"You know, you could take off a few layers," said Jason. "I mean, that turtleneck must just about be able to walk around by itself."
Panos fixed his housemate with a stern glare. "I think that was rather uncalled for," he said. "What difference does it make to you what I wear?"
Jason ran his fingers through his hair. "You're right. You're totally right," he said. "I'm sorry. It must be this heat. I hate it when it's this hot."
There was a small uncomfortable pause before Panos spoke. "Would you like some coffee? There's a fresh brew over by the stove."
Jason thanked him and poured himself a cup.
"What are your plans for the day?" asked Panos.
Jason shrugged. "Thought I might go for a dip," he said, adding milk to his coffee. "I don't suppose you'd like to come with me."
"I've already been down," Panos said. "I went earlier this morning. I didn't want to wake you."
Jason sat opposite Panos and watched him reading the paper. Panos certainly was a handsome man, and he couldn't deny that he wanted to see what sort of body was under that turtleneck. But there was something else, too. Something that was a little odd about Panos. It wasn't just the turtlenecks. There was something more.
"Were there many people down there?" Jason asked.
Panos shook his head. "Not when I was there. I went when it was still dark. Skinny dipping."
"You're kidding, aren't you?"
"Nope. Believe it or not, I took the famous turtleneck off and went in completely, balls-to-the-wind starkers."
Jason noticed a tingling in his groin at the thought of seeing Panos naked. His mind was immediately filled with images of what his studly landlord might look like naked - toned, perhaps even muscular, definitely hairy, and a big cock. How could he not have a big cock? He had everything else going for him. Perhaps a line of dark hair down the crack of his arse. Oh please, God, let him have that line of dark hair that he found so sexually attractive. By the time he had finished his mini-fantasy, his own cock had grown to full mast, forming a tent in his underpants.
"There's some toast there," Panos said, changing the subject. "Marmalade is in the fridge, and peanut butter in the cupboard. Might be some honey around, too."
"Thanks. I might eat something when I get back from the beach," Jason said while fumbling about underneath the table to reposition his cock so that it wouldn't look so obvious when he stood up. Yet with only a pair of underpants to work with, he didn't have many options. "Okay, then. Better go and get my bathers and towel."
He waited for Panos to acknowledge him over the paper , and then stood up and hurried out of the room.
The cool blue-green of the sea looked inviting. In fact, the ambiance by the water's edge was so peaceful and relaxing that time slipped easily away, and before Jason knew it, the sun was slowly melting into the horizon. Even though the air had a slight chill to it, Jason reluctantly picked up his towel and sun cream and walked home.
"Hello," he called out as he walked through the front door.
Since there was no reply, he went upstairs and took a long shower. There was nothing better, in his book, than a nice, cleansing shower after a day at the beach, washing the salt off his skin and shampooing the sand and grit out of his hair. He always felt renewed, invigorated, afterwards. He patted himself dry and applied some aloe vera skin conditioner. Then, thinking he was alone, he went downstairs to get a glass of cold water and a snack from the fridge. All he'd had to eat was a salad roll from the cafe at the beach, and he was too famished to wait another hour 'til dinner time.
The fridge door was open, and he was pouring a glass of water when a small sound from behind startled him. He was about to turn around to investigate when he heard Panos' voice tell him to stay facing the fridge.
"I'm sorry," said Panos. "I didn't realize you'd come home. But since you have, I think it's time I showed you something."
"Showed me what?" asked Jason, about to turn around again.
"Don't move!" Panos snapped. Then more gently, "I have something that I think you ought to see, but I don't want you to be shocked. Just preparing you, that's all. And I'm only showing you because I feel that we've spent enough time together for you to be at least a little understanding."
Jason, realizing the refrigerator door was still open, closed it. "Mate, you're sounding a bit mysterious. Just spit it out."
"I don't want you to freak out, that's all, but if you're ready, you can turn around."
Jason hesitated for a moment, his mind racing with all the possibilities of what he might see, yet nothing could prepare him for what he laid eyes on when he finally turned to face Panos.
His only reaction was a gasp. With wide eyes and mouth agape, he was like a rabbit caught in the headlights of an approaching car. He knew he should tear his eyes away from the sight in front of him, but he just couldn't.
Panos was naked. He had an amazing body; there was no doubt about that. His cock was long and fat and hung down over two low-hanging, very full-looking balls. However, neither the perfect, muscular body nor the well above-average sized cock could compete with the spectacle of the other features of his body, like the gills on either side of the base of his neck or the silvery-green scales that covered his midsection.. The scales started just below his chest with just the odd one here and there around his nipples and tapered down to the top of each thigh in the front and down to just above the knee in the back. As Panos turned slowly around, he showed Jason how the scales covered almost his entire back and that running almost the length of his spine was a long, thin fin.
"This is why I wear the turtleneck," said Panos with a weak smile.
Jason didn't know what to say. His eyes were riveted on the creature in front of him, his brain telling him that what he was seeing couldn't possibly be true. Only after a couple of minutes had elapsed did he notice the expression Panos wore, and he immediately felt ashamed of himself.
"If you want to move out, I'll understand," said Panos. "I'll refund your..."
Jason smiled at Panos and shook his head. Without uttering a single word, he walked over to Panos and wrapped his arms around him. The scales were hard beneath the pads of his palms, but not cold and slimy as he suspected, but then again, Panos was not cold-blooded as fish were. In fact, he was quite the contrary. Already, he could feel Panos' massive cock thickening against the hard muscle of his thigh.
He felt Panos weave his arms around his waist, felt Panos' warm breath on his shoulder, and then a light, tender kiss.
"Thank you," Panos whispered.
The dinner conversation that evening was surprisingly lively. It was as if Panos' revelation had swept away the cobwebs that had hitherto kept them from being completely open with each other. Both men could feel the change.
"More wine?" Panos asked, reaching for the Merlot.
Jason nodded and held his glass out. "So, how did you come to get, to be..."
"The way I am?" said Panos, finishing both Jason's sentence and the refilling of Jason's glass.
"Yes."
"One of life's mysteries," Panos replied.
Jason smirked. If that was all the answer he was going to get, then that was an end to it.
"No, really," Paros said. "It kind of is. But I'll tell you what I do know, or rather what my parents have told me. I trust that this'll stay between us. I'm sure you can understand why."
A nod from Jason was enough for Panos to begin his story.
"I only know what my parents--my adoptive parents--have told me," said Panos, turning his wine glass around and examining the contents. "I can't tell you anything about my real parents or where I was born. You see, I was found on a bank of seaweed that had washed up onto the beach one night after a violent storm. My adoptive parents said they almost left me there. They thought I was just some strange kind of fish, but apparently I lifted my arm up just high enough for them to see and let out a little wail. Mum said I must have somehow felt their pres
ence. I was pale, shivering, and near death, so my father took his shirt off and wrapped me in it to keep me from freezing."
Jason took a mouthful of wine, his eyes fixed on Panos as he continued his story.
"After they had taken me home and got me well again, it was pretty much an ordinary childhood for me. I went to school, had a pet puppy, graduated, and went to university. It wasn't a very exciting upbringing. Nothing out of the ordinary."
"How did you and your parents manage to keep it a secret for so long?" asked Jason.
"Same way as I do now. High collars, jeans, or at least the cargo pants you think I am so fond of wearing. As a matter of fact, I'd love--just love--to be able to wear t-shirts, shorts, even Speedos, outside the house. Even go shirtless."
"Have you considered some kind of operation?" asked Jason.
Panos nodded. "When I was younger, it was all I ever dreamed about. Every year, I used to ask Father Christmas to make me the same as everyone else, but of course, that didn't happen. I even went through a stage of pulling the scales out, the ones around the edges, hoping and praying that skin would grow back in their place. Sometimes it did, although usually another scale would grow back. It didn't stop me pulling them out, though. I did it for a long time until I either got bored with it or grew out of the habit."
"I meant a kind of skin transplant."
"Yeah. Thought about that, too. Apart from costing more than I can afford, it would mean telling someone. I don't know if I could stand being a one man public freak show. The media would hound me 'til it drove me crazy. And then there would be those that would want to run tests on me. Take specimens and samples and all that. And the chance my body would reject the transplant. I'd end up spending most of my time in hospitals."
"The media would soon find something else to sink their fangs into, and I don't know about the people running tests on you and all that. It'd be against the law, wouldn't it?"
Panos sighed. It was almost as if the conversation, or at least the topic, had worn him out.
"I guess I've just resigned myself to being this way for the rest of my life. It's not so bad. I can do ninety-nine percent of the things everyone else can do. I just have to be a little more careful. I really don't know if it would be worth even attempting to do anything about it. It's all about the pros and cons."
"Well, feel free to walk around in Speedos or a t-shirt with me,' said Jason.
Panos grinned, and there was a sparkle in his eyes. "Or maybe even less?"
The Merlot was followed by an expensive Beaujolais. With each glass, the hour grew later until the men were soon faced with the bottom of another bottle.
"Time I should head off to bed," Jason said with a great yawn.
"Good idea," said Panos, getting up from his chair and stumbling.
Both men laughed.
"Not too steady tonight," said Jason.
"I'll be right," said Panos before bumping into the corner of the table. "Ouch. Another side-effect of being the way I am: low tolerance to alcohol." He burst out laughing, and then bumped into a chair.
"Here, you'd better let me help you," said Jason. He put his arm around Panos, and they walked in a clumsy line towards the bedroom.
"Never been good with alcohol," mumbled Panos.
They made it to Panos' bed, and Jason sat him down on the mattress. As he was about to turn and leave, he felt Panos grab his hand. "You don't have to go upstairs," he said.
Jason helped Panos to his feet, and for a moment, they stood staring into each other's eyes in the dim light filtering in from the hallway. Panos leaned forward and their lips came together in a tender kiss. Soft and lingering. Jason felt Panos lift his t-shirt off, and while he began undoing the buttons on Panos' shirt, Panos undid the button and zipper on Jason's jeans. Jason hooked his fingers into the top of Panos' tracksuit pants, and they lowered each other's pants before stepping out of them.
"I've been waiting for this," Panos whispered.
They held each other tightly, their lips finding their way back together again, though this time, there was more fire, more passion. Their warm, alcohol-tinged breath filled each other's nostrils, and their tongues, marinated in red wine, slid easily one over the other.
Panos lowered himself to the mattress, pulling Jason gently down on top of him.
"I want you inside me," said Jason.
As they kissed, Jason heard Panos fumbling around for something on his bedside table. He heard the drawer slide open, some more fumbling, and then the pop of a lid. He gasped a little as Panos smeared his arsehole with a glob of cold lubricant. He felt a shiver of expectation, like a tiny bolt of electricity coursing along his spinal cord. His cock twitched, and his arsehole flared out, ready to accept Panos.
There were no words. Only kisses. Hungry kisses, if ever there were such a thing. And when he felt the tip of Panos' engorged cock press against the sensitive puckered flesh around his arsehole, Jason gasped again.
"How does that feel?" asked Panos.
"Heaven," replied Jason.
Jason sat up, his arse sliding down the entire length of Panos' shaft. There was a moment of discomfort due to the girth of Panos' cock. He could feel it stretching his hole wide open as it eased its way in. However, once it was deep inside, and Jason had gotten used to it, it felt amazing. They were joined, locked together in a union of bodies. Jason felt a flush of warmth wash over his body, taking his breath away for a moment.
He began to rock gently back and forth, allowing his arsehole to get accustomed to having something so large inside it. He closed his eyes and leaned back, reveling in all the different sensations: the light burning sensation around his sphincter, the feeling of Panos' swollen cock inside him as it pressed against his prostate, Panos' thick, wiry pubic hair beneath his balls, and now, Panos' hands on his pectoral muscles, squeezing them before his fingers began deftly tweaking his nipples.
He leaned down and kissed Panos firmly on the mouth. Their tongues entwined again, as though participating in a sensuous dance. Their hot breath intermingled, and they breathed each other in. Deeply. Panos' lips were as soft as silken pillows, and every kiss was a delight. His mouth came down on Jason's cheek, licking and sucking, and then to his neck. Jason moaned and bent his head back, giving Panos full access to the sensitive skin of his throat. As Jason gyrated gently, rhythmically, on Panos' rigid cock, Panos kissed a chain around Jason's neck, from one shoulder to the other and back again.
Jason reached between them and took his cock in his hand. As Panos kissed his way down to Jason's nipple, Jason began masturbating. Another moan slipped from the back of his throat.
Panos gripped his hips and began sucking more firmly on his nipple. He also noticed that Panos was thrusting harder and more rapidly, so his own hand began to pump his cock faster and faster. He leaned forward, applying pressure to his big balls, which were pressed between his groin and Panos' pubic hair. He moved his hips in slow circles, massaging them without once breaking the rhythm of his wanking.
"Oh, baby, I'm really close," Panos moaned.
Those words started a fire in Jason's groin; his own orgasm was building to an explosive end. The smell of their sex was heavy in his nostrils. He rocked forward, applying yet more pressure to his balls, and as Panos began panting heavily, he, too, could feel his own cock swell toward climax.
"I'm gonna come, baby. I'm ready to..." Panos cried out as his hips thrust upward, slamming into Jason, hesitating just long enough for one jet of come to shoot out before lowering himself back onto the mattress and bucking upward again, pounding his organ as deep into Jason as he could.
Seconds later, Jason's arsehole tightened around Panos' cock, and a stream of pearly white come shot out of his swollen cockhead, splattering in a line from Panos' chin to his navel. A second jet hit Panos on the chin, and Jason noticed Panos stretching his tongue down to lick as much of it up as he could. A third and fourth spurt of come shot out of his cock before he
fell, exhausted but exhilarated, onto Panos' heaving torso.
"That was fantastic," he panted into Panos' ear as he felt his cock contract to squeeze out one final bead of come.
For several minutes, they lay together, their sweat-covered bodies pressed close. Panos was stroking Jason's head while Jason stroked Panos' hairy chest. However, soon Jason, feeling sated and relaxed, could feel his eyelids growing heavier and heavier. He noticed, too, that Panos' gentle caresses had slowed almost to a stop. Finally, he succumbed to sleep and dreams that carried him through the night to a new day.
The sun poured into Panos' room, even though the curtains were drawn. The sun was strong there. Already, the temperature was warm. For a moment, Jason lay in bed, trying to figure out what had woken him, and then he heard someone in the kitchen. Immediately, he remembered what had happened the night before, and a large smile blossomed on his face. A hand gently touched the pillow where Panos had slept beside him for the whole night.
"It lives!" said Panos with a cheeky grin as Jason padded out into the kitchen.
The first thing that Jason noticed was that Panos was naked. He was finally free in his own home to be the way nature had made him.
"You're up early, considering the state you were in last night," noted Jason.
"I went for a swim," said Panos. "No tonic like the salt water of the sea."
"Hey," said Jason as something occurred to him. "What do you wear when you go swimming?"
"I told you. I go skinny dipping. I wear nothing. Nada."
"But what about... I mean, what if someone saw you?"
"Well, that's why I go at night. In fact--and I haven't told you this--but I usually spend most of my night in the sea. Sometimes I can swim quite a way up or down the coast, or out to deeper water. I don't know. I just feel more alive in the water. I think the only reason I'm able to survive so well on land is because I have access to the sea. I don't know what would happen if I couldn't go for my nightly swims."
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