Tracey Parker is a gay cruising fanatic who travels around the world and to share his escapades with Squirt.org members This time, Tracey takes us on a Hellenic adventure by sharing a hot hookup story taking place near a queer cruising bar in Athena, Greece.

I had decided to go to Sami’s Bar on my first night in Athens because I had read about it online, and it seemed like my kind of place. 

I was glued to my phone, following the streets turn by turn, completely unaware of my surroundings. When I came upon Victoria Park, it demanded my attention in a way nowhere else in the city had up to this point.

The scene at Victoria Park was unlike anything I had ever seen, yet it was also familiar. I looked at it the way I used to look at the cool kids’ table in high school—one I was never welcome to join. The guys at that table had a charisma I never possessed, and I felt ashamed of myself because of it.

All around Victoria Park were groups of handsome guys, smiling and laughing, but also carrying themselves seriously, the way cool guys do all over the world. They looked like the white kids I grew up with, but these were dark-skinned Arab men.

I was so taken by the atmosphere that I decided to sit on a bench. My eyes continued to absorb the urban splendor and the pretty faces. There was an energy to the place I wanted to feel more of; I wasn’t ready to leave yet.

The sun was setting, and the heat was beginning to fade. It was becoming more comfortable, and I was starting to relax. Then, I began to notice that some of the men were looking at me. I quickly realized what was going on, but I still marveled at the otherworldly atmosphere. There was still so much I had never experienced.

The next thing I knew, a handsome young man sat down next to me and greeted me in English.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“I’m on my way to Sami’s Bar,” I told him.

“Oh, okay. I like it there. I was just there a little earlier, but I came outside to be with my friends. There’s nothing going on in there yet—nothing out here either.”

“What do you mean?”

“No clients. I’m an escort. My name is Omar.” He extended his hand, and I admired its sturdiness before taking it, allowing him to squeeze my hand in a firm, sensual manner.

“Do you know about this park?”

“Well, I read a little online,” I told him.

“So you know what happens here?”

“Why don’t you tell me?”

Instead, he smiled and allowed silence to fill the space between us.

We ended up walking over to Sami’s Bar together. It was located on a side street off the plaza. 

On our way, we passed half a dozen hotels. Omar told me we could go into any one of them and that he could give me a good time. Then he told me he had a big dick. He pulled out his phone, pulled up a picture of it, and showed me. As I looked, he held his phone out and urged me to hold it.

I was looking at the photo, but I felt him looking straight at me—intensely. I looked up into his eyes, and he asked in a stern tone, “Do you want?”

I nodded, and he began to slowly take control of the evening.

We approached a small pharmacy. Omar asked if I minded stopping so he could buy something. 

At the counter, he and the pharmacist began speaking in another language I didn’t recognize. The attendant looked like Omar, so I thought it might be their native tongue. Suddenly, I recognized the word Viagra.

The pharmacist handed a box of pills to Omar and charged him. Upon receiving his change, Omar roughly ripped the thin cardboard box in half, popped a pill into his mouth, and shoved the rest of the box into his back pocket. He looked at me, gave a devilish wink, and grabbed his crotch.

“What do you think?” he asked me. “You want this?”

I nodded without saying a word.

“Very good.”

We walked past Sami’s Bar to a hotel Omar selected. Inside, he began speaking to the desk clerk in another language I didn’t understand. He was a smooth operator. The attendant handed Omar a towel, a key, and a remote control.

The hotel room was simple; all the energy inside came from Omar. He removed his shirt immediately, and shortly after, I could smell his spicy, musty body on my side of the bed. He had a slender, strong frame, plenty of chest hair, and a shadow of dark hair emerging from beneath his white underwear and skinny jeans.

I undressed quickly, admiring the contrast between our bodies, our ages, where we had come from, and the lives we had lived. I sat on the edge of the bed, and he came over to stand in front of me so that his cock, pressing a mark through his jeans, tickled my face.

He unbuttoned his jeans, and the zipper slid halfway down. I breathed him in through my nose, intoxicated by his scent. 

I grabbed the waistband of his underwear and pulled it down, exposing more of his thick, curly forest of pubic hair. He worked his jeans off his hips until they fell to the floor. His veiny cock swung out toward me, and I caught it with my open mouth. I wrapped the fingers of both hands around its thick base tenderly, beginning to devour it and savor its salty flavor.

When it became too big to fit in my mouth, he told me to get on all fours so he could fuck me. I let his cock fall from my mouth, watching gravity pull it down toward the floor before it bounced back up.

I turned and knelt on the bed, noticing a mirror in front of us. I looked up and saw him putting on a condom—casually and confidently, like everything else he did. Afterward, he jerked himself off with a serious look on his face. The room was quiet, filled with a dark intensity. 

I was dying with anticipation to have him inside me, hoping it wouldn’t hurt when he entered. As time stood still, I thought about the two of us getting our bodies ready for each other and what a strange, intimate ritual it was. The exoticism of the situation had eclipsed my pure physical attraction to his body.

Then I felt him position himself against me. I slowly pushed back onto his cock and began to breathe loudly and greedily. Once the tip was inside, he leaned into me, letting his full length fill my body. 

I let out a groan that came from deep within—a place I had never known. He then began relentlessly driving into me, his thighs smacking against the backs of my legs. My groans turned to tearful sobs as he continued to work over me.

He paused to catch his breath, and after a moment, I calmed down too.

“Are you having a good time?” he asked.

I mumbled an “uh-huh,” and he resumed. He told me he was going to come and asked how I wanted it.

“On my stomach while I’m lying down,” I told him.

He pulled out, and I flipped over. I grabbed a pillow to rest my head on, while he placed another beneath my torso to line himself up better. He entered me a bit more, then pulled out again, discarded the condom, and jerked himself off. His thick white cum sprinkled over my body, mixing with my sweat and the droplets that had dripped from him.

We were both moaning, catching our breath, and slowly returning to reality.

Once we had settled, he made a hand gesture. I pulled his money out of my jeans pocket.

We put our clothes back on and left the room together. We walked downstairs, out onto the street, and over to Sami’s Bar to have a drink.

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