Date: Sat, 21 Aug 2021 10:31:36 +1200 From: Ben Highlander Subject: Jamie Goes Greek on Me -11 & Epilogue -- And He Took Me *Please email me your comments and suggestions*. I love to hear from my Readers. Please don't copy my work or call it your own, or publish it anywhere else without my permission. Consider donating to nifty (http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html) to keep this amazing site going. landingben@gmail.com ______________________ Jamie Goes Greek on Me -11 & Epilogue -- And He Took Me My Greek boy sat across from me. The fire was between us, a dancing spectre of possibility and promise. He had gone to relieve himself and I had heard the virile thunder of his stream in the dust. I imagined seeing him pull his thick Greek foreskin back from the glistening head of his cock, as the piss pushed open the eye of his member to squirt out; a distinctly manly sight. I felt my cock stir in my shorts, anticipating the deliverer of that torrent in close proximity and with a quite different intention. He came back to the firelight and he was still fiddling with his crotch, adjusting the substantial sausage to his satisfaction. He grinned when he saw me adjusting my own package. When he had sat down I saw the glint in his brown eyes. He had the hunger of a boy that longed to slake the thirst of his burgeoning manhood and I was the target. Although I had never experienced such focus, I quivered in my Y-fronts like a boy: longing for satisfaction. There was a question in his eyes but I deliberately ignored him and waited for him to take the initiative. Instead, I fiddled with the embers in the fire, stirring them to new life with a stick that I found nearby. Occasionally I glanced across at him under my eyelids, revelling in the embarrassed desire that I saw there. I knew that he knew that tonight was the night. I also knew that he knew he was going to have to take me if he wanted me. Instead of getting on with it, he cleared his throat and I could feel his hesitation. "Doug...?" "Yes my man, what is it?" "Have you and Jo chatted? What does she say about us and being together....? It's just, well, tonight I want to make love to you. I really badly want to feel one with you the way I have felt ...from the other end." "Go on, Jamie, my love..." "Well, if we're not going to be able to be together forever, I don't want to do that. I don't want to be like that with you if I'm going to have to give you up afterwards." There was no sentimentality in his voice, no tears, just a mature, considered statement of fact--a young man who knew what he wanted and would rather do without than have to give it back. Pride bloomed in me and I smiled at him. "Jo has taught me something really important. By her lovely attitude and unselfish, giving heart she has turned something `wrong' into something so right that it hurts to look at it head-on because the glory of what we have is so bright and so new and so...heavenly." He shook his head and he grinned at me with a puzzled look on his beautiful face. He made fun of my flowery words with his own simple question. "So, that's a `yes' then?" We chuckled and the seriousness of the moment lifted briefly. "Jo has agreed that you and I, if we choose to, can be together for as long as we need to be, whether it's for a while or forever. And we can do it in our house, mine and Jo's." He stood up from his perch on the other side of the fire and slowly made his way around it. I remained seated where I was and he came to stand in front of me. He put his hand out and I reached for it with mine. He helped me to my feet and as I rose, our eyes locked. The calm assurance in his gaze belied the trepidation about topping me that I knew had to be part of the equation. He led me towards the tent. We had not spent a night there yet, having arrived mid-morning and spending the day in the sun and fresh air. Earlier I had taken the opportunity to make sure that there would be no mess when he consummated our love. Jamie unzipped the tent flap but instead of entering turned towards me. He stood in front of me and lifted me so that I had my legs around his waist and our faces were lip to lip. Then he turned and awkwardly bent down to enter the tent carrying me like an overgrown baby, his hands supporting my bottom with our crotches pressed together. Once inside he gently knelt down and deposited me tenderly on the joined sleeping bags we had laid out neatly in preparation for this moment. I lay back on the soft surface as he descended upon me. Our eyes never broke contact and our crotches matched. His masculine hardness pressed into me as he gently lay down on me full length. I was struck by the fact that I had done exactly the same thing with my wife a thousand times but never had I had the privilege of being the one on the receiving end. I marvelled at the beauty of his masculine features as he overshadowed me, manoeuvring me in his orbit like the earth does to the moon. When I was settled to his satisfaction, Jamie loomed in, filling my whole vision, my whole world for this moment. The sight of him, the smell of him, the feel of him drowned out all that wasn't him. I thought he was going to kiss me, but he didn't. Instead, he nuzzled my neck, breathed in my ear, rubbed his lips across mine without settling for me to latch onto. Then he licked me. He licked my eyes, in the corners where sleep would gather, down the side of my nose, even fleetingly inside my nostril and it was the most sensual thing I could conceive of. He licked my lips and I just lay there and received his ministrations. I thrilled at the breadth of his tongue as he cleaned my face with it. His eyes never closed, always impaling me in the laser of his gaze, never letting me forget for even a moment that I was his, and his alone. When I closed my own eyes to receive his laving and I opened them again he was still there, watchful of my every response. At last, Jamie pulled back his head and just looked at me. A small smile played on his lips. He growled, "I can't believe you're mine, Doug." "I can't believe it either. This could have ended so many bad ways--" That's as far as I got. Jamie sat back on my legs, took the two sides of my shirt at the bottom and tore it open sending buttons flying all over the small space. He attacked my abdomen with his mouth, licking me again all the way up and down my ribs, pausing briefly to nip at my nipples and into my armpit. Then he swooped down and bit me painfully on the side of my belly button, not hard enough to leave a mark, but hard enough to cause my cock to lurch in the confined space of my shorts. These seemed to annoy him since he pulled back enough to make space, put his hands in the elastic and pulled them down far enough over my buns to expose them and my leaking dick, but just far enough to trap my legs together. Then he quickly lifted my legs towards my head in a position that I never envisioned myself occupying. While holding my legs there, ankles together as they were, he attacked my balls, sucking them painfully into his mouth. He quickly worked his way downwards and smooched my asshole with gusto. I took my legs and quickly removed my shorts to be able to spread my knees to give him better access. Jamie feasted on my anus, working his tongue in as far as he could. The pleasure was indescribable and I felt myself open up to welcome him. I had anticipated pain and discomfort when he took me but the warm pleasure that radiated from my centre, with his tongue, stubble and chin opening me up, had me blossoming like a flower. When he introduced first one finger, then a second and third, I couldn't wait to feel him impale me with his spear. "Fuck me, Jamie, fuck me my young man, my stud, my... my HUSBAND!" Jamie growled as I dropped my legs, opening myself for him to enter me. He didn't wait because it was clear from the ease with which he had worked my hole with his fingers that I was ready. He placed the head of his dick at my entrance and pushed in smoothly until I was filled with him to the hilt. His eyes riveted mine with such intensity that I was unable to look away or even close them to just revel in the feeling of fullness that his meaty Greek dick caused up me. "So full..." I groaned as he just rested there, I suspected to just pull himself together. This was, after all, his first act of penetration. He leaned forward and kissed me tenderly on my face, all over until he finally found my mouth and with little groans and grunts, demonstrated his overwhelmed love and passion for me. "Doug, my man, you're mine and I,...I ...I, oh God, Doug, I....I..." He abandoned words and started gently and urgently to thrust into me. The friction on the walls of my anus sparked such intense pleasure in my core that I thought I was going to pass out. I knew that neither of us was going to last long. "Don't hold back Jamie. Fuck my ass, breed me...I'm your man, take me, TAKE ME!!" Jamie took my instruction and started to thrust into me with a determination that had me holding onto him to not be sent right out of the other end of the tent with the force of his connecting with my ass. His grunts as he did so were primal, and instinct did indeed take over both of our minds and bodies. Our groans and shouts crescendoed until eventually with an almighty yell from us both in concert, he slammed into me and squirted his essence into my waiting bowels. His thrusts for the last half-minute or so had hit my prostate every time and I came spectacularly at exactly the same moment. My eyes were wide open and I watched my Jamie with his head thrown back, emptying himself into me in this virgin act of penetration, so personal, so uninhibited and even in the midst of my own orgasm, I could only marvel at how beautiful and masculine he was. I wound my legs around his waist and held him there as the tremors of our shared orgasm abated. At last, he opened his eyes, tilted his head down and looked at me. We held each other's gaze for a moment as he finally confirmed what we had both been thinking. "This is for always, Doug. There will never be another man, but there will never, NEVER not be you. Only if you or I die, will this not be. And even then, even then..." I nodded. We didn't need a ceremony; we were joined by a holy bond. My future with Jamie stretched ahead of me like a joyous ribbon. Who knows how or why it had happened. But it was real and forever ________________ Chapter - Epilogue I was very excited. Jamie and his lovely family were visiting. He had two gorgeous Greek boys that took my mind back to the two decades of joy and, yes, lust that he and I had known together. When he was 28 he had married Abby, a strong, understanding woman who was at peace with the fact I was his lover and would likely be that until either or both of us died. Jamie had ended up living with Jo and me and we made it work. When the novelty of having a hot Greek lover made way for routine, I spent (almost) equal time in their beds. Jamie won by a hair; a ball hair. The primal, masculine connection between us was unparalleled. Joanne was right: In the same way that Elma forged a road to her heart, which a man couldn't tread, Jamie and I were coupled travellers, destined to be joined at the hip. His marriage changed the dynamics only slightly. Physically, he lived elsewhere, but his heart lived with me. He came to see me every day without fail, even if only to hold my hand for an hour and talk about his family, but he came, and I had the privilege of seeing him mature into a strong, capable family man. My musings were interrupted when Dmitri (8) and Stavros (10) ran over to me from the car. They launched themselves onto my lap and kissed my grey cheeks, hugging their lithe boy bodies into mine. For the umpteenth time I hoped that somewhere there was a strong, loving man waiting for each of them, to guide them into masculinity and maturity. My heart leapt when my Greek Man walked up to me and kissed my waiting mouth deeply. "Boys, leave Opa Dee for a moment. He and I have something to discuss in the bedroom. 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