Date: Mon, 15 Oct 2012 20:08:40 -0400 From: John Martin Subject: Sam and Luca: Chapter 12 This is a fictional story. It is a sequel to "Camp Staff Memories" which can be found in the Nifty Archives as well as on my blog at: mygayfantasy.blogspot.com. Feel free to contact me at "conislancio@gmail.com" and let me know what you think. © 2012 by author - All Rights Reserved. Unauthorized duplication or use is not permitted. CHAPTER 12 It felt good to run. Sam ran hard, pushing himself and feeling energized by the physical exertion. He had run here before, but today he ran further than in the past. Listening to a playlist off his phone, he turned onto a street that appeared to be a small neighborhood shopping district. He passed a number of shops, a bakery, a market, and a cafe. He slowed down to look around, having never been through this neighborhood before. It reminded him a little of San Francisco, when he and Luca took a trip there last summer. Glancing across the narrow, cobblestone street, he did a double take and nearly ran into an elderly woman as he tried to see the shop front clearly that had grabbed his attention. Crossing the street, he doubled back and stopped in front of the store front, staring at the picture in front of him. His heart skipped a beat as his initial reaction was confirmed. Staring at him from amidst a number of headshot photos of cute, handsome boys his own age, was the deep, dark, and sensual eyes of Ethan. Confused, Sam looked up at the small sign hanging over the entrance. In greek letters, the sign translated to "Aspirations, a contemporary modeling agency." The shop was closed, being that it was still early on Saturday morning. A sign in the window read "models wanted, inquire within." Sam looked back at the beautifully smooth face of Ethan and, feeling a pang of homesickness, started to make his way back through the streets toward home. As he ran he tried to remember whether Ethan had ever mentioned working for "Aspirations," and could not recall the name ever coming up. He supposed that Ethan would have easily been able to work for several agencies, being as successful as he was with his modeling career. When he arrived back at the house, he went to the bedroom and stripped down to take a shower. Standing there naked, he checked his phone for texts, seeing that Luca had sent him several texts. He paged through them. Luca had sent him addresses for shops and stores so he could find the items he was looking for. The last message read: "Take the Jeep. Your phone GPS will keep you from getting lost. I will be back around 1:00. Love you!" Sam quickly keyed in a text response, saying thanks and "I love you, too." "Fuck," Sam jumped, as he noticed Stam standing in the door, "You scared the hell out of me, Stam!" "Just admiring the view," Stam replied, not trying to hide the fact that he was drinking in Sam's nakedness. "Damn, you look good, Sam." "Thanks, Stam," said Sam, not trying to hide anything, "That means a lot coming from you." "Hey now," Stam replied, "I've been a good boy. Leon and I have been rather exclusive recently and I've been holding back. But, damn, I would love to help you get cleaned up from your run." "Thanks, but I'm going to stick to Luca for a while. Not that you don't do it for me, Stam. You're a stud and I do enjoy fucking your ass," they both laughed. "You are so fucking cute, Sam. It's good to have you here. I've missed you. I'll let you get cleaned up now." "Thanks, Stam. It's good to be here. I'll catch you later." Sam took a shower and put on some low-rise skinny jeans and a tight white t-shirt. He pulled on his sneakers and grabbed a hoody, then went down to the kitchen. Grabbing an apple from the fridge, he made his way down to the garage and started up the Jeep. Using the GPS in his phone, he navigated his way first to the bank, where he took care of applying for a debit card on his account and got some cash to have on hand in the mean time. Next he made his way to the shopping district Luca had recommended. He stopped first at a men's clothing store and walked inside, browsing the casual shirts and jeans. He made his way deeper into the store, taking his time. "Can I help you find something, sir?" Sam turned and looked into the face of a dazzlingly beautiful boy, about his age, with a light complexion and brown curly hair, stylishly done. He wore a name tag that said, "David," pinned to a white oxford dress shirt, opened at the collar. He was tall and slim and reminded Sam immediately of Ethan in build, yet his face and eyes were even more beautiful that Ethan, if that was possible. "Uh, sure," Sam replied in English, just now realizing that the associate spoke to him in perfect unaccented English. "Hey, wait. You're American." "Yeah," David replied, smiling a dazzling smile with slight dimples in his lower cheeks. He shrugged, "I took a chance you were too. You have a look." "A look," Sam said, "Really. And I was trying so hard to fit in." "Oh, you fit in, well," he stammered a little, "Actually you sort of stand out." "Yeah? How so." "Well, forgive me for being so forward, but you are a little more stunning than most men I see here. Are you a model?" "Hah," laughed Sam, "Yeah, I've done a little modeling, but not much. Wow, I can't believe I ran into another American! How did you come to be here?" Sam felt the blood begin to rush to his groin and his his cock began to swell in his tight jean. "I'm studying at the university. How about you?" "Well, it's a long story," Sam said. Extending his hand, "I'm Sam." David shook his hand and replied, "I'm David. I have a break soon. Would you like to grab a coffee?" With his cock half erect and threatening to embarrass him, Sam turned slightly and feigned looking at some shirts. "Yeah, that'd be cool. I actually came in to buy some briefs. Can you point me in that direction." David smiled Sam, but Sam didn't notice. "Yeah, they're in the back on the left. Come on, I'll show you." Sam followed David back through the store, watching his shapely ass as it moved beneath the fabric of the khakis he was wearing. Sam tried to think of things that would cause his boner to subside, but had difficulty, as he could not take his eyes off of David. He watched the way the shirt moved smoothly over his back. He restrained himself from reaching up and running his fingers through Davids perfectly groomed, yet casual brown wavy hair. They arrived at the underwear display and Sam asked, "What do you recommend?" "Well, you mentioned briefs, so I like these here. I wear them a lot. They give a lot of support and the fabric feels really sexy," he smiled and handed Sam a pack, "Oh my. Looks like you are having some trouble." David smiled as he glanced down at Sam's obvious bulge in his jeans. Turning red, Sam replied, "Shit, I'm sorry. Sometimes it has a mind of its own." Then as an after thought, "especially when it sees something it likes." Now it was David's turn to blush. "Um, well... can I do anything else for you?" The insinuation was not lost on Sam, but he held back and pretended not to pick up on it, "Yeah, I, uh, need some undershirts - some 'wife-beaters.'" David chuckled, "Only a crude American would use that term. They are over there." Sam noticed David adjusting himself inconspicuously and snuck a peak, seeing that David was also struggling to contain an erection. "As for the coffee," Sam said, as they walked to the register, "When do you get off?" David smiled at the phrase, "In about a half hour." "Cool," Sam replied, "I'll run down to the drug store and stop back for you." "Great," said David, handing Sam his change. "Thanks for the help," Sam said and turned to leave the store. 'Holy fuck!' thought Sam, as he walked down the sidewalk to the store on the corner. His cock had subsided, but the adrenaline and tingling feeling still remained in his balls, begging for relief. He felt a pang of guilt. He really did not want to be with other men. He wanted to stay with Luca only. The two had not talked about this and their previous agreement had been an open relationship, secure enough in their love for one another. But that had been when they were apart for weeks at a time. Luca had felt that, since Sam had only just come out and come to terms with being gay, that he needed to allow himself some time to explore and experience. Sam wondered when that statute should run out, now that he and Luca were together for good. As he browsed the store for some personal items, his thoughts drifted back to David, and Sam's cock responded again to the memory of his sweet, beautiful face and melting smile. He had to quickly change his line of thought to prevent having another embarrassing erection at the check out counter.