(This goes back a few years. Hence, the economic struggle of the players involved does not show up!)

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I landed in Athens Friday morning, and checked into a nice hotel on one of the main avenues of Athens. Being a beginner, and this being my very second assignment, I thought, I scored pretty well with this all marble and polished brass digs and all expenses paid atop a handsome hourly fee.

I went for a jog, exploring the neighborhood. A few guys turned their heads, and some 'innocent' smiles were exchanged.

Having a weekend ahead of me, I went barhopping Friday night, hoping to score. The few bars I went into were pretty smokey, guys were mostly of a less desirable mix, and wishing to cut the chase, I opted for the gay baths in downtown Athens.

A few guys introduced themselves, at the door, as 'str8 guys' who were going to let me suck their dicks for money. Well, those dudes were knocking at the wrong door. I shrugged with my shoulders, threw my 'ehfaristou' at them, and went on to explore the other options. A foreigner in Athens usually meant some quick cash, so a small crowd of guys went after me, offering discounts

Eventually, the hustler dudes gave up, and I bumped into a cute, Greek guy, nicely ripped, with curly black hair, in his mid-20s. He flashed a few smiles, and asked me, what I was looking for.

I told him that beating around the bush was not my forte. I was there to get sucked, and fuck a cute dude, if I found one.

Judging by his reaction, he was taken aback. True, I was a foreigner there, but even I should have known that you do not play with open cards at such places.

"Dude, you asked me a direct question, so, I gave you a direct answer."

He went on to say, that he would be happy to show me some local stuff, and teach me the local ways I was obviously very ignorant about. And his name was Georgius. He mentioned his name as if he was disclosing a well-guarded secret, showing a surprising degree of solemnity about it.

Well, I thought, now that I knew Georgius, my Greek experience was going to take a turn for better. I introduced myself mimicking a degree of solemnity he applied to his introduction.

With the formalities behind us, I gave him a questioning look.

If he ever had the intention of sharing his CV with me, that plan got chucked overboard there and then. I hit the gay spa to get my rocks off, not to learn biographies. We can start being friends once we put the pressing business at hand (or at crotch) behind us.

He half-embraced me, and started whispering into my ear:

"Dude, only prostitutes, and their clients fuck here. You either have a place or you need one, if you want to tap my ass."

I could easily see his point. The few available rooms were pretty dirty, and offered little privacy. Georgius did not look like a regular there.

"Follow me, now!", I told him, and he nodded. I paid both his and my tab, and the hustler crowd started commenting amongst themselves in an agitated manner.

Couple of minutes later we were taxing to my hotel. Georgious was duly impressed with my digs, and followed me to my room.

I locked the door behind us, and started kissing him and unbuttoning his white shirt. If anything, I caught up with my young Greek god, all wiry and ripped, abs shining with a few drops of sweat on them.

He was not holding back anymore. He grabbed my cock, and went down on it. After a short sucking session, probably meant to show me that he knew his trade, he looked up at me, and asked, while holding my cock in his hand, 'So, this is what you are proposing for tonight?'

I looked around, like I was giving it a serious second thought, and said, 'Yeah, dude, that's what you have got to work on tonight."

A big smile spread around his lips. "Wow, I like them big and heavy!", he said.

By that time, he must have caught my drift. I was not into wasting anyone's time. Let's fuck now, and do the rest later...

I threw a bottle of lube at him. I ripped a condom open, and indicated that I was good and ready to go.

He screamed into the pillow a few times, and took my invasion like a champ. The guy was very tight, and though I was taking my time, breaking him in, had to be painful.

Once he adjusted, the fun and games started, he kept on asking me not to pull it out (I never had any intention of doing so), but used this to tease him a bit. He figured my game out, and was pushing back with all he had.

Well, if I was horny, he was both horny and sexually starved. Whenever I started to slow down the action, he started begging me not to stop.

"Dude, fuck me with all you have got!" I had no intention of holding back.

I shot my load inside the condom, while fucking him doggie style, changed the condom and fucked him in missionary position to shoot again. We ended with him hugging the back of the armchair, bent over it to get all the cock he was craving for. Since both he and I shot three loads each, with literally no breaks in-between, I called a timeout.

"Dude, care for a very late dinner?" I asked.

He looked confused, but the thought of food must have sounded good.

"How are you going to do that?"

I ordered a big meal, and a bottle of wine.

He was pretty fascinated. "Wow, dude I did not know that you can do this.", he said.

Once the waiter knocked on the door, he went to the bathroom, and kept quiet.

A cute, young waiter who rolled the table with all the food in, smiled knowingly, while looking at the bed. I gave him a memorable tip, and made a mental note that this guy, too, looked like someone I would be pretty interested in.

I fucked Georgius again, slow and easy with lots of body contact. He was a strong, tall, muscular dude, and was able to take a lot of heavy pounding, but he, too, welcomed the change of pace.

He fell asleep in my arms, still making out, and smiling.

I fucked him furiously at sunrise, with his feet resting on my shoulders. He admitted that he liked it best that way. By the sound of it, he must have been swearing in Greek like a stevedore, and begging for more in English.

"For a guy who doesn't get fucked this often, I guess, I did pretty well?", he asked.

"Dude, you have been awesome." And I really meant it.

I walked him out after the showers, and hailed and paid his taxi ride back home. I gave him my phone number, and told him to call me if he wanted to meet me again.

I hit the gym, jogged, and spent the rest of my Saturday in bed.

Georgious did not call, and I went looking for my Saturday night hookup in coffee shops of Kolonaki. I nailed a young English exchange student in his digs, and taxied back to my hotel. The guy was unremarkable, but he sure beat a night of solitary exploration in my hotel room.

The events took a strange turn when the guy who opened the branch office door for me Monday morning was this new young office assistant whom they recently hired - Georgius.

KD

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Damn that was HOT!

I never thought about gay baths and professionals - but it makes sense when you are in a tourist area like Athens.

I love the comment "A few guys introduced themselves, at the door, as 'str8 guys' who were going to let me suck their dicks for money. " - like so many posts you see online either from "str8 guys" looking to fuck / get sucked or gay guys who are looking for "str8 guys" to have sex with. It always seems that the gay culture has a fascination with converting the straight guys!

And the bit about your hook-up being the new office assistant... always a bit awkward when you run into someone you had sex with in a non-sexual situation! Acting like nothing happened and both being afraid the other will say something!

Great story - thanks for sharing!

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Being str8 has been the only societally accepted public default in all Eastern Med cultures. Now, being str8 usually also means that you are having sex with other males, too. Because your other, equally str8 friends do, too.

If you are getting your cocked sucked, or if you are fucking another guy, well, the matter at hand is obvious. You are topping, hence you are 'all male'. Who would doubt that? If you end up on the receiving end, there has to be an additional explanation to maintain your 'all male', str8 status. Like, you owed something to the guy who was topping you, and you are paying back. Or you ran out of cash, so this other guy paid you to get some fun. Naturally, you are 'all male and str8' but like all of your buddies, you make exceptions for the 'deserving' guys.

The custom of a bottom dude being given something in exchange for, ehm, his services soon became a pretty universal face saving strategy for a dude who agreed to bottom.

I thought that this MO was kinda silly, but it sure worked. You bought dude a dinner, and since he was short of cash to pay for his part, you fucked the dude. If you ran out of dough, and your buddy bought you a meal, he got to fuck you. A real man always pays his debts, or so the narrative goes.

The foreigners brought a fresh wind into this play, since most of them were not clued in on the local customs. Hence, they were even willing to pay or give away something, and even bttm for you. This made you a double winner, since you got something to trade off for your next sexual encounter.

To quite a few guys, this was only a facade. A dude who enjoyed bottoming got to bottom anyway, because he let one thing lead to another, but it all started with the proper intention of him topping in exchange for something material. So, the pretext was preserved and the dudes with most beads got to play according to their likes.

No one I ever knew questioned the wisdom of this MO. Everybody seemed to see it as perfectly natural.

KD

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Here in the US in my younger days all of us that were fooling around were "straight" we either just "needed to get off" or were "helping a buddy out".

Back then we assumed all gay people acted and sounded like Liberace - who despite claiming to be straight everyone knew...

The rest just acted like "regular guys" until we were alone...




Here, at least in my experience, it was not so much the giving of gifts as the helping a friend out.

Oral was and is the primary activity - with the guys where it went to anal it usually started with trading off - "you fucked me last time so today I get to fuck you". There were a couple of buddies where they had done it but I knew they did not like bottoming so sometimes I would bottom for them with no reciprocation needed. The funny part is they would have to ask - like that made it less gay for me than if I offered.




It was mind games we all played. In our heads we knew it was gay sex - we knew we enjoyed it - but somehow if we were "helping a buddy out" it was not gay it was just getting off.

With the publicity about AIDS anal sex became more and more uncommon. That was no longer just getting off - that was serious.

Now I think that anal has grown in popularity again. Condoms make it safer and medicine means less people are dying from it and it is such a major part of gay porn (I remember old gay porn where they never fucked - the whole video would be oral) - where as the generation growing up early in the days of AIDS were scared off it I think now it is considered "required".

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Yup. This is where our experiences, though coming from different cultures converge. A dude needed to get off, you needed to get off, so you got together and helped each other out.

Every guy out there used to have his group of friends. The guys you would hang out together with. Naturally, a few people mixed with several crowds, and it soon turned out that you and your buddies were not alone in this.

Besides, we have all heard the stories of similar exploits by our elder brothers, uncles, soph students, etc.. The big thing here was that hardly anyone suffered from the 'am I alone in this?' syndrome.

By the time we reached the soph year, we all reached a quiet understanding that having sex with other guys did not make you less straight. It certainly did not make you gay. With so many guys doing it, we all silently agreed that this was kinda 'normal'. Especially, with a few guys who were mentioning that they were going to get married, have children and start families once they graduated, etc.

The stories of our elder brothers, uncles and 'older' friends who did all of the above supported this view. Life was here and then, you were making the best of it, because soon enough, kids, dental bills and mortgage payments were going to be the story of your life anyway.

Very few guys chose to be openly gay. True, we liked to believe that they were all Liberace kind of fems, so no one seriously thought that there was any good in going openly gay. Besides, we were getting pretty much all the sex we needed anyway, so why would you take additional risks and trouble for?




This is the profoundly different bit in our experiences.

First off, oral alone was deemed to be a HS thing, not worthy of college guys. If in a great hurry, oral was fine. 'Dude, we are going to be late for the movies, classes or similar'. So, you went for oral, being your best contingency plan.

Friday night sleepover and oral only? Nope. That would be a waste of your time.

East Med cultures have been highly stratified and not egalitarian for a very long time now. Everyone needed to know his place in the pecking order. Basically, a 'bigger' dude would claim his natural right to top. A better off dude with his own digs would get to set the rules of the game, too. A more popular dude, with a bigger number of friends would also claim his right to top, because he had so 'much' choice, etc.

With the default based on the narrative, 'we are all str8' so we have got to top', both the bottom and the top dudes needed a face-saving strategy that would kinda internally justify a dude's decision to bottom. A new, smaller, inexperienced guy in town needed to make friends. So, he kinda 'owed you'. Hazing as such was virtually unknown, or deemed deviant. But a lonely, young dude with a smaller endowment got to pay his 'entrance' into the established crowd.

None of this was written in stone, and a few bottoms started topping, too. Equally so, a less determined top would agree to bottom for a more 'spectacular' guy who was deemed out of his league, and whom he really wanted badly.

But the 'roles system' functioned pretty well, nonetheless.

If another top dude owed you a favor, he'd introduce you to his bottom friend(s), and it was really up to you to charm him/them into raising their legs up for you.


No doubt that we all knew that the m2m sex we were practicing was a hushed down, if wide-spread affair. Silently, or under the conditions of strict discretion, we all agreed that this WAS gay sex. But hardly anyone would want to say this, or even think about it in those terms. It was a passing thing, enjoyable as it was... And there was really no need to dwell on it too much. It made our lives so much easier, and no one felt a hostage to the dictate of their often demanding and at times, blackmailing girlfriends.

True, the AIDS outbreak sent a few guys running for the hills, and they swore 'the never again' oath. In most cases, this 'never again' lasted for more than several days, until the next party, sleepover, or similar showed up on the horizon. Everyone I knew embraced the condoms, probably because it also reinforced the idea that you were being 'normal'. You would not go bare on your GF either because you would not want to knock her down into an unwanted, premature pregnancy. So, being 'str8' soon entailed the total use of condoms. A few guys also agreed that this helped avoid messy incidents with less, ehm, sophisticated bottom guys.

I'd say that anal sex remains a default. But with so many guys out there hooking up for sex with ease, dudes who are into oral only, frottage only, etc., also have a fair chance of hooking up with someone who is sharing their preferences.

SC

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Yes - the old "boys will be boys" covered a lot of sex play. In many ways I think society views it as guys "can't help themselves" when they get horny they have to do something.

Although sometimes the "everyone is doing it" backfired. I remember a guy trying to get me to fool around and he started saying "Well Bob and Jim both did and they liked it" - and that was what scared me off - that he would be telling everyone what I did!


Here in the US the lines were much less defined. He blew me I blew him. He fucked me, I fucked him. That does not mean it was always a 1 for 1 trade - had a buddy that really did not like being bottom at all - but he did try it - it was just too uncomfortable for him. So at the times he really wanted to fuck I was willing to bottom since I knew it was not that he wasn't willing to - it just was not good for him.





That was very much the same for us - it was never talked about until the next time we were ready to do it. There were no signs of affection except during sex - we were not boyfriends - we were sex buddies.

And it sure did make life easier - I don't see how I could have gone through my teenage years with just jacking off!

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