Date: Sun, 05 Jan 2003 23:10:43 -0500
From: John Paul <ruffhouse@comcast.net>
Subject: The Alphabet Lovers: Basil

Standing in front of the Parthenon, it became apparent how little
justice photographs would do for the mighty structure.  Even as it lay
in ruins, merely a shell of its former stature, I could only marvel at
its magnitude and the genius of the ancient people who built it.

"This is pointless," I bemoaned.  "How can you capture magnificence in a
single frame?"

Jake rolled his eyes and scribbled something down in his notebook.  "Is
this the part where you hug a marble column and start crying?"

"I know you don't share my sentimentality for relics, but are you saying
that you don't feel the least bit overwhelmed by all of. THIS?"

"Not the least bit," he said, "but my readers will think I was and
that's all that matters."

"You're so fucking straight it's not funny."

"Thank you," he said, chuckled and turned to leave the temple.  As I
turned to follow I noticed a guy standing nearby, smiling at us.  He
must have overheard our conversation.  I politely returned the smile,
greeted him with the universal head nod then jogged off to catch up to
Jake.

"Just a few more pictures from out here," I told Jake.

"Okay, but hurry it up.  We don't want to miss the boat."

I snapped a few more pictures, trying to find the perfect shot; and I
found it.  It was the perfect angle with the perfect lighting and. an
imperfect head at the bottom of the frame.  I looked up from the
viewfinder to see the guy from the temple staring back.

"Hello," I said, trying my best to be polite despite the fact that he
had ruined my shot.

"Your friend does not share your appreciation for the Parthenon, it
seems."

"This is not his thing, really," I replied.

"Oh, and what is his thing?"

"At the moment, the beaches of Mykonos," I answered.

"Then all is not lost.  He at least has good taste in beaches," he said
with a chuckle.

"Oh, it's not for him, it's for our article," I explained.  "But the
beaches of Mykonos are that good, huh?"

"They are almost as exquisite as the Parthenon.  Well, maybe not that
wonderful, but I'm partial to the beaches there.  You see, I'm from
Mykonos myself."

"Really?  Wow!  It's a good thing that I met you.  I need some pictures
for this article, but I don't have much time to scout for a good
location.  Do you think you could help me out?"

"Oh yes!  It would be my pleasure."

"Excellent!  Oh, by the way, my name is John Paul. my buddy over there
is Jake."

I extended my head.  My newly acquired tour guide gave it a firm shake
and said, "My name is Basil."



Basil was a godsend.  He showed me some excellent shot locations and
even gave us a few leads on some of the less trendy attractions of the
island.  Thanks to him, by the end of the day we had more than material
for our story and an extra day for our personal enjoyment.  He refused
to let us pay for his help, saying that it was his honor and duty to
share his beautiful island with us.  And so, as the sun set over the
Mediterranean, we parted ways with Basil of Mykonos.

The next day, I decided to take in one of the magnificent beaches that
Basil had shown us.  It was small and off the beaten track and therefore
attracted mostly locals and only a small few of them.  It was the ideal
location for me to model my new bathing suit.  Even though they had legs
like swimming trunks, they were form-fitting like Speedo briefs.  I'd
never worn anything so revealing in public and preferred a smaller
audience for my crotch-exposing debut.  Jake tagged along to get a good
laugh, but after only five minutes on the beach, he had locked in on a
bikini clad brunette and had stranded me to face the crowd alone.

I don't know why I was so self-conscious.  I worked out a lot and it
showed, my package created a respectable bulge in my trunks, and I had a
perfect year-round tan.  If I must say so myself, I think I made a
pretty good impression that day.

I didn't need a tan, but it was a perfect day to take a nap outside.  I
spread on a healthy layer of SPF 1000, claimed a spot with my towel and
plopped down for a nice hour-long snooze.  I had just gotten comfortable
and was two deep breaths away from dreamland when I heard someone call
my name.  What was it with people waking me up whenever I tried to get
some sleep outside?

It was Basil this time.  He was standing far enough away so as not to
block my rays, but close enough that I could get a real good look at
him.  And man, was it a good look.  I hadn't bothered to check him out
the day before.  His face was cute enough, I suppose, but he didn't
exactly make the cut as my "type".  And his clothes were too loose and
flowing to get any idea of how he was built.  His attire on the beach
that day, however, gave more than a hint.

He gave new definition to the term "Greek god" as he stood overhead in
what amounted to a bikini.  The swatch of silver cloth was stretched to
capacity as it tried to conceal his healthy package of naughty bits.  He
wasn't a little on the thin side, but very well-defined.  He had oiled
himself to accentuate his tight musculature; this gave his skin the
appearance of apple butter.  I licked my lips imagining he tasted just
as sweet, oblivious to the fact that he was watching me.

"Your boyfriend is brave to leave you alone on the beach wearing that
tight outfit," he said, breaking me out of my trance.

"My boyfriend?  You mean Jake?"  I laughed at his fantastic notion that
Jake and I were a couple.  "Jake's not my boyfriend.  He's right over
there, trying to get lucky with the number in the pink bikini."

Basil watched Jake make his move on the reluctant brunette then turned
back to me, blushing.

"Please excuse me.  I hope I haven't offended you.  The way you two
interact, I just assumed you two were. that you were. you know."

I laughed.  "It's okay; you're not the first one who's made that
mistake."

"So you're not gay?"

"I am; he's not."

"Oh," he said, a smile returning to his lips.  "Then all is not lost.
Do you mind if I join you?"

I arched my eyebrow and smirked.  "No, I don't mind at all."

Basil laid out his towel beside me, and then himself; both were closer
than etiquette normally dictates.  He closed his eyes, put on his shades
and laid back.  I assumed he wanted to just bask in the sun, so I
resumed my quest to get some sleep.  Once again, just as I was getting
comfortable, he says to me, "That's a very nice suit you're wearing."

I turn my head to see him propped up on one arm, peering at me over his
sunglasses.

"Thanks.  I've never worn anything this tight in public before.  I'm
still not very comfortable showing off so much."

"Why would you deny the world such a spectacular view?" he asked,
placing his hand on my thigh.

I pretended to ignore it, even when he started stroking the inside of my
leg.  When his hand made its way to my crotch, however, I promptly
swatted it away.

"I don't think we should do this," I said.

"Why?  From what I can see, you like what I'm doing."

I looked down at the bulge between my legs which was rapidly responding
to his bold manipulations.

"Maybe, but we're on a public beach."

"Look around you.  No one is paying attention to us."

A quick glance around the beach and I noticed that, indeed, everybody
else was too involved in their own sexual exploits to be concerned with
what we were doing.  Even Jake was busy strumming the brunette into a
screaming frenzy.

"Ooh. it's that kind of beach," I said.

"Yes.  Why do you think I suggested this beach so highly?  As you say in
America, I took a gamble."

I didn't particularly like being manipulated like that but I must admit
that I was slightly turned on by his bravado.  I hadn't been laid in a
few days, so my cock was definitely ready for the ride - it grew harder
just anticipating sliding in a hot ass.

"Where were we?" I asked.

Basil smiled and once again took a hold of my pleading prick.  I'm
usually not very big on masturbation - giving or receiving - but I was
really getting into him stroking me.  In no time he had me writhing and
moaning wildly.  I reached over to play with him, but he pushed my hand
away.  I started to ask him why he'd done that, but he gave my balls a
firm squeeze and suddenly it didn't matter.

He leaned over to kiss me and as our lips locked, he slid his hands into
my trunks and fished out my throbbing member.  My cock slipped
comfortably into his soft, oil-slicked fist and he broke off the kiss to
concentrate on pleasuring me manually.

"You have a nice thick cock," he purred.  "I bet you know how to use it,
no?"

"I've had some experience," I stammered, finding it hard to concentrate
on a conversation with him so deftly yanking my chain.

"Yes, you like to fuck.  I can tell," he whispered in my ear, "but you
will not fuck me."

"What the fuck?  What do you.?"

"Shh.  Relax.  You'll have a good time, I promise, but there will be no
fucking."

I began to protest but, again, my protests were silenced with a few firm
strokes.  I'd never seen my cock so hard before.  The head was dark,
almost purple, and the veins looked like they could pop at any moment.
Streams of pre-cum flowed freely from the tip and mixed with the tanning
oil.  The combined fluid made a kinky sloshing sound as Basil started
pounding my meat with his hand.  Five, ten, fifteen strokes later I was
on the edge of exploding.  No one had ever brought me to climax with
just a hand job. never!

"Ah fuck, I'm gonna blow!" I yelled.

That's when Basil did the unexpected.  He wrapped his lips around the
head of my cock and continued to stroke the shaft.  I let loose and
exploded in his mouth.  He didn't flinch.  He held the tip firmly
between his lips and sucked up jet after jet of semen as it erupted from
my dick.  When it was all over, he squeezed out the last remaining drops
and I thought he was done.  Wrong!

Before the last shudder of satisfaction ran through my body, Basil
shoved my still rigid pole deep into his mouth.  I nearly jumped out of
my skin as the hyper-sensitive tip hit the back of his gullet.  I
shivered uncontrollably before I got accustomed to the hyped-up
sensation.

His mouth felt slimier than usual.  I'd had enough blowjobs to know what
the inside of a hot mouth felt like, but his was different.  It wasn't
until he pulled my dick part the way out that I realized he still had my
cum in his mouth.

"Holy shit, that's kinky!" I said.

He smiled as best he could with my meat crammed in his mouth then
continued to slowly, teasingly suck me off.  It was a wild sensation
feeling my cock splashing around inside a pool of spit and cum - one
that I could spend all day being subjected to.  I wiggled my way out of
my bathing suit to give him better access then laid back to enjoy the
trip.

"I hope your jaw doesn't get tired 'cause it's going to be a while
before you get a second load out of me."

Basil didn't respond; he just continued his slow methodical blowjob.  Up
until that point he had only been working about half of my cock, but
after my comment he slid the entire ten inches down his throat.  That
wasn't the first time someone had deep-throated me, but it certainly was
the most effortless.  My pole slid down his throat like a hot knife
through butter.  The tip of my cock lay snugly nestled within his craw
and the rest swam in the cum-and-saliva-filled cavity of his mouth.

He gagged a little - man, I love that sound - and a few drops of cum
spilled from his mouth.  It dripped down my balls into the crack of my
ass.  He let a few more drops fall out.  He dipped his index finger into
the pool that had formed in the hairs around my ass then pushed it - no
shoved it - into my unsuspecting hole.

My head was spinning.  I'd had quite a bit of sexual experience up until
that point, but I'd never felt anything like that before - a sloppy,
cum-filled mouth and throat wrapped around my pole and a cum-soaked
finger invading my ass.  He slid his finger deeper into me and pulled my
dick out of his throat-hold.  Then, as he swallowed my cock back down
his throat, he pulled his finger out of my rectum.  He continued this
alternating pattern, slowly at first then steadily faster.  He worked me
into a fit of passion that had me bucking and hollering uncontrollably.

It all came to an earth-shattering end much sooner than I expected or
wanted.  Feeling my body tense beneath him, Basil buried my prick as
deep into his throat as he could.  With his nose securely pressed into
my groin he thrust his finger in and out of me, tickling my G-spot with
every stroke.

I blew my second wad less than ten minutes after my first one.  It was
bigger and more powerful than the one before.  It felt like I dumped a
gallon of spunk down his throat.  No matter how much it was, Basil
swallowed every drop.  His throat muscles milked me for every drop, all
of which I willingly provided.

"Damn that was incredible!" I thought as I wallowed in the afterglow.
When I finally came back to the ground, Basil was gone, as had most of
the other couples.  Even Jake and his chick were nowhere to be found.  I
slithered back into my trunks, gathered my stuff and staggered back to
the hotel.

We stayed in Mykonos a couple more days, but I never saw Basil again.  I
even thought about asking around the island for him until Jake clued me
in on how desperate that seemed.  I'm hoping to go back again soon.
Maybe I'll run into him again someday and he can show me the rest of his
skills.