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Subject: Greek Getaway Chapter 3 Greek Getaway by RJ This multi-part fiction involves sexual contact between a man and a father/son duo. If you are offended by themes of incest, do not read. If you have any comments about my work, or even just want to chat, please don’t hesitate to message me. As always, please support Nifty in any way you can. ~ CHAPTER 3 ~ It takes me quite a bit of time to find the right campus that Dimitri works on. So much time, in fact, that I’m technically late. When I check my phone, I see that it’s well past noon, and I find myself almost out of breath trying to find the right goddamn building. Finally, I put my ego to the side and ask for help. The first person I ask doesn’t speak English, but the next person I talk to is kind enough to direct me towards his office. And when I turn a corner, I guess which one is his. Outside a door halfway down the hallway is a small line of students, probably waiting to speak to him. I approach the front of the line and stand slightly in the open doorway. Dimitri is at his desk, chatting with (who looks to be) a very distressed student. I try to catch his attention by waving slightly, but he’s focused. Looking at him makes me, in a weird way, nervous. Is he going to confront me about last night? About me catching him in the act? Am I going to be able to act normal? I turn my attention towards the plaque just outside the door. It’s mostly in Greek, but with smaller English translations under each section. It has his name, his office hours (which technically ended at noon), and then a list of what he is “teacher of.” Music. And psychology. And history. And chemistry. And social theology. I blink a few times. Jesus Christ, that’s a lot. Someone says something to me and I turn my head. It’s the second person in line, who’s looking at me with an irritable expression. I should have learned some Greek before I got here. Dimitri taught me a few basic stuff but language isn’t my forte, and I’ve already forgotten almost all the basics. “I speak English,” I say simply. “Oh!” The student looks surprised, and their expression softens. “Apologies.” “It’s okay,” I say, scratching my head. “Are you a student?” “No,” I say with a laugh. “Haven’t been for a while.” I glance at the line. “Are you all here to see him?” He nods. “Yes.” “Popular guy,” I mutter. “Oh yes,” he says, smiling. “Dr. Castellanos is very popular.” I smile slightly. I have no doubt about that. I turn my head back towards the room, and just then, Dimitri glances towards the door. He does a double take when he sees me and then immediately perks up, which makes me blush a bit. I can’t read anything other than joy from his expression. Nothing that says “We gotta talk.” No sign of embarrassment. Just his normal self. I wave at him slightly and start to head to the back of the line when he holds his finger up, signaling for me to wait. Within thirty seconds, he finishes speaking with one of his students, escorts her out of his office, and then tugs me in, closing the door. Not at all subtly. “You came,” he says. “I did,” I say, laughing. “I can wait, if you want to see the rest of your–” “They can wait,” he says, pulling me in for a hug. He kisses the side of my head as he holds me, and then inhales slightly before chuckling. “You smell nice.” “Lucky for you, I just showered,” I say with a smile, pulling back slightly so that I can lean up to kiss him. He hums slightly against my lips, reaching up to cup the side of my face. Once the kiss is over, he smiles at me before frowning slightly. “Unfortunately, I can’t do lunch today. I have to cover a class in a half-hour.” “So you’re ditching me?” I say, smirking slightly. “Well when you say it like that,” he says with a laugh, adjusting my hair slightly. “Let me make it up to you. How about dinner tonight? Home cooked. Just the two of us.” “What about Nik?” I ask. Even the mention of him around his father makes my dick twitch. “He’ll be gone before then,” he says after a moment. There was a little pause there. Is he remembering how he may have seen me peeking in on the two of them? “So we’ll have the whole place to ourselves.” Then he smiles, his hands at my waist. “I missed you.” I laugh. “It hasn’t even been that long.” “I still missed you,” he says, leaning in to kiss me. I kiss him back, pushing up against him slightly. I’ll be honest: I’m crazy horny. I could be reading into that little pause, but now it feels like we both know the truth and are both too scared to admit it aloud to each other. I know his secret. He knows that I know. He must. And for some reason, that makes the body contact between us all the more exciting. Dimitri feels something too because I feel his hand reach down to grab my ass, his other hand sliding up my shirt. I let out a half-moan-half-laugh against his lips, feeling him push his groin harder into me. He’s hard. I can feel it. “Your students are right there,” I whisper. “I know,” he says, kissing my bottom lip. “But by the gods, I want you so badly.” He pulls at my shirt slightly, looking at me hungrily. Is this really about to happen? I get my answer when Dimitri takes charge and tries to pull off my shirt. I let my bag drop to the floor and let him strip it off of me. He runs his hands over the fur on my chest, smiling slightly to himself. He leans in to kiss me again but I stop him. “Maybe you should tell them your office hours are over?” I suggest. But he doesn’t care. “Forget about them,” he says, which just makes my cock twitch in my pants. He kisses me hard, sliding his hand easily into the back of my pants and gripping my ass. I hum slightly, gripping the back of his shirt as he gropes me. I slide my hands around to his front, making quick work of his belt. Within seconds, my hands are pulling his cock out from his fly, stroking it. He’s already hard for me as we kiss. And then, I go down. He seems surprised at how abruptly I break the kiss, but I’m eager to get my lips around his meat. I take him in before I even squat down fully, humming softly on his cock. He lets out a little grunt but keeps quiet. After all, his students are right outside. That only heightens this experience. I take it almost as a challenge. I don’t know these people. I won’t ever know these people. So I decide to have a little fun by taking him deep and making the blowjob loud. I open my lips slightly as I choke, audibly gagging and coughing and slurping. I’m sure anyone listening in closely enough would understand what’s going on. He pulls away though, maybe thinking I’m being a little too daring. But then he pulls me to my feet, kisses me deeply, and starts moving me towards the desk, pinning me against it. It’s a quick kiss though. He pulls back ever so slightly, sounding almost breathless. “Is it terrible of me to want to fuck you right now?” he says in a soft voice, right against my lips. My hole twitches. “No.” He grins and kisses me again. As we kiss, he reaches around me to move the clutter out of the way before having me lie down across his desk like in a classic porn scenario. That thought actually makes me laugh slightly. I feel like this trip has become one weird (albeit very sexy) porn scenario. And then he starts pulling my pants off my hips. I help him a bit, wiggling around until they’re down mid-thigh. Then, he grabs my ankles and lifts my legs back, exposing my ass to him. My view of him is blocked by my pants but I feel his hands grab the back of my thighs before I feel his tongue. I gasp slightly, biting my lip and clutching the edge of the desk as he eats me out. My hole twitches at the contact, which seems to only intensify his work. I close my eyes and feel him everywhere, sending those lovely shivers right up my spine as his tongue laps at and around my pucker, his facial hair adding an extra little tickling sensation that makes me squirm slightly. But as much as I want him to eat me out all day, we should be quick. He has class, after all. “Hurry up,” I beg him. He kisses my hole once before pulling back and then pausing. Then, I hear him swear. I feel his forehead against one of my cheeks, and I look down, asking him what’s wrong. “Guess what I don’t have?” he says, standing up. I groan, putting my hand on my forehead. “Not again.” With his hands on my hips, he looks down in between us. He seems to be thinking about something. “I don’t usually fuck without a condom,” he starts to say, and I resist grinning. Usually? Does the ‘usually’ mean ‘when I’m not with my son’? “But…” I lick my lips. Is he suggesting it? I see his eyes flicker to mine as if asking me to say something reassuring. “I’ve always played it safe, too,” I tell him. His eyes seem to light up, and he grips my hips a little more tightly. “Promise?” Okay, maybe I’m slightly lying. But the last time I didn’t use a condom was half a year ago, and I’ve been tested multiple times since then. “Promise,” I say, reaching forward to touch his cock and rub it against me invitingly. He grunts a bit, pushing against me. But then he stops. “I don’t have any lube, either.” “Just spit on it,” I tell him. “I can handle it.” I watch him spit into his palm and listen to the squishy sounds of his hand against his cock, coating it with saliva. He looks me dead in the eye as his cock nudges my hole, and I can’t look away. It’s like I’m hypnotized. He pushes forward and my mouth opens as the head slides in, followed by a few more inches of his cock. I grip the desk with both hands. He slides in until his hand hits my ass, and then he moves his hand out of the way before sliding the rest of himself in. We both moan out at the same time: when he gets in balls-deep. This makes us both laugh, and we share a little humor in this intimate moment before he starts rocking his hips. I feel his hand wrap around my cock as he thrusts. When he plays with the head, he can feel the precum get on his fingers, and I watch him bring those fingers to his lips and suck my juices off tenderly. He licks his lips and then looks down at me, smiling and giving me an extra hard thrust that slides me forward on the desk. I grunt out at that, laughing slightly as his cock explores my backside. As I reach down to grab my dick, he holds my thighs tightly to keep me sliding away from him. It’s been a while since I’ve had some raw dick inside me, and I forgot how much I miss it. Sometimes you don’t really notice the condom, but the experience is totally heightened by skin-to-skin contact. Nothing separates us. The thought alone gets me fired up faster, and I stroke my cock at rapid-speed, looking down at it. Guess I’m about to make a mess of myself. I don’t stop when I get close, and I grunt as I finally cum, spraying my load all over my torso. Dimitri groans slightly, feeling me cumming, and laughs at the sight of me. “What a load,” he says, running his thumb over a line of cum. I pant a bit, running my fingers through my hair. “Your fault,” I say, smiling slightly. He’s still planted inside of me, unmoving. “Did you finish?” “Not yet,” he says. “Let me,” I suggest before he can say anything, and I push him back lightly. He gets the hint and pulls out of me, and I slide of the desk and go back to my knees, taking him into my mouth without hesitation. He groans, his hands going right into my hair as I slobber on his cock, drool dripping heavily down my chin and even onto my torso as I blow him. I could care less. I just want his cum. He gives it to me after a minute. He pushes me back and takes a hold of his cock, jerking himself off as his breathing gets a little louder. I look up at him, mouth open and tongue out, ready to receive. He sets the head of his cock right on my tongue and pauses, and a second later, he starts to cum, feeding me a thick load. I let it fill my mouth a little before wrapping my lips around the head and swallowing it down as I get it, humming slightly and massaging his balls gently. When I pull off, Dimitri says “Whew!” and I laugh slightly, blushing. I feel like a whore, and I love it. I stand up as Dimitri puts his cock away while searching https://www.izmitescortlarim.com/” title=”escort izmit”>escort izmit for something. I notice he grabs the paper towels off of a shelf. He brings them to me. “Here,” he says, chuckling a bit, helping me clean up. “Thanks,” I say, laughing slightly. I fix my pants and then look around for my shirt. “I’m glad I caught you before class, professor,” I say, seeing my shirt near the wall. How’d it get so far away? Dimitri laughs. “Me too,” he says, watching me as I redress myself. “But I still want to see you tonight.” “You might get what you want,” I tease, smiling and then grabbing my bag. “Do I look like I just did something I shouldn’t have?” “A bit,” he says with an amused expression. He fixes my hair for me, adjusts my glasses, and even tucks in my shirt for me (which I find strangely erotic). Then, after smoothing out my clothes, he nods. “Much less conspicuous.” I grin a bit. “Thank you.” I lean up and kiss him gently, and we plan out when we’re meeting tonight before I do the walk of shame proudly past the line of strangers outside Dimitri’s door. I spend the day mostly outdoors just walking around the area around campus and getting inspired by the architecture and color schemes. It gives me ideas for the beginnings of a collection, and I sketch those ideas out before I forget them. Once it gets close to 6 o’clock, I start making my way over to Dimitri’s apartment. When I knock, Dimitri answers the door with a smile, a little towel draped over his shoulder and a wooden spoon in his hand. “You can just come in, you know,” he says, letting me in. “I don’t want to be rude,” I say, stepping inside and smelling the apartment as he shuts the door. “Damn, it smells good in here.” I also hear music in the background. Piano, but New Age style. “Hope you like pasta,” he says with a chuckle. “It’s my specialty.” “I’m always up for pasta,” I say, following him into the kitchen. It looks intense. There are three pots and a skillet on the stove (why he needs all four burners, I can’t be certain), an array of spices on the counter nearby, and what looks to be freshly baked bread. “Did you make this?” I ask, coming over to point to the bread as he stirs something. “Yeah. It’s not seasoned or anything–” “Allow me,” I interject, grinning slightly. “Time to prove my worth.” We chat a bit as I work on the bread and he finishes up saut�ing vegetables and spices. He mixes them with the homemade sauce and the penne before bringing the pot to the table. I let the bread sit in the oven for a little bit as we sit down and dig in. I savor the first bite and close my eyes before swallowing. “Wow. This is delicious.” He smiles at me. “You think so? I wasn’t sure if I added too much garlic.” “It’s perfect,” I say, taking another bite. “My tongue is very pleased.” He laughs, eyeing me. “Well, as long as your tongue is happy.” He takes a bite as well, chewing as if considering the taste. It’s sort of amusing watching him internally critique his own cooking. “What about your tongue?” I ask. “Is he happy?” Dimitri grins slightly before shrugging. “He’s tasted better,” he says, glancing down my body, and we both laugh at his implication. “In all honesty, though,” he says, sitting up a little straighter, “you are… kind of exquisite.” Exquisite? No one has ever called me something like that before. “Flattery will get you everywhere,” I say, laughing. “I’m serious though,” he says with a smile. “Plus, you’re a refreshing change. I haven’t had too many hairy boys in my bed.” Hearing him call me “boy” sends a little tingle down my spine. And up my cock. “It doesn’t bother you?” “Not at all, Benji,” he assures me. “I find it quite sexy.” Just then, the oven timer goes off. I hop out of my seat to grab the bread out of the oven, bringing it to the table with a smile and cutting off a center piece for him. “Taste this,” I say, handing a slice to him. He grins slightly as I sit back down before taking a bite, nodding with his eyebrows cocked. “Wow,” he says, swallowing. “That’s incredible.” “Isn’t it?” I say, smiling and reaching for a piece of my own. “Surprisingly balanced and flavorful,” he says, turning the bread over in his hands, studying it. “Secret family recipe,” I say, chuckling. “Emphasis on the secret.” “A secret, huh?” Dimitri says, grabbing his wine with his other hand. “I bet you have lots of secrets.” I look at him as he sips his wine and laugh slightly. “Maybe a couple.” “Care to share?” I smile. “They’re called secrets for a reason,” I say, going back to my meal. He laughs. “Well, what really makes a secret a secret?” “I mean…” I pause, thinking. “What do you mean?” He leans forward a bit. “Why do you keep certain things about yourself, or certain events in your past, hidden? Why some things and not others?” “I don’t know. Embarrassment?” I shrug. “Plus, it’s a matter of protecting one’s self.” “That’s fair,” he says, nodding. “What do these secrets concern?” I hesitate before saying “Sex.” “So they’re sexy secrets?” He smirks slightly before taking another sip of his wine. “I won’t lie, you’ve got my attention.” I blush slightly. “Honestly, I’m sure it’s not as crazy as you’re anticipating,” I say, trying to laugh it off. “It’s just… you know. Porn and the like. Stuff I keep to myself.” “Do you watch a lot of porn?” he asks as he returns to his pasta. Considering I was mildly-addicted from puberty through my 20s? “Yeah, I guess. Do you?” “Not particularly,” he says, wiping his lips with a napkin. “I’m quite picky.” “I’m not,” I say with a laugh. “For me, frequenting that sort of content, it developed all these new…” I try to find the right word. “Perversions” would be the correct one, but I’m not trying to be that honest. “Fantasies?” I say. “Like?” It’s like he’s asking me to say it. But I’ve never admitted my fascination with incest to anyone. And I come so close to just blurting it out, but something stops me. So I go with something much more tame. “Being tied up.” “Really?” he says, looking intrigued. “I can’t say I’m knowledgeable on the BDSM scene.” “Well, I wouldn’t take it that far,” I clarify. “I find that stuff interesting, but the only thing I’ve really wanted to try myself was having my hands tied or something along those lines.” Being blindfolded, too. “Aren’t you very sexually active?” he asks me. It’s not in a “Aren’t you a slut?” kind of way. Just a simple question. “I wouldn’t say ‘very’,” I say, blushing. “But… yeah.” At least, compared to him, I’m probably a bit of a whore. He doesn’t sleep around nearly as much as I do, and I’m not even that bad. But then again — I don’t have a Nik. “No one to try it with?” “No one I trust,” I explain. He nods in understanding. “Giving up control.” “Exactly.” He looks at me for a bit, smiling slightly. “I’ve done it before,” he says, taking more bread. That surprises me. At a glance, you wouldn’t expect Dimitri to be into something like that. “Really? How was it?” “Invigorating,” he says with a small laugh. “I had my hands tied behind my back, and I was blindfolded, and had on noise cancellation headphones.” “Oh, wow,” I say, imagining what that must feel like. Your response to touch must be heightened ten-fold. Which is essentially what he tells me. “I was… very receptive,” he says with a slight laugh. Then he looks at me curiously. “Why’s that a secret to you?” he asks. “Wanting to be sexually explorative is hardly criminal.” “I guess,” I say. “But it’s like with any secret. You keep it to yourself so people don’t use it against you. In any capacity.” He tilts his head, nodding. “Yes, I suppose you’re right.” I bite my lip. “Don’t you have a secret like that?” He doesn’t look at me. He just glances at the wine in his glass as he swirls it around. “Yeah,” he says, half-smiling, and only just with his lips. What does he think about when he thinks of Nik? Does he picture him in a normal father-son sort of way, or do his thoughts automatically veer off towards the bedroom? He looks at me, shifting slightly. “Well, if you are ever curious enough to try one of your fantasies, don’t hesitate to ask.” At first, I think of being tied up. Weirdly enough, I’m sure, if the moment struck, I’d choose trust Dimitri. But I don’t even think about that scenario that much, because (since I was just wondering about Nik) I have other fantasies on the brain. I don’t know if I can NOT say something about what I saw last night. And the longer I think about it, the more I realize, I have nothing to lose here. It’s not my secret, it’s Dimitri’s and Nik’s. This could only really work to my benefit — if he doesn’t decide to tell me to fuck off, that is. “Speaking of which, actually,” I start to say, “we should talk about something.” He pauses in the middle of a bite to look at me. “Yes?” Something about his stare strikes me silent. It’s not hostile in any way. I think it’s just because, now that he has his eyes on me, I feel warm, and heavy, and embarrassed. But why? Maybe because I was spying, sure, but that’s hardly the most embarrassing part of this situation. “I… uh…” I laugh nervously, rubbing my forehead. “Suddenly, I can’t speak.” Maybe it’s the confrontation aspect of this. I’m not good at this sort of thing. I take a breath and then look at him. Finding it too intimidating to meet his eyes, I look at his nose while I speak. “I… um… Well… I saw… um…” Just spit it out, Ben, Jesus Christ. It’s not that hard. I. Saw. You. Fucking. Your. Son. Six easy words. A second ago I was all for this idea, but now that I’m actually trying to say something to his face, I find it all terribly nerve-racking. “I don’t know how to address this properly.” Now I’m getting frustrated at myself. Is there even a “proper” way to address it? Just say what you saw and go from there. Done. Dimitri shifts a bit, and I notice that he’s getting red too. He chews and looks at his plate for a moment before glancing at me. “Is this about last night?” I blink. I knew it. I fucking knew it. I was right. “You did see me, didn’t you?” “I wasn’t positive,” he says. “I was hoping I imagined it, but…” He looks ashamed, deeply ashamed, and I suddenly feel bad for bringing it up. Then he looks at me. “You’re not mad, are you?” he asks in earnest. “Mad?” Seems an odd choice of words. Do I look mad? “Yeah, just…” He seems to catch himself and then rubs his hands in his face. “Fuck.” “I… No, I’m not mad,” I say, trying to reset my thoughts. “Why would I be mad?” “I don’t know,” he says, looking as if he’s searching for a reason. “Maybe… I don’t know. I don’t want you to think I’m sneaking behind your back or something,” he decides. He’s making it sound like he’s cheating on me. To which I don’t know how to respond, because it raises the question: Are we in a relationship? One thing at a time, though, Benjamin. Before he continues speaking, he smiles slightly, but it’s an embarrassed sort of smile. “I know Nik and I have an… unconventional relationship,” he says, and in my head, I laugh. “And I know how, you know, crazy and taboo it seems. But what you saw, that’s not us. I mean…” He sighs. “Well, it is, obviously, but there’s just so much other than– Gods, I hope you don’t hate me now,” he says with a heavy sigh, running his fingers through his hair. “I don’t hate you, Dimit–” “It’s tough, you know? I promise I’ve tried to stop so many times, tried to put up boundaries, do what’s right, but, well, maybe you can tell, Nik can be… insistent. And persuasive. Has been ever since he was little, and I’ve always found it hard to tell him no. He’s my boy after all, and– Gods, I’m so embarrassed right now,” he says with a slightly laugh, fidgeting a lot with his hands, his face as red as I’ve ever seen it. He starts fanning himself off. “I’m sorry. I’m just–” he says before sneaking a glance at me. “What are you thinking?” “What am I thinking?” I’m thinking a lot of things, Dimitri. “I don’t know.” Where do I start? “I understand if you disapprove.” “It’s not that,” I say quickly, shaking my head. “And you don’t have to keep https://www.izmitescortlarim.com/escort/izmit-escort” title=”izmit escort”>izmit escort making excuses. It’s just… It’s still a lot to process.” I’ve had a whole day to think about what I saw last night, but him talking about it out loud has me reeling all over again. He sighs a bit, rubbing his forehead. “I hate that you found out that way. And my intention wasn’t to scare you off,” he adds, looking at me, “because I’m so excited about you, about us, and I know it’s insane, I’m fully aware of how insane and wrong it is, but if you could just–” “Hey, hey,” I say, reaching over to grab his hand to have him calm down. “Relax. You’re not scaring me off.” Quite the opposite, really. “I’m just curious. That’s all.” A slightly white lie — I’m much more than curious, but I don’t want to sound too eager right now when he’s so clearly distressed. He stares at me for a bit before looking away, giving my hand a squeeze. “Okay. Okay.” Then he laughs a bit. “I’m sorry. I’ve never talked about this with anyone before.” “I figured,” I say with a smile, rubbing his hand with my thumb. He glances at me slightly. “It really doesn’t bother you?” How do I hint that I’m a little turned on right now? “Not in the slightest,” I say. I bite my lip before continuing. “Honestly, I find it fascinating. And… well… a little sexy.” He has a surprised look on his face. “Really?” “Yeah.” My heart is racing. Now it’s out in the open. His expression doesn’t change except for the slightest hint of a smile. His eyes scan my face in a calculating way, and I don’t even know what I look like right now. Do I look nervous? Hungry? A little too excited? Can he tell how into it I am? But then he sighs out heavily, letting go of my hand to focus back on his meal. He moves around the pasta a bit with his fork. “I guess that makes me feel a little better about it.” “Do you really feel that bad about it?” I ask. “Well… No, I suppose not,” he says with a half-smile. “But most people would expect me to.” “I’m not most people.” He looks at me again, scratching his head as he scans my face. He’s probably waiting for me to come to my senses and denounce him. “I’m sorry,” he says eventually. I laugh. “Why are you sorry?” “I don’t know. I just feel like I should apologize,” he says with a slight laugh. “I haven’t been this nervous since… I don’t even know how long.” “We don’t have to talk about it right now if you don’t want to,” I say (reluctantly). “I want to talk about it,” he says, glancing at me. “With you. I really do. I’m just finding it hard for some reason.” “It’s a weird subject,” I say with a slight laugh. He laughs too. “I suppose it is.” There’s a pause, and I find myself looking at him for a bit before I dare to ask a question I’ve been dying to know. “Did you… you know,” I start to say, “with your other son too?” “Oh Gods, no,” he says, laughing as if I had suggested the craziest thing in the world. “No. Never. He’s as heterosexual as can be,” he says with a slight smile. “Plus, the bond that Nik and I have, I never really had with Jeff.” I snort. “Jeff?” “Yes.” “He’s your eldest?” He nods. “You named him Jeff?” I ask, giving him a short laugh. How could he, Dimitri, name his first born something as banal as Jeff and then name his second son Nikolaos? “No wonder he doesn’t speak to you.” I immediately bite my lip, regretting my words. It was a joke, of course. That’s just my kind of humor. But, considering the surprised face he just made, I feel like I may have hit a nerve. I get warm in the face. “I’m sorry, that was totally insensitive–” He shakes his head. “It’s okay. Really,” he says, grabbing my hand again. “I get it. I didn’t want to name him Jeff either,” he says with a slight smile. “But, Clarissa insisted. After her father.” I bite my lip a bit. He hasn’t talked much about Jeff at all. Whenever he talks family, the conversation usually revolves around Nikolaos. Or, occasionally, he’ll offer little anecdotes about his late wife. “Why don’t you two talk anymore?” I ask him. All he has said to me is that they’re “estranged.” He runs his finger over the rim of his wine glass. “He was always a difficult kid for me. He wasn’t a bad kid, necessarily. But something never sat right between us. And it took a toll on me.” “A toll?” “You know how everyone always says how you’re supposed to love your kids equally?” he asks. I nod. “I just… didn’t.” He sighs slightly. “Jeff and I never got a long, especially after his mom died, and Nik and I have always so close, right from the get-go. I think he resented that. And when he found out about Nik and myself…” He shrugs. “That was it.” Maybe that’s why he asked me if I was mad. Maybe Jeff freaked out. That must be the real reason why he left home. “I’m sorry,” I say softly. I give his hand a little squeeze. “Where’s he now?” “With Clarissa’s parents, in Sweden. They tell me he’s doing well.” “Do you miss him?” I ask. He laughs slightly through his nose, turning to me now. “Can I be honest with you?” “Of course.” “I don’t,” he admits, looking back at his wine. “Not really.” That’s harsh, but totally understandable. You can’t force yourself to love your kid if you don’t, nor can you honestly love your kids equally, truly equally — though I guess that’s just a matter of opinion. “Besides, I have Nikky,” he says, smiling before he catches himself. He jolts slightly, as if thinking he had said too much. He looks back at me. “Please don’t tell anyone about us.” “I won’t,” I assure him, ready to take this to my grave. “You can trust me.” We continue to spend the rest of the week together — so often, in fact, that it’s almost a waste of money to keep my hotel room. But despite how great and welcoming Dimitri is, I do need my own space to fall back on every now and again. To recharge. So I’m often in my room when I need a break, but typically, when he’s not teaching, we’re together — out in the city, enjoying meals, lounging on the beach, having sex (or, as he says, “making love”), getting to know each other on increasingly deeper levels… And though I’m having an undeniably remarkable time with him, I’m dying to know more about him and Nik. But every time I bring up his son, Dimitri casually changes the subject or somehow shies away from the topic. He still seems embarrassed even though I’ve proven myself to be open to discussion. Eventually I just let it go. Maybe Nik will be more keen on offering up some information (assuming Dimitri has told Nik that I know). He’s supposed to return tonight, which makes me antsy. I’m wondering what’s going to happen. If anything is going to happen. Obviously, ideally, I’d get a front row seat on the action but I’m trying really hard not to let my fantasies get my hopes up. While I’m at my hotel, finally taking time to sort through emails, Dimitri calls me. I smile when I see his name pop up in my phone. We haven’t seen each other since early this morning since he works later on Fridays. Plus, Nik was supposed to be home maybe an hour ago, so I expected they needed some time to “catch up”. Whatever that may mean. My heart starts racing a bit as I glance at my phone. Is Dimitri home, or is he calling me from work? I pick up my phone. “Hey, gorgeous.” He chuckles. “Hi, handsome,” he says. “Where are you?” “The hotel. So many emails to get through.” “Can you ignore those for another night and come by?” “Are you home?” “Yes,” he says. “Bring stuff to stay.” Eagerly. But of course, I have to ask the pressing question. “Is Nik back?” “No,” he says. “His train was severely delayed so he’ll be a while.” Damn it. All this anticipation is really stressing me out. “But I have a surprise for you.” I perk up a bit, grinning. “Oh? What surprise?” “You’ll see if you come by this evening.” I bite my lip. “Let me just shower and I’ll come right over.” “Good.” I shower and pack an overnight bag before making my way across town to Dimitri’s apartment. When I get there, I let myself in like he has repeatedly told me to, and when I call out for him, I hear a door down the hall close. He emerges from the hallway with a smile when he sees me, still in his slacks and button-up from teaching. Before I get another word out, he’s in front of me, kissing me, pressing me against the door, holding onto the small of my back and the back of my head. “That’s one way to say hello,” I say, face flushed and pants bulging a little more than usual when he finally pulls away. He just smiles a bit, stroking my jaw with a few fingers. “I want to do something with you.” “Okay,” I say, amused, urging him to explain. “And you can say no.” “Okay…” “But I trust you, and I want to prove that you can trust me.” What the hell is he talking about? Before I respond, he takes my hand and leads me down the hallway to his bedroom. I look around a bit for anything out of the ordinary, but everything looks the same. He heads to his dresser, pulls open the top drawer, and removes a few things. My eyes go wide in surprise when he turns around. “What do you think?” he asks, holding up a few ropes of silk. Out of context, I would not have understood what they meant, but he also has a pair of large headphones. Those must be the noise cancellation ones he was talking about. Which also means– “Where did you get those?” “Bought them today,” he says with a smile. “I’ve been looking around for the right pair for you.” For me? “Dimitri…” I laugh nervously. “This is crazy.” “Is it?” he asks, grinning. “Do you not want to?” “I don’t know,” I say, scratching my temple. My heart is racing because of the nerves. But my cock? My cock is pulsing. “I want to make you feel good,” he says, coming closer to me. “Again, you can say no,” he says, kissing me, “but you’re in very capable hands.” I bite my lip, thinking about it. It’s not that I don’t want to do it. But I can’t pretend like I’m not nervous. Or scared. “I don’t want to be tied to the bed,” I say after a moment. “Of course.” “And I only want my hands tied together.” “Not a problem.” He holds up the silk. “What about being blindfolded?” I laugh, but when I look up at him, I feel a little calmer. “Okay, fine. The works.” He grins and kisses me again before pulling back. “Get your clothes off,” he says, setting the headphones on the bed and picking out which pieces of silk he wants. I strip down to my underwear, tossing my clothes to the floor and adjusting my cock so that it’s outlined horizontally in my briefs. I can’t believe I’m this hard already. Dimitri comes over to me and takes my wrists, starting to tie them together in front of me. “Do you want a safe word?” he asks me. I hadn’t even thought of that. “Um. ‘Stop’?” He laughs. “Fair.” He kisses my shoulder and then my neck. I moan slightly, leaning into him a bit. Instinctively, I want to wrap my arms around him, but my wrists are bound and I can’t budge them. What have I gotten myself into? He guides me to the bed, resting me on my back. “Comfortable?” he asks. “Yeah,” I say softly, nodding. He smiles and then grabs another bit of silk. “Time for the blindfold.” He takes my glasses from me and sets them on the nightstand. As I lift my neck, he ties the silk around my head, making sure it’s snug and my eyes are fully covered. The strip is thick enough to feel like a sleep mask, almost. I’m getting more nervous by the minute. Hands, check. Eyes, check. Just one thing left. “You okay?” he asks. “Yeah,” I say automatically. “You sure?” I feel his hand stroke my chin. “We can stop whenever you want. Just say the word.” “Okay,” I say, nodding but saying nothing further. I listen to him shuffling around. Then, I hear his clothes start to come off. It’s strangely suspenseful, just listening to him strip down, knowing he’s getting naked and ready to… what, use me? I don’t even know what he has in store for me. Christ. The bed shifts as he gets on it and I swallow thickly. He gets close to me. I feel his presence on my left side. “I’m going to put the headphones on now,” he says. “You ready?” I take a deep breath. Time for the plunge, I guess. “Do https://www.izmitescortlarim.com/escort/izmit-kendi-evi-olan-escort” title=”izmit kendi evi olan escort”>izmit kendi evi olan escort it.” When he slips the headphones over my ears, it’s like I’ve fallen into total darkness. I can’t hear a single thing outside of my body. Even as the bed shifts, I expect to hear the rustling of the sheets, but I hear nothing of the sort. Everything is so muted to the point where it’s like I’m deep in sleep. These are heavy fucking duty headphones. I breathe a little heavier, getting a bit anxious. But then, I feel a calming hand on my torso. Dimitri runs it up and down before straddling me. Two hands now. They roam my upper body as if giving me a light massage, but his hands suddenly feel ten times better than they’ve ever felt. Touch is the only sense I’m really using now. I can’t hear, and I can’t see. Dimitri slides up further and my knuckles nudge against his crotch. He’s naked. I can feel his cock resting against my fingers. I adjust my hand slightly to try and get a grip on it, and he notices. He guides my fingers around his cock and I feel its shape more surely than I have before. It feels so warm and alive and, eventually, solid. It’s also making me salivate. His hands slip under my arms to get to my chest. He grabs at my pecs lightly before his fingers tease my nipple. I moan out, arching my back. Usually my nipples are not that sensitive, but right now? Fuck. It’s like a little electric spark running through me. He does it again, pinching lightly, and my back arches a little more until he lets go. Then, he taps my arms, signaling for me to lift them up, and when I do so, I feel him shifting. I start anticipating his next move, but I’m not prepared for his mouth. His tongue laps at my hard nipple and I probably moan louder than ever. He sucks on it slowly, his hands roaming my body, lightly scratching as he moves. I can’t sit still. My legs are writhing a bit, feeling the intensity as he moves to the next nipple and gives it the same treatment. Goddamn it, Dimitri. You were right. He slowly kisses down my body, his hands always busy touching me in some way. Then, he starts peeling away my underwear. I gasp a little as he pulls my briefs off my ankles, leaving me totally bare on his bed. I can’t even tell if I’m hard or not. I’m sure I am. But it feels like such a distant limb until his fingers wrap around it. I swear loudly, laughing a little as he gropes my extremely erect cock. His movements are calculated, slow, deep, wet. He must have added spit. Or maybe lube. Either way, his fist is tight around the head of my cock, squeezing repeatedly, and I am beside myself with pleasure. He must enjoy seeing me squirm. And then he lets go. I feel his finger tease up the underside of my cock all the way to the tip, over and over, and it makes my dick jump and twitch and throb and ache. I’m sure I’m whimpering by now. My dick is dying for proper attention. Please give it some. I think I say it out loud. “Please.” But I’m not entirely sure. I’m too distracted by the sensations. Suddenly I feel his lips on the head and I grunt. Then his tongue slides slowly over the ridges before he finally, fucking finally guides me into his mouth. Maybe I’ve never really appreciated how warm and wet a nice mouth is before, but I sure am appreciating it now. I know exactly where his tongue is at all times. I can guess exactly how deep he’s taking it. And when I feel the head of my cock ease its way into his throat, I feel nothing but my dick. It’s like I am nothing but my cock. He pulls away and I pant slightly. There’s a lull in the physical contact, and it worries me until I feel his fingers on my lips, sliding into my mouth. I suck on two of them, working my tongue around them as he works them back and forth. Fuck, even his fingers taste good, and I miss them once he pulls them out. But I guess where they’re going. He spreads my legs more and I feel those wet fingers rub up against my hole. Whatever I felt with my nipples I feel from my hole tenfold. A surge goes up my spine and goosebumps scatter all over my body, giving me that faded tingling sensation all over. He’s teasing me, only giving me light touches and stroking my hole in slow, circular motions. But God, I need it. I lift my legs a bit to give him better access, and he holds the back of one of my thighs to make it easier for me. I expect him to just ease his finger right in me. But he doesn’t. Instead, I’m treated to his tongue. I can’t even moan. My mouth is open, and I inhaled deeply once I felt the contact but I can’t exhale. I can’t make noise. It’s trapped in my throat as he holds my leg all the way back and dives in with his tongue. I wish I had done this sooner. Been tied up, blindfolded, and made deaf. All these years, I could have been eaten out like this. I’m not sure if I’ve ever felt so good from a sexual act. It’s a mix of this tickling sensation with pure unadulterated pleasure. Relaxing, but almost painfully exhilarating. It’s close to how an orgasm feels, but as if it were drawn out over a few minutes of Dimitri doing what he does best. He starts to add a finger as he keeps licking me. It slips in easily, and he works it back and forth before adding another. He kisses my taint as he works my hole, stretching me out, curling his fingers just right to hit my prostate. It feels like he’s just making me ride on the edge of orgasm all night. If my eyes weren’t covered, I’d be blinded with pleasure. God, I’m going to be exhausted by the end of this session. I just know it. After a while, he pulls away, and I take a moment to catch my breath and wind down. I never expected it to feel this good. I knew it’d probably be exciting, sure, but this is a whole other level of pleasure. Watch. Soon I’ll become a BDSM junkie. And it wouldn’t be possible if it were just anyone. I’ve only known this man for a short time, but I’m already doing things with him that I’d never consider doing with fuckbuddies I’ve known for years back in New York. Dimitri isn’t touching me. He isn’t even on the bed. I don’t sense his presence for a while, so I say his name. Immediately, I feel his hand touch my ankle in response, telling me that he’s still here. So what’s he doing? I get my answer a few moments later. He gets onto the bed in between my legs and then I feel his fingers against my hole again. This time, though, they’re cold. They’re lubed up, and he’s rubbing the outer rim, getting me ready for his cock. I know my hole is twitching in anticipation, and my heart is pounding so loudly in my ears. This might kill me. The rimjob was almost too much to handle, and that was just his tongue and a few fingers. What’s his cock going to do to me? He lifts my legs, giving my calves a strangely firm grip. I feel the head of his cock teasing at my hole and I gasp a bit, shivers running through my whole body. Then, he pushes forward. My ring expands as he works his way in, and I swear I can feel every damn inch of him, every vein, every pulse. It’s like I’m feeling a whole new cock inside me with this new perspective. He sinks his way in easily and then starts working his hips back and forth at a steady pace. I can hardly breathe. No, I definitely can’t breathe. I’m stunned. It’s like a deep massage inside of me, or like he’s scratching an itch I didn’t know I had. I don’t fucking know. It feels incredible. Divine, even. All I feel is his cock, thick and hot, working its way back and forth, stretching me the perfect amount, reaching depths I hadn’t really noticed before when I had other senses to focus on. The way he’s fucking me, too, feels different. Something about the style. I can’t put my finger on it, but fuck yes, Dimitri. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. And then, my heart almost gives out. I feel someone shifting on the bed. It can’t be Dimitri. That’s not possible. Dimitri’s still rocking his hips and gripping my legs, but I’m absolutely certain I felt the bed shift from new weight being added to it. And sure enough, the weight gets closer to me. I feel hands on the side of my head before they grip the headphones and slowly pull them off. Sound floods back into my ears. I hear the bed shaking, balls against my ass, the slick sounds of penetration, breathlessness. Especially my breathlessness. What’s going on? And then, the blindfold is pulled off of me. Even when I open my eyes, I feel like I’m in a dream. I must be. Because Dimitri’s not the one fucking me. It’s Nik. He’s blurry because I don’t have my glasses on, but I can tell it’s him grinning down at me slightly as he moves his hips in a steady manner. I’m stupefied for a moment. Of course that’s why it felt like a whole new dick inside me. Because it is. “Hey,” he says. I almost burst out laughing. Hey? That’s all you have to say to me right now? I turn my head and face Dimitri, who’s lying next to me. He smiles at me slightly, stroking my hair and jerking himself off. “Is this okay?” he asks, biting his lip a bit. “Is this o–?” But I get cut off by grunting from an especially deep thrust. Is he serious? Is this okay? “Yeah,” I say with a moan-ish laugh. “Yeah, it’s okay.” He leans in and starts kissing me, and I kiss him back with fervor. I can’t believe this is happening. Here I am, making out with Dimitri while his own flesh and blood is pumping his cock in and out of my ass. I must be dreaming. I must have fallen asleep with that blindfold on. I feel Dimitri’s hand slide over to my crotch as we kiss and he grips my cock. I moan loudly against his mouth. I find myself tensing my whole body, which makes Nik speed up his thrusts a bit. I’m so overwhelmed. I don’t know who to focus on, or what to say, or what even to think about. All I know is that I’m going to cum. I’m going to fucking cum and it’s going to be incredible. I break the kiss with Dimitri enough to tell him that I’m cumming. And then, Dimitri says “Atta boy” against my lips. I melt. I lose it instantly. My hips raise on their own as Dimitri’s hand and Nik’s cock bring me to probably the most incredible orgasm I’ve had in recent memory. It’s a full body experience, and I seem to ride it out for an extended period of time. My dick keeps pulsing and shooting out cum with no end in sight. I’m hypersensitive too. Nik’s still thrusting into me and it’s making my elongated moans get a little higher in pitch. My body’s instinct is to turn away — too much pleasure to handle. But I can’t. My hands are still tied and this father/son duo has me in their grips. Finally, just as I start to come down from the high, Nik pulls out of me. He immediately starts to cum. One hand teases his own nipple as his other hand jerks his load out over my cock and Dimitri’s hand (since Dimitri is still lightly stroking me). He pants lightly before giving his cock a few shakes, a string of cum flying around a bit. Dimitri uses his son’s cum as lube for his own dick, wiping the back of his hand on his shaft before gripping it tightly. Those lewd wet noises sound like music to my ears. Beautiful fucking music. And then, to make it even better, I get a close-up view of Nik and Dimitri doing something. Nik takes over for his father, wrapping his fingers around Dimitri’s cock and giving him a proper handjob. It’s totally pornographic, the way Nik expertly works his father over. He’s skilled, that’s for sure. Daddy must have taught him well. It doesn’t take long for Dimitri to cum after that. He groans, and all of us are eyeing Dimitri’s dick as his son milks the load out of him. He empties that thick cream over his lower torso before relaxing next to me, panting. I’m dead. I’ve died, I’m sure of that. I still feel like my orgasm hasn’t subsided totally; I feel little tingles throughout my body, and I lie waiting for them to dissipate. I look at Nik, who’s sitting between my legs, gently playing with Dimitri’s softening cock. Then I turn to Dimitri, who’s staring at the ceiling as he catches his breath. We’re all quiet. Someone needs to say something. Turns out it’s me. “Can someone untie me please?” I end up asking. Nik and Dimitri glance at each other before they start laughing. It’s just a snort at first. Then, a few giggles. Then, gradually, their laughs become louder as they fall into a fit. My body joins in automatically, unable to stop itself. And there we are, three sweaty, cum-drenched messes laughing for seemingly no reason at all.
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