into his buns again, and began to blow the
Greek boy's own jizm up into Louie's waiting virgin asshole. 
Louie kept up his soft sucking motion on Gary's dick, making it
hard again almost instantly.

.    In a single fluid motion, Gary spun around and pressed his
cum-filled mouth against Louie's and gave the Greek boy a taste
of his own cum.  At the same time Louie lifted up his legs and
wrapped them around Gary's chest, positioning his asshole
perfectly for the single thrust which Gary used to press his
spit-and-cum-slicked pole up all the way into the Greek's virgin
asshole.

.    With a gasp Louie began to tongue the American boy's mouth,
licking greedily at his own jizz, while Gary began to fuck the
Greek's asshole faster and faster.  They were both young and hot. 
The taste of the mingling jizz, the smell of cum, sweat,
assholes, was too much.  It was a perfume which fueled their
passion.

.    Gary pumped faster and faster.  He drove his dick deeper and
deeper into the other boy's hole.  Louie started to rotate his
hips, fucking Gary back.  Faster.  Deeper.  They pressed
together, the smell of the cream which they had shared turning
them on, cementing their bodies together.  Louie's hard dick was
pressed against Gary's blush of pubic hair which formed a thin
line up to his belly.  As he fucked Gary's dick with his buns,
his own dick slid back and forth against the American's smooth
stomach.

.    Gary ploughed deeper and deeper, pressing his lips against
the Greek boy's mouth, and they kissed.  Gary plunged his body up
against the Greek boy, and held himself tense and still, the
hardness of his dick all the way into the virgin asshole, the
throb of the Greek boy's dick against his firm stomach like the
flutter of the wings of a butterfly just out of the cocoon.

.    Suddenly, they both came.  In spite of the fact that they
had cum twice already on that hot afternoon, they came with such
violence and abandon that they screamed into each other's mouths,
each catching the sound of the other so that no one else would
hear. 

.    Wave after wave of hot cum filled the Greek boy's asshole, a
virgin asshole no longer.  Spurt after spurt of hot cream spurted
onto Gary's middle from Louie's pulsing dick, cementing their
bodies together and making a warm squishy sound and feeling.

.    They collapsed against each other.  They looked into each
other's eyes.

.    "You don't have to see Tony.  That's plenty to pay for your
lunch," Louie said to him.  "I'm satisfied."

.    "Can I eat here again?" Gary asked him, nibbling his
earlobe.

.    "Anytime, anytime."  Louie stroked his hair.  "You can eat,
sleep, stay... anytime."

.    A warm summer breeze blew in the open window.  The sounds of
the traffic outside became audible again.  The pile of bed sheets
and discarded clothing were mingled on the floor.  The two boys
nestled in each other's arms.  The sound of music from the
restaurant below came softly up to them.

.    "You don't have to go," the Greek boy said.

.    "I know, I know," Gary answered him.

.    And, so, he didn't.  He might be still there, today.

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