Date: Mon, 10 Mar 2008 09:36:51 -0400
From: Andrew Phillips <andrewphile@gmail.com>
Subject: The Eyes Have It - Part 3

The Eyes Have It
by Andrew Phillips

NOTE:  This is a story of two adult males and their relationship.  If
you like the story or just want to give me some feedback please email
me at andrewphile@gmail.com.

Part 3

Our appetites were keen, though our lust was satiated for a while.
His larder was well stocked with much healthier things than beer.  I
could tell from his kitchen that he was well equipped in many other
ways.  His fridge seemed devoid of meat and I asked him if he was a
vegetarian.  He said he wasn't but ate meat rarely.  Then with a wink
and a smile he came up to me and said he preferred fruit like a peach
and a large banana grabbing my package as he said it.  Even with all
our "exercise" I felt my "banana" swelling again.

But now it was time to replenish our energies and he suggested he make
a Spanish omelet, which he did in no time and we had a late afternoon
breakfast.  He clearly was a gourmet cook, totally at ease in the
kitchen.  He preparation and execution seemed effortless and the food
was delicious. I commented on this and he told me he was a self-taught
chef and right after college got a job on a cruise ship where the
clients ate and ate giving him much practice.  It was on that trip
that he discovered his fascination with history.  Especially at the
many Mediterranean port calls.  He also enjoyed the Greek sculpture
(and sculptured Greeks) he saw, both from antiquity and contemporary.

He told me about one stop on the island of Santorini.  "I had the day
off and found a beach far away from the tourists.  I saw a lone person
on the beach, a young man sitting with his back to me. The sun was
just at the right angle to enhance the definition of his muscles as
they flexed. I couldn't see his face.  Suddenly he arched his back,
stretched his muscular arms and lay back, exposing a magnificent chest
lightly covered with hair, not to mention his hirsute armpits
(something that really turns me on).  He obviously caught a glance of
me behind him and, looking at me upside down, smiled.  I was wearing a
speedo in the briefest European style.  He said something, in Greek.
Incomprehensible, I just shook my head.  He sat up, turned to me and
patted the area on the towel to his right, clearly inviting me to sit
down.  It was then that I realized he was nude.  His uncut penis was
totally flaccid, but quite impressive.  When I sat down he held his
hand out and I shook it.  He was darkly tanned (all over) with the
whitest teeth I had ever seen.  We sat side-by-side, speechless.  He
gestured for me to remove my suit, but his proximity had aroused me,
and I was reluctant to do so.  I looked up and down the beach and as
it was empty I finally stood and slipped it off.  He saw my semi-erect
state and gave another brilliant smile.  I noticed that he, too, was
responding in the same way."

"At that time I had had little experience with men, sexually.  In high
school I had the hots for a guy on the swimming team and we jacked
each other off a couple of times, but while I was interested in him he
was straight but horny and just used me to get his rocks off.  A
friend with benefits, and nothing more."

"In college I did a lot of looking and fantasizing, but no man-to-man
sex.  This was my first job on a cruise ship and I had gotten a lot of
offers, from both sexes.   The passengers must feel liberated being on
vacation, I suppose.  But as a new staff member I felt it was not only
inappropriate, but I didn't see myself as a whore.  Anyway the
celibate life seemed to be my lot."

"So meeting Alexio, for that was his name, was a new experience for
me.  When I removed my swimsuit the whiteness of my loins and butt
contrasted with the dark tan I, too, had developed on my hours off on
board.  Almost immediately he grabbed my hand and we dashed into the
calm Aegean Sea.  We swam and splashed and laughed.  After awhile he
came up to me and put his arm around my waist and kissed me.  I drew
back, but then reciprocated in kind, feeling his submarine erection
against my hip.  I tried to grab him and he slipped away, diving into
the sea."

"I wasn't going to let this young Poseidon get away so easily and dove
after him.  I got a hold of one of his ankles and pulled him to me,
and we kissed again.  Water was up to our chests. The warm
Mediterranean water was so clear I could look down at our raging
cocks, as they rubbed against each other.  I took both of them in hand
and stroked them together.  He laughed and jumped backwards swimming
away on his back, his enormous rigid cock extended on his flat belly.
I swam after him and this time grabbed both his legs.  He kept moving
his arms but I slowly pulled him closer and closer until his balls
were right in front of me and I leaned down and took them in my mouth.
Of course they were salty as I took one and then the other in my
mouth.  He gasped with pleasure and then his head went under the water
and he started struggling, finally getting his feet on firm ground.
In his excitement he had swallowed a mouthful of salt water and was
coughing and sputtering.  I felt bad about it, and stood facing him,
my hands on his shoulders, until he calmed down.  He smiled, our noses
just about touching. His hands went up to my chest, lightly brushing
my erect nipples. His right leg was between mine and his lightly
hirsute thigh was gently but purposefully rubbing my balls.  Then he
massaged my back, his hands finally coming to rest on my butt. He
pulled me to him and our groins began to thrust together. I felt his
long, hard cock as well as his abundant public hair. Its rough texture
made holding back impossible and we both soon ejaculated, the cum
pulsing out like a squid's ink, but white, and clearly visible being
carried away by the current between us.  We hugged; he whispered a
Greek word in my ear, then kissed it, sending a shiver of pleasure
through my body.  Holding hands we emerged, our cocks still
impressively long, but now pendulous."

"Without going into the complexities of communicating, he was able to
realize his desire to have me come up to his place by the sea and that
afternoon I had my first real (land) experience with a man.  It is
truly amazing the extraordinary sexual feats and endurance of two fit
22-year-olds.  I swear I came four or five more times that afternoon,
in every possible position, with a new appreciation for what a tongue
can do in finding erogenous zones on me I never knew I had!  Around 5
PM in a sweaty, jism-stained mess of bed clothes I suddenly realized I
had to be back to the ship in an hour and pulled my stuff together.
Alexio gave me a ride back on his Vespa, my hands wrapped tightly
around this muscled taker of my virginity."


"Yes, it was a one afternoon stand, but it gave me a taste of
something only dreamed of previously and I was hooked.  After that
afternoon, filled with undreamt delights, I decided to take advantage
of any shipboard offer I got from any reasonably handsome man.  Some
of the sex was pretty good, some not so good, most uninventive.
Nothing compared to Alexio."

"By the time we got home my binge sex was over and I started looking
for something more meaningful.  God, that was ten years ago!  But you
don't want to hear my whole life story.  Let's catch a movie.  How
about 'Brokeback Mountain,'" he said with a wink.

(to be continued)