Date: Sun, 19 Aug 2018 03:59:43 +0300
From: Grayhair99
Subject: FATHER AND SON

   This is a real story happened in Cyprus a few years ago. The situation
is real; however, the places and names of people are changed.

    This story also contains descriptions of sexual interactions.  If you are
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FATHER AND SON

By Grayhair99

     September on Cyprus - when figs, grapes and pomegranates are in
season.  I used to come to this spot and park on the side of the road
dividing the orchard filled with this fruit from the narrow strip of pebble
beach.  Located on the outskirts of Paphos, this area had many orchards
owned by well-groomed local Cypriots as well as forlorn Turks who had
abandoned this part of the island and moved to the north during the
inter-ethnic conflict.  While lying on the beach under the scorching sun I
always dreamed of quenching my thirst with fruit from the neighboring
orchard.

    At the edge of the village there was a small building similar to a
country cottage.  Sometimes the owners would come to this cottage but I
was reluctant to start up a conversation with them.

     Once when I came to this usually abandoned beach, I spotted two
men basking in the sun at my favorite spot near the water's edge.  I went
up closer to them, greeted them (in English) and began the usual small
talk about the good weather and calm sea.  They responded in kind,
agreeing about the weather and invited me to join them if I was alone.  I
sat next to one of them on the pebbles but they immediately invited me
to share their large beach towel.  I accepted their invitation and, like
them, lay down on my stomach.

   My neighbor turned out to be much friendlier than his companion and
we began discussing the standard subjects, like "have you been here for
a long time?", "where did you come from?", "Are you alone or with
your family?" and so on.  During the course of the conversation I found
out that my new acquaintances were native Cypriots

    Although 30 years old they were not married and liked to spent time
in the company of men.  In response to my further questions about these
preferences my neighbor said he would rather not go into details
considering the negative view about such topics in his country.  After
these words it became obvious to me that the young man didn't want to
admit that he was gay.

   (N.B.  In rather conservative Cyprus there has long been
discrimination against same-sex orientation, and only very recently
have the people there become more tolerant and same-sex
marriages have even been permitted).

    The second young man added little to our conversation and even fell
asleep listening to our chatting and the sound of the waves.  The body of
the young man lying next to me, whose name was Dimitrios, was quite
close to mine so when we moved around we unintentionally touched
each other.  This did not bother him at all.  Emboldened by this, from
time to time, as a sign that I appreciated certain things he said, I caressed
him with my palm along his back and even on his supple buns
highlighted by his tight speedo.

    At one point I turned over on my back, placed my hand right under his
side and gradually slid it under his belly.  Dimitrios got up on his elbows
and knees, thus leaving enough space for my hand to slide under the top
of his speedo and feel his engorging shaft.  He looked all around and
glanced at his friend sleeping next to him.

    Then he faced me and with his free hand pushed his speedo lower so
that the elastic speedo top was under his scrotum.  I grasped his now
completely reachable cock with my hand and began to squeeze it gently
all along his shaft.  Dimitrios reached for my shorts, unzipped them and
also grasped my completely engorged cock in his hand.

    While jerking each other off, just to be sure we kept looking all
around us and gradually increased the rhythm.  Fear of being caught
compelled us to more active and quick movements and that brought both
of us to the point of no return.  And that happened rather quickly.  First
Dimitrios and then I aimed the contents of our balls toward each
other.   The thick white liquid from his shaft shot onto my thigh and
dripped onto the towel.  A few seconds later the spurts from my balls
then covered his black bush and diminishing cock with thick white
cream.

    With a sigh of relief we both pulled on our swim trunks and rushed to
jump into the sea.  When we came out of the water we saw a masculine
figure in lightweight jogging shorts running along the edge of the sea
and gradually approaching us.  Dimitrios waved to the runner, called
him and invited him to join us.  When Dimitrios introduced me I was
pleasantly surprised to learn that this new stranger was his father.  He
cordially stretched out his hand and informed me that his name was
Nikos.

     When he heard my name and nationality, his smile widened and he
said he loved Russians but had never had an opportunity to converse
with them because of the language barrier.  Nikos was pleased that I
knew English and suggested that we meet in the near future to continue
our discussion.  My surprise was even greater when my new
acquaintance invited me to visit him the next day in his home
surrounded by the same coveted orchard across the road from the
beach.  After a short farewell, his father continued jogging along the
beach and the son, after waking up his friend, set off toward the house in
the orchard.

    After noon the next day I again came to the same parking lot across
from the orchard and remembering the invitation I had received the day
before, walked along the gravel road  toward my new friends' house.  I
caught sight of Nikos working in the middle of his orchard.  When he
saw me, he quickly came up to me, greeted me warmly not only with a
handshake but also hugged my shoulders.  He wanted to show me his
orchard and during our stroll he picked some fruit from the trees and
offered it to me.  Soon my pockets and arms were filled with fruit and
we set out for his house.

     As soon as we entered the house Nikos skillfully opened up a
pomegranate and handed me half of it.  He taught me how to eat the
seeds by swallowing them whole and told me about the useful qualities
of this fruit.  During the course of our conversation he asked me many
questions about my country, talked about his profession and his passion
for making wine.  He also shared about his life in the summer on the
seashore.  He remembered that once he saw two men kissing and
hugging on the beach and how that displeased him.  But most of the time
he talked about his love of tending the orchard and making wine.

    Then he mentioned that unfortunately he had become less active
because of low back pain.   I sympathized with him and offered to give
him a light massage, which might lessen his pain.  He accepted my offer,
took off his t-shirt and lay down on his stomach on a wide bed.  After
applying olive oil (the pride of Cypriot orchards) to my hands, I began
massaging his back muscles.  Since his shorts hindered massaging the
lower part of his body, I suggested that he remove them.  Without any
embarrassment Nikos bared his buttocks and with legs slightly spread
apart stretched out on his stomach.

    I kneaded the muscles on his legs gradually getting nearer to his
crotch along the back of his legs, and then I intentionally touched behind
his balls with my fingers.  This activity bothered Nikos so he put his legs
together and turned over on his back.  I continued the massage at first on
his chest covered with short dark hair and his stomach.   On his lower
legs I kneaded his calves and spent more time on his hips.  Here again I
progressed along the inner part of his thighs getting closer and closer to
his scrotum.

    Now this time my "patient", with his eyes shut, showed no discomfort
when I touched his intimate parts.  Moreover, his cock gradually
increased in size, moved and rose to an erection along the upper part of
his thighs.  I continued the massage below his stomach and carefully
touched his erection.  At a certain point I grasped it with my well-oiled
fingers and pulled down his foreskin, exposing his bright pink tip.  A
large drop of clear precum oozed out of the opening on the tip.  Nikos'
body tensed up, his balls rose upward from the mattress  and his erect
shaft pointed straight up.  These movements and light groans proved that
this complete massage was pleasing to my "patient".

     With my free hand I unzipped my shorts, took out my erect cock
through the opened fly and began to rub it with longitudinal
movements.  I brought my head closer to my partners crotch, kissed its
shining tip after licking the lubricant streaming out of it, placed my lips
on his frenulum and in that position began to move along the outside of
the shaft down to the convex urethra.  In addition I was sucking it a bit
and gently biting it with my teeth.

     When I reached his balls I put one of them  into my mouth and then
after several attempts I inserted the second one as well.  Having
carefully licked them with my tongue and moistened them with saliva I
took them out of my mouth.  With my lips I again grasped the proudly
standing steel rod and made my way to the alluring, radiant and supple
tip of his cock.  At the same time I grasped his shaft with my fingers and
began to slide his foreskin from the base to the top and back.  Having
inserted my tongue into the foreskin I licked around the head, alternating
the direction of the movement.

    Resting on his hands behind the back of his head Nikos craved having
his cock completely ensconced in a warm place so with a movement of
his buttocks he thrust his cock into my mouth which was hovering above
it.  When he felt the warm nest he began to wag his pelvis and fuck my
mouth.  I helped him by playing with my tongue and squeezing with my
fingers in a circular motion.

    These combined efforts were directed toward a single goal -
complete climax in the form of orgasm.  Exclamations by Nikos in a
language I do not understand, tensing of his body and cock, spurts of
warm liquid into my mouth and a final thrust with his cock deep into my
throat were all a signal that it had happened.
          Moving away from his diminishing phallus I wiped my lips with
the back of my hand and sat on my haunches near Nikos' hips.  He
stretched out his hand toward my standing hard-on, his firmly clenched
hand grasped it and brought me to ecstasy.  Streams of my sperm
splashed against his limp cock and slowly trickled down to his balls.

     We both looked at that intriguing phenomenon and laughed
loudly.  While he was dressing, Nikos again remembered seeing the two
men kissing and admitted that there is some mystery and charm in the
intimacy between men that he did not want to accept previously.

    With a smile I added that even people very close to him might enjoy
such mutual pleasure.  But he didn't understand my intimation.  During
the course of several subsequent meetings / always followed by whole-
body massage and happy ending, Nikos talked about his son and said the
frequent visits with his adult son's friends and their overnight stays in
his house were only innocent stag parties.

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