Coming of Age
By: Brock Archer
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Chapter 19
Mykonos

With our driver out of sight, the other male model, Alex, approached me and grabbed my crotch, as he had done in the pose. He said something provocative about the size of my cock. I looked over to Troy, who grinned and gave me a nod that said to me, “Go ahead. Enjoy it.”

Just as Alex was reaching inside my swimsuit to release my cock Theo buried his face in Troy’s chest. Apparently, it was not just Greek women who went crazy over hairy chests.

Taking their cue from the guys, the two female models, Zoe and Thalia, wasted no time in accosting Johnny. They were all over him before he could say ‘hedonism.’

Alex went down on my cock and sucked like it would be his last meal. The more it grew, the more shocked and excited he became. I don’t speak Greek, but I would say his expression translated as something like “Holy Fucking Mother of God!” As Alex gorged himself on my cock, Zoe and Thalia caught sight of my schlong, and I could tell that they wanted it too.

While Alex sucked on me, Theo was on a marathon to lick every hair on Troy’s magnificent body. When he got down to Troy’s dick, he sucked for a bit and then licked down his perineum all the way to his asshole. Troy seemed unsure at that point; he had never been rimmed before; but he quickly decided that he liked it. It became obvious that Theo was prepping Troy to receive his cock. Troy looked to me as I had looked to him, and I just gave him a thumbs up.

Zoe and Thalia seemed enthralled with Johnny’s muscles. They rubbed and licked every muscle in his body. They seemed particularly fascinated with his pecs and his nipples, which they licked, sucked, and nibbled on voraciously. From there, they moved in opposite directions. Zoe went down on his cock while Thalia sat on his face, offering him her pussy. I don’t know if Johnny had ever eaten pussy before—he had never mentioned it—but he showed no reluctance to dive in.

When Alex seemed satisfied that my cock couldn’t possibly get any bigger, he pulled me down to the ground, pushed me backward, positioned himself over my cock, spread his ass cheeks, and lowered himself onto it. He took it easy at first, unsure of just how much of it he could take, but he gradually picked up steam and began to pump deeper and faster. As he did, he alternated his hands between massaging my pecs and pinching my nipples and beating my meat.

From the corner of my eye, I could see that Zoe was riding Johnny’s cock in the same fashion while Thalia French kissed him. In no time at all, Johnny was filling Zoe’s love canal. Thalia moved aside, and Zoe fell forward onto Johnny’s chest with his pole still inside her. Thalia slipped around behind them and lapped up the milk flowing out of Zoe’s vagina and down Johnny’s cock.

When I saw what Thalia was doing, I called to her and gestured toward my mouth. Thalia quickly caught my meaning and rushed over to snowball the milk into my mouth. Just at that moment, I blasted up Alex’s ass. Again and again and again and…. Among the many things I loved about that isolated beach was that we could vocalize our orgasms as loudly as we wished.

I guess Thalia really did want my cock, so she pulled Alex off and went down on me while I was still hard as a rock and still secreting juice. She cleaned my cock thoroughly and then dove into Alex’s ass, sucking up all of my cum as it dribbled out. With that, she snowballed me again, and together we passed the pudding back and forth between us before stirring it around in our mouths with our tongues.

While all of this was going on, Theo was pounding Troy’s ass as hard and fast as he could, and Troy was loving every minute of it. Zoe rose up from Johnny’s pronate body and ran over to where Theo was fucking Troy. She bent over and began sucking Troy’s dick to the rhythm of Theo’s thrusts. Troy exploded into Zoe’s mouth just as Theo unloaded in his ass. Zoe snowballed Troy’s cum to him while Thalia slurped up the jizz oozing out of Troy’s ass. She passed it from her mouth to Zoe, who passed it to Troy, and the three of them locked in a three-way cum kiss.

In all the excitement, none of us had noticed that the Jeep driver had arrived. For several minutes, he had been watching all the action. We could tell that he had been there a while because he was jerking off to the scene and spewed his seed all over the beach. I rushed over and caught the last few drops as they dribbled from his dick. I had never sucked an uncut dick before. It was an interesting experience that I decided I would have to try again.

As Dimitri drove us back to the resort, we all agreed that we would have to do this again. After all, we hadn’t all gotten a turn with everyone, and that just didn’t seem fair.

Back at the resort, Nic informed us that we had several hours off because he wanted to take some night shots later and some shots on the yacht before that.

With all that free time on our hands, we invited Theo, Alex, Zoe, and Thalia to join us in our villa for an encore. Oh, and we also invited Dimitri, the Jeep driver, to join us. We repeated all of the acts we had engaged in earlier plus several more, rotating partners so that everyone had a chance to satisfy or be satisfied by everyone else.

As instructed, we reported to the yacht at 5:00 p.m. Nic took lots of shots near and on the yacht in multiple poses. Then he directed the captain to take us back to the isolated beach, and he continued taking pictures with the boat in motion. By the time we got back to that beach, the sun was beginning to go down. Nic repeated many of the scenarios he had used earlier but now with the moon reflecting off the water.

It was nearly midnight when we got back to the resort. Nic announced that he wanted to take some shots of Mike around the island in the morning but that Troy, Johnny, and I would not be needed, so we could sleep late. Totally exhausted, the three of us fell asleep as soon as our heads hit the pillows. In the morning, though, Troy and I made love again and decided to take a walk on the beach.

As we walked, we talked. We talked about our new modeling experiences, including how we felt about them and whether we would ever agree to do them again. We also discussed our group sex the day before. In the two weeks since Troy’s birthday, we had made love with each other—and no one else—every day. Now, we had knowingly and willingly had sex with different partners, and we had even done it in each other’s presence. What implications did those acts have for our relationship going forward?

We agreed that our feelings for each other had not been diminished. We had enjoyed sex with the other models and would do it again because it had given us a chance to experiment and learn new things about sex and sexuality. Perhaps that experience and others we might have in the future could actually strengthen our relationship. Airing all of these issues lifted a cloud from our heads and made us feel more confident and optimistic about approaching the future.

Mike and Nic met our team back at the resort for lunch, and we all boarded the yacht for the return trip to Athens. Mom and Dad met us on the dock, where Rob informed us that he had planned a big farewell for our final evening in Greece. On a private patio that Rob had reserved for us, we got caught up with our parents and vice versa. We answered all their questions about our first modeling gig, and they told us how much they had enjoyed their excursions.

“Before our star models leave,” said Mike, handing us some papers, “I need you guys to sign these contracts. They’re pretty routine,” he said, “and include the provisions we previously discussed.”

Looking over the documents, I spotted something before Johnny and Troy did. “Uh, Mike, is this a typo? “This says that I’m to be paid $2500.”

“Yeah,” said Johnny, “mine says the same.”

“Isn’t that enough?” Mike asked.

“Oh, my god, Mike,” I exclaimed. “I didn’t expect to get $250, let alone $2500.

“Well, Nic offered $1000. I demanded $2500. So, we compromised, and we got $2500.” Johnny and I practically squeezed Mike to death, and everyone complimented him on being such a fantastic negotiator. As we did, Troy just stood as still as a Greek statue.

“Are you OK,” I asked.

Looking like a deer caught in the headlights, Troy finally managed to say, “Uh…my contract doesn’t say $2500.” Then, in response to our puzzled looks, he added, “My contract says $10,000.”

When everyone looked to Mike for an explanation, he explained, “It’s basic supply and demand. Nic really, really wanted you, and he was willing to pay top dollar. Frankly, if he ever asks for you again, you can probably get double that.”

I thought Troy was going to faint. Regaining his composure, he said, “Mom, we can get that car you wanted.”

“You’re replacing the Lexus?” Mrs. Andersen asked Mrs. Mazure.

“Well,” she replied, “the loaner from Lexus was for one year, which will be up in a few months.”

“If you’re looking to buy a good used car, I might be able to help you with that” offered Mr. Andersen. “My company has a fleet of cars that we rotate every year. We give employees a chance to buy the ones we’re releasing and sell the rest to a broker. I can get you a one-year-old car that has been maintained in excellent condition for a very good price.”

Mrs. Mazure looked thrilled and agreed to take Mr. Andersen up on his offer. “But, Troy, she said, “since I haven’t had any bills to pay on a car for the past year, I’ve been able to put aside a good bit, so you keep your money. Save it for college.”

With everyone floating on cloud nine, Rob explained the surprise he had planned for our final evening there. “Please gather in the Olympic Ballroom for a formal reception. Then, after dinner, we’re going to the theatre. “

When Johnny, Troy, and I got back to our villa, we found tuxedos lying on our beds. Troy wanted to meet up with his mom before going to the ballroom, so Johnny and I went ahead. Mr. and Mrs. Andersen arrived next, he in tux and she dressed in a lavish formal gown. Mom and Dad came in next, dressed similarly, Mom also wearing an emerald necklace with matching earrings. Mike and Maria were the next to arrive, looking stunning as usual. Finally, Troy entered with Rob and Mrs. Mazure.

I had always thought she was a pretty woman, but that night she just blew me away in her Georgio Armani gown, accentuated by a sleek platinum necklace with matching bracelet and a sparkling tiara, which gave her the look of a Greek princess. Naturally, Troy stepped proudly as he escorted her into the room.

All of the men looked very handsome in their tuxedos. I had never seen my dad in a tux before, and I almost didn’t recognize him without jeans and a plaid shirt. Mr. Andersen looked like the international businessman that he was, and it was clear to see where Johnny had gotten his good looks. From the moment I first met Rob Palmer, I had always thought that he was a very handsome middle-aged man, but in his tuxedo, he looked like a movie star on Academy Awards night.

Mom explained that they had found the clothes in their rooms with a note that Rob had arranged to rent them for the evening.

Before we could finish ooh-ing and aah-ing over one another, the guests began arriving for the reception. The guest list included some of Greece’s most prominent citizens from the worlds of sports, the arts, academia, science, and business. Our parents were thrilled to have their pictures taken with Olympia Dukakis, John Stamos, and Jennifer Anniston, all Greek-Americans who were in Athens to film a movie and visit their Greek relatives. You might expect that we football players would be most excited about meeting some of the hunky athletes, like star soccer players Georgios Samaras and Kostas Manolas, but Troy spent most of his time talking with baritone Dimitris Platanias while Johnny seemed captivated by Professor Nicholas Peppas, who is one of the world’s leading authorities on biomedical engineering and who, ironically, now teaches at the University of Texas at Austin. Mike parlayed with the American ambassador and the Greek foreign minister, and I just cruised the ballroom hitting on all the hot hunks.

Thank goodness that Rob had ordered plenty of food for the reception because there was not enough time for a sit-down dinner. We had to get to the National Theatre for a production of the classical Greek play Lysistrata, a comic account of a woman's plan to end the Peloponnesian War between Greek city states by persuading the women to withhold sex from their men.

By the time we got back to the hotel, we were all tired, but sated, and we still had to pack because we had a morning flight to Rome. We were instructed to call the front bell desk as soon as we were out of our borrowed clothes and jewelry to have them picked up before we went to bed. Troy and I were naked when the bellboy arrived to collect our clothes, and…well…that’s a story for another day.

To be continued...

Posted: 03/12/2021