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My First Year with Austin - Chapter 14
🕑 Added 2023-07-18 10:00:04 +0000 UTCMY FIRST YEAR WITH AUSTIN
Chapter 14: Greek Fever
Mykonos... Greek ephebes wandering around in revealing bathing trunks, showing-off on Europe's most beautiful (and open-minded) beaches. In short: the gay Heaven!
I had heard so much about that place, but although it was tempting, I had never seriously considered going. Europe was expansive and my life had been too crazy to travel abroad.
That was until the opportunity presented itself when I took the spot of the psycho gogo-dancer who was supposed to marry my best friend!
Let me tell you, Janice made quite the impression when we arrived at the airport, 24 hours early to the flight she was supposed to take with Richard, in her full-on wedding dress.
Given the situation, the staff was not too difficult to put us both in an earlier flight. I guess the juicy story of the runaway bride leaving the country with her best friend was simply too good to resist.
One of the (cute) stewards even asked Janice for a selfie.
“I think I’m a celebrity when I wear this!” She told me, putting her seat-belt over the white dress.
When we got offered a glass of champagne, she shouted to the other passengers: “Fuck Richard! Cheers to that!”
“I’m not the husband…” I was mumbling on my side to avoid any confusion. “… neither the secret lover!”
Poor Richard… I had stolen his future-wife, one of his most expansive suits, and I was about to get his honey-moon too.
I would not cry for him though, especially considering what was going to happen next… If you think you have seen the worst of “psycho-Dick”, you are sadly mistaken.
But more on that shit show later.
For now, we were high, and not only because we were sitting on a plane across the Atlantic Ocean. We had not taken any drugs either. We were thrilled by the escape! We were high on the rollercoaster we had just been through!
To be honest, I was anxious about the moment where the reality would hit Janice. She was drinking, taking all the attention in, she was laughing and talking loudly, but I was expecting her to fall apart at any point.
In the span of a couple of hours, she had gone from getting married to Mr. Perfect, to runaway to Greece after learning her fiancé was a gigolo who had lied to her about pretty much everything.
When we landed in Athens, she was still very excited though. Way too excited for it to last, but eh, everybody reacts their own way to trauma so I just went with the flow.
In this particular case, it meant going with the flow of gorgeous men.
In the first couple of days we spent in Greece, Janice was on fire. She was singing in bars, dancing like nobody was watching, eating every good (and unhealthy) thing she could, and drinking heavily… She was also flirting (and making-out) with every hot guy we would meet.
“YOLO!” She was shouting while sipping tequila over the abs of a waiter.
Konstantin, Dimitris, Giorgos… I was ordering a cocktail and she had already a new shirtless Greek boy in her arms! The girl was unsatiable!
I was starting to think that Janice was actually relieved by the situation, maybe she did not want to get married with Richard deep down and this had been a blessing in disguise, until she broke down on day four of our trip.
Sure, it was awkward when I saw her crumbing down into the arms of Giannis, a 21 years-old hunk we had just met while arriving on the island of Mykonos, - the poor guy had no idea what to do with that thirty-something American woman who was telling him about how “Dick had betrayed her” -, but it was ultimately for the best.
Janice needed to latch out and I was getting seriously concerned she would not confront her feelings.
I brought her back to our bedroom, – the most beautiful “honey-moon” suite you can imagine, with a grand view on the Mediterranean Sea, (Richard really was loaded as fuck!) -, and we spent the rest of the day crying and hashing things out.
It was about time.
“You know what the worst part is? I’m angrier at myself than I’m mad at him!”
“Jan, don’t say that. He’s the asshole, you’re the victim here.”
“Women can sense stuff like that, you know. There were signs. Intuitions. I realized a couple of times that he could not have been where he told me that he was. But I let it go. I ignored it. I wanted this to work. So bad.”
“You were in love.”
She rolled her wet eyes.
“I was dumb as a rock! I mean… When I think that the day before our wedding, he was sliding naked into a bath with you, trying to blackmail you, what the actual fuck?”
I still felt very bad about that whole thing.
“I’m sorry, Janice. Maybe I should have reacted differently, I…”
“Tyler, the man was supposed to marry me and he drugged you! He was… He was shoving dildos up his ass when I thought he was going to work in a freaking trade centre. How fucked-up can he be? It’s Doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde.”
Ouch. That hurt but it was also pretty accurate.
“You should not look at his porn page… You’re only torturing yourself.”
“Trust me, I did not have to look for long before I had to puke! I just… I just wanted to believe I had found the jackpot. A real man. Mature, self-made, who knew what he wanted in life, but it was whole just a mask. You know that he keeps on trying to call me. I want to burn my phone down!”
I hugged her as warmly as I could. I wanted to take her pain away. If only life was that simple.
“His fucking loss. That man does not deserve you. And you, Jan… You deserve everything in life. You’ll find someone… Someone good.”
“No, I won’t. I’ll have fun, I’ll date, but I won’t find anyone. Guys are assholes, all of them.”
“Thanks for me!”
“Oh, come on, you know what I mean.”
I chuckled.
“Not that my relationships are an example to follow anyway…” I conceded.
“We must stay strong, Ty. They’ll ask us back, I’m sure. But we have to promise each other, we cannot go back to them. We should not answer to any of their texts or calls. Austin, Richard, two pathetic men, two fucking worthless liars!”
Although I was not too sure that we could compare Austin’s lies when finding out his soon-to-be ex-wife was pregnant with Franck’s double identity, I approved and promised Janice.
“At least, we have each other.” I told her.
“The more I think about it, the more I realize that the friendship between a woman and her gay best friend is the best kind of relationships one can have in the end.”
We drank some more. Maybe that was not reasonable.
“To us!” I said, raising my glass.
“You know what’s funny?”
“What is? That I finally got to be with my all-time crush and it turned out that he had gotten his wife pregnant in the meantime? Or that I was fantasizing about a hot dude online without even realizing he was the guy who was supposed to marry my best friend?”
“Shut up, none of the above. When we met, in freshman year. You remember the first college party we went to? We drove there in the same car and then, we went back to our dorms, only the two of us. I was driving.”
It was more than ten years before but I did remember that evening very well.
“A drunk dude had puked all over my shirt that night.” I spoke.
“Oh yes, that’s right, I had forgotten about this detail. Well… Before we went there, Ashley was telling me she wanted to shoot her shot with Austin and I… I was supposed to shoot my shot with you. Funny, right?!”
I swallowed my saliva. I was not too sure how I was supposed to react to that piece of news.
“You were into me that much?” I smirked.
“Don’t be so full of yourself. It was my first week in college and I was looking for my very first boyfriend. You seemed nice enough. I did not make a move though, I… I sort of understood rather quickly you were more into the frat guys than into me.”
All those years later, I still blushed thinking back of the time of my life before my coming-out. The ridiculous lies you tell…
“I did realize that you might have been interested but I also figured that you understood we, as a couple, were not really an option. Also, you were so uptight back then, it was hard to like you!”
I was holding her hands; the conversation was well-spirited. She laughed.
“I’m not so uptight anymore. Who would have thought we would end-up going on our honey-moon together?”
I laughed too and that was the moment when it happened.
Janice kissed me. On the lips.
We were both fairly drunk and exhausted. I was also freshly broken-up and in need of physical attention so I gave her back a second kiss. For a split second there, something might have happened.
I am glad that we came back to our senses though.
“Sometimes, I wish I were straight.” I muttered awkwardly.
“Don’t... Being gay seems to be so much more fun.”
The cringy moment had passed. We did not even have to mention the kisses. We knew that they did not mean anything.
We slept in the same King Size bed for the next ten days, but of course, nothing else happened.
At least, not between Janice and I. We did manage to have a nice time, – each on our own -, with the locals.
Rather quickly, Janice found herself an Italian guy, Ricardo, spending a few days in Greece. He was a bit older but handsome. He also was freshly divorced. A perfect match.
On my side, I was still thinking a lot about Austin and even though the Adonises walking down the gay beaches I was spending most of my time at looked handsome, I did not make a move… Until three days before the end of our trip.
His name was Nicholas, he was six feet tall, barely 22 and he was one the lifeguards on the largest gay beach I had become a regular to.
At first, we were going there with Janice, but since she was spending more and more of her time with her Italian boyfriend, I ended-up tanning there alone for a couple of afternoons.
I am not complaining, the weather was perfect, the food was delicious, I was paying these entire holidays with Richard’s credit card, and the view – both the sea and the boys – was stunning.
I had noticed Nicholas and his brown curly hair the moment I had walked onto the beach.
He was rocking the typical red broad shorts with his hairy muscular thighs, the shorts were smaller than the ones worn by the American lifeguards which I heartedly approved, but I had no idea whether he had even just looked at me.
I mean, the beach was full of athletic gay men walking around in tiny revealing speedos and I did not think I was noticeable despite the sexy orange swimsuit I had bought my first day in Greece.
See, Janice and I did not really have time to pack considering how we ended-up going to Mykonos and I had to run to a store when I got there. Janice had helped me pick a couple of very gay, but also very fitting, pair of speedos.
Talking about grabbing the life guard attention, I should mention the most comfortable guys who were going for “no-tan-line” and enjoying their time in the beach fully nude.
You really should visit Europe if you have the chance!
Few things are more beautiful than a group of college guys tanning in their birthday suits and getting spontaneous erections. I guess you understand why this particular beach was one of my favourites…
Ultimately though, it seemed like the orange trunks I had purchased were making my ass sufficiently pop to get noticed!
Good for me!
“Ταξιδεύετε μόνος σας;” said a voice above me.
I opened my eyes and looked above my sunglasses.
The hot lifeguard was talking to me. He was looking even more beautiful than before, coming out of the water, all wet. Fuck!
“Sorry… I… I don’t speak Greek.”
He smiled. A beautiful cheeky smile.
“I ask. Travel alone?”
“Oh, no… I… I’m here with a friend but she… She finds herself a boyfriend.”
Nicholas’ English was not very good and I could not say a word in Greek. Thankfully, there are other ways than words to connect with someone.
“I am finished with the work.” He told me in his very cute accent.
I straightened-up. I was not too sure of his intentions.
There were a couple of guys who looked like models and who were snuggling right next to us, making strong eye contact with Nicholas. I had a hard time believing that the sexy lifeguard had chosen to talk to me, of all the hunks on that beach.
“You often talk to the guys enjoying the beach after your work hours?”
“Only if they are cute boys.”
His accent was to die for. No doubt I was one of many he was flirting with but it felt good being desired, especially by such a jock.
“I’m Tyler.” I extended my hand.
He came down to hug me. That is the thing with the Europeans, they are always much more “hands-on”.
“Nicholas.”
Someone passed by with drinks and I offered a cocktail to Nicholas, offering him to sit next to me.
“Can I cream you?” He asked me.
Good Lord, the dude was upfront!
“Sorry? Here?”
I did not say no though…
He pointed his finger towards my bottle of sun-screen.
Oh… That was what he meant.
“Cream?” He repeated.
“Yes, sure, you can have my back.”
I turned around on my towel and let him sit on my back. The two models next to me looked jealous as fuck. I have to say, it felt really nice for my ego.
We talked a little but to be honest, with the language’s barriers, it was pretty shallow.
Not to worry though, Nicholas knew how to talk with his body and he was very good with his hands. He started by massaging my neck, then my lower back and my thighs. I could feel the sexual tension building between us, such a nice feeling.
When he slid down the back of my trunks exposing my ass to the whole beach, his growing erection made his intentions very clear.
For sure, he wanted to “cream” me in more ways than one!
Nicholas was living with a bunch of roommates so we could not go to his place, I was not too sure if Janice had come back to our hotel, therefore, we had to improvise.
By the way, it was pretty funny to see the faces of the guys at the front-desk seeing Janice and I coming back to our “honey moon” suite with each a different guy. We were quite the open newly-wed couple!
Nicholas and I walked on a path near the beach until we reached a spot which was not so touristic.
“Greek secret.” He told me.
He had beautiful brown eyes and he looked stunning with the orange light as the sun was starting to go down. My new Greek friend had quite a small frame but he was very fit and his pecs were very well defined.
“Beautiful view.” I replied, referring to both Nicholas and the sunset.
We kissed there.
It was the first time I was kissing someone else (no, Janice does not count) since Austin.
It would be lying to say that I did not think about it. I even considered telling Nicholas that I had a boyfriend back in the States.
But I was single and Janice was right, we needed to enjoy life while we could. Right?
Besides, when would I ever get the chance to make-out with a Greek lifeguard looking like such a treat ever again?
“I am not search serious relation.” He told me.
I could not help but laugh.
“I had figured. That’s fine by me.”
I kissed him back. A real French kiss this time, full mouth with a lot of tongues. He grabbed my ass firmly; I was still wearing only my speedos.
We walked a little more down the Mediterranean Riviera until we reached a little creek. How many guys did Nicholas have brought there? I was certainly not the first, but I did not care. We both knew we were only having fun.
I had not felt so free in years. I assume that it is always a thing when you travel abroad, it is as if your mistakes do not count.
We were holding hands to reach an isolated place – Nicholas had to help me not to fall, he was used to go down the tricky path -, until we found a spot behind a rock. The waves were breaking just a few feet from us.
I was horny, really horny.
I had been looking at hot European guys semi or fully naked for more than a week and I had not even jerked-off once since coming down the plane.
My speedos and my balls were full and Nicholas were kissing both. He was playing with my dick through the fabric as I was already precumming. He seemed to like that. His hard uncut cock was poking from his red shorts.
“Top or bottom?” He asked.
Nicholas had not a ton of vocabulary in English but he knew all the important words, I thought to myself.
“Whichever you like best.” I replied, kissing his neck.
His perplex eyes told me he did not understand.
“I can do either way.” I spoke.
To make it even clearer I went down to kiss the tip of his cockhead which was hanging out of his shorts, but I also slid down the back of his shorts and licked the top of his ass-crack. His clear tan-lines looked very sexy to me.
“Me also.”
He was now licking off my chest. My abs, and then my nipples. I started moaning softly.
“You like nipples play?” I asked him.
He nodded yes.
I gave him back the favour, kissing and sucking off his juicy pecs. Everything tastes better in Greece, food, wine, men…
“Hmmm… Yes, American daddy, do this. Like this… Hmmm…”
I was a daddy then.
I guess it was fair since I was nearly 10 years older.
I kept playing with his nipples and we switched position several times. We still had not taken our swim trunks off completely but we were rubbing, smelling, licking and caressing each other’s body like animals.
He slid a finger in my ass at one point.
Generally, the beach is not the best place to have sex. The sand gets stuck in your ass, there can be insects which I hate, and the sun-screen can be sticky… But in this case, we were lying on a large beach towel, the sun was turning red behind us, setting behind the sea, and we were all alone in this gorgeous place.
In many ways, it felt like a dream.
The only thing which prevented the night for being perfect was the polluting thoughts I had about Austin.
Nicholas’ cock tasted delicious and was big enough, but it was not as big and juicy as Austin’s.
The Greek’s way of licking my armpits was hot, but it was not as hot as Austin’s dirty talking and man-handling me.
Nicholas rimming me felt amazing, but it was not the same when it was not Austin, telling me how much he loved me at the same time.
I should not whine about Austin though. Nicholas was a great partner. He let me fuck his tight ass, his pink hole was yummy as fuck, (I almost came breaking his pucker) and then, he let me sit on his European hard and throbbing dick.
Who does not love some versatile fun?!
He wrecked my ass talking to me in Greek. What more could I ask for?
He also had a weird thing with my hands. He loved to suck my fingers off or even swallow my entire hand in his mouth. I liked seeing him getting kinky and rough, gagging on my fingers before gagging on my cock.
“Yeaaaf Fdaddy…” He was moaning, his dirty-mouth full.
I let him cum in my palm and then, I pushed his own juice back down his throat.
He looked like a happy puppy, which made me want to nut as well.
I fucked him again, doggy style, and I came in his tight ass. I had not jizzed in a while and I properly bred him. Young Nicholas seemed shocked by the amount of milk his new American daddy could produce.
He farted my cum out in the sand… What a beautiful evening!
We fucked a couple more times before I left Mykonos but none of the other two sessions (in the hotel room) beat that the first time when we had sex on the beach.
I never even took his number. We were just running into each other near the beach. I would be curious to know what Nicholas is doing now. Is he still a lifeguard in Mykonos or has he moved on? I have no idea.
“You should not feel guilty about Austin!” Janice scolded me during our last dinner there.
I was starting to feel depressed about going back home and facing my new life as a single man.
“I’m not… It’s just… I cannot just stop thinking about him, it’s not that simple!”
“I think the real reason is that, deep down, you still hold on to the hope that you will get back together with him. But you know what we promised each other, we have to stay strong and hold on to our decision.”
In a weird way, probably to help herself not to get back with Richard and to feel less alone, Janice was very insistent on this idea that were both “in the same boat”.
I was agreeing with her for the most part, but again, Austin was not Richard.
Given the fact that Janice was living in a house primarily owned by Richard and I had been crashing at their place right before the whole runaway bride incident, we were virtually homeless.
We decided in Mykonos that we would rent an apartment together. I thought it was the best thing for the both of us but I was not even sure that I still had a job to return to.
“I left for almost two weeks without giving any notice… Jasper has been texting me that he’s doing his best to calm Abrozio down, but I’m pretty sure I’m unemployed.” I told Janice at the airport.
“Well, you’d better find a job then! I’m all for the living together situation, I think I’d drive myself crazy living alone, but I won’t be supporting your ass, Ty. I’ve already offered you two weeks of vacation!”
“To be specific, Richard offered me those vacation.” I corrected. “And he owed me that!”
Janice rolled her eyes but she did not say anything.
She was scrolling through pictures on her phone, deleting some of them. They were a bunch of photographs featuring her Italian boyfriend.
“Are you going to see Ricardo again?” I asked.
“No… I don’t think so. You know that he invited me to live with him in Toscana?”
“Damn… I may have said yes to that.”
I looked at a shot of him in speedos, Ricardo was a hottie. She smiled.
“I don’t think the Dolce Vita is for me, though. And contrary to some people, I do have a job and responsibilities waiting for me in L.A.”
“Your loss. I mean, at least, you get to live with me! Nicholas did not offer me anything. Our relationship was mostly… physical.”
I winked at Janice.
“I guess I’m gonna miss Richard… Shit… I meant Ricardo. I’ll miss Ricardo a lot!”
I did not make any comment but I suddenly realized how Janice’s Italian boyfriend and ex-fiancé were alike. It was even crazy that I had not noticed it before.
Richard and Ricardo… It was almost comical. They were both the same type, tall, confident, wearing expansive watches and with a great sense of style.
Not sure this was really healthy for Janice, but again, I was not one to judge and everybody copes their own ways.
When we landed back in L.A., I had a series of texts to go through. You know, the type of shit you get when you have spent eleven hours in a plane.
Most of them were about the place we were about to rent, a few of them were from Jasper asking me to get to the Man Cave ASAP, and one of them was from Austin.
His texts were becoming rare and I had had no news from him for a good four days. Yes, I was counting the days…
He had texted me a picture.
“Despite everything, I would love for you to meet Lena. I guess I’m officially a daddy now. She’s perfect.”
Austin holding this tiny precious baby, lying on his bare chest, was one of the cutest things I had ever seen in my life.
At the same time, it reminded me why I had decided to leave him. There was Cassie behind him on the shot, and the three of them looked like the perfect text-book family.
My heart was melting and breaking at the same time.
“Wow. I am genuinely happy for you, Austin. Lena looks stunning, just like her parents. I hope Cassie is doing well.” I wrote back to Austin.
I did not tell Janice why I was crying in the taxi who was driving us back to our brand-new apartment.
Comments
Devin-James
I definitely think Janice needed to know what and who Richard really was before she married him. The fact that Richard told Ty that he basically did things with guys to make his money, he lied to Janice about EVERYTHING and then he threatened Ty with holding him under water and then drugging him. The guy is scary! But the situation with Ty and Austin is really sad. Austin did lie to Ty and there’s no excuse for that. If they stay together, it takes a lot to regain trust. Do I personally think they should stay together, yes. They truly love each other and neither of them will ever be complete with anyone else. That being sad, how utterly disappointing is it that Ty slept with anyone without making it clear to Austin that their relationship was finished. Really sad. Will Ty now lie to Austin….
memo2dt
Well, I'm back after a little break and while I am happy Tyler did the right thing when telling Janice about Richard, I may have to agree with Richard when he said he knew guys like Tyler. While in Mykonos, hooking up with that lifeguard shows he has not changed really. Making one unwise decision after another. He was basically cheating on Austin. Sure, Austin lied to him but was trying to find a way to tell him. Truth be told he had not lost Austin, he pushed him away. Even Cassie confirmed that she knew about the two of them and nothing was going on. In the end Austin is one of the good guys for not abandoning his daughter. Austin should have made sure Cassie was not in the picture he sent to Tyler, but he is now trying to include Tyler in his life. I'm curious about what the initial texts from Austin were about though.
