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| Sotiris |
I had sensed a slight nervousness from Sotiris once our kiss had finished. As much as his body had relaxed the second I pulled him in, I noticed some tension once our lips lost contact. He had looked around quickly before turning back toward me.
“I make you lunch?”
I had smiled. Sotiris wanted to take me back to his place. Maybe being naked in public was a bit much for a first kiss, let alone if we wanted to do more.
When we had left the water, I noticed we were both rock hard. We sneaked glances at each other as we folded our erect cocks into our shorts. Sotiris reached out to hold my hand as we walked back to his car.
As we drove to Sotiris’s apartment, it was the first time we had been quiet together. Sexual tension was abundant in the car. He kept looking over at me.
“Jo-el”, he said.
“Sotiris”, I replied.
“I must say a thing.”
The atmosphere in the car changed. It was more serious all of a sudden. My mind raced trying to think what he could have to tell me. I saw his nervous smile as he now looked out on the road.
“I never kiss man. Today first time.”
I was relieved.
“That’s OK”, I said.
“I also no sex with man before.”
I chuckled.
“I thought so. Don’t worry. We’ll do whatever you feel comfortable with. Let’s have lunch first.”
I could see relief on his face now too.
“I want to try”, he said as he squeezed my hand. “But is a little… nervous.”
I squeezed back.
“I understand. We’ll take it slow.”
Sotiris’s apartment was on the third floor, although he claimed it was on the second floor. I guess we count floors differently in America. It was a simple one-bedroom apartment. The living room and the kitchen were a little messy, but cute. The balcony was perfect; it looked out across a portion of Preveza.
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| Sotiris |
I walked back in from the balcony into the kitchen. He opened a bottle of red before I could answer. He poured two glasses.
“I make you spanakopita”, he said.
“Span-“, I tried to repeat.
“Spanakopita. Is a spinach pie. Has dough, spinach, feta cheese. Is delicious. You will love.”
Our wine glasses clanked together.
“Yamas!”
I smiled.
“Yamas!”
I offered to help, but Sotiris refused. I had to sit on the stool and watch him cut onions and other vegetables. Which was no punishment. Every time he turned around to the fridge or the oven, I watched his ass. I couldn’t stop looking at it. It was perfect. I could only hope I could have it for dessert. But then, we had just agreed to take it slow.
Sotiris and I talked while he worked. Although he wasn’t the chef of the tavern, but the owner, he clearly knew what he was doing. I noticed he was layering an oven dish with phyllo dough. A mixture of crumbled feta cheese and thinly chopped veggies was then slid in. I was starting to get hungry now.
In the meantime, our conversation was getting deeper than before. I talked about my parents divorcing when I was ten, about losing touch with my Dad, about getting a stepdad I was now very close to. Sotiris was working on the food, but made sure to look me in the eyes a lot.
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| Sotiris |
“So, how did you grow up?”, I asked him.
He smiled.
“I grow up happy. I was happy child. Parents together. Also I have sister. Christina. She is young. Younger than me. Six years. And the other childs…?”
He looked at me like he knew it was the wrong word.
“Children.”
“Children! They mean with her. She have the syndrome Down, you know?”
I nodded.
“Other children in the street and children at the school. I was… I was, angry boy sometimes.”
He chuckled.
“I want to be bigger boy to protect my sister, you know? I go to gym as 14 year old. To… protect.”
I smiled.
“That’s a wonderful story. Shows what a good man you were, even when you were young.”
He smiled back.
“How is Christina now?”
“She is good. She live with boyfriend, very close to my parents. So they can see every day. I go every Sunday. In Parga.”
I really felt even closer to Sotiris now. In a few days the butterflies in my stomach had just continued to multiply. He leaned for a short kiss, but then pulled away to take the meal with the difficult name out of the oven. It looked delicious.
Sotiris made us both a plate and then pulled a salad from the fridge as well.
“Go sit outside, sexy man!”
I did as I was told, carrying only my glass of wine. The spinach pie appeared in front of me, followed by the salad, and a glass of iced water. And finally Sotiris, across from me, refilling my wine glass and then his own.
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| Sotiris |
“How do you say, enjoy your meal in Greek?”
“Kali orexi!”
“Kali orexi”, I repeated.
“Oh my gosh, this is even better than the moussaka.”
Sotiris smiled.
“I am happy you like.”
During lunch, we talked about his apartment, how he only moved in here when separating from Elena a few months ago.
“It’s a great apartment. Are you happy with it?”
“Like I say, is not… Is not how I think I be at 32.”
I thought back to the conversation we had earlier, when Sotiris said that everything in Preveza feels like it belongs to an earlier version of him, before the divorce.
“Do you think Preveza just isn’t the place for you anymore?”, I asked.
“I think that for a while. But is getting better.”
He winked at me. I smiled back.
I had emptied my plate.
“Thanks so much for cooking, that was fantastic!”
“Good!”
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| Sotiris |
“After lunch, I sleep. But not so sleepy, now.”
I smiled.
“Is it because of me?”
He nodded.
“Do you need a nap before working so late?”
He shrugged.
“Is OK.”
He walked towards me. I had been standing by the stool I had sat on while he had been cooking, just outside of the kitchen. I had been watching his ass while he loaded up the dishwasher. And now he stood so close to me. I smelt his smell. I saw his face, inches from mine. I felt his hand, on my cheek, down my neck, down my upper arm.
His kiss was more careful this time, very sensual. I got hard in an instant. My hands were now on his face and then his body. Again, I could not resist the curve of his muscular ass. Instead of squeezing, I let my hands rest on each globe and gently pulled him closer. His erect cock was now obvious as it pushed against my hip. He must have felt mine as well. Suddenly he pulled away.
“Please come to my bed, Jo-el.”
His eyes showed passion, his facial expression serious.
“I would love to.”
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| Sotiris |
Naked, my cock hard as a rock pointing the way, I walked to Sotiris. I took off his T-shirt. He let out a soft whimper. We looked at each other. He then looked down. He took my cock in his hand and gently stroked it. I looked at him, he looked back at me and smiled when he saw he was making me feel good. With his other hand he caressed my chest, and then my arm.
“Jo-el, you are so… so sexy.”
“So are you.”
I let my own hands roam free, squeezing his muscular shoulders and arms and playing with his nipples. I kissed him. This time I pulled him in by the back of his head. It was a sexual kiss, clearly showing my intention. He let out another whimper when I let go.
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| Sotiris |
As his thick cock bounced out of his shorts, the whimpering returned. To my surprise, he was cumming. His big boner was bouncing around, cumming everywhere, without it being touched. At all. Cum ended up on my chest, my shoulder, and the floor.
I stood back up. I felt flattered that Sotiris had been so excited that he had already shot his load.
“It’s OK”, I said, “we can continue another time.”
He looked confused.
“Please, no stop.”
He gently guided me to the bed and had me sit down. He kneeled in front of me and sucked my cock. He started out careful, maintaining eye contact to make sure he was doing it right, but he quickly got the hang of it.
He was only making me more and more horny, making me want to have a go at his ass. I wasn’t sure if he would be open to that. I caressed his face as he blew me, our eye contact so intense.
“Did anyone ever eat your ass, Sotiris?”, I asked him.
He nodded.
“Yes. I like.”
I smiled. Thank God. There was nothing I wanted more right now.
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| Sotiris |
Sotiris breathed heavily once I stopped eating him out, his whimpering was quite fast. I noticed he was still hard as a rock.
“Jo-el?”
“Yeah?”
“If you fuck me, is OK if I see you?”
He could tell I didn’t immediately understand, so he rolled over on his back and lifted his legs.
“Like this?”
I smiled.
“Sure.”
He wanted to look at me as I fucked him. I liked how humbly he requested it. I hadn’t even been sure he wanted me to fuck him at all. For his first time with a guy, he was sure eager.
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| Sotiris |
“Ohhhh…”
“Does that feel good?”, I asked as I started out gently.
He nodded. He didn’t say anything, but the whimpering continued.
“Ohhh….”
His hole was tight, but not virgin tight. I gradually fucked him faster and harder, holding his ankles up. The whimpers got faster and louder as I did. He wouldn’t look away from me. I noticed he was grabbing the sheets as I fucked his beautiful, hairy, muscular body. This was a dream come true.
I was going for a while, when the whimpers seemed to get even faster. Without touching himself, Sotiris came a second time. He shot a load all over his abs.
“No stop, no stop, please”, he said, repeating what he said after he came the first time.
I didn’t stop fucking him. I scooped up some of the cum from his abs and fed it to him. He eagerly licked it off my finger. I now took his cock in my hand and jerked him a few times as I continued to fuck his ass. This cock was magical. I was impressed. It was still rock hard. I let go of it and it slapped against his equally rock hard abs.
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| Sotiris |
I sat back on my knees and I could feel my orgasm come closer with each thrust. I saw Sotiris’s big cock, still fully erect slap against his stomach over and over and I took it in my hand as I felt my cock throbbing inside of him.
Just as I was about to say I was going to cum, Sotiris came first. His cock shot a fountain of cum through the air, landing on his stomach, chest and face. That sent me over the edge. I came inside of him so hard. It was one of the best orgasms I ever had.
I was exhausted, after cumming only once, which I thought was normal, especially in one’s thirties. Sotiris was the anomaly, the Greek sex God. I breathed heavily, pulled out and dropped next to him on the bed.
Sotiris turned to me, some cum in his beard. When I looked at him, he had the biggest smile. His eyes sparkled.
“Thank you”, he said.
He kissed me.
“Thank you”, I replied. “That was awesome. Impressive, even.”
I fed him some more of his cum, this time from his beard. He dropped his head on my chest and wrapped an arm around me, pulling me close.
“I am so happy”, he mumbled.
“Me too.”
I looked up at the ceiling and smiled. In every way, my connection with Sotiris had been perfect. Already, I was catching myself thinking about how we could be together after this trip. I wasn’t sure if I should bring it up and if so, if this was the right time.
Then I heard the snoring. I looked down. Sotiris had passed out on my chest. His mouth hung open and his head felt heavy. I had worn him out. I caressed his hair and then stroked his back. He did need to go to work in about an hour. I would gladly be his pillow.
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| Sotiris |
“Is what time?”
“3.51”, I saw on the alarm clock on the night-stand.
“OK.”
He rubbed his eyes and got up.
“I shower. You come?”
We had a playful shower together before we got dressed and had to leave for the taverna. Sotiris offered to drive me to the villa, but I asked if it was OK if I went with him, and he happily agreed. I texted Aleesha where I was going, and, well, a short summary of what had happened earlier today.
‘I am making sure we are having dinner there, because I want to know EVERYTHING!’
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