Mediterranean Hospitality

Mediterranean Hospitality

Mediterranean Hospitality

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"Kalimera! Good morning! Room number?"

I open my eyes, using my hand to shield my face from the strong sunlight. I squint, but for a moment all I see is a dark, masculine silhouette standing in front of my sunbed. His voice, however, confirms my suspicion.

"Costas! You said you weren't working today!"

I spring up and hug him. I can feel he's caught by surprise for a second, but he chuckles and hugs me back just a moment later. I make sure that I didn't leave any sea salt residue on his polo, since he's fully clothed but I am just wearing a speedo. 

"I swapped shifts with a colleague, couldn't let your first day go by without my welcome! How are you, my friend?"

I sit back down on one side of the sunbed and pat the spot next to me, inviting Costas to join me. He hasn't changed a bit since last year. A tall, dark-haired Greek man with a sexy dad bod, salt and pepper beard and a rich tan from working at the resort all summer.

It's still early in the day, and it's late summer, so the resort's private beach isn't too busy. About half of the sunbeds are occupied, and they haven't turned on the music yet.

"Good! It's always good when I manage to get away from the English weather and enjoy some sun here. Eric stayed behind for work, he might come later this week. I don't know why he books these holidays if he never enjoys them. But at least he can afford them..."

"Alone again this year, eh? I'm starting to think this boyfriend of yours doesn't really exist..."

"He does, I swear! We just try to keep it as no-strings-attached as possible. And how are you doing?"

"Oh you know, everything stays the same in Crete. Winters are boring and summers are hot."

A very British response, I think. A bit evasive, but there will be time to find out more later.

"So you're here for a week?" he asks.

"Just about, 5 days. And my room is 3201, since you were so curious..."

He blushes a little and smiles. "I just needed to check if your booking was all-inclusive" he says, inputting the numbers on his tablet.

"Oh, so now you doubt me, Costas? I thought we were friends!" I frown jokingly.

He shakes his head, smiling. "A year later and you still act like a spoilt child, I see."

He gets up and I return to my sunbathing position.

"I will never change, Costas, I thought you figured that out already. When does your shift end? Let's go get a drink."

He looks at me and I catch him looking at my body for a second. "I finish at 4. I'll come and find you?"

"Hmm, I like the sound of that."

He feigns irritation at my continuous teasing and walks away to help some newly arrived guests.

*

Costas and I met just over a year ago, at the same resort. Eric had convinced me to join him on a Mediterranean escape and I liked the idea of being treated to a luxurious stay somewhere warm. He ended up cancelling his trip, but encouraged me to go anyway. Fair enough, I thought.

By day three, I was alone, bored and horny in a resort full of straight couples and families. And there is only so much heterosexual eye candy one can take. Eric and I have always kept the relationship open, but in an attempt to not immediately go full slut while abroad, I decided against hook-up apps for the time being and instead picked a gay bar. Worst case scenario, I could get pissed and go for the hook up the day after.

The atmosphere in the bar was the opposite of some seedy bars I've been to before. In fact, considering the cleanliness and tame décor, it could have easily doubled as a children's party venue during the day, provided you took away the dance pole.

Taking in the stares of the few men sitting at the bar, I sat down and ordered a margarita from a handsome, older bartender. I started to scan some of the people in the room, when I recognised Costas, whose name I did not yet know. We had not interacted at the resort -- he used to work at the restaurant, not the beach. I had simply enjoyed checking him out from a distance. His presence here, however, made things interesting.

I shuffled a few seats down, until I was sitting next to him.

"Hi! I think I've seen you before, you work at the resort where I'm staying." I had to lean over slightly so that he could hear me over the music. I was also hoping the language barrier wouldn't cause too many problems, as I didn't (and still don't) know a lick of Greek.

He looked surprised for a moment, then smiled cordially. "Ah" he says, "yes, good evening."

I felt like I might have inadvertently forced the guy to switch to his customer service mode.

"How's you night going?" I asked, trying to lighten up the mood of the conversation.

"Good... It's quiet tonight. Gets busier on the weekends."

"I can imagine."

"Where are you travelling from?"

"Me? I live in the UK, staying for a few more days. Where are you from?"

"I'm from Crete, I was born here."

"That's amazing! Do you like it here?" He shrugged, not sure how to answer. In fairness, that was probably not something that a 40-year-old guy who grew up here thought about often. "Sorry, that's such a shit question. I hate my hometown, I left as soon as I could."

"Where do you live now?" he asked.

"London! Have you been?"

"No, never. Heraklion is already too busy for me. I think I prefer the quiet life, there's too many..." He paused, trying to find the right word. "It's too crowded!"

"Too many tourist twats, you can say it!" He laughed. "And the British ones are the worst!" I said, pointing at myself.

*

I'm excited to see Costas again, more than I was expecting before arriving to Crete. We stayed in touch, occasionally texting every few months, but nothing of real substance. The fact that he made the effort to meet me right away, however, makes me think that the excitement is mutual.

At 4:30pm I decide to go down to the lobby and text him from there, so I can save him the hassle of coming all the way to my room. I'm halfway down the corridor when I see him turn the corner from the lift lobby. We both smile.

"Sorry, I got held up!" He's changed out of his uniform into slightly more formal clothes, linen trousers and a blue, collarless shirt.

"You look nice... I guess I will have to wait to see you in your uniform again."

He ignores my comments with a laugh. "Ready to go then?"

"Yes, where are you taking me?"

"Let's have a drink by the shore. There's a bar we can walk to."

"You had me at `let's have a drink'."

He turns quiet as we walk down the corridor towards the lifts. I worry that maybe too much time has passed since we last met, which is causing a certain awkwardness. But just before we turn the corner, Costas takes a key card out of his pocket and opens one of the storage rooms to our right. He grabs me by my wrist and pulls me inside with him.

As the door closes behind us, he wraps a hand around my back and kisses me. I'm slightly taken aback, but also incredibly turned on. I kiss back. They are passionate, but gentle kisses. When we break our embrace, Costas stares at me longingly. I smile.

I get down to my knees. I massage his hard cock through his trousers while I look up at him. He looks like he's barely able to contain himself, leaning against a counter with piles of clean, white towels. I can see he's grasping the edge of the counter with both hands.

I unbuckle his belt and unzip the trousers. He's wearing a pair of white briefs, a very modest cut, something my dad would wear. I start pressing my lips against the shaft through the briefs and I can hear him moan softly. I don't want to wet his underwear too much, so I start pushing the head up until it's visible under the elastic band. I take the head into my mouth and start moving my tongue around, slipping it under the foreskin and circling the smooth, wet tip.

Costas finally moves his hands off the counter to take his briefs off. He gently runs his hand through my hair and pulls it away gently just for a moment. With his other hand he grabs his cock, gives it a couple of strokes, pushing the foreskin back, then shoves it deep into my mouth. It's slightly unlike him to be so vigorous, but I am enjoying the attitude. He must be extremely horny.

His cock is already hitting the back of my throat, but it takes more than that to make me struggle. His bush is tickling my nose as my head moves back and forth. I run my hands up his torso, raising his shirt up and revealing more of the black, slightly curly hair covering his stomach and pecs. I tease his nipples, without pausing the blowjob.

His hands are touching the back of my head, but just barely. I can feel him shaking, his head tilted back, his eyes closed. Suddenly a jolt runs through his body, and it looks like he's about to warn me of something. He opens his mouth to say something, but it's too late, his face scrunches up and hot spurts of cum start filling my mouth. I look up at him as the orgasm makes him squirm against the counter. I swallow his load, but keep his softening cock in my mouth. I suck for a little longer, making sure to lick all his cum off. His chest is going up and down quickly, but his face is relaxing again. I get up and push myself against him. He smiles, puts his hands around the sides of my neck and kisses me again. I can feel his warm breath on my face. I know I can give a decent blowjob, but considering the state he's in and the amount of cum that's just flooded my mouth, I can tell the guy hasn't released in a while.

"You know I have a room, right?" I say softly, while our faces are still touching. He laughs.

"Well, you should have waited for me there, instead of coming to find me then."

Touché. I go in for a full hug, placing my head on his chest.

"Ready to go?" I ask. He nods, releases me from his embrace and pulls his trousers up. He quietly opens the door of the storage room, popping his head out to check if anybody is around. There are no signs of other guests or staff so we leave, take the lift and use the back entrance to the resort which leads straight to the marina.

"Are you okay walking?" he asks as we walk down the waterfront, lined with all kinds of tourist stalls, restaurants and bars. I try my best not to look like a naïve British visitor and focus my attention on Costas instead.

"Of course! You're the expert." He smiles at me.

"Have you been there yet?" he says, with his finger pointing to a strip of land, possibly a harbour, that protrudes from the rest of the coast. "Great spot for sunsets -- I'll take you there before you leave."

"What a romantic!" I respond, half-jokingly. Costas rolls his eyes at me, just like I expected.

"So what have you been up to this summer? Met anyone I should know about?"

"No, like I always say, Crete is empty in the winter and I am too busy in the summer. Work is going well though, I'm glad the hotel is still popular."

"And how is Maria?"

"She is doing so well" he replies, exactly like a proud dad would. "Did I tell you she is at university now? She moved to Belgium, studying architecture. She's coming back tomorrow."

"What, to Crete?"

He nods. "She's spending some time with Sophia first, but we have a trip planned later this week."

"That's lovely! Please send her my best ... from, err, a mysterious British tourist."

"Sounds good" he says, with a chuckle.

"I'm sorry you had to make time for me -- you would probably rather get ready for your trip!"

"Nonsense -- it's good timing. When Maria is here... they are complicated days. Sophia and I are still ... working things out. Even though I've had my own place in the city for a while, I think she's still struggling after the divorce." He paused. "And so am I."

"I'm sorry... I shouldn't have brought this up right away."

"No, it's my fault," he says. "I couldn't even wait for us to get to the bar before sharing depressing shit about my divorce." We both laugh.

*

After I met Costas at the gay bar -- the divorced, closeted and newly-out daddy story became the highlight of my trip. We made plans to meet again. My feeling of endearment towards him was mixed with intense summer horniness -- and the limited time available made for an interesting challenge.

We met at the same place, much earlier in the day this time. We chose a seat away from the bar, even though the place was empty. He seemed to be in good terms with the barman -- only an assumption, considering my total ignorance of Greek -- and ordered the first round of drink for both of us. Music was playing, but far quieter than the day before.

"So has your boyfriend arrived?"

"No! Can you believe it! He left me all alone here. But at least the resort is nice."

I had already assessed that he was into me, but it was hard to gauge his level of confidence around his own sexuality.

"What does he do?"

"He works in finance! Don't ask any further questions, though, I wouldn't be able to answer and it would be very embarrassing! I'm an artist, I don't understand these things."

"You haven't told me what kind of artist yesterday."

"I know, and that was on purpose. Who cares!" I let out a dramatic sigh. "Contemporary art -- and please don't judge. I was young and foolish when I chose my university degree."

"So you paint?"

"Yeah," I paused. "Sometimes, yeah."

He laughed at my poor attempts at deflecting the questions.

"Okay, okay, easier question. Are you enjoying the resort? Is your room nice?"

"Ooh, yes, great view and free mini bar, it's amazing. Why, do you want to come see it?"

"Oh! No, that's not...! Not what I meant, sorry!"

"It's okay, it's okay, I know -- relax." I smiled reassuringly. "If you wanted to go, though, I just want you to know that I would love to spend some more time with you!"

Not my smoothest segue -- definitely too cheesy, looking back.

He waited a second, then asked: "Does it face the beach?"

"The room? Uh, yes, yes it does--"

"Then you can see the sunset from there, those ones have the best view."

"Come with me then, keep me company? I bet we can still make it."

He seemed to consider the offer. I wondered if I was coming off like a bit of a brat to him -- I couldn't tell whether he wanted to do this for himself, in the name of new experiences, or whether we had an actual, mutual connection. Either way, he accepted. "Let's go" he said and we made our way to the resort.

He seemed nervous on the way to there, but in an excited way, like a teenager bunking off school for the first time. I let him into the room first and he cautiously made his way to the balcony, while I made drinks for the both of us.

"Second round is on me" I said, handing him the glass. We sat down on the two reclining garden chairs. The air was still very warm. The sky was bright orange, not a cloud in sight. "Looks like we made it!"

We enjoyed our drinks while the sun set in the distance.

I put down my drink on the small table between us and shifted my body towards him.

"Costas..." I begin. He looked at me, cautiously. "Listen, I think you're really attractive. I don't know if I am reading this all wrong, but I feel like you should know."

I reached out to grab his hand and when I saw no resistance, I nestled it in mine and start caressing it. He looked a little flustered.

"I--I, uhm, have never... you know. With a guy, I mean! And--and, your boyfriend, you know?"

"No, no, oh my God, don't worry about him. We are open, I'm not cheating on him." A look of confusion on his face. "We--we can see other people. It's like... an agreement. We can both do it, and we don't consider it cheating." He didn't seem too reassured on that front, but other worries seemed to preoccupy him.

I got up and sat next to him, facing opposite him, still holding his hand. No shaking. Good.

I leaned over, not all the way, offering a kiss. He took the opportunity and kissed me back.

It was a gentle, short kiss, that turned into longer, more passionate ones. He stopped and caught his breath, relaxing his head on the chair, smiling. To my surprise, he was the one initiating another kiss. Gradually, he retracted his hand from mine and wrapped his arms around me. We kept kissing, as the sky turned from orange to softer shades of blue and grey. In addition to having a great view on the horizon, we were also high enough for the balcony to feel secluded from the rest of the resort.

I was rock hard under my short, and I couldn't help but wonder if he was, too. I unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his hairy chest and started kissing his cheek, then his neck, and finally making my way down to his torso. His hands were caressing my back, but he seemed lost in this newfound pleasure. I went back to kissing his lips. I was still sharing the chair with him, so I got up and sat on his lap instead. I could feel his crotch twitching as soon as I did that, but pretended not to notice it, and instead started teasing his nipples while we kissed.

Following my lead, he grabbed my T-shirt and lifted it from the bottom, taking it off. Sitting up, he leaned towards me and started kissing my neck and my pecs. As he teased my nipples with his tongue, I held him close, caressing his hair.

With our hips so close together, we instinctively started grinding against one another. I reached down to his trousers. A jolt of surprise went through him and he looked at me.

"Is this okay?" I asked.

He nodded. We stopped for a moment, looking at each other. His tanned complexion and dark features fascinated me. We kissed again, passionately this time. I started moving my hand up and down his shaft, still hidden under his clothes. I could feel him enjoying every stroke as he moaned while we kissed.

I got up from the chair and started unbuttoning his trousers. I left his briefs on, but I took the opportunity to remove mine, together with my shorts. I sat back on his lap, naked and hard, and went back to kissing him. Now that our bodies were touching, without obstruction from our clothes, I could feel our heat and sweat forming and rising into the thick evening air.

I grabbed his hand and led it to my dick, inviting him to stroke it. It only took a few strokes, before he followed my example and slid his underwear off. His cock slammed against his lower belly, hard as a rock and so wet that strands of precum flew all over his stomach.

I wrapped my hand around it and for a few seconds Costas stopped stroking me, stopped moving at all, and just tried his best to manage the sensations. Once he got used to it, at least a little, he started stroking me again and kissing me with exasperated desire.

Our hands, cocks, thighs were all rubbing together, until a grunt -- discreet, but powerful -- came out of Costas. I felt him twitch below me, as warm cum coated my hand and his stomach. Watching him come and feeling his hand on my dick pushed me over the edge as well, adding my own strands of cum to the fluids gathering between us. He didn't retract his hand until my orgasm subsided. Then, I rested my body on his; me, enjoying my post-orgasm bliss, and him -- though I can only guess -- processing the novelty of the experience.

*

We have ordered our second round of drinks. Costas chose a bar with tables perched on the rocks by the sea. The waves crash right below us, making the air smell like sea salt.

"So it sounds like you are enjoying living the bachelor life in the city after all..."

"It's not all bad, I guess. I haven't lived in the city in a long time... It's strange."

"Well, it's been over a year now, right?"

"Yes, when we met, I'd already moved out... Anyway, yes, almost two years."

"Then I don't believe you when you say you haven't met anyone. Or -- wait -- were you waiting for me all this time?"

He narrows his eyes and shakes his head at my obnoxious attitude. "I just haven't meaningful connections... I've met plenty of -- what did you call them -- tourist twats? They are a good fuck, but I'm looking for something more serious."

"Wow..." I reply, "you really are turning into a spiteful homosexual... I think I preferred heterosexual Costas."

"The tricks I'm going to show you tonight will make you regret saying that. Hurry up and finish your drink."

The tension between us is palpable -- we make our way back to the resort hastily, despite the summer heat. We are almost out of breath by the time we reach the room, and no sooner do I hear the beep from the door unlocking than Costas slams me against the wall of my room's foyer and starts kissing me.

He takes my shirt off and throws it on the floor. Then he pulls my shorts and my briefs down and lifts me up, pushing me face down on the bed. I arch my back and present my ass to him. He grabs my cheeks, spreads them apart and starts rimming me. That's a first!

I can feel his tongue and warm breath on my hole.

"You weren't joking about the new tricks."

"I told yo--woah, you have a pool?" he says, staring towards the balcony.

"Oh yea, Eric booked the private pool suite this year."

"He sure likes to spoil you," he says, going back to eating me out. I have no choice but to enjoy the feeling, as he pins me down on the soft, white sheets of the king-size bed.

Costas gets up and takes his clothes off, releasing his throbbing cock. The blowjob from earlier doesn't seem to have had much of an effect on it, as it pulses, ready to go once again. He rummages through his trouser pockets for a few seconds and fishes out a small lube packet.

"Costas! You walk around with those now? It's like I don't even know you anymore!"

He laughs and lowers his body on top of mine. He goes in for a deep, sloppy kiss.

"Do you want to ride it?"

I nod enthusiastically and, as he moves to sit on the bed, pillow behind his back, I remove my trousers, underwear and socks that were still tangled at my ankles. I grab the packet of lube from his hands and rip the corner open. I start pouring the viscous liquid all over his cock, massaging it up and down the shaft.

I smear any residue on my hole, still wet from Costas' spit. Then it's time. I squat over his crotch, facing him, carefully lining up the tip of his cock with my slippery hole. The lube is still a little cold which make my hole pucker up. I lower myself more. Now the tip is pushing against it and I am so horny that there is almost no resistance. Once the tip is in, I simply slide down to the base. Costas groans in pleasure.

We stay still in this position for a minute. I go in for a kiss and he pulls me closer, locking our bodies even closer to each other. It's him that starts thrusting. It's a slow, up and down movement at first, but I know that he can't hold it anymore. So I start moving following the same rhythm, pushing body up and down with my legs, feeling him come in and out of my ass.

In this position, his head meets my chest, and he's massaging my pecs and sucking on my nipples, making riding his cock even more of a challenge. He grabs my dick and places it pointing upwards, sandwiched between our bodies and rubbing against his abdomen. I moan, as he picks up the pace. Soon, I can no longer keep up, I move from squatting to kneeling, without his cock ever popping out. Instead, he keeps thrusting, tightening his grip around my body. My dick continues to get stimulated from the friction between our bodies. I'm getting close.

He closes his eyes and his movements start becoming more powerful and less consistent. With a final grunt, Costas unloads in me. He grips me so tight that I start coming without stroking, sperm squirting out of my dick on both our torsos. His thrusts continue and I imagine each load filling me up more and more.

His grip loosens, our bodies fall back against the headboard. My head is on his chest, moving up and down, up and down. His cock remains inside me for a while longer, before going soft and popping out on its own. I can feel his warm cum trickling out of my hole, down my balls and inner thighs.

"I missed you," he whispers.

*

I haven't seen or heard from Costas for the past three days. It's not a surprise, since he's away with his daughter, so I enjoy the quiet resort life on my own. Eric never ended up joining me, but we made plans for the weekend. In 36 hours, I will be back in London.

It's about 7pm, when I get a text message from Costas.

"Are you up in your room?"

"Yes!" I reply. Not even five minutes later, I hear a knock on the door, and I get up to open it.

"Hey! I needed to pick something up and thought I would say hi, maybe plan something for tomorrow."

"Great idea -- come in! Do you want a coffee? I was about to make myself one."

"Yes, please! Dip in the pool?"

"Of course! Go on ahead, I'll be there in a sec."

He makes his way to the balcony. The pool isn't huge -- the front is covered by thick panes of frosted glass and has a seaside view. It is fairly shallow, too, water barely reaching your waist if you are standing up, but it's a brilliant perk, especially in this heat. I can see Costas through the balcony door, taking off his clothes and folding them on the chair.

Once our coffees are ready, I bring them outside and I find Costas completely naked, gazing out at the sea. The sight of his pearly white, hairy butt floating in the pool almost makes me laugh. It stands out so much, compared to the rest of his tanned body.

"How's the water?"

He turns towards me. "I've never been in one of these before this week, you know? You're lucky."

"I really am," I respond, shamelessly staring at his cock and raising my eyebrows.

He covers his crotch with his hands: "I didn't bring a swimsuit, and my underwear needs to stay dry."

"Likely story..." I say and place the coffee cups on the edge of the pool. The frosted glass and wooden panels on either side of the pool completely block the view into it, so I also tend to swim in it naked. I take my shorts off and join Costas, who's sipping on his coffee.

"So how was your trip?"

"It was super. Maria is such a great girl. We went camping on the Western part of the island, like we used to when she was younger. She's dealing with a lot of change all at once, but I think she's doing okay."

"Does... does she know why you and Sophia broke up?"

"I think she does. They are very close, I am sure they have talked about it, but I am not ready to talk about it yet. But I want to... soon."

I rest my cup on its saucer and swim closer to Costas. I hug him. A warm, gentle hug, not a sexual one. I lean my head on his shoulder, he hugs me back.

"Thank you," he says.

"What for?"

Costas shrugs. "Thanks for being a good friend."

I turn my back to him, almost sitting in his lap and wrapping his arms around me. This way we can both stare at the horizon.

"What are you going to do when you are back in London?" he asks.

"Eh, you know... Float around, go to boring events at art galleries, visit some friends who are more successful than me, worry about the general lack of direction in my life..."

"The usual then."

I nod.

"Why don't you stay in Crete for a while?"

The question surprises me, not for the request itself, but because, for the past three days, I have been asking myself the same thing. I rest my head on his chest as the sun sets, turning the sky new shades of yellow, orange, red.

-- END --

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