Boys Will Be Boys - Their First Time (36 page)

Mickey Erlach

He was a wiry little Greek, was Adrian
Metropolis
–
built for speed.
The girlie-girls thought he was pretty cute.
So did some of the fellas.

Matter of fact,
Adrian
was damned cute: big brown eyes, curly dark hair, a full mouth with a crooked smile and straight teeth.
It goes without saying he had a handsome Greek nose, and he kept his nifty little bod all shaped up with daily workouts.

The machos, however, were not too sure about
Adrian
.

He didn
’
t care.
He was as happy as he was gay, and though he didn
’
t run with the pack, two or three times a week he
’
d descend on one of several bars he knew, pick off some cut
e
y and take him home.
This seemed to satisfy his basic needs.

At the moment,
Adrian
was enveloped in the arms of
Morpheus, the Greek God of dreams.

Actually,
Adrian
was
z
onked.
He
’
d stayed out too late, had one too many and spent several hours romping with the hunk who now shared his sack.
At the moment his partner was wide awake.
He was staring at
Adrian
’
s schwanse.
It was starting to rise with the sun.
The young fella was fascinated with the action of
Adrian
’
s cock.
He had a nice one.
Not huge, but surely big enough, with a tasty knob on the end when it was aroused.
The hunk licked his chops, and his hand stole across the bed toward the lovely hard-on, the only thing
Adrian
had exposed.
It was sticking out from under sheets that were drawn up over its owner
’
s head.

The hand made contact with the cock.
Its owner groaned and flung off the covers.
He glared at the hunk.

“
How dare you touch my cock without my permission?!
”
he
squeaked.

“
Hey, come on, man.
Last night it was community property.
”
growled his
bedmate.
“
Didn
’
t I pleasure ya nice?
”

“
You woke me from a most delicious dream!
”
moaned
Adrian
.

“
Why dream, when ya can have the real thing?
Look Mister Metropolis, honey.
I
’
m hungry.
Couldn
’
t I have a bit of your sausage for breakfast?
”

“
Oh, shit!
If you must, go ahead!
”
snorted
A
drian
.

He was just a bit jaded with this particular one-nighter, but a cock in the mouth is worth several in the bush.

While the young hunk had his way with
Adrian
, the Greek lay back and considered his good fortune
.
He was one of the lucky ones.
He lived alone. He
’
d been raised by a doting grandmother who left him her posh brownstone on the west side and beaucoup in the buckola department.
Adrian
didn
’
t have to work, so to occupy his time and mind, he went to school at
Columbia
.

“
Hey fella, don
’
t bite!
”
Adrian
yelped at his tormentor.

“
Ummm
h
umph,
”
came the muffled reply.

Adrian
specialized in ancient Greek culture.
He spoke and read Greek fluently and studied mythology and archeology.
His studies went along with his hobby.
He was obsessed with the collection of early gay Greek erotic art.
After all, didn
’
t the Greeks start the whole thing?

One day, his favorite art dealer called with what he thought was a great find.
Adrian
hurried over and was delighted to discover the dealer had procured for him a collection of rubbings from an ancient Greek bas relief.
The pictures showed, in graphic detail, Greek athletes in every conceivable position of passion.

With his eyes bulging,
Adrian
flipped through the collection
. “
From where were these taken?
”
he asked.

“
Ancient
Sparta
, Mr. Metropolis,
”
was the dealer
’
s reply.

“
You
’
re kidding!
”
beamed
Adrian
.
“
Why, the archeology lab is going on a dig there next week!
”

“
Ohhhhhh!
”
moaned
Adrian
.
The hungry hunk was working his magic on the young Greek
’
s tool.

“
Ahh
...
t
here
’
s nothing like it,
”
t
hought
Adrian
.

The pain was exquisite
,
and he held on as long as he could.
Suddenly he grabbed the hunk by the ears and thrust his hard horn past the young hunk
’
s uvula, as he let go a stream of cum that would have drowned a less experienced cock-sucker.
The hunk continued to suck until he
’
d drained
Adrian
dry.
Then the hunk withdrew and looked
Adrian
in the eye.

“
Tasted even better than last night.
Guess leftovers are always more flavorful the next day,
”
observed the hunk.

“
Yeah,
y
eah
,
Now that you
’
ve had your fun, let
’
s get a move on.
Cover your ass and get out
.
I gotta start packing.
My plane leave
s
in five hours.
”

*
*
*
* *

The next day
Adrian
was walking the streets of Sparti.
(Modern
Sparta
).
He was in pursuit of his favo
r
ite
, make that
second most favorite pastime
,
rummaging through old Greek shops.

In a
dusty old shop, in a dusty old case
,
he spied a dusty old amulet.
The dusty-crusty old shopkeeper saw
Adrian
admiring the piece and smiled knowingly.

“
Ah, kind sir, an excellent choice.
The amulet is enchanted
.
”

“
And that doubles the price, right?
”
glowered
Adrian
.

“
Oh, kind sir, you
wound me with your suspicious words.
I can let you have it for two hundred drachmas.
”

“
That
’
s highway robbery, but the amulet is damned interesting.
I
’
ll give you one hundred,
”
offered
Adrian
.

“
One-fifty and
done, then,
”
beamed the shop man.

Adrian
thought for a moment.
He remembered what he knew about Greek culture and his own inner self.

“
OK,
”
he said finally.
“
Throw in a horn job
and done
.
”

“
Done
,
”
exclaimed the shop man with an appraising glance at
Adrian
’
s perpetually lumpy crotch.

The dusty-crusty old man took
Adrian
to the back of his dusty shop.
He held a dusty curtain aside and allowed
Adrian
to enter a dusty curtained room.
Once inside, the old man motioned for
Adrian
to drop his drawers.

“
Delightful
,
”
cried the shop man as
Adrian
unveiled his tool.
Then the old man knelt and took the unique bulbous head of
Adrian
’
s cock into his mouth.
The old man had no teeth and though the fastidious
Adrian
was appalled by the man
’
s lack of hygiene, he had to admit it was about the best
blow job
he
’
d ever experienced.

The old man gummed
the
hell out of it.
He teased and twirled it with his talented tongue
un
til
Adrian
’
s balls ached to let go.
Finally
,
the old man doubled his stoke
,
and
Adrian
came and came and came!

“
Good work, old man
,
”
Adrian sighed when the shopkeeper had finished.

The old man grinned a toothless, cumey grin.
“
You Americans are simply delicious
.
Much tastier than our
Greek boys.
Why is that?
”
the old man inquired.

“
Vitamins,
”
Adrian
volunteered as
he took a spray can of Lysol from his shoulder purse and disinfected his genitals.
“
An ounce of prevention
,
”
his old Granny had always told him.

Adrian
paid the man, popped the amulet into his bag
and took off.

*
*
*
* *

The next few days found
Adrian
slaving with the rest of his
Columbia
class at the site of Menelaus
’
s
palace outside Sparti.
One evening, as he sat on a pile of rubble and watched the setting sun
’
s reflection ripple on the River Euortas, a thought struck him
,
and he rummaged around in his bag until he found it.
He
’
d just finished a joint and felt all giggly as he held the old amulet up to the sun.

“
Enchanted
,
”
he snorted.
Then remembering the old man, he smiled.
What a
blow job
the old man had given him
.
He almost considered going into town for another, when he remembered the old man
’
s instructions for the use of the enchanted amulet.

“
Humbug
,
”
laughed
Adrian
has he held the amulet between his palms and aimed it toward the setting sun.

“
Ah, Magic Amulet,
”
he giggled,
“
Take me back to ancient
Sparta
!
”

Suddenly, there was a burning sensation from the amulet in his hands and a great roaring in his ears.