Date: Wed, 28 Jan 2009 20:27:43 +0000 From: clever wag Subject: A Professor's Greek Holiday Part 4 A Professor's Greek Holiday (Part Four) This is the continuation of a story about sex between older men and boys in a fictitious part of modern Greece.In later stages it will contain some bisexual content too. It is in every sense a work of the imagination and a fantasy. It is very graphic and safe sex is not practiced. If such stuff offends you or you are not of legal age in your country please do not read it. It is your choice. I always welcome feedback and suggestions so feel free to email me at cleverwag@hotmail.com Otherwise...enjoy... Dave Snow 4. `Goodmorning,' a voice called to him from above. He dragged his gaze away from the delicious collection of naked boys before him and upwards. On the large terrace on the first floor of the villa,there stood a sun-darkened plump fellow of about sixty, maybe, with long white hair tied at the back and a flowing multi-coloured kaftan, leaning over a parapet. This, the old man presumed, was the owner of this paradise. 'Welcome!'the friendly-looking individual boomed, with a smile and a wave. His accent was American. 'I'm Harold Liddell!' 'I'm Robert Smythe' the old man replied, and immediately regretted it.Maybe he should have used a false name. 'Not..the Robert Smythe...?' Harold Liddell then asked. 'I suppose that depends on who you understand the Robert Smythe to be,' said the old man. 'Robert Smythe, Professor of Classics, known worldwide for his studies of Ancient Sparta? That Robert Smythe?' Robert Smythe lowered his eyes in some embarrassment. 'Perhaps it isn't something that should be shouted about, or not here at least,' he said. 'Oh don't worry, Professor, we practice absolute confidentiality here, I assure you. You are indeed a most honoured guest at my humble little abode...Glad you could make it! Come on up!'Ilia! The American shouted down something in Greek to the blonde boy who'd accompanied the Professor from the village to this incredible place. The lad obediently left his companions by the pool and ran back to the Professor. He was entirely naked now, as were all the other boys, and Robert Smythe saw Ilia's cock for the first time. It was amost fully erect, and, for a kid of his age, pretty big and surprisingly thick. He was also the proud possessor of a pair of heavy balls. How had he managed to pack all that into a pair of tight ripped denim cutoffs without it all popping out? Well it was all out now. He looked absolutely wonderful, young and smooth and fresh and completely horny and eager. Ilia noticed the old man looking at his cock and smirked a little, swaying his hips just a touch so that the cock swung and bounced. Then he turned with a pout, and took the man by the hand. Robert Smythe watched the boy's wiggling hard little bottom as he was led around the pool towards the house. As they passed a bush, the Professor heard the American bellow: 'oh look at Stavros and Pietro, they can't seem to leave each other alone! Stavros? Was he here too, that ugly-faced, gorgeous muscleboy, whom he'd seen working in the kitchen of the taverna covered in sweat? Oh that would be just too perfect! But the Professor then remembered that Stavros was only the name he had given the kitchen-boy in his fabulous fantasy of the night before. Just beyond the bush, and in full view of anyone who cared to watch, two boys, naked of course, were lazily licking and caressing each other. One was short and stocky with pale-gold skin and a meaty toned body,the other was a deep brown,almost sun-blackened, and lithe and wiry. Their cocks were massively engorged as they let their hands and tongues roam,groaning and gasping.Which one was Pietro and which one was Stavros? Pietro wasn't a Greek name,it was Italian, or Spanish. So it seemed that whatever net Harold Liddell cast to catch his fine collection of teenage specimens, it stretched beyond Greece. `Pietro and Stavros! Pietro and Stavros!' Ilia cried out, `fucky fucky fucky!' Hearing him some of the boys from the pool ran over. Pietro and Stavros smiled up at their new audience and continued to play, even more aroused now that they were being observed. Then the more fair-skinned of the two went down on the other's cock and began to lick it up and down, finally taking it in his soft mouth. 'Oh Pietro sucky sucky!' Ilia squealed. So it was Pietro who was the light-skinned one, and Stavros was the darker of the two. Stavros arched his back and squirmed, every fine lean muscle straining. The watching boys grinned and roared their approval and encouragement, as they touched and rubbed their chests and abdomens and squeezed their cocks. The Professor let his eyes travel over this delicious bunch of horny young masturbators, their hard teenage bodies gleaming in the heat, their swelling cocks sticking proudly out from beneath their ribbed perfect stomachs. He could tell by the cocks that some of them came from places other than Greece. Some were circumcized, some weren't. Two or three were positively nordic, blonde boy-gods with lightly-tanned skins, and one or two looked like American surferboys, or jocks. Another looked English - the old man didn't quite know why: maybe it was his spiky gelled hair and the fact that he reminded him of a shirtless skaterboy he'd once watched in his local park, shirtless and wiry. There was a lovely asian boy there too, possibly Indian, very dark and sinewy and oily-sknned. He saw two black boys also, African he presumed. One of these was very young, he reckoned. He looked like one of those ridiculously young boy-soldiers the Professor had seen in documentaries about terrible wars in Africa. The little lad's shiny cock, rigid as iron, seemed enormous against his small but already solidly defined frame. Pietro, who he'd been sucking Stavros's cock eagerly, now raised himself and sitting on his haunches and lifting Stavros's knees over his shoulders, he let his swollen cock slip slowly into Stavros's hole and began to fuck him,rhthmically and with grim determination. The other boys cheered and clapped and chanted. Stavros yelled in excitement, his body trembling and stiffening with each thrust. It was the most delectable sight the Professor had seen in a long long time. He looked at Ilia, whom he still thought the prettiest of this amazing bunch, possibly because he was such an obvious and willing little slut, in his every gesture and expression. Ilia now grinned at him, letting his hands ride up his shiny hard boyish pectorals, and he pulled and twisted his nipples. Clearly this kid has extremely sensitive nipples, the old man thought, he never leaves them alone. He's going to get a serious fucking soon, and from me. Then with a great cry the little African boy with the cock that was too big for his body spurted out a great shower of cum. He hadn't been able to hold back any longer. The creamy burst travelled far too, all over Stavros, landing in great gobs on the Greek boy's heavenly chest. The others howled with laughter. The African kid looked bashful.He shouldn't have been ashamed. He'd shot an impressive load. 'Ilia!' shouted the American again, still up on the terrace watching all this. Ilia, with a little pout of disappointment, grabbed the Professor's hand again and led him away, tugging him towards the house. Once again the Professor stared at his bubbly little arse. He wanted to fuck it so bad. They entered a huge airy hallway at the centre of which was an wide ornate staircase. Ilia led the old man up the stairs to another large room with big sliding windows opening out onto the terrace. On a leather couch against one of the walls a bronzed boy lay on his back, apparently asleep. He was a wearing a loose shirt which had fallen open to reveal his silky smooth rippling chest and abdomen.He wasn't wearing anything else. His beautiful muscularity was all the more striking because his body was glistening with babyoil. His cock was still semi-hard and on his sixpack stomach and there were steaks of cum on it, still wet, mixed with the sweat and oil. Ilia sniggered. 'Giorgos he been fucky...' 'Been fucky?' asked Robert Smythe. 'Yes I was fucking him when I heard your car arrive, I didn't quite finish' said Harold Liddell, who had come into the room from the terrace. 'Im sorry I interrupted you,' the Professor said. 'Oh please don't apologise, it seems he came anyway. And now he's asleep, the dear thing...' Ilia ran to the plump American and threw his brown arms around the man's big belly. 'Hello little slut. Harold Liddell ruffled the kid's long blonde locks. 'Hi boss,' Ilia giggled. Professor Smythe was still gazing at the amazing youth on the couch. 'Isn't he glorious?'said the American. 'He's only just arrived. I've been following him around the hills for weeks. I just had to have him. Just look at that body...' 'I am,' said the old man. 'Like a young Spartan...' 'Absolutely, especially with the oil...' 'Yes he rather liked that. Being oiled up. God him real excited, horny little fuck. After I'd rubbed it all over him i just had to fuck him, and I shouldn't have really...' 'Why not?' 'I usually leave the new ones to Bobo to break in...' 'Bobo?' The professor at last pulled his gaze away from the lovely youth and turned to the American. He had to gulp. While his back had been turned, Ilia had managed to dive under Harold Liddell's kaftan and to lift it up, and he was now on his knees busily sucking and slobbering all over the plump man's cock. Harold Liddell didn't seem at all perturbed, although his eyes were flickering with pleasure. 'Yes, Bobo, the gardener, you maybe saw him on the driveway...' 'The blackman...' 'Yes, now aint he a fine specimen of humanity...' Ilia continued to gobble away, making little whimpering noises as he did so. 'So Bobo gets to... break them in...' 'Yes, once a boy has had Bobo's beast of a dick in his pretty ass, you know a boy can take anything...' Harold Liddell's eyes closed as he approached orgasm. Outside, from the grounds, there was a great roar from the boys out there, and a lot of cheering. 'I guess Pietro came in Giorgio or the other way round...' said Harold Liddell, and then he too threw his head back and roared himself. Ilia pulled back from the man's cock just in time to receive a volcanic splatter of sperm all over his cute cocksucking face. 'Thank God for Viagra,' declared Harold Liddell, with a big and very satisfied smile. 'Thank you Ilia, now go play.' He repeated the instruction in Greek. Ilia got up, rubbing the cum from his lips and nose and wiping it on his chest, almost casually. He pouted with disappointment, looking at the Professor. He clearly hadn't had enough yet. 'Go,' said Harold Liddell, sharply, smacking the slut's pert buttocks. Ilia gave Professor Smythe a final flirtatious look over his shoulder as he skipped away and down the stairs. 'He's the horniest kid here,' said the American. 'I need to fuck him...' said the Professor. 'You will, and soon, but first lets have some lunch, you look like you need it.'