Date: Wed, 24 Jun 2015 06:01:22 -0700 From: Jon Hold Subject: Greek Cousins Part 1 Greek Cousins by Jon Hold Copyright ©2005, 2015 jonhold@earthlink.net This work is copyrighted by the author and may not be used without his express permission. Private persons and no others are given permission to have one (1) electronic and/or one (1) printed copy of this work. Nifty Erotic Stories ArchiveTM is given permission to archive this work. All the usual disclaimers that are usual apply here. This is a work of fiction involving sex acts between consenting persons of various ages and conditions of life. If you can't handle that or if you are not of legal age or mindset or location, go no further but remove this material from your possession forthwith. If you have faggot sensitivity, you ought not read this story. I'd really like to hear from some of you with either positive or negative comments. I'd really like to hear from YOU so I'll have some idea how I'm doing and what it is you like to read. Thanks. I used two returns between paragraphs to simplify formatting for you. This is a hyphen -. This is an en-dash --. This is an em-dash ---. Other high-ascii characters that PC's can't understand have been stripped, mostly. Try to keep in mind that while 42 is the meaning of life, it is not the only possible solution and that sexual dimorphism is Mother Nature's excuse for being kinky. Enjoy! Jon And now, a note for our sponsors, namely, YOU! Nifty could use a little help keeping these stories openly and freely available to the public. And they are free to everyone. But, if you do have a little extra (Or a whole lot for that matter) this might just be the place to really put it to work, for all of us! More lyrical than sexual. I thought this a beautiful romance. Told to me by a young man about his Grandfathers, his Dad's Dads. Of whom he is very proud! Part One Greece. Crete, Athens, Marathon, the Acropolis! Beautiful, sun-drenched land of beautiful people and the classical home of homosexuality. I'd managed to talk my father into paying for an entire summer in Greece. And here I was... in Vigla. Never heard of it? Neither had I until Dad told me that I was going to be spending the summer working with his family. True to form, he'd sold me off for slave labor instead of letting me have some fun. Dad could be such a prick! Dad was really from Kaki, up in the hills behind Vigla, but I would be staying with his brother who was a sailor. When I got there, Dad's brother was hobbling around on crutches with his leg in a cast. I spoke almost no Greek and they spoke almost no English. They finally got me into bed just as the sun was going down. Apparently his son Leander, about a year older than me, and I were the only ones available to run the fishing boat. The God-damned sun wasn't even up. Breakfast had been some God-damned cold fruit and acidic wine. The boat was fucking a thousand years old, and looked every century of it. God-damned stunk of fish. Old, rotten, nasty, dead fucking fish. The fucking engine was a God-damned two-stroke Diesel, swear-to-fucking-god! And Lysander! Bundled up in stinking old rags. Hadn't said one word to me. Just grunted and pointed --- like I was supposed to know anything about sailing. Shit! SHIT, SHIT, SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!!!!!! The stinking diesel thumped against the ancient timbers of the boat as it propelled us away from the quay and out into the harbor. Leander managed to get the sail set, in spite of my assistance. Then he put me on the rudder and shut down the engine. Silence filled in the cracks between us. My cousin pointed where he wanted me to steer and I soon learned to spot the buoys that marked the family fish traps. Well, not fish traps quite so much as octopus traps. For that was the primary family business. Trapping Octopus and selling it on the fresh food market. Yech! Slimy, wiggly, gliding around in the bottom of the boat looking like some sort of creatures from outer space. Leander put the damn things in a holding tank in the middle of the boat in-between stops to empty even more traps and I got pretty good at spotting the buoys and getting the boat to glide to a stop next to them. Watching Leander handle those weird looking animals made me queasy. By mid-morning the sun was getting pretty intense and it was hot. Leander had already taken off his sweater and a heavy shirt and now took off his remaining shirt and undershirt. His hard body definitely got my attention. An unruly shock of classical Greek curls formed a wild and unruly halo that surmounted Leander's gorgeous classically Greek face. Stiff blonde hairs covered his forearms and thick blonde tufts bloomed from his armpits. Other than that he was hairless below his chin. Watching sweat leak from his pits and trickle down his sides made my tongue hard. I got to fantasizing about my face being buried in his armpits. Even the imaginary smell was making me dizzy. Leander finally pointed towards shore and guided me through a reef and into a small "L" shaped cove. He leaned over the side of the boat over a flat rock at the end wall and tied the painter to an iron ring mounted on the wall of a small cave. Grinning at me, Leander kicked off his sailor boots and then pushed down his baggy pants and a pair of what probably used to be white underpants. Standing there like it was the most natural thing in the world, my cousin motioned for me to strip down. All I could do was stand there and stare. It wasn't really the lean, hard body. Nor even the six-pack abs that rippled down his belly. The smooth power of his arms or the bulging muscles in his legs impressed, but did not hold my attention. Not even the small, finely haired bush really held my gaze. No. I stood there, mouth hanging open, drool soiling the pristine greasiness of the wooden planks at my feet for quite another reason. The reason was... simply... that I am a size freak. I've always been one, always will be! And Leander had just, naturally as could be, presented me with my first view of what size was really all about. I'd had some really fine examples of tubesteak placed on my tongue, but nothing approaching the size class Leander was in. Not even trying to guess his measurements, I just confined myself to seeing that he was completely unexcited and the damn thing hung down to within a couple of inches of his knees. Leander laughed. Not a mean laugh, a knowing laugh. He walked over to me and said, in VERY broken English, "You like Greek boy?" His laugh and rude gesture showed that it was something that he'd learned down on the docks. I wondered if he'd ever said that, trying to get bought by some sailor. That sort of broke the spell and I laughed with Leander. He started helping me undress and, somewhat bashfully, I complied with his urging. Once I was completely naked he ran his hands down my sides and, quite frankly, looked me over. "You pretty, sailorboy". That got us laughing again and Leander, without commenting on my total hardon, took me over to the tank of octopus and showed me how to get a safe hold on them without disturbing the whole tank. Leander picked up a club from the bottom of the boat and gracefully flipped himself over the side of the boat onto the flat rock that led into the shallow cave. I'd hand the slimy, wiggly beasts to Leander and he'd expertly whack them with the stick to kill them and then he'd quickly gut them and empty their ink sacks into a bucket. The octopi got more difficult to catch as their numbers thinned. I finally just climbed right into the tank with them to catch the last few, groping around in the ink darkened water until I could get a hold on one of the elusive creatures. We drained and rinsed out the tank and then partly filled it with fresh sea water. We put the octopi back into the water and covered them with some hemp cloth to keep them cool and moist. Leander climbed up onto the prow of the boat and stood there, legs akimbo, lewdly showing off his fantastic body and huge cock to me. He had the stringy, slick ink all over his body, which somehow made him look even sexier. He laughed, knowing he was teasing me and, when he thought my dick was quite hard enough, he jumped over the side of the boat and, laughing, splashed into the warm Mediterranean water. "Ohhhh!" I hissed. Clambering over seats and ropes and bits and pieces of sailboat I managed to get up in the prow of the boat were cousin Leander had exhibited himself. Putting my hands behind my head and spreading my knees, I flopped my hard dick up and down, flashing hell out of my big cousin as he laughed his ass off. Backing up the couple of steps available, I ran and jumped, cannonballing in a huge splash right next to my cousin. Surprised, he got a nose full of water. Mock angry at each other, both of us excellent swimmers, we "fought" until we were exhausted. Slipping and sliding all over each others body, grabbing a good feel here and there, jabbing each other with hot-blooded hardons, we fought our battles almost silently --- except for the constant sound of splashing and laughter. At one point Leander managed to get a finger up my ass. He must have had a really good grip because it seemed like it took me simply forever to get loose --- seemed like every time I started to get loose he'd stick another finger into me and I'd have to start all over. I grabbed Leander's body while he was fingering me and noticed that his boat wasn't the only thing nearby with a wooden member. Leander guided me up onto the flat docking rock and glided up over me, two of his fingers well ensconced up my nether channel directing me onto my back. Panting with need, I spread and pulled my knees back to my shoulders. Grinning, Leander released my ass ring and reached for the bucket of ink-mucus. Leander slathered my butt good and then used all his fingers to prove to me just how slippery the octopus goo was. His fingers slid easily in and out of my tight boy hole no matter how intensely I squeezed my butt shut. Rearing up between my legs, and spreading them even further with his heavily muscled thighs, Leander fixated my attention by stroking his unbelievable organ with his muck covered hand. Staring right at me, daring me to take my eyes off his cock, Leander taunted me by reaching into the bucket again and coming out with a slurpy, drooly mess that he most carefully stroked onto his long shaft and bulging, ass busting cockhead. I cried out in need and Leander covered the head of his cock with his fist and then forced his fist halfway into my asshole, rolling it around as he taunted me in Greek... and I begged him for his cock in English. Dropping his hips, Leander rubbed his fist against me so that the circle of his fingers matched the circle of my twitching hole. Damn! I couldn't believe that I was on my back in the hot Mediterranean sun about to have the biggest cock I'd ever seen stuffed up my aching ass. And I was aching. Aching with the memory of big-cocked studs who had rode my ass in the past. Guys my age and the older men that I preferred. But, truth be known, I was a total size queen. The bigger the better. A college buddy of mine (a little fairy I'll have to admit) had even fisted my ass. I grant you that his hand and arm were quite dainty, but even if it was small he had used it quite vigorously and, in the back of my head, I knew that someday I'd end up with a real man fisting my ass to give me the ever increasing thrills that I sought. And here I was, with a guy who's cock was bigger than most fists you'll run into about to give me all I could ever pray for. I took a deep, deep breath, and slowly let it, and all the tension out of my body. Leander looked down into my eyes and smiled a triumphant grin as he saw me surrender to him. Carefully, he pushed forward and grunted in surprise as I opened and accepted him into the vestibule of my slick warmth. Grinning with my own sense of triumph, I shuddered through the opening pain, and sighed out the last of the tension in my body. Completely controlling my avid Greek lover with only gentle touches to his bare shoulder, I opened myself wider and ever deeper as the now totally entranced boy/man penetrated me in a slow, controlled glide forward until he met resistance --- and ground his pubes into my wide-spread butt trying to get even deeper inside of me. Tears and spittle and hot, dripping sweat wet my chest as the amazed, besotted youth marveled at a feeling he had never had before. Of being totally inside another persons body. First cousins, sharing everything they had. The sucking-rolling action I started with my now totally conquered ass caused cousin Leander to bite his lower lip. Sweat beaded his forehead and upper lip. His whole body trembled in lust and his hips snapped forward, his body convulsing, driving his huge stake even deeper into my ass. I reached with both hands and pulled his head down so that my teeth could trap his chin. The stiff black stubble was rough on my tongue. I loved it. He lowered his entire body weigh onto me. I loved it. His hands grabbed my titties and twisted so hard my head snapped back and I lost the prize from between my teeth. Leander lowered his head and began to savage my neck, biting and sucking and slurping away as his hips began a little dance of their own. The first fuck was animal lust, pure and simple. We pulled and sucked and groped and pounded against each other. Leander was lost in the wonder of fucking with someone who wanted ALL of him every bit as much as he wanted to take another person totally. I was so totally happy with the huge presence inside me that I could hardly keep from screaming. The feeling of Leander's powerful body lurching up against mine in the age old rhythm of man-to-man fucking only increased my frenetic reaction to his wanton attacks. Spewing male juices, we both did scream. Scream and tear at each other while our bodies blasted forth their first explosive and unrestrained effusions. Leander rode his first orgasm into a gentle, rocking gait without pause or break. He earnestly begged me, quite silently, to not abandon him. To not reject him now that my physical needs had been given vent. I assured him, with all the sincerity and ability in my body, that I had no intentions of going anywhere. That I was there for the duration and had every intention of exploring the possibilities of his massive endowment inside me as he did. His begging was met, face-to-face, with my total acceptance. He shuddered all over and actually cried when he realized that I wanted him, that I wanted him dominant and in charge just as much as he wanted me submissive and accepting. Yet oddly partners. I was just as much in charge as he was, only I allowed him to take the lead. He was just as submissive as I was, taking great care to fulfill each tiny request of mine. Together, we explored facets of personal interaction that most men never even notice. And those that do notice are usually older and much more mature. Leander's natural sensitivity combined with his powerful masculine drive and bright mind helped him quickly learn to be my perfect lover, slamming me hard with every vicious, brutal mindlessly animal sexual attack until I came and then being the softest and most gentle of considerate lovers, teasingly using the contours of his cockhead to stimulate my prostate and deep nerves until I was tearing at him again, begging him to do me again --- and yet again. I learned to adjust to my sex mate, to take him deeply and to truly enjoy the feeling of him displacing my inner organs, to feel his heat atop me, to feel, appreciate and desire the simple masculine power that he shared with me. In the middle of our love-making I found myself on top of him, his muscular legs draped over my shoulders as I showed him what I really liked by way of a good assfucking. He started to cum just as I was finishing a deeply enervating orgasm of my own, and I very slickly slid out of his ass only to slide up our sweat and sex-juice covered bodies, His organ spurting just as my fluttering hole touched it. His second spurt was deep inside me and by his third he had me on my back, his teeth fastened to the nape of my neck. I totally surrendered and opened myself completely to him. I lay back on the rock adjusting to its water and bare foot smoothed contours, making myself comfortable before snaking my arms up around his neck and gently but firmly pulling him down on top of me. He smiled and pulled my legs up, hoisting my butt right up to his groin before grinding his pubes into me as we settled down for the long ride home... By the time we finally delivered our cargo, the restaurant owners were a little anxious. By the time we got the boat cleaned up and walked up the hill to Leander's house, his dad was just starting out to look for us, crutch and all. Leander assured his dad that everything was just fine, and then we had to sweet-talk his mom out of having hysterics, she was sure that we'd sunk and drown. Leander just told them that it took longer than usual because it was my first time at sea. Leander's dad watched us very closely all through dinner. He was a really big man with an imposing handlebar mustache and I was pretty much afraid of him. "Boys," he growled in very broken English, "My younger brother is coming to visit so I want you two to sleep together out in the barn until he leaves." Leander was all too eager to agree, but I, at least, tried to act at least a little cool. Didn't really matter though, because Leander's Dad was a lot smarter than I had ever given parents credit for. He proved that when he joined us in the hay the next evening. Naked. ----- Sometimes it's good to hush up a while and let autumn stick in a few words. --- Calvin (Bill Watterson)