(Edited version)
The invitation to my mother's milestone 50th birthday arrived in the mail and my stomach churned. My family lived in Corinth. I had not seen them or my brother since leaving for college in Boston eight years before. Nikos was now 29 and I was 26.
I had fled Greece - not a gay-friendly place - for school and to be myself in progressive Massachusetts. While I missed my parents, my arousal centered on my handsome older brother who had protected me growing up and whom I idolized. As a little kid in school, I had been bullied and most of my memories of Greece were negative - except for one.
Nikos and I had shared a bedroom, and his mere presence excited me. When I was a boy I didn't understand why, but during our teenage years, it became clearer. There he would be in bed on his computer. I would secretly ogle his lanky body and his soulful face with its thick eyebrows, wavy black hair and dark eyes. He never got naked - he slept in briefs or boxer shorts - but I got lots of peeks at his hairy legs, chest and stomach.
He was several inches taller than my 5-6 and took his role as big brother seriously. One time he punched out one of my tormentors in the schoolyard until the bastard whimpered and ran home crying. He made it clear that anyone who tried to bully me - I was small for my age and not a fighter - would face the same fate. He had my back and I loved him even more for that reason.
Our mother was a control freak. This was usually in the best interests of her sons. Still, I felt she favored Nikos - admired his lively personality and thought him better looking.
She would deny that, and she did let me go to college overseas on a scholarship, so there's that. Yet, it stung me that she was more excited about his landing a job at a factory than the scholarship won by me, her college-bound son.
I called my mother to tell her when my flight would arrive in Athens. Nikos was to pick me up at the airport.
The prospect of seeing him again stirred deep feelings because I still had a crush on him. But much had changed in eight years. In Boston I had grown up and come out, although my family still didn't know that part of me. Nikos had gotten married and shortly thereafter divorced. What was that all about? Sad to say, we had lost touch.
Nikos was not only handsome, he was smart, playful and uber confident. I had been a shy kid and hated that I was short, never growing taller than 5 feet 6. I had baby fat that finally dissolved in my teen years, but it left me with a bad self-image. As a teenager I had an awakening. Men were turning me on sexually. Nikos became the main object of my fantasies.
One week before I was to leave for college, when I was 18 and he was 21, I ran up the stairs one night to change my T-shirt, rushed into our bedroom and saw him masturbating to a porn movie on his computer. This had never happened before. Mortified that I had violated his privacy, I apologized, but was thrilled that I had gotten a peek at his dick. He sloughed it off and, shockingly, continued to beat off.
"Ya know, Yiannis, we've been sleeping in the same room since forever. I've heard you jerk off in the bathroom and so do I. Why not do it in front of each other? We could have some fun with it."
What did he mean by "have some fun with it"? I said nothing, just concentrated on what was sticking out of his Levi’s. His cock was about 7 1/2 inches, with a fairly slender shaft and an interesting head and foreskin, different from the Greek boys I'd seen in the locker room. His foreskin was stretched to the limit because the head was much wider than the shaft. The uncut dicks of my schoolmates tapered to a point like an arrow. The head of his was bigger and roundish.
Nikos ordered me to sit on his bed. "I'm going to jerk off right here," he announced. "I bet you're hot to see my dick up close, so here's your chance.
What!!! How did he know I was hot to see his dick up close? Of course I was, but I was at a loss for words.
"Sit up here next to me. We're brothers. I take care of you and you take care of me."
Did that mean what I thought it meant - that he wanted me to take care of his penis? I didn't have to wait long to find out.
Nikos reached over and unbuckled my belt. "Let's get your pants off." He took off my sneakers as well, leaving me wearing only my Hanes briefs.
“Ya know what I want you to do, little bro? I want you to wrap your hand around my cock and stroke it for me."
I had fantasized about touching his dick for years. I hoped he would see my compliance as more of a brotherly gesture of affection than a sign of queerness. As it was, I had no idea what brought him to this sexual moment. He certainly wasn't gay. He had girlfriends all over Corinth.
"Grip it a little tighter, Yiannis. Now pull the skin over the head and back down again. It's tight, but that makes it feel more intense."
To accommodate the wide head, I had to push a little to make his foreskin move downward, but eventually I got it done. A vein ran from the base through his skin, which made his dick even more appealing.
"Are you OK with doing this?" he asked. At heart, Nikos was a gentleman.
I worked up the courage to speak. “I’m loving doing this for you, but why now, just as I'm moving away."
"Oh, that," he answered. "I've seen you stare at me when I'm in my underwear. Every time I take off my clothes, your eyes are right on me. I figured out a long time ago that you like guys, but I didn't know how to tell you without freaking you out. You were so secretive about it. Lately, you have been much bolder in checking me out. So I decided to be bolder also.”
What could I say to that? In a way he was still watching out for me in not wanting to freak me out.
"You could have told me, ya know. I would never tell anyone. You've never had a girlfriend or showed any interest in girls. I just put two and two together."
It felt liberating that he accepted that I was gay.
“Lock the door,” he ordered.
Back on his bed, my face got closer to his crotch. His dick fragrance - the one all uncut guys seem to have whether they shower or not - could not be ignored. With his skin pulled back, my nose found its way to the head. The strong scent was similar to that of my own dick. I continued to marvel at how his foreskin stretched to cover the impressive girth of the head. I laughed at what a pervert I was, obsessing about all the variations of dicks.
Nikos was fully relaxed, lying back, his hands behind his head watching me work. I considered that my spittle might lubricate his foreskin and help it slide easier. Before I could drool spit on his dick, he spoke.
"Your hand feels great, Yiannis; your lips would feel even better. Time for you to get your mouth on my dick. Ya know, I love getting blown, but that ice cube Penelope (his main girlfriend) won't suck my dick. ‘Dirty,’ she always whines. I’ve given up on getting blown by her.
By the way, little bro, you should know that I haven’t showered today. Why do I think you wouldn't mind if my dick is a little dirty?” And he smirked at me.
My response was to wrap my lips around the shaft. The ripeness in no way turned me off.
My tongue found its way inside his foreskin in order to to lubricate it. He let out a loud moan. It's a good thing our parents' bedroom was downstairs far away from ours on the second floor. I pivoted to the end of the bed in order to get between his legs and get his entire crotch in my face. I needed his jeans off. I unbuckled his belt and he raised his body upward so that I could pull off his Levi's. His boxers were next.
There he was in all his masculine beauty, his dick nesting in thick black pubic hair that moved from his balls though his treasure trail up to his chest. His bush was spectacular.
His sexual heat morphed me from a timid boy into a ravenous beast. My nose met his moist pubes. The aroma wafted into my nostrils. His balls were covered in hair - no one shaved or trimmed back then. Getting both of them in my mouth wasn't possible - they were too big - so I settled for washing one and then the other with my spittle. The smell of sweat led me to picture his balls fermenting all day inside his undies in the Greek summer heat. Nikos made loud sounds of pleasure as he pulled the back of my head onto his crotch.
His cock had swelled to its full 7 1/2 inches. I wanted all of it in my mouth. Nikos was excited, even though just the crown was in. Let's see how wild he'll get when his whole cock is pushing against my tonsils.
I sucked the head, then moved my lips halfway down, then took him all the way to his pubic hair. His breathing got heavy. I thanked Aphrodite, the goddess of love, for taming my gag reflex.
"I'm amazed at how good you are at sucking dick, little bro. Where did you learn how to do that? Now I’m curious.”
I smiled. My experiences blowing my fuck buddies would remain my secret.
Much as I wanted his cum, his precum tasted so good I wanted the sucking to last longer. From his incredibly loud cries though, I expected that an orgasm was imminent.
Wanting to finish him off with the technique I had learned servicing my friends, I pursed my lips on the head, then drove my mouth all the way to the base in a single move and back up again. I used more spit on his cock — his foreskin moved easier -- then I paused from sucking it so that I could nibble on his foreskin. That drove him crazy.
"Yiannis, I don't want to cum just yet. I want to try something else. He pushed me off his body and pulled my hips along the bed in a supine position until my head dropped over the side of the mattress. He straddled my face with his thighs tightening around my head.
"Open your mouth wide,” he ordered as his dick pushed through my lips. His hairy butt and balls threw heat as they sat on my face. His ass aroma was so tantalizing that I thought I'd shoot without touching myself.
"I am going to fill your mouth with my seed, little bro, and you are going to swallow every drop. I know you can’t wait to taste your big bro's cum. I’ll leave my dick in your mouth and you can tell me how good it tastes. Then you are going to let my cum slide down your throat and into your belly."
Nikos held my head steady as his dick began throbbing. He let out a loud moan as his cock spurted his jizz into my mouth.
At that moment all I wanted in life was to savor his cream. As promised, he kept his dick in my mouth and let me suck out the last remnants of his load. It was sweeter than those of my buddies and had a slightly salty flavor. Nikos nodded his approval as I swallowed every drop.
"It tasted good, didn't it, Yiannis?"
"Delicious," I answered.
He collapsed on top of me. "That was so friggin' hot," he whispered in my ear. "Wish we had done this a long time ago. It was hot for you too, am I right?"
It was kind of sweet that he needed to know I had a good time, too. He was sexually dominant, but also a gentleman.
A thought popped into my head: How many times can we do this again before I leave for Boston?
(to be continued)
