Greece
Greece, a.k.a. the "mother land"of gay.
One of the benefits of being in my profession and being the "special friend" of Mark is that I am able to travel the world on other people's dime. The additional benefit is that since I have little to no living expense which means I have maximized my income and investment portfolio. I, by most people's metric, am wealthy but Mark by Jeff Bezzos' metric is filthy rich. His wealth is a combination of old family money, shrewd investments and a lifetime of hard work in service to the law. I have said it before and I'll say it again, recognition is nice for the ego but cash is good for everything else. If I have learned anything in my years with Mark THAT is probably the main thing.
Over the years Mark and I have traveled to Greece about once a year. The beaches are amazing and the availability of willing men is truly stellar. Greek men know how to fuck and be fucked, it's almost like its in their genes. Our favorite beach is on Skaithos (Lalaria beach) with wonderful views and miles of sand to walk naked and be bronzed by the sun as we were intended to be. Many times we would walk to the rocky outcroppings at the far northern part of the beach and find a nice niche to settle and just... be. The beauty of the place and the attractiveness of the man I was with and the roaming eye candy everywhere made perfect theater for our public displays of "affection".
We both enjoy being watched as we make love, the more the better and the more public, the better. Sometimes we would walk into the surf and kiss and one thing would lead to another and we would be standing in the surf having sex, a little offshore drilling? In my mind's eye I imagined dozens of people with binoculars watching every lick, every thrust, every orgasm. Afterward we would either simply fall into the waves or swim out further so we could body surf and ride the waves back to the beach.
On several occasions we engaged in free roaming Greek orgies of man to man pleasure that would rival the drawings on thousands of Grecian urns of antiquity. On a Sunday in Early November we were on the island and found about 100 very attractive men of varying sizes, shapes and colors "cavorting",some simply dancing on the beach others openly engaged in sex. Others in clusters here and there on the sand and in the water exploring asses, mouths and others kneeling with open mouths greedily drinking from all of those beautiful uncut cocks.
The following year there were fewer and the year after that even fewer "revelers" naked on the beach. The local authorities had a program to reduce the "gay" activities on the island and specifically the beach. Eventually limiting all nudity to the rough rocky outcroppings to the far north end of the shoreline. It's hard to fuck while laying on jagged rocks, the proverbial rock and the hard on conundrum. This was the impetus behind Mark deciding to buy his own Greek island.
When he proposed the idea I thought it sheer madness or some other mid-life crisis thing. But to Mark he wanted a place he and his guests could be "completely free" hence his own island.
I'm a licensed attorney in Greece and I was my pleasure in agreeing to be his representative in the whole process. My "fee" was the usual, sex anytime I wanted it and complete submission to my sexual appetites. We cemented the deal with a wonderful evening by the pool making love under the stars. His complete surrender as I entered him with the fullness of my cock in one frenzied thrust. Eliciting a low impassioned groan followed by the inevitable "Slap, Slap, Slap" of my thighs on his perfect round ass. The slaping was repeated over and over again as was my pleasure of plunging deeply into my lover's very willing ass. A willing perfect ass.
The Island "we" chose is a 32 acre island 4 Km off the mainland and accessible only by small boat and a beach or by helicopter. I started the necessary paperwork in January and after 7 months it was necessary for me to actually be on the ground in Athens for the final certifications and paperwork. So to Greece I went, Mark did not accompany me as he was still in court and would be for the next 3 months - minimum.
Arriving in Athens was uneventful as it could possibly be with the possible exception of my drive to the hotel in Vouliagmeni, The Four Seasons Astir Palace. If you want to look up the hotel and be amazed`, be my guest. Rooms are sumptuously appointed and the amenities are beyond gorgeous. My driver, a native Athenian, Pavlos Cleisthenes, 6'3", 190, dark complexion, deep eyes, long arms and legs with just the right amount of muscles, clean shaven and a marvelous crop of luxurious black hair. He had a smile that made your cock twitch just from the mere sight of that glowing face.
Standing in the baggage claim area holding the iPad with my name on it, it was like a message from the gods, "We are sending you hot ass for your pleasure". Eímai parkár, eísai edó na me pas sti Vouliagméni? "Ah! You speak Greek, how nice. I'm Pavlos your driver. You speak Greek well".
"Efcharistó, xéro arketá gia na me xekouráso".
At that Pavlos burst out laughing and asked how many bags. We stood together waiting for the bags to clear the customs inspections and make the drop onto the luggage conveyer before us. "So, where did you learn your Greek"?
"I learned my Greek the hard way many years ago during a well spent youth bending my lover over a couch at Duke University and being his very 'insistent' suitor."
"Ah, so you are omofylófilos?"
"Yes I'm gay, happy about it too, what about you are you omofylófilos epísis?"
"But of course the service I drive for employs only 'Men of distinction' I was told you required a special driver." Looking Pavlos over and walking around him like I was buying a used car or something, polý oraío, polý oraío prágmati."
"Please you can speak english, I have no problems with the english"
"If that's the truth you are the only one in the whole world, Just kidding.
After 20 or so minutes of waiting the bags came down the conveyer. I point out which bags and Pavlos grabs them from the line as it approaches. As he reaches and grabs his suit does nothing to hide the long sinewy muscles and the trim body under his clothes. His body moves with such grace and confidence, His ass is perfectly formed and round. His pants ride up just enough to display his firm globes and his jacket does nothing to hide the fine strong back beautifully muscled. Yes, this is a hot man. I imagine him naked and standing at the foot of my bed holding and stroking his cock for my viewing pleasure. I imagine his cock growing to massive proportions as he slides his foreskin back and forth to reveal his plumb shaped cock head.
"Are you ready? Eísai étoimos?
"Oh, I'm sorry I must have zoned out for a few moments, Yes those are all of them. Let's go."
We head to the car park area and Pavlos opens the black Mercedes S680 and deposits my luggage in the boot. He opens the door for me and I move to sit in the back seat as he stands by the door to ensure I'm properly seated. As I sit my head is even with his crotch, I can not help but notice the outline of a nice thick cock. It appears to be as thick as my arm with a massive head, Just what I had been hoping for. I look up as Pavlos looks down smiling, "Nice - Huh?"
I reach out and pat his cock through the suit pants and say, "Very much so, I'm looking forward to the unveiling that - later."
The drive to the Hotel was not too bad, I was able to look through my e-mail and answer some text messages and make a few calls. Pavlos quietly drove and when I would stop speaking or appeared to have finished what I was working on he would chime in, "What type of work do you do?"
"I'm a lawyer working for a personal friend and some separate work for the developer of the Ellinikon commercial area."
