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. The Greek Boy . by Larry Long
. At some point, Gary supposed, he must have realized that he had no money at all. It had crept up on him, slowly. When he reached for his wallet to pay his bill in the diner, he knew, in the back of his head, that there wasn't anything there, but he had been hiding from it. Now there wasn't any way.
. The cashier looked at him as he fished around looking for a hidden $50, a stashed $20, anything. But he had used them long ago.
. "So?", the cashier asked him.
. "I don't have any money at all," Gary answered. It was an upscale Greek New York diner, half restaurant, half greasy-spoon joint.
. "You're gonna have to talk with the owner then." said the cashier, and pressed a buzzer button on the side of the register.
. Within a couple of minutes, a young man, a boy really, appeared.
. "Yup?", he asked.
. "This guy says he don't have no money." the cashier told him. "I buzzed for Tony cause he can't pay. Where is Tony anyway?"
. "He isn't here," the boy replied. "He had to go out to make a pickup. He'll be back in a couple of hours."
. "You gonna have to wait here, then." the cashier told Gary. "If you don't wait, I gotta call the cops. If you wait, you can work it out with Tony."
. "I'll wait," Gary told him. "I don't have anywhere to go anyway."
. "Come with me," the young boy told him. "You can wait in the back in my room."
. Gary followed the young man through the restaurant and into the back hall. They went up a flight of stairs to the second story, and into an apartment over the restaurant, with a window facing onto the street right over the entrance to the diner. The room was simple, furnished with a day-bed not made up from the night before, a dresser, a tv set on the dresser, and a table and couple of chairs.
. "Hey, you can sit here," the boy said, pointing to the chairs and table. "I'm Louie, by the way," he went on, "I live up here. I am the owner, Tony's, nephew. I was sent over from Greece to go to school."
. Gary looked the boy over. He looked to be about 16 and was so beautiful that Gary had to look out the window to keep himself from staring. He had a dark, olive complexion with even darker hair and eyes. Deep black eyelashes, long and sensuous, graced his two slightly almond-shaped pupils. His hair was jet black and a little on the long side, combed beautifully back over his head. His forehead was perfectly clear, his skin beautiful. No facial hair marred the smoothness of the skin. His nose was large, but beautifully shaped.
. "I wonder if there is truth to the old wives' tale that the size of the nose is proportional to the size of the dick," Gary wondered to himself.
. Louie was dressed in a loose white shirt, like a wedding shirt, and tight fitting jeans that showed both a sizable bulge in the front and hugged a tight round melon shaped ass in the back. He was wearing sandals. It was a hot summer afternoon.
. "How do you like it over here?" Gary asked him. He sat down at the table to hide the growing bulge of the boner in the front of his loose fitting slacks.
. "Oh, I really like it," Louie answered. "People are a lot more free here. You can be anything you want. I can fit in much better here than in Greece."
. "Why, what makes you not fit in Greece?" Gary asked.
. "Oh, I don't know. Kids are different in Greece. They made a lot of fun of me," Louie told him.
. "Fun of you, why?" Gary asked.
. "Well, they wanted to do things to me, you know..." Louie's voice trailed off.
. Gary noticed that his bulge in front of his jeans was growing.
. "What kind of things?" he asked.
. "Sex things" the boy replied.
. "What kind of sex things?"
. "Do you know what 'Greek' means in sex?" Louie asked him.
. Gary certainly knew. He had begun his sexual activity when he was 6, when a neighbor boy, aged 9, had initiated him into being fucked in the asshole. The 9 year old neighbor's penis wasn't too large, and, even hard, it didn't cause Gary any pain after the first three or four times they had fucked. Since then, Gary had rarely gone a day without having a prick up his asshole for a good part of the night. (The rest of the night he had his penis up the other's butt-hole.)
. "Yeah, I know what it means!" he replied to the boy. "I know what it means really well!"
. "Well," Louie told him, "there were these boys who were all the time wanting to 'Greek' me. It made it very hard for me, and I like it a lot more here. Here I don't have to worry about being raped in school all the time."
. "Why did they want to 'Greek' you all the time?" Gary asked him.
. "Well," Louie told him, "that's why they call it 'Greek'. It happens all the time over there. I guess they thought that I was cute or something." Louie blushed at this observation. "They said I had a beautiful ass that just was perfect for fucking. I hope you don't mind me saying all this, but I find that most Americans are open about this stuff."
. "But you didn't let them do it to you?" Gary asked him.
. "Hell no," Louie answered.
. "I guess you got really mad, them wanting to do that to you then," Gary continued.
. "No, I didn't. I just wasn't in love with them, didn't like them very much. They were rough boys, from a poor part of the city, and they were mean. They didn't want to make me feel good, just to use me." Louie looked at Gary and stared into his eyes. "I would want to do it with the right boy, with someone who was kind."
. Gary was on the verge of embarrassing himself. His own bulge was growing considerably, and you could see under his loose pants that he was getting hard. The bulge in front of Louie's jeans was already huge. Gary was getting a pants' tent.
. Louie looked down the front of Gary's body and stared at his growing boner. "I would really like to do that now. I left Greece two years ago to get away, but since that time I have wondered a lot what it would have felt like. Does that seem weird to you?"
. Gary shook his head, "No, it doesn't. It is terrible to wonder all the time what things 'would have been like' and not to have done them."
. Louie was standing only a foot or so away from him. He reached out a very muscular hand and forearm and his palm made contact with Gary's boner, Louie stroking it in the fabric of Gary's pants. He pulled Gary to him by the dick, and, when their mouths and lips were only about an inch apart, he opened his lips slightly and pressed them against Gary's mouth. Gary opened his lips, and Louie put his tongue into Gary's waiting mouth, kissing him fiercely.
. Gary reached behind the Greek boy and started to rub the smooth melon-like roundness of his ass. He could feel the trembling of the muscles under Louie's skin. The boy was very well built, in every department. His body was muscular, his ass smooth and firm, and, with the two of them now pressed together, Gary could tell that the size of his nose did, indeed, predict a wonderfully sized boner.
. Louie pushed Gary back away from him and quickly stripped off his shirt and his jeans, slipping out of his sandals. He wore no underwear, and so he was naked. The massive boner that his jeans had hidden popped free, and Gary's breath was taken away for a moment by the sight of it all.
. The boy's body was perfectly smooth, without a hair on it anywhere except around the base of his dick and in his armpits. His chest, legs, arms and ass-cheeks were completely smooth, like a baby's skin. His balls were perfectly formed in their sack, and hung low, swinging in the soft warm summer air that blew in from the open window. His dick, which was uncircumcised, stood at a half-hard attention, curving gently out from his body but not in full erection yet. It was beautifully formed, with a head that was the same diameter as the shaft which was full and sausage shaped.
. His ass-cheeks were perfectly round, smooth and clean, without a blemish. They were almost a pure white. They were firm, and the crack of his ass was a line which was buried about an inch within the form of his buns. They made a perfect join to his muscular thighs, which were smooth and round. His belly was also slightly rounded, not fat but with the smooth underlayer of flesh that characterized classical Greek statues of boys. His chest was smooth, and the pectorals clearly defined. The aureole of his nipples was large but of light color, and his nipples themselves were standing at an erected attention.
. Gary stood there for a moment and just stared. It was as if a statue from a museum had come to life and walked into his vision. There was a perfection to the boy's body which was so erotic that he was afraid that he might cream his pants before he had a chance to do anything else.
. Louie looked at him questioningly. "Aren't you going to undress too?" he asked him.
. Gary slipped off his shirt and his sneakers. He hadn't been wearing any socks, and that left only his loose fitting pants. He opened the buttons on the waist, and the pants slid down, the fly opening around his now completely hard penis. He stepped out of the pants, kicking them aside. He faced the boy with his own boner pointing directly at the Greek's perfect dick.
. Louie reached out and tentatively took the naked prick-flesh in his hand. His hand was as perfect as the rest of him, smooth, clean, muscular, and warm to the touch. Gary's prick felt better than it usually did even if being sucked, and this was only the boy's hand!
. Louie pulled the American youth towards him by the dick. Their pubic hair touched just as their lips joined. Louie opened his mouth again, letting Gary's tongue enter him. They pressed their groins together, and the Greek boy's dick began to swell to full erection. As it rose it pressed up against Gary's own dick, which was already fully hard. They wrapped their arms around each other and pulled their bodies together, their chests and dicks and legs pressing hard as they kissed.
. When they paused and separated an inch in this embrace, Gary asked the young god - "Did you ever do this before?"
. "No," Louie replied. "I have dreamed about it. When I saw you, I just knew that you were the one to open me up, to take it all for the first time. Do you believe in that kind of intuition? I do. I just knew, even before you came in, that it would be today."
. Gary could only nod his acknowledgment. He began to drop to his knees, licking and kissing the smooth skin of the Greek boy as he sank down. He licked the skin of Louie's neck, tasting the salty sweat that was there on this hot summer day. He licked the skin of his chest, around the perfect nipples which he sucked and bit upon gently, increasing the heat of the Greek boy's arousal. He moved his head over to the smell of the boy's sweat under his armpits, where there was a soft wash of hair. The slightly acrid smell of the sweat under the Greek boy's armpit was decidedly erotic.
. Gary moved his face all across the front of the boy's chest, licking first under his right armpit, and then under his left. The boy lifted his arms up, crossing them on top of his head, letting Gary get into his armpits with no barrier. He giggled.
. "That tickles a little," he said, "but don't stop."
. Gary moved his face all over the boy's chest. The smell of his armpit sweat was turning him on. The taste of it was almost sweet, almost bitter. The boy had a mixed smell, half that of a pre-pubescent boy who doesn't have body odor yet, and half that of a young man whose sweat smells like acrid musk. The taste was also a mixture of sweet and bitter, with a salty aftertaste that was highly sexual.
. Having licked the armpits clean, he continued down, nuzzling and kissing the boy's belly and belly-button, pausing to tongue the belly-button for quite some time. Louie giggled again, in pleasure, and dropped his arms, his finely muscled hands coming to rest on the top of Gary's head. The boy twined his fingers into Gary's hair, and gently held the head against his body as Gary, encouraged, continued downward, licking the fine pubic hair which also smelled of musky sweat.
. He licked and kissed the base of the boy's dick, which was now about 85% hard, and starting to stand straight out, although it still had a tantalizing softness to it which as much as said "lick me, get me hard".
. He continued down, passing by the temptation to begin the sucking motion that the dick invited, to the boy's balls, and, now, kneeling down all the way on his knees, he moved his head up under the boy's crotch and took the two perfect balls in their hairless sack into his mouth, cradling them there in the moist warmth of his lips and cheeks for a few minutes. The boy spread his legs to let Gary's face come up all the way into his crotch. Gary could smell the musk of his groin, and the tantalizing odor of the boy's virgin asshole.
. Slowly he slid the balls out of his mouth, and pressed his face back, through the open legs, and started to lick up the inviting crack that lay an inch behind the perfect mellon buns of this Greek boy. He licked the crack, only a fraction of his tongue inserted into it, then back and deeper, and increasing the depth of his licking, he licked up and down the crack a dozen times, slowly moving his tongue deeper until it touched the boy's virgin clean asshole. The taste of the asshole was overpowering.
. The smell which engulfed Gary was clean, sweet, and more than pleasant. The boy's asshole, like the rest of him, was a mixture of boy and man. The taste was sweet, and, as Gary inserted his tongue deeper and deeper, the taste become more and more honey-like. Gary reached up and put his hands on the boy's waist, which, while smooth and muscular, had two firm "love- handles" which he gripped, and pulling himself under the boy's spread legs, he pressed his face into the boy's ass-cheeks and began a relentless tongue-fucking of the hole.
. Louie began to move his hips in rhythm to the tongue-ing of his hole, and, since he could no longer put his hands on the top of Gary's head, which was now buried behind him in his behind, he put them instead on his now completely hard pole and began to jack off. Gary could taste the difference in the boy's asshole, and, as he continued to tongue and the boy continued to stroke, he could taste the precum juices start to flow, as if they actually filled the boy's ass. Suddenly the boy began to grind his hips furiously.
. Gary could feel the orgasm coming. The boy's asshole began to convulse and squeeze down on his tongue, and the boy began to fuck Gary's face and lips with his butt. His stroking on his rod became faster and faster and his breath began to shriek from his lips in rapid panting. Wave after wave of hot gushing cream came pouring from his penis, falling all over Gary's body which was on the floor in front of him, Gary having pressed his face from the front between the Greek boy's legs. The hot cream spurted down onto Gary's own dick, which began to jizz itself, without Gary even touching it, shooting spurting cream up which rose high enough to hit the Greek boy's spurting dick above it. At the same time Gary tasted the cream in the boy's asshole.
. Slowly the spurting subsided. Gary slid himself between the boy's legs to the front of his body again, and took the still dripping, still firm but not entirely hard Greek boy's penis in his lips and sucked and licked it clean. The smell of their mingled jizz rose up into his nostrils.
. "I want to feel the other thing, the 'Greek' thing, also." Louie said. Then he looked down. "I'm sorry," he added. "I don't mean to be rude. That was wonderful. Thank you. Thank you. I guess to ask for more is rude."
. "What??", Gary began to laugh. "Rude? Rude to ask for more? I would want to make love with you a hundred times if you would let me."
. Gary was done cleaning the boy's dick. He placed his mouth down on one of Louie's perfect feet, and began to lick the instep. He licking and kissed it. Louie lifted his head. "Let's lie down on the bed," he said to the American boy.
. The room was small. Louie took one step back and lay down on the day bed, pushing the unmade linens to the floor. He pulled the American boy to him.
. Gary moved to the bed and lay down on it, his face pointed to the Greek boy's feet. He began to lick the sole of Louie's right foot. He took the toes of the foot into his mouth and began to suck on them one at a time. As he did so, Louie took Gary's cum-covered dick in his hand, and then, pausing only for a minute, he pulled Gary's crotch towards his face and began to suck on Gary's dick.
. Moaning with pleasure, Gary picked up his pace, and, licking with long motions, he licked up the Greek boy's legs and to his ball sack once again. He took Louie's now hard-again dick in his mouth and began to suck on him with a fever.
. Both boys seemed to enjoy this 69'ing and continued it with great abandon. Their young pricks came fully hard again quickly, and within a few minutes, they spurted a load of warm sweet cum into each other's mouths. Without stopping for a second at this, Gary moved his mouth, now filled with Louie's warm jizm, between the boys legs and up into his buns again, and began to blow the Greek boy's own jizm up into Louie's waiting virgin asshole. Louie kept up his soft sucking motion on Gary's dick, making it hard again almost instantly.
. In a single fluid motion, Gary spun around and pressed his cum-filled mouth against Louie's and gave the Greek boy a taste of his own cum. At the same time Louie lifted up his legs and wrapped them around Gary's chest, positioning his asshole perfectly for the single thrust which Gary used to press his spit-and-cum-slicked pole up all the way into the Greek's virgin asshole.
. With a gasp Louie began to tongue the American boy's mouth, licking greedily at his own jizz, while Gary began to fuck the Greek's asshole faster and faster. They were both young and hot. The taste of the mingling jizz, the smell of cum, sweat, assholes, was too much. It was a perfume which fueled their passion.
. Gary pumped faster and faster. He drove his dick deeper and deeper into the other boy's hole. Louie started to rotate his hips, fucking Gary back. Faster. Deeper. They pressed together, the smell of the cream which they had shared turning them on, cementing their bodies together. Louie's hard dick was pressed against Gary's blush of pubic hair which formed a thin line up to his belly. As he fucked Gary's dick with his buns, his own dick slid back and forth against the American's smooth stomach.
. Gary ploughed deeper and deeper, pressing his lips against the Greek boy's mouth, and they kissed. Gary plunged his body up against the Greek boy, and held himself tense and still, the hardness of his dick all the way into the virgin asshole, the throb of the Greek boy's dick against his firm stomach like the flutter of the wings of a butterfly just out of the cocoon.
. Suddenly, they both came. In spite of the fact that they had cum twice already on that hot afternoon, they came with such violence and abandon that they screamed into each other's mouths, each catching the sound of the other so that no one else would hear.
. Wave after wave of hot cum filled the Greek boy's asshole, a virgin asshole no longer. Spurt after spurt of hot cream spurted onto Gary's middle from Louie's pulsing dick, cementing their bodies together and making a warm squishy sound and feeling.
. They collapsed against each other. They looked into each other's eyes.
. "You don't have to see Tony. That's plenty to pay for your lunch," Louie said to him. "I'm satisfied."
. "Can I eat here again?" Gary asked him, nibbling his earlobe.
. "Anytime, anytime." Louie stroked his hair. "You can eat, sleep, stay... anytime."
. A warm summer breeze blew in the open window. The sounds of the traffic outside became audible again. The pile of bed sheets and discarded clothing were mingled on the floor. The two boys nestled in each other's arms. The sound of music from the restaurant below came softly up to them.
. "You don't have to go," the Greek boy said.
. "I know, I know," Gary answered him.
. And, so, he didn't. He might be still there, today.
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