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FATHER AND SON
By Grayhair99
September on Cyprus - when figs, grapes and pomegranates are in season. I used to come to this spot and park on the side of the road dividing the orchard filled with this fruit from the narrow strip of pebble beach. Located on the outskirts of Paphos, this area had many orchards owned by well-groomed local Cypriots as well as forlorn Turks who had abandoned this part of the island and moved to the north during the inter-ethnic conflict. While lying on the beach under the scorching sun I always dreamed of quenching my thirst with fruit from the neighboring orchard.
At the edge of the village there was a small building similar to a country cottage. Sometimes the owners would come to this cottage but I was reluctant to start up a conversation with them.
Once when I came to this usually abandoned beach, I spotted two men basking in the sun at my favorite spot near the water's edge. I went up closer to them, greeted them (in English) and began the usual small talk about the good weather and calm sea. They responded in kind, agreeing about the weather and invited me to join them if I was alone. I sat next to one of them on the pebbles but they immediately invited me to share their large beach towel. I accepted their invitation and, like them, lay down on my stomach.
My neighbor turned out to be much friendlier than his companion and we began discussing the standard subjects, like "have you been here for a long time?", "where did you come from?", "Are you alone or with your family?" and so on. During the course of the conversation I found out that my new acquaintances were native Cypriots
Although 30 years old they were not married and liked to spent time in the company of men. In response to my further questions about these preferences my neighbor said he would rather not go into details considering the negative view about such topics in his country. After these words it became obvious to me that the young man didn't want to admit that he was gay.
(N.B. In rather conservative Cyprus there has long been discrimination against same-sex orientation, and only very recently have the people there become more tolerant and same-sex marriages have even been permitted).
The second young man added little to our conversation and even fell asleep listening to our chatting and the sound of the waves. The body of the young man lying next to me, whose name was Dimitrios, was quite close to mine so when we moved around we unintentionally touched each other. This did not bother him at all. Emboldened by this, from time to time, as a sign that I appreciated certain things he said, I caressed him with my palm along his back and even on his supple buns highlighted by his tight speedo.
At one point I turned over on my back, placed my hand right under his side and gradually slid it under his belly. Dimitrios got up on his elbows and knees, thus leaving enough space for my hand to slide under the top of his speedo and feel his engorging shaft. He looked all around and glanced at his friend sleeping next to him.
Then he faced me and with his free hand pushed his speedo lower so that the elastic speedo top was under his scrotum. I grasped his now completely reachable cock with my hand and began to squeeze it gently all along his shaft. Dimitrios reached for my shorts, unzipped them and also grasped my completely engorged cock in his hand.
While jerking each other off, just to be sure we kept looking all around us and gradually increased the rhythm. Fear of being caught compelled us to more active and quick movements and that brought both of us to the point of no return. And that happened rather quickly. First Dimitrios and then I aimed the contents of our balls toward each other. The thick white liquid from his shaft shot onto my thigh and dripped onto the towel. A few seconds later the spurts from my balls then covered his black bush and diminishing cock with thick white cream.
With a sigh of relief we both pulled on our swim trunks and rushed to jump into the sea. When we came out of the water we saw a masculine figure in lightweight jogging shorts running along the edge of the sea and gradually approaching us. Dimitrios waved to the runner, called him and invited him to join us. When Dimitrios introduced me I was pleasantly surprised to learn that this new stranger was his father. He cordially stretched out his hand and informed me that his name was Nikos.
When he heard my name and nationality, his smile widened and he said he loved Russians but had never had an opportunity to converse with them because of the language barrier. Nikos was pleased that I knew English and suggested that we meet in the near future to continue our discussion. My surprise was even greater when my new acquaintance invited me to visit him the next day in his home surrounded by the same coveted orchard across the road from the beach. After a short farewell, his father continued jogging along the beach and the son, after waking up his friend, set off toward the house in the orchard.
After noon the next day I again came to the same parking lot across from the orchard and remembering the invitation I had received the day before, walked along the gravel road toward my new friends' house. I caught sight of Nikos working in the middle of his orchard. When he saw me, he quickly came up to me, greeted me warmly not only with a handshake but also hugged my shoulders. He wanted to show me his orchard and during our stroll he picked some fruit from the trees and offered it to me. Soon my pockets and arms were filled with fruit and we set out for his house.
As soon as we entered the house Nikos skillfully opened up a pomegranate and handed me half of it. He taught me how to eat the seeds by swallowing them whole and told me about the useful qualities of this fruit. During the course of our conversation he asked me many questions about my country, talked about his profession and his passion for making wine. He also shared about his life in the summer on the seashore. He remembered that once he saw two men kissing and hugging on the beach and how that displeased him. But most of the time he talked about his love of tending the orchard and making wine.
Then he mentioned that unfortunately he had become less active because of low back pain. I sympathized with him and offered to give him a light massage, which might lessen his pain. He accepted my offer, took off his t-shirt and lay down on his stomach on a wide bed. After applying olive oil (the pride of Cypriot orchards) to my hands, I began massaging his back muscles. Since his shorts hindered massaging the lower part of his body, I suggested that he remove them. Without any embarrassment Nikos bared his buttocks and with legs slightly spread apart stretched out on his stomach.
I kneaded the muscles on his legs gradually getting nearer to his crotch along the back of his legs, and then I intentionally touched behind his balls with my fingers. This activity bothered Nikos so he put his legs together and turned over on his back. I continued the massage at first on his chest covered with short dark hair and his stomach. On his lower legs I kneaded his calves and spent more time on his hips. Here again I progressed along the inner part of his thighs getting closer and closer to his scrotum.
Now this time my "patient", with his eyes shut, showed no discomfort when I touched his intimate parts. Moreover, his cock gradually increased in size, moved and rose to an erection along the upper part of his thighs. I continued the massage below his stomach and carefully touched his erection. At a certain point I grasped it with my well-oiled fingers and pulled down his foreskin, exposing his bright pink tip. A large drop of clear precum oozed out of the opening on the tip. Nikos' body tensed up, his balls rose upward from the mattress and his erect shaft pointed straight up. These movements and light groans proved that this complete massage was pleasing to my "patient".
With my free hand I unzipped my shorts, took out my erect cock through the opened fly and began to rub it with longitudinal movements. I brought my head closer to my partners crotch, kissed its shining tip after licking the lubricant streaming out of it, placed my lips on his frenulum and in that position began to move along the outside of the shaft down to the convex urethra. In addition I was sucking it a bit and gently biting it with my teeth.
When I reached his balls I put one of them into my mouth and then after several attempts I inserted the second one as well. Having carefully licked them with my tongue and moistened them with saliva I took them out of my mouth. With my lips I again grasped the proudly standing steel rod and made my way to the alluring, radiant and supple tip of his cock. At the same time I grasped his shaft with my fingers and began to slide his foreskin from the base to the top and back. Having inserted my tongue into the foreskin I licked around the head, alternating the direction of the movement.
Resting on his hands behind the back of his head Nikos craved having his cock completely ensconced in a warm place so with a movement of his buttocks he thrust his cock into my mouth which was hovering above it. When he felt the warm nest he began to wag his pelvis and fuck my mouth. I helped him by playing with my tongue and squeezing with my fingers in a circular motion.
These combined efforts were directed toward a single goal - complete climax in the form of orgasm. Exclamations by Nikos in a language I do not understand, tensing of his body and cock, spurts of warm liquid into my mouth and a final thrust with his cock deep into my throat were all a signal that it had happened.
Moving away from his diminishing phallus I wiped my lips with the back of my hand and sat on my haunches near Nikos' hips. He stretched out his hand toward my standing hard-on, his firmly clenched hand grasped it and brought me to ecstasy. Streams of my sperm splashed against his limp cock and slowly trickled down to his balls.
We both looked at that intriguing phenomenon and laughed loudly. While he was dressing, Nikos again remembered seeing the two men kissing and admitted that there is some mystery and charm in the intimacy between men that he did not want to accept previously.
With a smile I added that even people very close to him might enjoy such mutual pleasure. But he didn't understand my intimation. During the course of several subsequent meetings / always followed by whole- body massage and happy ending, Nikos talked about his son and said the frequent visits with his adult son's friends and their overnight stays in his house were only innocent stag parties.
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