Chapter 3 – Chapter 3

There was no more intent going for Kenton that afternoon when he descended the hill and walked into the harborside town of Mykonos—having the same name as the island—than to acclimate himself to what was there. He had the address of Dr. Mavrades tucked away in his wallet, but that whole scenario that Santos had spun for him—intending to bareback him and gaining assurance that the doctor had thoroughly check him for disease first by barebacking him himself after a clean bill of health—seemed quite outlandish. Santos was a funny little man, plying Kenton with sexual innuendo to the point of arousing interest in Kenton and then making demands on him that included being fucked by another man first.

It just wasn't going to happen—at least in that way. He would let Santos fuck him—but with a condom—and he hoped to hell that he wasn't disappointed that Santos' cock couldn't fuck him as well as the man's tongue could. Could a man ejaculate just from lying on his back and listening to a man like Santos make love to him with his voice, Kenton wondered. It would be a good experiment.

Kenton wasn't even thinking of the dangerous young man, Panos, when he walked down to the harbor and sat on a bench overlooking the marina, either. He had a sense that Panos was too wild and vigorous for him for an extended, deepening relationship. Conversely, he was a complete departure from what Kenton was accustomed to in a coupling. But Kenton couldn't stop thinking about sex with him.

He was embarrassed by what Santos had said about the noise he had made while Panos was fucking him. He couldn't doubt it—Panos had been rough and had provided no mercy when Kenton had begged for it—and the helplessness of being bound had pulled something out of Kenton that no other lover—certainly not James—had done. Being noisy in sex was something new for him—as was being fucked by a younger man.

The thought of what Panos had said about sailing him out to the sea and fucking him where there would be no inhibitions for Kenton to scream his head off if Panos pulled that reaction out of him caused Kenton to scan the marina for the possibility that Panos' boat was there.

It was there and so was Panos, still only in a Speedo and looking oh so sexy. The younger man was scrubbing down his boat. Involuntarily, Kenton rose from his bench and walked out on the dock and to Panos' boat.

"No business yet today?" he asked as he reached the boat.

Panos looked around at him and grinned. "Not until just now. You want a private sail? 50 euros for the boat and 100 euros for me."

Kenton understood exactly what services Panos was quoting prices for. He felt his hand go to his wallet. He certainly had more than enough money, but he had no intention of availing himself of the services.

Panos came over to the side of the boat and reached a hand out. He still was grinning. "Let me help you aboard," he said.

Kenton hesitated.

The smile faded a bit and Panos' voice took on an edge of steel. "Come on board. I will take good care of you."

Kenton meekly took Panos' hand and stepped over the gunwale.

"Check out below and I will prepare to cast off," Panos said, as he gestured to the cabin door leading down into the boat and moved toward the bow. "Strip down and have your legs open for me when I'm at sea and come down into the cabin."

Kenton took in his breath when he had descended into the cabin. He found there a black leather sling that Panos no doubt would tell others was a hammock, but that Kenton, seeing the restraints attached to the four chains, knew would have another purpose. There was no explaining away the riding crop and extra-thick dildo that were laying on a nearby tabletop.

He shuddered. He just couldn't do it. This wasn't anything he was looking for. He was out of the cabin, back over the side of the gunwale, and half way back toward land on the dock before Panos had time to notice that he'd bailed out.

He walked the streets of Mykonos, fighting with himself and why he turned away from the adventure, being both drawn to and frightened by Panos. Why couldn't he decide what he wanted? There was no real secret there, though, he knew. He hadn't made a decision of his own—or done anything to take care of himself—for years. Could he just change as quickly as he would need to do for Panos? He sensed that Panos would drain him dry financially, just using him—and roughly so, without real respect or affection for him. How and when would a relationship like that end?

Panos' version of taking care of him seemed so much like Georgiou's was. Just using the aging American as long as he had money for it. When Santos said he would take care of him, Kenton got an entirely different impression. Santos had made no material demands. Indeed he claimed to be richer than Midas, which Kenton doubted, but in making such a claim he was signaling that he wanted nothing from Kenton except sex. And the only demand he'd made was shared proof that the two of them were clean, because Santos wanted to have the ultimate pleasure of raw sex with him. This Dr. Mavrades was supposed to show Santos' documentation to Kenton at the same time as he established that Kenton was disease free.

Santos would be an adventure too, but an entirely different kind of one than Panos would be.

Kenton found that he had been blindly walking the streets and when he stopped and looked up, he saw the sign for Dr. Mavrades' office just up the narrow street. He took that as a direction, as the sign of what he should do.

A female nurse was at the reception desk of the second-floor office, where three men were sitting in the waiting room, and as soon as Kenton announced his name to the receptionist, the nurse intervened.

"Yes, Mr. Kingston, we were told to expect you. Please come directly back with me. I will take the necessary samples and you may come back at 7:00 p.m. to consult with the doctor on the results—if that is convenient with you."

It was real. Kenton had expected it all to be a joke. He wasn't at all sure he would make that appointment, but he was here now so he at least would start the process.

He spent the early evening sitting at the harborside Babylon bar in the Paraportiani Waterfront area, a gay district that had figured high in the suggestion that he spend time on Mykonos, watching the sunset starting over the water, and half flirting with and half deflecting the attentions of fit and beautiful young Greek men interested in hooking up with a rich American, which Kenton registered as with anyone who saw him. At several points he had intended just one more glass of wine and then the climb back up to his villa, but when he finally found himself getting up from the café table, it was close on 7:00 p.m., and his feet took him back to Mavrades' office. The flirting of the young men at the gay bar had put him in the mood to carry through with the last part of the examination.

The office was dimly lit and the receptionist was closing up as he arrived.

"I'm sorry. You're closing?" Kenton asked. "Did I have the time wrong? I thought I was told 7:00."

"No, it's your appointed time, Mr. Kingston. The doctor is coming for you directly. You two will be alone in the office." She gave Kenton a meaningful look, and he blushed, realizing that she knew why this appointment was set for the time the office closed.

And as she departed, Paul Mavrades was walking down the hall toward Kenton. He was wearing a weary, distracted look until he caught sight of Kenton and then he gave the American a smile. Kenton couldn't help smiling back, the thought running through his mind that this might not be so bad. Mavrades was a tall, unusually handsome man with gray hair, mustache, and short beard. His eyes were a piercing blue, and Kenton got the impression that they lit up in unexpected pleasure when they were cast on Kenton for the first time. A little chill when down Kenton's spine.

"Mr. Kingston? Welcome. Just come back to my surgery, and we will take care of this matter as quickly and professionally as possible. It is an unusual requirement, but Santos Cleridhis is an unusual man—and he is used to getting what he wants."

For the first time Kenton contemplated that perhaps Santos was as well-heeled as he had claimed to be.

Ushering Kenton into a spacious office with a desk and a couple of club chairs off to the side and an examining table prominently located in the center of the room, Mavrades bade Kenton sit in one of the club chairs and then went over to the desk.

"The circumstance is unusual. Perhaps a bit of wine and conversation before we begin. Wine?"

"Yes, please." It came out like Kenton had cotton in his mouth, so he cleared his throat and repeated the "Yes, please."

After delivering the wine, Mavrades took three sheets of paper from the desk, returned to the chairs, sat down, and handed the papers to Kenton. Kenton had to set his wine down on a side table and hold the papers in two hands because he was trembling. Mavrades was wearing a long, white surgical coat, which gave the impression that that was all he was wearing. When he sat down, the gown tented out at the groin—alarmingly so. His eyes took on a dreamy look as he looked at Kenton.

"You know you are a bit of a surprise," he said.

"How so?" Kenton asked. Once more having to clear his throat to get the answer out.

"You are a very handsome man. And you seem highly refined in character. Santos doesn't usually pick his partners so carefully. That's probably why he has them checked like this. You don't seem the kind of man to get involved with this."

"I'm surprised as well. I guess I'm footloose and searching. I recently lost a long-time lover to death."

"Ah. An older man?"

"Yes. Considerably older. But the death was an unexpected one. He was in very good condition until the heart attack. He hadn't been diagnosed with heart disease."

"And you were satisfied with him. An older man."

"Yes. I prefer older men." Kenton blushed at that, realizing that the doctor was a good ten years older than he was.

"Because they aren't so demanding?"

Kenton blushed again. "That wasn't an issue. I need frequent attention and James was able to give that—and, being older, he was experienced."

"Ah. And this perhaps is why you have agreed to lay under Santos—you are frustrated by the lack of attention—and you appreciate a man who is experienced? I ask, because Santos is quite direct and can be crude. We are the best of friends, understand, but I believe you must be quite frustrated for servicing to fall under his sway. As I said, I haven't had a man as handsome and refined sent to me for this."

"Yes I suppose that must be so," Kenton said, looking away, unable to maintain eye contact with a piercing gaze that seemed to reach the quick of him. "Tell, me, Doctor," Kenton said, suddenly turning, the question having just popped into his head. "Santos is quite a talker about his prowess. Do you have any idea—?"

"Yes, I am quite sure that Santos can deliver on everything he promises in sexual services," the doctor said, giving Kenton a level stare.

"Uh, thank you," Kenton answered, a chill going down his spine.

"Ah, yes, well. The good news is that you are disease free and so are Santos and I. You have the certificates there in your hand."

"The good news? There is bad news?"

"Possibly. With Santos there is another element that I check out with the men he wishes to cover. Not all men are capable of handling him. Tell me, has he exposed himself to you?"

"Yes," Kenton answered, blushing again.

"In erection?"

"At least partially so."

"Do you have any discernment of the dimensions of his equipment? Can you manage twenty-four centimeters? Santos does not mine at a shallow depth. More than one man has had to come back here for treatment after being penetrated by Santos."

"I believe so," Kenton said, and then, warmed by the wine and aroused now by the doctor, he boldly continued, "My lover was unusually hung. I had come to expect to be filled and stretched. If you must know, I think this is what has drawn me to Santos. It was just playful banter from him until he exposed himself to me. I have grown to expect the size. To need it—to be challenged by more of it."

It hit Kenton at that moment that this was the base reason Panos failed to fully satisfy—it wasn't that he was young, perfunctory, and kinky. He wasn't big enough to challenge Kenton's channel.

Kenton's eyes were drawn to the doctor's groin. The tenting there now was much more pronounced.

"Well, I will check for that," the doctor said. "It is one thing to say what you want and yet another to be able to accommodate someone like Santos without debilitating pain. We will proceed with the necessary examination. I will be clinical and as quick about it as possible. It will involve you taking a rubber member of Santos' dimensions, with most of the examination time being taken by you adjusting to the size of it. Then I must, by Santos' direction, penetrate you myself—without protection. That need not be long, to meet the requirements, or deep. I am not unusually thick, and though I could tax you with the depth I can reach, I can control myself. So, if you'll stand and take off your clothes and go up on that examination table, we will take care of this as quickly as possible. For clinical purposes you will be restrained. I hope that isn't a problem."

"No, I guess not," Kenton said as he stood and started to strip down. He felt a bit woozy as he stood. Obviously he'd drunk too much wine over the afternoon and evening. It was evident now that he'd been working up the courage to carry through with the doctor's examination. Even though his head was hazy at the moment, he was quite clear of the understanding that he was willing to go through this because he craved having his channel filled and stretched again by a cock such as Santos'.

And what about the doctor's cock?

"Will you have any trouble managing what you have to do?" he suddenly asked the doctor, as he briefs were being pushed down his legs.

"Do you think I'll have trouble," Mavrades asked in a hoarse voice as he unbuttoned his medical coat and Kenton gasped at the sight of the miles long—but not thick—cock in full erection and with a gold bead pierced into its head.

"If you are contemplating twenty-four centimeters, you should not be troubled by twenty-one."

Kenton swallowed hard. He didn't have an answer for that. But twenty-one would be more than Georgiou so proudly flaunted.

"The good news there is that, with Santos, as with me, it is mostly in length. If you can handle Santos' length, you should be able to handle two men of his length and his girth at once. Tell, me, Mr. Kingston, have you ever had two men inside you at once."

"Rarely," Kenton answered, not wanting to pursue that further.

"Ah, so. How old are you?" Mavrades asked, seeing Kenton naked. "Your body is magnificent."

"I'm thirty-six."

"You have the body of a much younger man. It's almost a crime for a face that handsome to crown a body that beautiful. I have never before envied my old friend Santos as I do now. Do you do sports?"

"Tennis, some squash, running, and I do lift weights. James wanted me to keep in shape."

"I can only repeat deepest envy of Santos, and I can only ask again if you are willing to risk your body with Santos. I can assure you that if he told you he can—and will—ravage you, he can and will. Be sure to keep my card and to call if you need medical attention afterward. I will be very discreet and will come to you."