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"How about just having room service?"
"Sounds good."
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Nick's mother was very charming, yet intensely formal. It was like taking tea with the Queen of England. I could immediately see which side of the family Nick had got his good looks. She was tall, thin and very beautiful. She looked almost regal. It was nearly impossible to guess her age but she certainly appeared to be too young to have a son Nick's age.
She eyed me suspiciously from the outset.
"So, Nick tells me that you've been taking very good care of him." She said over dinner on her personal yacht.
It seemed almost like an accusation. And Nick seemed in a constant state of blush and would barely meet my gaze. I'd never seen him so suppliant and humble.
"Yes ma'am, he's been a very good friend to me." I answered.
During the entire dinner she maintained a civil but slightly contemptuous tone. Nick was uncharacteristically quiet, so I continued to spar with mother over my profession, politics and religious affiliations. She was tough, opinionated and downright confrontational when it came to the subject of marriage and children.
I knew precisely where she was going with this, but she obviously had too much class to broach the question directly. She wanted to know when I planned to leave her son in peace to pursue a more appropriate relationship.
In fact, when she actually did mention the word grandchildren, I saw Nick wince and take a deep gulp from his wine glass. She took note of his reaction as well.
I don't like anyone making Nick feel bad in any way, so I immediately went on the defensive.
It seems she had added to her fortune by burying rich husbands. Apparently, Nick's dad was during her period of rebellious slumming, because she was loaded, her family was loaded and she made no apologies for it. I don't blame her.
She was from a wealthy family and totally observed the European class system.
Anyway, her current husband was absolutely opposed to attending this dinner, which was why we were eating on the yacht.
"Well, you boys feel free to come back anytime." She dismissed us, as she left the table.
We both stood as you do in formal company, when a lady stands.
Once she had retired to her private quarters, Nick seemed to breath a little easier.
The weirdest thing happen after that, Nick got up came over to me.
"I love you." He said, grabbing me and holding on for dear life. I hugged him back.
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Prior to the meeting with Nick's mother, I'd booked a hotel suite as close to beach as possible on Mykonos. This was the real starting point of our vacation.
The Cyclades Islands are nothing like I've ever seen. So much beauty and culture, if you've never been there, I highly recommend it.
While we were there we also visited Santorini, Naxos and Paros.
This is the party capital of the world. Forget South Beach or even the beaches on the west coast of America. These people know how to party.
Nick and I were finally able to forget the horrors of the past few weeks.
"What do you think, Italy or France?" I asked him.
"You choose. You seem to have a better 'party radar' than me.
- COMMENTS
QuietScreamerover 4 years agoWhy don't these men ever use lube?! They would enjoy It so much more. Reading about the excruciating ordeal every time one of them is breached really confuses me as to why they don't wisen up and grab something a little slipperier than just mere spit.
NymzanSusaurenalmost 7 years agoI just happened to notice the comment on 'Not Understanding How A Person Could Enjoy A Fat Cock Up Their Ass', and thought I should tell you this...
Dude, either you haven't a clue how to do it properly, or you a Sado-Machosist, or just plain lazy. Lmao. I love the stories, but I wince in sympathy for you and your partners.
It should not hurt! If it hurts, you did it wrong, and that is dangerous. A little if you like it is fine, but I have had one jerk do me that way and it tore me up...badly. I wanted to murder the asswipe. Listen, if you just use a lot of lubricant...all over the dick going in and some around and inside of the ass being pounded...open with fingers and insert. Once past the entry point, do whatever you please and no pain. You would probably enjoy it more yourself even. No more spit shines and dry fucks, damn...my ass hurts imagining it! Still, love that you are who you are...I am into men, not bitchy boys.
Anonymousalmost 11 years agoYou are one obnoxious self-centered prick, dude. I'm so sorry I liked your writing once, because it says only so much about myself.
lacedaemonabout 11 years agoI thought this was a great story. The final parts with Marc and Jason seemed off kilter w/the rest of the story, but perhaps that's just me. I also found the lack of lube during sex a little odd - THEY NEVER HAD ANY....EVER??!!!
I hope this story will be continued at some point.
Anonymousabout 12 years agoBest story I've read in this site so far, the right type and quantity of romance and erotica. I finished it in one go, and I'll be waiting for more. My only fear is that you might go overboard with the plot and just end up separating the pair or killing either one to add more drama-- don't do that. It would make it hard for me to read the story again,because it touched my heart. Keep up the good work, and best of luck!
