This is an updated version.
Sexual tension hangs in the air as I ride in the passenger seat with my brother Nikos. We are driving from Athens International Airport to Corinth, the home I left eight years ago in order to attend college in Boston. I am 26 now and he is 29. My feelings are all over the place. I am in Greece to celebrate my mother’s 50th birthday, but wonder what sexual surprises this visit will bring.
It is brutally hot inside the car as the air-conditioner has gone kaput. Both of us are sweating profusely. Rolling down the windows is no help either. It is a typical Greek summer day, 34 degrees C (93 degrees F).
I steal glances at Nikos every chance I get. “Why does he have to be so handsome?” His soulful face exudes both sensitivity and toughness. He reminds me of a young John Stamos with his olive skin, black eyes, scruff, thick eyebrows, perfect aquiline nose and full lips. As if that weren’t enough, he has a dimple on his chin. He is even better looking now than he was at 21. His face has matured and he has a swagger that he didn’t have then. Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of love, surely bestowed her blessing on him. And Zeus did the same for his dick.
When I compare myself to my older brother, I come up wanting. I am cute, for sure, but short at 5-6, next to his 6 feet. My eyes are dark like his. My hair is curly. His is wavy. My body is also hairy, but not nearly as much as he has on his chest and stomach. I can’t get out of my head the memory of his sensationally hairy ass. I wish I had his confidence and can-do personality.
Nikos breaks the awkward silence.
“Yiannis, I might as well be honest. I’ve missed you terribly. Can’t believe it has been eight years. I think about you all the time,” he pauses and smirks, “especially when I’m lying nude in bed in our old bedroom.” And he winks mischievously.
Mmm, is he hinting that he thinks about me while he’s masturbating? I believe that’s what he’s saying. I want to reply, but his effect on me has tongue-tied me. Nikos continues to reveal an affection that was unexpressed all those years when when we shared a bedroom.
“I hate that we live far away and drifted apart. I want to do something about that. Make up for lost time. Perhaps in our bedroom tonight. He catches me blushing. He is referring to the night eight years ago when we connected sexually before I left for school. It is still a delicious memory that I use when I masturbate.
I find my courage. “That night was amazing, Nikos. Are you saying that you want to repeat it?”
“Let’s see what tonight brings,” and he winks.
“So tell me, little bro, what is going on with you these days? Are you living a good life in Boston?”
I regret that I haven’t kept in touch with him, especially after his short-lived marriage. Why didn’t I call and comfort him? I’m curious why he divorced Penelope six months after their wedding. I work up the courage to say what’s in my heart: “I miss you, too, bro. That was the bad part about leaving home. I never told you how much you mean to me. I had to leave Greece because of its old-fashioned ways, but I hated leaving you.”
Nikos is understanding. “I know you had to go to a place where you could be yourself. Greece is not friendly toward guys who are … he pauses, searching for a word … different.”
So he knows all about that part of me, even if he doesn’t say the word ‘gay.’
I’m nervous as I put it out there. “We never really talked about my being gay, even after that wonderful night before I left.”
As always, he knows how to get past the awkwardness. “Yiannis, you’ve always been a private person. You are still secretive about your private life. Our parents might not like to hear about it, but I want you to know that I’m cool with it. More than cool. I want to know more about that part of you.”
While my coming out to him is one thing, sharing details about my life as a gay man gives me pause. What does he want to know? How many sex partners I’ve had and what I do with them?
I need to be gracious, though. “Thank you for supporting me,” I say. “That makes me feel good.” Then I change the subject. “By the way I am sorry I wasn’t here to help you through the divorce. It must have been awful.”
“Actually, it went pretty smoothly. Penelope didn’t want to be married either. Once we figured that out, telling our parents was the hard part. They were shocked. They had gone all out. It was a big fat Greek wedding shortly followed by a big fat Greek divorce.” He shakes his head and laughs, although I can imagine how my conservative parents reacted to their money being wasted on a wedding that wouldn’t bring grandchildren.
“To be honest, I hated being married, but I do miss sex, even though Penelope was only so-so in bed, nothing like you were that night.” Nikos throws that out there as an afterthought, but it thrills me that he remembers.
By the way, Yiannis, I haven’t had any sex since the divorce. I’ll be horny tonight in our old bedroom.”
I am hard in my briefs thinking about what tonight will bring. All of my anxiety about reconnecting sexually has turned out to be wasted energy.
Nikos reaches over, takes my hand, and pulls it onto his thigh. Should I move my hand to his crotch? Things become clearer when he moves my hand onto his dick.
I feel the outline snaking down his leg. I remember that it is long with a slender shaft and a large head that stretches his foreskin to the limit. He keeps his eyes on the road as I rub his penis. Should I go further and ignore that other drivers might see what we’re doing on this busy highway?
He settles it for me. “Yiannis, get down on your knees on the floor and wrap your arms around my waist. Now put your head on my lap like a good brother.”
Although I am a top in Boston, there is no question what my role is with my alpha brother.
My face feels heat emanating through his jeans and underwear.
“Sniff my crotch through my Levi’s, little bro.”
I am amazed that I can actually smell his sweaty dick and balls, unless it is just my imagination.
“Kiss the bulge in my pants,” he leads me on as my lips feel the rough fabric of denim. “Now unzip my fly and put your hand inside.” His voice holds such authority over me. I pull on the metal tab as he stretches his legs out to make it easier. “Unbutton the top of my shorts.”
I use two hands to unzip his fly and pull open his shorts. My hands are shaking I am so turned on.
His cotton boxers are wet with his sweat. With no AC, I am sweating myself. I decide that his dick should be free of any clothing. Reaching through the fly, I shift his cock from its downward position upright toward the elastic band. He lifts his pelvis just enough for me to pull down his shorts and boxers.
His impressive cock, 7 1/2 inches long with its oversized head that stretches out an inch wider than the shaft is just inches from my face.
I use my thumb and index finger to move his foreskin up and down despite the challenge presented by its tightness on the large head. I sniff it. Nikos lets out a loud moan. “I’ve waited eight years for you to do that again,” he says. “And I have waited, too,” I reply.
Just playing with his dick isn’t going to be enough to satisfy me. As my face moves an inch from his cock, I wait for Nikos to order me to suck it while he drives. Or is he content just to let me smell it?
He grins at my concentration and finally speaks. “You know you can lick it if you really want to,” and his chuckle tells me he knows perfectly well that I want to. “I recall that it loves your mouth on it. Now stick your tongue inside my foreskin and tell me how good it tastes.”
I remember his ripe masculine flavor from our night eight years ago. That scent hasn’t changed.
He is hairier than I remember though, delectably furry from his crotch to his chest. I’m grateful that I have such a sexy brother and even more so with his dick in my face.
As I await further instruction, Nikos is direct. “Are you just going to admire my dick or are you going to suck it?”
I bend over and slide the foreskin back, uncovering his meaty head.
“I wanted to give you a treat,” he says. I didn’t shower today. I remember how much you love the smell of my cock.”
A man’s foreskin fragrance is the switch that turns me into a wild animal. I luxuriate in his scent, pull down his foreskin and glue my nose to the head of his dick. He obviously hasn’t showered.
My penis is hard against my briefs, so I pull down my jeans and take out my own uncut dick. I grip my big bro’s hips from my position on the floor and lather his entire package. I am of two minds. I want to clean him thoroughly with my tongue, but I don’t want to wash away all of his man-flavor.
Like the rest of him, his balls are hairy and their heat has intensified from sitting on the leather seat. I spit on them, resolving to cool them down with my tongue. To get both of them wet with my saliva I raise them up from the seat with my hand. They feel heavy. Does that mean he hasn’t jizzed in a while? I hope that’s true.
After 10 minutes of licking his balls, he grabs my head. “That’s enough of that. I want my dick in your mouth. I bet your cocksucking skills are even better now from blowing all those guys in Boston.” That’s a jab he makes to see if I’ll admit details about my sexual life.
“How badly do you want to be my cocksucker?” he asks, getting bossier by the minute. “Tell me how much you want it or I’ll put it back in my shorts.”
While I love sucking his dick, my schoolmates in Greece had used the word “cocksucker” as the worst insult they could throw at a guy, and I was labeled that repeatedly. It still stings, but neither can I take a chance that Nikos will follow through on his threat to put his dick away.
“Nikos, please let me be your cocksucker. I love your big cock. It’s tall like you and has the most beautiful big head on it. Plus, it tastes amazing.”
That’s enough praise to placate him. He pushes my head onto the shaft and says, “Let’s test your gag reflex and see how much of me you can handle. That will give me an idea about how many guys you sucked in Boston, and he cackles. He won’t let go of that fantasy about my sex life in my new home.
I take 4 inches in my mouth and wait. “That feels really good, little bro, but let’s try 6.” That’s when I feel his precum seep into my mouth. So far, so good. But when he orders me to take all 7 1/2 inches, I gag. As he continues to push into my throat, I concentrate on breathing through my nose and my gag reflex calms down. I’m bent on giving him my best blow job ever.
“Keep doing that, Yiannis. I haven’t been sucked in a while.” Since he had told me his wife wouldn’t suck his dick, I wonder who used to blow him. Was it a girl or a guy?
I use my best BJ technique. I want to make him happy and satisfy myself as well. As I use my mouth getting him all the way in my throat, he sounds like a dog baying at the moon. When I feel him shudder, I know he is ready to shoot.
“Where do want me to cum, little bro? How about if I shoot it on the floor? He is such a tease. “Please let me taste your cum,” I say. He snaps, “Then work for it.”
I do what he wants, intensely using my lips, tongue and throat to please him. In a few minutes, shot after shot of his rich cream explodes in my mouth, dripping on my tonsils. It tastes sweet with a slightly salty flavor. I let it sit in my mouth for a minute before letting it slide into my belly. There is a lot.
“Ya know, Nikos, I wanted to suck you badly when we were kids, every time i saw you in your underwear, but I was afraid you’d hate me if I came onto you, and then when we got older, that night happened.
I reveal more about my next fantasy with my big bro. “Nikos, I want to say that I can do a lot more than just suck dick.
Does he take my hint? I wait for his reaction.
He raises his eyebrow and chuckles. ”You know what they say about us Greeks? Was it Socrates who used to fuck his students in the ass? I’m going to be your Socrates and you are going to be my student.”
(to be continued)
