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Greek Cousin's Dad

by Jon Hold

Copyright ©2013, 2015 by the author

jonhold@earthlink.net



Dinner that first evening was more like a feast. Lamb roasted over an open fire was one of the few things I recognized. Everything was delicious and I stuffed myself. Everyone stuffed themselves. I watched and kept trying to find some way to sit comfortably on my sensitive behind. There was a drink called Ozou and all the men danced together. Big strong men that smelled like men and acted like men. I was loose and giggly from the water clear drink and enjoyed myself immensely. I didn't even care that my boner was pretty evident to anyone who cared to look, and most of the men did. The women just turned their heads and laughed. Some of the men felt my rod as if to confirm it was really me. I just laughed and let them do whatever they wanted.

The dancing got competitive, with the men trying to outdo each other. Laughing and making small bets and really trying to outdo each other. I pulled Lysander aside and made sure he knew what I wanted him to do. I was getting loud and silly so Lysander told everyone he was going to put me to bed. I think everyone thought I was a lightweight, but then again, none of them had bothered to tell me that Ouzo was like 120% alcohol (and, yes, I do know the difference between proof and percent alcohol. Try Ouzo. You'll agree with me!). Lysander lead me up the steep hill behind his house to a very old stone building. There was no door and no windows, just the openings, and the walls were like two feet thick. When we got inside everything was in shadows. A light breeze wafted through the building and when I turned into its caressing warmth I stumbled in shock. Lysander had to hold me in his arms as the view framed by the rock of the window opening soaked into my soul. Never had I imagined anything so beautiful, so... well, so romantic. The moon was not in sight, but it's rays lit the dark water with sparkles and swaths of soft blue. The smell of olives cooling in the evening breeze. Sounds of happy people enjoying life. The heat of the body behind me as the clothes were stripped off my willing body and I was pulled back against hard, heated flesh. I swam in passion, dizzy with drink and splendor. I was laid belly down across the wide window sill, the warmth of sun heated rock sandwiching me with the heat of the hard body behind me. I moaned with passion, my eyes filled with a billion stars floating above a liquid, molten amalgam of platinum and silver as the heat of Lysander's body slid down behind me and his rough blond beard tickled my asscheeks, his tongue penetrating even as I flowered open to him.

A porpoise pod lifted gracefully from the water, droplets from the sea diffracting a halo around them from the brilliant Mediterranean moonlight just as the white mounds of my smoothly curved ass gleamed in the same light as Lysander's tongue gracefully entered my eagerly submissive portal. Porpoises and tongues leapt and played and kept me dazed until the hugest porpoise of all suddenly came at me from the side. My head swiveled in sudden fright. I barely had time to recognize the scar on Lysander's dad's belly before his porpoise shape was upon me, kissing me lips-to-tiny lips, slobbering, pushing, parting my lips and denting my teeth. I opened to save the deep-sea beast from the dry upland air. Pulsing in thanks, my new porpoise for sucking glided deep into my liquid warmth as hard-ridged belly muscles occluded the moon, the sea and the sky. I began a deep, vibrating moan as course, mature hair began scrubbing my face. A sharp command, father to son caused Lysander to stand and straddle my ass, his balls pooling in the small of my back. I felt his father lean forward and heard him slurp his son deep. A moan from Lysander, another abrupt male command. Lysander behind me, trying to gently probe my tender ache. A loud slap from Lysander's father and I was pronged. Two more and I was pronged deeply. Lysander tried to protest but another, even louder, slap seated him home so that I was being scrubbed at both ends at the same time by nearly identical male bushes.

I moaned and ground myself against both strong men in sheer wanton satisfaction. I could feel Lysander's heart pulsing deep within me as I slurped back off of his fathers powerful third leg. Moaning in deep satisfaction, I went completely down into his pubes, just to show him my ability. The size queen within me was quietly content and deeply satisfied. Wanting more, I swallowed, sucking deeply at the same time, wiggling my face deeply into masculine flesh, pushing back skin and padding and musculature so as to obtrude the maximum volume of cock into my slick squelching throat. Lysander's father grabbed my ears and ground his cock down my throat, going up on his toes to get the maximum force. I shuddered all over with a deep internal orgasm that turned my whole body electric. Uncle Mikos responded with a hard thrust forward and the release of a wad of precum in a bolus that I felt travel down his pipe through my mouth and throat before it burst from the end of his totally rigid cock and splattered the entrance to my stomach. Lysander did me the same favor, hunching so hard against my ass that his pendulous balls hit me in the belly barely an inch from where the head of his swollen, sweating cock was filling my guts. I lost it... I mean, I Totally lost IT! Thrashing around on the stone sill, impaled at both ends by a father and his son, Uncle and Cousin cocks, each over a foot long, my body held under control at waist and ears. I came unglued. Uncle Mikos and his son stared wide-eyed at each other, totally enraptured as I thrashed around, pulling madly at their huge cocks, spraying cum all over, farting around the cock in my ass and screaming around the cock in my mouth. Both heavy-hung Greek studs grinned at each other and stared fucking me as hard and deep as they could. My rapture was soon shared by my cousin and uncle as they blasted their male essence into me just as wildly as I was spraying them.

Laying in a heap across the stone, smoothed by hundreds of years of the same sort of activity, the three of us mingled our thick, musky sweat and contentedly searched each others bodies for all the still-sensitive spots. Uncle Mikos held his son's half-turgid truncheon and used it to casually dildo fuck my still twitching asshole. Reaching inside, he pinched the nut of my prostate between his long thumb and forefinger, causing me to jump and very nearly throw father and son off of me. Laughing, he took the head of his son's cock between his fingers and used it like he was trying to write a message to me on my prostate --- only he was writing in Greek. No matter what he did, no matter how carefully he formed the letters, no matter how much time he took trying to reach me, It was all Greek to me... and I was loving it!

Lysander started getting too hard so Uncle Mikos got up off me and came inside with his son and nephew. Lysander politely rolled off my back so his father could move in between my legs. I could hear him fumbling around, trying to find a comfortable way to stand on his broken leg while he got ready to use his resurrected organ on my sperm-soaked slot. I signaled Lysander and he helped me get his father into one of the old woven seat, ladder-back chairs stored in the room. Placing the chair so that his dad and I could both look out the window, we made his father comfortable and then Lysander held me folded up in his arms as I guided his fathers gnarled monster organ to my ass. I was eager to have him inside me. My own Uncle! My Dad's brother. The father of the stud who had been fucking me all day!

Oh! Oh, WOW! DAMN! I moaned. Lashing my head back and forth as Lysander slowly and carefully lowered me down onto his fathers lap. A fresh flood of tart sweat flowed down my body in the warm Mediterranean air as Lysander seated me against his father's heated flesh. He released my arms and legs which snaked around the older man's magnificent body holding me tight while allowing both of us plenty of room to move. I found large, well-used paps hidden amongst the thick black chest hairs. Paps that simply required all my attention and ability to suck. Uncle Mikos's work-hardened hands were gentle as he caressed my body, my short hair, and my fine, tight ass. Rocking so gently that I hardly noticed, my loving Uncle Mikos began fucking his nephew's asshole.

Uncle Mikos fucked me gently for the longest time, just barely rocking me back and forth. I was excited way beyond what might be expected, unless one knew just exactly how effective Uncle Mikos could be with that huge organ of his. The hotter I got the harder I sucked and the faster Uncle Mikos's tits swelled to fill my mouth. Squirming in his lap, man-sucking his swollen paps, feeling all over his hairy body. Daddy's brother grabbed me with both hands completely around my waist quickly followed by me getting royally FUCKED. Slamming me up and down into his lap as his crotch slammed down and then hunched violently up, driving us together in a smashing cadence.

I was rapidly sliding off into never-neverland when I felt my studly cousins hands gently take my face. His lips softly covered my lust swollen counterparts. He was as gentle with me as if I were a baby, and the way I was getting fucked by Lysander's Dad, I pretty much had the addled brains of a little baby. Gentle, caring concern brought me back to full enjoyment of the tit I sucked back into my mouth, the Greek shaft tearing my asshole up, and the puffy lips so passionately licking my face. Uncle Mikos shuddered and came a huge drippy load into me and then allowed his son to take his place and double the amount of hot male cum leaking from my swollen butthole.

When I could focus again I saw all the male guests leaning against walls, sitting in chairs they'd brought, and some of the younger cousins just standing there; naked, boned up, entranced by the show I'd just unknowingly put on. A murmur of admiration and many lustful eyes welcomed me back from the land of extreme pleasure. These were Greek men and boys. Just because I'd been raised in America didn't mean that I wasn't Greek. I'd just proven to them that I was Greek. And they approved. Lysander listened to them and then translated.

Seems as though they wanted to know if I'd like to continue my show of my Greekness. I looked first to Uncle Mikos and then to my cousin. They returned my looks with no suggestion of what I should do, but in complete agreement and support with whatever I decided. I thought a bit and looked around the room at all my male kin present, quietly, eagerly awaiting my decision, but, like my Uncle and Cousin, were being very aware and respectful of whatever decision I decided to take. I decided when I saw one of the boys, totally focused, ready to cum if his dick was looked at hard, vibrating with so much energy that I could feel it all the way across the room.

I pulled myself off of Lysander's soft cock and got off his fathers lap. Kissing both of them I turned and rearranged myself back across the windowsill. Looking over my shoulder at the eager boy, I smiled a "Welcome" and laid back down. The boys Dad led him across the room and helped him mount me. He came the instant he got inside me. Having just blasted his maiden load up my ass apparently made little difference to his libido, he never even slowed down humping my ass. His Dad patted his tight butt in approval. I sighed in contentment, especially when a really hairy and heavily male smelling Daddy-Son team started sharing my mouth. As the evening passed into the dark of night I noticed that other than my Uncle Mikos and his son, Lysander, all the men were pretty standard Greeks. Foreskins, nice rounded balls and... well... small. I also noticed that while all of Mikos' brothers (and their sons) shared very similar family traits, Mikos and Lysander were on the far side of the curve. Lysander told me later that his grandmother had been raped by some German soldiers during the war. When her father vowed to kill the baby in it's first hour alive, she ran away to Vigla and married his grandfather, who was very tolerant of a new brides ability to produce in six months what usually took nine. The grandfather never treated Uncle Mikos as anything other than his first born son. None of which was helping me get through the long line of family dicks that I had yet to meet.

Uncle Mikos finally called a halt saying that I had to get up early to go fishing. That started Uncles and fathers and sons and cousins taking care of each other. I sat in Uncle Mikos' lap sucking on his still swollen tits, just watching all the really intense sex going on in front of me. Fathers fucking sons who were sucking their brothers and cousins. This was MY family, and I loved them.

Lysander and I spent the rest of the summer together, seldom more than a few feet apart. Uncle Mikos joked about how his son and his nephew had become Siamese twins. One of my twelve year old cousins came back with, "Yeah, but only when the women weren't around!" Everyone laughed, but I knew the women were a lot smarter than the men thought they were. I thought that their letting the men have their dreams showed how much smarter than the men they were. Or not. Who knows?

Lysander fucked me every chance we had, and a few times when we didn't really didn't have a chance. Mr. Popodophilis, who ran the best restaurant in town, used to catch us in his storeroom at least twice a month. Every week when he ordered a lot of octopussies, which was as close to saying χταπύδια in English as he could come. He liked watching Lysander making love to me, and we enjoyed making him as happy as he made our teenaged bellies. He was a GOOD cook! And a good friend.

Towards the end of summer there was a huge harvest festival. Women camping at the Eat end of the sandy cove. The men camping at the West end. The party was in the middle and the young couples snuck off wherever and whenever they could. Young boys made every effort to catch them running off together. Not to snitch them off, but so they'd know whose brother was going to marry whose sister, and so they could rag on their brothers.

Lysander and I weren't notably interested in girls, which the Greeks approved of. Thinking of how soon I was going to have to leave to go to school in the United States really upset both of us. I'd suddenly start crying, and Lysander usually a happy, even ebullient person, was getting moody and possessive, not wanting me to share my time with anyone except him. I agreed!

There was a huge party the night of the full moon. The Master of the Festival was a much sought after honor that usually went to the highest bidder, allowing the better off family members to pay for the bulk of the costs. I was floored when the winner was announced. It was my father!

Dad's speech was all the "So glad to be here's", and "Look who's gotten so old jokes," and saucy comments about some of the girls he used to know, including a few digs at their husbands, all of which got much laughing and "Tisk, tisk, tisking". Then Dad got serious.

"As you know by now, I sent my son to visit his family this summer. I am pleased that he learned so much from all of you. From his Family. Our Family. [Much applause] I am proud of how well he has acted, of how much Greek he has learned, of how much Greek he's had inside him [gales of laughter! Lysander and I would have given anything to be elsewhere, and yet, were somehow proud at the same time.]

"I am proud of my son. He has earned a seat in Medical School and will be trying to become a Doctor. I learned that his roommate was not up to my sons standard. I'm proud to say that I've protected my only son. I have arranged for him to have an appropriate roommate. Son, Meet your new roommate, Lysander Theodopolus." Everyone sat there silent, not understanding. Dad turned to Uncle Mikos, "Guess our boys don't want to go to school together."

Two young heads went "Sproing!" together. Lysander and I leapt to our feet, screaming like a couple of teenaged girls. Grabbing each other, hugging each other. Dancing with wild, unrestrained energy. The band picked up on our excitement instantly. Pouring out rapturous music to feed the soul as only a Greek band can do! I danced and danced and danced. I danced with Uncle Mikos, I danced with my father and kissed him over and over. But mostly... Mostly I danced... I danced with my cousin, my brother, Lysander.