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DEEPER THAN LUST
by Marin Giustinian
Summer 2022, Mykonos Island, Greece
Tim Cameron, a young contemporary dancer from Edinburgh was finishing high school. He was eighteen. During the last semester, Dimitris Korialis, one of Greece's best male dancers gave a workshop for the boys in Tim's academy. Dimitris was a specialist of the Zeibekiko, a very ancient dance traditionally performed by men. He now lived in London and conducted workshops all over the United Kingdom.
Tim was spellbound with the Zeibekiko. It was both strong and yet graceful. He felt he could pour his emotions into every step and he did just that. Impressed, Dimitris told Tim that he was gifted and should continue.
"Where can I continue learning the Zeibekiko?"
"Only in Greece," sentenced Dimitris.
"Can you recommend a school or a master where I can study there this summer?"
"How old are you?"
"Eighteen, I'll finish school, for good, July 4."
"You're like Alexandros... my nephew. He's a good dancer. He danced with me for two summers. He knows all the dances for men! He is sort of a star on our home island, Mykonos. He's your same age. Write him a letter. Tell him you took my workshop. I don't know what he plans to do this summer... In fact he never plans anything! Send him a letter -- a personal letter. Put in a picture of your face and pictures of you dancing. He'll be thrilled to get a real letter, not email, not telephone! I doubt he's ever seen his name handwritten on an envelop with a stamp. I'm sure he'll give you special attention that way!"
"No problem! Does he read and speak English?"
"His mother's from Birmingham. On Mykonos, EVERYBODY knows English... Give me something to write his address on."
It was close to 6:00 PM when Tim barged into his father's office at home.
Professor Sean Cameron taught Ancient History at the University of Edinburgh. He was a widower. After his wife passed away, their only son, Timothy and he had become very close. Professor Cameron had a lady-friend but for the time being they preferred not living together. Tim was glad to have his father all to himself.
"Dad, do you have a minute?"
"Yes..."
"This summer I want to go to Greece and learn more about the Zeibekiko, a fantastic dance that Mr. Korialis our guest teacher this afternoon taught us. He gave the boys a workshop in Greek male dance. He says I'm gifted for that kind of dance. It's fantastic! It's one of the most ancient dances in Greece. Mr. Korialis encourages me. He gave me the address of his nephew, Alexandros, a young dancer like me, saying I could learn a lot studying with him. He still lives with his family on Mykonos Island. I want to write and ask Alexandros if I can come this summer for us to dance together... Do you approve?" pled Tim, holding his father's hand.
Sean smiled looking at his gorgeous son, saying, "Of course. I see you want to take a part in some Greek history of your own. If your colleague Alexandros accepts your request, the trip and your expenses will be my graduation gift to you!"
Tim threw himself on his father, kissed his cheek, and danced out of the office, rushing up to his room.
Dear Alexandros,
I'm Timothy (Tim) Cameron from Edinburgh, Scotland. I'm eighteen and I'm finishing school. I have studied contemporary dance for five years. I want to be a professional.
Your uncle, Dimitris Korialis, gave us a workshop on Greek dances, and especially the Zeibekiko, in the boys' class of the Academy. I LOVED IT! He said I should continue. I asked him if he could recommend a school or someone in Greece where I could learn more. He told me you were the person I needed.
Could you tell me first of all if you are willing to give me lessons? If so, could we work together in July, whenever you want? How much do you charge per lesson? Also could you recommend a hostel or camping ground where I could stay within walking or bus distance from the place where we can work?
Please reply the way you prefer with the addresses and/or phone number below.
I thank you in advance for all the attention you accord to my request, and in the hope of soon hearing from you, I remain,
Cordially yours,
Tim
The past ten days had been hell for Tim. No reply from Greece! He had nearly given up hope. Then one afternoon, returning from school, Tim went straight up to his room, as usual. That's when he saw the letter the house lady had put on his desk. His book bag made a big 'clunk' as it fell on the floor. Tim grabbed the letter, saw that the stamps were Greek, and with trembling fingers, immediately ripped it open.
Hi Tim,
Thank you for your REAL letter! I felt I had to reply with a letter myself. Your photos are great. You look like a fashion model and a professional dancer at the same time.
I'll be glad to share with you my abilities and love of Zeibekiko. I know other dances too. If you want I'm free all summer. You can come any time. We can work together and even in the evenings perform in a tavern I know where the guys like dance.
My parents said if you don't mind sharing my room, it's fine with them for you to be our guest. My big bed can be separated into two singles. I have my own bathroom as well. Also, my mother, she's English, said that having you at the table is good for our manners. You come and we see how long you want to stay. For the lessons, you can pay me by making me do your kind of dance in exchange. I'll make you dance like a Greek and you'll make me dance like a Tim! Okay?
Call me whenever you need: flight arrival, questions, etc. Here's my number +30 22890 - - - - 7 Remember when it's noon in England, it's already 2:00 PM here, and I'm in school from 8:15 AM to 1:15 PM.
Your Greek dancer friend,
Alex
With the letter in one hand and Alex's photo in the other, Tim giggled all by himself as he skipped around the room. He had never realised the effect of a letter, holding the paper that had been touched by the sender's hand. The portrait of Alex stunned, even upset Tim. His eyes were as dark as Tim's were clear, his hair was raven black whereas Tim's was honey blond. Apparently, his angular face was just as smooth and beardless as his own, his complexion, just a hue bit deeper. Above all, Tim was impressed by the fullness of Alex's lips, slightly curled in an enigmatic smile. He was the 'hottest' lad Tim had ever seen, at least on the photo. Tim was surprised by his own exuberance as he collapsed on his bed giggling. He didn't know what to do with all that happiness. He stared at the ceiling waiting to share the news with his father! He read the letter again and noticed the phone number. He immediately fumbled in his pocket and fished out his own phone. Feverishly, he thumbed the following message: 'Got your letter now! Wow! I'm too happy! Send you my plans by email later. Your idea of a dance exchange is wonderful!!! I think we are going to have lots of fun!! Tim'
As soon as the message was sent, Tim heard his father come in. Storming down the stairs, he shouted, "Dad! I got an answer from Mykonos! Look!"
Not knowing how long he would be staying, Tim made one-way reservations on the British Airways flight BA2221 direct from London-City Airport to Mykonos arriving July 5 at 4:30 PM. He must have packed and repacked at least twenty times choosing exactly what he wanted to take with him. As a gift for Alex, he decided to find him a basic summer kilt like his own.
Exams, then graduation celebrations came and went and finally the time to leave was there. At 10:30 PM, July 4, Tim and his father downed a pint together in the Waverley Station Bar. Tim was nervous, excited, and a bit scared leaving for Mykonos. He had a ticket aboard the Caledonian sleeper for London where he arrived in Euston Station at 7:15 AM. He then had to be at London City Airport by 9:30 AM to check in for his flight leaving at 10:50 AM.
Everything went like clockwork. He landed right on time in Mykonos, tired, excited, and happy. At 4:55 PM, local time, he came out of the arrivals gate to find Alex standing there beaming.
Suddenly, for the first time in his life, Tim felt like he had a best friend or a brother there waiting for him. He almost melted in Alex's very Greek hug.
"Welcome to Mykonos," exclaimed Alex, nearly shouting in the noisy hustle and bustle of the airport. Tacky boisterous tourists were swarming everywhere...
"I'm really glad to be here, Alex!" replied Tim, a bit stunned.
Grabbing Tim's arm in one hand and his bag in the other, Alex shouted, "Let's get out of here! My car's just outside in the VIP lane."
In a flash they were outside. The heat fell on Tim like a steamy blanket. It almost took his breath. Alex tossed the bag on the back seat. Tim and Alex collided as they were getting in the car.
Laughing, Alex said, "Not this side, Tim. This one's for the driver, me!"
"That's right! On the continent you drive on the wrong side of the road..."
"On the other side! Not the wrong side!"
"That's right!" laughed Tim, "How silly of me. I've not quite realised where I am yet."
"Relax, Tim, and let me take care of you. We'll be at the house in about twenty minutes."
Was it the agitation, the heat, the totally different kind of houses, the parched mineral fields and dry stone walls everywhere... maybe the scent of the sea in the hot breeze, whatever... that dazed Tim, even making him a bit dizzy as they bumped down the little road? The shrill Greek music blaring on the auto radio made all conversation impossible. Tim was glad. He was captivated by Alex's spicy scent filling the small car and simply enjoying being happy.
The large walled-in villa on the road to the lighthouse impressed Tim. Like most of the luxury homes on the northern side of Mykonos, there was a tiny lawn, a carport, and a discreetly elegant entranceway. The dwelling itself was stark white with a terraced roof.
"It's lovely here. The sea view is incredible," observed Tim.
Grabbing Tim's bag, Alex replied, "Wait until you see it from the terrace!"
The temperature was much cooler inside. The light was dim with the shutters half closed. The polished marble floors and bare walls gave an impression of space. In the vestibule stood a classic Greek statue of a young man, a nude ephebe, gracefully posing.
Alex pointed out, laughing, "That's not me!"
They crossed a vast living room with sliding glass doors, low plush sofas, and opulent green plants everywhere. On the other side of the sliding doors, there was a shaded patio with a medium sized swimming pool. At the end of a kind of wide hallway, Alex opened a door saying, "Welcome to my man-cave! I hope you like it. Over there's the door to the bath and toilet. Are you hungry? Do you want to take a shower or a dip in the pool or unpack first?" questioned Alex trying to be the best host possible.
Tim looked around, taking in the wonderful room, as he replied, "I'd like to call my Dad to tell him I'm in good hands, unpack, take a dip, and shower. I stuffed myself on the plane, so I'm not totally famished. With my Dad, we usually have dinner at eight, later than most Brits."
"Perfect... here we dine between seven and eight. Earlier than most Greeks... While you call, can I help you unpack? I made space for your things in the dressing room over there."
"Thanks, Alex. I didn't bring much. I can do it while calling," replied Tim turning on his phone.
Alex was at his computer when Tim came back into the bedroom with his gift.
"Here's a little gift from Scotland..." politely stated Tim, giving Alex the small package.
Alex smiled, took the package, and began opening it. When he discovered the kilt he asked, "What's this?"
"A kilt. A light summer kilt."
Alex admired it, standing with it placed in front of him, striking a pose like a model smiling.
"Do I look like a Highlander?" jested Alex.
"Better than most ginger Highlanders!"
"Do you have one of your own with you?"
"Of course..."
"We'll wear them tonight at dinner... Is it true that we can't wear underwear with a kilt?" inquired Alex with a sly smile on his face.
"That's what tradition wants, but..."
"I agree with tradition!" quipped back Alex as he began to strip, "I'm going to grab us some towels. Let's get in the pool."
"I'm going to fetch my swim shorts," added Tim.
"What for?" asked Alex, "The menfolk in this house don't use swim wear."
Giggling, Tim uttered, "When in Rome..."
"What did you say?" asked Alex.
"It's a saying that says, 'When in Rome, do as the Romans...' so I don't fetch my swim shorts!"
Tim was in heaven, splashing around with his brand new best friend in crystal clear water under the cloudless stark blue sky. Of course the two lads checked each other out.
Tim thought Alex was even better than the perfectly proportioned statue in the entrance. His uncut cock and correct balls hung quite elegantly from his gleaming torso. When he laughed, his pearl white teeth glistened in the sun.
Checking out Tim, Alex imagined him as a young Celtic prince playing in some fairy pool, in a deep green glade. He really admired the golden pubic fleece crowning his slim cock. His smooth legs and long arms were delicately haloed with down. In Alex's eyes, Tim was a vision of male beauty he had never contemplated before.
Both enjoyed being admired showing off on the edge of the pool before diving over and over again.
Tim was a bit out of breath when he finally crawled out of the pool and laid down on a towel. Alex joined him, stretching out alongside.
Turning towards Alex, Tim asked, "Before they get here, could you tell me some about your parents?" asked Tim.
"My Dad, Marinos Korialis, is from here and my Mum, Linda, as I wrote, is English. My grandfather Korialis started a car rental agency at the beginning of the tourist boom. He invested in a few Austin Mini Moke beach buggies he rented out mostly to the gay men who began showing up by the hundreds. The business grew. He rented all kinds of cars. My father took over the business and it didn't stop flourishing -- he has the biggest rent-a-car company on Mykonos -- but no Mini Mokes any more... Sad! As for my Mum, she handles the accounting leaving my father to the relations with the personnel and the clients. Her Greek is a disaster! When I was just a babe, they had this house built. I have a married sister now living in Athens... That's about it."
"I get the picture. And so Dimitris is your father's brother..."
"That's right. He didn't want to have anything to do with renting cars. He's like me, he prefers dancing."
"Is he married?"
"Are you kidding? He and I are alike on that too; we like being free! And you? What's it like in your home?"
"There's just me and my Dad... and the house lady. My mother passed away with cancer when I was five. My Dad takes great care of me. He had time being a professor at the University."
"What does he teach?"
"Ancient Greek history, specialising in the Macedonians."
"Wow!"
"He was delighted about me coming here. He really loves me. I'm lucky. He's proud of his gay dancer son and we still cuddle looking at the telly."
"So we're both gay dancers... but I don't cuddle with my father," laughed Alex.
"I felt you were gay... at least I was hoping so," replied Tim, sitting up.
"Same for me!"
"Alex, I feel like I'm beginning to roast. Can we go inside?"
"Let's shower. I'll rub some after-sun oil on you and we'll put on our kilts. My parents should be coming in soon."
Both enjoyed a lukewarm shower together in the 'rain room' as Alex called it. Then Alex generously rubbed Tim with Manoi oil. Both didn't bother about their erections... except at one point, Alex asked, "What do you do about a boner like this when you're wearing a kilt?"
"You just arch your back and ignore it. All men understand, girls and women take the erection as a compliment for them, and mothers are simply proud of their sons' attributes."
Alex laughed, saying, "Sounds okay by me... no worries!"
"That's right, no worries. The sunburn oil felt really delightful," winked Tim as they returned to the bedroom.
"Whenever you want," laughed Alex, tapping Tim on the rear.
Tim had packed with one semi formal outfit and the rest were shorts, a summer kilt, cotton peasant shirts, and sandals. He put on the first shirt he found, slipped into his kilt and was in his sandals in a flash. Alex was standing with the kilt in his hands looking puzzled.
"Is there a front or do I just put it on without caring?
Tim laughed, "Where it's flat, that goes up front. Look at the hem. Where the kilt is longer, and has pleats, that goes behind. It makes space for your arse. That way it falls the same level at the knees, front and behind. If there's a stiff wind that can lift your kilt, with the pleats, it's politer to uncover your rear instead of your..."
"I understand!" asserted Alex, buckling up, "How do I look?" he inquired, spinning on himself
"Great!"
"How do you feel?"
"Naked! Feels lovely..."
"You are lovely!"
"Flatterer! I hear my parents coming in. They are impatient to meet you!"
Linda and Marinos Korialis made a stunning couple. They were surprised to see their son dressed in a kilt and stated that the two of them were perfect together. Linda left for the kitchen to see if the house lady had the dinner under control. The 'menfolk' retired to the living room. The lads were invited to take a seat while Marinos asked, "With kilts on, we have to have a decent Scotch whisky, don't we? Let's see what we have in the bar..."
Alex and Tim glanced at each other smiling.
"I have a Bowmore... Will that do, Tim?"
"Yes Sir."
"Here we put ice cubes in the whisky... Do you mind?" inquired Marinos.
"No Sir..."
"When in Rome..." chanted Alex, mockingly...
"Do as the Romans!" added Marinos, much to his son's surprise.
There was a mini-fridge built in the bar with ice cubes galore. When Linda came back in, her white wine was on the coffee table beside the whisky glasses and ice bucket. She sat down facing Alex and Tim on the sofa. As Marinos poured the whisky, Linda said, "My, my, Tim, you are one gorgeous young man. With the contrast you are lovely beside our son. He's going to be proud to show you off to his mates! So you are a dancer... ballet, contemporary, jazz?"
"Contemporary, with notions of ballet, Ma'am."
"Interesting. Maybe you can give Alex a bit more elegance to his dance..."
"Alex's dance is Greek, dear! It's naturally elegant!" replied Marinos, taking a seat.
"Working together both their horizons will widen, darling... That's what I meant."
Lifting his glass, Marinos proposed a toast, "Let's drink to Tim! Alex's new English friend."
"Dad, Tim is Scottish..."
"What a blunder! Yes, Tim is Scottish... Whatever... Cheers to our dancing stars!" exclaimed Marinos.
Tim coughed a little sipping his whisky. Alex patted him on the back. Linda beamed looking at them together and Marinos nodded his approval.
The dinner was served by Aphrodite, the house lady, cook, maid, and laundry woman all in one. She was duly introduced to Tim and then disappeared into the kitchen. The dinner was succulent. Tim ate two servings, thoroughly enjoyed the wine, and devoured the ripe grapes served for dessert. Conversation was light. After dinner, Alex said they were going up on the roof for Tim to see their dance space and stargaze some before turning in.
"Live your life, boys, and be happy!" recommended Marinos as Linda said, "See you sometime tomorrow. Be good!"
"I can't believe this is where we'll dance! The velum will keep us in the shade, the sea breeze will keep us cool, and the view overlooking the islands is wonderful. The moon looks full..."
"Almost... It was full two days ago. Are you happy?"
"Does fire burn? I'm in heaven, Alex! Give me a hug!"
"Glad you asked!"
Both their kilts tented a little as they looked at each other, opening their arms.
Alex whispered, "Do I separate the bed? I've got fresh sheets for each."
"Don't bother..." whispered Tim, pulling Alex into his arms.
Looking at the stars, each of the lads had the other on his mind. Alex was wondering what Tim would taste like. He had never had sex with such an exquisite creature. He admitted to himself that he was completely smitten, not only by Tim's androgynous looks but also by his lithe way of moving and his humour. He was sweet and sharp at the same time.
Tim was still under the spell of Alex's natural scent. There was something both suave and savage about it. He also wanted to lick his radiant, silken skin... and stare into his deep brown eyes, nose to nose, and kiss his plump moist lips, and...
"Let's go down, piss, brush our teeth, and wash up before getting in bed," stated Alex, taking Tim by the hand.
Once in bed, Tim was leaking precum like mad when he felt Alex's foot touch his. He gently nudged back, his heart throbbing with hope for more -- and more did come.
Silently they slipped closer together. Alex gently slid his hand behind Tim's neck and pulled. With faces nearly touching, breathing each other's breath, Tim's mouth opened. Alex slowly placed his moist lips on Tim's. Both suddenly shivered as their tongues touched. Waves of sudden bliss swept through them, astonishing them, confusing them, overwhelming them. This wasn't going to be an ordinary hand job, blow job, or fuck... This was totally different, and they both felt a bit lost.
They instinctively pulled each other closer, not to dominate but to surrender to an imperious need to meld. Their kiss was deep, lingering, and meaningful, devoid of haste. Alex's hand caressed Tim's velvet back, his waist, then his cleft. Tim slid his hand inside Alex's thigh, delicately fondling his balls.
With cocks cradled together, slowly writhing, Tim began to quiver as his kiss wandered from Alex's mouth to his perspiring pit. The lascivious dance of their cocks pushing, rolling, softly thrusting became throbs. Suddenly Alex gasped as his cum surged. He clawed Tim's quivering buttocks. He crushed his shooting cock into Tim's pubis. Tim stifled a tiny squeal as his cock thrusted as well, spewing his creamy semen on Alex's firm abdomen.
Alex rolled over and gently kissed Tim's smiling lips. Tim squeezed Alex's arse, humming.
"Sleepy?" whispered Alex.
"Not really; just sticky," giggled Tim.
Alex seized Tim, belly to bell. Wiggling, their semen mixed together. Then he began to lick. Laughing, Tim did the same.
"Yummy, we taste good together, Alex!"
"Definitely delicious!"
They licked, rocking together, laughing. By unspoken instinct, their plump cocks found each other's thirsty mouth. Time seemed to stop. Again, no haste. They sucked on and on, like babes suckling, never bobbing their heads. They savoured the tenderness of basic delight, enjoying the subtle dance of each other's cock seeking home in their throats. Their thirst increased. The sheen of their perspiration glowed in the milky moonlight. They continued to suck, suckle, never jacking shafts. Their tongues danced around their glistening glans. Their throats opened as they hummed in harmonious unison the welcoming promise of sweet semen gushing. Their communion swelled, relishing them, deepening into an erotic trance. They sucked as if in prayer.
Suddenly their enraptured bodies froze. Their lower abdomens shook in a devastating orgasm, illuminating their souls with flashes of revival. Each fed the other with their life-giving offerings.
Catching their breath, satiated, they coiled together, sharing a tender last kiss. Gazing into each other's eyes, they began to realise that something deeper than lust was happening, binding them, purifying them. Neither dared utter a single word. They simply nodded as if to say 'yes', then smiling, they laid together enlaced, surrendering to a deep, serene sleep.
Both soundly slept until nearly ten. Alex woke up first. Tim had cast the sheet off him during the night and was sleeping on his back. He seemed to glow like Endymion in the classic paintings. Alex now knew what Tim tasted like, his smell, his texture, his subdued eagerness. He wondered about their night. What they did was so extremely different from the ordinary sex he was usually having since the age of twelve. Puzzled, aroused, and touched in his heart, Alex contemplated Tim's absolute beauty.
Tim stirred a bit, then lazily opened an eye. Seeing Alex sitting by him, he smiled. Alex melted and pulled Tim, still limp with slumber, into his arms.
Tim managed to ask, "Am I dead and in heaven? Are you an angel that looks like my friend, Alexandros?"
"You are not dead. You are in my bed and I'm your lover-friend, Alex, in flesh and blood, holding you tight."
Like a pair of pup foxes rollicking, they began tickling, nibbling, and lazily wrestling each other until Alex no longer containing himself, darted to the toilet, squeezing his stiff dick.
While waiting for the flow, Alex was joined by Tim, equally hard. After a moment, in unison they duelled with their streams, humming.
"Shower?"
"Shower!"
Lathering each other, Tim said, "I loved last night, but I still don't understand what we did. It was the best thing that ever happened to me. It was magic... but..."
"I feel the same way..." uttered Alex, tenderly washing Tim's face, "It was incredible and yet so calm, so serene, so... so... loving."
"I know what you mean..." replied Tim, taking the shower gel from Alex. As he washed Alex up front, he continued, "I sort of expected you to fuck me... I was ready -- but then that kiss... that first kiss sent bolts of lightning through me, making me tingle all over... I didn't want to hurry. I just wanted the kiss to never end. I forgot about being fucked..."
"I was going to fuck you indeed, but... but that kiss changed me too, confused me, made me feel light inside, feel you... and only you."
As they were rinsing off, Tim continued, "I only started having sex a year and a half ago but it was just a kind of hide and seek game, you know... the run-after-me-until-I-catch-you kind of game with the fellows in the locker room. I took it for granted that guys fuck the daylights out of me, pounding my arse like maniacs. Some wanted me to fuck them back, but I just got a backache. Then last night... What happened? Could it be love? Have you ever fucked or been fucked by someone you're in love with?
"Not yet... I didn't even know what being in love was... that is until you came into my life."
Alex began towelling Tim.
"Alex. I think I started falling in love with you when I saw your photo."
"For me, Tim, I didn't know a thing about love before last night. What I felt was so deep, so precious, so meaningful, without words..."
As Alex talked, Tim grabbed another towel and tenderly began rubbing him dry as well.
"Before last night, when I fucked, I felt I had to go and get it into that arse as fast as I could. I was always stressed about shooting off. When I was fucked it was the same. I had to have my arse filled as soon as I could. My fuck mates called me 'power bottom'... In fact, there was never anything close to love fucking like that. I imagined that shooting off was an orgasm. With you, Tim, I feel I just wanted to let love happen... I didn't care about shooting off. It just happened in a loving kiss, like just a passing thing. But after, as we sucked I had for the first time a real mind-blowing upheaval of ecstasy, an ORGASM."
"An orgasm of love?"
"I think so. Tim, I too began falling for you with your picture. Now I want to say I love you."
"Well say it. I can say it: I Love You, Alex!"
Shouting "I Love You Tim" Alex pulled Tim into a dance of jubilation as they turned like a top together in the bedroom, ending up by collapsing on the bed, laughing like mad. Things were now said and clear. A new life for each had just begun.
Aphrodite served them breakfast by the pool and asked what they wanted for lunch.
Alex translated.
"What are you having, Alex?"
"Pasta fredda! She's really good at that. It's a big pasta salad with egg and feta cheese and tomatoes and bacon and all!"
"I'd like that too."
"Good... I'll tell her to serve us at two."
"Perfect! Now, let's go up and dance!"
Alex brought his sound system up on the terrace and asked Tim, "What do we do now? How do we work?"
"I'd like to see you do a Zeibekiko and then I'll show you what I learned with your uncle and we can take it from there."
"Okay! And if you want to join me in my Zeibekiko straight away, feel free!"
The breeze was warm. There were a few lonely clouds hanging around in a hazy blue sky. The sea dazzled in the distance. A wave of wonderful music rose, and Alex began his dance for Tim. He was the eagle soaring, like Zeus descending to rapture Ganymede. His shirtless body gleamed in the shaded light of the velum hanging immobile overhead. Tim recognised the steps, the rhythm. Alex gave the dance a touch of unsuspected sensuality that enticed Tim to join in. Keeping the beat, the two lads densified the space surrounding them. Their movements intertwined, delicately brushing, skimming slick sweaty shoulders as the dance intensified in sensuality. Little by little they neglected the forms of the Zeibekiko and improvised their own dance. They danced body-to-body, moving as one, as if guided by some invisible hand caressing them. The music had ceased leaving them dancing to the sound of the cicadas, in grace, in love.
Finally realising that the music was over, they stopped and hugged each other laughing, proud as if they had won some kind of championship together.
Fondling Tim's cock and balls, Alex exclaimed, "I love you! You! YOU!".
Returning the favour Tim gently grabbed Alex's crotch and echoed, "I love you too!"
Standing face to face, with each other's sex in hand they laughed simply because they were happy, then squeezing each other's rising erection, they kissed.
"Alex, can you teach me the Sirtaki?"
"Of course I can! It's our favourite dance."
By two o'clock they could dance a devilish Sirtaki, hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, heart to heart. Beaming with pride, and nearly dead tired, they took place at the lunch table. Aphrodite asked something.
"She asks if we want wine? Do you?"
Tim nodded, smiling.
"I'm taking Retsina... You should try it. "
"Whatever's fine with me!"
Alex told Aphrodite to bring them retsina and ice water.
As they ate, thunder clouds piled up over the island.
"Looks like we have a good storm brewing. We always need more rain here!" commented Alex.
"I love storms. I think they're sexy. Do you know that in French the word 'foudre' which means 'lightning' and 'foutre' which means 'fuck or cum' have the same origin. Storms make me horny," stated Tim.
"Interesting. Maybe we could take a nap during the storm," suggested Alex, with a coy smile.
"Brilliant idea!" laughed Tim, eagerly nodding.
Gusts of dusty winds were blowing as Alex closed the shutters. The bedroom was cool, dim, and the big white bed inviting. Tim began to undress as Alex went to fetch the monoi oil. When he returned Tim was laying nude on the bed with a dreamy look on his face. Tim recognised the oil vial. He smiled in anticipation. Alex stripped and crawled up next to Tim. They kissed, caressing each other's rump.
"Dancing with you, Tim, was like a dream..." whispered Alex taking the vial from the night table.
"Yes, our dance was better than a dream... Give me the oil. Let me do it."
Tim poured some oil in the palm of his hand and rubbed his arse, prodding his hole. Then he anointed Alex's dribbling cock. Tim then laid on his back and pulled his knees up against his chest.
Lightning struck!
"Please, Alex, I need you inside me."
"Are you open?"
"I don't care!" pled Tim spreading his thighs even wider, arching his rump.
Alex, knelt, placed his glans, leaking with precum on the tiny hole winking in anticipation.
Tim seized Alex's buttocks and urged him to enter.
Startled by a bolt of close lightning striking, Alex fell forward. Tim gasped as the thunder rolled. Alex was suddenly deep inside Tim. His cock throbbed. He dared not move. Wind and rain thrashed on the shutters. Tim's anal muscles squeezed the treasure they now held captive. Tim pulled Alex's face to his. Wide-eyed they looked into each other's soul. Their mouths were a bit agape, their breathing was quick, quivering. Lightning was now striking everywhere.
Riding the storm, their instinctive fuck-dance began. Tim cooed, moaned, and hummed as he pushed back to meet Alex's heaving undulations. Alex stirred his cock inside Tim, rolling, gently thrusting, clawing Tim's shoulders. Both were again moving as one. Tim clasped his legs around Alex's waist, holding him in their grip. Alex kissed, almost biting Tim's slim neck. He drooled, gasped, lost in a whirlwind of total abandon. Ultimately surrendering to the urgent surges of semen churning in some unfathomable depths of his flesh, Alex bucked, pumped, and hunched until, on the verge of fainting, he howled, exploding, tingling, vibrating, quaking from head to toe, his cum miraculously gushing deep into his beloved.
Panting, their faces locked cheek against cheek, they remained immobile. Tim's arse still held Alex's cock inside. It oozed, slightly softening.
Catching their breath, entangled together, Tim whispered, "I saw stars in the storm... Good God, I so love you, Alexandros Korialis!"
"Please, Tim! Fuck me! Fill me! Fulfil me."
"Now?"
"Now!"
Distant thunder echoed as Tim penetrated Alex, moving ever so gently. Alex was still coming down from his orgasm. Once Tim's cock was embedded deep inside, outside, a gentle rain was falling. Tim let nature take over. He slowly moved his throbbing cock, completely surrendering to a rising tide of total bliss. Then, out of the blue, much to Tim's surprise, Alex suddenly went wild.
Tim held on the best he could as Alex bucked, grunting his frenzy. With Tim inside, Alex stood the best he could on the soft mattress. Back to belly, they pushed together, sweating, moaning, writhing with all their might. At one point, losing control, Alex grabbed Tim's arse from behind and pushed him in as deep as he could. With his head thrown back, wide-eyed, mouth agape, Alex drooled, shooting semen everywhere. Lost in his orgasm, his arse clenched Tim's cock triggering his own orgasm. Tim howled, lost for the first time in total overwhelming ecstasy.
After a breathless instant, they collapsed, melting immobile on the bed. Neither had lasted long. Tim's slender cock slowly slipped out as he turned to face Alex. Hugging each other, legs entwined, their lips slightly touching, they remained motionless like that until they both began chuckling... at first, just a few giggles then explosions of hearty male laughter. The sharp scent of young sex filled the room. The world was theirs!
"Ready to hit the pool?" uttered Alex, still high from all the intense loving.
"Never been readier!" declared Tim, superb.
Holding hands, they ran and dived directly into the water. Alex yelped, "It's freezing!"
"The rain, my love... the rain."
They thrashed about, laughing. Then Alex shouted, "Tim, let's go back inside! I've an idea!"
"A warm shower?"
"Yes, and more than that..."
As they were soaping each other, Alex stated, "Tonight we're going to go busking. We're going to stun all Mykonos, And all my mates are going to die having fits of jealousy!"
"Don't we need more work?"
"Hell no! We have our love, our bodies are skilled, we move like professionals. All we have to do is let love flow to the music. The dance is already there! In fact, we are twin stars spinning in space together!"
Still a bit hesitant, Tim asked, "What do we wear?"
"I've got two pairs of the sexist cut offs you can imagine! We'll stuff our stuff in them and create a riot dancing. I know the guy who runs a great taverna... He's got good music. We'll improvise a really torrid Zeibekiko followed by a Sirtaki and then pass the hat... Oh Tim!! I didn't know I had been waiting for you all my life! "
"When do we go?"
"After dinner, around ten. I'm going to call Stavros at the Skandinavian Bar... It's one of the classier hangouts for the gays. It draws a nice crowd. I'll ask him to let me talk with the DJ. We can perform before the disco gets going inside."
Linda and Marinos Korialis found their son and his guest changed. The lads were relaxed, laughing, and obviously on very good terms.
"Had a good day, boys, in spite of the storm?" inquired Linda.
"Great, Mum! This morning we danced like mad, but this afternoon with the storm we stayed in, talked and really got to know each other," replied Alex, with Tim standing beside him.
"And you, Tim, did you enjoy your first day with us?"
"More than I can say, Ma'am," answered Tim, giving Alex a very sweet smile.
"I see..." nodded Linda, caressing Tim's reddening cheek.
"You fellows don't waste time, do you?"
"Mum, it's our destiny!"
Marinos invited Alex and Tim to join him in the living room. They chatted about dance, the storm, and the project of going into town to busk that evening. Drinks were served, then dinner was served, and close to nine, Alex and Tim asked to be excused to go get ready.
"Do you guys already know where you'll do your performance?" inquired Linda.
"We'll probably start around 10:15 PM at the Skandinavian. Dad, why don't you treat Mum to a night on the town, come and take a look at your future superstars?"
"We just might do that... Sounds like fun," replied Marinos, looking at Linda. She was beaming.
Alex had way too many clothes, more than he could ever wear, and Tim was just his size. So, instead of cut-offs, they decided it would be better to not look too much like cheap hookers in America. They chose to wear jeans. They decided to go commando in the smallest pairs in the closet. The result was elegant, young, with just the right bulge. For the top they chose two old baggy white T-shirts and cut off the sleeves. After a good warm-up in the shower, Alex helped Tim put a touch of gloss on his lips.
Standing side by side, they gave themselves a last check in the mirror. Tim said, "With the way we look, if the crowd's too excited, we just might get eaten alive!"
"That's what happened to the god Dionysus when the Bacchantes tore him into pieces. Sparagmos! Don't worry, we'll defend each other!" reassured Alex, holding Tim by the shoulder.
They drove away, light hearted and ready to conquer the island.
They parked and walked into town. When they showed up at the Skandinavian, the terrace was already filling up. Most of the clients were young, handsome, and impatient to have fun. Alex introduced Tim to Stavros who covered them both with compliments. Then Alex and Stavros talked some in Greek while Tim looked around, trying to understand where he actually was.
When Alex came back he said, "Stavros wants us to do two gigs, one at 10:30 and another at midnight, both on the terrace. For the second gig he said we must not turn the clients on too much. He doesn't want trouble and judging from our looks together, he says we could light fire under a pouring rain. So he just wants us to just keep it cool and enjoy."
"We'll be ourselves, Alex. I only arrived yesterday and still don't really know where I am. All I know is that love hit me like a bolt of lightning and our dance is magic... for the rest, you're my guide. Okay?"
"I'm your man, Tim! By the way, I was hit by the same bolt!"
At 10:30 PM Tim stood on one side of the small clearing in the centre of the terrace, Alex on the other side. The disco music faded and the Zeibekiko music filled the air. Tim and Alex swaggered into the space, looking at each other, with their thumbs hooked in their jeans, just above the fly. Tim slowly curved his back, opening his arms. Alex followed in rhythm and the dance began. The crowd hushed. The moment was pure magic. Tim's golden hair glowed, swaying around his god-like face, a moist smile on his lips as Alex's classic Greek beauty worked its charm.
The two lads closed in on each other as their dances began to meld. They radiated an extremely pure sensuality. Nothing provocative, nothing vulgar, simply the beauty of their evident love for each other turned their dance into an event. Also, perhaps the most important thing about the moment was the communicable pleasure they were having dancing together. Their movements surfed on the pulsating waves of the music. At one point Alex's arm wrapped around Tim's back. Tim fell back, arching, carried by Alex. They turned, spinning, playfully carrying each other. Then on cue with the music, they froze, standing side by side, holding each other by the shoulder. The very familiar Sirtaki's first chords echoed. The crowd screamed. The dancers kneeled, stood, cross-stepped, smiling at each other. Then they took each other by the hand and began the intricate steps, accelerating with stunning skill. Alex then left Tim alone in the centre. The crowed clapped the beat. Tim became dancing fire! His solo was incredibly precise. He barely touched the ground. Then Alex dashed into the space dancing his solo for Tim, giving all the love he was worth. Then they rushed together grabbing each other by the shoulder and together they danced in perfect unison the final measures of the Sirtaki before seizing each other in a massive hug, burying their faces into each other's sweaty neck. The crowd went wild. A disco version of the Sirtaki began. The whole terrace started dancing.
Alex and Tim were still locked in an embrace as Linda and Marinos elbowed their way in to wrap their arms around the lads, exclaiming, "You were wonderful! Love overflowed in every move. You were BEAUTIFUL -- beyond words!"
"I'm more than proud of you both, of you two together. Congratulations!" added Marinos.
With tears of joy flowing down their cheeks, Alex and Tim kissed. The crowd screamed.
As Linda and Marinos were about to leave, Alex explained that they had a second gig to do at midnight and they didn't know how late they would be coming back.
"Have fun!" shouted Linda leaving.
Escaping the crowd, Tim and Alex found refuge in a dressing room. They drank a whole bottle of water and then sat, staring at each other.
"We did it..." whispered Tim.
"Yes, we did!" echoed Alex.
Stavros came in bubbling over with compliments in Greek. He explained to Alex that he had the waiters going around with bowls saying, "Money for the dancers". He then suggested they go take a walk on the beach to cool off and get ready for the midnight gig, adding that the word's already going around about them. They'll be facing an enthusiastic crowd.
Tim and Alex sat together at the end of the jetty, their feet dangling over the water. The sea breeze cooled their relaxed faces. Admiring the lights of the harbour dancing on the water, they held hands, leaning together shoulder to shoulder.
"Do you sail, Tim?"
"I was a Sea Cadet for six years... I love sailing. Why?"
"We've got a boat. My parents never use it, I don't like to sail by myself, and I don't trust my mates aboard..."
"Do you want us to sail away in the sunset together?" teasingly swished Tim.
"Absolutely! Maybe we could even live aboard together."
"For the rest of the summer?"
"For the rest of our lives..."
"Oh my God yes!"
Conclusion:
The second gig was a triumph and Stavros expected them to come back whenever they wanted. Tim and Alex came home with €563. Tim loved Alex's 30' sailboat. They explained to Linda and Marinos that they wanted to sail away busking, together.
Marinos said, "Boys, the boat is yours. I'll have it put in Alex's name and pay for the upkeep and insurance until you're 21... that is only if you're still together."
Tim called his father and told him about all that was happening. The lads decided to fly together to Edinburgh for a visit with Professor Cameron and show Scotland to Alex. Sean Cameron loved Alex like a second son!
The boat was renamed 'Terpsis' which means full enjoyment, delight, gladness, pleasure, etc... They moved aboard and sailed up to the Sporades for the winter, busking along the way.
Stavros made the contacts for them to perform in several clubs in Athens and Thessaloniki. Dimitris came to see them when they did their thing in London. He was impressed saying, "Boys, your love and dance together are your destiny. Respect it and go all the way!"
If you'd like, there's a pdf file with pictures of Tim, Alex, and Terpsis upon request at maringiustinian@gmail.com
Cheers,
Marin Giustinian