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Kennick
Guest
Tassos and I met at the café and he told me that he had to introduce me to someone. We both got back to our pensions, each to his own, to pick up a towel, a pair of flip-flops and our swimming trunks (I had a dark blue one with a very low hip line that outlined my six-pack and let the seven inches appear even bigger, he had a bright green one). We "coincidentally" met at
the café again and took off to the harbour front, where the busses for the beaches further away on the island used to leave. During the drive we had a normal conversation about this and that, as if we were just old school friends that coincidentally met on Naxos.
Twice his knee touched mine, while the driver was taking the respective curve rather hazardously, and twice I felt my leg burning. His knee was warm, strong and felt so smooth at a time that I didn't know what to feel first. He looked away the moment he touched my leg with his knee, as if to give me some time to coordinate my feelings and then turned back to me with a splendid smile, a knowing glance in his eyes and a completely innocuous question about a bloke we had in class and that turned into a lawyer, bla. He appeared to be so easy and skilled in concealing his firing me up, that I hesitated a bit whether I was doing the right thing and I retroceded a bit the second time. He noticed that and he gave me a confused glance, understood what was going on inside of me, reached for my forearm with his big, strong left hand and pretended to show me something he had seen outside in the landscape of Naxos. He let his hand on my forearm two seconds longer than necessary, he gently stroke over my forearm and let his glance skim over my face with a warm and trustseeking expression. I relaxed, smiled back and within two more curves we had reached the beach where we wanted to spend the day. We drove to a beach in the south Ormos Kalandoú where the bus driver let us out and asked us whether we were sure to stay here, because he would only come back on his evening tour at about 21h to pick us up. We nodded yes and after a shrug he let us out of the bus.
He must have thought that we were complete fools.
We took a small path down to the beach that was completely deserted, about 1 km long sandy beach. On the one side of the beach we could see some vast
villas overlooking the Aegean sea but far too far away to see what was going on at the beach. We headed for a small wind shaken tamarisk, that was growing there near to the beach, left our clothes and belongings there and
stood there watching us closely. We both hesitated what to do next. We felt awkward about getting of the swimming trunks and presenting ourselves in the nude (despite the morning jerk off at the window), we had to start all over again. I made a small step towards him, reached for his right hand and asked whether this was the hand he used to jerk off in the morning.
He swallowed dryly and nodded yes. Then I kissed the palm and the back of his hand and muttered a thank you for that. He put his left hand around my neck, drew my face closer to his face and asked whether he could kiss me. I drew back my head (not too much, just far enough to get a better view of him) and said with a crisp voice yes and that I would like to feel his lips
on mine. He leaned forward and touched my dry lips with his equally dry. I wet my lips with my tongue and also touched his lips.
Now he drew back, panted for a second, shook his head as if he couldn't believe what was happening and came back to lock his now wet lips on mine. I opened my mouth a bit and within a nanosecond I felt his warm tongue toying around with mine. I don't know what surprised me more: his tongue
playing with mine, the loss of control over my tongue, the fact that I felt his hard, covered with dark, wiry hair pecs against my hairless pecs or the notion that my cock had reached an almost unbearable aching point of kicking against his. I broke off his lips and made a step back, I drew a deep breath and asked him to wait a second. Never before had I kissed a guy passionately, never before had I felt my cock respond so quickly to a stimulus and never before had I felt so weak and strong at the same time. Whether I didn't like him, his kiss or his cock, he asked in a shy, almost fearful way. I shook my head and started to grin pointing at my fully erect and swimming trunk ripping cock. What did this look like, I asked back. He nodded and came closer, embraced me and give me another kiss that seemed to last forever. I heard the wind blowing around us, I sensed the sun pinching my skin, I smelt the salty air and the sea and yet I didn't know where I was.
At some point his right hand moved upwards to reach for my left ear lobe, I moaned and almost lost my conscience. How could he know that my ears and ear lobes were one of my most erogenous zones? I panted and felt my cock
throbbing even wilder. In my complete despair what to do I let my fingers wander down his spine and now he moaned and let me off the embrace. Stop he said, whether I wanted him to
now, his spine would be a very sensitive spot to touch. I stared at him and asked how he knew about my ears. He stared back, kissed me hard on my dry again lips and told me to
take off my swimming trunk and to follow him into the sea. Hearing the last part of the sentence I relaxed (I don't want to say that I wasn't anxious about how far we would get and I was afraid of what could happen!), took my swimming trunk off and he did the same.
I had seen it right in the morning, only an inch or so was left between his navel and the tip of his enormous gland. He wanted to reach for my senior (that ached to be jerked and touched, but as I said I was a bit afraid of what I was capable to do), I withdrew my groin, smiled a broad smile and said that I needed a refreshing bath. He smirked and followed me (I had started to run) to the sea. We toyed around in the water, as if we were 6 or 7 year old boys, we tried to dunk each other under water, tried to outswim the
other, sprayed the other full with water and did all the funny things children do at the beach.
At one point, while we were both laughing and holding our sides from the laughter and the fun, I cut off the laugh, walked less than elegantly towards him through the water, threw my arms around his neck and kissed him. Within splitseconds I felt my and his cock kicking, rising and throbbing again. He took me by the hand and drew me out of the water and under the tamarisk tree. We just lay on the sand (something I normally hate like
anything!) and started kissing again, but this time our hands started to explore our shoulders, pecs, nipples (his were rock-hard within a second and almost piercing my pecs), small of our backs, butts, cracks (I moaned even louder now) and I first found his shaft.
Touch him, stroke him, let your fingers move his foreskin over his gland a voice whispered and then I realized him whispering in a hoarse voice, yes touch me there, show my shaft what your firm hand can do to him. Will I ever forget the moment I first shoved his foreskin over the rim of this blood-bursting huge gland? Will I forget the with relish closed eyes of him that gave his face a supernatural air and the moan he let go that moment? Harder, faster. He begged. He was partly laying on me and my six-pack, so I enforced my grip, but didn't speed up (I think that I was still a bit afraid of what might happen), he opened his eyes and added that I sure knew how to fire him up with my hesitation. He kissed me tenderly and only then I sped
up a bit and within 6 or 7 strokes I felt him twitching and heard a barely concealed moan-scream that was followed by a gush of his over my
six-pack. Loads and loads of his hot landed there and he started gently applying them onto my six-pack.
Then he reached for my cock that was desperately aching and kicking, followed with his fingertip the line of the frenulum that connects the gland with the shaft, found the thickest part of my shaft, closed his grip around it and started to move up and downwards.
After 5 strokes I exploded in his hand and instead of letting me go he milked me out, I begged for mercy and kissed him to release my shaft from his grip. He asked whether I liked it and whether I liked the guy (his
senior!) he introduced me to. I nodded and begged again not to milk me any longer. Only if you let me plow you tonight, was his answer. What else could have been my answer? He appeared to have fallen from heaven, he was tender, handsome, muscular in his swimmer built, his pecs covered with this wiry, dark hair, his shoulders broad and firm and soft the skin, the cock was such a pleasure to look at and I felt so safe and secure in his arms. I whispered yes and hastily added to be granted a blow job first.
He gave me an inquisitory glance and asked whether he was my first man. I said that he was, so where I got this idea from then. I smiled back and said that I would love to feel his tongue against my shaft. The deal was done. It would be tonight then. After another refreshing bath and a long nap in the small shadow of the tamarisk, I woke with a startle. Where was I and whose hand was laying on my left inner thigh?
the café again and took off to the harbour front, where the busses for the beaches further away on the island used to leave. During the drive we had a normal conversation about this and that, as if we were just old school friends that coincidentally met on Naxos.
Twice his knee touched mine, while the driver was taking the respective curve rather hazardously, and twice I felt my leg burning. His knee was warm, strong and felt so smooth at a time that I didn't know what to feel first. He looked away the moment he touched my leg with his knee, as if to give me some time to coordinate my feelings and then turned back to me with a splendid smile, a knowing glance in his eyes and a completely innocuous question about a bloke we had in class and that turned into a lawyer, bla. He appeared to be so easy and skilled in concealing his firing me up, that I hesitated a bit whether I was doing the right thing and I retroceded a bit the second time. He noticed that and he gave me a confused glance, understood what was going on inside of me, reached for my forearm with his big, strong left hand and pretended to show me something he had seen outside in the landscape of Naxos. He let his hand on my forearm two seconds longer than necessary, he gently stroke over my forearm and let his glance skim over my face with a warm and trustseeking expression. I relaxed, smiled back and within two more curves we had reached the beach where we wanted to spend the day. We drove to a beach in the south Ormos Kalandoú where the bus driver let us out and asked us whether we were sure to stay here, because he would only come back on his evening tour at about 21h to pick us up. We nodded yes and after a shrug he let us out of the bus.
He must have thought that we were complete fools.
We took a small path down to the beach that was completely deserted, about 1 km long sandy beach. On the one side of the beach we could see some vast
villas overlooking the Aegean sea but far too far away to see what was going on at the beach. We headed for a small wind shaken tamarisk, that was growing there near to the beach, left our clothes and belongings there and
stood there watching us closely. We both hesitated what to do next. We felt awkward about getting of the swimming trunks and presenting ourselves in the nude (despite the morning jerk off at the window), we had to start all over again. I made a small step towards him, reached for his right hand and asked whether this was the hand he used to jerk off in the morning.
He swallowed dryly and nodded yes. Then I kissed the palm and the back of his hand and muttered a thank you for that. He put his left hand around my neck, drew my face closer to his face and asked whether he could kiss me. I drew back my head (not too much, just far enough to get a better view of him) and said with a crisp voice yes and that I would like to feel his lips
on mine. He leaned forward and touched my dry lips with his equally dry. I wet my lips with my tongue and also touched his lips.
Now he drew back, panted for a second, shook his head as if he couldn't believe what was happening and came back to lock his now wet lips on mine. I opened my mouth a bit and within a nanosecond I felt his warm tongue toying around with mine. I don't know what surprised me more: his tongue
playing with mine, the loss of control over my tongue, the fact that I felt his hard, covered with dark, wiry hair pecs against my hairless pecs or the notion that my cock had reached an almost unbearable aching point of kicking against his. I broke off his lips and made a step back, I drew a deep breath and asked him to wait a second. Never before had I kissed a guy passionately, never before had I felt my cock respond so quickly to a stimulus and never before had I felt so weak and strong at the same time. Whether I didn't like him, his kiss or his cock, he asked in a shy, almost fearful way. I shook my head and started to grin pointing at my fully erect and swimming trunk ripping cock. What did this look like, I asked back. He nodded and came closer, embraced me and give me another kiss that seemed to last forever. I heard the wind blowing around us, I sensed the sun pinching my skin, I smelt the salty air and the sea and yet I didn't know where I was.
At some point his right hand moved upwards to reach for my left ear lobe, I moaned and almost lost my conscience. How could he know that my ears and ear lobes were one of my most erogenous zones? I panted and felt my cock
throbbing even wilder. In my complete despair what to do I let my fingers wander down his spine and now he moaned and let me off the embrace. Stop he said, whether I wanted him to
now, his spine would be a very sensitive spot to touch. I stared at him and asked how he knew about my ears. He stared back, kissed me hard on my dry again lips and told me totake off my swimming trunk and to follow him into the sea. Hearing the last part of the sentence I relaxed (I don't want to say that I wasn't anxious about how far we would get and I was afraid of what could happen!), took my swimming trunk off and he did the same.
I had seen it right in the morning, only an inch or so was left between his navel and the tip of his enormous gland. He wanted to reach for my senior (that ached to be jerked and touched, but as I said I was a bit afraid of what I was capable to do), I withdrew my groin, smiled a broad smile and said that I needed a refreshing bath. He smirked and followed me (I had started to run) to the sea. We toyed around in the water, as if we were 6 or 7 year old boys, we tried to dunk each other under water, tried to outswim the
other, sprayed the other full with water and did all the funny things children do at the beach.
At one point, while we were both laughing and holding our sides from the laughter and the fun, I cut off the laugh, walked less than elegantly towards him through the water, threw my arms around his neck and kissed him. Within splitseconds I felt my and his cock kicking, rising and throbbing again. He took me by the hand and drew me out of the water and under the tamarisk tree. We just lay on the sand (something I normally hate like
anything!) and started kissing again, but this time our hands started to explore our shoulders, pecs, nipples (his were rock-hard within a second and almost piercing my pecs), small of our backs, butts, cracks (I moaned even louder now) and I first found his shaft.
Touch him, stroke him, let your fingers move his foreskin over his gland a voice whispered and then I realized him whispering in a hoarse voice, yes touch me there, show my shaft what your firm hand can do to him. Will I ever forget the moment I first shoved his foreskin over the rim of this blood-bursting huge gland? Will I forget the with relish closed eyes of him that gave his face a supernatural air and the moan he let go that moment? Harder, faster. He begged. He was partly laying on me and my six-pack, so I enforced my grip, but didn't speed up (I think that I was still a bit afraid of what might happen), he opened his eyes and added that I sure knew how to fire him up with my hesitation. He kissed me tenderly and only then I sped
up a bit and within 6 or 7 strokes I felt him twitching and heard a barely concealed moan-scream that was followed by a gush of his
over mysix-pack. Loads and loads of his hot
landed there and he started gently applying them onto my six-pack. Then he reached for my cock that was desperately aching and kicking, followed with his fingertip the line of the frenulum that connects the gland with the shaft, found the thickest part of my shaft, closed his grip around it and started to move up and downwards.
After 5 strokes I exploded in his hand and instead of letting me go he milked me out, I begged for mercy and kissed him to release my shaft from his grip. He asked whether I liked it and whether I liked the guy (his
senior!) he introduced me to. I nodded and begged again not to milk me any longer. Only if you let me plow you tonight, was his answer. What else could have been my answer? He appeared to have fallen from heaven, he was tender, handsome, muscular in his swimmer built, his pecs covered with this wiry, dark hair, his shoulders broad and firm and soft the skin, the cock was such a pleasure to look at and I felt so safe and secure in his arms. I whispered yes and hastily added to be granted a blow job first.
He gave me an inquisitory glance and asked whether he was my first man. I said that he was, so where I got this idea from then. I smiled back and said that I would love to feel his tongue against my shaft. The deal was done. It would be tonight then. After another refreshing bath and a long nap in the small shadow of the tamarisk, I woke with a startle. Where was I and whose hand was laying on my left inner thigh?
