Perfect Freedom (28 page)

The others climbed into the first boat. Johnny deftly steered the young people into it and stood beside Robbie as it pulled away and Theo moved in toward them. “I'm your chaperone. Pay no attention to me. I'm going to look at the stars.”

Robbie was flooded with gratitude. He would have a few minutes with Theo. “You're wonderful,” he exclaimed.

“Think nothing of it. I like to see the course of true love run smooth.” He gave Robbie a little push, which sent him into a flying leap for the boat. Theo hurried to him and conducted him aft, guiding him around the engine housing with his arm around him and repeating his name like an endearment. All his movements were youthfully impetuous but filled with remarkable tenderness. He handled Robbie like some precious fragile object.

The boat gave a lurch as Johnny jumped aboard and they exchanged a few words before Theo accelerated and turned in a wide arc and headed out away from town. Robbie was suddenly alarmed. What would everybody think if he didn't join them?

“Where're we going?” he called to Johnny.

“He wants a private moment with you. I can't see what you're doing even if I wanted to, so don't be shy.”

Theo remained standing at the motor, his shirt unbuttoned and shirttails flapping, revealing a deep chest and muscular abdomen. As soon as they reached dark water, he cut the motor until it was idling, with an occasional pop and stutter. He dropped down beside Robbie and drew him close with his lips parted. Robbie's heart began to pound. Somebody wanted to really kiss him at last. Their mouths met. It wasn't a tentative touching of lips but a deep devouring possession of each other, their tongues plunging against each other. Robbie was swept up in a storm of passion. They gripped each other's biceps and their bodies writhed and strained to each other across the tiller. He wasn't a substitute for a girl. Theo wanted him for himself. They broke apart gasping and Robbie dropped his head to a broad shoulder and waited for the pounding of his heart to subside.

Theo spoke to him gently against his ear. Robbie wanted to cry with frustration. For all he knew, Theo might be saying that they mustn't make love anymore. It didn't seem likely. He was working his hands inside the back of Robbie's slacks. Robbie unfastened the top two buttons and the hand slid in under his shorts and roamed over his naked skin. He shifted his weight onto one hip so that fingers slipped between his buttocks and exerted pressure. Robbie closed his eyes and uttered a little cry of delight.

“Help me, Johnny,” he called in desperation. “Tell me what he's saying.”

“I don't want to intrude but—” He addressed Theo and after a brief exchange he reported, “He says he wants to be with you later.”

“I want to, too, but I don't see how it's possible. Explain that I'm with my parents. I'll do anything to get away. Oh God.” Theo had moved his hand around to the front of his slacks and found the head of his erection. He fondled it lovingly. More Greek was spoken while he pulled Robbie's shirt out of his trousers and unbuttoned it. Their hands moved over each other's torsos. Theo's chest was voluptuous, twin slabs of muscle, deeply defined. It was as hairless as Robbie's.

“I'd make a rather special effort if I were you,” Johnny said. “He says he loves you. They use the word loosely.
S'agapo
. I love you.”

“
S'agapo,
Theo,” Robbie repeated.

“He says you're the most beautiful boy he's ever seen,” Johnny added. “I'll second him on that.”

“Tell him that if my parents will let me, I'll go anywhere he wants.”

“I'll tell him but I'm afraid he'll find it very peculiar. To him, you're a grown man who wants to spend the night with a friend. He'd never understand why your parents would object. On the contrary, he'd expect them to encourage you. You're not running the risk of getting into trouble with a girl.”

The dialogue in Greek continued while Robbie leaned over and ran his lips and tongue over the deep curves of Theo's chest and drew hard nipples into his mouth. Theo's excitement matched his own. He had pulled Robbie's pants down and was stroking his erection and caressing his buttocks and urging him in closer against him. Robbie's hand was drawn irresistibly downward but lingered on the ripple of muscle of his abdomen. There was so much of him he wanted to touch and know. This boy wouldn't impose any restraints.

“He says he'll arrange it,” Johnny said. “Perhaps he's planning to kidnap you. I've made some practical suggestions.”

Robbie's hand moved on to its goal and tugged at buttons that were locked into place by the rigid pressure against them. Theo laughed and helped him by shifting on the bench. Pressure was eased and Robbie was able to open his fly with growing thrilled amazement at what he was uncovering. Theo's erection swung heavily into his grasp. His hand was jolted by the size of it, as if he had received an electric shock. It was bigger than he had imagined a cock could be; his hand encircled its imposing girth and moved down to its base. His fingers strayed through pubic hair and he hooked his thumb around the shafts swaying it slightly to define its dimensions in the dark. It was a long pale form that seemed to have no beginning or end. He crouched down and opened his mouth on it and curled his tongue around its head. After a moment, Theo drew him up to him again and began to make love to his face—eyes, nose, lips—with gentle openmouthed kisses. Their hands moved slowly and lingeringly on each other's erections, telling each other that their bodies were pleasing. Robbie's heart seemed to overflow with the tenderness he felt in the boy. Theo spoke with his mouth just touching Robbie's.

“He says you've got a wonderfully big cock,” Johnny said. “He'd like to know if you want him to fuck you or whether you're thinking of the other way around.”

“Oh no. I want what he wants.” He looked at Theo and nodded while Johnny translated. Theo put his hand on the back of his head and stroked his hair and said something else.

“This is getting a bit sticky,” Johnny said, “but here we go. It's to do with oral intercourse—uh, sucking cock to put it bluntly. He wants to know if it's what you prefer.”

“Not necessarily. I want everything.”

“Naturally, but it's not the done thing here. I find that every country has these odd taboos. I'll tell him you have an open mind on the subject. Fucking is all they're really interested in.”

Theo replied at length to Johnny's brief remark while he and Robbie continued to stimulate each other's erections. Robbie was hardly conscious of revealing his most secret and unmentionable desires to a comparative stranger. Johnny took everything for granted.

“He says he doesn't usually like it but he wants you to,” Johnny reported. “No, that isn't quite it. He says that he doesn't usually like boys who want to do it but he doesn't mind if you do because you're different. He wants you to have everything you want.”

They tried to see into each other's eyes in the dark while Johnny spoke. Their mouths met and opened to each other again and they exchanged another tumultuous kiss. Their hands became more agitated on their erections. Robbie could feel that they were both close to orgasm. He broke away with a cry and dropped to his knees between Theo's legs and measured the soaring flesh with both hands and stretched his mouth wide to receive it. He thought of Rico and acknowledged his debt to him for having shown him what he wanted. He was worshiping at the source of life, paying obeisance to a primal force greater than his own. Theo pushed a cloth into his hand and made a low growling sound in his throat. Robbie hastily moved the cloth to his erection and ejaculated into it while Theo's body gave a leap and Robbie's mouth was filled with sweetish aromatic fluid. He tasted the thrilling mystery of it and swallowed it with joy. He continued to suck on the superb flesh until it began to dwindle. He lifted himself back onto the bench and Theo put his arm around him and drew him close and kissed the side of his face and spoke.

“What's he saying now?” Robbie asked the dark shape forward.

“Why he doesn't know is best known to yourselves, but he wants to be sure you came.”

“God, yes.” He turned an ecstatic face to his lover and nodded. Theo hugged him and laughed.

“Forgive my asking but you must make allowances for my curiosity. Is his cock enormous?”

“Yes. Unbelievable.”

“So we've all heard. He's famous for it although I've never known anybody before who can speak with authority. You're one of the elect. With your looks, I'd expect you to be. I've heard ten inches.”

“I don't know but it could be. Maybe more.”

“Lumme. If the first fine frenzy has passed, shouldn't we get back? I don't want everybody to think I'm aiding and abetting an elopement.”

“Yes. Just tell him I don't care what I have to do. I'm going to be with him tonight.”

Greek was spoken while Theo's arm tightened around him. “He's glad you agree because he wasn't going to give you any choice,” Johnny explained. “He says that the moment he saw you he wanted you more than he's ever wanted a boy in his life.”

Robbie settled back against his lover with a sigh of profound contentment. He'd made love to the great cock. If anything went wrong later, at least he'd had that.

Theo kicked the engine into noisy activity and turned and headed toward town. Robbie trailed the cloth he had used in the water and kept his other hand on Theo's quiescent sex. He felt it stir whenever they exchanged a kiss. He could still feel his hands on him everywhere, wanting all of him. His arm around him now was so possessive that he felt as if he could never give himself to anybody else. As they neared the lights of the town, they arranged their clothes and fastened buttons. They looked into each other's eyes when there was light enough to see the desire burning in them, promising them the ultimate union.

When he could see him clearly again on the bright waterfront, Robbie was stunned anew by the Greek boy's looks. He was boldly handsome. His strong straight nose gave force to an otherwise endearingly gentle face. His generous mouth was a composition of fluid, enticing curves. When he turned his wide-set eyes to Robbie, they contained depths of slightly awed, amorous devotion. Robbie could scarcely believe that he knew the stalwart body almost as intimately as anybody could. They strolled along the waterfront toward the sound of music with their arms around each other.

“Do you all have the boys here?” Robbie asked Johnny. After what had taken place, the question seemed no more than politely conversational, although it was hard to imagine the Englishman as anybody's bedmate.

“How charming of you to ask. The boys all have each other. I'm not very keen on sex myself. I'm a very visual person. You doubtless are too, but you're a supreme beauty. I dare say that affects one's responses to life. You can't keep it all to yourself. Given the choice, I'm inclined to like the occasional girl. The poor things are usually so grateful, unlike you dazzling boys.”

“But then—” Robbie felt hopelessly out of his depth. Here was another man who preferred girls but who took it for granted that boys made love to each other. He would never get it all straight. “You didn't mind talking about those things?”

“I minded not being able to see more. It's very sensible to settle the basic questions beforehand. In this particular case, I think I envy both of you.”

“I can't thank you enough. You've been awfully damn understanding.”

“Why not? All these boys are my friends. People talk a great deal of nonsense about sex. Try not to let it confuse you. You're still very young but old enough to get away from your parents when you choose. They're surely more understanding than you think.”

The music was growing louder, an odd Eastern wail. They turned in at an arched door and were submerged in a din of shouting voices and the insistent music. A small orchestra played at the end of a wide, bare, harshly lighted room filled with long tables set around a clearing in the middle. Robbie caught sight of Mrs. Dianopoulou's party at the end of one of the tables. There were no women at any of the other tables in the room. When he looked around, Johnny had disappeared. Theo took his hand and led him in among the tables and seated him between two handsome youths who looked so much alike that he assumed they were twins. They greeted Theo exuberantly with much handclasping and patting of each other's backs. Theo squeezed a chair in beside Robbie and spoke at length. Robbie heard Theo's name for him being repeated and caught the word “
adelphos
.” These must be two of Theo's married brothers. There was a family resemblance and they were as fair as Theo. The latter pointed first at one and then the other and repeated names. “Niko. Tassos.” Niko had wavy hair. Tassos's was straight. Otherwise Robbie couldn't have told them apart.

“Niko. Tassos,” Robbie said, looking from one to the other. They all laughed and nodded and Niko put an arm around his shoulder and hugged him. Theo took Robbie's hand and put it on his cock. It was hard again. So was Robbie's. Theo put an arm around his waist and moved his other hand slowly over him, up along his ribs and across his chest and down to his groin where his erection was imprisoned. He was making it clear to everybody that he had chosen Robbie; they were pairing off publicly. It amazed Robbie but he loved it. He wished he could stay forever. Copper tankards of
retsina
were set out along the table and Theo filled a glass and held it to Robbie's lips for him to drink. As soon as he had done so, Robbie took the glass and held it for Theo. They continued to share the glass, refilling it constantly and feeding each other wine. When their eyes met, they became inextricably fixed in each other. Sometimes they were able to break the contact by laughing at themselves, Theo's laughter so joyously youthful that Robbie wondered if he might be younger than he, and sometimes their gaze grew so intense and their hands moved with such urgency on each other that he didn't think they could stay out of each other's arms a moment longer.