Dimitri didn’t bother to direct the spraying water away from his body as he moved the sprays about the extensive grounds, enjoying the coolness on his skin. Consequently, when Elias called him over to where he was standing, he stood looking up at the burly gardener with water running in rivulets down his half naked body.

“Come for a break, Pedimou,” the man had grinned, his teeth showing up dazzlingly white against his tanned skin. “The sprays can look after themselves for a while.”

Surprised, Dimitri had followed Elias into the clump of trees. Some of them were frangipane, and the heady scent of the flowers was always heavy in the air in this part of the garden. It was a smell that would always remind him of that drowsy hot afternoon; the large white house with its closed shutters and its tiled roof standing silent in the blazing sun; the coolness of the shade under the clump of trees. Elias chose a spot in the shade completely enclosed by trees, and stretched out full length on the cool grass.

“If I were you,” he said in a lazy drawl. “I would take off those shorts and hang them up to dry.” In all the innocence of his fifteen years, Dimitri had done as he was told. This was the first time Elias had suggested they take a break together, and the first time he had shown any interest in whether he was wet or dry. But the young boy did like the older man. He was easy going and didn’t let his young helper work too hard. So he lay down besides Elias with a sigh, thankful to get out of the blazing sun for a while. His skin was much white where it had been protected by his shorts, and Elias showed some interest.

“Didn’t know you had such a white skin,” he said, putting out his hand and running it down Dimitri’s compact, slender body. “Feels as smooth and soft as a girl’s!”

Dimitri had wriggled under the man’s hand, but Elias didn’t remove it. He was not yet feeling embarrassed of his nakedness, and his young cock was resting limply between his thighs. Suddenly, he was aware that the gardener’s hand had closed over his bared genitals. Laughing, he had started to struggle, thinking that Elias was in a playful mood. But a strong arm had pushed him back onto the grass, and the hand covering his penis began to massage him slowly and deliberately.

Dimitri stopped struggling, and lay still, feeling his prick growing hard and erect under Elias expert ministrations. Peculiar, immensely pleasurable sensations were racing wildly through his body. His mouth had gone dry, and he seemed to be having difficulty in breathing. Although he was fifteen, Dimitri up to that time had still not experienced an orgasm. He had been a slow starter—particularly for a young boy brought up in a poor village in Crete where young boys usually are quite promiscuous… Only, Dimitri disdained the company of lads his age. He usually would much rather daydream looking up at the slowly moving clouds in the pure sky than share the rough games of other boys.

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