Nicy the Gree

Nicky The Greek, by Bigjoii

I had planned a trip to Europe with a friend for the summer between junior and senior year of college. I got out in early May, but his school didn't get out until July, as they were on a quarter (not a semester) system.

I took a part-time job waiting tables at a restaurant near Water Tower Place in Chicago while I waited for him to finish up for the year.

Peter, another friend who had graduated from college a year earlier, got me hired. A lot of the kids coming back to work for the summer didn't want to start until sometime in late June, so I would fill a gap for a few weeks and pick up some tip money while waiting to leave for Europe. Peter was the son of the owner. The family lived north of Chicago but kept a small apartment near the restaurant as a crash pad for family members who didn't feel like making the trek up to Lake Forest after a shift.

Since Peter had graduated from college, it had become his place. He invited me to stay with him for the 4 or 5 weeks that I would be working. It worked out well: he worked days and I worked nights and so each of us felt a bit like we were living alone, mostly. There wasn't much to the apartment—a living room with a small tv, and a small kitchen and small bedroom with one bed. It also had a small room that was probably intended as a den, but they had put a double bed in there years before and that's the room I used.

One sunny day I walked over to Water Tower Place and took the elevator up to the 6th Floor. I'd been in the bathrooms on the 6th floor when I was with friends and noticed they seemed a bit cruisy and always wanted to go back on my own. When I entered all four stalls were in use. I stood at the urinal and watched the bottom openings of the stalls to see if I could pick up any tell-tale cruise signs. As I was watching, a shock of straight brown hair fell down below the wall of the second stall, as its owner leaned down to look for something in the stall next to him. I don't know why, but the tussle of straight brown hair falling downward sent a jolt through my dick. As I watched, the head jerked up and then seconds later I heard the sound of pants being pulled up and the stall door opening.

I was at the sink by then, washing my hands, and this gorgeous young guy who looked to be in his late teens with straight brown hair down to his shoulders walked up beside me and washed his hands quickly. He smiled at me in the mirror and then turned around and walked out the door. I quickly followed.

I caught up with him at the escalator and said: "I have a place much more private if you're interested." He was startled when I whispered in his ear but very quickly regained his composure. Staring straight ahead, he simply nodded his head up and down twice. We took the escalators six flights down and then he followed me out to the street. Once outside, I headed north on Michigan Ave., stopping at the corner of Chestnut and Michigan.

"Hi," I said, extending my hand, "I'm Joe." "I'm Nicky," he replied. He seemed a little nervous. I explained that I had a place a handful of blocks away and that my roommate worked all day and wouldn't be home for a while. He smiled and told me that it sounded perfect to him—all trace of nervousness seemed to have disappeared.

As we walked, we checked each other out. Nicky was about my height (5'8" or so) and the same kind of build: skinny and in good shape but not from lifting weights or anything like that. His most prominent feature was his thick mop of brown hair that was parted on the side but fell down on his shoulders and back. You wanted to run your fingers through it from the moment you saw it. He was olive skinned and had dark brown, almost black, eyes. The skin on his face was clear and smooth and it was obvious that he already had to shave at least once a day.

I told him I noticed him when I saw him looking under the stall. "What was that about?" I asked. He laughed and said that a few minutes before that the place was pretty much dead, just him and the guy beside him in the bathroom. The guy beside him had motioned for Nicky to give him his cock under the stall just as the door opened and a guy came into the other stall and then another guy came in and took the last stall. Within seconds there were guys at the urinal. Nicky couldn't tell if the guy beside him had left so he was peeking below to see if he could see his shoes. He then decided that the place was too busy to have fun and left. "I had no idea," he laughed, "that there was a better possibility outside waiting."

We got to the apartment building and took the elevator up to the third floor and my apartment. I went in first to confirm that we were alone and then took him by the hand and led him back to the oversized closet that was my room. I closed the door and when I turned around Nicky was already down to his last buttons on his shirt. He threw his shirt on the floor and stood there, allowing me to admire him: his thick brown hair falling on his shoulders, slightly pouty lips and his flat stomach and chest.

I pulled my shirt up over my head and we both stood there, naked from the waste up, clad only in our blue jeans. I moved in closer and took his cheeks in my hand and pulled him forward. Our mouths opened and my tongue went into his mouth, exploring all the way back and forth and side to side. I did what I had been waiting to do: I ran my fingers through his dark hair while I kissed him.

His tongue did the same to me. He had sweet breath, as if he's just downed a bottle of Scope or something. I licked the inside of his mouth and then pulled back to lick his tongue and then kiss his cheeks. We went on like that for a couple of minutes, each using his tongue to explore the other's mouth, cheeks, neck and ears. My tongue found his right ear and darted in and lightly licked around the edges, stopping to nip gently with my teeth the bottom of his lobe.

Our hands weren't idle. As we kissed, my right hand moved from his hair down to his cheek and his neck and found his right nipple. I rolled it between my thumb and finger and Nicky squirmed at my touch. I traced my finger back along his right breast and moved up into his armpit, where I felt a thick bush of hair. From there my right hand joined my left hand on Nicky's back, tracing circles from his sacral dimples up to his neckline.

Nicky followed every movement of my hands with a mirror image movement of his.

Soon, my hands found their way to the front and his belt buckle. Without breaking our kiss, I opened the buckle, unbuttoned his button and slid the zipper down the front of his jeans. I stopped, waited and Nicky did the same to me. When he finished unzipping my pants, he pushed them down to my knees. His fingers then traced a line horizontally across my belly, just below my bellybutton. My muscles convulsed with pleasure as he did that a few more times. He then slipped his hand slowly inside my briefs and moved down and cupped my balls in his hand. I was rock hard and the top of my 6" cock was popping up over the top of my briefs. Still kissing me and now rolling my right nipple around with the fingers of his left hand, Nicky continued to roll my balls around inside my underwear. I stopped what I was doing to enjoy the feeling.

After a few seconds, Nicky brought his left hand down and with his right hand pushed my undies down to my knees. He lightly pushed me onto the bed and then bent over and pulled my jeans and white briefs all the way down past my ankles and onto the floor. He stood up and pulled his pants and briefs down, shucking them to the side as well.

I sat up on the bed and put my hands on his hips, holding him at arms-length. I wanted to savor this moment. My eyes went up to his face and he was smiling down at me, his hair falling in front of his eyes. His chest was solid. Not too muscular but very solid. His nipples were dark brown and stood hard and erect on top of his slightly rounded breasts. His stomach was hard with the slightest definition. He was lightly haired from his chest down to his belly button. But at his belly button a thick forest of a pleasure trail exploded and ran down between his hips toward his groin.

My eyes followed the pleasure trail down where it got lost in a dense and thick patch of pubic bush. This was the 80's and no one I knew had yet to shave his pubes. Jutting out from that thick and glorious bush was 7.5" long straight cut cock. Not fat but not skinny: just right. And hanging below that cock was a pair of balls that swayed back and forth as Nicky rocked from one foot to the other.

My hands were still on his hips. I turned him around so that now his ass was facing me. He had the cutest sacral dimples sitting just above his cheeks. His cheeks, like the rest of his body, were olive colored and small and round. They were covered lightly with brown hair. I spread his cheeks apart and admired his pink hole that was surrounded by dark hair. I grabbed his hips and pulled him back toward me. My left hand went up to his back and gently pushed him forward. He got the message immediately and bent forward, pushing his delicious hole more closely toward my face.

I rubbed his cheeks and reached under and lightly touched his balls. I drew in closer and blew on his hole lightly while holding his balls. His cocked jumped at the instant the air grazed his hole. I brought him closer and licked both sides of his cheeks. He smelt and looked and tasted very clean. I pushed my mouth forward and placed my tongue on his hole, licking it and its surroundings while continuing to play with his balls. I pulled his balls back as my tongue darted into his hole and he moaned. I was in heaven. My tongue slathered in spit explored the inside of his hole and my right hand had now grabbed hold of his magnificent cock. I was stroking his shaft in time with my tongue darting in and out of his hole. I continued to stroke and my tongue lunged deep inside of him, stabbing its way in the dark and delivering pleasure. I then grabbed his cock and brought it back between his legs and started licking its head and the underside with my tongue. I took him out of my mouth and went back to rimming him, all the while stroking his 7.5" hard cock in time with my thrusting tongue.

I felt him tense, then groan and then felt volleys of cum splashing out of his cock and hitting the bedroom floor. I kept up my licking as his entire groin and backside convulsed as he came.

Nicky fell back on me and was sitting on my lap. His cock started to deflate a bit and landed on the top of my cock, which was still rock hard. I reached around his waste and hugged him. My hand lightly playing with his stomach and reaching up and rubbing his nipples.

I then gently put him on his side, laying him down on the bed, and spooned up against him, with my hard cock buried between his legs, just under his ass. We lay like that for a few minutes but soon Nicky had regained his strength and decided, I guess, that it was his turn.

He rolled off the bed and with his hands motioned me to lie on my back, with my knees hanging over the edge of the bed. My cock was rock hard and falling up toward my belly. Nicky took my left foot in his hands and started to massage my foot. He then took my foot close to his mouth and gently sucked on my big toe and then randomly sucked on my other toes. The pleasure was excruciating. I wanted him to stop and I wanted him to never stop all in the same instant, over and over again. He finally did stop but then traced a tongue trail across my foot and then up my shin to my knee and then to the inside of my thigh. His right hand had come up and was now scrunching my balls around in their sack, pushing them tight against my groin and making me squirm. There was a pool of precum that had leaked out of my cock and had landed on my stomach. I reached down and dipped my finger into it and then sucked my finger dry. I love the taste of my pre-cum.

He continued to lick. He licked closer into my thigh and then up along the right line of the upside down Y that was my legs connecting to my package. He skirted my cock and balls and then started licking and kissing my pubic hair. His hand had traveled up from my balls and was now stroking my cock.

He finally pulled his face out of my pubes. He looked up at me and smiled. Still smiling, he licked the bottom of my shaft and then took my left ball into his mouth. His brown hair fell forward and danced along my cock and groin.

He lightly chewed on my left ball for a bit then he took the right ball into his mouth and chewed on that. His left hand found its way back to my ass and started probing my hole. He pulled his mouth off my balls and brought his left hand around and touched my cock head, which was still leaking pre-cum. He brought his fingers down and licked them, covering them with spit at the same time. He then went back to sucking on my balls and his left hand reached around and plunged deep into my asshole.

He found my nut and was massaging it and then his lips left my sack and started licking from the base of my cock up. His tongue was flat out against my cock and moving up its full length. When he got to the top, he put his mouth over my cock and took me deep. His lips were tight around my cock. Plunging his finger in and out of my hole, he started to move up and down with his mouth. His free hand was squeezing my balls with just the right amount of pressure. Up and down his lips went. In and out went his finger. Open and closed (tightly) went the hand that held my balls. I was arched up toward him and all his. His beautiful hair tickled every place it landed. He drove his finger hard against the prostate, pushing it toward my cock. I couldn't take anymore and exploded my cum into his mouth. His hands abandoned my balls and my ass and came up and held my cock, ramming it into his mouth and sucking as much cum from me as he could.

Spent, we both lay back on my bad. My nose and mouth were buried in his left armpit. Licking him softly and resting for round 2.