Date: Sat, 25 Jun 2011 15:44:55 -0400 From: John Martin Subject: Sam and Luca: Chapter 3 This fictional story is a sequel to "Camp Staff Memories," which can be found in the categories of "Camping" and "Adult Youth." If you are viewing this material, then you understand that it contains fictional descriptions of male to male sexual activities. If this subject offends you or it is illegal to be viewing such material, please stop reading and leave this site. All parts of this story are copyrighted by the author. Use without the author's permission is forbidden. PLEASE feel free to contact me with any comments, criticisms, suggestions, or just to say "hi," at conislancio@gmail.com. SAM AND LUCA CHAPTER 3 Reliving that moment from nearly three weeks ago had aroused Sam. He debated waking Ethan, desiring to hold him again and to feel the closeness one only felt at that moment - the only time we truly are not alone. Last night had been the first time the two had made love since they arrived at the apartment three weeks earlier and had burst with passion. Sam thought about reasons why they had not made love and came to the conclusion that both he and Ethan sensed the danger in their passion. Sam knew that he, at least, saw Ethan as a potential problem in his long- term relationship with Luca. While Luca fully approved of Sam being with other men, Sam felt that Ethan was definitely more than just casual gratuitous sex. Sam surmised that Ethan felt similarly. He was sure that Ethan had fallen in love with him. In fact, Sam was fairly sure he was in love with Ethan. But both knew that Sam and Luca were the soul mates and neither wanted to jeopardize that relationship. Ethan, too, had a relationship with Luca, albeit platonic, he still viewed Luca like a brother and loved him dearly. Sam never got the full story of how Ethan and Luca became friends, but knew that Luca had, in some way, rescued Ethan from his previous life and had made it possible for him to launch his highly successful modeling career. Sam and Ethan had shared the king size bed for the past three weeks, but had managed to keep from making love. Last night, after a few bottles of wine, the two succumbed and once again consummated their passion and lust. Sam smiled at the events of the past ten hours as he watched the perfect naked angel sleep next him. "Fuck it," Sam whispered to himself as he made a decision. He laid back down and reached over to Ethan. Ethan roused from his slumber enough to turn over and snuggle up into Sam's embrace, whispering a throaty "good morning" as he did. Sam immediately felt relief as he felt the warmth of Ethan's nakedness engulf him and wash over him. At that moment, a dichotomy of emotions washed over Sam. On the surface, he felt joy and contentment, but there was a rippling current of discontent and sadness beneath the surface. He reached up and wiped the forming tear from his eye that had arisen amidst his thoughts, and then pulled Ethan closer to him. Sam took a few minutes to get control of his emotions before gently waking Ethan. "Hey," Sam said, "What time is your shoot today?" "Mmm, 11:15, I think, but it's uptown." "Well, then, you better get your scrawny ass out of bed and start getting ready. It's after nine. I'll go make some coffee." "Fuck it," Ethan replied, burrowing further into Sam, "Can't we just lay here with each other all day? This feels nice." "I know, but you can't blow off this shoot and you know it." "I know, I know," he replied, slowly crawling out of the sheets. Sam watched Ethan get up and walk across the room. He looked so perfect, gliding naked across the floor. He was tall, about six foot one, and slender, with just enough definition not to appear too skinny. His skin was mostly smooth naturally, and free from any imperfections. Ethan turned around to face Sam, and Sam took in the sight of his tight, firm, and tanned torso, with a perfect V leading down to a small patch of trimmed brown hair, below which hung a perfect long uncut cock. "What are you doing today?" he asked Sam. "I need to go pick up my permanent visa, but other than that, I got nothing," replied Sam. "Why don't you go do that and then meet me at the studio on 57th. This shoot is going to be a long one, I think. But then maybe we can spend the afternoon in the park and go have dinner somewhere. There's an Italian place on the upper east side I have been wanting to try." "OK. Sounds like a plan. Listen to you, sounding like a true New Yorker," Sam joked. "You know you are fucking beautiful, don't you?" "Yeah, I know," said Ethan with a smile as he sauntered out of the bedroom to the bathroom to shower. Sam made his way to the kitchen and proceeded to make a pot of coffee. Then he washed up the dishes from the evening before and, finding the empty bottles of wine, began to think again about his relationship with Ethan. He decided that he would not waste the days remaining. He loved Ethan and wanted to be with him while he could. Luca would understand. Sam recognized that his attraction to Ethan was more physical than anything, whereas his connection to Luca was much deeper. He was confident that he could handle himself. He only hoped that Ethan could handle it as well. They had become good friends in the past few weeks and, although there was a strong physical chemistry that neither could deny, he loved Ethan as a friend and cared deeply about him. The two left the apartment at the same time. Ethan took the subway uptown and Sam took the bus downtown. After picking up his visa, Sam took the subway back up town. Sam liked the subway. He enjoyed people watching. The train was surprisingly empty when he got on. It filled a little as it made it's way through the underground labyrinth toward his stop on 57th. Near NYU, a college boy entered the train and sat directly across from Sam. Sam noticed him immediately and found himself staring at the man, who must have been in his early twenties, with a strikingly handsome face, somewhat rugged, yet tender, with a few day's stubble. His hair was perfectly mussed. Sam could see the outline of a fit physique under his leather jacket and he wore extremely low cut skinny jeans, with a white T that did not quite cover all of the skin beneath it at the waist line of his jeans. The tightness of the jeans outlined a nice size bulge beneath the faded denim. Sam was staring at the man's package when he finally realized he was being a little too obvious. The realization came a moment too late, as he looked up out of his reverie to find the man looking straight at him with deep, smiling blue eyes. The man nodded a knowing acknowledgement as if to say "hi, you like what you see?" Sam, embarrassed, nodded back and pretended like nothing had happened. The vision of male perfection leaned back in his seat, spreading his arms across the empty seats beside him and spreading his legs slightly, as if to say to Sam "Go ahead, drink it in, dude." The man continued to watch Sam and twice caught Sam trying to sneak another look. By this time, Sam's own crotch had responded to the visual game of tag and Sam managed to catch the man looking at his own inflating bulge. Sam, emboldened by the man's blatant visual tonguing, stopped trying to ignore the situation and looked the man directly in the eyes. Subtly, the man took his right arm off the back of the chair next to him and proceeded to adjust himself, as he was evidently becoming aroused by the exchanged as well. He made the move very slowly and took no pains to hide the fact that he was adjusting his hardening cock to make it more visible and comfortable. Sam, almost fully hard now, did the same - not out of a voyeuristic inclination, but more to ease the pressure his tight jeans were placing on his fully erect cock. The two continued to put on a show for each other until Sam's stop came up. He smiled at the man and stood as the train slowed into the station. To his surprise the man also stood. Sam did his best to cover his now-receding hard-on with his jacket as he exited the train onto the platform, nervously aware that the man was also exiting behind him. Sam made his way up the stairs to the street and, looking back over his shoulder saw the man a little ways behind him. Sam walked down 57th and entered the studio, taking the stairs to the third floor. He became more nervous when the man followed him into the building and up the stairs. With relief, Sam entered the studio to see Ethan flooded in the white lights and the photographer clicking away. "Sam," Robert, Ethan's, and Sam's too, manager, greeted with a smile when he saw him. "Good to see you. You don't have a shoot today, do you?" "Hey, Robert," Sam replied, "Naw, I'm just here for Ethan." "Phew, I thought I fucked up," he replied. Then, looking over Sam's shoulder, Robert started past Sam, "Devin! You certainly cut this one short. Hurry and get to make- up. You look great. We're doing some partner work with another model and then some shooting with just you, but they are ready for you now." Devin was the man who had followed Sam into the studio. Sam's eyes met Devin's and both smiled knowingly.