Cliff could feel the cool dank of the cave as he stepped inside. There was also a certain familiarity, as he had returned to this very spot for more years than he liked to count. The sea air swept through, keeping the air from being too musty, and there was just enough light from some small crevice’s that made maneuvering about much simpler. He hadn’t remembered the ceiling being so low, as he tried to stand upright and banged his head slightly on the low ceiling.

“Damn,” he muttered. The caused a slight laugh from the form in front of him. His beauty seemed to be ageless, as he was as attractive as the first time, they entered this space together. As the stars began to dissipate from his head, he noticed a perfect beam of light that crossed the man’s body from his left shoulder to his right thigh. Cliff wasn’t sure, but he was convinced that the beam was a bit brighter at his crotch, as the man’s slowly swelling dick seemed to almost have a halo about it. Cliff’s breath became shallow, and his mouth moist with anticipation.

Cliff approached the man, as if being caught in some sexual tractor beam, and when he was but a few inches from the man, he dropped to his knees. The man took a step forward and presented his now fully engorged cock to Cliff’s parted lips. With a moan, Cliff allowed his slab of meat to slide between his lips. The man gently grabbed a handful of Cliff’s lush hair and pushed the last few inches into his waiting throat. He threw his head back and let out his own moan…uttering a single word.

“Bellissimo, “the man said.

Cliff began to flex the muscled in the back of his throat, milking the man’s cock head. His eyes trailed up the man’s solid, muscled body, as his eyes locked with the man he was pleasuring. A slight grin was upon his face, and his eyes told Cliff all he needed to know. He then began to suck the man’s cock with earnest; sliding his lips to the tip of the head and then forcing it all the way into the back of his throat. The man began to gently rock his hips forward and backward in a gentle thrusting motion, helping Cliff achieve the depth in his throat he seemed to be craving. The man began to pick up speed, and his breaths became short and shallow. Suddenly, the man pulled himself out of Cliff’s mouth, and reached down underneath Cliff’s arms, pulling him to his feet.

The two locked lips with a hunger only compared to a pair whose love had been put on hold for a long time. This was their case…sort of. Not so much driven by love, but more lust. They knew that there was nothing more to their relationship than these encounters in a dark wet cave in Greece, but it was the assurance that the other would be there year after year that sustained them. No matter what, or who they met between trysts, each knew that the other would be there, and be as hungry as they for the carnal joys one man can give another. They continued to swap tongues, fervently grasping and groping each other’s body. It was the man who had the strength to break their lip lock and held Cliff’s head between his hands and looked deeply into his eyes.

“I…suck…you…now, “the man muttered in broken English. Cliff smiled, nodded an affirmative, and the man sank to his knees and began to suck on Cliff’s now throbbing dick. The man moaned as he tried to replicate Cliff’s motions on his own dick moments before, but Cliff’s girth made it a challenge from the go. He began by gently stroking the massive meat as his mouth teased the head. Reaching behind himself he pulled out a bottle of poppers. Taking a break only to take a few deep inhales from the bottles contents, he then passed the bottle up to Cliff, who did the same. As if by magic the man’s throat seemed to open, as more of Cliff’s hard dick was able to take his cock down to the base. Both remained motionless for a moment, each allowing the other to acclimate to their current position. The man then began to suck Cliff deep and fast, each down stroke forcing his nose into Cliff’s bush. Cliff threw his head back in pleasure, and then leaned forward until his ripped arms were braced on the wall of the cave. He could still feel a slight trace of the man’s heat where he has been leaning moments before. Cliff felt himself thrusting into the man’s mouth, amazed that his beautiful squared jaw could take such a pounding. His hips were meeting each oncoming thrust with power, and he felt himself approaching the point of no return. He pulled out as the man had done to him, raised him to his feet and resumed the lip locking.

Cliff then stopped and looked the b=man deep in his eyes. He saw the lust that had enveloped him as well, as the man smiled and turned to face the cave wall. Cliff bent and began to flick his wet tongue around the man’s puckered hole. The man let out a loud moan and reached back to grab the back of Cliff’s head, forcing him deeper into his quarry. Cliff responded by burrowing his tongue into his ass as deeply as he could, sending the man into a fit of convulsions that Cliff assumed to be a full orgasm. He reached up to grab the man’s dick, and was surprised to find it slick, but only with precum. He smiled to himself as he realized the internal orgasm he had caused. He continued his tongue’s onslaught, making the channel slick. The man was once again taking a few huge hits from his brown bottle and thrust his butt into Cliff’s face as he arched his back. Cliff took this as his go sign and stood up behind the man.

He dribbled a trail of spit onto his hardened cock and placed the head at the man’s quivering hole. The man was taking large huffs from his brown bottle and was reaching that place of excitement he had only truly experienced in this cave with Cliff. Cliff gently pressed forward and felt the man’s pucker open up to his hammer hard cock. There was little resistance as Cliff slid inch after inch into the man’s hole. When it was deep inside the man’s ass, he forced him to turn his head back toward Cliff, and the two shared a bit more tongue play. The man’s eyes were slightly glassy; from the poppers or from Cliff’s cock, he didn’t know. But he did know that this fucking would have to last him for at least a year…until they could once again meet. Cliff sawed his cock in and out of the man’s muscled ass, backing up on each thrust Cliff gave him. He was braced against the wall with both hands, so Cliff reached around and took the mans hard dick in his right hand. The man slapped his hand away, and Cliff went back to bracing his hands on the man’s narrow hips. He knew that this pace, this tension, would soon be cut by one or both of their orgasms.

The man went first.  Cliff could feel the spasms in the man’s ass as he shot his wad all over the rocky cave wall. The sensation sent Cliff over the edge almost simultaneously, and his load coated the man’s insides. The two heaved and panted, locked together until the last possible moment. When the normal rhythm returned, Cliff began the torturous task of pulling his dick from the man’s insides. Once his bulbous head cleared the first sphincter with a pop, the man quickly dropped to his knees and cleaned his cock with his mouth. Once satisfied, he rose to his feet, and locked eyes with Cliff once more. He stepped forward and placed his right hand behind Cliff’s head and pulled him into a kiss. The world seemed to fall away once again…as it did their very first time together. The crudeness of the surroundings had long ago faded away, and the crags of the rock formation was like a temple, or a shrine. A shrine to their annual expressions of love.

“I…love.you…” the man stammered at Cliff, looking deep in his eyes. Cliff felt a lump form in the back of his throat. “And I you, “he replied. “I wish you could be with me…always.”

The man simply smiled. He caressed Cliff’s cheek and gave a gentle peck to his still moist lips.

“Someday, “he said to Cliff, in effortless English that surprised even Cliff. “Someday soon.”

And with a wink, he grabbed his towel and strolled out of the cave. Cliff stood for a moment, recalling every moment of their once again brief encounter. He also wondered if he had heard the man correctly. His final words were almost devoid of any trace of accent. He retrieved his own towel and strolled out of the cave again into the bright sunlight.

“Someday soon, “he muttered to himself. He smiled and made his way to the water for a quick rinse.