Island Idyll

El gamefully sucked away at my limp cock, but to no avail. Erection was impossible for me. Matt grunted and ejaculated into me. I felt him soften and the slip out, his spunk trickled from my ravaged rectum.

I felt sick and asked to be excused. I lay awake hurting and vowing never to even consider allowing it to happen again.

Breakfast was a rather subdued affair. They both asked how I felt. I said that I was in great discomfort. El tried to console me, saying that it would be better next time. There was no point in procrastination, there was not going to be a next time. I informed them of my decision. I would suck Matt's cock, and bugger him if that was what he wanted, but there would be no two-way traffic.

We parted company as usual to do our own things. I knew then that the idyll was over. Back on the boat that evening Matt told me that he had heard from Tom and Marriane, Tom was able to travel. My services were no longer required.

I knew that this was bollocks, an excuse to get rid of me. I had suspected as much. We sailed to the mainland, berthing at Mikrolimano, the part of Piraeus with a marina for small boats. They said goodbye there. El gave me a hug, Matt shook my hand. There had been no more sex.

As he shook my hand, Matt passed me an envelope, in it was a large bundle of Drachma notes and a pair of El's knickers, still smelling of her! The money was used to finance the rest of my stay in Greece, when it was gone I thumbed my way home.

I still have the knickers.

I did go back to college and completed my masters and the college asked me to stay on as a member of the teaching staff. I am now a senior professor of Greek studies.

I often use my experiences on that trip to embellish my lectures. The cerebral experiences that is, the carnal ones I have kept to myself until now. I have been married twice and divorced twice. I have also had hundreds of other woman as casuals or as long-term lady friends. I have not had homosexual contact with a man since Matt.

But I often wonder how different things would have been if I had not been so tight-arsed.