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I was becoming very fond of Ouzo. That was good. I understood later that if I was a bit drunk, that I wouldn't feel the pain so much, when my ass got tapped for the first time.
Sophos and I had moved from his couch to the bed. There he showed me some porno flicks. We played with each other's dicks as we watched. The first one showed a boy about my age being fucked by a dude about Sophos' age. You could see how great the boy thought it was. He was smiling broadly and chanting "yes, yes, yes." The second one showed a bunch of guys being fucked. All of them were enjoying it. But the third one was of a boy being taken for the first time. He was screaming like he was going to pass out.
"I sucked you off first," Sophos told me, "and I'll let you fuck me, but I've got to tap your ass first. I wanted you to see that there'll be pain at first, but believe me, you'll get to love it. All the boys love to give it and get it. You've gotten off on everything we've done thus far. You're goanna love being fucked too.
He then turned his attention from my dick to my ass. Back in Saudi when I jacked off I'd sometimes used my mom's facial cream to lube up my dick. Now Sophos was using some sort of grease to open up my ass with his fingers. I believed him that I was goanna love what was about to happen.
When he thought I was ready, he put me on my back. He played with my dick while he kissed me everywhere he could reach. Then he raised up my legs and planted his dick against my rosebud.
"You're about to lose your cherry, Winston-boy. I hope it doesn't hurt too much."
He rammed his mushroom past my sphincter. It did hurt, but then I'd had three shots of Ouzo. I just gritted my teeth and hissed, but then before I realized it, his dick was all the way up my ass. I wasn't a virgin anymore. And soon there was this wonderful feeling. If something could feel this good, how could anybody say you ought not to do it?
"Yes. Yes. Fuck me," I moaned.
"Such a tight, hot ass," he responded.
He started off slow, sliding the full length of his prong in and out of my chute. I instinctively flexed my sphincter on each thrust. He managed his need to cum; so that it was almost fifteen minutes, before he increased the pace of his fucking and began to pound my ass, finally dropping his ample load into my colon. We were both exhausted.
He lay on top of me for several minutes as his dick, still buried within me, softened.
"You didn't cum," he said. "Most cherry boys do. You want to fuck me?"
I could hardly believe he was giving me the chance. But by damn, I did have his ass. And if I thought getting fucked was great, fucking another dude was twice as good. I made a good creamy deposit in his ass, and then we both fell asleep cuddled together.
It wasn't over, though. Halfway through the night he woke me up and tapped me again. That time there was hardly any pain. And when morning came, he had me suck him off again.
We had breakfast in his room. He told me they ate the same meals we did in the chow hall. It was ample and tasty. Cheese pie, grilled sausages, olives, and yogurt among other things.
Then he passed me on to his brother, Bion.
Bion was the spitting image of his brother, only a couple of years older. Same black wavy hair. Same classic facial features. Same hot, naked bod.
"Sophos tells me you give good head," he said. "Let me see if I agree."
So I got down and gave him the treatment just like Sophos first gave to me. As I'm taking him into my mouth he says, "Yeah. I like that foreplay stuff too, but some of our visitors just like to get right to it. You'll learn to tell what each of them wants."
I kept sucking. He said, "Yeah, Sophos was right. You're a fucking natural."
I brought him to climax, and drained every drop of his baby-making juice. Then he said, "I like to get sucked off first, then get fucked."
I took the hint. Bion's room is identical to Sophos'. So I found lube in the night table next to the bed.
"There's always lube next to the bed in all our rooms," he said. "We use Boy Butter when we can get it."
He flopped on the bed and I lubed up his ass and my weapon. Neither of us said a word. I rammed into him and thwacked his ass as hard and as fast as I could. I figured if that wasn't what he wanted, he'd let me know. I put five or six good ropes of jizz up his canal.
"Yeah, you'll do good," he said.
We spent a good part of the day together. He had his way with me. Several ways. Several times. Finally he told me that a lot of visitors just want to do the sort of thing he's been doing. Some just want to bottom.
"But I don't want you to feel deprived," he smiled.
Then he most tenderly went down on me and sucked me dry.
He left me to nap. When I woke up, he said I was to have dinner with Papa Chakales.
"So you are my latest lost boy," Papa greeted me. His English was not so good. He was about fifty. I could see that in his youth he had been as a hot as Bion and Sophos. Now he was showing his age. A ring of fat surrounded his midsection. His pecs were beginning to droop. In his hair there was a touch of grey here and there.
We had a pleasant meal. Again I was reminded that the same food was served to everybody.
After supper he explained that not all visitors were young studs like his sons. "A lot of them are old like me or even older and less attractive. So I want you to pretend that you are my toy. Try to make me feel like you want me as much as I want you. Can you do that?"
"I can try," I said.
Papa Chakales was a very good actor. He came across as a totally undesirable sex partner. I tried to say the right things and do the right things.
He put his dick up my ass with too little preparation.
"Oh, that feels so good," I tried to coo.
He said things like, "You little slut, I ought to send you back for a better whore boy."
I replied, "Oh, don't do that, sir. I can make you happy, I'm sure."
He fucked me. He sucked me. I fucked him. We were at it until near midnight.
Finally, he reached for my hand and shook it heartily. "You are going to be a good lost boy," he said. "Let me welcome you to Lesbos once again. I know it's late, but now I'm going to turn you back over to Piers. He'll continue your indoctrination, and he'll be your mentor and your guide until you are completely acclimated.
"I hope you enjoy your stay. From what we've seen, we think you will."
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