Chapter 4 – Chapter 4

Kenton was groaning and gasping, strapped to the examination table, his feet in stirrups, his legs spread, his wrists attached to restraints on the side of table. The doctor was standing between his spread and raised legs, crouched over him, his lean chest covered in a down of gray hair mere inches from Kenton's heaving chest. The doctor's eyes were locked on Kenton's for signs of distress, but Kenton could only give him the flare of pleasure, his mouth hanging slack, answering the doctor's questions in breathy staccato replies of how well he was accommodating the Santos-sized dildo the doctor was working inside him.

The dildo was extracted. "You knew what you could take," the doctor whispered. "You opened right up for it. Santos will be deeply pleased."

"As will I," Kenton admitted in a hoarse voice. "It's more than I've taken before. It's what I want."

"You did well. And the examination is nearly over. Just a bit of penetration to validate to Santos that I declare you clean."

"Oh, god, oh, god, the gold bead. It found my prostrate," Kenton cried out. "Oh, no, please don't stop."

"If you wish, I can work that and make you come," Mavrades whispered. "I don't wish to impose, though. I can do it quickly, clinically, without deep penetration."

"Oh, god, yes. Make me come. Shit, fuck, fuck, fuck. Yesss!" Kenton had already been keyed up. It took just a few strokes of the gold bead over his prostate to pull an ejaculation out of him. And when he had done so, to Mavrades' surprise, Kenton raised his face to the doctor's and took his lips into a deepening kiss. Breaking away from that, Kenton cried out, "Give it all to me, Doctor! Go deep! I want to take you too."

"Are you sure? It's not clinical."

"Fuck me! Fuck me hard and deep!"

With a grunt from him and a groan from Kenton, Mavrades dove deep, then pulled back, and then dove deep again.

"Release me!" Kenton cried out, and Mavrades immediately released him from the wrist restraints. Kenton clutched the doctor's shoulder blades, holding Mavrades' chest hard against his and set his pelvis in a counterpistoning to the doctor's strokes that had the doctor wildly fucking him to his ejaculation and a second one by Kenton.

Afterward, as they cooled down, Mavrades said, "will you be my guest for dinner? There's an excellent meze restaurant just down the street, with a good view of the harbor."

"And then will you bring me back here and fuck me again?"

"But of course, if that's what you want. But we can go to my flat. It's just above the office here."

"Is that what you want, though?"

"But of course. Santos won't mind. We share. In fact, I think we . . . you might . . . no, I won't say it."

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Back arched, taking his weight on his shoulder blades, feet flat on the mattress under his haunches to raise his pelvis just so, Kenton cried out at the depth Mavrades' cock was reaching, as the doctor knelt between the American's legs, hands grabbing Kenton's knees, and grunting at the effort to bury his cock so that curly blond and gray pubic hair wove together.

Kenton had never experienced such a snake-like cock, dragging that gold bead across his undulating channel muscles until Kenton's legs gave out and he went flat on the bed. Wrapping his legs around the small of the doctor's back, he held them loosely there, going with the rhythm of Mavrades' long slides out and in, raw skin sliding across shimmering channel walls, while Mavrades glued his forehead to Kenton's, closely gauging the effect of his all-wall's attention with his beaded cock, his eyes capturing Kenton's. Pulling back to where he dug at Kenton's prostate with the bead. Once twice, while Kenton writhed under him, mouth slack and blowing bubbles until Mavrades captured it in a deep kiss, until Kenton tore his mouth away and howled his ejaculation to the ceiling of Mavrades' bedroom.

It was only much later that night when Kenton was staggering up the hill to his villa that he started to wonder if the disease check was as much a protective requirement of Santos' as it was a means for the two old friends to share their men. Somehow, Kenton didn't care if it was the latter.

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Kenton slept the sleep of the dead that night. When he woke, he put his robe on and went down to the kitchen to start the coffee. There was no water from the faucet in the kitchen. And none in the bathroom either. Once more he was reminded of how dependent he'd always been on someone else.

He went out on the terrace to look down at the pool to see if Panos was there to report the lack of water too.

"Kalimera," came the chipper voice from across the fence between his villa and Santos'. "I would expect you to have coffee in your hand."

"So would I," Kenton asked.

"I happened to have a fresh pot here and an extra mug. Would you like a cup?"

"I'm dying for a cup of coffee. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for coffee at this moment," Kenton answered.

"Not anything?" Santos asked, a mischievous look on his face. "No matter, though. Did you enjoy Paul yesterday? Have you ever been fucked by a hung man with a bead in his cock before?"

"Yes and no. I have the documentation in my house on the tests."

"No need. Paul called me this morning. He enjoyed you immensely. You stayed with him for some time. He claims three ejaculations."

As you perhaps planned? Kenton thought, but he didn't say that. He moved on. "I came out to see if Panos was here. I have no water today."

"You do need a man to take care of you, don't you?"

"Yes, I surely do," Kenton said, with a sigh.

"If I come over and get your water fixed, will you let me be a man for you today."

"Yes," Kenton said, in surrender. They had reached that point. "If you come over here and fix my water you can do whatever you wish with me."

After Santos went under the kitchen sink and turned the water valve back on that he had come in earlier in the morning and turned off, he stood up, and swiveled to Kenton, who had been standing close behind him. His hands went to the sash around Kenton's waist, which, when dealt with, caused the robe to flare open. Santos' hands moved inside, and Kenton sighed and moan as Santos expertly worked his torso, cock, and balls with his hands, while their lips met and Santos backed Kenton into the dining room.

Kenton's butt met the edge of the dining room table and he just laid back on that; spread his legs, hooking his ankles on Santos' shoulders; and groaned as Santos spent considerable time getting his long cock inside Kenton's passage.

"Oh, God, oh shit. You're enormous, a snake," Kenton whined.

"It's what you want," Santos said, simply.

"Yes, it's what I want," Kenton admitted. "Oh, shit. Oh fuck. Drill me deep. Yes. Yes! YES!"

There was some time of no talking as both men worked to get the maximum pleasure from the huge cock barebacking Kenton on the dining room table. Kenton grunted with the progress of each inch, each time assuming—wrongly—that it was the last inch Santos had to give. As Santos sank deeper into him, he instinctively gaped his mouth wide, expected the bulb of the cock to pop out there at any second. They managed to come almost together—or, rather, Santos, in his expertise managed to bring them off almost simultaneously.

"Best lay I've had for as long as I can remember," Santos murmured after they'd come and he was laying his chest on top of Kenton's. "You do like them big. You opened right to me. There is room for . . . well . . ."

"Take me upstairs. Fuck me into tomorrow," Kenton murmured.

"Better yet, I'll take you over to my villa," Santos answered. "And perhaps later you can pack and move in with me over that. You need a man to take care of you obviously, and you bring out the youth in me in the fucking."

"Now? Come over to your villa with you now?" Kenton asked. "You will fuck me again now, won't you?"

"Yes, I will fuck you again now. We will take good care of you."

We?

Kenton didn't think about that until they had gotten to Santos' bedroom. Paul Mavrades, naked, was waiting for them on Santos' bed. He was sitting at the foot of the bed. He opened his arms to Kenton, and Kenton moved to him on the bed. The doctor was in full erection, and Kenton, without direction descended on his lap, facing him, and slowly descended on the doctor's cock. In just a few moments, Santos was behind him, his hands gripping and spreading Kenton's buttocks and rolling the buttocks up to him.

"Can you? Will you? Both of us? I know you can manage," Santos was whispering in Kenton's ear.

"Oh, God, yes," Kenton murmured, now understanding just how fully Santos and Paul liked to share their men.