Date: Tue, 9 Feb 2016 11:23:31 -0600
From: Michael Stevens <stevens.mickey@gmail.com>
Subject: Mediterranean Adventures Ch 2

Mediterranean Adventures

Ch 2

On the Ferry


I woke up when Andreas had to go back to work, and after we kissed him
goodbye we crawled back into bed. The younger man naturally curled up
against me like a cat, looking for warmth. It was quiet for a while; we
were both replaying the tapes of the past 24 hours in our heads, making
sure that it had all really happened.

Finally, I broke the silence. "Andy, is this the first time you have done
anything like this?"

	"Do you mean gone to a hotel with a man I just met and had crazy
three way sex? Or do you mean have I had a tiny bit of gay sex somewhere in
my life?"

	"Andy, I have never had a three way before in my life, so I guess
I'll take tiny bit of gay sex for $100 Alex." I joked.

	"Do you want the long version with all the details, or just a
simple yes?"

	"Oh, the long hard version please!"

	"You'll be disappointed."

	"I'll be the judge of that." I said.

	"My Uncle Bill works in Boston and lives outside of town. He has a
little house in the big woods, as he says, and in the summertime I would go
and help with the lawn and the garden. He paid me more than a 15-year-old
was worth and I got to swim in his pool when I was done. One Saturday
morning in July, I was cutting the lawn by the pool when a guy came around
back looking for him. He had a fat envelope to deliver that he said was
important. I told him that he could leave it with me, but he said he would
rather wait.

	It was hot, and as the guy sat around I'm sure he started
sweating. Finally said, do you think it would be ok if I took a swim? I had
already stripped down to my gym shorts, and said that as soon as I finished
with the lawn I would join him. So he took off his clothes and jumped in. I
mean all his clothes. He went in naked. Then he climbed out and jumped off
the diving board. Naked. I can tell you now, after what we have done
together, that I was fascinated. I had never seen a man so free and
comfortable being naked. Even in the locker room after gym, we all wore a
towels.



So I made a decision, finished up fast, and walked over to the side of the
pool. I kicked off my shoes and socks, dropped my shorts, shucked off my
jockeys and jumped in. I had been afraid that he would get tired of waiting
and leave, so I made sure he was watching. I don't know what I expected."

	" Aww-right" he said as he applauded. "I hate to swim alone!"

	"And then he swam over and towseled my hair, then dunked me under
and swam off. We spent our time racing, splashing, dunking and horsing
around with each other. It didn't seem like he touched my privates on
purpose, but I know that he did.  I tried to make touching him seem like an
innocent mistake, too. Until finally as we caught our breath in the shallow
end, he reached over and held me in a very personal place. I reached over
to do the same, and discovered that he had an erection.

 Our eyes met, and I must have looked terrified, because now I had one
too. We both let go and swam apart. But, like magnets, we found ourselves
back in the shallow end, this time, face to face.  We inched closer
together until our boners touched underwater. We both looked down, and then
holding our swords, dueled for a few moments. He let go of his and reached
under to cup my balls; he held them for a few moments and as his fingers
let them go, they traveled up the length of my penis, stopping for a moment
to gently rub around the head. I thought I would explode with pleasure!

	"I'm James." he said.

	" Andy" I replied.

	"Andy" he said, "hop up here." and he helped me sit up on the edge
of the pool. My boner stuck up like a broomstick but I never expected what
came next! First he kissed it, right on the end, then his tongue went
around it like it was an ice cream cone, and then he took it into his
mouth, all of it! After the cool water, it felt so hot! I felt his nose
nuzzling into the p-hairs that I was so proud of. He pulled back, but never
let go. His tongue seemed to do something that I couldn't figure out, but
it felt sooo good! He kept doing that over and over, and I just leaned back
and enjoyed it. I knew what was going to happen and I didn't want him to
stop. My hips started pushing up and when I did that, he started stroking
me with his fingers, but he kept the end of my boner in his mouth. I knew I
was going to shoot, but I was afraid that he wouldn't like it if I did it
in his mouth, so I tried to hold back. He let go long enough to say "Go for
it!" and then took me back in. He went all the way down a couple more
times. That was all the signal I needed!! With his lips around me and his
fingers stroking me, I just exploded. I had never shot so many times
before, and maybe never have until now.  I just lay back, my legs in the
water, my boner to the sky, catching my breath, wondering what had just
happened.



He swam away and then back.

	"Wow, I'm really glad the old man isn't here!"

	"Uncle Mike?" I said. "He could be gone all day."

	"Your uncle?" said James, "your real uncle? You aren't just a kid
who cuts the grass?"

	"Nope" I said, "I do this every week for him."

	"Oh crap" said James. "I gotta go." He got dressed and left without
a word.

	"My uncle came back about half an hour later and I gave him the
packet. `James left this,' I said. `He had to go.'

	My uncle said "thanks, no message?"

 	"Nope" And that was all there was to that!  Well, except that that
event fueled my fires for a long time.  And then it sort of drifted back
into a Did that really happen? stage. In fact, I am surprised I can
remember it in such detail, almost like I am telling you about a movie I
just saw. Was that the sort of story you were expecting?"

	"Well" Daniel said, "let's let a neutral judge decide" He pulled
back the covers to reveal yet another hard on.

	"Oh Man!" said Andy.

	"Go for it! Daniel said, and Andy took it all in, just as James had
done for him.











The next day I was going to be headed off to Mykonos, and I could tell that
Andy was totally adrift about what to do. He really hadn't done his
homework for this trip, but he did know that Mykonos should be his
destination. He didn't have a reservation, though, or any ideas about where
exactly to go, or how to get there. So, with self-serving helpfulness, I
offered a possibility. Would you like me to call my friend and see if there
is space in his house? He always seems willing to take friends in when
other people ask, and I never have, so maybe it's my turn. I saw a sparkle
in Andy's eyes

I called down to the desk and told them that I needed to call Mykonos; I
had the number, and told the operator that I wanted to speak with James
Cameron. I saw Andy whip around, but just then someone answered the phone
with a bad connection, and all my attention went to make sense of the
conversation. Eventually I was talking to James and I asked if there was a
little extra space for another person.

My host laughed and said "Well, Daniel, if you want to make space in your
bed, and it is a big one, then you can bring a friend. But I never expected
a request like this from you, so I can't wait to see who you might be
bringing."

	"Ha ha! Thanks James." I said. But to myself I admitted that I
never expected it either. When I turned back to Andy, his mouth was open
and face was scarlet.

	"Were you talking to James Cameron? James A. Cameron III?" His
fingers were on his forehead like Karnak the Magnificent telling the
future. "A physicist, I think?"

	"The very one, I said, Dr. James Allen Cameron III, Distinguished
Professor of Physics at MIT. Do you know him?"

	"Remember the guy by the pool?"  I paled.

	"Yes." I said quietly.

	"Well, I remember the return address on the fat envelope he was
delivering that day: James A. Cameron III"

	"And your Uncle Mike?" I asked weakly.

	"Dr Michael Corrigan."  Andy replied. "He gave me this trip."

	"And he gave me and James tenure." I said. I sat down, caught my
breath and collected my thoughts. "Our friend James is in for a very big
surprise." I said. Just like me, I thought. We were quiet for a bit, with
the implications of what we had just learned racing through our heads.  But
finally it was time to think about our day.

	"Andy," I said, "my day in Athens is usually a museum crawl, and
you are welcome to come along if you can stand it. But to be honest, I
can't imagine that interests you. Hit the Plaka, Monastiraki, or any number
of more interesting places if you want. I've got the room here for one more
night, and you are welcome on Mykonos if that suits you. It is probably the
pilgrimage that your uncle (I cringed at the thought) had in mind. But all
that is up to you."

	"Thanks Daniel, you are quite the guy. I would like to go to
Mykonos with you, if that is really ok. I don't want to be a burden for
you, or a drag on your fun."

	"Andy, introducing you to James will be worth the price of the trip
and more. Sharing my bed with you will be beyond pleasure, and showing you
just a few of the hotspots of Mykonos will make me the envy of all. But I
have no illusions; you may find Mr. Right, or maybe just Mr. Right Now, and
if you do, I want you to know that you are not tied to me."

	"Daniel, I don't know much, but I do know that if you go to a
party, you stay with the guy that brung you, so please stop giving me
escape routes. Maybe I have already met Mr. Right. Do your museums, I'm
gonna explore this great city on my own; I've got my Lonely Planet!" he
said, waving it aloft. "I'll see you back here in time for dinner." And so
we parted for the day.

If I hadn't been a scientist, I think I would have been an art historian or
an archaeologist. I loved old stuff, and the museums of Athens were filled
with it. I went to the Benaki to see old friends, and the new Byzantine to
make new friends. I read every label and soaked up the history.

Andy, I learned later, persuaded the desk clerk to call Andreas and then,
after an interlude that he wouldn't talk about, persuaded him to take the
afternoon off.  That put Andreas on the night shift, so it was Andy and me
for dinner in the Plaka and back to the hotel early, by Greek standards. We
snuggled right in, and I slept like an ouzo- soaked log. I noticed how
groggy Andy was the next morning, but I thought it was jet lag. It
wasn't. He had spent the night with Andreas.

The ferry I had booked pulled out of Rafina just on time, and we found two
good seats on the top deck. Some sun, some shade, and a strong
Mediterranean breeze. The Bel Ami video music hummed in my ears, and I
wondered what might be going on in the cabins below. In the video, I
wondered why those guys had a cabin for such a short trip, but reality has
never been a facet of porn videos, so I dismissed it. All I needed to do
was look to my right, at the beautiful young man sitting next to me, to
realize that I was living a video of my own making. And it had a plot line
that was more fascinating that any author, porn or otherwise, could devise!

We were on our way to Mykonos, gay Mecca, so of course we were not
alone. There was a corner of the deck devoted to sun worshippers, and it
wasn't long before Andy was among them. First he stripped down to his
shorts, and then a few minutes later he was down to his bikini briefs. I
casually wandered over to warn him that Greek sun was about a hundred times
stronger than the Massachusetts sun he was accustomed to, and while I loved
the sight of him, he would be unhappy if he got burned to a crisp on his
first day out. He joined me back in the shade a few minutes later, and I
hugged him.

Andros was our first stop, then Tinos, then Mykonos. It was the home of my
sanity, my release, my freedom. Here I was gay and proud of it! Of course I
was gay 365/24/7, but proud can be hard to come by in the USA, even in
Massachusetts. And this time, I was walking down the gangplank with
someone. I knew he was probably not the love of my life, nor was I for him,
but for now we were a couple, and we, well, he, turned heads.

On the ferry ride we had talked. He was adamant that for as long as I was
on the island, he was my guy. Maybe he would leave with me, maybe he would
find a way to stay.  We had established a bond, and he was determined to
honor that.  He wanted to sample all the island had to offer (he had no
idea what there was on the buffet table of sex) but he would always come
home with the guy who brung him and that was me. Holy Crap! My status on
this island was about to take a quantum leap! The first, most delicious
morsel, however, lay before us: James Allen Cameron III.

When we got to the house, I was disappointed to find that James was at the
beach. Well, no surprise there, I thought. But, I was ready for a drink and
some pool time, but Andy was still eager for some street time, so he went
out and I stayed in. I think if I had gone with him, I would be telling a
very different story. After the drink and the pool, I found my way to a
jet-lag nap.