As soon as I had winked at the slim one he winked back and flashed me a quick smile. Immediately my heart was up and pounding and I knew I'd started something. By the time I'd passed his table he was putting some coins down by his half finished coffee and standing up. I walked on. I heard him follow.
Hyacinth, the young son of the King of Sparta, was beautiful like the very gods of Mount Olympus themselves. His youthful attractiveness caught the eye of Apollo, the shooter of arrows and the God of the sun. Apollo, in mortal form, had a powerful chest, firm muscles and a keen eye for love.
His palm stroked my cheek and his fingers played with my beard for a moment before his other hand came to rest on my shoulder. Then both slid tentatively around my neck and he pulled himself up to me.
And then there was a hot moth around my cock again, bringing it back to firmness and the lad was doing his work. I reached for Jose and felt his thick, heavy cock in my hand. My fingers barely touched as I wrapped them around it and started wanking his long foreskin over the huge head.
Greek flesh and now one of the cafe lads had followed me home, stripped down to his white briefs and sucked me dry. And now I was following him to my bed.
The other lads gather at my feet and start to stroke my legs. They comment on their strength, marvelling at how another guy feels. I know that they have all wanted to try this, have all had fantasies about sex with another man.
The boy was pretending to be asleep, one arm draped over his face, the other above his head so the body stretched out showing the rib cage, pulling the puppy fat of his stomach taught. I stood before him watching.