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  Even as thrilling as it was for the man’s mouth to work his cock, he had to take a moment to realize that he was, in fact, a gay man. And with that recognition, he fully accepted the fact.

  In his profound excitement, he pulled Kosta off his dick and knelt down. He indicated that Kosta should stand, which he did. Then Ness unzipped Kosta’s fly and pulled out his cock. Ness could not believe how eager he was to take this man’s cock into his mouth. It was like coming home after a long journey. It felt so right, so satisfying. The cock filled his mouth completely and in some strange way, he felt it belonged there; he felt complete in a way he’d never expected.

  Kosta groaned and shook with excitement. Ness instinctively knew exactly what to do. That was one of the joys of sex with a man, he realized. Only another man could know exactly what it felt like to have one’s dick sucked, and Ness knew exactly how to pleasure this man the way he liked to be pleasured.

  Close to cumming, Kosta leaned over and whispered. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

  Ness got up from his kneeling position and followed Kosta.

  Kosta threw back the covers from the bed and, getting the rest of the way undressed, threw himself onto the bed, pulling Ness after him. Ness was still partially dressed and he struggled to remove his boxers and shirt.

  When Ness was finally naked, Kosta pulled Ness on top of him and began running his hands down Ness’ back, down to his ass. He did this several times, as Ness enjoyed feeling Kosta’s cock rubbing against his. He was tempted to continue like that, feeling he could cum just doing that. But Kosta then whispered. “I want you to fuck me.”

  Now, this was new territory for Ness. He’d never thought too much about how men did that, but while that excited him, he was also cautious. He knew about safe sex, and he knew nothing about this man. A dozen questions ran through his mind, and he decided this was not the time to do that.

  “Not now. I’m not ready for that.”

  Kosta suddenly leaned up, supporting himself with his arms. “Is this your first time?” Ness nodded. “Man, I had no idea. Are you okay?”

  Ness laughed. “More than okay.”

  Kosta flopped back down on the bed and stared up at Ness. “Okay then, what do you want to do? Want me to fuck you?” Ness shook his head. That was even more problematical.

  “I liked what we were doing. I love rubbing against you. Do you think you could cum that way?”

  Smiling, Kosta nodded. “I’ve not done that much, but let’s give it a try. But first…” He reached over and lubed them both up.

  Ness leaned forward and straddled Kosta and began kissing him again. Never had kissing seemed so sweet. He ground his tongue into Kosta and relished the sensation and warm, musky taste.

  Ness was soon grinding with his full cock against Kosta’s. It took some getting used to, as they tended to slip away from each other, but Ness soon found a position and an angle that seemed to work just right. They began to work each other, and Kosta seemed to enjoy it as much as Ness did.

  Soon they were both grinding away. Ness was getting so close to cumming. “How are you doing?” he asked.

  “Almost there.”

  “Let’s go for it then.”

  Ness increased his rhythm, as did Kosta and before long they were both moaning. As they shot, each shouted out, pumping cum all over both of their stomachs.

  Ness collapsed on top of Kosta, both spent and breathing heavily. After a moment or two, Ness propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at Kosta.

  “Pretty good for a first timer,” Kosta chuckled.

  “Pretty good for an old timer,” Ness echoed.

  They both laughed.

  Chapter Five

  Just before Darren left for Greece, he was, to say the least, frantic. First, he had to struggle through Thornton’s legal form. He’d tried several times to get into all the legalese, but finally, he just skimmed the document and approved it.

  On top of that, Tyler was becoming restless and pushy about going to visit Linwood Academy. “What if they aren’t advanced enough?” Tyler whined.

  “Then we’ll look for another school,” Darren calmly answered.

  “But what if there aren’t any that aren’t any good?”

  “We can consider tutoring if that’s the case.”

  “There aren’t any tutors in this area advanced enough,” Tyler insisted.

  “You need to trust your mother and me to do what’s best for your education. We’re not going to let you down. I’ve asked Reggie to help us. He knows someone who might be able to advise us.”

  “But they may not know what’s best.” Tyler was becoming agitated.

  “Then I promise we’ll find other knowledgeable people who will know. We’re not going to settle for anything but the very best for you.”

  Tyler stared at him. “You promise?”

  “I promise.”

  And then Darren had to pack. He had no idea what living on a boat in Greece entailed, but he was certain it involved, at the very least, shorts, T-shirts, and deck shoes. And plenty of sunscreen and perhaps a broad brimmed hat.

  Darren was grateful he’d been able to find a sailboat with a captain and crew. He would have been useless if he’d had to sail solo. The extent of his sailing was as a freshman at his private school when he was fourteen. How his father, an avid competitive sailor, despaired, as Darren took to sailing like a walrus to flying.

  But finally, he was ready. He was packed, signed out at the college, coordinated with Mai, and fully communicated with his mother. There was now only to get to New York City and catch his flight to Athens from JFK. Thank heavens he was flying first class. The flight had seats that turned into beds, and he was able to sleep relatively well through the tedious part of the flight.

  They arrived on time, and Darren, now excited about the journey, took a taxi to Piraeus, the port for Athens. The driver spoke fairly good English, so together they were able to find the marina, dock, and slip where the sailboat was to be parked—but it was empty. No boat. There was no one in sight to ask about the missing boat, and the taxi driver was waiting to be paid.

  After pleading with the driver to wait, Darren finally found an individual at the marina office, who told him the boat had been delayed and gave him a number to call each day to see if it had arrived. Darren was royally pissed, but he was glad he hadn’t paid the driver yet. He went backed and asked the driver to take him to a decent Athens hotel. At least he could do a little sightseeing as he waited. He specified that he didn’t want a boring American-style hotel that looked like any other chain hotel worldwide, so he had the taxi driver take him to a good bed and breakfast in the Pláka.

  After settling into a quite nice room with a view of the Parthenon, he wandered out for a stroll. What a charming area, he decided. It was hilly with twisting streets, quaint buildings, and delicious looking restaurants. He decided this was the area for him and he intended to explore it fully. But not that night. Even though he’d slept on the plane, he was jetlagged and decided on an early dinner and then to bed.

  The next morning was a Saturday, and he was surprised to see so few tourists as he left the B&B to sightsee. Perhaps more would appear as the morning wore on. Darren headed toward, and began climbing up to, the Parthenon, where he wandered and wondered at the stunning structure. He spent the morning exploring and had a light lunch before going down below the Parthenon to explore the old market ruins and an interesting museum.

  Still adjusting to the time change, he went back to the B&B for a nap. Arising refreshed, he was surprised to find that it was already twilight, and that his walking and exploring had left him hungry. Now was the time to find an intriguing restaurant and enjoy a hearty Greek dinner. He looked for a taverna that might have music. He was particularly taken with the bouzouki and traditional Greek music.

  He found, an off the main road, cozy cellar taverna. They had a menu in Greek and English. It looked intriguing and he went inside. He was seated at a table and
ordered moussaka, Retsina wine, and a salad. As he waited, several musicians came out and seated themselves on a small stage and began to play.

  After being served his dinner, Darren began to relax, enjoying the live music and became entranced when two males got up and began to dance. One of the young men Darren found particularly attractive. He had the dark features and finely formed head of a classical Greek statue. He was graceful and totally absorbed in the dance, losing himself in the rhythm and music of the wailing bouzouki. Darren realized he was becoming aroused and for the first time wondered about the Athens gay scene. He’d totally neglected to do any reading on the subject and had no idea if there was, or where there might be, a gay area. Certainly there must be clubs in a sophisticated European capital of this size. He thought to do an Internet search when he got back to his computer.

  The musicians and dancers took a break and Darren felt it was time to pay the bill and wander on. He wasn’t sure what he was looking to do with the rest of the evening, so he just wandered, keeping an eye open for something of interest.

  As he strolled, he admired the small shops, although many sold only cheap tourist trinkets. He looked for more authentic areas to explore and found an area with charming alleys that led to small square houses with stairways winding up the sides of buildings to upper level floors. Flowerboxes were positioned under many windows, enlivening the whitewashed buildings with riots of color. There were old fountains, wrought iron gates, arbors of wisteria, bougainvillea, and sweet night jasmine.

  As he was leaving one particularly pleasant area, he found he was near a major thoroughfare at the edge of the Pláka. He didn’t necessarily want to wander modern Athens and turned back to explore more when he heard the strains of interesting sounding music—a live concert.

  ***

  Melissa brought Loretta her mail. “Here’s an envelope from Darren,” she said.

  “Oh, that must be the water agreement,” Loretta said, as she opened the envelope. “Ah yes, it is.” She read the attached note. She chuckled. “Darren says he needed eye transplants after going over the document.”

  “I look forward to meeting him. I like his sense of humor,” Melissa said, as she pulled folders from the filing cabinet. “I thought I’d vet some of the performers you’re considering for the fundraiser. I’ll make a short list and you and Darren can go over them when he gets back.”

  “That’s a good idea. You always seem to be one step ahead of me. I’ve been thinking that should be attended to.”

  After brushing her dark hair away from her face, Melissa turned the files on end and tapped them on the desk to straighten them. She had the ruddy complexion of one who spent a lot of time outdoors, as she was an avid cyclist. She spent most of her free time training and had hopes of trying out for the next women’s Olympic team. During the last year, she’d become stronger and faster. Her body was trim, and her face seemed to constantly sport a beaming smile, her eyes sparkling.

  Loretta looked up and beckoned Melissa to sit.

  “You’ve not been out of Princeton that long, have you?”

  “Two years.”

  “I’m sure I’ve told you about my prodigious grandson, Tyler.”

  “Yes, he left out some of the books he was reading from the bedroom bookshelves. Remarkable, I’d say.”

  “Darren and my ex-daughter-in-law are trying to find the perfect accelerated learning school for him. I was wondering if you had any thoughts of the appropriate place. Or, if that didn’t work out, are there any Princeton professors who might take on a gifted younger student?”

  Melissa thought about that. “Let me do some research on schools, and I’ll also enquire from some of my Princeton contacts and see what I can discover.”

  “Splendid.” Loretta looked at her desk calendar. “Oh, Melissa, I’m going to be giving a dinner party next week for a few notables. Would be delighted if you could join us.”

  “Which evening?”

  “Thursday. And you can bring a boyfriend if you’d like.”

  “May I bring my girlfriend instead?” she asked.

  Loretta looked up. “I didn’t know you were gay.”

  “Never came up.”

  “Oh my, how splendid. I don’t suppose you know of any wonderful, eligible gay men?”

  After laughing, Melissa asked. “I do, but why ever would you ask?”

  “My darling son is thirty-two and single. He assures me there are absolutely no available men in his quaint upstate area. Maybe you could ask around?”

  Again, Melissa laughed. “I don’t believe they have catalogues for one to just order up a gay spouse.”

  “Now there’s a business one could start,” Loretta said, pensively.

  “One could. But, unfortunately, it already exists, and it’s not quite legal. It’s called an escort service.”

  “Oh… yes… hadn’t thought about that.”

  “But I do look forward to dinner. Might we bring anything?”

  “Good gracious, no. My cook would be greatly offended.”

  ***

  The music was coming from a park just across the street from the Pláka, so Darren decided to go on over and check it out.

  The concert was already in progress, and he didn’t know whether he was coming in at the beginning or near the end. But he was intrigued. The music was sort of what one might call classical pop—pop music arranged for, and played by, a full orchestra. There were some original songs and pop songs that lent themselves to the power of a big orchestra.

  Darren walked over to the side of the audience, up near the front. The introductions were in Greek, so he didn’t understand the names of the songs or singers. But one thing did stand out prominently, and that was the lead singer. Darren was both startled and shaken by the beauty of the man, his breath literally stopping for a moment or two. He was riveted to the spot, and everything else around him shifted into the background. He was totally attracted to his man, but it was more, some sort of gentle quality about other man’s face and even his voice that bore inside Darren and made him shiver.

  He didn’t know how, but he knew he must meet this man. And fortunately, for his state of mind, the concert was ending. There had been a big number to end the set and all the musicians came on stage for their bows as the audience went wild.

  There were two encores and then the final bow from the lead singer who grinned and raised his arms in the air to acknowledge his triumph. Then the performers disappeared.

  As the audience began to disperse, Darren worked his way to behind the stage where the musicians and friends were gathering to offer congratulations and hugs. He got as close as he could to the group, but couldn’t get through to the man, himself, as he was surrounded by the press of fans.

  ***

  The concert had gone even better than he’d hoped. Ness was overwhelmed by the audience’s response. He was flying as he came off the stage and was besieged by Philippe and his fellow musicians, patting his back and offering heartfelt congratulations.

  Philippe was ecstatic. “That’s it, Ness. That’s exactly what we needed. Just you watch—social media is going to explode with raves. This will definitely put us in the best position possible for our contract negotiations.”

  “Yeah, yeah. It’s good. All’s good. Felt real good out there,” Ness said. But he could barely move. He was totally hemmed in by all these people, most of whom he didn’t know. Adoring fans, no doubt.

  “You okay?” Philippe asked. “I’ve got to rush. I’ve got a plane to catch. Let’s talk tomorrow.”

  “Okay.”

  Slowly, Ness began working his way away from the stage toward his dressing room. He was so high he felt he might burst, and he needed to take several deep breaths and close his eyes—alone.

  He was finally at the door of the trailer where his dressing room was located. He extricated himself from the crowd as he walked up the steps to the door. And just before he went inside he looked out and at the back edge of the crowd, he saw a
man. His heart nearly stopped. It was the most stunning man he’d ever seen—tall, blond, with a chiseled face and eyes that seemed to bore into him like a laser. But the man just stood there, gazing at him with the most beautiful expression. What was he to do? He couldn’t plunge back into the ferment of the crowd. And he needed to decompress, so he went inside and closed the door.

  ***

  Darren watched the singer disappear into his trailer. Should he wait? Would the man even speak to him? Could he speak to him? Did he speak English? And he realized he didn’t know the singer’s name. He turned to a young woman standing nearby.

  “Do you speak English?” Darren asked.

  “Yes, I do.”

  “Did you see the concert?” She nodded. “What’s the lead singer’s name? Do you know?”

  “Yes. His name is Ness.”

  “Last name?” Darren asked.

  “He just goes by Ness.”

  “Thank you.”

  The girl smiled. “He’s really hot. He’s going to be a big star someday.”

  Darren nodded and turned his attention back to the trailer. And as the crowd began to thin he worked his way closer to the dressing room until he was standing right outside the door. Should he knock? He didn’t know the protocol about such things. Best to just wait outside. How long could he be? Didn’t musicians go out drinking after a successful performance? He shifted on his feet as he stood waiting. He thought about finding a place to sit but was afraid he’d miss Ness if he slipped out.

  And then, without any warning, the door opened, and Ness was standing there. He started walking down the steps, but he stopped when he looked up and saw Darren. He just stared.

  “Hello,” Darren said, as he stepped forward and offered his hand. “Do you speak English?”

  Ness took the last step down and took Darren’s hand.