Date: Thu, 6 Jul 2000 17:54:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: Orrin Rush <orrinrush@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Lifeguard
Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. If you are offended
by graphic descriptions of homosexual acts, go somewhere else.
Copyright c 2000 by Orrin C. Rush. All rights reserved.
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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance of the characters to
anyone living or dead is pure coincidence and not intended. They are
all products of the author's imagination.
THE LIFEGUARD
Chapter 21
We agreed that there would be no more "breaking in" rituals. After
the previous night's experience, anything further couldn't possibly
measure up. Eric promised to dream up something new. I could hardly
wait.
Over breakfast, we got down to business. Eric's meeting the day
before had opened the door, but the owners weren't too eager. Both
he and the guys in New York felt that the issue here was money.
Their strategy was for Eric to open the door, give them an
opportunity to think about it overnight, then go back and assess the
situation. They expected the "victims" to throw out what they
considered an outrageous offer, maybe 20% over current market value.
Eric could then "blow their sox off" by offering even a bit more.
Micron was willing to go as high as 50% over market.
Micron didn't want to start a bidding war like the RJR-Nabisco
debacle, and felt that by giving their best shot up front would
pretty much close the bidding.
Eric was confident that this would work, bolstered with agreements to
autonomous operation and a major injection of working capital.
His "enthusiasm injection" hadn't worn off, and he was rarin' to go.
I wandered around for a while, then went back to the room to look at
some of the work I'd brought along. Eric was finished soon after
lunch, so I packed us up and met him at Stapleton.
He had a smug, satisfied look on his face when he got aboard.
"Almost exactly what we figured," he said. "They rounded off to $100
a share which was 22% over market. I countered with $106.50 which is
30% over and they caved. They're taking our offer to their Board
next week. All I have to do is get Austin tied up before they make
any announcements."
"Wanna detour through Texas on the way home?" I kidded him. "Better
hit 'em while you're hot!"
"I'm not THAT ready," he shot back. "I need to do a little more
homework."
As soon as appointments could be set, he was off to Texas. He
expected to be gone for three days, but was home the next day,
looking like hell.
"What happened," I asked, looking him over.
"I struck out big time," he said. "Totally and completely, and got
insulted in the process."
"Wanna talk about it?"
"Not really, but what the hell. They started out very cordial, asked
why I was there and all that. When I explained that I represented
Micron, and that we were interested in a possible merger, they turned
into assholes.
"First, they told me that they'd never ever consider getting together
with a 'schlock outfit' like Micron - at any price! Then they said
that it was insulting that Micron had sent a 'two-bit hotshot' like
me to talk to them."
"Was that it?" I asked.
"No. Before they asked me to leave, they piled it on. One of them
asked me 'who I thought I was', what made me think that I had the
credentials to come barging in on them, and that being 'shacked up'
with you didn't qualify me to play in the big leagues."
"That was rather unnecessary," I said, "but what can you expect from
a bunch of rednecks."
"I didn't expect THAT! I know I sound indignant, but really it's my
ego that got bruised," he said smiling shyly.
"Come over here," I told him. "Let me kiss it and make it better."
That got him laughing. He snuggled up, nevertheless.
"What am I going to tell the guys in New York?"
"The truth, but I'd leave out the nasty comments. No point in making
a big deal out of it," I told him. "It just proves that you're human
like the rest of us."
"You're right, of course. Maybe I was flying a little high, taking
myself too seriously, thinking I was invincible."
I didn't comment on that. He'd have to work that out by himself.
He was still moody when we went to bed. I decided to distract him,
and put our home video into the VCR and got out the stopwatch.
"We're gonna have to watch this twice, you know," Eric said,
grinning. "Once to time you, and once to time me."
"I've been wondering how you managed," I said. "If I'd known you had
a camera running I think I'd have had stagefright."
"I was afraid of that, but as soon as we got 'into' it, I completely
forgot about it."
We propped ourselves up to watch. Shoulder to shoulder, my arm
around him.
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Eric was amazed that the Micron guys weren't upset over his failure. humor.
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"I actually think the experience was good for me," he told me later. were cord
"I was getting too damned cocky." had to of
I just smiled. My love was getting a dose of reality. When he r
beginning
Eric made another trip to New York to coordinate the announcement of
the other 4 mergers. As required, the stockholders of each of the Of the fo
companies was sent a prospectus and request to approve the merger. Directors
approval.
The news made all the papers, front page of the Business Section. stock.
Nowhere was his name mentioned, as he'd requested.
The only
At one of the parties he'd attended with Sarah, he'd met a History would be
Professor from Columbia, who he knew was a "kindred spirit", and
whom he wanted to invite on our upcoming cruise. I heartily agreed
and suggested that he also invite the professor's partner, if he had
one.
Eric spent more time in New York than I thought necessary, but I
didn't say anything. He kept delaying his return, using "loose ends"
as his excuse.
Dan was making all the arrangements for the cruise. He and his new
partner would be going along too. He'd chartered a 120 foot yacht
with four "master suites", and a crew of 10 who were gay friendly.
That meant that there'd be room for four couples. We were three so
far, with the professor and his boyfriend.
When Eric finally got home, we decided on one of his lifeguard
buddies and his boyfriend to fill out our guest list.
Dan and I spent a lot of time planning. The idea was to have a
two-week "get away from everything" vacation. The itinerary was
flexible. If we found someplace we really liked, we could spend an
extra day. Nothing would be "structured", we could do what we wanted
when we wanted.
We wouldn't have to take a lot with us, only clothes and lots of film.
Not a lot of clothes, either. Shorts, swimsuits, and something a
little more formal for dinner, but no coats. It would be too warm to
be that formal.
Even though we now had four pilots, it was decided that we'd fly
commercial. The small jet was fine for shorter trips but would be
rather cramped on such a long one. The first-class cabins on trans-
Atlantic flights were much roomier. The six of us from the West
coast would fly from LA to Paris, then on to Athens. The two from
New York would fly directly to Athens and meet us there.
Eric got really excited about the trip. With my emphatic approval,
he did whatever shopping was needed. We didn't really need much, but
virtually every night he came home with something new. All 100%
cotton. He'd learned on the Caribbean cruise that the combination of
heat, humidity and synthetic fabrics, made you end up smelling like
the bottom of a garbage can.
Bill and Sandy threw a Bon Voyage party for all of us-Dan and Ted,
Jack and Wayne, Eric and me.
Our sendoff at the airport was another crowd scene.
Finally, we got aboard the big jet and our adventure was underway.
The polar flight to Paris was 14 hours. We ate, slept, drank, ate
some more, drank some more, and finally arrived at Orly. Thankfully,
the connecting flight to Athens was a lot shorter.
Along the way, I had an opportunity to get better acquainted with
Wayne. Like Jack, he was in his early 20's, and also, like Jack, a
stunning specimen. Since Eric's accident, and all the "coming out"
that had followed, Eric and Jack had become good friends. Wayne was
a welcome addition.
Taxis were waiting, and we went directly to Piraeus and the yacht.
Sandwiched between huge cruise ships, it was still impressive. Long,
sleek, a brilliant white sparkling in the bright sunlight.
The captain, a distinguished looking man about my age, greeted us. A
steward led us to our staterooms where Eric and I dropped our
carry-ons, then went back on deck.
The Captain took us on a quick tour, ending up on the Bridge. From
there, we saw another taxi pulling up to the pier. It was Ian and
George from New York. We went back down to meet them.
Ian looked to be about 40, and definitely did not look like a
stereotypical academic.
After introductions, Ian commented "So you're the guy that Eric never
stops talking about. It's a real pleasure to finally meet you."
George looked like a student, maybe 19 or 20, tall, kind of thin, and
didn't have much to say. Ian spoke for him "George is a little shy
at first, but look out!"
The other four had come on deck and introductions were made.
Soon, we heard the engines come to life, and felt the ship pulling
away from the pier. It had a bow thruster and was moving sideways
from the anchorage.
We all lined the rail, Eric's arm around me. We all stayed there
until we'd cleared the harbor and headed for the open sea. The
Captain joined us and announced that we'd have Lifeboat drill on deck
in an hour, and to bring the life vests from our cabins.
The lifeboat drill was informal, and the Captain made it interesting
and funny. Following that formality, he announced that he'd like to
tell us what to expect on the trip.
He looked directly at me. "You may be paying for this, Mr. Rush, but
when you're on board, I'm the boss. What I say goes. I want
everyone to clearly understand that.
"My job is to see that you have an unforgettable trip, and the crew
and I will do everything possible to make that happen. I understand
that you're all gay men. The entire crew and I are either bisexual
or gay, too, so none of you need to be the least bit inhibited.
"Now, go ahead and enjoy yourselves. Dinner is at 8:00."
Eric and I went back to our cabin to unpack. It had already been
done for us, so we put on shorts and went back up on deck. Dan and
Ted were stretched out, sipping drinks and holding hands. We joined
them. Ted, quiet as usual, didn't have much to say, but Dan, Eric
and I got into a discussion on Jet Lag. Dan and I reacted similarly
to crossing a lot of time zones. Going East, there was no noticeable
effect, but when we went back West, we were zombies for a couple of
weeks. Since this was Eric's first trip, he had yet to learn how his
body would react.
In the shower together with soap as a lubricant, things heated up
fast. Hell, it'd been more than 36 hours since we'd made love!
"Not now," Eric said. "I want to blow you on deck later tonight."
I didn't disagree with that!
"Have you checked out the crew?" he asked.
"Of course."
"Nice, huh?"
"I don't think they were chosen for their seafaring talents alone," I
observed dryly.
"From what the Captain said, they're all available, too."
"Fun to look at, but I've got all I can handle right here," I said
and gave him a playful grope.
If dinner was any indication of the way we were going to be fed for
the next two weeks, we'd all need to go on diets when we got home.
Our first port would be Milos the following morning. Ian gave us a
short but complete history of the island and a quick rundown on the
significant spots to see. After that, he regaled us with stories of
the more salacious activities that had taken place over the
centuries. The sexual escapades of the Romans and the Greeks who had
occupied the island at one time or another were fascinating, and a
bit tittilating. I don't think there was a soft dick in the room.
The party broke up early, everyone complaining of exhaustion. Eric
and I talked for about an hour, then, after a few preliminaties,
headed up to the deck.
The deck was dark, so we settled and gazed at the stars. It was
tremendously romantic and we took our time, kissing and fondling.
Our clothes came off, and Eric was poised to take me into his mouth
when we heard a giggle.
"Don't mind us," Jack giggled. "We had the same idea."
Eric turned and I looked over. About 10 feet away, Jack was sprawled
out with his dick buried in Wayne's mouth.
Eric looked back at me questioningly. I shrugged my shoulders and he
dived in.
Eric's action on me made me soon forget that we had company. He
brought me to the edge several times before he allowed me to slip
over. I tried to be quiet, but that's not something I'm very good at.
We traded positions and I had my fun. Eric isn't exactly the silent
type either, so I guess we put on quite a show. We got up, dressed,
and silently departed.
We were docked at Milos when we woke up.
We took taxis to the village of Klima and toured the Christian
catacombs, the most important outside Rome. From there to the
Museum, then we wandered around for a few hours taking in the
character of the capitol.
Returning to the ship, we took off again. After lunch we dropped
anchor off Apollonia, and Zodiacs were lowered into the water so we
could explore the caves. On the way back, most of us jumped out and
swam to the ship, our first dip in the Aegean.
The water was wonderful. Clear and warm, and none of us wanted to
get out, but the steward who was standing ready to help us aboard
warned that we needed to move on.
Ian's discourse on Crete, our next stop was longer. There was a lot
more history and mythology involved. Crete had always fascinated me,
and Ian's stories brought back all I'd read. I really liked the way
he presented it, hitting the interesting points, and not getting
bogged down in a lot of boring details. Eric had made a great choice.
The group was a lot livelier, having gotten acclimated in a hurry.
We talked and joked, and generally had a good time.
Around midnight, Jack got everyone's attention by asking who was
going to join him and Wayne for a starlight suckfest.
There was a moment's silence, then I saw Ian grinning at George.
"Sounds like fun," he said. "Count us in."
Dan was bright red. "I don't know," he said.
"Hell, Dave and Eric joined us last night," Wayne said. "Man, did
they EVER put on a show!"
Eric and I just smiled while everyone else laughed.
"Hell yes, we'll be there too," quiet Ted almost yelled. Dan groaned.
"You guys coming?" Jack said to Eric and me. "OOps, that was rather
redundant!"
"Why not," I said, and Eric giggled.
"I'll bring the lube," George volunteered, "and see if one of the
Stewards will serve drinks."
"Find a cute one," Dan said.
"They're ALL cute," George answered.
The party was on. Everyone went back to their rooms to get ready.
"I'm not sure about this," Eric said while changing into shorts.
"We've seen this sort of thing in New York," I told him. "Ron and
Jason and quite a few others going at it. Hell, you even gave me a
quickie."
"But these guys are our friends..."
"Relax, nobody else is going to touch you, and nobody is going to
touch me. If the other guys want to mix it up, that's their
business. No harm in watching."
"It is kind of exciting," he said.
"See," I said, pointing at Eric's dick which was almost fully hard,
"one very significant part of you is ready. Let's go."
The deck was different when we got there. All the lounges had been
shoved out of the way and the pads taken off of them and spread all
over the deck.
We were the last to arrive, and the rest obviously hadn't waited for
us. The moon seemed to be brighter, and you could see everything
that was going on. Dan and Ted were in a 69 position, leisurely
sucking each other, Jack was on top of Wayne, rubbing slowly and
kissing him ardently, and Ian was between George's legs sucking up and
down on his huge cock.
Eric has a long dick, but George's had to be a couple of inches
longer and was enormously thick, a size queen's dream. Too damned big
for me to be interested in, but Ian sure seemed to be enjoying it.
The couples were spread out, separated, and Eric and I found a spot
by ourselves. We pulled off our shorts, sat down and watched.
Eric made the first move, taking my throbber into his hand and
pulling me to him for a kiss. I found his, already dripping, and
leaned down to get a sip. It was so good I went for more, taking
Eric's wonderful dick down my throat. After I'd bobbed a few times,
he pushed me off and moved around into a 69 position on our sides, and
we got down to some serious sucking.
Even though I was totally engrossed in the pleasure I was receiving,
the moans of pleasure from the others heightened the experience.
Jack and Wayne were the first to go off. They weren't quiet either,
and the noises they made set off a chain reaction.
We were the last. Knowing that it was dangerous for us to orgasm in a
69 position, we rolled over and fisted each other the last few inches
to the edge. Cum went everywhere, and the rest of the wiseasses gave
us a round of applause.
"It'll be our turn to watch, next time," Eric told them good
naturedly.
Everyone was sitting up now, and with perfect timing, one of the
Stewards appeared. Stepping over bodies, he passed out drinks from
his tray. It would have been comical except for the fact that the
front of his shorts were poked out to the point of splitting.
I wasn't the only one who noticed. Whenever he squatted down to hand
somebody a drink, a hand was groping him.
When he handed George his drink, George openly stroked him and asked
"Like to join us?"
He nodded.
"Got any friends?" quiet Ted asked.
He nodded again, and without a word, left.
"What're we starting here," I asked Eric.
"A good old-fashioned orgy," Ted piped up.
"Yeah, you betcha," and a few other signs of approval went around the
group. Not wasting any time to prove his point, Ted took Jack's cock
in his hand. Jack then grabbed George's monster, and so it went.
"Anybody got two hands?" I heard Dan ask. "I need a few fingers up
my ass."
That started something else, and everybody really got busy.
Eric and I watched from the sidelines where we'd moved up to a bench
against the rail. He was the first to say anything. "I'll pass," he
said.
"Me too."
"I wouldn't mind watching, though."
"Me either," I said as I took him in my arms.
The steward returned with another tray of drinks - and three friends.
The writhing pile of bodies on the deck came to a standstill, a lot
of mouths hanging open.
The four boys nonchalantly went to work. One put down the tray of
drinks for later, another went over and turned on a light that gave
off a soft glow, and the other two found more mats to put on the
deck. I got the feeling they'd done this before. Then they stood in
front of the gaping group and started undressing each other. It was
almost choreographed. I couldn't help but smile, and Eric was doing
the same.
This didn't change the fact that some pretty spectacular bodies were
being uncovered. They were gorgeous. Tall, beautifully muscled, and
smooth chested, not a hair in sight.
The cocks that emerged were pretty impressive too. Average, 6 to 8
inchers, I'd guess, but beautifully formed, and all circumcised which
surprised me.
Three of them headed for the writhing mass on the other side of the
deck and one headed for us. I didn't see what the other three did
because I was watching this Adonis approach us, his VERY nice dick
pointing the way. He dropped to his knees and took a cock in each
hand. I'd been so engrossed in the "strip" that I hadn't noticed
that I was hard as a rock. Glancing over, I saw Eric was in a
similar condition.
"Maybe later," Eric said softly, gently taking his hands off our
cocks.
He nodded, got up and went over to join the others.
"I'd go for a blowjob if you got one at the same time, and I was
kissing you," Eric said. "Would you go for that?"
I smiled at him. "Need a little strange stuff?" I kidded.
"Perfectly fine with me. I know who I love, and be holding him with
his lips on mine."
After a long kiss, we turned back to watch the party. Somebody had
brought lube and there was a whole lotta fuckin' goin on. One of the
Greek boys was pounding Ian's ass, and the other three were being
thoroughly fucked by Ted, Dan and Wayne. Jack was pounding George.
I don't think anybody could handle George's baseball bat up their ass.
We stroked each other while we watched. As the action on the deck
sped up, so did we. Suddenly, Eric stopped. "Let's save it," he said.
A few gasps started another chain reaction. I took my hand away from
Erics cock and took his off mine. I was too close, and I'm sure he
was too.
Many minutes later, someone asked "You guys get off?" meaning us.
"Not yet," Eric murmured.
The Greek boys exchanged glances, and two of them came over to us.
"What would you like?" one asked. "Blowjob?"
Eric nodded, and instantly, both boys were on their knees. We
remained seated and spread our legs. Eric turned and pulled me to
him in a tight embrace, his lips on mine in a passionate exchange of
tongues.
We could kiss while fucking, but this was completely different. We
were together but separate. We shared the buildup and the eventual
orgasm together. Along the way, we experienced stimulations
individually, the guy sucking me hitting a hot spot at a different
time than Eric got hit. When the climax arrived, it was almost
simultaneous. The spasming made us hold each other tighter and our
tongues go into a frenzy.
Somehow, we managed to hold onto each other all the way through the
wild ride, then slumped into each others arms. If the camera had
been running, I think we both would have set a new record.
The guys below us were gasping. They had stayed for the whole ride
too.
"How in the hell did you do that?" Dan asked.
"Do what?" Eric mumbled.
"Make it last that long," Dan shot back.
"Don't know. It just happens," Eric mumbled back. "I'm ready for
some sleep."
We stood, very shakily, and staggered to our cabin.
The next morning, we were docked at Heraklion.
Crete was not a disappointment. Eric and I separated from the group
and climbed all over the Palace of Minos. Enough had been restored
that a picture of its former glory was clear. We explored, then sat
and absorbed our surroundings, discussing what we were seeing and
feeling.
The rest hit the high spots at the palace, then left to see the rest
of the island's sights.
Eric was happy and content to stay with me and explore.
It had been a long day for me. More walking than I was used to. I
flopped on the bed and stretched out. "You sore?" he asked.
"My legs are a little tight," I answered.
He pulled off my shoes and socks, then moved up and started massaging
my thighs. Even though he was only a few inches from my dick, it
wasn't sexual. It just felt damned good. He moved on down to my
shins and eventually my feet and toes. The stress was draining out
of my tired muscles. He rolled me over and started the same treatment
on the back.
"About last night..." he said.
"What about it," I mumbled, totally relaxed.
"I don't know how you really feel about what happened. Did I
overstep?"
"Listen babe," I said turning over so I could look into his eyes. "I
didn't get off on that guy sucking me, I got off on your lips and the
feel of you against me. Those guys just provided the physical
stimulation, you gave me the emotional and mental stimulation that
sent me to the moon."
"I know how you feel about group sex, and I just wasn't sure."
"We didn't really participate. We just laid back and let them do the
work."
"You're OK with it, then?" he asked.
"Sure, but I wouldn't want to do it every night. Maybe we'll try it
again while we're here," I said, leaving the door open.
"Not tonight," he said emphatically. "I NEED to get fucked tonight
and I don't want an audience."
We showered and got dressed for the evening. It was the cocktail
hour on deck.
Dan dragged a chair over to where I was spread out on a lounge. "I'm
just a nosy old queen," he said, "but I've never seen anything like
you guys last night. How do you do it?"
"Do what?"
"Have orgasms that last so damned long. I still can't believe what I
saw. Those Greek boys must've been damned good."
"It wasn't them at all. I hardly noticed what they were doing. Eric
was the one who got me going. I think love may have something to do
with it."
"Are they like that all the time?" he asked.
"Most of the time," I said. "Some, I think, last even longer, and
they're getting longer all the time."
"How do you know?"
"We time them," I laughed.
"How the hell do you do that?"
"You don't want to know!" I answered, leaving him guessing.
After dinner, Ian gave us our lecture on our next stop, Rhodes. The
group barely paid attention. It was obvious to me that they were
anxious to get the evening's festivities underway. Eric and I were
probably the only ones who got anything out of what he had to say.
Jack got the ball rolling by asking Eric "Do you think Wayne and I
can make you guys cum like you did last night? We'd sure like to
try."
"Well, you might..." Eric answered slowly, "but we're never going to
find out."
"Excuse ME!"
"Nothing personal," Eric said. "That's just the way it's got to be."
My man was very perceptive. He understood. Having an anonymous
mouth on our dicks was one thing, having friends do it was an
entirely different matter.
We left them to their fun and games. In our cabin, all I could say
was "I love you."
"I love you too," he said. "Too much to take any chances."
I am a Castle freak. The medieval Crusader Castle on Rhodes was
heaven to me. Unfortunately most of the interior is being used, but
the walls and turrets, some of the best preserved or restored, were
magnificent.
Eric and I walked the walls, and cajoled our way into some of the
interior spaces. I was snapping pictures like crazy.
We did some shopping and met up with the others for a taxi ride to
the Valley of the Butterflies. More pictures. It was a long but
more leisurely day.
There was a grand piano in the main Saloon, and George started
playing during our cocktail hour. He was good, and continued after
dinner. It turned into a sing-along, and all the crew
surreptitiously watched us.
The next few days, we would be island hopping, Symi, Kalynmos,
Pserimos, Patmos and a few others. Our intention was to soak up the
scenery and let history take a back seat.
Most of our travel, so far, had been at night, that night we would be
anchored off Rhodes, then do some daylight sailing. The Captain had
warned us that even though we were anchored quite a ways from shore,
a guard would be patrolling all night.
At first, this dampened the spirits of the deck revelers, then came
the plans on how to seduce the guard. Dan prevailed and that idea
was scrapped.
Ted wanted to know if Eric and I were joining them for what was
becoming a nightly frolic. I looked at Eric. He shook his head, and
that was our decision.
Instead, we went to a deck on the other end of the ship and spent the
rest of the night in each others arms looking at the lights on shore
and the sparkling stars above.
Sailing through the blue-green water past glistening white villages
perched precariously on cliffs or hugging the water's edge was
relaxing. We anchored offshore and took the Zodiacs to deserted,
sandy beaches. We basked in the sun, swam, and used the snorkeling
equipment that Eric had brought along.
A day in the sun made me hornier than hell. Eric too. After our
daily excursions to the beach, we'd go right back to our cabins and
make fantastic love.
It appeared that the rest of the group's preoccupation with sex was
waning, but there was a lot of traffic in the halls late at night.
Maybe they were "saving up" for Mykonos, the notorious gay resort and
our next major stop.
The night before we were to land on Mykonos, the Captain asked me to
meet him on the bridge. First, he wanted to know if everything was
satisfactory. I had nothing but praise. Then, with some difficulty,
he broached the subject of Mykonos. "You've got a rather 'active'
group here," he said. "I feel I should give you some warnings."
"Mykonos is a very lively city," he continued. "There are a lot of
nice guys at the bistros, but there are also a lot of hustlers and I
believe you call them 'clip joints. With your permission, I'd like
to send some of the crew along with you if you go out at night. They
know their way around and will see that there aren't any problems."
"That's a wonderful idea," I said. "I know they'll be welcomed by our
group - they're already pretty well acquainted," I chuckled.
"I've heard," the Captain agreed. "They'll also pay for all the
drinks and broken plates. That way you won't pay too much."
I was curious. "Captain, do you have many gay groups like us?"
"Maybe one every year, but no more than that," he said. "If you're
wondering if we make Mykonos a 'pleasure stop' often, that isn't the
case. About half the crew have never been to the Tavernas
themselves, but they DO know their way around."
Reassured and feeling a little better about a couple of wild nights
"on the town", I told the rest of the gang about the Captain's
suggestion. The idea of taking all the handsome Greek boys with us
met with instant approval.
It was after dark when we headed for town. Since we'd anchored
offshore, several trips with the Zodiacs were needed to get us all to
the quai. There were 16 of us in all, the 8 of us and 8 crew members,
Leaving just the Captain and one other on board.
We all "dressed" for the evening. In other words, everyone wore long
pants. Each of the Greek boys attached themselves to one of us. The
two that chose Eric and me were ones that I hadn't paid any attention
to before. In their perfect English, they introduced themselves as
Miklos and Alex. They were no different from the others, handsome
and built like Greek statues. The were friendly and cheerful, and
before long we were walking arm in arm four abreast.
The Taverna that they had chosen was open-air with tables spread out
in front of a bar and dance floor. Live bouzouki music was playing
loudly. Only men were at the many tables, not yet filled. Our
"escorts" explained that only men were allowed at night except for
special occasions. Some were married, some straight, some gay. It
was a "man" thing and sexual orientation wasn't important. Fun and a
lot of drinking was.
Ouzo was the drink of the night. When mixed with a little water, it
turned from clear to white, had a strong anise flavor, and, from what
I'd heard, packed a wicked wallop.
The blond Northern European looking guys mixed throughout were mostly
hustlers, Alex explained to me, here to provide service and hoping to
find love with a rich yachtsman or tourist.
The booze flowed and the noise level grew. One older Greek man
started to dance by himself. Dance of the Cranes, Alex explained.
This got things started and soon the floor was full of men, Eric and
Miklos among them. It wasn't long before Eric had me in the circle
too.
The tempo increased and so did the fervor on the dance floor.
Spectators were clapping loudly to the beat. Handily placed plates
soon were crashing against the walls. It was intoxicating and
contagious. I was throwing plates as excitedly as anybody else.
Eventually a crescendo, then an intermission. We collapsed, tired
but exhilirated.
When the music re-started, it was slow and lower in volume. Alex
took the dance floor all to himself. He melted into the music,
performing the classic dance slowly and sensuously. His lithe body
rippled as he moved, showing his beautifully muscled torso to
perfection. The audience was spellbound, watching this man move with
pronounced masculinity and the grace of a panther. It was erotic but
not arousing, something that made one lust for the beauty before us,
but still remote enough to enjoy rather than get hard over.
The dance reached its climax and Alex literally fell into the seat
beside me. Eric groaned "I'm exhausted and all I did was watch!
That was utterly unbelievable, Alex."
Alex didn't respond. He smiled at the two of us in a way that could
be taken in many ways.
Dancing started again, even more boisterous with plates flying.
I checked the time. It was 2:00 AM. Eric was watching me and nodded
when I looked up. He agreed, it was time to go back to the boat.
Niklos and Alex left with us. When we got to the quai, Niklos
insisted we all sit for a moment. He crouched in front of us. "Alex
and I have talked it over, and want to ask if we can spend the night
with you two."
Eric spoke before I had a chance to open my mouth. "Thank you,
Niklos. You are a beautiful man, and so is Alex. Dave and I are
very much in love, and that's all we need. Each other. It was a
generous offer, but I think we'll pass."
"You are very lucky," Niklos said seriously. "We were afraid of
that, but we had to take a chance and ask. Can we at least have a
kiss goodnight?" he giggled.
In answer, Eric grabbed Alex and laid a lip lock on him. I reached
for Niklos to do the same. I barely opened my mouth, but it was hot
nevertheless, and I started stirring. Damn, I thought, why didn't I
do this while I was lonely and single?
The kisses were brief, we stood with our arms around each other's
waist, Eric on one side of me, Niklos on the other.
At our cabin door, they got their goodnight kisses. This time it was
Alex and me, Eric and Niklos. Alec ground his unmistakably expanded
crotch into mine and tried to get his tongue into my mouth. A couple
of minutes of this and I was gasping. They released us, and grinning
from ear to ear said "Sleep well...later," and walked off giggling.
With the door closed, Eric took me in his arms and continued where
Alex had left off. This time, however, my lips were parted and our
tongues searched and found.
Nobody surfaced until after noon the next day, and it was a
bedraggled looking group that came out on deck. The crew, on the
other hand, looked fresh as daisies.
We took the little ferry boat to Delos, one of the most sacred places
in Greece, Ian told us. Those of us who had a little energy took the
Zodiacs to the beach, the rest charged their batteries for another
night out.
Eric and I debated whether or not we wanted to go. His "Hell, we can
sit around at home," convinced me.
Alex and Niklos were again our escorts. This time, though, we were
all a lot more comfortable together since we all knew where we
stood. This didn't stop them from teasing the hell out of us, though.
That night's Taverna was much more blatantly gay. Men were kissing,
fondling and all but having sex at their tables and on the dance
floor. Alex sat on my lap, squirming his hard buns into my crotch.
"You really should try me," he teased. "I'm really tight, and love
it. Got a big dick, too."
"I'll bet," I laughed. "Bet it gets a workout every night, too."
"I try," he giggled, squirming around some more on my now hard dick.
"I don't know how much of this I can take without bursting a blood
vessel," Eric laughed, Niklos was on his lap too.
"No problem," Alex laughed, standing and pulling me to my feet.
Without warning his hand was in my pants rearranging my dick so it
pointed upward and was a little more comfortable. He gave it a
stroke and a couple of squeezes before pulling his hand out.
Niklos wasn't even that subtle. He jumped to his knees, unzipped
Eric, stuck his hand in and started fishing around. Taken by
surprise, Eric's eyes got big as saucers, then he saw the humor and
started laughing. Niklos took his time, and had to arrange that long
dick along Eric's hip so it didn't stick out the waistband. He gave
it several loving strokes along the way.
"Wow," Niklos said to me. "I can see why you want to keep that all to
yourself!"
The remaining days went by too fast. We island hopped, went ashore
if there was anything to see, and spent our days on some of the most
beautiful beaches I'd ever seen.
The nightly orgies tapered off. After Mykinos, anything would be a
letdown. From what I'd heard, both nights, they had brought some of
the local boys back to the boat, and the orgy had reached new heights.
On our last night out, Jack spoke up. "You know, fucking everybody
in sight was fun, but it's made me REALLY appreciate Wayne."
To be continued.
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