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Chapter 113 ended
Just then Medas came into the kitchen and when he saw that J was there, he dashed across and gave J a big hug with a big smile to go with it. "Good to see you again. Are you with us for the night?" he asked.
"I don't know. The camp leaders said you would take me back when we are finished." J said.
"Yes Sacha will take you back on the motorcycle tomorrow. Tonight you will eat and then have a good time." Pandelakis said.
"Thank you." J responded and both Medas and Sacha put a hand down his front and each gave J's cock a rub in turn.
Chapter 114
With his cock gaining in length and girth, J used both his hands to rub the fronts of Medas and Sacha and give their hardening appendages a squeeze as they pushed out against the tight trousers straining to move from lying down the leg to pointing skyward, but that movement was severely curtailed by the tightness of those trouser legs. Soon enough J was able to make out the shape of the ridge of the boy's penis heads and give those a gentle squeeze also.
"Come we will show you to your table. Will you dance with us again tonight? Medas asked.
J hesitated a moment before answering and in panic Sacha cried out, "You must and this time I am going to take your trousers off nicely."
Knowing that the dancing was part of the foreplay for the night, J grinned at Sacha's outburst and then nodded his head agreeing to dance. "But you guys must also go commando." He said.
"What do you mean?" Sacha asked.
"You must keep your gun free. No underpants." J said just as they left the kitchen and entered into the public part of the restaurant.
Medas led him to a small table that had only two chairs which was beside the dance floor. "Beer or Ouzo?" he asked.
"Ah umm, I think a beer please." J replied.
"Don't worry; another friend will be coming to join you soon." Sacha said as he caressed J's shoulder. Then both waiters moved off; Medas to get J's beer and Sacha to do his job with the paying patrons. When Medas brought his beer he told J, "There is a boy from Holland coming tonight also. I will introduce you to him when he comes because we will sit him at this table also and will get him up to dance. He has not danced with us before, so please do not let on." And Medas winked at J to ensure J would guess correctly about what he was not to let on to the other boy. J was actually quite pleased about this as he did feel a bit spare sitting there by himself sipping on a beer. To while the time away, J tried looking around to see if he could pick out where the cameras were; but he was unsuccessful. There just was not a place that looked right to hide a camera nor was there any sign of those cameras; at least not that J could see from where he was sitting. In looking around though he made eye contact with the musicians and when they noticed him they held up a glass to him in greeting, showing that they recognised him from a fortnight previous. Suddenly J realised with a bit of a shock that this was all it had been. Just two weeks exactly since he had last sat beside the dance area in Pandelakis' restaurant with a difference. Yet so much had happened in those fourteen days.
J was very carefully nursing his beer, so when the other boy arrived about ten minutes after J had been served with his beer, he still had more than three quarters of it left. J knew that he still had the alcohol from the Ouzo which Spiro had bought him a few hours earlier in his system and he did not want to overload himself so that he would not be able to enjoy or maybe even participate in the sex he was now looking forward to which was keeping his cock in rigid state and leaking enough to have already soaked through his undies and was beginning to show now on his jeans. The boy who was led to his table was a stunner. At least J thought he was. He was about two inches taller than J but was thinner without being gaunt. He had light ash brown/blond hair and green eyes that looked like they would glow in the dark. His face was quite angular with high cheekbones and dimples when he smiled, which J was to find out happened a lot. Like J he was dressed in a polo shirt and jeans with trainers and his shirt displayed a well shaped chest with protruding nipples and a flat stomach. J was sure he would find washboard abs under that shirt. The jeans were fairly tight and left J certain that he packed bigger genitals than J's own. J guessed he was a couple of years older than himself also.
"J, this is Jan and he lives in Holland." Medas said by way of introduction. "Jan, this is J from England." Medas completed the introductions.
J stood and offered his hand to shake as he greeted Jan. "Hi, I believe you are joining me at my table." He said with a smile to show that Jan was welcome. Not that he really thought he had any choice in the matter anyway.
"Hello. Thank you." Jan replied while giving J hand a firm shake. J found his hand to be soft and yet strong; and there was definitely some chemistry in the hand shake which both young men noticed enough to look at each other, smiling.
J was not sure if Jan knew that he was gay, but J was fairly certain that Jan was because of him being included in the dance plan and already known to Medas at least.
"What brings you to Greece?" Jan asked once they had sat down and Medas had departed to get Jan a beer.
"I am a volunteer for the "Holidays by the Sea Association" and helping out at one of the campus' near here." J told him, "And you, are you on holiday?"
"Ja. I am here with some friends, but they are not quite the same as me and so have gone for another party." Jan answered, using a bit of Dutch and getting his grammar a little awry. "What is this Holidays by the Sea Association?"
"It is a charity that helps kids who come from less fortunate situations to get away on holiday for about ten days each year. Otherwise they would never go anywhere." J explained.
"You mean like poor people?" Jan asked.
"Yeah. Kids whose parents are dead or who have been taken from their parents because the parents weren't treating them right." J answered. "What do you mean that your friends are not quite the same?" he asked.
"Ah they are boyfriend and girlfriend and I am alone." Jan answered defensively.
"You mean that you do not have a boyfriend with you?" J asked again.
"No. We ah ... how do you say it ... came apart." Jan struggled to find the English words.
"I think you mean that you broke up." J suggested.
"Yes, that is it. We broke up." Jan confirmed.
Medas returned with Jan's beer and laid his customary hand on Jan's shoulder as he served it. Then he turned to the next table and picked up two menus and again put his hand on Jan's shoulder, clearly giving it a squeeze, as he passed the menus to them. J felt a hand rest on his shoulder and Sacha was there, "Do you want some help choosing J?" he asked.
"Thank you, yes please. I want some sheep this time." J told him.
Sacha leaned down with his head close to J's but on the other side to the shoulder he was holding. Then he allowed his hand to slip down to palm J's breast while he pointed to an item on the menu and told J that it was `of the sheep'. Then Sacha snaked his tongue out and gave J's ear a little lick. None of which was missed by Jan and so now he was sure of J's leaning. Perhaps this was why Sacha made such an extrovert show of it.
When the two waiters had left them alone again, Jan reached across the table and covered J's hand with his and asked straight out. "I think you are like me and prefer the male?"
J saw no point in hiding it and confirmed to Jan that he was correct.
"Perhaps we can continue after dinner?" Jan enquired.
"I think that would be nice," J said, "but I am a guest of this restaurant and will have to check with them first." J knew that Jan was included in the plans as far as he showed willing, but could not think fast enough of another answer that would not let on without him having to lie.
"Ah, that waiter, he is your special friend?" Jan asked putting two and two together and coming up with six.
"Well not exactly. I have a boyfriend, but he is back in England now. Sacha and Medas are just friends of friends." J was finding this quite hard work. "But you already know Medas?" he turned the question.
"Well, yes. Medas was on the beach this morning and he has a beautiful body and so I accidently swam into him." Jan explained and had a big grin on his face. He knew the accident was a cheesy way of finding an opportunity to talk.
The two continued to talk and discover each other while they ate their food and then when the next round of drinks came, Medas told Jan that he would be going to prepare for the dancing. Obviously he had already explained about the semi-cabaret that the restaurant offered some nights. As Medas made his way to the door he had gone through before, the other three waiters that made up the dancing quartet also peeled off and passed through the door. Then the band got up and moved across to slide the screen away and tune up. J's cock which had relaxed during the meal began to harden once again as the music started up and he wondered if he would now always get an erection when he heard Greek folk music because of the connection with this restaurant and what went on. The band played three of four numbers before the organist announced that there would now be a demonstration of traditional Greek dancing. The door opened and the four waiters, now dressed in the traditional Greek dress, came out and took their places. The routine followed a similar pattern to the one before and after a couple of dances, they announced they would be getting some volunteers to help. Immediately Medas and Sacha came to get Jan and J. Jan was not too sure until J encouraged him and told him it would be worth it in the end. Once again they had a beginners class and the two guests were dancing a few seconds behind the waiters.
Then came the part J had been waiting for and wondered how Jan would react. When they were made to don traditional costume with the able assistance of Medas of Sacha. J allowed Sacha to lift his shirt and take it off over his head while he was facing on to the audience and felt a little thrill when there were some calls of appreciation for his physique. He also kicked off his trainers and used his bare feet to push then to the back of the stage where he knew someone would pick them up and keep them safe for him. As his shirt came off his head he turned to look and saw Jan's shirt slide up his stomach revealing the rippled abs and the happy trail which was of a slightly darker shade than the sun bleached hair on Jan's head. As the shirt cleared Jan's pectorals J almost whistled in appreciation himself for they were beautifully sculptured and he had a light covering of hair between his two large nipples which were hard and proud set into big areolas that still showed darker than the tanned skin surrounding them. J was now sure this was one beautiful specimen of maleness and he desired to see more. Their frilly fronted shirts were put on and just the bottom two buttons were done up. This meant that they were open to their navels. Medas and Sacha turned the two guests so that their backs were to the audience while they fixed the kilts in place. Then Sacha knelt in front of J first and sliding his hands up under the kilt he gave J's hard cock a firm rub as his fingers felt for the fastening of J's jeans. Jan was clearly a little shocked with this move, but realised there was not much he could do without losing face with both the waiters and the audience and so he stayed where he was as Medas knelt in front of him.
Sacha had J's jeans undone in seconds but made out he was having a bit of difficulty when in actual fact he was giving J a bit of a wank having also pulled his underpants down at the front to release J's cock. Then when he could not drag it out any longer as Medas was already lowering Jan's jeans, he let go of J's cock and took hold of the jeans and undies at the same time and lowered them to where J could step out of them; losing both items of clothing together. With a raging hard on pushing the front of the kilt out a bit, he slipped his feet into the shoes with the pompoms on. This time when Sacha stood up, J was able to see that the front of his kilt was also slightly tented and so he thought that they must have agreed to go commando for J. J knew the routine and when they started on the Zorba dance he put a lot of effort into it and knew that he was displaying his cock and balls quite a bit and this was before they had even started the high flick kicks. J was actually looking forward to seeing the film of it in the morning. Also J was enjoying the liberation from the fear of this action getting back to the people he would normally associate with. His antics brought about a lot of clapping and cheering from the male part of the audience who were of the same leaning.
As the verses got faster and the tempo increased J noticed that Jan was getting more and more into it and relaxed more and so as they began to kick and flick together Jan was also adding to the display and although probably not aware of it yet he was enjoying the freedom of having his cock and balls swinging without the constraints of clothing. As a final fling, Jan did a high kick which turned into a backwards cartwheel and of course as he turned head over heals he displayed everything and J was fortunate enough to get a close up flash as Jan bared all before the six of them took off through the door at the back of the floor.
We go upstairs in the next chapter. See you then – Rick.