"In the Greek Way" We shove off in my small cabin cruiser and hug the rocky shoreline till we come to a favorite spot of mine just around the east end of the island;l call it Hidden Cove. This is both a quiet area for fishing and a well-concealed spot for nude swim- ming and sunbathing. A half mile offshore, we fish. Theo soon catches a barbounia that's just large enough to make a hot lunch, and then we put our rods away and anchor about a hundred feet out. I'm not above showing off my body, since I'm well-built and well-hung. I strip in front of the boy and dive into the water. As I come to the surface, I see him on the bow, wriggling out of his tight pants and stepping awkwardly into his bikini as if he doesn't want even the seagulls to see his cock. His back is to me, but I can see his balls as he bends over. I can see his compact buns and the little rose of his asshole. When he turns around, my eyes dart to the pouch of his bikini, which sags with the weight of his cock. I start to get a bone-on even in the cold water and have to keep submerged till l get it under control. Swimming brings out the kid even in an old guy of 24, and I begin to feel very young indeed. Theo's normally serious person- ality also gives way to a childlike animation. After we have been splashing around for a quarter of an hour, he tosses his bikini from the water into the boat. I give him a little time to get used to his nudity, and then I dive underwater to get a closer view of that dick I've been fixating on. Shit! It's beautifully smooth and cylindrical in the pale green cast of the water, with a delicately plumped helmet-s- haped head. I have the impulse to fumble his goodies. But sex seems like the last thing on Theo's mind as he repeatedly climbs onto the boat and, shining with water, dives off, his cock banging noncha- lantly against his slender thighs. Finally we're hungry enough to stop swimming. With the food and equipment in a floating Styrofoam chest, I strike out naked for shore, where the narrow pebbled beach lies snugly enclosed by high rocks. I can see Theo watching me from the bow of the boat, I suppose debating whether he should stay nude himself. Then he dives into the water and joins me. We squat on our heels beside a small driftwood fire, over which I fry the fish. The sun, now straight above us, is like a hot, seductive hand on all my erogenous zones. Theo now seems at ease with his nakedness, making no effort to conceal the cock and balls hanging down below his smooth little buttocks. Now he's absorbed in eating. l open a chilled bottle of aspro, and we take turns slugging from it. In the absence of fresh water, Theo has no other way of quenching his thirst, and his healthy swigs give me the sweet, guilty feeling that I am going to get the boy drunk. The wine and food have created a warm atmosphere, and Theo smiles more readily and talks more freely. His ambition is to buy a dirt bike, and his eyes dance as he talks about it. His hands rev up imaginary handlebars. By the time we are through the bottle, I've got a buzz in my head, and I know I'm mildly squiffed. It's affecting Theo too. His eyes seem unfocused. He carelessly sprawls on his back with his legs apart. His cock has lengthened and firmed. Mine is hard now, standing up between my thighs, and I'm trying to keep him from seeing it. But then I think, What the fuck. I get up unsteadily and with my hard-on hanging out loud, put sand on the fire, rinse the dishes in the salt water, and then spread a blanket on the sand in the remaining sunshine, before the sun disappears behind the high rocks. Wine always makes me sleepy. I crash down onto the soft bedding, careless that my engorged cock is there for Theo to find crude. As I drift into slumber, I can see him pissing a long arching stream into the surf. Then I feel him lie down beside me. His smooth hip touches mine, and after that I am out of it. l wake up maybe an hour later. Theo is lying on his stomach, his mouth slightly open and drooling saliva onto the blanket. Now I enjoy the luxury of looking at him openly and closeup. My cock, which has softened in sleep, becomes rigid again. His walnut skin is flawless and as smooth as satin. I bend over him, my face within an inch of his butt, savoring the softly defined V where the two mounds curve away from one another just above his tail- bone. A faint but exciting fragrance of clean boy skin drifts up into my nostrils. Not daring to touch him, I trace my index finger a half inch above the central valley that goes from just above his ass up between his shoulder blades to the nape of his neck. I come back to his ass. His legs are slightly spread, and below his buns I can see his nuts like two pink Ping-Pong balls and, poking out below them, his darker cock, long but reposing in the relaxation of innocence. I am really in a struggle with myself to keep from crawling all over the kid. I know that once I touch him, no matter how lightly, I can no longer control myself. Is this a moment of truth? Am I too decent to plow this virgin ass? Aching with suppressed desire, I pantomime licking his exposed genitals and then, with a sigh, withdraw from him and stand up. The sun has gone behind the rocks, and the fog has begun to drift in. Theo's body is getting goose pimples, but he's still fast asleep. I put my side of the blanket over him and, feeling the growing chill in the air, wade out into the water and swim back to the boat, which is now hidden by the fog. I dry off in the warmth of the cabin. After a while I begin to get horny again. The residual heat from the sun's rays is still over all my skin, and the image of Theo's naked body nags at my brain. Lying on my back in my bunk, I put both hands on my cock and begin slowly to jack off. After all, I now recognize the absurdity of my hope to seduce him, and I figure I might as well pleasure myself. The boat rocks gently at its anchorage, in rhythm with my strokes. Little by little, my mind becomes totally absorbed in my masturbation, and I writhe in that graceless and abandoned way that guys do when all they can think of is to get their rocks off. I hear a creak on the ladder behind me. Theo is standing just inside the cabin, looking at me wide-eyed, his mouth hanging open, his naked body dripping water. I stare embarrassed at him. I wait for the mouth to snap closed in a thin judgmental line. I wait for him to be disgusted. And then a stunning thing happens. His cock, which has retracted to a nub during his chilling swim to the boat, now lengthens and swings up into the kind of erection that only a teenager can produce. The cock head almost touches his belly button. The shaft, in its blood-filled state, is almost as thick as the cock head. He seems unable to move from the spot, but he is now breath- ing heavily through his open mouth. His eyes are riveted on my hands as I beat my meat. I'm past pretending. "Come here, Theo," I hear myself say, with desperate calmness. The boy inches toward my bunk, a look of apprehension on his face. Now, for the first time all day, I touch his body. I cup my hands around his butt and, dizzy with feeling that soft density, pull him close to my face. The cushiony rose helmet of his cock head touches my lips. The heat and smell of his aroused crotch reintoxicates my senses. Whatever the consequences, I can't stop now. I reach blindly behind my head under the pillow where I usually keep my condoms. Oh, shit! They aren't there! I remember immediately that the new pack is in the chest back on the fucking beach! I hold him by his thighs and begin to lick his hairless balls. His eyes are closed, and his head is flung back. He is panting so rapidly I think he might keel over. But he's submit- ting to me completely. His balls are salty. I put them one by one in my mouth, excited out of my mind by the bulk and taste and texture of them against my tongue and lips and by the crisp pubic hair against my nose. Now I begin to lick the underside of his shaft as, with my little finger, l lightly feather his asshole. The boy's body is shaking uncontrollably. His panting increases in tempo, and I know he's within a few seconds of coming. I quickly pull away and grab Theo's hands, which have gone compulsively to his cock. A dreamy look comes over his face that suggests he is teetering helplessly on the edge of orgasm. A shining pearl of clear come forms at the little pink mouth at the tip of his cock, but he does not shoot. Now he is totally submissive. I sit up, throwing my legs over the side of the bunk. Taking hold of his soft, narrow hips, I position him facing me between my knees. I guide his hands down to my cock, where they take firm hold. l lick his nipples, which are already hardened into tight little leather beads. l lick his chest and on up to his throat, feeling his heart beating rapidly through his soft, smooth skin. With my face wedged between his chin and chest, I slide my hands up his slender thighs, narrowly avoiding his. cock and balls but slipping my fingers into the crack between his buns and stroking his moist hole. He gasps as if he's been hit by an electric shock. I cup my hands around the tender globes of his buns and feel a spasm of delight in my brain as I squeeze them. Then I slide my hands up his waist and feel him everywhere about his chest and back, encountering unimaginably smooth, soft, but resilient skin. His heart is pounding, and his whole body is vibrating to my touch like the strings of a guitar. Meanwhile, he is feverishly pumping my cock with both hands. The boy sinks to his knees, and before I can react, he is licking the ridge of my cock head. Quickly, almost roughly, I push his face away, even as I feel myself succumbing to the soft, sexy contact and craving to slide my whole shaft into what I know is his entirely willing mouth. "No, Theo!"I cry hoarsely as I feel my orgasm rising inside me. Now I know I can't hold it back any longer. As he huddles there between my knees, I shoot my load onto his chest. As the creamy white mass flows down the valley between his pecs to his navel, I pick the boy up and lay him gently on my bunk. I kneel beside the bunk and lick my jism from his hot, pulsating skin. His hands play feverishly with the back of my head as I bathe him with my tongue. Then I slip my right arm under his legs just above the knees and force them upward until his knees touch his shoulders and his cock head is virtually against his lips. "Hold them there, Theo,"I tell him. He obeys, his eyes searching mine like those of a captured wild animal, just visible over the twin globes of his balls. Now I gently finger his pucker, not probing it, just lightly stroking the area around it and barely touching the spot itself. The effect on Theo is dramatic. His whole body trembles. With my middle finger I put only the slightest pressure upon the spot. He begins to groan loudly. A drop of precome swells out of his piss hole and lengthens toward his mouth. His tongue appears between his lips and licks the drop off his cock tip. I continue to tease his asshole. "Put it in me!" he begs. I press a little harder and feel the muscle give way. The tip of my finger is squeezed by the soft, wet sphincter. l wait, then press again, and feel my finger sliding slowly in up to the first knuckle and then the second. And now my fist is flat against his butt. "O-o-oh!" he moans, but his voice is muffled. His cock head is in his mouth up to the ridge! l slowly pull my finger out till only the tip remains inside him. Then I slide it all the way in again. His lips have closed over at least an inch of his shaft, and I can see from the hollows in his cheeks that he is sucking himself. Now more rapidly I move my finger in and out, and Theo's hips move to increase the pace. About half his cock is now in his mouth. His dark eyes are staring into mine in a kind of mute appeal. I get the message. I clasp the back of his head with both hands and pull it up. His cock slides into his mouth all the way to his balls. Suddenly his body tenses, his balls jerk, and I can tell that he is gulping down his pulsing semen. Finally he relaxes, and his cock pops out of his mouth, semen still seeping from its tip. His eyes are closed, his lips parted, still smeared with his own come. l lower his legs to the mattress and crawl into the bunk with him. I draw the boy's naked body against mine, pulling a blanket over us. Outside the porthole the fog has deepened. The boat rocks softly like a cradle, and soon I am sinking into a voluptuous slumber. How much later it is, I don't know. I am dreaming that I am sucking a cock. It is wonderfully filling my mouth, moving in and out, I suddenly come awake. I am sucking a cock! Theo is standing by the bunk, his hands on the bulkhead above me, and he is shoving his cock into my mouth right up to his nuts. He is wearing a condom! He pulls out and lifts my right leg till my crotch is stretched wide. Then, half on and half off the bunk, he shoves his cock into my asshole and energetically fucks me. It hurts at first, but my sphincter quickly adjusts, and soon I am over- whelmed by great waves of pleasure as I feel Theo's cock slide all the way up into me. Finally I feel his cock recoiling in orgasm. He slides out of me and lies on top of me, his heart beating against mine. "How the hell did you happen to have this rubber?"I demand as he squirms against my torso. "My mother," he murmurs and flicks his tongue into my ear. Out of the corner of my eye I can see the flash of his shy smile. "She made me bring it." TGC Adult BBS 812-284-1321/5465 Clarksville, IN