Greek Love

By Demitiri Symone

Published on Oct 3, 2009

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Copyright- My name is Demitiri and I am a 18 year old Russian male and this is another time for me writing these types of stories. Please enjoy because I'd like to continue writing stories. Thoughts, comments, suggestions, or would you just want to talk? Please be gentle.

Email- demitiriK@yahoo.com. I don't bite =]

Notes- I hope you enjoy this story. Its kinda/sorta true but not all the way. Enjoy. =]

Apollo sat quietly on his bed as the rain marched against the window and the lightning was making bright patterns of dance in the midnight sky. The sky outside was blackened as far as the eye could see and with all the lights off in his house he was able to truly appreciate the beauty of mother nature. Apollo looked aimlessly at the ceiling as he twirled his soft, curly, jet black hair in his pale fingers. On nights like this he would usually be cuddled up with his boyfriend Hermes but because of Hermes never trusting him they broke it off. Apollo was heart broken not only because he lost his boyfriend of two years but because he lost his best friend of 17 years. Even though Hermes was two years they had been best friends since Apollo's birth, always hanging around each other, always going out with each other, they were completely inseprable. As they grew older there was a vibe between the two that everyone, besides them, saw but they finally got the picture and turned their friendship into a relationship. The idea of Dionysus, maenads, and Bacchus were replaced with his crush Aren.

Aren was the human embodiment of a Greek god with curly bronze hair, green eyes, slender nose, soft lips, and a body that looked to be carved out of stone. Even though he was openly gay that didn't stop him from flirting with straight girls.. and a couple of straight guys. But what bought Apollo to Aren was his strong and dominating personality. He was the most popular person in school, played snare in the school band, was a quarterback for football, point guard for basketball, and was even in the Honor Society. In short Aren was the man of all men.

Apollo was similar in looks to Aren apart from his long and curly black hair, long legs and arms, and he was very skinny with pale skin. For a while many people thought he was anorexic because he was bony and never ate the school lunch. His reason for not eating was because it didn't appeal to him and he had a slow metabolism. He might have looked hungry but most of the time he really wasn't. Apollo was for the most part a timid soul in school, usually alone, didn't play sports, had good but not excellent grades, and he hated talking to people who didn't speak Greek. He wasn't a racist at all but because of his thick accent he sounded funny when speaking his broken English and all the kids would laugh at him so he stopped.

The next day during a class in high school Greek mythology Apollo arrived a bit later than usual and the only seat was one next to Aren in the back. He sat down quietly and instead of copying down notes he doodled an intricate drawing of a woman on a blank sheet of notebook paper. The woman had long strawberry blonde hair and a few freckles on her skinny cheeks. Her body was slim and her lips were a vixen colored red. Her slender nose was situated nicely between her seductive green eyes. When he finished coloring in her sunflower dress he wrote in cursive the name of his deceased mother, Athena Socrates 1975 to 2007. A beautiful name for a beautiful woman.

Apollo couldn't help but shed a few tears as he began to reminisce on all the wonderful things his mother had done for him. She took him all through Greece to see national monuments, ancient pieces of history and even other countries just to admire their vast beauty. Aren reached his arm over and softly wiped away the tears that started to stain the drawing.

"I don't want you to mess up your pretty picture."

"Thank you."

"Awe you do have a funny accent!"

When Apollo heard this he immediately threw his hands up into the air and slouched back in the desk. What he thought was a soft moment was actually a chance for Aren to make fun of him.

"Don't get mad, I think your accent is cute."

"Oh."

"So who's the lady in the picture?"

"Mom."

"Sorry that she passed. But if you need anybody I'm here for you."

Apollo had a million butterflies in his stomach when Aren said that. When his mother died, if it wasn't for Hermes being there for him, he felt like he wanted to take his life away to be with her. Despite the fact that Athena got pregnant with her only child at the tender age of 17 she gave the absolute world for Apollo. There was nothing to good for him and for that he feels as though he is forever in the debt of his mother's side of the family, as they played a huge role in his uprising.

"Apollo!"

"Huh?"

"Why do you always do that? Do you have a crush on me?"

Aren had this uncanny little thing where he would smile with his eyes or talk to somebody in a very caring yet playful tone. It was the cutest thing anybody could ever do.

"Why do I always do what?"

"Somebody starts talking to you and then you just drift off into a whole 'nother world. I was calling your name for ten times and you were totally gone."

"You're were calling my name ten times? I like that." I tried to imitate his playful tone but it didn't sound as though it worked.

"So cute. What's your number?"

I quickly ripped off a small sheet of paper and gingerly scribbled down my number. The rest of the school day ran right past me and just like that I ran home awaiting from some type of notification from Aren. The fact that another boy was taking my mind away from Hermes was icing on the cake. I once thought Hermes was the perfect man, he was an honest gentlemen with no alterior motives, always doing sweet little gestures that may have seemed like nothing to other people but they were the world to me. He protected me, comforted me, never let me down, but because of my quiet and secretive behavior he felt as though I was never fully in his possesion and he dumped me. And no I never thought it was wrong for me to be his possesion. He didn't want me around other guys, I didn't want him around other guys either. He was in my possesion also.

Brrrrrrnnngggg! The loud ringing of my phone snapped me out of my trance and I looked down to see a call from an unknown number.

"Yasou?"

"You sound sexy in Greek, Apollo."

"Efcharisto poli."

"I hope you know I don't speak Greek."

"Why don't you?"

"I don't know. I can easily read the language and understand it but it just can't be spoken."

"Thats interesting."

I heard the faint sound of him chuckling in the background.

"What is so funny, Aren?"

"Its your accent! Its just too cute and I can't help but laugh."

I remained silent. Maybe with my silence he would realize I don't like to made fun of because of the way I sound. It's quite humiliating if you ask me.

"Come on Apollo, I'm sorry you don't like your accent but its fucking cute and you better learn to like it!"

"Whats so cute about it?"

"Its like a Russian prostitute and a teenage American girl. How in the world you got that type of accent I'll never understand."

"Did you call me to make feel bad?"

"No I called you because I like you. And why do you have to be so tempermental. Its just a bunch of jokes, so take them and shut up."

Something about a man telling me to what I better do and to shut up was making me crazy horny. I caressed my quickly hardening cock which was trapped in the soft prison of my thick sweats. No underwear for me, bad for the sperm. I wanted Aren to run over to my house, throw me down, and have his way with me.

"So what ya doing?"

"Aren, lets be serious here. What you want?"

I tried to sound stern but my heavy accent just made me sound foolish in my attempts at speaking English. I heard him try to muffle his giggles in the background.

"I want you. Now is that so bad Apollo?"

"No."

"Good so I'll see you later?"

"Do you even know where I live?"

"Aha! Where the fuck you be at then?"

"Wysteria Lane, 407."

"Are you for real? Thats some housewife shit! But get ready and I'll see you when I see you kid."

He hung up before I could get one word out. To some he may have seemed like a jerk but to me he seemed like a wonderful person. Guys who were rude, obnixous and indifferent were tons of more fun than guys who were sweet, caring, and put you on a pedostal. Something about a guy grabbing me by your throat, pushing me up against a wall, and giving me the kiss of a lifetime gives me an erection so hard it hurts. When Aren called me it was 7:23PM and after taking a nap until 12 I saw he hadn't bothered to call me back. I sat in the plush leather couch of my livingroom, phone in hand, impatiently awaiting his call. Maybe he played me? Oh well that's what I get for getting hooked in so easily. I was slowly walking to my kitchen for a small snack until I heard a violent knocking on my back door. Standing on my tippy toes to look out the window I saw Aren leaned up against a wooden pole smoking a cigarette, looking devishly sexy.

"Endaxi?"

"Come here Apollo."

"Its cold out here how about you put out the cigarette and come in."

"Ugh, you don't listen."

He pulled me by my arm and spun me around so my butt was placed comfortably on his lap. I felt his cock snake down to the bottom of my crack. And despite me freezing my brains out in the cold Greek weather Aren just tightened his grip around my torso. He may have thought he was warming me up but his leather jacket was making things worse.

"Yo you smoke babe?"

"No, its nasty."

"Haha this is wonderful what the hell is wrong with you?"

"Do you have to be so rude?"

"I don't have to. But I prefer to be this way and if you don't like it just run along and go to sleep. You have my permission."

He released his grip and gave me a slight push towards my back door. Instead of walking inside I fell back into his lap and wrapped his arms around my torso. He bent his head down into my neck and gave me small little bites all over.

"Damn what the fuck Aren are you a vampire or something?"

He giggled a bit and gave me one hard bite on the side of my neck.

"Nah I'm not. But hey I just wanted to bite you."

"Can we please go inside?"

"No we're gonna stay out here for longer."

"Its so cold!"

"Ok fine."

I'm thinking he's finally going to come into home but no he just picks me up and places me gently face up on the wide swinging chair of my porch. To my surprise he lays on top of me with his head sitting on my chest and he plays with my nipples which got hard because of the cold.

"Aren you're fucking huge. How tall are you?"

"Ten inches, and then I'm 6'3. What's your numbers?"

"A meager 6 inches and 5'8."

"Damn you my shorty now. But anyway tell me some stuff about you."

"What do you want to know?"

"Everything and then some. I want to know your deepest darkest secrets, I want to know what scares you and what excites you, I want to know what makes you mad and sad."

"Damn thats lot of information!"

"Where's your dad?"

"I don't know. When mom got pregnant he fled country."

"Thats fucked up. You better not do nothing like that with our kids."

"We having kids?"

"Well we're gonna adopt a few. And don't try to run away because I will find you, and hurt you."

Even though we were both just playing around I could hear the seriousness in his voice. We weren't even an official couple yet he was discussing our kids, where we would live, and what else would happen in our future. I didn't mind it because a future with Aren is a good future to me.

"Aren?"

"Yes?"

"Can we please go inside? I'll do anything."

"I'm gonna hold you to that. Let's go!"

He threw me over his shoulder and ran into my house in a rapid search for the bedroom. I tried telling him where to run but some people are just too stubborn. When we finally hit my room he plopped down on my king sized bed and stared all around. The piano black drapes that cascaded over my window were being quietly blown by the soft wind, he turnt around to see the wall I was painting. At that point it was just blotches of color splattered against the wall but when I finished it was supposed to be a painting of the Solar System. Arts, the universe, and Greek mythology are pretty much the only things that interest me. Well besides the next piece of meat that is.

"Do you like to paint Apollo?"

"Yeah it's kinda my thing. I wanna do it professionally"

"Paint me baby."

I walked into my closet in search of my canvas paper. When I came back I saw Aren had stripped fully naked and was standing on my bed, like a king, just for me. His entire body looked to be covered in a light bronze glaze, his abs were clearly defined with a v-cut directly under them, his long legs were muscular and skinny much like his arms, and his dick was hanging there looking like a cooked piece of salami.

"Are you enjoying what you see?"

"I.. I.. I didn't mean to stare."

"You can stare all you want."

"Umm, can you get off bed?"

When he jumped down his balls gave a loud slap against his thighs and as Aren walked past me he took my fingers and brushed them up against his long cock. I felt a chill run through my spine and couldn't even move a muscle.

"Ok paint me!"

I turned my body to see Aren standing there holding his meat tightly in his hand and smiling at me. Instead of reaching down to grab a paintbrush I reached down and grabbed his cock, it really was a mistake from me not paying attention. He took his hands off and place my other hand underneath his big balls. I didn't knownif we were going to have sex or if I was just going to stand there and jerk him off. I hope it was sex though because being dominated by this deity was something I needed not wanted.

"You're bullshitting me."

He pulled my hands off and pushed me down to my knees so I was facing his cock. I knew what he wanted and I had no problem giving it. Taking one deep breath I parted my lips and licked on the thick mushroom of his cock. Licking up and down the massive shaft I juggled the balls and bit down timidly on his head. Taking another deep breath I tried to deepthroat his cock down to the pubes but when I started gagging there was a good five inches of cock still out. He grabbed the back of my head and slowly pushed in more of his cock, inch by inch. Despite my gagging and spitting all over his dick I wanted him to keep going. When he finally got the entire ten inch monster in my mouth I bit down tightly and slid my teeth all the way down until I hit the head.

"Holy fuck!"

Instead or going back down on his cock I seductively slipped out of my sweats and wife beater to reveal my pale skinny body. Never before have I felt so nervous. Aren just stood there looking me up and down, he brushed my hair back to expose my entire face and yet againt bit down on my neck. He grabbed my cock and gave me a wink accompanied with a smile that certified the fact that he wanted me. He turned me around and threw my body onto the bed. I arched my back so my bubble butt was in the air in anticipation of what he was going to do. He poured a good amount of lube into my hole and my cheeks and spread it around with his dick. I was pleasently surprised by the sheer weight of the meat.

"Do me a favor Apollo."

"What is it?"

"Relax and enjoy the ride!"

He slammed the entire cock deep into my tight hole and I screamed out in pain. I tried to pull away but he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back down on his cock.

"Take it!"

"I can't!"

But no matter what I said it didn't phase him. Aren kept a strong grip on my shoulders and was power fucking me to hell. I could hear his huge balls slapping against my thighs and his cock hitting some bodily organs. But by now I was enjoying this fuck and wanted him to go in harder. He grabbed two fistfuls of my hair and I tried my hardest to keep up with his quick pace.

"Fuck me! Ah shit fuck me Aren!"

He was hitting me so good I couldn't even talk right, I was slurring my words left and right. Aren had me in heaven everytime he pulled his dick out to the head and then shoved it back in deeper than before. The feeling was the absolute bees knees and I came everytime he did it. My moaning was out of control but I couldn't help it, his sex abilities were off the fuckig Richter Scale. Aren grabbed my head and bit down on my ear lobes as he pounded me into the bed. Whispering all kinds of dirty things into my ear my cock was just leaking sperm onto the comforter.

"Want me to fuck you harder?"

"Yea you like the big dick?"

"Don't you, you fucking slut!"

"Take it, take it!"

"I'm gonna fuck you up!"

And then suddenly he stopped. I turned myself on my back in confusion and he grabbed my legs and threw them over his shoulders. Aren slammed his rock hard cock into my hole and just continued on an angered rampaging fuck. He was going in and out like a jackhammer and the pleasure was too much for just one person. I bit down on his bottom lip to conceal my scream but everytime I did that he worked up the extra strength to fuck me harder than before. I felt his cock thicken to size of a can and he pulled out my ass to push into my mouth. Without giving me time to breathe he had half his cock in my mouth while I quickly jerked the outside shaft.

He let out one last neighborhood waking moan and shot load after load down my throat. There was so much of his warm sperm comming out I couldn't swallow it all and ended up letting some of it drip out of my mouth and on his dick. When I opened I gargled some sperm and then quickly swallowed it down.

"I don't think I'm going to walk for a few days."

"Consider yourself lucky Apollo."

"Why?"

"Because I usually fuck a lot harder than that."

"Then why'd you go so easy to me?"

"You're a delicate little flower. But don't worry I'm get you, and I'm gonna get you so fucking good."

"I can't wait baby."

"Good, no go make me something to eat."

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