Nicholas wrote to me from the Silverdaddies website when he noted that I would be visiting Athens soon. There wasn’t much information in his profile but I learned that he was tall and thin, one of the common Greek male types. I appreciated a tall man and looking at pictures of Greek men on the site, it appeared that they were all nicely endowed. No pictures of his anatomy were provided but I didn’t feel that naked pictures were necessary. I would at least learn more about the culture from a local man. He provided his email address and suggested we meet for coffee which I would also learn was an enormous Greek habit, even more so than the Italians.
I sent a reply to his query and we wrote back and forth exchanging pictures. I was able to determine that he was a good looking man with excellent English skills and intelligence. I was staying alone in a newly renovated Airbnb apartment so I could host and suggested that we meet in a nearby square where there were lots of coffee shops and cafes. Nicholas informed me that he would be coming from outside the city in his car. I had done all of my travel by mass transit, so having a local with a car would be a great asset.
We had agreed upon the time to be 1 PM on Saturday afternoon. I arrived at the location early and soon thereafter he walked up with a pleasant smile to greet me in English which was fortunate since my Greek was very limited. His broad open smile brought out attractive facial features. Nicholas suggested that we take a ride in the car to a place along the water and he could show me parts of his city. I much preferred that idea to sitting and having a coffee. I followed him to the car and we began our journey while talking along the way. I learned that he was from a wealthy suburb and worked as an attorney for a bank which were both signs of stability. I asked him questions about his culture and the politics and modern history since my knowledge was more about the ancient period. As we drove, he pointed out buildings and their importance and also decried the graffiti that was rampant. He asked if I understood why people were led to do that and I suggested that it was about the expression of being powerless. I didn’t feel at all helpless in the vehicle with this new man in an unknown city. I felt at ease with his local knowledge, intelligence and kind energy. Nicholas seemed to be a fortunate find.
I asked if he could find a place along the water where we could sit and he could stop driving. Nicholas understood my request and soon we were on a wooden bench looking out at the Aegean waters. It was well after the season so only a few people were in the area and just one brave man was in the cool water. He had a dad bod and the swimming trunks that matched his body type. I began to ask more personal questions which was my usual way and I learned that he was divorced with a ten year old son. The break up had taken place within a year of the son’s birth as the parents handled the event differently. “You are married to your job,” declared the wife and I would learn that she was correct. I felt bad for the boy who would know his parents as divorced his whole life, but it was good that Nicholas lived near the son and saw him regularly. He was open enough to tell me that his sexual time with men was a new development and that he now found men to be of more interest than women. I asked when he had last been with a woman and he declared that it was just six months ago. She was starting to get serious and so he ended their relationship. He didn’t want any emotional entanglement with a woman. It seemed to me that that attitude was a carry over from his marriage experience.
Nicholas spoke of having had a relationship with a man from another country whose business brought him to Greece regularly. They knew each other for five years and were monogamous during that time. I was not surprised to hear this since an attorney for a bank probably enjoyed a simple, stable life. I didn’t pry into that relationship at this point respecting his depth of feeling, but I did ask if he had cried when the man died. He thought for a moment and affirmed, while adding that he still wept sometimes when a location or a song would remind him of his beloved friend. Here was a sensitive soul of value.
It was getting to be late afternoon on the Saturday when my very commercial neighborhood would have reduced parking opportunities so I suggested that we return to my area and I would show him my nice apartment. He appreciated that concern and agreed that we should return to where we had started. We had a short difficulty parking on the urban streets but managed to find a spot six blocks away. I told him that I had asked the parking goddess for assistance when I saw that it was going to be challenging to find a spot. I sensed that he wasn’t sure if I were serious or joking, but he didn’t ask. My Airbnb was in a top floor apartment where no others were on that level. The mirrored elevator was small and when we were both in the cramped quarters, he pressed his body against mine and the physical connection began.
We arrived at the end of the elevator ride and climbed the last steep steps to my apartment which had a beautiful frosted glass door for entry. I used my key and unlocked the door welcoming my new friend into the intimate space. The door didn’t have a handle and required using the key to secure it, so now we were locked inside. I didn’t want him to be anxious so I left the keys right by the door on a shelf. The small space had other frosted glass doors and I showed him the small kitchen along with the large roof terrace which provided views to the sea on one side and the Acropolis on the other. The sun was shining but would soon be setting so I invited him to see the bedroom which had an attached bathroom.
Nicholas readily came back inside and noted that there were large mirrors on the closet next to the bed. He walked up to me with manly steps and gently pressed his lips against mine. The warmth of the connection was easily felt and I sensed a growing in his loins as was happening in mine. The mirror happily reflected our masculine joining. The kissing continued with tongues gently exploring lips while my hands fondled the back of his neck feeling his short neck muscles relax from the touch. I sensed him tense and relax at the same time and my right hand reached down to feel the swelling organ in his pants. There was some significant firmness and quantity and his breathing made a short gasp at the touch. How long had it been since someone had touched him there?
My hands reached up and began to undo the top buttons of his shirt. I only undid a couple before I slipped a warm hand inside to feel his hairy flesh. He moaned softly as my hand reached his nipple and I learned that he had nipples more sensitive than many women. I undid a couple more buttons so that both hands could find nipples and he arched his back in acceptance of the sensual touch. His eyes were closed but his warm wet lips were ready for mine and we kissed more deeply this time, sensing the passion of the other.
Now all of the buttons were undone, exposing his manly hairy chest. He was slender and tall as the Greeks of old were. He undid the buttons of my shirt and treated my smooth nipples to some gentle stimulation. I moaned in pleasure and encouraged him to kiss them which he did. I knew that Nicholas had been married and I knew that married men usually knew how to be sensual with a nipple and enjoyed having a man’s nipple in their mouths.
I reached down and unbuckled his belt. I had no difficulty undoing the closure and sensually opened up the pants. I placed one hand on his crotch and felt the fully swollen member seeking freedom. Nicholas responded with an opened mouth groan and I knew that he wanted more. I slipped my other hand inside the underwear and gently cupped his balls. My warm hands were welcome and I gave a gentle squeeze. His cock sprang out of the dark underpants and was now pointing fully at me. I used both warm hands to feel his male energy, to pleasure him. Like most Greeks, he was uncut and I felt a bit of precum on the head of his cock poking out through the soft foreskin. I used that precum like a lube and spread it around the tip of his dick. Nicholas made more precum and I was able to gently push the foreskin down to fully expose the sensitive tip.
I wanted to taste him, so I bent down and licked the precum on the head of his cock. Again, he provided a responsive moan and gasp as I took the full head of his shaft into my warm wet mouth. I pushed further until his dick was massaging the back of my throat and he could feel all of my warmth enveloping him and taking him on a deep journey.
Softly whispering into his ear, I said “Come to my bed.” Nicholas was eager to hear those words and quickly managed to take off all of his clothes. I too removed all clothing and lay naked on the bed for him to come to me. He placed his lean, hairy body on top of me and then kissed me hard on the lips while his other hard part pressed into my loins stimulating my body and mind. My own cock was fully swollen and hard against his slender hot body. He went back to kissing my nipples now that he had discovered that mine were almost as sensitive as his. When he had his fill of my two nipples, Nicholas kissed my chest as he lowered himself to my belly button where his tongue explored deep into the cavity.
His large hand reached under me and squeezed my smooth buttocks with a firm grip. Nicholas’ mouth moved down to the tip of my cock and he warmed the head with his hot breath and my mind was filled with stimulation. His middle finger began to search for my entry point and I felt my body opening to him, wishing to feel parts of him inside. I wanted to be intimately one and I relaxed so that he could partially penetrate me with his long finger. Nicholas kept his warm mouth on the head of my cock while his finger pressed against my prostate and I gave back moans of encouragement for him to take me.
My hands reached down for his hard cock and I stroked him while his finger was now deep inside me. I used fingers from both hands to gently squeeze his manly nipples but I knew that he wanted my mouth on those sensitive parts as much as he wanted it on his cock. I pulled him forward and gently kissed and licked those hard nipples while he groaned in response. I moved down again to the firm dick and put the whole thing in my mouth so that I could hardly breathe.
Nicholas reached for a condom and covered himself while I placed some lube on me and on the condom. He was laying expectantly on his back and I climbed on top to straddle him. I felt his hard cock pressing against my lubed ass and I wanted to have him slide inside. He admitted, “I know that I will come fast.” His comment didn’t bother me because I just wanted to hold onto his hard cock while he orgasmed. I pulled my cheeks apart to make the entry easier and positioned myself to feel his mushroom head right at the opening. I teased him just a little by letting only the head slip inside. I moved up and down on the tip of his shaft while he rolled his head with pleasure. He pushed up hard in one thrust and I gasped as his full cock found its way deep inside, just as I had wanted. I did some slow gyrations while squeezing his nipples and I could feel his hot sperm shooting powerfully into me. He gave a huge exhale, but didn’t make any noise other than that. I loved feeling Nicholas’ hard shaft inside me and I stroked myself just a little for my own pleasure. I leaned forward so that I could place my head on his hairy chest and feel his heartbeat as it came back to normal. He caressed my head and tousled my hair in his big strong hands. “I wanted that from the moment I saw you,” he said sincerely and openly. He stayed hard inside me for a while but I felt the rest of him relaxing. When the shaft softened, it popped out and I removed the full condom, placing it on the floor. I turned my back to him and Nicholas swung a long arm around me so that I fit inside his big spoon. I enjoyed the feeling of hot breath on the back of my neck and stroked his hand lightly as it rested on my smooth chest.
We were clasped together as we drifted along a river of comfort and human connection. It was not long though before he reached down and began to stroke my semi-hard cock. He brought it back to full life and I asked him to kiss my nipples. He gently but firmly pleasured both of them while firmly pumping my shaft and it was no surprise to me when I came all over my chest. He rubbed the cum into my skin and said, “Now it is good.”
We sank into each other’s arms again providing intimate contact between men. In a little bit he pulled away and looked up at the ceiling. “If you are not busy tomorrow, I could drive you to see the center of the city where you have not been yet.” I accepted the offer of additional contact and he gave me a very warm and open smile looking into my eyes. “You are crazy you know, but in a good way. Selling your house and just living from a suitcase. You know that this is crazy!” He seemed to absorb a bit of my craziness which nurtured his happiness and sense of freedom.
We discussed the pragmatics of time and place for meeting the next day as he put on his clothes to leave. He couldn’t exit the building without a key so I too hastily put on some clothes and escorted him to the front door. “Are you coming too?” he queried as I also exited the building. “I can walk you to your car so that you don’t get lost,” I replied. We both laughed at the joke and he was happy to have my company for longer. Nicholas got into the car without touching me and I understood that all our physical experiences would be behind closed doors. With a big smile, he looked at me from the driver’s seat, and said, “See you tomorrow.” His car pulled away into the dark of the night and I slowly retraced the path to my apartment. Athens felt warmer now that I had met a passionate Greek man.
Nicholas in Athens 2
We had agreed to meet at the same square near my apartment on Sunday but this time Nicholas wouldn’t need to park. I arrived at the meeting location early in case he was ahead of schedule. I only waited ten minutes before I saw his car coming up the street. There was a bit of traffic so he pulled over into a bus stop so that I could enter the vehicle. We both smiled and I buckled my seat belt. I knew that we wouldn’t have a physical display in public, not even in the car. He was much too conservative for that, although I wondered if he had been the same way with his British friend. While Nicholas drove to the center of town, we talked of Greek life and my observations. I asked why Greeks seemed to be either very tall or very short and that the in between size didn’t exist much. He declared that the shorter people were Bulgarians and Albanians who had immigrated during their respective difficult times. “Now they speak like Greeks and you can’t tell if they are or not.” All of the tall ones were fully Greek.
“I was born in Lesvos and came to Athens for school and never really left. My parents are still on the island and I visit them for holidays.” “Ah, maybe that is why your nipples are so sensitive. They are Lesbian nipples,” I jested. He smiled and then laughed at the thought which hadn’t occurred to him before. “Do you think so? You are just so crazy, but I like that.”
He pointed out the buildings that had Greek classical architecture and bemoaned the fact that so many were destroyed and replaced with plain rectangular buildings that looked as though they had come from East Germany during the cold war. Color was totally absent with the exceptions of white and off white. I was surprised when he said, “It is the ugliest city on the planet.” After spending so much time in the coastal cities of Italy where strong bright colors abounded, I was truly struck by the absence of color.
When we drove by stores that were closed, he commented about the areas which had been vibrant with merchants and now were abandoned buildings. He was saddened by the loss and I felt his frustration that it had taken place, much like his comments on graffiti.
I saw the hill of Lykobettus, with the white church on top, and asked if we could go there. Nicholas hesitated only briefly and then declared that he couldn’t drive to the top but we could get part way. He turned the car in that direction and soon we were on very narrow and steep residential streets that led us to a park area with lots of green. I commented that Athens didn’t seem to have old trees like other European cities and he agreed. We arrived at an overlook parking area and he encouraged me to take a look. “Aren’t you coming?” I asked. He replied, “I’m afraid of heights. Perhaps you noticed when we were on your terrace I stayed very near the center.” I had noted his hesitancy on the rooftop but hadn’t given it any thought. “You go,” he expressed firmly.
I did go and returned about five minutes later. Nicholas looked surprised and said, “You’re back so soon!” “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” I replied. “I am fine here. In the car it does not bother me. The same on planes. I have no fear then. Take your time.”
With that encouragement I took the steep hike up the stone stairs to the top of the hill from which there were remarkable views of the city in all directions. I was glad that I knew the geography somewhat so that I could spot areas beyond the obvious like the nearby Acropolis. It was a bright and sunny day, good for picture taking which many people were. I was the only one who entered the small church which contained beautiful old icons. I purchased a candle and offered a prayer of gratitude.
I then began the downward hike on the steep stairs that didn’t always have handrails. In the US there would have been lawyers requiring handrails. When I arrived at the beginning of the parking lot, I saw Nicholas hurrying towards me. He looked anxious and I hoped that I hadn’t stayed too long. “My son broke his leg and I have to go,” he hurriedly said and turned around to head us back to the nearby car.
When we were in the vehicle on our way down the hill, I asked what had happened. His son had been playing football and been injured. “I have warned him that he could get hurt,” Nicholas declared with concern. I asked him to just drop me by the metro where I could get back to Kallithea by myself. Nicholas was in full anxiety mode and justifiably so, since he didn’t know the seriousness of the injury. I sensed that he had hoped I would make that offer which he would never have asked since I was his guest. “Thank you, yes. I will take you to the Metro.”
“You know, since I won’t be able to take you to dinner as we had planned, you will have to see me again next weekend.” I already knew that Nicholas would be chained to his work for the whole week and Friday evening would be the first opportunity for us to get back together again. “Yes, yes we can.” he responded without more detail as he remained focused on getting me to the Metro. He dropped me off at a nearby square and provided directions to the location of the entrance. Nicholas remained in the car and quickly drove off after a hurried farewell that didn’t include any touching.
I didn’t use the Metro, but walked from the center of Athens to my location. It was a bright sunny Sunday with lots of Greeks and tourists enjoying the outdoor cafes and restaurants. I was most pleased with myself that I managed to find my way using the sun as a guide to walk toward the sea. Athens was an old city, but the streets were mostly straight and I didn’t feel lost at any point.
As soon as I arrived at my apartment, I used the laptop to send an email to Nicholas. I knew that he would be concerned about me getting back to my place safely and I also wanted to offer my words of concern for his son’s condition. I received an email from Nicholas later that evening. As it turned out, the son’s broken leg was a simple break and at the age of ten he would heal properly. Nicholas was relieved to tell me this and to thank me for my words of empathy. His email helped me relax into a pleasant sleep that included dreams of my new tall friend.
Nicholas in Athens 3
“I want to confess, if you allow me a thought. I would like if you are available tonight to come over to you. I think that could happen around 10:30 PM. I recommend that as I think that it would be difficult to meet up on Saturday due to the current circumstances.” I was surprised to receive this offer from Nicholas. The email was very sweet and I sensed a passion that was heightened but unexpressed. I was conflicted. I wanted to see and feel him, but my evenings were not my most energetic time and 10:30 PM would be late. In the end, passion won out over my concerns and I accepted the suggestion to meet in the front of my building late on the Friday evening. He was right. I was crazy! Maybe we were both becoming crazy.
He was remarkably prompt which was his character. I appreciated that, especially when I was standing in front of my building waiting for a tryst. His smile was genuine and broad as he took large strides to cross the street to me. I offered him my hand but I wanted to offer him a hug. I think that he was grateful that there was no public display of affection, but it was certainly there in my spirit.
I turned and unlocked the door which had to be relocked from the inside using the key. Nicholas turned on the hallway light and pressed the button for the elevator as though he were now a resident of the building too. By the time I was with him, the elevator had arrived and he motioned for me to enter first. I pressed the button for the top floor and the two of us once again took up all of the space in the small elevator as the mirrored doors closed.
He pressed my body against the back wall and kissed me hard on the lips with his tongue pushing insistently into me and I sensed that more wanted to push in as I felt the swelling in his pants. I relaxed and allowed him to have his way with me as we slowly made our way to the top of the building. My Greek was nurturing his passion.
We climbed the last stairs and I unlocked the door to my space, relocking it after we were both inside. He asked about taking a shower together and we both knew that there was enough space for the two of us to fit inside the modern tile and glass enclosure. Clothes quickly came off and by the time we were in the shower there were two cocks pointing toward each other with intent. I used the bar of creamy soap to fill his hairy chest with lather and then moved both of my hands to his dick and did the same with that hairy area. He stiffened completely with the stimulation and leaned back to let the water cascade onto his head from the modern rain style shower head. The warmth soothed and stimulated his spirit simultaneously. I pressed my lips hard against his and pushed him against the wall. His eyes opened with surprise and pleasure.
Nicholas readily accepted the role reversal and smiled broadly like a young man who learns a new trick. He was finding my crazy ways appealing and reached under my hard cock to feel the entry point. He took the soap from me and lathered that special spot so that his finger could readily penetrate me without pain. Nonetheless, I gasped as I felt him enter my pleasure zone. I wanted to feel all of him and didn’t care that there were no condoms nearby. I turned around and encouraged him to take me naked in the shower. Warm water and steam were creating a space that was not to be underestimated.
He hesitated briefly and I sensed the calculus in his mind of the risk taking. Nicholas was a lawyer for a bank after all. Perhaps he determined that it was a special circumstance, requiring a unique response and he rubbed his cock on my smooth ass in anticipation of the pleasure to come.
I felt the tip of his dick pressing hard against me and I used my hands to make the opening wider to accept his firm member. With one second of unusual abandon, he pushed forward and I felt the full length of the shaft thrust inside me with intent. We both gasped at the same instant and it was almost like a simultaneous orgasm of the spirit. He didn’t cum quickly and I enjoyed his manly thrusts in the warm steam of the shower. Part of me wanted a camera to capture a video of the raw human sexuality between two tall masculine men from two different cultures and languages.
“I want to cum inside you. Is that OK?” he asked breathlessly. This was the second time that Nicholas had expressed a desire and this time he was more direct about what he wanted. “Give it to me. I want to feel it,” I said in a deliberate voice with conviction. I knew that he was safe and it was a minimal risk for the deep pleasure of the special moment we were having. He made several very hard thrusts into me and I felt some pain but it was the type of pain that was comingled with pleasure and I fully opened my receptive self to his needs. It wasn’t long before I felt the convulsions of orgasm from the hard cock inside me and I knew that his seed was being planted deep in my cavity. Our intimacy created the most open relation between men that was possible and I loved the emotional connection as much as the physical.
I knew that he wanted to collapse on top of me and drift off into a world without cares and concerns, but we were still in the shower. Nicholas didn’t wait for his cock to soften naturally, but removed it with slow deliberation so that both of us could feel the additional sensations which were most pleasant. I turned and kissed him gently on the lips with tenderness and feeling. My own emotions were overflowing as were the sperm slipping from my anus. We held each other with arms wrapped around while the warm water continued to rain on our most sensual and intimate experience.
“I could easily fall in love with you,” he expressed with true vulnerability. Other men had made similar statements to me, and I wasn’t surprised to hear these word from Nicholas, but this was special and meaningful. Perhaps part of my feelings were affected by the long distance from my own culture and language. Perhaps it was the almost three months of living out of a suitcase. Was Nicholas a refuge for me? My own emotions and feelings weren’t clear but the moment was one to treasure. I chose to just savor the instant and not respond with words that might be unclear.
We dried ourselves and each other before sliding energetically into the large bed with warm covers to hold in our body heat. We spooned as he kissed the back of my neck. “I really wanted to be with you. To feel you, but also to be stimulated by your mind and your crazy ways,” he offered easily and truthfully. “I wanted to be with you too,” I replied with equal openness. Soon I heard the soft sounds of his breathing getting shallow and the noises of sleep crept into the room. We hadn’t talked about sleeping over but I was pleased to learn that it was taking place. I hadn’t slept with someone in years and it was comforting to feel this strong man behind me with his long arms securely wrapped around me.
My week hadn’t been as challenging as his and I didn’t sleep for some time, but continued listening to his sounds and getting to know his way in bed. There was much between us that was very compatible but there were also pragmatics that would make a full relationship not very possible. I chose not to dwell on those problems but just felt this good man who had come to spend the night in my bed. I was living life in the present.
Nicholas in Athens 4
I didn’t sleep well which was often the case with a new bed partner. I was almost always the host for a sleepover and I worried if my restlessness disturbed my partner. Perhaps that was another of the feminine parts of me. Eventually I drifted off into a deep sleep without concerns, but I awoke to a feeling of stiffness. What I felt was not in my neck or back where men often have issues, but this was a stiffness coming from Nicholas. I sensed him before I felt his hard member pressing into my body, invading my sleeping space. There were no tender words of morning affection but it was more like an animalistic mating that began with his needs. He had awakened before me and now toyed with my nipples. As I awoke, I sensed his morning testosterone urging him on to release, to dominate and to control.
He bit the back of my neck and used a strong manly finger to press into my opening which wanted to yield to him, to give him what he desired which was also my desire. I wanted to be penetrated, to feel his power come inside and fill me. I arched my back to make a welcoming curve and it was not long before I felt the tip of his hard cock pressing into the opening. That stimulation made me want more of him. I wanted to hold inside his most intimate part and to become one with him in a primal embrace that returned us to our animalistic states of need and lust.
He wasn’t gentle and considerate as he had been the night before, but more bestial in the need to fulfill a role, to take me as his possession and finalize an act of dominance. I fully yielded as I felt the warmth and firmness of his entry. Despite my readiness, I openly gasped as my body made way for his forceful entry. He had run to his bag and put on a condom, but didn’t bother with any lube, so the entry was rough and without tenderness. Nicholas’ voice seemed to be deeper and his breath hotter on my neck. He made very vigorous thrusts and smacked my firm ass with his strong hands as he pushed himself ever deeper inside. My ass tingled from the smacking but in truth desired more.
I could not believe how much I wanted to feel his thrusting cock burst with orgasm and I pushed back on him to open my space more for him to occupy me, to engage his primal urge to mate and make more of the species. He didn’t cum quickly and I was happy that he began to sweat with the exertion of his manly self. Soon we were a sweaty mess on this Winter morning. Our bodies were sliding but keeping a sexual rhythm that harkened back to olden times of ancient Greece with sweaty muscled men blending with one another to fulfill deep desires of capture and rapture.
I have yearned for this fulfillment of a strong Greek man making me his possession, to do with what he pleased for his pleasure and not for my consideration. Even though he was wearing a condom, I could feel his juices release in a full body orgasm that shook him to his core. He didn’t utter any sound as though his parents were in the adjoining room, but his breathing released energy held back for many years. Nicholas emptied concerns bound up from the divorce, his son’s injury and the daily challenges of work life. By receiving his cares, I hoped that I could help him enjoy periods of happiness and respite.
I encouraged him to just relax his still stiffened arms and allow his body weight to rest on me. “I’m not a weakling,” I declared. Nonetheless, he didn’t fully relax onto me now that his primal urges had been satisfied. He only rested one arm and allowed half of his weight to press on me as I had suggested. His breath was still hot on the back of my neck and drips of sweat fell on my smooth body before cascading to the bed sheets.
“I’m glad that you let me come to you again. I really wanted to feel your energy and to be with you before you go.” I had wanted to be with him as well which was why I opened myself to such a late evening meeting. I hadn’t expected him to stay the night but it was a welcome intrusion into my space in all respects.
I felt the firmness of his member slipping and my body fully convulsed in expelling him with a shudder that was a sort of orgasm in itself. I welcomed this man who invaded my body and my space, allowing him to become one with me through total deep penetration of a most intimate space.
We talked a little in bed, but I knew that he would want to get cleaned up and go to his son. “You take the shower first,” I directed and he was happy to be given permission to do what he had wanted to do but wouldn’t say. After we were both cleaned up and properly clothed for the streets of Athens, I kissed him on the lips softly saying, “I’m glad that you came and stayed.” “I needed to be with you. To feel your kindness and openness that just make me feel very good,” he replied with honesty and a warm smile.
I escorted him to the car and we waved like old friends parting as he pulled his car out into the morning traffic. Life was to be lived and felt fully every day without worrying about what would come next.
Nicholas and I wrote often to each other expressing desires for more time together. By the time I had hoped to return in the Spring, the Covid-19 virus had flared up and it was impossible for me to get to him or he to me in Thailand.