Perfect Freedom (29 page)

He had time to observe that in the exclusively male gathering, except for the Dianopoulou party, they weren't the only pair exchanging physical endearments. A good many arms were around a good many shoulders. Couples sang as they looked yearningly into each other's eyes. Groups danced together, lined up on the floor in a row linked by the handkerchiefs they held in their hands. They dipped and stamped and leaped in skillful unison to an elusive beat. There were slow dances and fast dances, sometimes with a leader, always in a row. This pattern was broken when two boys moved onto the floor and performed a dance of astonishingly explicit eroticism. To Robbie, it appeared to be a mating rite and he hoped his parents wouldn't be shocked. Occasionally, he caught his mother's eye from several tables away and smiled and nodded distractedly at her before he returned his enthralled attention to Theo.

Helene felt guilty about leaving the boy to his own devices. It wasn't the sort of evening he was apt to enjoy. He would find the noise and the rough boys irritating, although he seemed to be playing some sort of game involving a wineglass with the handsome lad beside him. She didn't quite know how he'd been separated from the party. She'd thought he was with the young English painter and then they'd both disappeared. She really shouldn't have let herself get so taken up by Carl. The music grew faster and suddenly Mrs. Dianopoulou was on her feet and whirling into the lead of a row of dancers. She moved with charming grace and assurance.

“You see?” Carl said, leaning close to Helene to make himself heard. “She is wrong to make fun of me when I tell her she is beautiful.” He spoke with disarming affection. Helene thought he was really very nice but wished he didn't make her feel that he was about to pounce.

They were all a bit giddy from the long evening of
retsina
. Robbie swayed and propped himself against the table as Theo disengaged himself from him and rose. He stood with a hand on his shoulder and spoke to him. The hand seemed to be telling him to stay where he was. Their eyes gazed lingeringly at each other. Theo gave his chin a tender little tap and turned away. The twins stood and patted Robbie's shoulders and followed. Robbie's eyes roved admiringly over their wide shoulders and slim hips. All three had similar builds, the twins more developed and mature, too compact and muscular to be graceful but sexually compelling. He wondered if they were alike in every detail.

The music came to a halt and the musicians began to put away their instruments. There was a general movement toward the exit. Robbie searched for his interpreter and saw him standing at Mrs. Dianopoulou's side. He hurried to him and drew him aside while the party prepared to leave.

“He's gone. What do I do now? He seemed to want me to stay here,” Robbie said in an undertone.

“I doubt it. They're closing. Don't worry,” Johnny reassured him. “One thing about an island is that you always know where everybody is. He'll turn up at the right moment.”

They all drifted out, Robbie dragging his feet beside Johnny in case Theo came back for him. He knew they would find each other somewhere. Their hands on each other all evening, the last look they had exchanged were guarantees that Theo wouldn't let him get away.

They wandered along the waterfront, everybody telling Mrs. Dianopoulou and each other what a fascinating evening it had been. Johnny nudged Robbie and nodded ahead of them. Robbie saw three familiar figures standing under a streetlight and he was instantly afire with the need to be at the Greek boy's side. He was disappointed that the twins were still there but realized that he would never dare go off with Theo if they weren't. Numbers lent innocence. He said a polite goodnight to everybody and murmured another word of gratitude to Johnny and moved on toward Theo, trying not to hurry. The three brothers gathered around him, all talking at once, and pointed at a boat. Robbie supposed they were putting on a performance for his parents' sake. He looked into Theo's eyes and laughed and touched his hand. He heard a motor start and voices calling, among them his mother's, and the motor went puttering off across the water. Robbie turned as his parents approached.

“These are friends of Johnny Metcalfe. They want me to go somewhere with them,” he explained. “I think they want to show me where they live. Do you mind? They're brothers.”

“Run along,” his father said. “Go see something of the real Greece. You can tell us all about it in the morning.”

“Aren't you tired?” his mother asked. She wondered if he really wanted to go off with these simple good-looking boys or didn't know how to refuse and was waiting for help from her. She had shirked her responsibility to him enough for today. “Don't you want to tell them you've had a pretty long evening?”

“I'm not remotely tired. I don't suppose I'll be very long.” He held his breath, ready to do battle, but she only gave him a thoughtful look and nodded and they both said goodnight and strolled on. At least he could count on his father not to interfere. He expelled a long liberated breath and Theo seized his arm and they leaped together onto a bigger boat than the one Theo had been running. Theo moved purposefully along the benchlike seat, pushing cushions onto the forward floorboards. A lamp on the short mast cast a shadowy shifting pool of light on the forward area, too bright for privacy. The twins edged past them, gripping their arms from behind and shoving them toward each other, and continued to the stern. The engine started and Theo made a grab for Robbie and pulled him down onto the improvised bed. Privacy was forgotten as they came together with the breathless urgency of lovers who have been interrupted in an act of passion. Clothes were flung aside. They were gloriously naked together. Their hands grappled with their bodies while their mouths devoured each other. They rolled about, clasped in each other's arms, in a passion to get into each other's skin. Their hands and mouths were everywhere on each other. The motor drowned their shouts and moans and laughter. Robbie saw that the engine housing offered some shelter from onlookers but he didn't really care. They were all brothers. Theo's cock slammed about against him as Robbie twisted and turned to feel it all over him. They had sudden uncontrollable orgasms against each other's bellies, clamped together to subdue the ecstatic convulsions of their bodies.

They lay quietly in each other's arms, their mouths loosely joined and their tongues indolently playing together. “
S'agapo,
Roddy.
S'agapo
,” Theo murmured against his lips.

“S'agapo.”
It was an odd outlandish sound but Robbie loved saying it. His body was still tingling with what he thought of as an initiation. Nothing that had happened with Rico could compare to it. He had entered a world of adult passion and found a partner waiting to welcome him. He wasn't the victim of some strange private sickness. Theo had held his cock in his mouth, briefly but without aversion. The thought of any of this happening with a girl shocked him; it would be obscene, a desecration of what he thought of as feminine refinement. Male needs demanded male satisfaction. No girl could offer him the complete physical abandon he had shared with Theo.

Theo stirred and pulled a cloth out from somewhere and wiped them off. Robbie looked at the straight nose and the bewitching mouth and stroked his hair and tilted his head so that he could look into the gentle wide-set eyes. A paragon of masculine beauty. His lover. They wanted each other equally, insatiably. Their hands and mouths became active again and their bodies moved against each other as Robbie's erection revived. Theo stroked it lovingly and laughed while Robbie felt Theo's cock lengthening and filling out. Robbie moved to it and Theo acknowledged his desire by holding it and shifting about so that he could stroke Robbie's eyes and nose and cheeks with it. He laughed again and scrambled to his knees and backed up against the forward bulwark. He spread his knees wide and thrust his hips forward and dropped his hand away from it. It lifted with its own power. Light fell on it and isolated it in space like phallic sculpture.

Robbie lifted himself to it with his hands on Theo's thighs and his mouth offered it all the adoration he had discovered in himself; he worshiped proud masculinity. He had found his god. Theo ran his hands through his hair and murmured gentle words to him.

“
S'agapo
,” he repeated “
S'agapo
.”

He called out something to the twins, whose presence Robbie had almost forgotten.

In a moment, he felt the cushions give under a new weight and his daze of adoration was shattered by somebody moving around close behind him. His heart suddenly raced with excitement as it dawned on him that Theo wasn't going to keep him exclusively for himself. By sharing him, he would extend his conquest of him. Robbie was seized by a passion of surrender. Theo pulled his head up against his chest and put his arms around his shoulders and held him firmly, a captive for his brother's pleasure.

A hand moved over his buttocks and oiled fingers prepared him. Robbie's heart pounded as he wondered again if the twins were as magnificently equipped as their brother.

Hands held his hips and lifted them and hard flesh entered him easily. It felt no bigger than Rico's but the hands were filled with desire to know his body. They moved over him eagerly and found his erection and fondled it as if they enjoyed feeling it. Men, even married men, didn't have to pretend to be indifferent to a boy's body.

He broke Theo's hold on him. If they were all going to take him, he wanted to participate in his surrender. He wanted men to want him. He wanted to give them pleasure.

He swung his shoulders around and looked up at the man who was joined to him. He recognized Niko's wavy hair. The handsome young Greek smiled down at him. Robbie lifted a hand and moved it slowly up over the compact body, lingering to caress the muscles of his chest and toy with his nipples. He felt the flesh within him grow harder and slip deeper into him. He reached for the back of Niko's neck and pulled his head down and opened his mouth to this unexpected lover. Niko's kiss was reticent until Robbie aroused it to passion with his darting tongue. He was gathered into strong arms and Niko began to move in him with a conqueror's thrust. He wasn't just being used as a convenience; they were making love together. He seemed to be filled with a vast reservoir of love that was finally being tapped. Sex was the key to all of life's rewards.

Niko's thrusts accelerated as he drove toward orgasm. His hands were intent on bringing Robbie with him. Their mouths broke apart and they both cried out with the approaching climax. Robbie found the cloth and held it in readiness. They achieved simultaneous orgasms and Robbie let himself drop down betwen Theo's legs and laid his face against the object of his adoration. Theo smoothed his hair. Niko clung to him while his erection diminished, then withdrew from him slowly and was gone.

Theo sat propped up against the bulwark. He leaned forward and turned Robbie's face up to him and looked at him with solicitous eyes. He spoke to him questioningly. He pronounced the twins' names. Asking if he minded being shared by the brothers? Robbie smiled and rubbed his cheek against the magnificent erection. He hoped to convey his acquiescence to anything his lover proposed.

Theo called out to the stern and a voice answered from nearby. Tassos stepped into the pool of light, naked and erect, and dropped down beside them. His body was a duplicate of Niko's, his erection much as Robbie had imagined the other's, more or less the same as Rico's. He was pleased that his was bigger than three of the four he had seen so far. The brothers spoke to each other and laughed and Tassos ruffled Theo's hair. He reached for Robbie and pulled him over onto his back. Robbie was reluctant to be seen without an erection but supposed his cock wouldn't remain inert for long. Tassos held him sprawled out across his thighs and both brothers stroked it. It began to burgeon under this double stimulus. Theo leaned forward and kissed it again with a little flick of his tongue and Robbie gasped as it sprang up into full erection. The brothers laughed and Tassos turned and drew him closer. His mouth was sweetly passionate the moment their lips touched. The twins were different. Tassos was more outgoing, more playful, more affectionate. He stroked all of Robbie's body as if he were making a delighted discovery of what a boy's body felt like. He caressed his erection as if he had never known anything so agreeable to the touch. Robbie was a child being cuddled against the massive chest. When their mouths parted, Robbie slid down over him and gratefully drew his erection into his mouth. Its more modest size after his jaw-stretching efforts with the adored one gave him more freedom to demonstrate his hunger for this part of a man's body and he applied himself to making it exciting for his partner. He was getting good at it and he loved feeling so close to the core of a man's desire. Tassos obviously liked it even if it wasn't the done thing here. He made little murmuring sounds and fell back on the support of his arms in order to move his hips to the promptings of Robbie's increasingly skillful mouth. Again, Robbie felt the bond of shared desire. Robbie could feel him approaching orgasm. He was nearing a climax himself when the Greek uttered a cry and his hips convulsed and Robbie swallowed his ejaculation. Tassos stroked Robbie's face as he completed the act with a final little play of his tongue on softening flesh.

The brothers pulled him up between them and spoke to each other cheerfully. Tassos reached over and held Theo's cock for a moment and they both laughed. He pulled himself to his feet and Theo rolled up on top of Robbie and they kissed and moaned and writhed against each other with the need to reclaim each other. Robbie was glad he hadn't had an orgasm with Tassos. All his desire was aroused and focused again on Theo. He was sure he would never want anybody so much as long as he lived. He belonged to him. Theo could give him to anybody he liked; nobody could make him stop belonging to Theo. His cock felt bigger than ever. Robbie didn't know how he had been able to wait for it for so long but the wait was ending.