The next time I saw him was a few years later the rocky beach. The beach was deserted when he found me and leading the way to a cave created between fallen rocks and he climbed in. By the time I had joined him he was already naked. It was only when I saw his dick that I recognized him. He was more exciting when he looked 14. Now he looked a slim and very beautiful teen age boy and was probably about 20. This time he was not in such a hurry and, I could take my time, exploring his body and his needs. I kissed and bit his ass while feeling his dick. He is a boy desperate to be fucked but inhibited, lonely and afraid. As before he started to wank, but this time he allowed me to watch and let me caress his ass, with my face only inches from his dick until he climaxed.
He is now a very sturdy young man and once again I recognized him for sure when I saw his dick. Kneeling behind him I pulled his shorts down over his now generous ass. He was wanking while I caressed his checks with my face and beard. Breathing the air from between his buttocks I discovered that he was well washed. I pushed my face into his deep cleft but to my surprise he did not bend forwards despite my insistence.
While caressing his groin from behind and holding his balls I placed two fingers each side of the base of his dick. I could feel his hand beating hard as his speed increased, he orgasmed as I sank my teeth into his soft buttocks. I stood up and turning him round I said ‘You have grown into a very fine man’ and putting my fingers on his waist band I asked, ‘Please’ and he reluctantly pulled his elastic waist band enough for me to see his beautiful dick, still erect and to one side, resting like a fine Panther after a hunt. He gave me one glimpse only and was gone. This boy always leaves me in a state of excited loneliness, disturbed as if I were in love.
October 1, 2009:
Today I met a very handsome man in the bushes. I remember seeing him last night while with Novak. He is probably 45, superbly built and he took me to a tiny hidden space littered with condoms behind bushes. He liked to kiss and to touch. We embraced, feeling one another and then he wanked himself to an orgasm while kissing me and holding my eyes.
He is from Georgia, the one in Russia but he lives in Argentina. I explained where I spend the day so he could find me. Later I saw him take a young Greek into the bushes, I wandered off but the Russian came looking for me. I took him to the rocky over hang behind the bushes and we undress and looked at one another caressing without urgency.
He became demanding, his dick huge and his kisses hungry. He turned me round and wetting his fingers he moistened my ass, whispering ‘please trust me’ much as I wanted to taste his dick not rubber, I handed him a condom. The feel of his unsheathed dick caressing my ass and between my legs was wonderful. He wanted to insert only his wonderful fleshy glans, but I said, ‘No’.
He rolled the condom over his dick and stood behind me like a colossus. Reaching behind me I held his balls, marveling at the size and the thickness of his dick. His stomach was tight, his pectorals bulging and his dick now rigid as I reached for his generous muscular ass. Holding me firmly, he lined his dick up as I supported my weight on the rocks with my hands, and his dick entered. He lifted me with both hands by my groin waiting until his dick was fully accommodated.
Then he fucked me violently and with great force. His pubic bone hammered my ass as my hands took my weight. Being suspended by his arms I could concentrate on squeezing his dick firmly with my ass and he enfolding me in both arms as he orgasmed. It was over. He turned me round, kissed me for a long time and left.
Never have I known such power, control and consideration but I think his greatest pleasure was his own masculinity, his body, his strength and prowess. He had gazed into my face as if I were a mirror for confirmation. The catharsis was total, like a perfect massage.
I don’t like to think of that Russian as more than a chance encounter. I had seen what men can achieve and exchange in love and sex, it was a disturbing revelation, something raw, fundamental, powerful and totally male. I had been given a glimpse of a world that excludes the feminine, and I liked it very much.
October 5, 2009:
October is probably my favorite month, the days are short, the sky a clear pale blue and the sun warm but gentle. It is possible to lie in the sun and get a tan without the need of protection. The low sun sparkles like diamonds from the rock pools. Today there was some Greek election. This evening I visited the park where I saw a beautiful boy walking and I followed him to enjoy the perfection of his symmetry and the way he moved. Then I sat on my usual stone as darkness approached.
As I was leaving, in the dusk I passed one very handsome boy of about twenty, standing legs apart hands low on hips, at the edge of the path. He looked directly into my eyes so I stopped but I got no further invitation. He continued standing like a Guardsman looking directly ahead in the gloom. Tentatively I approach him and he continued looking straight ahead, so I put my hand on his dick and he had an erection. I felt his very muscular ass and getting no reaction I felt his thighs and tight flat stomach before feeling for his zip. I got the slightest intimation of no or, not yet.
It had become dark and I recollected that this boy is the Albanian boyfriend of a Greek dancer. I had seen him on the beaches and he always returned my gaze, but never offered an invitation. He is very handsome, beautifully built and trained to perfection.
Then a European man in his late twenties got the same invitation and he walked behind the boy and rubbed his erection on the boy’s ass. The man got his dick out and the boy unfastened his trousers and they fell around his knees. I caressed the boy’s dick and kneeling in front of him I took his dick in my mouth. The boy, still maintaining his guardsman’s stance, reached into his pocket and produced a condom, passing it over his shoulder.
The man was not wearing under pants and his trousers slipped down his thighs. I caressed the men’s muscular thighs and dick. The boy’s dick is not big but very strong. I sucked his dick and his balls while the man tried inserting his dick into the boy ass. I held the boy’s cheeks apart for him, lubricating his asshole, but the boy offered no invitation. Holding the man’s excellent dick in line I did my best to assist entry. The boy’s ass is tight and he still didn’t offer himself. My instinct was to pull hard on the man’s ass while sucking the boy’s dick.
A gypsy boy joined us; he was probably only fourteen. He was wanking, what in the dark appeared to be, a huge dick. The smell of unwashed dick filled the air and since he got no invitation, he left.
The boy put his own spittle on his ass and suggested that I add mine. He then leaned forwards a fraction but now the man’s dick was not rigid enough and it bent, I held his dick straight while the boy pushed hard holding his own cheeks apart. The man began tiny fucking motions but between us we only managed to get about two inches of dick inside. With my hand between the boy’s legs I held the man’s dick in his ass.
The boy leaned his head back and their faces side by side with their tongues fully extended, they kissed while I wanked and sucked the boy. His shirt was unbuttoned and I took a moment to enjoy the muscular perfection of his torso and his bulging thighs. Suddenly the boy turned around, offering me his ass as he bent down and the man emptied his sperm into the boy’s open mouth. They kissed briefly sharing his sperm, and the man left without a glance in my direction.
Sitting to one side there was now a very unattractive student. The boy tucked his shirt into his tight trousers and pulled his zip up, resuming his Guardsman’s stance and the student started touching his ass and dick. I felt intrusive and was reluctance to repeat the performance and came home, but I yearn for that boy and a weight of something unfulfilled haunts me.
October 13, 2009:
Last night, I asked my lawyer to start proceedings to retrieve the 2000 euros still owed me for the deformation of my character. My lawyer asked me to provide him with John’s bank number, if I have it. Apparently, the court can take money from John’s bank account if he has any.
I keep meeting the middle-aged Greek friend of mine under the tre
es above the rocky gay beach. He is funny, easy company, we talk and sometimes have fun in the bushes. We were feeling one another’s dicks today when a car pulled into our clearing under the trees. A young man of about 20 got out and beckoned me to follow.
My friend followed him and getting into the bushes first he pushed his shorts down and was bent over even before I arrived. He then handed a condom over his shoulder moistening his own ass with a liberal dollop of spittle. The 20-year-old wasting no time pushed his jeans to the floor and rammed his rigid dick straight up my friend’s fat ass. They both fucked hard grunting like pigs and it was all over in seconds. The 20-year-old pulled his jeans up and departed. My friend remained bent over for some time grunting and sighing.
It seems, very much to my surprise, that my friend’s fat ass is irresistible. Teen age boys keep on promising to return with the words ‘I will fuck your ass’ they cannot take their eyes off his fat ass. He once suggested we squat down and empty out together. Today I got tired of his company and conversation and retired to one of the rocks under trees where I write.
When I returned, I found my friend in some state of distress and satisfaction, shaking one hand he nodded at a retreating man of very unattractive appearance; he indicated the size and thickness of his dick. Then he told me “he just kept on fucking me while all the boys kept coming up and finishing off in front of us.” I always seem to miss the important moments. After some time complaining about his ass, he asked me to go into the bushes with him. I could smell shit and decided I much preferred to continue writing my book.
October 15, 2009:
Today my friend had some fun, feeling my dick and then wanted to suck it. This was because an old man of sixty was wanking in the bushes and watching. We were in the usual open space that is on view to everybody in the vicinity.
My friend, sitting in his car asked me to lean on the car roof so he could suck my dick through the window. The old man was looking at my ass. My friend found this unrewarding, so he asked for a condom and got out of the car.
He said, ‘Spread’ and turning me round he tried fucking me while I leaned on the roof.
He then opened the back door and said ‘kneel’ this amused me. I was kneeling on the back seat with my ass sticking out of the back door.
He then had yet another idea and transferred me onto the front seat, so he could watch his dick in the side mirror. That caused him a great deal of amusement and satisfaction.
We tried walking around in tandem with him holding me onto his dick. Our vastly different leg lengths robbed this act of any symmetry. We must have resembled grass hopper.
Bent over the car boot I at last found the perfect position for comfort and an efficient pleasurable fuck. The car boot held my prostate against the soft under side of his satisfying dick while his balls gently slapped me between my legs. To finish off he pulled his dick out and removed the condom, empting himself all over my ass. Then he did the usual Gorilla walk of self-satisfaction that excludes me, and the voyeur left.
October 18, 2009:
The nights are getting dark early. Tonight, in the park a young man wanted to feel my dick and ass, he got hard quickly but left. I remained out of boredom and because I enjoy the silence. I notice in the dark a very thin figure hovering who I thought I recognized from the Hamam. He is a very low grade manual worker with a big swinging dick. Only if the Hamam was empty did he ever want to try gay experiments. He is married with children and very afraid.
As he gradually got closer his smell confirmed my suspensions. He beckoned me into a secluded corner and pushed his rousers down, reaching for my belt, eagerly searching for my zip. I did not want any intimate contact; his hard dick was not as big as promised. I bent him down and grabbed his hips violently, pulling him hard onto my jeans and dick. I then grabbed his dick in one hand and his balls in the other while banging his ass with my pubic bone.
He begged me to take him home but my curiosity and appetite for the repulsive was satisfied and I left, leaving him bent double holding his cheeks apart. I showered and put all my cloths in the washing machine. My persistent thought was, “What the fuck did you think you were doing?”
October 22, 2009:
There are still a few tourists, it won’t get cold until Christmas but the nights are beginning to feel damp. The tourists will all be gone by November. A fat Gypsy rent boy followed me into the toilet and tried tempting me to join him in a cubical by fondling my ass and feeling my dick. I offered him a kiss on one cheek and he recoiled in horror. His brother Yiannis who is one year older is becoming very handsome. With a glance, I conveyed my friendship but lack of interest. As I walked out of the toilet an exceedingly handsome Greek boy entered, fate always eludes me.
Today I had another example of Panni’s inability to grasp the significant point of anything and it took me a very long time to work out what Panni had misunderstood from our conversation. We were discussing my life of celibacy, especially during the years of teaching. I told her about one Greek teacher friend from the Hamam. (The good-looking teacher with the small dick) He is now 35 and we often have a bit of fun and a pleasurable massage, I told Panni about our last conversation.
‘I told my friend about my life of unintentional celibacy and asked him if he had ever had a relationship. I told him not to miss out on life as I had. I advised him to find a meaningful relationship or at least enjoy good sex. But he told me, “I don’t miss sex and I have not met anybody I like, but I don’t mind, because I had more than enough sex between the age of 12 and 17, to last me a life time.”
Panni replied to my discourse with considerable indignation ‘Well I think, considering that he’s a teacher, he should at least have an Aids test.’ Panni must have understood that my friend was having sex with his twelve-year-old pupils and I regretted not having tried to have sex with mine.
Having had an active sex life from the age of 12 does not seem to be damaged my teacher friend in any way. He is healthy, mature and accepts his sexuality. He seems to be free of all inhibitions, obsessions, compulsions and frustrations; I can’t say the same for me.
Claire’s father is visiting us. He keeps looking at his daughter and shaking his head in disbelief, saying “What a waste.” He told me an interesting story about one of his friends and Princess Margret. His friend was something important in some Art gallery and was escorting Princess Margret on some official visit.
Standing opposite a painting by Sisley, during conversation he asked her, ‘Who is your favorite painter, mam?’ and she replied, with a degree of snobbish contempt ‘Sisley, he’s so Sisley’ and she drummed her red finger nails on the surface of the canvas. Princes Margret always played the princess to its hilt. Her host, stricken with horror, from then on maintained a safe distance between her and the paintings. Obviously, the rules don’t apply to Princess Margret.
October 25, 2009:
I am still writing under the trees above the rocky beach most days, the bus service is now every two hours. My friend got fucked four times today, the one I saw leaving, must have been no more than 17 and a very beautiful boy. My friend greeted me shaking one hand in pleasurable disbelief, his face a mask of drained emotion as he said ‘Now I can go home.’
Then a teen age solider arrived, a sturdy boy from the Islands. Without invitation, he said, ‘I only have five minutes, I want to fuck your ass, because it’s like a women’s’ and he did. My friend leaned forwards putting his hands on his car. The boy pulled my friends scarlet thong to one side and rammed his sizeable dick straight in.
I think one attraction apart from my friend’s very generous ass is the thong he has started wearing. It is female, has gold braid and does not accommodate my friend’s dick and balls. Any vaguely feminine accessory seems to be of importance to these young men.
Mario once told me that Manual had asked him, regarding me, “Have you gone over to the other side?” Mario, as always when sane, shot back, “What about you and the transvestites?” After a pause of embarr
assment, Manual replied, “So what, they give the best blowjobs.”
Mario’s explanation for his own sexuality is, “If men can’t get a fuck, they turn gay”. Is it that basic and functional? Is sex nothing more than ‘A port in any storm?’ It seems to be on the same level as needing of a toilet and if desperate a public convenience will do, or failing that, the park.
The genitals are so closely linked with the waste disposal systems that it appears to be, in the minds of the majority, related.
November 1, 2009:
Panni has surpassed herself yet again. She arranged for us to meet outside the court house but she was early and tried calling me. She failed to reach me and presumed that I had forgotten and turned my cell phone off. She went into the court house alone and asked about the wrong case and told me that I had already won it. I had explained everything in detail, but she got it wrong and left me in a state of confusion.
My musician friend from Athens has returned, he asked me if he could stay the night. He has a girlfriend now and told me that he intends to be faithful, but it didn’t stop him fucking a soldier on the beach. He calls his girlfriend ‘My beloved.’ He stayed last night but did not want to make love and I discovered that I don’t like people sharing my bed or shitting in my toilet. It is a general truth that it is cheaper and less trouble to pay for sex.
November 3, 2009:
Claire has broken two fingers on Luke’s face. Last week she picked up a car cylinder used as an ash tray and threw it at his head. She is now claiming that Luke is violent but he did once bring a chain saw and destroyed the cat house that he had made for her.
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