Remembering Greg And Belize

I met Greg on a trip to the Bahamas. He was on his day off while the ship was in port enjoying a bit of the sun and surf. A tall fellow, long limbs, he worked as a waiter, adventures after college. We hit it off on that beach that day, and when it was time to say goodbye the strangest thing happened, we said goodbye with a kiss on the lips. He said he had enjoyed talking to me and gave me information of how to get ahold of him.

I spent the next semester troubled by that kiss and I didn't try to contact Greg. Then I got the impulse and wrote a note and mailed it and the next thing I know I get a letter back, he said he had quit the job on the ship, and was living in Belize writing a book. Why didn't I come down to see him. Greg wasted no time, none at all. I found myself laid flat on my stomach with Greg on my back and his cock in my ass. I was Greg's boyfriend. I spent two weeks with him, with lots of sex and he helped me navigate all the positions and learning how to make love to his cock.

I won't or can't go into the things we did, some of them one time things just to prove to ourselves we could do it. What we did do, was sit out on the veranda and watch the ocean, and from time to time, get off the lounger and go make love to his cock, after which he made love to me and we had sex, and then go back out and sit on the veranda. I found that having make love to me excruciatingly delicious. The whole thing, from the kissing and whole body loving, to penetration and receiving his semen inside me. For those two weeks I was his boyfriend.

But things changed, I graduated, I took a job and Belize and Greg became a memory of my college days, They still are, I wonder often how Greg is doing, and when I invite a lover to penetrate me I lose myself in that delicious memory of Greg and the sound of the surf as he made love to me.