I had come across Stephen’s profile on a website that I used for meeting couples, sometimes with a bisexual husband. I had seen naked pictures of him and his sexy wife on the website but he hadn’t provided any facial pictures. Both of them had very attractive naked bodies and were in sexy poses. Stephen clearly stated that his wife had no sexual interest anymore so he was just playing as a single. He had listed himself as straight but that was not surprising for this generation of Greeks. Bisexuality was still very hidden in this conservative culture dominated by the Greek Orthodox church. I had openly listed myself as bisexual on the site and he determined that we could have an afternoon of physical pleasure.
He was so remarkably handsome that my mouth likely gaped open when I saw him crossing the plaza to greet me in Athens. My face might have easily given away my feelings since I didn’t hide much anymore. Almost two meters tall and handsome like a movie star, he strode with purpose towards me. I thought, here was certainly the Colossus of Rhodes in modern Greece. He had such an open smile and a full head of thick dark hair which was impressive for a man in his late 50’s. By all measures, he was a sexy hunk in any culture.
He recognized me from the facial photos that I had sent and I saw his eyes glint with happiness at his success in finding me without a cell phone advantage. I stood and held out a welcoming hand and was certain that my face was wearing a broad smile too. His brisk movements toward me provided the momentum for us to immediately continue in that same direction toward my nice apartment on the top of a nearby six story building.
We talked while quickly walking the few short blocks that would lead us to a more discrete indoor space. Stephen informed me that he was taking a couple of hours off from work where he was an upper echelon civil servant who could leave without anyone asking questions. I asked about retirement and he declared that he would have enough years working in the system three years hence. He was taking good advantage of his managerial freedom.
I used my key to open the heavy front door and Stephen headed for the elevator as if he had been in the building before. I joined him in the small mirrored space and the door closed behind me. We were not uncomfortable being so close together, but it was mutually agreed without words that it would be better to wait for anything physical until there was more room.
When we exited the elevator, there was one more flight of stairs to my space and I led the way to the frosted glass entry door which required a key for entry and for closing behind us once we were in the space. I left the key where he could easily see it by the door. He wasn’t much interested in a tour of the space and said directly, “I’d like to take a shower first, if you don’t mind.” I had already showered but I had no problem with enjoying a naked hunk in my shower. I would have joined him, but he seemed to be needing an efficient shower rather than a sexual one. I was happy to just imagine his naked body in my steamy glass shower.
I removed my clothes and lay on the bed waiting for him to come into the bedroom properly naked and clean. He seemed to have gotten partially excited in the shower as I noted his attractive cock was starting to reach out toward me. Perhaps he had stroked himself with the soap to be certain that I would be attracted which I assuredly was. It was easy to see why both genders would yield themselves to this masculine man. With lust in my body, I moved to a sitting position on the end of the bed. He approved of my adjustment which put my head at a good level for use. He strode over to me and held his cock out for my already watering mouth. I had thought about his dick ever since I had seen pictures of him sliding into his wife’s wet pussy. I would have loved to have licked his smooth balls while he was pumping his wife, but that was not to be.
He groaned with pleasure as I took the mushroom head of his penis and fully enveloped it while applying pressure with my lips. It may have been some time since he had had this sensation and I hoped that his happiness level was elevating along with his cock which was now developing its full thickness.
We hadn’t discussed particular likes or dislikes other than to know that he was mostly a top and I was more likely to bottom with a man of his stature. Stephen used his strong hands to softly brush my hair as I moved my mouth further along his shaft. The nerve endings in my follicles were charging up with excitement. It wasn’t long before I felt his shaft swell fully and reach the back of my throat. I no longer had much gag reflex and I enjoyed the sensation of his cock filling my throat.
I felt Stephen arch his back as he pushed his dick as far into me as he could. “Wow,” came his exhale as he relished the pleasurable sensations I was providing. My lips continued to remain pressed against the hard cock as I bobbed my head forward and back. Each time he exhaled loudly and held my head so as not to lose his position. We were locked in a sexual embrace that provided serious stimulation for both of us.
I took a deep breath and lay back on the bed enjoying the view of my new Colossus of Greece, happy with my good fortune. He was even more impressive in the flesh than in his arousing photos. Stephen climbed onto the bed and took my excited cock into his warm mouth with one big gulp. I was now the one who was arching my back and gasping for air, enjoying the pleasuring that he was providing.
Stephen climbed fully on top of me pressing our cocks together. He was reluctant to put his full body weight against me so I massaged his muscular arms that were supporting his dynamic torso. He had a mostly smooth chest, but a nice patch of dark hair was in the center and I pressed my face into it to feel his manliness. He was so sexy and amorous. His wife was certainly a fortunate woman.
He was now fully aroused and like a man on a mission. Stephen turned me over on my stomach and pressed his hard cock against my smooth ass cheeks. I could tell that he was looking to penetrate my body with his beautiful hard cock, so I reached for the lubricant and prepared the opening for him. He added some to his cock so that I wouldn’t have a painful experience. I thought about using the poppers that I had placed next to the bed but chose not to use them. I didn’t want to run the risk of turning him off.
Stephen pressed his full weight against me sliding his lubed cock back and forth between my round ass cheeks stimulating my opening and the head of his penis without initiating penetration. I loved feeling his weight on top of me with his hard shaft pressing, pushing for entry but not doing so right away. His sensual foreplay stimulated my mind and got my body ready for what was to come.
Without warning, he pushed down hard on my opening and popped the tip of his dick inside. The mushroom head was wider than the rest of his cock and there was a sharp pain which I hadn’t anticipated. I exhaled fully and held him in position for fifteen seconds while I controlled the discomfort and accepted the entry of his foreign tissue. He was not an invader but a welcome guest who would bring pleasure and pain. I accepted both as the required entry fee for being with such an impressive man.
Stephen was sensitive to my pain issue and didn’t force himself further into me until I was ready. He slowed the pace and took his time gyrating his cock head inside of me to sensitize my receptors for pleasure and to look past the initial pain. Clearly, he had had this response to his dick before and knew how to be a good lover. His sensitivity drew my emotional self closer to him.
Once Stephen sensed that I was fully ready for him, he returned to his aggressive persona and took what he came for. He manfully pounded away at my opening, slapping his big balls against my firm ass with each lengthy thrust. He pulled out fully and drove in again knowing that now it wouldn’t include pain but just the pleasure of filling my cavity and enjoying the feeling of him joining with me. We moved in a good rhythm together with our bodies intuiting the next move of the other. The sweat began to flow from both of us providing an additional layer of lubrication to all of our body parts.
The sunlight was coming into the room and I wished that I could see the sun lighting up his sweaty muscular body, so I let my mind image that and became even more aroused. He pushed on me with his strong arms and bit the back of my neck like a leonine figure from the jungle and I soon felt his juices burst forth into me dribbling onto the bed before he even removed himself. It was a sizeable load and a massive orgasm that shook both of us to the core. We were fortunate that he was biting my neck or the church down the street would have been scandalized by our noise.
I grasped the bed linens with my hands and clutched his hard, orgasming shaft with my sphincters. All nerve endings were on full reception and I felt my smile broaden before bursting out into laughter, which caused him to laugh as well. The laughing seemed to make him cum a second time and my squeezing from laughing made him pop out sooner than I would have liked. We were both living in the moment of our lusty time.
Stephen collapsed his body on top of me and didn’t care if he were too heavy for me. He allowed his body to fully exhale what had been kept back for too long. His manly sweat continued to drip onto me before continuing its gravitational path to the fully wet bed sheets. I was heartened to feel his weight and joyed in the melding of our fluids and energies. Stephen was a talented and caring lover who balanced his needs with my receptivity. I smiled broadly as I looked in the mirror to see the image that we made. I had to fight to keep from imagining that vision as a daily event.
Could I fall in love with this man? Stephen was certainly an amazing lover but he was married and I was a diversion. His wife was sexy and a big part of his life. He had children and they couldn’t know of this other life. This was the way with bisexual men and I was fully aware, but that didn’t keep my mind from thinking, “Now here would be a good match!”
He gently slipped off of my body and regained his sense of location. As a married Greek man, he wanted fairness in our relationship and he began to stroke my cock with his strong hand. I was face up and asked him to kiss my nipples which were so sensitive. He didn’t remove his hand from my hard dick but flicked my right nipple with his wet tongue. Stephen noted the response from my cock and pushed his full lips against my chest while continuing to rotate the nipple with his talented tongue. I imagined that he provided very stimulating oral to his wife. The sensation on my nipple was more than my cock could delay and I shot up three feet into the air before the sperm came back down to land on my body. I laughed at the thought of my sperm suspended in midair briefly defying gravity. I may have made more sperm shoot up, or maybe he squeezed me again. I didn’t know which because I was so fully enjoying my own release without concern for how it was taking place.
I was sure that some of my cum must have landed on him as well, as he quickly suggested that we both take a shower to have bodies that would be acceptable in polite society. Perhaps he was running out of time, but I needed to recover more, so I directed him to start. He was happy to return to the attractive glass enclosed shower and remove my DNA from his body.
It took some effort on my part to leave the bed but I wanted to feel him next to me again, naked and open. Stephen had made the bathroom very steamy with the hot shower but since it was glass, it was easy to locate him in the small space. He smiled as he welcomed me to his steamy space and we hugged while I nestled my facial cheek into his broad chest. He wrapped his long muscular arms around my body and held me close as I imagined he did with his wife. What a sexy man he was! The warm water was comforting but not as much as his chest and strong arms.
There was no hanky-panky in the shower other than him fully grabbing both of my ass cheeks as he rubbed soap to clean the area. He was ready to move back to his life of work and a wife. Such was the nature of an afternoon tryst with a married man. I was not at all judgmental, but accepted the pleasures of the moment. How I would have liked to have repeat visits!
I knew that I would need to use my key to let him out of the building and reminded him of that as we both got dressed and prepared for departure. “Oh, yes.” he rejoined with understanding. “I’ll walk with you to the station, so that we can talk more.” He brightened at the thought of an “after” experience of the mind. We recognized each other’s intelligence and openness, making us a good match in more than one way.
It was about a ten minute walk to the station and we were able to walk side by side on the broad sidewalk. No more physical contact was made except for our handshake at the end. I asked if he were happy at work, and Stephen declared that the work was good. I asked about non hetero life in Greece and he confirmed what I already knew that the church kept people in line and most people kept their private lives hidden out of fear of judgement. “Don’t think. Just believe,” was the motto of our country he offered. “That makes it very difficult to have close friends, since I am compelled to think for myself.”
Stephen was a Greek man like Nicholas who had the same issues of limited intimacy due to the way that they were raised and the confines of their society. Both were eager for more than the physical intimacy, to have open and fearless conversation without judgement. Neither knew how to make that happen with another Greek man and so they always sought out visitors.
When we arrived at the station, Stephen turned and looked me straight in the face while declaring that he was very happy we had met and that he hoped I would return to his country. I was pleased to hear these direct words expressing his satisfaction. He had given me many good reasons for feeling that I would return, perhaps sooner now that I had encountered my Colossus of Greece.