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Kennick
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The nicest of all 3 Koúroi (statues of young naked men typical of the Cycladic Art around 800 BC) to be seen on Naxos still remained in his cut into stone sleep in an idyllic garden in the lucious green valley of Mélanes, in an almost mystic atmosphere- rustling leaves of the trees around, chirping crickets and a babbling rivulet- and in an ancient myth that claimed that one day the 3 Koúroi would wake up from their eternal sleep and rule the island. In the midst of huge, old lemon and orange trees was a little café that offered wine, lemonade (freshly made), home made candied lemon peel, kítro (liqueur made of lemon peel), fruits and water.
Unbeknownst to the few tourists that strolled through that garden, shot photos of the Koúros, ate the fruits and thought that they would have seen a part of paradise, in the garden next to this Koùros garden two men were lying under a particularly big and bushy lemon tree with both fruits and flowers on it, lying low and relishing the lie of the land around them. The light that filtered through the lacquered green leaves was dripping with the sweet fragrance of the lemon flowers on to them and was soaked with the freshness that tried to fight back the heat of the day. They had lain there for hours and had done nothing else but reading out a book to one another, when one of them suddenly put the book down.
Tassos turned around and watched me closely, he wondered why I had stopped reading out at this especially exciting point of the story and tried to convince me with a kiss, not before grinding his stubbled chin against mine and mumbling something about sweetness. I kept looking at him intensely and finally asked why we had come here instead of staying in bed, in his bed this time given the fact that Miss Soula the Dragon wouldn't be back before tonight or was it next morning. Whether I didn't like it here. Of course, I liked it, but he had told me last night during the short moment between wide awake and breathless from the experienced scene under the shower and sleepy and almost away in Morpheus' arms that he wanted to plow me next morning and now it was past midday. I realized that I was complaining like a little child that was not allowed to get his 6th ice cream cone that day, but decided not to give in. Tassos cracked a smile and fired back whether I would know what that would mean. An indignant grunt from me later, he laid his right hand on my six pack and asked me to be patient, whether I would like to have another kiss.
I nodded, his tongue plunged between my lips, found mine and I could taste the sweet aroma of the fruits we had eaten some time ago. The bus with direction to Mélanes had brought us with a considerable part of my shoppings of the morning to this idyllic place, we had seen the beauty of the sleeping Koúros, had dutifully bought something to drink in the little café and had gone to the big shadow of the lemon tree in the garden next door to be protected from the sun and undisturbed from the few tourists that were fretting about the cultural heritage of the Cyclades compared to that of the Dodecanese Islands, yawn. Meanwhile Tassos' hand found its way to my nipples, kneaded them for a little while, until they could have cut through my t-shirt, pulled my t-shirt over my pecs and started to nip at them with his teeth. A sigh left my still wet and hurting lips, so he continued to nip at them, to kiss them, to kiss the upper part of my six pack, to toy around with my navel and to brush with his other hand over the soft inner side of my upper arm. He seemed to like to play with my bulging biceps and to find little spots where I was ticklish, but at this very moment all I could think of was Tassos and how he had entered me yesterday evening. The mere thought of his finger inside of me send my senior kicking, he noticed it and muttered that he hoped that it was the effect of his 'hard' work. No, more the memory of him inside of me and his hardening work. He called me a sophist and grinned.
His right hand finally reached for my cock that was doing its best to rip my bermudas apart. Tassos followed the outline of it on my bermudas and leant in close and kissed me again. He wanted to lick on it and to make me
inside his mouth. Before I could have reacted, he had opened my zipper, had pulled down my briefs, had conjured up a condom out of nowhere (I seemed to have been very distracted!) and unrolled it onto my kicking cock with his lips, pushing it slowly downwards with the lips and holding the top of it with the tip of his tongue. Tassos reached the base of my shaft and started with a slow rhythm to move his head up and down. At first his right hand enclosed my pouch, but then it followed the trail of the damm towards my hole and cautiously wrote one circle after the other around my tight hole. I moaned, my hips moved up and down together with his head, as if my long, veiny shaft would collapse outside his fresh, hot, tight and spacious mouth. The tip of his tongue followed the rim of my gland, toyed with my frenulum and his hand wrote one circle after the other, ever smaller, ever closer to my hole. He removed it from there and suddenly something was missing, I needed his hand there, I longed for it and I took his right index finger into my mouth, licked on it, sucked it and pleaded for entering me with it. Tassos nodded and again I had his finger close to my hole writing circles, when he started to push it into me. "Open up and relax, let me take the lead", he mumbled with my almost bursting with blood cock inside his mouth and ably continued to toy around with his tongue, but his index was up to serious business. With a deep breath I remembered what he had told me last night, I wanted to feel him inside of me again and I let myself go, I relaxed a bit and he was inside, his index moved forward, found my softest spot on my prostate, brushed against it several times. His lips suddenly removed the condom of my hot rod, his left hand closed tightly around it and whilst his right index was massaging my prostate he sent me with four or five strong strokes of his left hand to heaven. Erupting wave after wave I arched my back and begged for mercy, for more, for his lips on mine, for him inside of me, for his cock and for his love.
It took me several minutes to recover, I could only breath in short breaths, my eyes seemed to let in all the dripping green and yellow light dancing between the trees and his left hand still held firmly onto my rock hard shaft. Tassos mumbled that I was insatiable and that I should be gentle to my senior and release him from his duty to be guarding the way up from my groin to my navel. I laughed and he finally let my shaft go, but it remained hard and solid. He whiped me clean and hesitated. One second, two seconds. Not for long, it was only for some seconds that he was thinking about what to do or to say, so I asked him to kneel in front of me. What for? Tassos should
let me take the lead, so I walked around him, kneeled behind him and let my hard cock rest on his butt. His head swung around and his glance was burning with -what was it? anxiety, fear, antecipation, curiosity?- some feverish aspect and he said sharply not to do any curlicues on him. My mouth twisted into a smile, but my eyes answered his hard glance. I shot back whether he had forgotten what trust was about, my arrow found its aim and hit him for six. Noone had ever taken him from behind except for that flat mate of his, he muttered with his eyes watching the grass under the lemon tree. That would have to be changed, may be the next day, I said, but he had to show me first how to do it, meanwhile I would like to pay back my debts for the just experienced eruption.
Tassos nodded and apologized for having overreacted, the smile reached my eyes and I laid between his legs with my mouth directly under his pouch. Nice perspective from down there. To see his veiny cock pointing directly upwards from the midst of his dark wiry pubic hair, the loose hanging pouch with two oval shapedfilled balls inside and every now and then his cock would kick upwards unconscious of the beauty it possessed. He lowered his pelvis onto my chest and I started to lick and suck on his balls, toying around with them, nipping at them, plunging my tongue between them and wetting the way backwards to his hole, that hadn't been touched so far except for his flat mate (and that seemed to have been rather disappointing).
More out of instinct I had both my hands in the backs of his knees and started caressing the soft skin there. His moans intensified everytime I moved them upwards up his thighs, he seemed to both enjoy and to be afraid of it, he wasn't relaxed, he seemed to be suspicious of something, yet he didn't stop me, quite the contrary was the case. He moved back and forth on my chest, faster and faster, groaned and then he took my right hand, licked each of my fingers and said with a so far unknown hoarse voice: "Put it in, shove me your finger in, now!" My hand needn't move or find its way, he quickly showed it the way to his hole, he took a deep breath, sighed and inserted my index into his strangely enough, completely relaxed anus. My finger immediately found his prostate, my mouth continued its work, my left hand grasped his butt (I even allowed myself a light slap on his firm muscular butt, which was answered with yet another hoarse moan). While everything seemed stable and fine: mouth, pouch, prostate, left hand, right index finger, his butt moving back and forth, my cock still standing guard and kicking now, Tassos suddenly shot back towards my tummy, removed my hand from his hole, grabbed my left hand with his right hand, locked it around his shaft and with three forceful jackings I saw white jets of his nectar shooting on my pecs and against my chin. Jet after jet landed there, time after time our hands jacked his hot, firm cock, moan after groan left his throat, he leaned over me and licked his own nectar off my chest, neck and chin. A fever burnt in his eyes, he licked the last bit off and locked both his hands again around my cock, he only needed a few strokes and a tender little bite into my left nipple and with spasms I came again. My pouch hurt, my shaft burnt inside, I must have screamed, because he cupped my mouth and whispered to be quite into my ear without forgetting to nibble on my earlobe afterwards.
The little garden next to that of the most handsome of all 3 Koùroi still to be seen on Naxos inside remained silent and guarded our secret as it had guarded the Koùros and protected it against Byzantines, Genueses, Turks and Frenchmen. At about 3 pm we took the bus back to Naxos-town, Tassos was
so kind to grant me a mocking smile for all the stuff I carried along in my bag. I was so kind to pinch him into his butt the moment he stepped into the bus, he yelped, but he couldn't complain, because the bus was bursting full with people coming back from the morning bath at the eastern coast and heading back to Naxos-town. His glance told me to wait and see what would happen, once we would have got back to the pensions, so it was my turn to return the mocking smile combined with an almost shocked glance over my dark blue glasses. It took us almost 30 minutes to get back to Naxos town, out of the bus and back to my pension (we were a bit hesitating to meet Miss Soula again, not even to mention the canary of hell with the eardrumripping
chirping).
Unbeknownst to the few tourists that strolled through that garden, shot photos of the Koúros, ate the fruits and thought that they would have seen a part of paradise, in the garden next to this Koùros garden two men were lying under a particularly big and bushy lemon tree with both fruits and flowers on it, lying low and relishing the lie of the land around them. The light that filtered through the lacquered green leaves was dripping with the sweet fragrance of the lemon flowers on to them and was soaked with the freshness that tried to fight back the heat of the day. They had lain there for hours and had done nothing else but reading out a book to one another, when one of them suddenly put the book down.
Tassos turned around and watched me closely, he wondered why I had stopped reading out at this especially exciting point of the story and tried to convince me with a kiss, not before grinding his stubbled chin against mine and mumbling something about sweetness. I kept looking at him intensely and finally asked why we had come here instead of staying in bed, in his bed this time given the fact that Miss Soula the Dragon wouldn't be back before tonight or was it next morning. Whether I didn't like it here. Of course, I liked it, but he had told me last night during the short moment between wide awake and breathless from the experienced scene under the shower and sleepy and almost away in Morpheus' arms that he wanted to plow me next morning and now it was past midday. I realized that I was complaining like a little child that was not allowed to get his 6th ice cream cone that day, but decided not to give in. Tassos cracked a smile and fired back whether I would know what that would mean. An indignant grunt from me later, he laid his right hand on my six pack and asked me to be patient, whether I would like to have another kiss.
I nodded, his tongue plunged between my lips, found mine and I could taste the sweet aroma of the fruits we had eaten some time ago. The bus with direction to Mélanes had brought us with a considerable part of my shoppings of the morning to this idyllic place, we had seen the beauty of the sleeping Koúros, had dutifully bought something to drink in the little café and had gone to the big shadow of the lemon tree in the garden next door to be protected from the sun and undisturbed from the few tourists that were fretting about the cultural heritage of the Cyclades compared to that of the Dodecanese Islands, yawn. Meanwhile Tassos' hand found its way to my nipples, kneaded them for a little while, until they could have cut through my t-shirt, pulled my t-shirt over my pecs and started to nip at them with his teeth. A sigh left my still wet and hurting lips, so he continued to nip at them, to kiss them, to kiss the upper part of my six pack, to toy around with my navel and to brush with his other hand over the soft inner side of my upper arm. He seemed to like to play with my bulging biceps and to find little spots where I was ticklish, but at this very moment all I could think of was Tassos and how he had entered me yesterday evening. The mere thought of his finger inside of me send my senior kicking, he noticed it and muttered that he hoped that it was the effect of his 'hard' work. No, more the memory of him inside of me and his hardening work. He called me a sophist and grinned.
His right hand finally reached for my cock that was doing its best to rip my bermudas apart. Tassos followed the outline of it on my bermudas and leant in close and kissed me again. He wanted to lick on it and to make me
inside his mouth. Before I could have reacted, he had opened my zipper, had pulled down my briefs, had conjured up a condom out of nowhere (I seemed to have been very distracted!) and unrolled it onto my kicking cock with his lips, pushing it slowly downwards with the lips and holding the top of it with the tip of his tongue. Tassos reached the base of my shaft and started with a slow rhythm to move his head up and down. At first his right hand enclosed my pouch, but then it followed the trail of the damm towards my hole and cautiously wrote one circle after the other around my tight hole. I moaned, my hips moved up and down together with his head, as if my long, veiny shaft would collapse outside his fresh, hot, tight and spacious mouth. The tip of his tongue followed the rim of my gland, toyed with my frenulum and his hand wrote one circle after the other, ever smaller, ever closer to my hole. He removed it from there and suddenly something was missing, I needed his hand there, I longed for it and I took his right index finger into my mouth, licked on it, sucked it and pleaded for entering me with it. Tassos nodded and again I had his finger close to my hole writing circles, when he started to push it into me. "Open up and relax, let me take the lead", he mumbled with my almost bursting with blood cock inside his mouth and ably continued to toy around with his tongue, but his index was up to serious business. With a deep breath I remembered what he had told me last night, I wanted to feel him inside of me again and I let myself go, I relaxed a bit and he was inside, his index moved forward, found my softest spot on my prostate, brushed against it several times. His lips suddenly removed the condom of my hot rod, his left hand closed tightly around it and whilst his right index was massaging my prostate he sent me with four or five strong strokes of his left hand to heaven. Erupting wave after wave I arched my back and begged for mercy, for more, for his lips on mine, for him inside of me, for his cock and for his love. It took me several minutes to recover, I could only breath in short breaths, my eyes seemed to let in all the dripping green and yellow light dancing between the trees and his left hand still held firmly onto my rock hard shaft. Tassos mumbled that I was insatiable and that I should be gentle to my senior and release him from his duty to be guarding the way up from my groin to my navel. I laughed and he finally let my shaft go, but it remained hard and solid. He whiped me clean and hesitated. One second, two seconds. Not for long, it was only for some seconds that he was thinking about what to do or to say, so I asked him to kneel in front of me. What for? Tassos should
let me take the lead, so I walked around him, kneeled behind him and let my hard cock rest on his butt. His head swung around and his glance was burning with -what was it? anxiety, fear, antecipation, curiosity?- some feverish aspect and he said sharply not to do any curlicues on him. My mouth twisted into a smile, but my eyes answered his hard glance. I shot back whether he had forgotten what trust was about, my arrow found its aim and hit him for six. Noone had ever taken him from behind except for that flat mate of his, he muttered with his eyes watching the grass under the lemon tree. That would have to be changed, may be the next day, I said, but he had to show me first how to do it, meanwhile I would like to pay back my debts for the just experienced eruption.
Tassos nodded and apologized for having overreacted, the smile reached my eyes and I laid between his legs with my mouth directly under his pouch. Nice perspective from down there. To see his veiny cock pointing directly upwards from the midst of his dark wiry pubic hair, the loose hanging pouch with two oval shaped
filled balls inside and every now and then his cock would kick upwards unconscious of the beauty it possessed. He lowered his pelvis onto my chest and I started to lick and suck on his balls, toying around with them, nipping at them, plunging my tongue between them and wetting the way backwards to his hole, that hadn't been touched so far except for his flat mate (and that seemed to have been rather disappointing).More out of instinct I had both my hands in the backs of his knees and started caressing the soft skin there. His moans intensified everytime I moved them upwards up his thighs, he seemed to both enjoy and to be afraid of it, he wasn't relaxed, he seemed to be suspicious of something, yet he didn't stop me, quite the contrary was the case. He moved back and forth on my chest, faster and faster, groaned and then he took my right hand, licked each of my fingers and said with a so far unknown hoarse voice: "Put it in, shove me your finger in, now!" My hand needn't move or find its way, he quickly showed it the way to his hole, he took a deep breath, sighed and inserted my index into his strangely enough, completely relaxed anus. My finger immediately found his prostate, my mouth continued its work, my left hand grasped his butt (I even allowed myself a light slap on his firm muscular butt, which was answered with yet another hoarse moan). While everything seemed stable and fine: mouth, pouch, prostate, left hand, right index finger, his butt moving back and forth, my cock still standing guard and kicking now, Tassos suddenly shot back towards my tummy, removed my hand from his hole, grabbed my left hand with his right hand, locked it around his shaft and with three forceful jackings I saw white jets of his nectar shooting on my pecs and against my chin. Jet after jet landed there, time after time our hands jacked his hot, firm cock, moan after groan left his throat, he leaned over me and licked his own nectar off my chest, neck and chin. A fever burnt in his eyes, he licked the last bit off and locked both his hands again around my cock, he only needed a few strokes and a tender little bite into my left nipple and with spasms I came again. My pouch hurt, my shaft burnt inside, I must have screamed, because he cupped my mouth and whispered to be quite into my ear without forgetting to nibble on my earlobe afterwards.
The little garden next to that of the most handsome of all 3 Koùroi still to be seen on Naxos inside remained silent and guarded our secret as it had guarded the Koùros and protected it against Byzantines, Genueses, Turks and Frenchmen. At about 3 pm we took the bus back to Naxos-town, Tassos was
so kind to grant me a mocking smile for all the stuff I carried along in my bag. I was so kind to pinch him into his butt the moment he stepped into the bus, he yelped, but he couldn't complain, because the bus was bursting full with people coming back from the morning bath at the eastern coast and heading back to Naxos-town. His glance told me to wait and see what would happen, once we would have got back to the pensions, so it was my turn to return the mocking smile combined with an almost shocked glance over my dark blue glasses. It took us almost 30 minutes to get back to Naxos town, out of the bus and back to my pension (we were a bit hesitating to meet Miss Soula again, not even to mention the canary of hell with the eardrumripping
chirping).
