Chapter 4 – Chapter 4

The layout of the house was straightforward. It had been restored on the inside with clean, modern lines, while the quaint village aged-stone style of it had been preserved on the outside. The entire mountain village was like this. Dinos said it was in the covenant of the place when the government had permitted foreigners to restore houses here for their use.

"I'm afraid it looks a bit like one of your pristine theme parks to a Cypriot. But you may view it anyway you like. You have to have money to live here. If it's young men you want, they will be attracted by knowing you live here."

If this was supposed to make Brian feel wanted by young men, it didn't. He wasn't really interested in being some young man's sugar daddy—not again. He'd done that and was done with that—if he could maintain his resolve. He had pulled on his trousers—but not his briefs—for the tour of the house. They both moved around shirtless and barefooted. Both of them knew that Dinos would fuck Brian again before he departed.

Where they had entered was essentially an open front porch notched out of the middle of the front of the two-room deep house. To the left upon entering the great room was a kitchen, separated from the great room by a counter. To the right was the master bedroom suite, with a full bath next to the entry porch and the master bedroom projecting out to the back of the house. The bathroom facilities were as modern as anything Brian had seen in the States. If anything, they were more stylish, in keeping with European tastes. The shower stall door, of course, was clear glass and the back wall of the stall also was glass, looking out onto a small rock-walled garden niche set in the side of the house.

"The bath is perfect for fucking, don't you think?" Dinos asked, giving Brian a sexy smile.

"Yes," Brian answered, more than half wanting Dinos to fuck him under cascading water from the shower head there and then—to press Brian's back against the rock wall at the foot of the shower and growl for Brian to climb his hips with his knees. They were both hard again, and Dinos was guiding Brian around with a grip on his buttocks.

But Dinos escorted Brian out of the master bedroom and back into the great room. To the left of the great room were two rooms, a bedroom and bath on the street side and an enclosed porch, with windows wrapping around two sides on the back side of the house. The deep balcony terrace, looking down the terraced mountainside and to the next mountain, ran the entire length of the back. The house had come fully furnished, just awaiting Brian's personal touches. Soon a walker and then a wheel chair, he thought bitterly, feeling a bit sorry for himself. How much longer, he wondered, could he stay as hard as he was for Dinos now—as hard as Dinos was staying for him?

"This will be perfect for my painting studio," Brian said, when he was shown the sun porch.

"Ah, yes, your painting," Dinos said. "Are you going to show me your paintings?"

"They should be in the container out front. When I've had them out, you certainly can see them."

"I'll help you unload the container then, shall I?"

"Surely that's not included in the service I've paid for," Brian said, with a little laugh.

"I am curious enough about your paintings that I'll be happy to do it. But, speaking of the service, I would like to show you the master bedroom again."

"You are very flexible. I do not think you should talk about being old again," Dinos whispered in Brian's ear as he fucked him from behind against the wall of the bedroom beside the doorway into the great room. Both Brian's feet and hands were pressed to the wall, his trousers on the floor under him, his buttocks projecting out from the wall, as Dinos stood behind him, one arm around his waist and the other running up his chest, his hand cupping Brian's chin, as he fucked up into Brian's channel.

Brian sensed movement at the door and looked around to see that the old man he'd previously seen in the vineyard was standing there, looking at them. He was several inches shorter than either Brian or Dinos, even if he weren't hunched over a bit, and was stocky. He was ugly as a gargoyle. He looked to be at least sixty. He stood there only for a couple of seconds and then withdrew.

"Who the fuck?" Brian exclaimed.

"That's Leonidas. You'll be calling him Leo."

"Why the fuck would I be calling him anything?" Brian said, breathless from the exertion of bearing back as Dinos thrust forward and up in the fuck.

"He works for you. He takes care of your vineyard. You won't have to do anything but drink the wine. He works the other vineyards on this hill too. And, in turn, he lives in your basement."

"My basement?"

"Yes, underneath us, opening to the hillside under the terrace. In old times it was where they sheltered their livestock. There's a flat down there now, and a wine cellar."

"I didn't see stairs."

"There are none inside the house. You have to go down and around."

"It didn't keep him out of the house."

"No, it didn't. He's here to help unload the container and set up whatever you brought with you. He'll have the run of the house. Incidentally, he has the thickest cock in the village, and he can keep it hard for hours."

"But he looks as old as the hills," Brian muttered.

"He has the thickest cock in the village and can keep it hard for hours," Dinos repeated. "Remember what I told you earlier. You need to give what I said about age and experience more thought."

There was no thinking then, just animal rutting as Dinos finished the fuck and let Brian slip to the floor in a puddle of satiation.

"Shall we do it in the shower now?" Dinos asked in a matter-of-fact voice. It was too soon for Dinos to be hard again, but, in the shower and whispering, "Experience is the master," in Brian's ear, he demonstrated how he could bring Brian to and past release again with his hand.

When the two finally emerged from the house, Leonidas was standing outside, beside the container, and helped unload it without a single word said on what he saw or a judgmental look or leer being directed by him at Brian.

"These paintings are magnificent," Dinos said as they were being moved to the sun porch. "Do you have a dealer set up here in Cyprus to handle them?"

"No, not yet," Brian answered, please that the Cypriot had praised his work.

"Our offices are down in Limassol. There are galleries there—good ones. We can help you get displayed there."

"As part of the travel agency services?" Brian asked. "Isn't that stretching the agency's services a bit far?"

"I like to see how far I can stretch . . . services," Dinos answered, giving Brian a meaningful look and causing Brian to blush despite his age and look to where Leonidas was to see if he heard and understood. He was close enough to have heard, but he gave no discernible reaction. "And my services continue as long as I am getting pleasure out of them," Dinos added. "My whole life isn't spent on the travel agency's clock. This is Cyprus. Personal pleasure has priority."