Chapter 2 – Chapter 2

Kenton came slamming out onto the terrace late the next morning wrapped in a robe and fuming. Santos already was out on his terrace, this time with a bottle of wine and two glasses sitting on the side table beside him. He was only wearing shorts and sandals.

"Kalimera," Santos said in a pleasant voice, not showing whether or not he saw the mood Kenton was in.

"Excuse me?" Kenton said, turning toward the neighboring terrace. He hadn't seen Santos sitting there when he'd come out. He ratcheted his ire down. He was taken aback by seeing the older man bare chested. He was deeply tanned and in quite good muscular shape. The salt and pepper hair on his pecs was profuse and tapered down his belly.

"Kalimera is good morning in Greek," Santos said. "It will be helpful for you in the village if you learn a few Greek phrases. They won't expect much. This is a tourist town, so almost everyone speaks English, but they will appreciate the gesture. I'll be happy to teach you some phrases—perhaps while we are making love, while I am inside you."

Ignoring the last part, Kenton said, "Kali . . ." but couldn't go any further.

"Kalimera," Santos patiently repeated.

"Kalimera," Kenton repeated.

"Very good. But you seem upset this morning. I would have thought you felt quite satisfied after yesterday afternoon."

"Pardon?"

"The walls. They aren't too thick in these villas. And you make considerable noise when having sex. Panos is good at bringing out passion in a man, isn't he? I can bring out passion in a man too—maybe better than Panos can."

"Ah," Kenton said. So that's why Panos had said they could go out on the sea to make love—that they could go where there was no one to hear them.

"So, was Panos good for you? You seemed nervous yesterday—like you needed a man inside you. I was quite willing to help you with that. I'm still willing. Perhaps you can come into my villa now, and—"

"Yes, Panos was very good," Kenton answered, too exasperated to try to deflect the bluntness and openness of Santos' conversation.

Keying on this, Santos continued, "Something seems wrong this morning with you, though. I heard you curse a few times in the night. I hope you don't have the traveler's curse."

"No, no sickness," Kenton said.

"Good, because it's no good fucking a man who has the shits."

Once again Kenton let this baldness pass. On some level he found it arousing, though. And now that he'd seen both Santos' cock and his bare chest, Kenton was finding this bold, crude bantering welcome. Somehow it was more honest than he was used to get during the mating dance in the States.

"It's the lights in my villa over here. They won't come on. I kept looking for some way to turn them on. I guess I'll have to try to track Panos down this morning. He said he was the maintenance man here in the mornings."

"And perhaps spend another 200 euros on him?" Santos said, with some amusement in his voice.

"Perhaps," Kenton said, beginning to fall in with Santos' conversation style.

"Do you like young cock? Is he not too vigorous for you?"

"I usually go with older men. He's different. A little hard to keep up with, yes. But I suppose I'm here for the adventure."

"Older men like me have more experience. I would bring you with me. We would peak at the same moment. I can peak a man again and again until his balls ache and he begs for release. Have you ever had your balls ache and enjoyed it? Ah, no, probably not. But I could do that for you. I would take good care of you. I could give you three climaxes in quick succession too, if you wish. Make your balls ache for want of it and then bam, bam, bam. Cum everywhere. We would need a mop."

Kenton felt himself warming to the innuendo. But it wasn't really innuendo. It was more explicit than that. The "I would take good care of you" was just what Georgiou had said, and in many ways he had, indeed, taken good care of Kenton. From the way Santos talked, though, Kenton thought that perhaps Santos would give him more attention in sex than Georgiou did and this was warming him up.

"I could show you the magic of the lights in your villa," Santos said. "There is a secret to it. I could teach the secret to you."

"You could? You will?"

"For a small price."

"And what's that?" Kenton said, now a bit amused and also a bit relieved. Perhaps there was something simple that needed to happen with the lights. Maybe he didn't have to be as upset as he'd gotten in the evening and the night. Having something like that not work was a reminder of how dependent he'd been on James—and then, in several ways, on Georgiou while they were traveling.

"Tell me, do you sleep naked?"

"Yes, why?"

"Are you naked under that robe?"

Kenton didn't answer right away, which was answer enough for Santos.

"Stand and open your robe and let me see your body and then I will show you the secret of the lights in your villa."

"Oh, hell, why not?" Kenton said. He turned toward Santos and opened his robe.

"As I thought, a beautiful body. I could make music on that body. And you are aroused."

Closing his robe again, Kenton said. "You are quite forward in your talk. That would probably arouse a statue. I don't think it means anything today, though."

"You don't think? Or you know it doesn't mean anything today?"

"It doesn't mean anything today."

"But perhaps some day?"

"Perhaps. But you were going to show me about the lights."

"I can tell you, unless you wish me to come over there inside your house, where I can show you how to fix the lights and you can invite me upstairs, and, speaking of lights, I could fuck your lights out."

"The lights. The secret of the lights. If you can tell me from here, that would be best." Kenton was smiling, though. He had already decided that he would try this man out someday—not today, though. His thoughts went to the size of the man's cock. More than twenty centimeters apparently. How much more? How many centimeters was James? What's eight and a half inches in centimeters?

Panos had worn him out, but it was more from the athletic positions, being bound, and the vigorous thrusts than for where he could reach, what he could stretch.

"Just inside the entrance to your villa, on the wall by the kitchen, there is a box. I don't think they shot home the breaker for you that connects the lights to the electricity. They turn that off when the villa isn't occupied."

Kenton went in and threw the switch, and, sure enough, the lights came on. He thought it only polite then to return to the terrace and thank Santos for the help.

"That's too bad," Santos responded.

"How so?"

"If you truly had a light problem, you could have come to my bed tonight. I don't have a light problem."

"Then that opportunity has been lost," Kenton said, with a laugh.

"Since I helped you, perhaps you can help me."

"With what?"

"This bottle of wine. I'm told that it's healthy for me to drink the wine, but not the whole bottle. That raises a conundrum. I need someone to help me drink this bottle of wine, and I just happen to have two glasses here."

"You just happen to have two glasses," Kenton repeated, still amused.

"Come over here and drink this wine with me. When we are done, I can put you on my lap and fuck you. Do you remember how big my dick is? I can tickle your tonsils with it inside you."

"I'll share the wine, but for today, I will sit over here on the other side of this fence and vine."

"For today? So, perhaps on another day, I can put you on my lap and fuck you? You have a beautiful body. It needs to be used."

"Perhaps on another day. Not today, though. Today, I have to go see the village."

"And let Panos take you out in his boat and fuck you on the sea?"

"Perhaps."

"For 100 euros? He offers a discount for those he likes."

"Money is to serve one's needs."

"I will pay you 300 euros to let me bed you." By now, Santos had filled a glass with wine and delivered it across the fence. Both men were at the rail and looking down into the Mykonos harbor.

"If I thought you were serious . . ."

"Of course I am serious."

"You don't look like a man who can waste money like that."

Santos laughed. "Looks can be deceiving. I am a rich man. See that yacht down there in the marina? The largest one? Over toward this end. That is mine. These vacation villas—they are mine too. The villa you are renting is mine."

Kenton didn't really believe him. Santos was just playing him, he thought.

"Besides, I have seen your body now. I pay that much for the prostitutes down in the town and they don't have the beautiful body you have or even the one I have. Look at me, Ken."

Kenton turned his head again and gasped. Santos had stood and dropped his shorts. He was as naked as Kenton was under his robe. And this time his cock was in full, magnificent erection.

"Have you ever been fucked raw, Ken? I am checked regularly. I like to bareback fuck. I can bring you pleasures skin on skin that Panos never could. Don't ever let Panos fuck you raw. He goes with whoever pays 200 euros. I am pickier than that—and checked each time I fuck a new man. I will pay you 400 euros to bareback fuck you. Just show me a doctor's certificate."

"Which couldn't happen today," Kenton answered with a shaky voice. He knew now that, yes, Santos would fuck him—someday—unless the man was just toying with him.

"No, not today. Today, we enjoy this bottle of wine. Then you say you wish to go down into the town. I will give you the address of my doctor. I will call ahead and make the arrangements for the check. No need to pay. You just need to let him taste you bareback too. We share, and when I send him a man for check that's how I can be sure the man checks good—Doctor Mavrades must fuck him raw too. Mavrades willing to do that, I know test is valid. OK? You go to the doctor while you are in town?"

"Perhaps," Kenton answered. He was so keyed up now, though, that he regretted that there would be a wait. He decided just not to take Santos seriously about giving the doctor privileges in exchange for a bill.

Santos saluted him with the last dregs of the wine in his glass. "You have me excited now. I must give myself relief."

Kenton could see over the separating fence that Santos had his cock in hand and was stroking himself. If anything the cock was longer than it had seemed before.

"You wish to watch? Or this time I could use a rubber and service you. How about it? You come over the fence and onto my lap? From the noises you made with Panos, I know you are a passionate man who enjoys it."

"Let's leave it as a 'perhaps later' for now," Kenton said in a shaky voice, as he struggled up from his chair and started backing into the house.

"Tell me before you retreat, Kenton. You are going to let me fuck you someday, aren't you?"

"Yes, Santos, I'm going to let you fuck me someday." He turned, entered his villa, and raced up the circular stairs to his bedroom, lay on his back, and jacked himself off.

He had no idea why "yes, someday" couldn't have been a "yes now."