Sam & Troy Do Greek
Chapter 4
“Both ‘suits’ are the same, bespoke and double breasted” I quipped, offering the choice of cottage to Ryan and George, “We’ll take the Italian wool with double rear vents then” shot back Ryan” grinning, turning to suit 2, see you over at the restaurant, I’m desperate for a piss . Inside suit 1 Luca stood at the end of our bed with all four back packs at his feet, looking expectantly at us, Troy caught on immediately what he was waiting for, whereas I was more interested in Luca’s cock, which was now lying horizontally to the left and considerably fatter than when he’d got out of the car, the ring of his helmet clearly on display under the thin luminous green material. “These our ours Luca, thank you, if you could take the other two next door to Ryan and George please, that would be great” said Troy grinning at me, knowing exactly where my concentration had been focused.
Troy and I sat in the restaurant waiting for Stavros to bring the drinks, as well as Ryan and George, who we’d noticed were taking their time changing and having a piss. We’d pulled on shorts not really confident enough to go naked as we hadn’t yet seen the French guests and didn’t want to risk being naked if they weren’t, we had compromised and gone commando just to give our sweaty cocks, bollocks and pubes a bit of an airing if nothing else. Stavros appeared carrying a tray of glasses, a bottle of Ouzo and a jug of ice laden water. “You like as before” he smiled pointing to the bottle, “plenty now as new boss of this” sweeping his arm around in an overdramatic gesture.
In the distance came the sounds of rather loud laughing and French chatter, “Oh mais oui les Francais ici” groaned Stavros. Stavros looked around with urgency muttering something in Greek, then making both Troy and I jump, boomed out “LUCA…..LUCA” followed by a lot of muttering as he continued to look around searching for Luca. He gave a polite nod to us and with a sweep of his apron, rushed back inside. Behind us the chatter got louder, the French party were returning and by the sound of it from the right hand side beach. Just as both Troy and I turned to look, curious to know whether they were going to be bollock naked, I caught sight of Luca, staggering from the direction of our cottages, hoping from one foot to another, struggling to pull up his green pants, his cock and balls swinging from side to side as he grappled to get the things up and restore his modesty, for what that was worth, modesty restored he made a dash towards the rear of the restaurant. From beside me, Troy let out a gasp, “Fuck they’re all bollock and tits naked” he whispered, turning back not wanting to appear too voyeuristic. “Here they come just in time to see the floor show,” he laughed, catching sight of Ryan and George as they emerged from suit number 2, fussing around with their shorts.
Ryan and George had politely stood to one side to allow what appeared to be an extended French family come into the restaurant before them, trying their best not to appear too overwhelmed by the sight of the two elderly couples shuffling in, tanned sagging tits swinging from side to side, long pendulum like bollocks swinging low under hairless short fat cocks, followed by their off springs, a generation less saggy, although their tummies, cocks, balls and tits beginning to show signs of replicating those ahead of them, followed in turn by their offsprings, no sagging and a lot more body hair evident on the guys firm torsos, cocks and bollocks, the girls displaying pert tits, hairy armpits and muffs. All of them greeting us with a polite Bonjour before seating themselves at the long table on the other side of the restaurant.
Stavros came blustering out, devoid of the apron, now firmly wrapped around Luca’s waist, hot on his heels. While Stavros and the family gabbled in French, English, Greek and a smattering of which sounded like Italian, presumably ordering their food and drinks, Luca looked on, scribbling down their orders, his eyes occasionally darting towards us with a cheeky grin. Ryan leant across the table to Ryan and me, “Fuck he’s a dirty little sod, randy as hell, a fucking enormous cock when it’s up and ready to go, lovely bollocks ripe for sucking and a mouth like a fucking Dyson,” he whispered, “Sucked us both off just now, after he’d watched us have a piss, had us spurting like fire hoses into his gob in fucking seconds he did, yes!!!.. fucking seconds… swallowed the bloody lot too, he doesn’t mess around, was in the middle of wanking himself when Stavros started shouting for him” Ryan looked back across to Luca, “ Poor little sod his bollocks must be bursting, desperate to be emptied.
Stavros had served us an enormous dish of Moussaka, Luca really was a bloody good cook, I reminded myself to tell him we’d keep him on if we purchased the place and not just for his cooking, if Ryan’s tale was anything to go by. With little warning, the French family exploded into a frenzy of activity, pushed back their seats and filed out with lots of ‘Merci beaucoup’ to Stavros and ‘Au revoir bonne nuit’ to us. They were a happy good looking lot, although we realised some of the younger ones were not in fact siblings, a few filing out hand in hand, arms around waists and one couple obviously anticipating a last evening of lust, her nipples red and erect, her neck and tits flushed, his cock very nearly erect above his hard pulled up bollocks looking ready to blow their load.
Half an hour later, downing the last of the Ouzo in the now calm relaxing atmosphere of the restaurant, the sound of the waves gentle crashing onto the sand, Luca appeared, ready to clear our table, looking as sexy as ever in the apron, now displaying a clear bulge in the front, “Poor Luca hasn’t even had time for a quick wank to relieve his bollocks,” sighed Ryan sympathetically, gesturing to Luca’s bulge in the front of the apron. Thanking Luca profusely for his wonderful food we left ready for a good night’s sleep, but not before Ryan, hanging back, leant into Luca ear, “Come by before bed and we’ll take care of this for you Luca” he said, squeezing Luca’s apron bulge….” And… in the morning you might want to give your new bosses Sam and Troy here, a wakeup call, show them your special way to get their taps flowing… like you did ours” he chuckled, giving Luca a friendly slap on his lovely pert buttocks…….
To be continued…
Thank you for all your kind comments, always appreciated and encouraging to continue the stories.
R😊
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always great stories you write
