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Chapter 77 ended
When they got to the dinning room, they found the four girls there, but no Jeff. The girls, still a little worse for wear, were even more upset when they discovered the two boys did not have a trace of a hangover at all; but they still did not realise that this was because J and Gerald had not swallowed anywhere near as much alcohol as the girls had. And this played into their hands once more as the girls all said they intended to go back to their dorm to try and sleep it off; giving the boys the opportunity to continue to be alone together. However they also wanted to rest and after setting the alarm in J's watch, they lay down, naked of course, next to each other on their makeshift double bed and within minutes were sound asleep.
Chapter 78
At the appointed time, J's watch alarm woke him by vibrating against his wrist. Slowly J woke up and once he realised what was happening he managed to switch the alarm off and then turned to look at his love, who had not been woken as the alarm was silent to him. For a short while, J just looked and then he moved carefully to where he was able to get a better view of Gerald's front as he lay on his back, still sound asleep. After about five minutes of taking in every detail of his boy friend right down to the huge balls which even now with the scrotum fully extended in the heat, held Gerald's limp cock at about a thirty degree angle away from his body, J could hold off no longer and moving very carefully again, he positioned himself so that he was the opposite way round on the bed to Gerald and had his head at the same level as Gerald's smaller head still wrapped in its hoodie.
Reaching with his one arm over to the other side of Gerald's body, J put that hand down on the bed to help support and balance himself and then he lowered his head till he was in tonguing distance of Gerald's cock. A few slow licks soon had Gerald's cock responding, even if the rest of Gerald was not. Once Gerald's cock was fully hard, J sucked it into his mouth and using his lips wrapped around his teeth, he worked Gerald's hoodie back to uncover his cock head and allow his tongue access to the piss slit to lick up the pre-cum as soon as it started to flow. J had only been sucking for a few moments when he felt a hand slide over his hard cock and balls and Gerald said, "Twice in one day. I could get used to being woken up this way all the time. Now move your cock over a bit so that I can access it with my mouth please."
This was the call J had been waiting for and lifting one leg he swung his knee over Gerald's face and brought it back down to the bed on the other side of Gerald's head. His cock was so engorged with blood that it did not hang straight down, but rather pointed forward at about a forty-five degree angle from his body. This made it quite difficult for Gerald to get it into his mouth without help and so he reached up with his hand and pulled the cock down to the ninety degree mark and then slipped his lips around the cock working his tongue in under the foreskin titillating the sensitive spot at the Fraenulum. Despite the fact that they had already had four orgasms each that day, the two boys did not take very long before they were panting and pumping their cocks into each others mouth as the precursor to blowing their loads into each other. After swallowing Gerald's offering, J twisted his body to the side so that he could slump down onto the bed beside Gerald and regain his breath.
After a short recovery period, the two boys made their way back down to the showers and turning on the single head yet again, they washed each other of the sweat that their sleep had built up.
"What do you think we should wear for this evening?" J asked.
"Well seeing as how this is just a little village in Greece, and it is still hot, and the people all seem relaxed and laid back, I would think we could even go in shorts, but I would prefer to go in jeans." J answered.
Agreeing on this, they both pulled on a pair of briefs to go under their jeans and then a t shirt and finally their jeans followed by their trainers with ankle socks. This time they dressed themselves and then went back down to the shower room to comb their hair. Ready, they walked out of the dorm and made their way over to the benches near the coach stop to wait for Jeff.
Jeff was punctual and pulled up in a little Skoda, which, although it was nothing to look at, was at least able to get them to and from the restaurant. The restaurant was a simple looking place on the corner of a cross street about a block in from the beach and had more open air seating than in door seating. As they walked through the entrance there was a shout "Jeff" and a boy of about eighteen or nineteen, dressed in fairly tight black trousers and a white dress shirt with the buttons undone to halfway between his nipples and navel weaved his way through the tables, grinning better than any Cheshire cat, and obviously very happy to see Jeff. Jeff said something to him in what seemed to the two boys to be fairly fluent Greek and the boy, who turned out to be the equivalent of a matré de grinned conspirationaly and led the group to a table which was on the edge of a cleared area. He indicated for Gerald to sit one side and J to sit opposite him so that they were side on to the area while Jeff sat at the end of table facing directly onto the cleared area.
"Can you speak Greek?" J asked once their assistant had left them.
"Yes he can, but not very good." A voice said behind J, startling him and making him jump as he turned to see the source of the voice, who continued, "My friend Jeff, it is good to see you more." His accent was heavy and his English was a little rough, but at least the voice could speak better English than either J or Gerald could speak Greek.
"J, Gerald, this is Pandelakas, the owner of this restaurant and a good friend of mine. Pandi, this is J and this is Gerald who are from my camp and J is going to stay on and help some of the younger campers for the next few weeks while Gerald will fly home with me tomorrow." Jeff made the introductions.
"Hello boys, welcome to my establishment. Whatever you want is yours, just ask. Thank you Jeff for bringing some boys to enjoy my food and all my entertainment." Pandelakas said. Then Pandelakas raised an arm and almost instantly another boy appeared. This boy was dressed in a similar style to the matré de, only he was younger, and his trousers were tighter showing a bulge where his cock snaked its way down his left leg and his two balls were separated by the seam of the crotch in the pants. This boy was only about a year older than J and Gerald, but he looked like a Greek god, except for the fact that he was smiling.
"This is Medas and he will be your waiter for the night. If you want him just lift your hand up and he will come. If he takes to long, then tell Darius and we will sort him out." Pandelakas then said something to Medas in Greek to which the boy nodded vigorously and almost skipped away to get the menus. Returning, Medas rested his hand on the shoulder of each boy as he gave them their menu.
With the menus in front of them, Jeff said, "Ok, you can choose what ever you want because as you can see from the prices, nothing is very expensive. If Medas offers to help you allow him to do so as it will be good for you later on." Neither of the boys understood then what Jeff was meaning with the last part of that sentence, but when Medas did offer to help them choose, they followed the advice and discovered that he could speak enough English to explain to them what each dish was; as he was helping each of them, he stood behind them and once again rested a hand on the shoulder of the boy he was helping as he leaned forward to point to an item on the menu. Having got the order, Medas went off to the kitchen to place it with Pandelakas who also happened to be the chef for his restaurant.
Once he was out of earshot, J said, "Wow, he looks something else and did you see how tight his pants were?"
"Telling me and it looks like he doesn't have anything on under them." Gerald responded.
"Calm down guys. He is good looking, but it won't do to have the two of you drooling over him." Jeff warned. "Just remember to follow his lead and let him help you as you will enjoy the evening better that way."
Barely had Jeff finished saying that, than Medas returned and put a plate in the middle of the table on which were a number of little biscuits each adorned with some different forms of topping. "With compliments from Pandelakas." Medas informed them and then asked if they wanted any drinks.
Before J or Gerald could open their mouths, Jeff said that they just needed three beers.
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