Date: Sun, 27 May 2007 08:19:15 -0400 (EDT) From: Herb Cat Subject: Rip Folder: Around the World 10 Greece Copyright 2007 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission. Please note: this story depicts oral and anal sex between male adults and male minors. If this offends you or is illegal to publish in your jurisdiction, or you are under the age of 18, read no further. The characters, locations and incidents in this story are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. As an author, I welcome feedback on my writing. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you. ----- "Next stop, Athens, Greece." As they waited in the Rome airport for Olympic Airlines flight 240 to board, Malcolm began to quiz the boys on what they knew about Greece already. They had already seen a lot of ancient Greek culture in the various museums they'd been to. Of course, they did tend to confuse it with ancient Roman, Etruscan, Egyptian and various other cultures -- "when you've seen one old marble bust, . . ." But one idea they seemed to understand clearly. The stories of Mercury, Priapus, Ganymede, etc. all combined to give the impression that these pederasts of old enjoyed sex. There were no associations of sin or shame with the pleasures of the body. The plane took off on time at 7:15 PM and 3 hours later they landed in Athens. Fortunately, Malcolm had reserved a rental car and called the Acropolis View Hotel ahead of time to book two connecting rooms. However, he had not counted on the direction signs here. Throughout Europe, regardless of the language, he had managed to follow the signs written in the Roman alphabet he had learned in kindergarten. But now the signs were Greek. Sure, in college he had learned the Greek alphabet while rushing the frat houses, but that was of no help to him now. He realized the full impact of that old complaint, "It's Greek to me." But after many wrong turns and several stops to try to ask directions of passersby who seemed to know no English, the four weary travelers finally checked in and started up to their rooms. This time Malcolm was looking right at Maria when Juan asked the inevitable question, "What's the age of consent here?" Sure enough, the glimmer of a smile was unmistakable on her face. She knew something. "Uh, it's 15, Juan." "OK. So which room is ours, Malcolm?" Maria kissed her boys good night and went into her room. Before retiring, she looked out the window and discovered the hotel's name was no lie. There in front of her this December night were the lit temples of the Acropolis. Next door, Pepito also was looking at the ancient columns. "Did Julius Caesar gum here, Malgum?" "Let's find out." Malcolm hooked up the laptop and googled Caesar and soon found that He had indeed come to Greece to defeat his rival Pompey in 48 BC. "And den he went to Paris." Malcolm had to explain that no, it was BC, so the year 52 came before 48. "That's silly. Why did people back den count backwards?" .oOo. Malcolm and Maria found there was plenty in this old city to keep two rambunctious boys entertained. They could walk to the Acropolis, clamber about the Temple of Nike in their own Nikes, pretend they were naked athletes in the Agora's Gymnasium. They spent an afternoon at the Planetarium, learning about all the Greek gods for whom the constellations were named. But the IME was the most exciting museum they had visited throughout Europe, with its multimedia shows specifically geared to young kids. And in the Hellenic Cosmos, Juan and Pepito donned special glasses and took a virtual reality tour of ancient Greece. Maria thought the peaceful Temple of Hephaestus with its surrounding gardens, was beautiful. She also loved the quiet moments when she could sit in the hotel's rooftop garden with a glass of wine and admire the Parthenon or listen to music emanating from the Herod Atticus Theater. Malcolm found the week in Athens equally entertaining, being wakened each morning to find his cock inside an eager six-year old mouth, and settling down each evening with an equally eager eleven-year old asshole bidding his cock goodnight. And there were often other pleasant midday encounters. On the final night of their week in Athens, Malcolm lay on the bed between his precious boys. He looked over at Juan, his little eromenos sleeping peacefully. The boy was giving him so much; was he fulfilling his role as erastes? Malcolm realized he was perhaps more selfish than he had thought he was, for here in Athens he was happy to have Juan all to himself and not need to share him with men of all ages and nationalities. Looking at that sweet face and hearing his soft breathing, it was hard to imagine all the different cums the lad had happily taken into his body. Malcolm then turned and spooned his torso about Pepito, his eromenos in waiting. He also had drunk several cum cocktails already on this trip. Pepito stirred and though still fast asleep, seemed to push his tiny sweet ass back into Malcolm's groin. He thought again about the boy's innocent question to his mother back in Brighton. Some day he would be penetrating that tiny lovely rosebud. It was only a matter of when. Maria told Malcolm he would know when the time was right. But would he? He had never made love to a boy so young. At times, the heart seems to write its signs in a strange alphabet and it is so fucking hard to go the right direction. The next morning, Malcolm turned in the rental car and the family boarded Olympic Airlines 6, a lunchtime flight that in half an hour delivered them to the Island of Naxos. .oOo. After they checked into the Barbouni Hotel, Malcolm told the boys how his sister and brother-in-law had come to this island to work eighteen years before. How they came back every summer to dig for ancient artifacts. And how much their son Rippy enjoyed this island. "Si, I member you used to fug Rippy. You told us dat." "Yes, Pepito, he was a wonderful sweet boy. Just like you. Now he's all grown up, and he travels all over the world taking pictures." "I hope we take lots of pictures here," Maria remarked. "The island is so beautiful. Even looking down from the plane, these little islands looked like Paradise. The Cyclades, I think they call them. Just look at that sandy beach. I know it's December, but it's warm today. Let's go lay on the sand. I'm going to put on my bathing suit." "Yippee! Come on, Malcolm, let's get our suits on." "You can if you want, boys. I won't need mine." "Do you mean they got nudey beaches here too." Malcolm nodded. "Yippee, let's go." Although it wasn't the height of the season, there were still tourists from all over Europe on the island, especially Scandinavians escaping the northern winter. Each day Juan met a lad from one country or another. Maria wandered the small shops, looking for antiques, figurines, religious icons, leather handbags, and the woven fabrics that Naxos is famous for. Malcolm laughed that if they wanted a souvenir of the island, they could buy a sheet of sandpaper, for that is one of the local products. The family indulged their appetites for the Greek cuisine. Pepito was developing quite a taste for olives, and was happy to see real olive trees. Juan liked the little anchovies. They found several nice restaurants in the village of Chora, but were excited to find the Picasso Mexican Bistro. Maria thought the local specialty, lemon liqueur, was excellent, and Malcolm suggested it might be because Dionysus, god of wine, came from Naxos. Malcolm elaborated the myth for the boys. Zeus also grew up on Naxos, and he was planning to take them up to see Zeus's temple on Mount Za. His son, Dionysus, was born from Zeus's thigh, -- that made both boys giggle hysterically, -- and was raised by nymphs. He fell in love and married Ariadne, who had run away from her father. In fact there's a lover's leap in Chora where poor Ariadne supposedly jumped to her death. Pepito thought the myths were silly. .oOo. One day, on the beach at Plaka, the boys were playing (nude of course) and Malcolm was just sitting watching them. Maria was off shopping somewhere. Of course Juan and Pepito had found a bunch of children to play with, two girls and a boy, all towhead blondes that must have been siblings. Malcolm decided the man watching them must be their father so in case he had any misgivings about these two darker-skinned youngsters, Malcolm decided to introduce himself. "Hi, I'm Malcolm, and those two lads are mine. Well, no, I'm not their father, but I look after them." "God dag. Name's Toffe. Yeah, I been lookin at your two brown bitch boys. Nice arsels they have, you know, bums. Wouldn't mind trying them out some time." Toffe started stroking his penis. Malcolm was shocked by Toffe's forthright courseness. "If you want to trade, kamrat, take your pick, the bitch Felicia there is 9, and her little sister Lowisa is 3, or if you're of the other persuasion, Sammy there is 7. Or take all three if you want. They all got bitch holes that can please." "Shit, what's wrong with you? Where do you come from? You fuck your own little children?" As soon as he said it, Malcolm realized what he was doing wasn't much different. "Nothing wrong with me, kamrat. I just love a good samlag! We're from Sweden by the way, and the kids aren't mine. They're my brother's. Well, Lowisa might be mine, I'm not sure." "And you fuck them all?" "Hell, ja. And their mother, and sometimes their pappa when I'm in the mood. We Swedes just love samlag." "And the children enjoy it? I mean, yeah, maybe Felicia, but the little ones?" "Aa, they still cry and scream. Their mother has to hold them down for me, but I don't mind. A feisty little kid is a real turn on. Felicia was the same way when I started doing her, but she's all compliant now. Look at her, she's flirting with you, rubbing her pussy for you to see. So how about it, do we have a trade? I'd sure like a piece of those two brun arsels. I bet they're still nice and tight, right? But they're not virgins, I figure." "Pepito still is." Shit, Malcolm, what are you saying? Why are you talking to him about your angels like this. Like they're just sex objects? "Yeah, I figured the older bitch knew the score. What is he 9? 10?" "Juan's 11." "Does Pepito just sit and watch then?" "No, he sucks me." Malcolm, shut up already. "Nice. So when you going to open his arsel? Don't wait too long. Kid should learn early what it feels like." "I'm not sure. Maybe soon." OK, Malcolm, you've sunk to his level now. "If you want me to, I'll open him up for you. No charge. Glad to do it. You just hold him for me." "No, thanks. Really. I only fuck children in the context of love. I make sure they want it as much as I do." "Shit, OK. Suit yourself, kamrat. To me they're all just bitches, boys and girls both. The sooner they learn that their holes are for my cock, the better. Look, they're all running over here now. . . . Hi there, Juan, Pepito. Your dad here, oh I forgot, he ain't your dad, well, he's been telling me all about you. Pepito, I hear you're a world-class cocksucker. You want to try my manslem on for size? Malcolm here says I shouldn't force you, only if you really want it. Right, Malcolm, that's what you said?" "No, I mean, that's not quite what I said." But Pepito was already was giggling and opening his mouth. "Well, look at that, Malcolm. The boy does want my semen. Sammy, see how nice the boy opens up for me. And he ain't as old as you are. Let that be a lesson to you. So, kiddies, here's how Malcolm and me planned it. First Pepito, my little bitch boy, gets me all primed, then I show Juan how a Swedish man fucks. I know you'll like that wouldn't you? Then I'll fuck Pepito. Juan, you may have to hold him. Meanwhile, Felicia you hold Sammy and Lowisa so my kamrat Malcolm here can fuck them little bitches. He can fuck you last. He might want your bitch cunt, but I think he's probably an ass man, right Malcolm?" Toffe reached to pull Pepito's smiling head toward his crotch while Felicia came over and started petting Malcolm's dick. Little Lowisa, however, was trying to hide behind Sammy for protection and Juan was not happy at all. "No!!" Juan grabbed Pepito and started running away, Malcolm following. A safe distance down the beach from the nasty man, Juan stopped and glared at Malcolm. "Why did you do that? I thought you loved us. Why are you letting strange men play with us like that? You're supposed to protect us!" Malcolm couldn't think of anything to say. The fact that Toffe was lying and twisting everything didn't matter. There were many times Malcolm could have just taken the boys and left, but he didn't. He let the situation escalate. He was wrong, and fortunately, Juan knew how to rescue his unknowing little brother. Malcolm cried and hugged his babies close. He was sorry and he hoped they knew that. It was a few days before Juan could get intimate again, but sweet little Pepito convinced him that Malcolm really was sorry, and really did love them both. .oOo. Malcolm planned a whirlwind of activities to try to erase the Plaka memory. They rented bikes one day, went fishing another, took a boat to Delos and climbed around on the ruins and saw the famous lions there. They photographed the Portara at sunset, the gate which is on all the brochures of Naxos. They saw a hidden school where the Greek children had their lessons in secret when the Turks were ruling the island. In Flerio they saw the Kouros, a statue of a boy, possibly the lovely Apollo, lying on the ground; he was 21 feet tall! They climbed Mount Za. And of course, they visited the small museum which displayed the artifacts Malcolm's sister had uncovered. One of the nicknames for the city of Chora is Calliopolis ("most beautiful city"), and Maria thought that described the whole island.