Date: Wed, 21 Nov 2018 00:51:37 -0500 From: RJ Subject: Greek Getaway Chapter 4 Greek Getaway by RJ This multi-part fiction involves sexual contact between a man and a father/son duo. If you are offended by themes of incest, do not read. If you have any comments about my work, or even just want to chat, please don't hesitate to message me. As always, please support Nifty in any way you can. ~ CHAPTER 4 ~ I'm sore when I wake up. Exhausted in mind, body, and soul. And it's so damn warm and cozy in this bed that I never want to get up. I keep my eyes shut and hum slightly, shifting to a more comfortable position. But then, slowly, I start to remember where I am. How I got here. What happened last night. My eyes snap open. That actually happened, right? That wasn't a dream? Admittedly it felt a little surreal to be living out not one but two of my sexual fantasies simultaneously -- one of them more surprising than the other. I'm still in denial, I think. I must have dreamt it. Honestly, it wouldn't be the first dream I've had about Dimitri and Nik. But this one was so terribly vivid. When I slide out of Dimitri's bed, I dress myself in the clothes I packed to sleep in and then hesitantly step outside. Nik's bedroom door, right across from Dimitri's, is wide open. I peer inside, but he's not in there. That's when I hear the clinking of glassware followed by soft-spoken voices. They must be in the kitchen. I take a breath and slowly make my way down the hallway until they come into view. Both of them are sitting at the small dining table, moderately dressed, eating what look to be sandwiches. For some reason, my first question is "What time is it?" They both look up at the sound of my voice, looking surprised before they both smile. But they're very different smiles. Dimitri seems to still be gauging my reaction; there's a hint of nervousness on his face. Nik, on the other hand, seems to be leaning towards cockiness. I even see him look me up and down once or twice. "A little past noon," Dimitri tells me. Noon? How long did I fucking sleep? "Jesus." Nik chuckles a bit. "I figured you'd want to rest," Dimitri says. He sets his sandwich down, focusing on me a bit. "How are you... feeling?" I glance at Nik, who's eyeing me as he takes a bite out of his food. "Sore?" I say, which makes Nik snort a bit. He coughs on his food and I laugh slightly. "But, um, good. I'm good." "You're good," Dimitri repeats, half-questioning, half-confirming. I just nod a little and he smiles a little more broadly. "Good. That's good." He seems a little relieved, maybe because he can see that I'm not mad about him not asking me whether or not it was okay for Nik to pop in last night. Being tied up was about trust after all, was it not? But I must have dropped the hint that I was into him and Nik heavily enough for him to pick up on. And I'm so glad he did. "Are you hungry?" he asks me. I grab my stomach, noticing that it's rumbling. "Starving, actually." "I'll fix something for you," he says, standing up. "I can wait until--" "Nonsense," he says, cutting me off. He stands up and offers his seat to me, so I take it. However, before I sit down, I pause, look up at him, and then kiss him. He hums against my lips as we share a soft, intimate kiss. He smiles at me when I break the kiss, and I sense the tension in him disappearing as he heads to the cabinet to make me something to eat. When I sit down, I adjust my chair a bit before looking up. Nik is looking right at me as he chews, and I feel somewhat unnerved by his stare. Something about him intimidates me. Not his figure, necessarily -- I could easily take him in a fight (if it ever came to that). But it's his attitude. His ease of confidence, I think, mixed with this cool, indifferent, playful aura he's got going on. And that grin. He knows he's daddy's boy. And so far he's been kind to me... But I wonder if he thinks I'm encroaching on his territory. "Did you have fun last night?" Nik asks. Dimitri immediately speaks up. "Don't start." "I'm just asking a question," he says, smiling at me, awaiting my answer. "Yeah," I say. "A lot, actually." "I knew you would. See?" he says to his father. "I told you. 'No doubt about it'." "Just eat your lunch," he says with a smile, fashioning me a sandwich. Nik chuckles a bit and I smile to myself, seeing how they interact. Now it's my turn to ask a question. "So, uh... How long has this been going on for?" I ask, pointing my finger back and forth between Nik and Dimitri. Nik takes a bite of his sandwich and says "He's been training me since birth." "Nikolaos!" Dimitri snaps, spinning around, looking from him to me. "What?" he says playfully. "It's just a joke," he says, but he winks at me when his father turns around. I don't get an answer to my question because Nik asks something else. "You're not still leaving tomorrow, are you?" Oh shit. That's right. My plan was to leave tomorrow evening. And then it's back to New York. But the thing is, I still haven't bought my ticket. I keep putting it off. Now I'm afraid I'll be putting it off for a little longer. "Maybe I'll stay an extra few days," I say after thinking about it, and Nik claps a little, which makes Dimitri laugh as he sets a sandwich in front of me and kisses the top of my head. "But I really have to go back to New York soon. I have people waiting on me." "Fuck them," Nik says, waving his hand as he chews and swallows. "As long as you're staying a little longer. Dad got to have all this fun with you all week and what did I get?" He says a word in Greek, which I guess means "nothing." He stands up, grabbing his empty plate and sucking his fingers clean. "I have some catching up to do." I smile slightly. The thought of "catching up" with Nik is admittedly exciting. I guess he's still cool with the whole situation with me and his dad -- clearly as long as he gets his cut. "So, Professor..." Nik sets his plate in the sink and then he leans against the counter. "I have a proposition for you." Dimitri chuckles. "Yes?" "We should go to Crete." Dimitri pauses, waiting for Nik to continue. "What's the proposition?" Nik just shrugs. "We get to go to Crete." I can't help but laugh. Dimitri scoffs as he cleans off the counter. "No." "Pretty please?" Nik asks. "We haven't been in so long, and I've been dying to go." "It's too far," Dimitri explains. "We could get Marconi to fly us." Dimitri seems amused. "You have school tomorrow." "So?" "So... You need to go to school." "We could just go today and not stay over," he insists. "Pleeease, papa?" He starts leaning into his dad. "It'd be fun. And Benji wants to go. Right, Benji?" They both turn to me and I feel like I'm being put on the spot. "Please don't involve me." "Thanks for having my back," he says with a grin before turning back to Dimitri. "Please please please?" Dimitri sighs, thinking about it before a long moment. Then he looks at me. "Would you want to come?" "What's in Crete?" I ask. "Beaches and beaches and beaches," Nik says with a happy smile before Dimitri pushes him away playfully. "We usually just go to lounge about or visit my friend Marconi," Dimitri says. "Who's in love with me," Nik adds with a smirk. Dimitri rolls his eyes, turning to his son. "He's not in love with you." "Yes he is. You see the way he looks at me. And he always buys me gifts." "Because he's rich." "And in love with me." Dimitri just shakes his head, rubbing his forehead with his fingers. "Just... Go call him and ask if he can make arrangements again." "Like he'll say no to me," Nik says with a smirk before kissing Dimitri's cheek and then hurrying to his room. Dimitri glances at me apologetically. "Sorry about that." I laugh. "About what? I'm having the time of my life right now." Just as Nik expected, the mysterious Marconi says yes, so we spend a bit of time packing to go out. We gather towels, a blanket, an umbrella, and pack a small cooler with drinks and a few fruits before putting on loose clothes. I make sure to bring my sketchbook in case inspiration strikes before we make our way to the pick-up location. Turns out Nik was dead serious when he said Marconi could fly us out there; there's a private jet waiting for us. I gawp at it in surprise, and Nik simply explains that Marconi, who owns one of the high-end apartment complexes in Crete, has flown the two of them out to the island on many occasions. Apparently Marconi always makes time for them. I don't complain. A thirty minute flight beats a 7 hour ferry ride. I gaze out the window as we speed across the Sea of Crete, locking hands with Dimitri as him and Nik reminisce about the last time they were with Marconi. Just listening to them, I get my own mental image of the man -- a caricature of a rich Italian mobster. For some reason, I can only picture him short, hairy, and dressed in a half-opened silk robe at all times. Not to mention the excessive jewelry on his fingers. I wonder how accurate my visualization is. When we finally land and get to Nik's favorite beach, I pause, seeing all the different people around. There aren't so many people to the point of being crowded -- apparently it's a semi-private beach. But there's a similarity between everyone who's attending. "Is... Is this a nude beach?" I ask. Nik turns and smiles. "Kind of. Yes. Well, 'Clothing is optional'," he says in a strange accent before he laughs a bit. That's for sure. Some people have full bathing suits on, but the vast majority of women have at least their tops off, and most of the men are fully naked. I swallow, walking behind Dimitri and Nik as Nik scopes out a spot for us to put our stuff down. He settles on a spot towards the center of the beach, somewhat near the water. We roll out the blanket and set up the umbrella beside the cooler before Nik and Dimitri immediately start stripping down to their bathing suits -- Nik in a speedo and Dimitri in very short shorts. I tense up a bit, still fully clothed, watching them in all their glory. Christ, they are so hot. And I'm about to be half-naked and in public with the pair of them. Nik glances at me. "You coming to swim?" "I guess," I say, biting my lip. "Do I have to take my shirt off?" I don't know why the thought still makes me uncomfortable. For whatever reason, when it comes to sex, I can get naked no problem. But I can barely innocently change in front of people, let alone go outside without a shirt on. It just feels so much more comfortable not being exposed. "You'd be the only one with a shirt on," Nik teases, chuckling, but Dimitri comes over. "You okay?" he asks, rubbing my arm. "Yeah. I'm just being weird," I say, forcing a smile. It's hot, and I probably would look even weirder with a shirt on, so reluctantly, I pull it off and toss it onto the blanket. I pull off my normal shorts too, revealing a bathing suit similar to Dimitri's. Nik smiles, very obviously looking me over. "Better?" I scratch my arm, looking around. "Sure." Nik laughs. "Benji, Benji, Benji. Why so nervous?" I blush a bit. Am I that obvious? "I just get weird in public," I admit. "I feel like everyone is staring or something." He shrugs. "If they're staring, it's because you're sexy," he says simply, and then he grabs my hand and tugs me towards the shoreline. Maybe Nik is right. I'm not a huge fan of swimming, so I stand knee-deep in the water and watch them swim, which means I'm pretty much on display for those who walk by. Plenty of people (mostly tourists) say hello if and when they walk by, but I do get a fair few men who give me an extra glance, a wink, or a shake-down with their eyes. Maybe I am a little sexy. Dimitri certainly planted that idea in me, but Nik's casual comment seemed to help that confidence grow a bit. After a while, I start to feel a little more comfortable being exposed. After a while, Dimitri gets recognized by someone on the beach, and she squeals slightly before trying to get his attention. He laughs, heading over to chat with her, so Nik pulls himself out of the water and comes towards me. "He's too popular," he says with a slight smirk. "Seems like it," I say with a laugh. "Everywhere we go, he knows somebody." He shakes his head. "It's terrible." "I'm sure it gets annoying," I say, agreeing. "You have no idea," he says, running his fingers through his hair. "Whatever. Come on, handsome. You and I can go lie down. I need some sun." I follow Nik back to our space on the beach. He grabs his towel, shakes it off, and then lays it adjacent to the blanket, where the umbrella's shadow isn't touching. He lies down on his back with a sigh, and I take a moment to look at him before sitting beside him. "I never got to ask how your trip went," I tell him after a moment. He makes a sound like "Pfff." "It wasn't anything exciting," he says. "Mostly just sitting and listening." "No doing?" He laughs. "Definitely not enough doing." He looks at me, his fingers shielding his eyes from the sun. "So I am happy to be home. Here, I actually get to DO chemistry. That's art to me," he says with a little chuckle. Then he looks at me. "You like it here?" "Here?" I laugh, glancing out at all the nude or slightly-nude bodies walking around the beach. "It's... strange, I guess. Just takes getting used to." "Bah," he says, waving me off. "Don't look so uncomfortable. You know you're good-looking." I blush slightly, glancing at him. "I don't look like YOU, though." He just smiles. "Good. I wouldn't want to fuck someone who looks like me." He glances at me again. "You, though... I keep thinking about when we're going to fuck again." I gulp a bit, my cock twitching in my shorts. I love the way he says "fuck." There's a harshness to it. A rawness. Then he rolls onto his side, facing me. "Do you want to make out?" he asks me. I laugh. He's so forward. "Right... here?" "Sure, why not?" "There are tons of people around." He rolls his eyes. "Please don't be boring like Professor over there," he teases. I bite my lip. It's not like I don't want to... "He won't get mad, right?" I mean, after all, he let his son shove his dick in me. What's a little kissing? He smiles, shaking his head. "No." I chuckle slightly. "Are you just saying that?" "Look, do you want to make out with me or not?" he asks with a grin. "Because I can take my business elsewhere." I laugh, shaking my head. Dimitri was right. He is insistent. And persuasive. "Now I know exactly what your dad means." He sits up slightly. "Did he say something about me?" "Never mind," I say before leaning forward. He grins a bit, lifting his chin up so that I can kiss him at a good angle. When our lips make contact, I feel instantly relaxed. His lips are so fucking soft. I feel his hand rest on my knee and slide up my thigh and I get slight shivers as he continues the kiss. I add a little bit of tongue, and he responds with a little more, and soon, we're making out slowly on a crowded beach. I feel like a kid again, kissing a cute boy in public. When I pull back, Nik just smiles, licking his lips as he looks at me. "He's right. You are a good kisser." I blush a little. "So he's been talking about me, too." "Of course he has," Nik says with a smile. "We talked a lot. He says lots of good things, though. Very good things." "Dimitri thinks too highly of me," I say. He shrugs. "Maybe. Maybe not." Nik hits me with one of those little smirks. "He also said you have the biggest cock he's ever seen," he adds, glancing down towards my crotch. "I didn't believe him until I saw it for myself." I swallow thickly. Any mention of cock-talk is waking my dick up. "Think I can get another look?" I pause. "What, like... right now?" "Yes, right now." I blink. "But--" He laughs. "Oh, c'mon. It's basically a nudie beach. Plenty of cocks flying free right now. Just look to your left." I turn my head and sure enough, four men are passing by us. Only one of them has a nice looking dick, but then again, they're all flaccid. I turn back to Nik and he's just chuckling. "Just a peek." Well. Why not? I shift onto my knees a bit and then hook my thumb into the front of my bathing suit. I pull it down as I reach inside with my free hand to pull my cock out. It's mostly soft, but still thick, as if it's just starting to get hard. "Wow," he says, and before I can stop him, he reaches out and wraps his fingers loosely around me. He holds it up in his palm as if testing the weight. If he keeps touching me, I'm definitely going to be hard within a minute. But he takes it one step further and leans forward, planting a soft kiss on it before pulling away and smiling. "Thank you," he says, as if I had granted him an honor. I feel my face getting warm as I stuff my cock back into my shorts. Halfway through, though, Dimitri comes up. "Leave the poor man alone," he says suddenly to Nik. I jump a bit, hastening to hide my cock. Even though he certainly saw it. My entire front is in plain view to anyone coming towards our blanket. I look up at him and he's just smiling. God, I hope no one else saw. Nik laughs. "You men aren't going to let me have any fun, are you?" "You have too much fun, that's the problem," Dimitri says before sitting behind me with a sigh. I feel his hand on my back, rubbing gently. "He bothering you?" "No," I say with a laugh. "He's fine." "Thank you," Nik says. "At least someone appreciates me," he adds with a teasing smirk towards his father. Dimitri just leans into my ear and says "Don't have kids." "Hey!" Nik says, laughing and leaning over to hit Dimitri. "I heard that." "Good," Dimitri says, but he chuckles a bit. "Let's all play nice," I suggest, holding my hands up a bit and laughing slightly. "Alright, alright," Nik says. "Truce." Then he leans over and kisses me again, picking up right where we left off. My mouth automatically moves against him, falling effortlessly into the kiss. And then, I feel Dimitri's fingers on my chin, tilting my face away from Nik and towards him. "My turn." He leans forward and kisses me a little deeper than Nik had, adding a little more tongue as he smoothly guides me through it. My heart thuds in my ears when I kiss him, my body wanting to shift closer to him. Then, Nik steals me away from his father. "Share, will you?" he says, moving my face towards him and kissing me even more passionately. This back-and-forth game ensues and it feels like they're playfully trying to out-kiss each other, and my heart is racing, and my cock is hardening, and I am blissfully overwhelmed. The kisses stop with Dimitri, whose hand rests on my thigh and feels my hard-on when he runs his hand up and down my skin. He breaks the kiss and looks down, smirking slightly and then nudging my tent with his thumb. I'm so fucking warm. The heat of the sun beaming down on the beach isn't helping either. They're an audacious couple, these two. If Dimitri is as popular as Nik says, someone could easily see something, or say something. But as I look around, I notice that no one is even glancing in our direction. No one's noticing the father and son taking turns locking lips with me. I'm way too turned on to be in public right now. "I'll be right back," Nik says all of a sudden, standing up quickly and brushing sand off his legs. Then he points at us in a playfully threatening way. "No having too much fun without me. I'll be very upset." "No promises," Dimitri says, kissing my neck lightly. I let out a little moan and a laugh and Nik just rolls his eyes before grabbing his phone and sprinting off the beach. "Where's he going?" I ask. Dimitri shrugs. "I'm not sure." But I don't think he cares. He's focused on my neck right now. I grip his thigh. "What happened to not having too much fun?" "I didn't agree to that," Dimitri says softly, kissing my jaw and then my cheek and then smiling at me. He plants a soft, sweet kiss on my lips, but I go in for a little more. The kisses deepen and our hold on each other gets stronger and soon, I find us both on our sides, my arms and legs totally tangled up in his to allow for maximum body contact. It's nice cuddling with Dimitri under the umbrella and sharing frequent little kisses and gentle touches. More than nice, in fact. "I'm gonna say something a little cushy." Something totally out of character. Dimitri just grins. "Hit me." "I haven't felt this good in a long time." He runs his hands over my arms, smiling in a pleased sort of way. "You two are incredible." "We're glad to have you," he says with a laugh, kissing me gently. "Very glad." "I can tell," I tease, grinding against his groin a bit. He grunts slightly but lets out a breathy laugh. "This feels so surreal." He strokes my cheek. "Yeah?" "Yeah. Like... You two are a total fantasy," I say, and he laughs. "I'm serious. I still can't believe it." "I'm just happy you're okay with it," he says, smiling with a slight tint of red in his cheeks. "Oh, I'm more than okay with it," I say, pressing against him a little more as I rope him into a long, delicious kiss. I feel his fingers holding onto my back tightly and I grind slightly against him, both of us very obviously hard in our bathing suits. It feels so good to be in his arms. So warm, and comfortable, and sexy. I never want to stop kissing him. Eventually, Nik returns, panting slightly from having run here. "Guys! Good grief!" he says, pretending to sound disgusted. "There are children!" I laugh slightly against Dimitri's lips, and he just grins. "You only care because you're not the one doing any kissing right now," Dimitri says to Nik. Nik laughs. "Oof. You wound me, father." He squats down near our heads. "But that can be remedied." When we look up, we see him holding out a single key. I glance at Dimitri, who's just smirking slightly. "How'd you manage to find him? I thought he was in meetings." "I told you. He'll always make time for me," he says cheekily before laughing. "C'mon. I'm horny." "Wait, what?" I ask, blinking as Dimitri stands up. "Where are we going?" "Marconi's apartment," Nik says with a smile as Dimitri grabs my hand and helps me to my feet. "...For?" I ask, even though I basically know the answer. Nik just stares at me as if I'm stupid. "Sex," he says, with a hint of "Duh!" in his voice. Of course, Benji. What else would we be using someone's apartment for? We pack up our stuff and head over to the nearby apartment complex (which is also, apparently, very nude-friendly) -- most people we pass are not exactly attractive, which only makes the pair I'm traveling with all the more appealing. Once we step into the elevator and start rising up towards the top floor, I speak up. "Does this Marconi guy... know about you two?" I ask. "Oh Gods, no," Dimitri says quickly. "No one does." "But we fuck in his apartment whenever we visit," Nik says happily. "Keep it down," Dimitri says just as the door opens. "Relax, old man," he teases before looking at me as we step out of the elevator. "You'll like it," he says to me as we take a left down the hallway. "It's really... lavish." Lavish is an understatement. It's so excessive that I can hardly think of a word for it. All the varied, clashing colors and patterns on the walls. All the shiny gold and silver trinkets littered around the apartment. All the fine silks draped across almost every bit of antique-looking furniture. It's the tacky, show-off type of rich I'd expect from someone like him, but with the added flair of someone who designed this place while on acid. The bedroom is surprisingly simple, though, with the only extravagant thing being the bed. The bed is a luxurious poster bed with soft-looking, see-through silk draped across the canopy. I've never seen a more inviting bed. We drop our things and Nik immediately climbs into the bed, smiling at the both of us. "Well?" Dimitri laughs. "We should at least shower first." Nik rolls his eyes, falling on his back. "Shower before we get dirty? How does that make sense?" "We just went swimming," Dimitri explains. "You probably taste bad." I snort a bit. "A shower sounds like a good idea," I chime in. Nik looks back and forth between us before sighing and sitting up. "You guys are killing me," he says before leading the way to the bathroom. Dimitri just chuckles, putting his arm around my waist as we head into the master bathroom. As expected, the bathroom is just as extravagant as the rest of the apartment. But my eyes are focused on the shower -- a rustic, perfect cube with glass sliding doors and tile floors. A perfect size for three people. Nik strips out of his bathing suit first, tossing it casually to the floor before he steps into the shower and starts the water. Dimitri turns to me and smiles before taking my glasses off for me and setting them on the counter. "C'mon," he says, kissing me once before he takes off his bathing suit and joins his son. I have to take a breath before doing the same. Watching Dimitri step behind the glass, I can see their blurry figures combining, followed by Nik's little giggling. I'm so fucking hard. This still feels surreal. I'm about to knowingly and willingly step into this. I look up at the ceiling and say a little "Thank you" to God before I strip out of my bathing suit and step into the shower. There's plenty of room for the three of us, but once Nik sees me step in, he pulls me in between him and his father. I'm sandwiched between them, and I've never been happier to be caught in the middle of something. They both soap me up (Dimitri spending a little time on my hole) and clean themselves off as well. Nik giggles a little when my cock pokes him as he tries to get closer to me. He reaches down to grip me, soap it up, and then move it out of the way so that he can press his front against mine just as Dimitri presses into my back. Complete body contact. I'm surrounded. I tilt my head up and look at Nik, who smiles before leaning down to kiss me. And as he does that, I feel Dimitri's lips against my neck. I'm torn between grinding forward and pushing back against Dimitri, but God, this feels nice. I let my hands slide down Nik's back and rest on his hips, and in the middle of the kiss, he reaches back to move my hands to his ass. I give his cheeks a squeeze and smile through the kiss, noticing how nice and full his bottom is. I grip it tight and he gives me a nice little moan against my bottom lip. Just then, I feel Dimitri's hand snake up my arm and reach my neck before he tilts my face back towards him and kisses me. Now that my lips are on his, I focus on his body. I feel his firm grip on me, his eager tongue, and his hard cock against my lower back. I reach down to grip his thigh and then slide my hand between us to tease his cock. He moans against my lips as I give him a tight squeeze. When he breaks the kiss, he glances at Nik and they both lean forward a little to lock lips. I get an up-close view of them making out, and I'm transfixed for a while. They seem to have a well-established form, because it looks smooth and effortless and obscenely sexy. I hear Nik let out a little moan as he grinds into me, and I notice how hard he is too. So with my free hand, I reach in between us and grab his cock. Now I'm handling the both of them, giving them firm squeezes as they make out before I find myself dropping to my knees. I lick my lips. Water keeps dripping over me but I get a nice look at the pair of cocks in my hands. Belonging to father and son. They look so similar -- Nik's is just slightly longer and Dimitri's is a tad bit thicker. Both equally delicious looking. I go for Nik's cock first, taking the head into my mouth and humming. I let my tongue swirl around his glands a few times before shifting over to Dimitri and giving him the same treatment. Like they played back-and-forth with me on the beach, I play back-and-forth with their cocks, sucking slow and using lots of deliberate tongue. Eventually I pull them closer and suck on both heads at the same time, and I feel almost high. Something about it has my body tingling and my cock raging. That surreal feeling still hasn't left my senses. I feel Dimitri's fingers in my hair, and I glance up as I nurse on the head of his cock. "What say we take this to the bedroom, boys?" Boys. Why do I get chills when he says that? I just nod, pulling off his cock and licking my lips. Nik turns to shut the shower off and I get back up on my feet. Dimitri steps out of the shower to grab towels, tossing one to me. "Thanks," I say, starting to dry myself off. "So how are we handling this?" Dimitri asks with a slight smile. "I've never had a threesome before." "I wanna fuck Benji!" Nik says quickly, raising up his hand as if calling dibs. I blush slightly as he grins at me. "Actually," I start to say, biting my lip, "I was hoping I could... watch you guys for a bit." Nik cocks his eyebrow and then looks at Dimitri, who's smiling slightly. "Yeah?" "If that's okay." Nik chuckles. "I've never had an audience before." Dimitri shrugs. "I'm fine with that." "As long as you join in eventually," Nik says to me, giving my ass a smack as he walks by. "I'll be very upset if you don't." "I won't be able to resist that long," I say with a slight smile. "Trust me." We all dry off and then head naked into the bedroom. Nik goes right to the bed, but Dimitri stops in the bathroom doorway, turns around, and kisses me slowly, his hands at my hips. I hum against his lips, feeling a little lightheaded from the soft passion emanating from him. My fingers find their way to his hair and I grip a bit as we slowly grind into each other. God, this man... "Ahem," Nik says from the bed. "I'm over here, Dad." I laugh, which breaks the kiss, and Dimitri just smiles. "I'm coming," he says, but he kisses me a few more times before (seemingly reluctantly) pulling away from me and joining his son. "Needy bastard," he says with a chuckle as he climbs over Nik, and Nik just laughs before their lips lock. Now I get to watch my biggest fantasy unfold in front of me. I grab a chair from the corner of the room and bring it closer to the bed so I can sit and observe at a good angle. I give my cock a tug as I watch Nik's hands roam his father while they kiss deeply. I see tongues swirling whenever their lips part slightly. They're so fucking hot. Both of them are hard, and I see Nik's fingers wrapping around both their members, stroking them slowly in one firm grip. Then Dimitri breaks the kiss and starts moving down. As he makes his way steadily lower, I watch Nik close his eyes and smile. He licks his lips a bit and lets his hands rest on the back of his father's head. By the time I glance at Dimitri, he's close to Nik's cock, which is resting on his stomach, close to his navel. Dimitri kisses the head before lifting his son's member up with his hand and then wrapping his lips around it. Nik immediately responds with a soft, pleased moan, his body already moving. They fall into easy synchronization, their motions much like the constant movement of waves. That's the first image that comes to mind. A calm sea. I feel almost, in a weird way, relaxed when I watch them. And at the same time, it's almost sweet to see how they work with each other. It's obvious that Dimitri knows his son's body very well. Dimitri pulls off Nik's cock after a while and then moves steadily lower. He takes his son's balls into his mouth, playfully sucking on them, which seems to make them both laugh for some reason. But Nik's laughs quickly turn to moans as Dimitri's tongue slides lower. Nik eagerly lifts his legs up to give his father better access, and Dimitri doesn't hesitate to dive in with his tongue. My own hole twitches as I watch and jerk myself. I know exactly what Nik is feeling. Dimitri has a way with his tongue that surpasses all other rimjobs I've ever received. Nik swears softly, laughing and moaning at the same time, Dimitri totally lost in his son. Nik tilts his head towards me and we make eye contact for a moment. He smiles slightly before moaning out in surprise. Dimitri must have gotten extra deep with his tongue. Dimitri grips Nik's hips and rolls him over onto his stomach. He bites one ass cheek playfully, and Nik gasps and reaches back to hit his father on the top of his head. "Be nice," he says, and Dimitri just grins before continuing to kiss back up Nik's spine. He gets to his neck and Nik reaches back, tugging on his father's hair as he presses his ass into Dimitri's groin. Again, they move so effortlessly together. It's a sight to behold. It's like they were made to fuck each other, or have otherwise spent years perfecting their sex life. I have to let go of my cock. Otherwise, I'll cum. I've been riding the edge of my orgasm to dangerously, so I let my cock relax a bit as I watch Dimitri reach between them, grab his cock, and push forward. Nik lets out a little whine before a smile appears across his face. Dimitri groans a little, moving his hand away so he can fully penetrate his boy. Nik seems to be the eager one, moving his hips back and forth against his father. Dimitri just grins slightly, letting Nik move before he shifts, adjusting Nik's knees so that he can mount him fully. Then, he gets to work. It's interesting watching it from the outside. I think about the times Dimitri has fucked me just like this. Now I can see exactly what he looks like. And man, he's fucking beautiful. A beautiful machine. It's like watching a lovely, almost romantic sex scene in a film that just so happens to be pornographic. There's a smoothness to his strides, and a sureness to his thrusts that makes me a little jealous of Nik. Because clearly Nik is enjoying himself. I keep hearing him whisper "Yes. Yes. Yes." over and over, arching his back as best as he can. Dimitri gives Nik's shoulder a playful bite before he sits up fully on his knees, holds his son's ass in his hands, and focuses on what he's doing. I'm so transfixed by the sight of Dimitri taking hold of Nik that I don't even notice Nik looking at me. "Pssst," he says, and my eyes shift towards him. He's grinning slightly, and then his eyes flicker to my cock, which I'm slowly and steadily stroking. He beckons me over with his finger and then pats the spot on front of him. I get up and move to the bed, sitting on my heels right in front of Nik's face. He looks up at me before licking his lips. I hold my cock out for him and he opens his mouth expectantly, letting me ease myself into his mouth. He moans before wrapping his lips around my shaft. My eyes roll slightly as I feel him sucking on me. I play with his hair a bit, gripping as he tries to take me deeper. When I hit the back of his throat, he grunts and chokes repeatedly since he's shifting forward from Dimitri's thrusts. Eventually, he has to pull off and take a breather, panting as he rests his head in my lap. My cock lies against his face as he moans from Dimitri picking up the pace a bit. Dimitri leans forward though, pressing his weight into his son as he takes the head of my cock into his mouth. I swear softly, feeling Nik shift again and start kissing my balls. I groan, leaning back to watch them. I feel Nik's tongue try to slide towards my taint and I bite my lip before lying fully on my back and spreading my legs more. Nik gets the hint quickly and his tongue darts down. I hook my hands behind my knees and hold my legs up as Nik's tongue slides against my hole. As he does that, Dimitri shifts as well, pulling out of his son to go back to eating him out. Now it's all rimming. Nik presses his hands against my ass and the back of my thighs as his tongue slides into me eagerly. I groan out, opening up for him. He's so different from his father in this aspect. Dimitri takes his time as if he's savoring it, but Nik is quick, hungry, and eager. The shift in pace gets my toes curling and makes me squirm slightly. Nik slides his face up towards my cock again, moaning against it before he takes me into his mouth just for a few good sucks. Then, he quickly moves up to my lips and ropes me into a fiery, heated kiss. I grip the back of his head, our tongues fighting as we make out. I start to sit up, and we both shift onto our knees as we kiss and grope each other. Dimitri shifts as well, and he starts kissing Nik's neck as him and I sandwich Nik between us. I grip Nik's cock, stroking him quickly, making sure he's nice and hard for me before I pry myself away from his lips and switch my mouth to his dick. My intention isn't to spend too much time blowing Nik, but as soon as I have my lips around his cock, I get lost in it for a bit. I hear him moan as he thrusts forward into my mouth. I take him into my throat, bobbing back and forth at a pace that matches the way he rimmed me. I can tell how horny this kid is. He's throbbing like crazy in my mouth, and he can't keep his hips still to save his life. I even feel a hand on my head, guiding me down on Nik's cock, but it's not Nik's hand. It's Dimitri's. He motions me back and forth on his son, and I presume both of them are watching me deep-throat Nik in between kisses. I grip Nik's hips and hold his cock fully in my mouth until I choke too much. I pull off with a gasp, licking my lips and swallowing spit before I look up at him. He guides me back up to his face and I kiss him eagerly, saliva getting all over each of us until I spin around and press my ass against his crotch. Nik makes a little noise before grinding his cock between my cheeks. I get on my hands and knees in front of him and press back against him, grinding my ass in circles until he reaches down to grip his cock. I pull away a little so that he can target his dick against my hole, and when I feel him push forward, I push back. We both moan as he enters me. My hole welcomes him. I lick my lips as I sink down on him. He grabs onto my sides a bit when my cheeks press firmly against his hips, and I keep my eyes closed as I adjust. Fuck this feels nice. Now that I'm just solely focused on the sensation of his cock, I can appreciate how nicely he fits inside me. I grind back against him and he seems to take that as a green light, because he takes a hold of my hips and starts thrusting. I grip the sheets as I moan, feeling Nik give me short but hard thrusts. I lean my upper body down closer to the mattress to raise my ass up a little more, and as I spread my legs a bit, he fucks me a little deeper. Right there. Right fucking there. I groan loudly, reaching between my legs to stroke myself. Don't stop, Nikky. I bite my lip a bit, eyes closed as I buck back into him, our thrusts meeting with a loud slap each time he presses forward. When he stops, I let out a noise of protest, but I quickly realize why: Dimitri is joining the fray. I look back to see Dimitri's arm wrapped around his son as he gets inside him again. Nik's eyes are closed and his mouth hangs open as Dimitri slides in, and I feel Nik press forward once Dimitri bottoms out inside his boy's ass. I bite my lip a bit, starting to take over just as Dimitri starts to thrust. I rock back and forth, timing it as best as I can with Dimitri. Nik shifts in between us, holding onto me tightly enough to surely leave a few bruises. Gradually, we mutually pick up the pace, and I focus on Nik's cock. I fuck myself on his dick, moaning as I stroke myself a little faster. After all this edging, I'm building up quite an orgasm, and only when I'm right about to cum do I realize I shouldn't bust all over these sheets. This isn't my apartment, nor theirs. I swear, quickly pulling away and rolling onto my back just as I start to cum. And good thing too. It's a huge fucking load. My hips twitch and I whimper slightly as I unload onto my torso, panting slightly. Nik just chuckles at me as Dimitri holds his son, still inside him. "That was sudden," he says. I nod a little, catching my breath. "Yeah, sorry, just... didn't want to cum all over the blanket." Dimitri nods. "Right you are," he says, kissing Nik's neck softly. Nik lets out a little purr, leaning back to kiss Dimitri as he reaches down and strokes himself. I lick my lips a little and watch them for a minute before I slide over, putting my mouth on Nik's cock. He lets out a louder moan and lets me take over. I suck happily on his member, but not for long. Half a minute later and he's filling my mouth with a deliciously sweet load. I swallow eagerly, milking out every drop I can get and not pulling off until he's emptied. He rests his hand on my head even after I pull off, and then he looks down with a slightly tired but pleased look on his face. "Just what I needed." I chuckle a bit. "Are you happy now?" I ask, patting his thigh. "For now," he says, biting his lip as Dimitri pulls his own cock out of Nik and collapses on the bed. "But only for now." And he keeps to his word. We spend maybe an hour or so in bed, relaxing in a post-sex haze, chatting about nothing in particular. But soon enough, Nik is eager for round two. He had been resting his head against my stomach as we all talked, and eventually, he just turns his head over and playfully suckles on the tip of my cock until I get hard. We enjoy another (albeit quicker) round of sex in which Dimitri and I focus on Nik the whole time. By the time that's over, Nik is practically glowing and looking sexually satisfied. We stay on the island for dinner and, halfway through, the infamous Marconi swings by, who is almost exactly how I pictured, robe and all. He's just much taller and much more handsome than I expected -- but it makes sense if he's such good friends with Dimitri. Marconi (who's also more flamboyant than I anticipated) kisses my hand when introduced and says nothing else to me besides "So you're Dimitri's new lover?" in a pleased little way. He's in a rush apparently and has other meetings to attend (dressed like that?), but I do notice that Nik was right. Marconi does check Nik out very often. Maybe that's why he's so willing to let them use his private jet. Then I wonder -- does Nik fuck other people? Obviously Dimitri does on occasion. Otherwise we wouldn't have gotten involved. Nik, with his abundance of charm and nearly-insatiable sexual appetite, must have other sources. So, throughout dinner, I enjoy picturing Nik in bed with a variety of boys -- although it does seem like he has a proclivity for men. By the time we get back to the mainland, I'm pretty exhausted. It's late and I'm yawning all the way back to their apartment. Dimitri unsurprisingly invites me to stay, and I accept his offer, finding myself wrapped up in his arms for the evening as Nik heads to his own room. All I can think about is how wonderful the day was. The weather, the conversation, the sex. And all I can think is "I never want to leave here." I end up staying an extra few days. When Dimitri's not working and Nik isn't at school, I'm with them. Our time is spent having sex, discussing art, me drawing them, eating delicious food, and just flat-out enjoying each other's company. They're so carefree, these two. I think that's another thing that draws me to them. Their lifestyle feels so stress-free. At least, I am significantly less stressed when I'm around them. I'm not used to it. My creative process back home feels like a chore sometimes considering my career and the pacing of New York City life. And the thought of going back there frankly seems repulsive. But the more I check my email (and, sometimes, respond), the more I realize I need to go back. The fact that I bailed on Fashion Week set me back (as well as some designers I work closely with), and I still have to do damage control on that. I also have collections that need tending to, and entire outfits that need to be designed and made for a show coming up in just a few weeks -- one that I am one of the guests of honor for. I can't very well give up on all of this, especially since I have colleagues and models and students counting on me. So I do the unthinkable. I purchase my plane ticket one morning in my hotel room. As soon as I get the confirmation that my order went through, my heart sinks a bit. Tomorrow. I'm gone tomorrow night. The thing is, I don't tell Dimitri and Nik immediately. When I see them later, I don't have the heart to tell them that I'm leaving the next night. They put me in such a good mood that I don't want to dampen the spirit, because I know Dimitri will be mildly crushed. Nik -- I know he'll be disappointed, but I don't think he's as invested in me as his father is. And so I subconsciously decide that, as shitty as it might be, I'll tell them last minute. It'll hurt less for me, at least. I pack up and check out of my hotel the morning of my flight and then bring my luggage to Dimitri's apartment. I stash it in the corner of the living room before enjoying my last day out in the city (as a way to kill time before either of them return home). I walk around, buy baked goods from my new favorite bakery, sketch passerby as I relax on a bench... Even though it's perfect weather out right now, and even though I am grateful to be here, I can't help but feel sad. This is it. My last day. I check my watch after a few hours. Dimitri gets out early today, and Nik should be home from school by now, so I make my way back towards their apartment and head on inside. "Hello?" I call out. Nik pokes his head out of the kitchen before he smiles brightly at me, in the middle of chewing an apple. "Hey!" he says, coming over to hug me. "Hey yourself," I say with a smile, setting my bag down. "Your dad home?" He shakes his head, swallowing. "You just missed him. He went grocery shopping." "He'll be back soon though, right?" "Oh yeah," Nik says, nodding. "Just getting stuff for dinner." "Okay, cool," I say, trying not to look distracted. Nik is astute though. "So, hey," he says, gesturing towards the living room. "I couldn't help but notice a strangely foreign piece of luggage in our living room." I wince a bit, biting my lip as I look at him. "Assuming it's yours?" "Uh... Yeah." He smiles a bit. "Thought it might be." He studies me for a moment. "Heading home soon?" "Um. Yes. Tonight, actually." Nik looks surprised. "Tonight?" He laughs. "Wow. I figured you would have said tomorrow morning or something." I scratch the back of my head. "Yeah, I wish." I lick my lips, which suddenly feel dry. "I was going to say something yesterday but I was just nervous to... y'know, tell your dad." "Huh." He nods a little. "He won't be happy, that's for sure." "I know. Fuck," I whisper, rubbing my forehead. My heart starts racing. Why is saying goodbye going to be this hard? I've never had an issue saying goodbye to anyone before. I'd argue that most people in my life I'd be fine with never seeing them again. But Dimitri? And Nik, too? "You sure you have to go?" Nik asks me, breaking me out of my spiraling thoughts. "Kinda," I say, nodding. "I have a lot to catch up on. A lot of people relying on me." I sigh. "I kinda bailed on them out of nowhere." Nik smiles slightly. "Well I for one will miss you, Mr. Benjamin Meeks," he says with a little grin. I smile back. "I'll miss you too, young Nikky Castellanos." He laughs a little. "You'll at least keep in touch, won't you?" "Of course," I say. "Can't very well forget the two of you." He smiles a little before he lets his eyes sweep my body. "What time is your flight?" he asks me suddenly. "Seven." "Oh good. So we have enough time for a proper goodbye fuck." I let out a short laugh. "A goodbye fuck?" "Yeah. Don't people have sex before they say goodbye?" he asks with a slight smile. I'm not sure, but it's a tradition I'm happy to get behind. "Maybe." "Plus... I still haven't gotten a chance to bottom for you," he says with a mildly devilish smirk. I blush heavily. "I... uh... I usually don't--" "Well, when in Athens, right?" he interrupts. "Is that the expression? Whatever." He reaches out and grabs my hand, tossing his half-eaten apple in the trash as he pulls me down the hallway. "Shouldn't we wait for Dimitri?" I ask, slightly amused. "He can join us when he gets back," he says with a grin, pulling me into his room. "And then you can break his heart." I stop in the doorway, frowning. "Don't say that." He sighs, taking pause. "I didn't mean it like that," he explains. "Just a joke." "Yeah, but it's true, isn't it?" He bites his lip. "Let's just have some fun, yeah?" he says, smiling again before he pulls off his shirt. "Forget about that for now." I'm still put off by his comment, because now I'm dreading this conversation even more. But of course, I'm distracted by Nik undressing in front of me. He undoes the button on his shorts and then steps out of them, just wearing these tight little briefs. Fuck, he's so sexy. Dimitri's best creation, by far. "Yes?" Nik says, waiting for me to make a move. I sigh a bit before starting to pull off my shirt, and Nik cheers for a moment before helping me with my pants. Once my shirt is over my head, he kisses me, giving me lots of tongue as his hand reaches into my opened pants and rubs my bulge. I moan slightly, putting my hands on his sides and then reaching around to grab his ass. He really wants to try bottoming? When's the last time I even fucked a guy? It's been years, that's for sure, and that was with someone who gets fucked for a living. And though I have no doubt Nik has had plenty of practice, I wonder how well he'll handle my cock. If at all. As I start to get hard, Nik drops to his knees and pulls my pants and underwear fully off. He glances up at me as he grips my cock and rubs my semi-hard shaft along his smooth facial features. He brushes the tip against his lips before parting them slightly and teasing me with his tongue. Then he sticks it out fully, swiping from the base of my cock all the way up to the head before he wraps his lips tightly around my shaft. He uses his hand to stroke me as he bobs his head back and forth on my cock, letting his spit dribble down his chin. He hums to himself, closing his eyes the way I do when I'm really enjoying gobbling down on a good cock. I run my fingers through his hair and let him have at it. He pulls off after a while and takes a breather, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Man, you should do porn," he says, stroking my cock while he studies it. I laugh a little. "I don't know about that." "Why not?" he asks, glancing up at me. "You have the cock for it." He grins slightly. "Plus I'll miss seeing it all the time." I blush. "Maybe if you're nice I'll send you pictures." "Oh ho," he says with a little chuckle, standing up. "If I'm extra nice, will you send me videos too?" I gulp a little. How is this kid so intimidating still? In a sexy way, though. I totally understand Dimitri's struggle to not fuck his own son. I'm convinced Nik could get anything he wants just by speaking with someone for a few minutes. He has natural powers of seduction unmatched by anyone I've ever met. He gives my cock a little squeeze and doesn't wait for me to respond. He pulls me by my cock towards the bed and then climbs on. He bends over as he reaches into his nightstand to pull out some lube. "I'm skipping the foreplay, if that's okay with you," he says, popping the cap. "I... Yeah," I say, blinking. "You sure?" "No," he says with a little laugh before roping me into another kiss. As we lock lips, he maneuvers me so that I'm sitting down on the bed and he's straddling me, and to break the kiss, he pushes hard against my chest to get me to lie down. I pant slightly, looking up at him as he first pulls off his briefs and then squirts lube onto his fingers. He reaches behind him to prep himself, staring right down at me intensely with those pale eyes of his. He really wants to do this. Damn, I bet he's gonna be tight. He squirts more lube onto his palm and then grabs my cock, coating me nicely. I moan slightly as he applies a generous amount to my member before tossing the bottle and then straddling me. "Send a prayer for me, will ya?" he says with a little grin as he rubs me against his hole. "I'm an atheist," I say. "You're no help," he teases before lowering himself onto the head. He moans out slightly -- more quietly than I do. I forgot how good a nice hole feels around my cock. It's like a warm, wet, silky hug, and that's only just on the tip of my dick. He very slowly starts sliding down, hissing a bit and pausing every few seconds. "Oh wow," he says with a little laugh. "You okay?" "You're fucking huge, Benji." "We can... mmf," I grunt, feeling him sink lower. "We can stop if you want." "I'm determined," he breathes out, his eyes closed as he goes lower and lower. My cock throbs and my hips involuntarily thrust up slightly, and he gasps a bit before reaching back to grip and steady my thigh. "Easy!" he calls out. "Sorry, sorry," I say, blushing. "Trying to kill me?" he says with a slight chuckle, holding himself up. He takes a few deep breaths, trying to relax himself. He lets out a deep exhale before speaking. "I feel so full." I smile slightly. "I mean... Understandably." I reach between his legs to grip his cock. He's still surprisingly very hard. He moans appreciatively when I grip his cock. "Ooo, that's good," he says softly, licking his lips. "Hey," he asks, looking down at me. "Do big cocks run in your family or something?" "Wouldn't know," I say, teasing the head of his cock with my thumb. "I'm adopted." "Ah. Shame," he says, putting both hands on my chest. "I would have loved to see them all." He doesn't take me all the way, but he takes an impressive amount. He grinds his hips slowly, raising himself up and then gently going back down. He swears under his breath, grunting and clenching his eyes tight when he lowers himself. My cock is positively throbbing inside him. I don't know how long I'll last. He's so fucking tight. So much better than a sleeve. "Benji?" he asks. "Yeah?" "Can you...?" He makes a jack off motion with his hand, and so I start stroking him fully instead of just teasing his cock. "Yeeeah," he drawls out, moaning softly. With my free hand, I reach over to grab the lube, squeeze some onto his cock, and stroke every inch of him as he slides up and down my dick. He moans out, his mouth hanging open slightly as he leans back, gripping both of my thighs, and spreading his legs. "Oh Go--... F--ck..." He grunts and bites his lip and within a minute, out of nowhere, he starts to cum. His hot load gets all over my wrist as it shoots up, but what feels the nicest is his hole practically milking my cock. I groan from the sensation, my eyes fluttering slightly. Nik pants slightly from his own orgasm and then runs his fingers through the hair on my torso. "Fuck. That came out of nowhere," he says with a laugh. I smile. "That's okay." He plays with my nipple lightly. "You wanna cum inside me?" I salivate. "God, yeah," I say, nodding. He smiles slightly before biting his lip. "C'mon, Benji," he says softly. I move my hands to his hips as he moves up and down a little faster. I close my eyes, focused on what I'm feeling: Nik's incredibly, incredibly tight hole. It doesn't take much, either. Soon, I raise my hips up slightly (and Nik lifts himself up to adjust) as my cock pumps a load into his ass. "Oh, that's hot," I hear Nik say, and once I finish, I collapse, relaxing all my muscles. Nik slowly eases himself off my cock before rolling over to lie next to me. "That cock is something," he says with a chuckle, reaching over to grip my shaft. He lifts it up, gently stroking and studying it. "So I've been told," I say with a slight laugh, breathing out and calming down. "Maybe next time you visit I'll take the whole thing," Nik says with a grin. "Deal?" I laugh. "Next time I visit?" "Are you not going to visit?" I shrug. "I don't know." "Okay, fine. We'll visit you in New York." "Nik--" "I'm just teasing," he says, giving my balls a little rub. "But don't you want to see us again?" "I mean, of course I do," I say. "It's as simple as that." I sigh slightly to myself, looking up at the ceiling. "I'm gonna fucking miss this." Nik starts to say something but stops when we hear the front door open, followed by the rustling of paper bags. "Dad!" Nik calls out. "What?" we hear Dimitri call back. "Come back here for a moment!" We hear Dimitri shuffling around in the kitchen for half a minute before he starts to come down the hallway. When he sees me in bed with his son, he pauses before smiling, looking surprised. "Benji! What's uh... What's going on here?" he asks, gesturing to the bed with an amused look on his face. "We were just having some fun," Nik says. "You just missed it." "I'm too late?" Dimitri asks with a laugh. I smile a bit and beckon him over. "We'll make it up to you." He bites his lip slightly. "Well I like the sound of that," he says, kicking off his shoes before coming over to the bed. He climbs on and kisses me first, starting off slow and then adding more and more pressure as it continues. Then, he shifts over to kiss Nik for a moment, smiling against his son's lips. I sit up and start to pull at the hem of Dimitri's shirt, so he sits up on his knees and lets me strip his shirt off. Then, I maneuver him to where I was lying down. "Get comfy," I say, licking my lips as I run my hand over Dimitri's bulge through his shorts. He grunts slightly but lies back, letting me do as I please as he strokes Nik's hair. I undo his shorts and pull them down along with his underwear, wanting him to be completely naked. His soft, thick cock rests nicely on its side, and I reach out and grip it. I give it a squeeze before I start stroking it, feeling it get harder in my palm. And then I go down on him. I hear Dimitri moan softly when he feels my tongue exploring his delicious cock. I hum in response, loving the feeling of him getting stiffer in my mouth as I bob my head up and down. I look up at him and see he's watching me. Nik is running his hands through his father's trimmed pubes, biting his lip slightly. I pull off spend some time working him over with just my tongue, lapping at the shaft and then moving down to take care of his balls. I give the left one proper attention, guiding it into my mouth and gently sucking on it before moving to the next. As I do so, I notice Nik shift on the bed, and I watch as he takes over his father's cock with his lips. Dimitri groans again as he now has the two of us giving him oral pleasure. I smile slightly, kissing his balls before kissing up the shaft as Nik sucks on the head. He passes it off to me and lets me suck on his father for a few moments before going in for his turn. It's strangely intimate, passing Dimitri's dick back and forth, or mouthing it at the same time. In any case, Dimitri loves it. He's rock hard and moaning and giving us a steady string of praise. I make out with Nik lightly for half a minute over his father's cock before he pulls away. "I want to watch you two," he says, moving back to lie down. I notice Nik is nice and hard as well, and he reaches between his legs to stroke himself, giving me a little wink. Maybe this is his way of giving me my "goodbye fuck" with Dimitri. I glance up at Dimitri and he's just smiling before he sits up. I lean up to kiss him, and he holds my face in both hands, keeping me still as he kisses me over and over. They're tender, soft kisses, with hints of tongue in each of them. Then we shift positions. He gets me onto my back next to Nik and slides in between my legs as he leans down to continue kissing me. While we make out, Nik graciously takes the opportunity to lube us both up, fingering me a bit before coating his father's cock with a good amount of KY. I wrap my legs around Dimitri's hips and he breaks the kiss lightly to look down, grab himself, and then ease his cock into me. I accept him eagerly, moaning out softly and feeling him smoothly sink his dick all the way into me. We even maintain eye contact as he does. I'm a little breathless. I keep my arms around his neck as he rocks his hips back and forth, his eyes scanning my face as he fucks me. God, I'm going to fucking miss this. This is just right. It feels just fucking right. I feel Nik's soft fingers curl around my cock and I moan, closing my eyes for a moment. Dimitri takes the opportunity to continue kissing me, and kiss we do. It's slow, but incredibly intimate and smooth. I feel nothing but desire. Desire to stay with this man and his beautiful son. Desire to do nothing else but feel his dick and tongue inside me while Nik jerks me off. Everything feels like it has fallen into place. I feel my heart beating rapidly as Dimitri grunts against my lips. He moans a little more and then rests his forehead against mine, breathing heavily against my mouth. He finds a proper rhythm, giving me nice long strides and making sure he presses hard enough to keep me on the edge. Eventually, his thrusts get a little more insistent, and Nik seems to notice too. He jerks me off faster. I didn't think I had it in me, but I feel another orgasm building, and building quickly. Dimitri gets there first though. He holds onto the back of my head and thrusts deep into me, holding his position as his cock empties a nice load of cum into me. My toes curl as he keeps his cock deep in my ass, and I bite my lip, focusing. Don't move, Dimitri. Don't you dare fucking pull out. And thank God he doesn't. Nik's fingers expertly bring me to another orgasm, and I moan out, gripping Dimitri's hair tight as I cum again. Dimitri grunts a little from my ass clenching on his cock, but he laughs softly, kissing my cheek, jaw, neck, and shoulder as I try and come down from my high. Nik lets go of my cock after a minute of cooldown, and I look over at him. He smiles slightly before spiritedly hopping off of the bed and stretching. "I'll go start dinner," he says suddenly. Dimitri lifts his head a bit and turns towards his son. "You sure?" "Yeah. You two relax," he says, pulling on some boxers and grabbing a t-shirt before heading out of the room without another word. Dimitri looks at me and laughs softly before kissing my lips and then rolling off of me with a groan. He scratches his chest, sighing, smiling gently. "Hey," I say after a moment of silence. He looks at me and smiles. "Hey." "Come here." He rolls onto his side facing me, and I do the same, getting our legs tangled up as we get face-to-face. As his hand rests on my side, I stroke his jaw lightly. My heart is fucking pounding, and he's just smiling, oblivious to what I'm about to say. Although he must have an idea. I mean, he knows I can't stay here forever. But then again, I am about to surprise him with this short-notice goodbye. I take a breath and decide to just spit it out. Rip off the Band-Aid. "I'm leaving tonight." He pauses, making a confused face. "Leaving?" I nod. "Back to New York." "Wait, what?" he says, now looking concerned. "Tonight?" "I'm sorry," I say, my heart pounding at an irregular speed. "Why tonight? How long have you known?" "I bought the ticket yesterday." "I..." He closes his eyes, taking a moment to think about something. He sighs heavily. "Benji..." "Don't be mad," I say, holding his shoulder. "I'm not mad," he says, opening his eyes. "I'm sad." And he looks it. Fuck, this is hard. He grips my side tighter. "I don't want you to go," he says so softly that I barely hear him. It crushes me. "I have to." "Why?" he asks. "You're happier here. You said so yourself." "I know," I say, stroking his cheek with my thumb. "So stay," he insists, getting closer to me. "Stay here. With me. With us." "I can't, Dimitri," I say, closing my eyes. "Sure you can." He sounds almost desperate. "I have a career back in New York. People who need me. I have a life I need to get back to." "But you can have one here," he says, reaching down and grabbing my hand. I find my fingers interlocking with his. "Don't go," he says softly. And then, the killer: "I love you." My heart practically stops. It's out. Dimitri said it. I think back on guys I've been involved with in the past -- at least, those I've been with long enough for them to say "I love you" to me. I had always felt irritated. Stressed. Maybe uncomfortable. And in each situation, I could never honestly reciprocate those three little words. This feels different than those guys. Dimitri feels much different. But does he actually love me? Or does he just love that I'm into him and his son? Does he just love that he finally knows someone who is accepting of what he does in his home? Of course, I don't totally doubt him. His feelings were obvious even from the beginning. But I'm a skeptic. I've never been able to trust people who fall in love so quickly, especially since he got so much more comfortable with me once I found out about him and Nik. But maybe I'm just skeptical and cynical because I've just never been in that position: in love. But am I in that position now? Do I love him too? I'm so overwhelmed that I can't tell. I love that I'm living a fantasy right now. I love that I'm on vacation, having amazing sex with a father and son, totally relaxed and inspired and revitalized. I feel amazing. But that could just be a matter of good timing and fetishism. Maybe I just got caught up in the fantasy of the two of them. Do I love him for him? Never mind the fact that it seems that I can't have one without the other. This is a package deal. If I want Dimitri, I can't very well ask him to give Nik up (not that I really would want him to). I've learned more about Nik ever since he got back. He's a little territorial, but he clearly likes me, and he's a sweetheart. Even since the beginning, he's been dropping hints on how much his father likes me. So maybe I should just focus on Dimitri. How do I feel about him? This shouldn't be this hard to answer these questions. But there are answers. I'm just, for whatever reason, grappling for them. Fucking hell. He's making this so difficult. What's it going to be, Benji? Do you love him, or do you not? Are you staying, or are you going?