Chapter 1
It was a cold morning at the beginning of December in Thessaloniki, when Ryland and Victor took their private boat from the island Elizo and docked into the second largest Greek city. They had their own private port that they rented by the year, and Ryland had to make the payment for the upcoming year, but that wasn’t the reason they were here today. It was Victor’s birthday and he was turning fifty-one today, but according to Ryland, his father had never looked better than he did on this cold, gloomy morning.
A lot of people didn’t know that it got really cold in Greece in the winter, and that sometimes even it snowed. Of course, the further south you went in the country, the warmer it was, but Thessaloniki was pretty far up north. Victor docked the boat, as Ryland got off and headed towards the office of Kyros Xipias, where he had to make the payment for the upcoming year. Xipias never let him pay for a few years ahead of time, even though Ryland had tried to do so many times before.
By the time he signed the next year’s contract, and was done with it all, Victor was already waiting for him outside. Xipias always gave them weird looks, because Ryland and Victor looked alike, but he never knew what they were to each other. Ryland shook hands with the Greek who opened the office just for Ryland today, and then nodded, tipped him and joined his father outside, while Xipias was following them with his suspicious eyes.
“Do you think he knows?” asked Victor, waving at the Greek man from outside. “What we are to each other?”
“I think he suspects we’re related, but I don’t think his mind is open enough for him to consider the possibilities of the full potential of our relationship,” said Ryland and Victor laughed.
They put their hands together and they kissed. It was very early in the morning on a Sunday, so there weren’t that many people out and about, and even though they were together officially and non-officially for almost six years, Ryland always got a thunderstorm in his stomach every time he was able to kiss his father in public.
“I love you,” said Victor, looking at Ryland’s green eyes that were a complete mirror to his own.
“I love you too, Dad,” said Ryland. “And happy birthday.”
“Don’t remind me,” said Victor.
They continued walking down the port of Thessaloniki, holding hands and enjoying the cold weather. Ryland was dressed in comfortable sweatpants and red sweater, with a beanie that covered his man-bun. Victor was wearing jeans and a sweater as well, but he didn’t have a beanie on his head, letting his light brown hair that was streaked with gray hairs out in the open sun.
They had breakfast at a local vegan Gyro place downtown that was open. Ryland stopped eating animal products while he was researching his second book, and he found out how much animal agriculture affected climate change and contributed to global warming. Victor tried to eat plant-based, but every once in a while he couldn’t resist eating a greasy burger or a thick stake and when he did so he tried to make sure Ryland didn’t find out so he wouldn’t upset his son, but somehow Ryland always did find out and would scold him like a little child, concerned about Victor’s health and the impact it had on the environment, which Victor found adorable.
After breakfast, they rented a car and drove to a small city called Edessa, that was settled on a cliff from which water fell, making it a breathtaking scene to approach as they drove from Thessaloniki. Ryland had rented them a little cabin over there so they could spend a few days in peace and quiet, but also surrounded by other people before having to go back to their private island Elizo on which they had built their home. Ryland loved being there with his father, walking around naked all day without having to worry about anyone, but they were having some problems with the plumbing the last few weeks and they weren’t able to get anyone to come until Monday, which is why they decided to treat themselves to a little trip in the small Greek city, that was close enough, but also pretty secluded.
The house that Ryland rented was small, but very charming. It was two stories high, with a kitchen and living room on the bottom, and a bedroom and restroom on top. The girl who was renting it was named Souzana, and she was pleasant and spoke good English, even though Ryland and Victor had no problems communicating in Greek with her. She just assumed they were American because of Ryland’s name.
Once they got in the small house that was going to be theirs for the next four days and closed the door behind them, Ryland and Victor started kissing right away.
Ryland never expected that he would be able to fuck only one person for the rest of his life without the flame of passion being extinguished, but here they were, the same horn-dogs that they were when they first broke the taboo between them and had sex on that cold morning in Montana all those years ago.
Victor pulled the beanie off of Ryland’s head, and brushed his fingers against the short buzz-cut sides, grabbing a handful of Ryland’s long hair that was pulled up on top of his head. Ryland kissed his dad’s neck, and helped him get out of his sweater. Both their cocks were already rock hard, as Victor grabbed Ryland’s ass and pressed his son forward while squeezing Ryland’s bubble but as their dicks rubbed together over the barrier of the clothes.
“Fuck,” moaned Ryland as Victor removed his sweater and undershirt in one swift and experienced movement, revealing the younger man’s chiseled and well-sculpted torso. They had a private gym on Elizo that they both used regularly, but they also had so much sex that it was almost impossible for them to gain weight or fall out of shape. Ryland kissed his father with burning passion, removing his sweatpants and his underwear as he went down on his knees in front of Victor’s burning crotch. Ryland kissed Victor’s tight belly as his fingers undid the buttons on his father’s jeans and his dad’s angry hard nine-inch cock slapped him against the face. Ryland’s own cock was as hard as his father’s, and he grabbed it with his left hand and started stroking it, as he opened his mouth and took Victor’s entire shaft down his throat without gagging once. Victor moaned, and Ryland reached out with his right hand and grabbed his dad’s nipple and started playing with it as he bobbed his head up and down, taking every inch of his dad’s thick man meat.
Ryland’s own cock grew an extra inch throughout the years, as he fully formed his body from a teenager’s to a young man’s, and now father and son looked almost identical when naked, with the same shaped and length cocks, the only difference between them the few gray hairs on Victor’s hot and muscular body.
“Fuck, Ry,” said Victor, his head swimming from pleasure. “Suck it hard, baby boy.”
“Mmmm,” said Ryland as he sucked his father’s cock like nothing in the world mattered.
Victor felt his orgasm building up, but he didn’t want to blow so fast, so he pulled Ryland off his cock, grabbed his son by the armpits and pulled him up and started making out with him as he got out of his jeans using only his legs. They both still had their shoes and socks on, but Victor didn’t have time to remove his, and Ryland had totally forgot as he stepped out of his sweatpants that were now laying on the floor.
Victor sucked on Ryland’s tongue, and bit on the younger man’s lower lip, as he turned him around and bend him over the small cute sofa that was in their rented house for the weekend, and he got on his knees, burying his face between Ryland’s ass cheeks and attacking his hole like there was no tomorrow.
Ryland moaned. There was nothing hotter for him than sucking the cock that made him, except for maybe having his ass eaten by the man who gave him life. His cock rubbed against the armrest of the sofa as his dad viciously attacked his rear end with his tongue. Ryland reached out behind him and pushed Victor’s face deeper inside him as Victor made circles and penetrated Ryland’s ass with his tongue.
“Fuck, I can’t last much longer,” said Ryland.
Victor knew exactly what that meant. He got up on his legs and positioned his cock at his son’s entrance, spat on his hand and rubbed a little bit more spit on there, and then pushed. His cock disappeared completely in Ryland’s bubble butt with one swift and smooth stroke and both of them moaned. Victor’s face was facing the ceiling, but he could’ve sworn he saw heaven. Ryland’s face was buried in the sofa, but as his dad started to plow him, first slowly and sensually, and then picking up the speed, hitting Ryland’s sweet spot, he straightened up and Victor wrapped his muscular arm around Ryland’s tight chest and Ryland turned his head around so they can kiss while Victor was fucking him like a machine.
Ryland knew he didn’t have much time, and after all this time he had become such a pro at cumming without touching himself, that he knew he was going to blow his load any minute now.
“FUCK!” bellowed Victor as he unloaded his seed inside his son’s ass. Ryland felt the waves of sperm hitting his prostate as Victor buried his entire nine-inch shaft balls-deep into his ass, and he started cumming hard, spraying his jizz all over the sofa in front of him, while shouting. “Oh my fucking god!”
Both of their heads swam as Ryland put his face down on the sofa where his jizz landed not even seconds ago, and Victor collapsed on top of him, his dick still buried in Ryland’s hole, but going softer by the second as they both enjoyed the bliss that comes from having an orgasm.
They stayed like this for a few minutes, until they caught they breaths and stopped panting like animals, and then Ryland shifted under his dad, which made Victor get up and remove his spent cock gently from his son’s hole with a soft little plop. Ryland straightened up, and he could feel his father’s cum leaking out of his ass and dripping down his leg, but he didn’t care.
He turned around and faced his father, and they kissed deeply and passionately.
“This never gets old,” said Ryland.
“Tell me about it,” said Victor and they smiled, looking each other in the eyes, their foreheads pressed together.
“You want to go for another round?” asked Ryland.
“Well, it is my birthday,” said Victor and they both laughed.
“Happy Birthday, Dad,” said Ryland and kissed Victor again, wrapping his hands around his dad’s broad shoulders, their bodies pressing against each other.
Just as their spent cocks started to get hard again, there was a knocking on the door. They broke the kiss and looked at each other. Did Souzana forget to tell them something important? Or were they too loud and some of the neighbors heard them?
They stayed like, holding each other, and listening to hear who was trying to interrupt them. For a second, Victor and Ryland thought they imagined it, and they lost each other in their kiss again, when the knocking returned.
“Who do you think it is?” asked Victor, whispering.
“I don’t know, but I better go check,” said Ryland and he grabbed the sweatpants off the floor, putting them on as he walked towards the door to see who was knocking and why.
