Date: Sat, 17 Jul 2021 19:03:54 -0400 (EDT)
From: doctordestiny@comcast.net
Subject: Greek Reunion 2

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In Part 1, Yiannis is leaving Athens to head to college. One night as he
enters the bedroom he shares with his older brother Nikos, he catches him
masturbating to a porn movie on his laptop. Yiannis is embarrassed and
apologetic until Nikos puts aside his laptop and beckons Yiannis to lock
the door and sit on his bed.



Part 2 The Reunion



By Dudley Jarvis-North

The sexual tension is pulsing through me as I ride in the car with my
handsome brother Nikos. He is driving me from Athens International
Airport to the home I left in order to attend college in Boston. I am now
26 and he is 29. We haven't seen each other in eight years. My feelings
are all over the place. I am in Greece for my parents' 50th anniversary
and I want to see them again but I wonder what else this visit will
bring.

I steal glances at Nikos in the driver's seat . "Why does he have to be
so handsome?" I think as I admire his passionate Greek face that exudes
both playfulness and toughness. He reminds me of a young John Stamos. He
has olive skin, large black eyes, heavy scruff, thick eyebrows, perfect
aquiline nose and full lips. He has a dimple in his chin. His body is
long and lean and he fills his denim shorts so thoroughly I can't help
but stare. He is even better looking than he was at 21. His face has
matured. He has a hefty air of confidence, a swagger.

I have always compared myself to him and come up wanting. I would say
that I am cute, for sure, although shorter at 5-6 than his 6 feet. My
eyes are dark like his; my hair is curly; his is wavy; my body is also
hairy but not to the degree that his is. My ass and legs are hairy. His
legs are also, but I've never seen his butt. I am more cub-like with
more meat on my frame, happily in all the right places. I should give
myself more credit. The American boys in Boston liked what I had.

Nikos breaks the silence.

"Yiannis, I night as well be honest. I missed you terribly. Can't
believe it has been eight years. I think about you all the time, but
especially when I'm lying in bed in our old bedroom." And he winks
mischievously.

Ummm, is he saying that he thinks of me while he's masturbating? That's
what I'm guessing - or is it wishful thinking? I want to say something,
but I'm tongue-tied.

Nikos has more to say. "I hate that we are so far from each other; I
hate that we have drifted apart." He looks at me and catches me
blushing."What is going on with you these days?" he says with brotherly
concern. Are you having a good life in Boston?"

I regret that I haven't kept in touch with him, especially after his
short-lived marriage. He will always be my big bro and more than that.
The more is what's causing the sexual tension. I work up the courage to
say it: "I miss you, too, bro. A lot. It was the bad part of leaving
home." I leave out that I have masturbated often to visions of him and
that night in our bedroom. "I never told you how I feel about you. I had
to leave Greece, but I never wanted to leave you."

"I know you had to go to a place where you could be yourself, Yiannis.
Greece is not especially friendly to guys who are ...he pauses searching
for a word ... different."

I no longer have to wonder if he knows my whole story. It is out in the
open.

"Yes, I am different, Nikos, as I shuffle my feet. We never talked about
it."

As always, he knows how to get past the awkwardness. "You've always
been a private person. Mama and Papa might not like to hear about your
private life, but I want you to know that I'm OK with it. More than OK.
I want to know more about your life -- all parts of your life."

While my coming out driving in the car had been nearly seamless, this
sharing of my life is not. What does he want to know? Details about my
sex life in Boston? I am not ready to talk about that.

I fumble to answer. "Thank you for saying that, bro," then, I change
the subject. "By the way I am sorry I wasn't here to help you through
the divorce. It couldn't have been fun."

"Actually, it went smoothly. Penelope didn't want to be married either.
Once we figured that out, telling our parents was the hard part. They
were shocked. We had been married only three months and they had gone all
out. A big fat expensive Greek wedding followed by a big fat Greek
divorce." He chuckles."I didn't like being married, but I do miss
having sex regularly. She was good, but nothing like you were that night.
I'm looking forward to tonight."

I am taken aback by his bluntness and hard in my shorts.All of my
wondering about reconnecting sexually had been unnecessary. It was going
to happen. Can I even wait until the "tonight" he talks about. I don't
have to wonder for long.

Nikos reaches over, takes my hand, and pulls it onto his right thigh. My
hand is putty in his. I'm not sure what I should do, but I rub the top
of his leg for a minute, then gradually move my hand to the inside of his
thigh.

I feel the outline of his ample cock snaking down his right leg. As I
remember, it is long and thin. He keeps his eyes on the road as I trace
his penis up and down. Should I do more than touch him through his denim
as we drive along the road?

He settles it for me. "Why don't you put your head on my lap like a
good brother. Get down on your knees on the floor and grab my waist.
That's it. That's a good boy."

With my head on his crotch I can't believe how much heat he radiates
through his jeans and underwear.

"Smell my crotch, little bro," he commands, and I am right on it. I
swear I can smell his fragrant uncircumcised cock through his clothing. I
sniff and lick the well-worn denim.

"Kiss the bulge in my pants," he leads me on as I saturate his pants
with my grateful spit.

"Now unzip my fly and put your hand inside." His voice holds such
authority over me.

I latch onto the metal tab that will unlock his beauty. He lifts slightly
to flatten himself out and make it easier. I use two hands to pull open
his fly. I touch his cotton underwear inside, moist from his sweat. His
dick lengthens as I rescue it from its trapped downward position and tug
it upward toward the elastic of his briefs. I use two fingers to move his
foreskin up and down despite the restrictions placed on me by the fabric.
He groans as I pull his skin up and down.

"I have waited a long time for you to touch it," he says.

This massaging of his penis through his undies isn't going to be enough
for me. As I push my face closer to his crotch and smell his raw
maleness, I want more. I don't wait for him to order me. I unbuckle his
belt, unbuttoning his tight Levi's and flapping his jeans downward as he
smiles and nods approval. I push his Levi's down past his thighs and he
lifts enough for me to slide them and his wet white BVDs down to his
knees.

There it is. His impressive cock with foreskin stretching outward to
accommodate the distinctively large head that is almost an inch thicker
than the shaft. I haven't seen many uncut dicks in the US -- the land of
circumcised-crazed doctors -- but the few I have seen had helmets not
close in size to his sitting atop their shafts. Nikos's cockhead is so
big, I wonder how his foreskin manages to stretch enough to hold it all
inside.

Wrapping my hand around him, I scope his copious pubic hair, blanketing
upward toward his flat belly. He is hairier than I remember, There is a
grove of thick blackness as it meets the hair on his belly. I admire his
rugged package as I grip his dick, so long that I could fit both hands
around it, one on top of the other. I feel proud to have such a sexy
brother. "What should I do now?" I think.

He is the master of directness. "Well, Yiannis, are you going to suck it
or just admire it?"

I am done admiring it. I bend over and sniff the tip and slide the
foreskin down uncovering the part of him I am obsessed by.

"I didn't shower this morning," he says. "I wanted to treat you. I
remember how much you love the smell of my unwashed cock." That he
hasn't showered is no surprise. I remember our mother constantly nagging
him to do so and his dismissive reluctance. I move closer. I don't want
to let his scent fade away in the hot air.

For me, a man's fragrance is the switch that turns me into a wild
animal.I'm ready to do anything he wants. My nose is deep inside his
foreskin and, yes, he obviously hasn't showered today or yesterday
either. He is ripe and it is strong.

My own penis is bursting in my pants. Kneeling on the floor of the
passenger seat, I unbuckle my belt and pulldown my jeans and pull out my
own uncut piece. I am draped over his legs as my mouth slides onto his
moist cock. As I lather him, I am of two minds. I want to clean him
completely with my tongue, but I also want the flavor to last that only
an uncut dick emits. He is laughing, perhaps picking up on my dilemma or
just satisfied by how much I desire him. He lets his dick rest in my
mouth for a minute before telling me what is going to happen.

"I am going to make you suck every inch, Yiannis, test the limits of
your gag reflex, see how much you can handle. I am going to make your
mouth my plaything, your tongue and throat my property. Are you up for
being my cocksucker?" He simultaneously lifts his pelvis upward from the
driver's seat -- I am happy there is no traffic -- and pushes my head
onto his 8-incher.

"Now you know what you were missing these last eight years," he says
with confident smugness. "Open up for me, just like that night in our
bedroom. I haven't been sucked in a long time and I need it bad."

After nearly choking a few times because of his length, I come up for
air, breathing heavily but eager to resume. I drop my natural reluctance
to verbalize what's happening. "You know, bro, I have always been hot
for you. I was too afraid to tell you -- and then that night happened. I
hope you know I'll do anything you want," staring into his eyes and
hinting that I am open to more than sucking his dick. I hope he takes the
hint.

"Ummm, I like that idea," he becomes more enlivened. "You know what
they say about us Greeks -- was it Socrates who used to fuck his students
in the butt? I have fantasized about being your Socrates. You must have
noticed how I look at your meaty ass. Tonight, we'll find out if you are
a real Greek or all talk," he smirks.

I love when my bro talks tough, but this words make me wonder myself if I
can handle him as only two guys penetrated me in Boston and it hurt, and
they weren't close to his size.

Suddenly, this talk of fucking my ass has driven Nikos over the edge and
he is plowing my mouth with more intensity, pushing my head down with
more authority.

"I'm not going to last much longer, bro...your mouth is like a furnace.
I can feel you drawing my load out of my balls. You want my cum in your
mouth or maybe not," he teases. "Tell me where you want my cum. Do you
want me to shoot it on the floor or in your mouth?" He is such a tease.

Panicking that he'll pull out and leave my hungry, I glue my mouth to
his cock by way of an answer and grip it firmly. I know he is playing
with me. He knows how much I want to swallow his dick juice.

"All right, Yiannis, you keep doing what you're doing, and you'll get
your mouth filled. Is that what you want? I told you I haven't shot my
wad in a couple of weeks. I hope you are hungry."

Getting back to work, I use my tongue, breathe through my nose,
concentrate on pleasuring him. When I get down to his pubes, I take a
deep whiff of his crotch. He is sweaty and ripe on this hot Greek day. I
lube his foreskin with my saliva, purse my lips and resolve to give my
handsome brother the best blowjob he's ever had.

As I suck his dick, I can think of only two things: How excited I will be
when he shoots in my mouth and the taste of his cum. I have only a faint
memory of what his tastes like.

Nikos's breathing gets heavier, his hand on my head stronger. "Keep
going bro, take it all the way down. .... fuck, I am so close."

I soon get what I have waited eight years for: He unloads one shot, two,
three, four. My mouth fills up with spunk. It has a distinct flavor
--stronger than the American boys I have tasted. Thicker. Gamier. Nikos
is a loud cummer, almost scaring me with his urgency.

"Fuck, bro ... jeezus christ, take my cum, you cocksucker ... fuck," he
is unabashedly shouting to the world, although I'm the only one who can
hear him

I let his cum coat the inside of my mouth for a minute. I have never had
such a big load -- it tastes both sweet and sour -- before I let it slide
into my belly. I ease my mouth off slowly, knowing firsthand how
sensitive uncut men are after they cum. I really want to keep him in my
mouth a while longer to savor his taste and feel him soften, but I also
want to see the remnants of his cum on the large head. I want clean it
and smell what is left.

As his foreskin moves upward, reclaiming the head, I gently pull it back
in order to explore the glistening head. It has flecks of cum waiting to
be licked off.

NEXT: Tonight in our old bedroom

Other stories I've posted are (in Encounters) The Bass Player, The Pact
(both

Sept. 13,'17), James (Jan. 26, '18), "At the Underwear Rack" (2 parts,

April 23 '19). "Aleksandr (Aug. 20, '20); In Urination: Drink It (2
parts, Sept. 24, '18) and Lesson at Rock River (Nov. 6, '18); In Adult
Youth -- Aaron's Basement

(Jan. 12, '18); In Authoritarian -- Taken in the Woods (May 28, '18),
Forced Reenactment, Nov. 12, Dec. 14; The Punishment that Wasn't (Feb. 9,
April 2 2020); In Camping, -- the 4-part Camping with Josh (Sept. 24,
'18) and in High School -- "William the Great" (3 parts, Jan, 16, '19).