Phil ambled through the narrow streets of the small village. At this time of the year he liked to be comparatively near to where his family had their original home and Litochoro was as good as any of the similar villages in the vicinity.
"Hey, Phil."
He turned at the shout and returned the wave from a young man. He had already been there several days and had made a couple of casual friends to sit, talk and drink with. He would stay there a few days more and then move on, just like always.
He glanced up at the clear sky and bright sun. It was unseasonably warm. Although he had a jacket in case it turned cold, he was only wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Most of the young people were similarly clad, taking advantage of the warm snap. He smiled at the way the older generation kept their normal layers on, unimpressed by the temperate spell.
The sound of a motorbike's rumble caught his attention as a Harley Davidson hog pulled up alongside him. He tried not to overtly ogle its rider. The male was sex-on-wheels. A broad-chested torso was emphasised by a tight, white vest. Dark chest fur peered alluringly over its rounded neckline. Over that he wore a black leather vest which was fastened with three chains. Well-worn jeans were covered by assless, black leather chaps and large, solid biker's boots completed the ensemble. Next to this impressive male, Phil felt quite boyish.
"Hey, so who are you today?"
Phil grinned at the question. As the rider pulled off his helmet, raven-hued hair fell to his shoulders and his smile glinted, dark and feral, framed by his goatee.
"Philander, you?" he countered, grinning back.
"Viggo," came the reply and both men laughed. Phil ran a hand through his thick, golden-brown hair, his dark eyes, so similar to Viggo's, danced with the same amusement he could see in the biker's. This had become a ritual whenever they met. The easy camaraderie warmed his heart.
"Nice weather," Viggo continued, leaning back and squinting up at an almost cloudless, blue sky.
"Too nice for this time of year," Phil replied.
"Don't knock it, just take advantage when you can," Viggo said, his eyes raking over Phil's slender form. Phil was just a couple of inches shorter than his own just over six-foot frame, but the slighter body always made the difference seem so much more. He stretched, confident in his own raw masculinity, knowing that several sets of eyes were riveted by the movement. "Be honest, are you busy right now?" he queried.
Phil cocked his head to the left as he regarded Viggo levelly, considering his reply. Giving a smile he shook his head.
"No," he said honestly. "I'm not."
"Good," Viggo grinned.
Phil watched as the bigger man eased sinuously off the bike and went to one of the storage boxes. Phil admired Viggo's bikes, although he had never wanted to have one of his own. This one had red bodywork, the steel gleamed cleanly and the customised golden handlebars glinted brightly in the sunlight. Reacting instinctively, he caught the helmet tossed over to him and stared at it.
"You mean...?"
"Put it on and join me," Viggo said slowly as if talking to a small child. He laughed at the scowl on Phil's smooth-skinned face. He gave a victorious grin as the younger man slid the helmet into place. "You'll need your jacket, too," he added.
Staring at the small space in which he had to sit, Phil suddenly realised how close he and Viggo would be. Certain parts of him cheered at this revelation, however, common sense dictated he subdue any such wayward libido. Viggo was not a man to mess with and that kind of thought was ridiculous. He eased carefully behind the bigger man.
"Hold my waist," Viggo directed. "You're not used to this and it'll be safer. When it gets a little rougher just slide your arms round tighter and lean into me. I'm a good rider. I'll keep you safe."
"Thanks," Phil said. He was touched the other man was being so considerate. He liked Viggo's company although the other man could be dark and melancholy on occasion. However, at the moment, it was Phil who had been somewhat down and Viggo was already making him feel much better.
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The ride was exhilarating. Viggo eased them through the village and onto the open road, opening up the throttle to let Phil experience the speed and power of the machine. Then he turned off onto a less frequented road and finally onto what seemed little more than a footpath through some dense pine forest. Phil held tightly around Viggo's trim waist, leaning against his back as the older man negotiated the rough terrain with practised ease.
Finally Viggo slowed to a stop and Phil gingerly got off. His legs were a little shaky from the ride and he expected some ribbing from the bigger man, but Viggo just gave a smile.
"Stiff?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow.
"A little," Phil admitted. Certain parts that he was still trying to will into quiescence throbbed dangerously at the single word and Phil was grateful that Viggo was opening his other box and tugging out a backpack.
"This way," Viggo said, marching forward.
Phil dutifully followed. After a minute or two he gave a gasp at the sight of the small pool that Viggo was leading him towards. The clearing was a perfect sun-trap, Phil noticing the increase in warmth as even the light wind vanished. It was quiet, serene and Phil felt the residue of tension leave his body.
"It's beautiful," he enthused.
"Very beautiful," Viggo replied. However, the bigger man's dark eyes were not on the pool, as Phil's were. Instead they were focused on the younger man himself.
Entranced with the pool, Phil failed to notice Viggo's predatory stare at him and it took another moment for him to realise Viggo was stripping. He started as he found himself staring at Viggo's naked ass as the older man shoved his jeans down to his ankles. As deft fingers rapidly untied boots, Phil turned away and began to undress himself. He did not need to be asked. The pool silently begged to be swum in.
It took seconds to yank off his jacket, t-shirt and jeans. His briefs and socks joined the small pile and then he eyed up the best spot to get into the water. Not sure of its depth, he had no intention of diving or jumping.
As soon as he was naked, Viggo had angled himself to unobtrusively watch Phil. The younger man's smooth, golden skin seemed to glow in the sunlight. His own furred skin was darker in hue. Viggo licked his lips. Phil was beautiful. It was a word Viggo had used carelessly many times in his varied past, but it was true of the youth before him. He let his eyes caress the naked form and then purposefully moved to where he knew he could dive in.
With a soft sigh of pleasure, Phil eased into the warm water. He sank slowly, immersing himself and treading water as he performed a slow pirouette. He glanced over at Viggo and then stared. The older man was standing on a rock, ready to dive in. His body was perfection, from the classically handsome face, to flat male breasts, down the muscular torso and six-pack abdomen to the well-defined thighs and calves. He could be a Greek statue brought to life. Only the dark body-hair served to remind that the body was living and breathing.
With consummate grace, Viggo dived. He was sure he had felt Phil's eyes on him and he had purposely posed for an extra minute or two. His body arced through air and then into the water with a minimal splash. He knew roughly where Phil was treading water and with the grace of a sea-nymph he surfaced inches from the younger man with a broad grin on his darkly-handsome face.
"Nice move," Phil said, trying to keep his voice neutral.
"Thanks," Viggo purred as he floated a short distance from the younger man.
"I never knew this was here," Phil said. "It's wonderful."
"I had it made just for you," Viggo said, his tone lightly sardonic.
"You are so full of s..." The rest of Phil's laughing rejoinder was lost as a handful of water hit him squarely in the face. It was the opening salvo in a water battle that both men participated in wholeheartedly and neither could lose.
Finally the water-play eased as if by mutual consent and the two men swam for a while, relaxing and enjoying themselves. Viggo checked the progress of the sun and slipped from the water to stretch out on a sun-baked rock.
"Time to dry off before going back. Don't want to lose the sun before we're dry."
"Sure." Phil copied the older man and lounged on his own warm rock. He angled himself to be able to see Viggo's naked body, feeling almost like a voyeur. The older man had stretched cat-like, full length on the rock. His legs were spread with his right knee drawn up and at right angles to the rest of his body. Phil found his eyes repeatedly drawn to the shadowed crevasse and then up towards where Viggo's half-hard shaft lay on his left thigh.
With a soft groan of frustration, Phil rolled onto his stomach to squash his own burgeoning erection. It seemed that his body really liked the sight of the older man and that was something that was not a possibility. At all. He focused his mind on the warmth of the sun and his body began to relax once more.
All-too-soon, however, Viggo stood, stretched and ambled to the backpack. He pulled out a small towel, rubbing it quickly over his body and hair before he tossed it to Phil.
"It's been a good day," Viggo said as he dressed.
With a silent sigh, the younger man copied his actions.
"Yes. Yes it has," he agreed. He was sorry it was coming to an end. He took his seat on the back of the bike for the ride back to the village. It seemed as if Viggo took longer to return and Phil absorbed every tactile memory of the closeness of the bigger man's body to savour for when he was alone once more.
He was taken back to the same street where he had been picked up by Viggo that morning. He eased off the bike and replaced the helmet.
"If you're not busy tomorrow, there's somewhere else I could show you?" The question was casually posed and Viggo watched surreptitiously as Phil perked up.
