1. Lust and Love on The Island of Rhodes


    Date: 11/26/2017, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Sisyphus, Source: LushStories

    Three months after leaving New York as a galley boy on a Norwegian freighter and stopping at many ports in Egypt, Yemen, Iraq, and Iran, peeling sixty pounds of potatoes every morning washing pots and pans, scrubbing the galley floor three times a day, and enduring the intense heat of the Persian Gulf, we were back in the Mediterranean again, heading west toward Spain. Late, one morning, it was announced we would stop at the island of Rhodes to make an emergency engine repair. I didn’t know what was wrong, but knew I was getting closer to my original destination of Europe. My original plan to sign off in Lisbon three months earlier and make my way to Paris and the Left Bank, then to Copenhagen, fell apart when Portugal was canceled, and our first port would be Beirut, Lebanon—three thousand miles away. So much for plans. I had no choice but to stay on board and work, earn some money, and then, eventually, if all went well, sign off in Spain. When we arrived in Rhodes, I was given the afternoon off to go ashore, and believe me, I needed a day off. All the sailors were given the afternoon off after months in Muslim ports where women were not available, so you can imagine how wired and horny we were on the shuttle to the pier. I went to a few bars in the center of town with the chief cook, my boss, and a few other sailors. One of the bars was called the Kit Kat Club where women wearing tight, low cut dresses got the sailors to buy them drinks, sat on their laps, leaned their ...
    teasing bodies against them, and then would either leave with a sailor on her arm, or walk up the narrow stairs to the rooms above the bar. I nursed a beer and watched the scene. One older, chubby woman with thin strands of hair growing from a mole on her chin put her hand on my thigh and whispered, “Hi, Johnny, buy me drink and we have fun.” I wasn’t sure what to do, since I was definitely not attracted to her and said no. She pouted, stood up, scowled and stuck out her tongue, then left and sat down with one of the other sailors. I found the whole scene of watching the sailors getting drunk and raunchy with the women fascinating. My writer’s mind was taking snapshots, observing everything, when suddenly, a big fight broke out, and I thought I was in the Wild West. It was a brawl with shouting, punching, sailors wrestling on the floor, throwing chairs, knocking over tables, breaking bottles, while I sat in a corner, stunned by the craziness. After watching the punches and chairs flying, I thought I had better get out of there before somebody grabbed me and threw me against the wall. It was mid-afternoon and when I saw a shop down the street that rented bicycles and motorcycles, I decided to explore the countryside and rented a bicycle. The owner, a pudgy man with a bushy mustache and a missing front tooth, handed me a sheet of paper advertising a country café called Arcadia, and then in broken English said, “Good place. Sexy women, you will like,” then made a fist and sharply ...
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