Date: Sat, 20 Aug 2011 12:59:29 -0400 From: John Martin Subject: Sam and Luca: Chapter 7 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 7 The two boys showered and dressed, bundling up against the cold January wind. They stopped in a small coffee shop down the street for a cup coffee. Sam decided they would take a cab to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. During the long cab ride, Sam was thinking of his new life, slated to begin in less than 48 hours. He could picture Thessalonica and the breath-taking ancient beauty of the country. He yearned to be there, no longer feeling at home here. Sam smiled to himself as the thought went through his mind that Greece was probably beautiful to him because Luca was there. He missed Luca so much. He was the only person in the world that knew him - really knew him. He was the only person in the world he trusted to never hurt him. Sam had had a good childhood. His parents loved him and always tried to do right by him. The past year and a half had been more stressful than the previous sixteen. Initially, Sam's parents accepted his being gay and accepted Luca. However, Sam realized later, his parents had assumed that Luca would be a passing relationship in Sam's life. They figured Sam would move on to other things eventually. Sam even suspected they thought he might "out-grow" being gay. As time proved them wrong on both accounts, the tension between Sam and his parents grew. Sam's coming out to his parents had not been a catastrophic rending of their relationship. Instead it was a minute weakening of the fabric which, after repeated stress and pressure, gradually, but slowly, rent until a large tear became evident. He was still on speaking terms with his parents, mostly his mother, but they were extremely unsupportive and did not agree with Sam's decision to graduate a semester early from high school and move to Greece. Although they disagreed with Sam's decisions, they stopped short of preventing him from following through. Despite everything, Sam loved his parents and respected their ultimate consent, which made it much easier for him to relocate to Greece, still being a minor. As the cab sped up 5th avenue from light to light, Sam continued to stare out the window at the passing buildings, bustling traffic, and thousands of people in a hurry. He hated this city and was counting the minutes until he would be a resident in his home - he now considered Greece his home. More specifically, he considered Luca his home. Everyone else felt he was too young. By typical standards, he supposed he was. But he felt much more mature than a typical seventeen year old boy. He had traveled the world. Despite what his parents thought, his relationship with Luca was serious and lasting. Every fiber of his being told him that he and Luca were meant to be together. He knew it was unusual for a person his age to make that kind of commitment, but he also felt he did not have a choice. Fate had intervened. Sam jumped, startled, as Ethan reached over and took his hand in his own. "Sorry," Ethan said, "I did not mean to startle you. You look a million miles away." "Well," replied Sam, grasping Ethan's warm hand in return, "Maybe not a million, but several thousand." "I will miss you," Ethan said, "But I am so happy for you to finally be getting your dream." "You will be alright, won't you?" Sam asked, looking into his deep green eyes. "Yes. Don't worry about me. I'm sorry about last night. I know better than to do that." "I'm worried about you," Sam said. "Don't," Ethan replied, turning his penetrating gaze to Sam, "I have been looking after myself for a long time and I can take care of myself. I'm not the weak little fag you think I am." Sam laughed, "You know I don't think that." "I know," Ethan smiled and Sam's heart melted as he caressed Ethan's hand. They continued to chat the rest of the way to the museum. The boys spent several hours walking through the museum and discussing the works of art. Ethan was actually quite knowledgeable about many of the artists and Sam learned a lot he did not know. Occasionally the two boys held hands as they looked at a painting or a sculpture. They did not care who saw them or what anyone thought. Sam's goal for the day was to drink in as much of Ethan as he could, being that this was the last real time they would spend together. Sam would miss Ethan a great deal and thought briefly to himself how unfair it was that he had to form these close relationships to wonderful people, only to be forced to be separate. Ethan experienced many of the same emotions as the two strolled hand in hand through the galleries. The fact was, Ethan was not as confident as he led on. Sam was the only friend he had in the city, unless you counted Devin, and he did not think he could count him as friend yet. Truth be told, he was scared to death. He was considering abandoning his American modeling career and hopping on the plane with Sam back to Greece. But Ethan knew that a great deal of his apprehension came from the fact that he had fallen in love with Sam. Returning with him to Greece would not solve that problem. Silently, he steeled himself to make his way in NYC and to let Sam go and get on with his life together with Luca, simply because he loved him so much. The two left the museum around 3:30 and walked south on 5th Avenue back toward midtown. They had decided to go ice skating at Rockefeller Center. The walk was long, but neither minded. They were simply enjoying each other's company. It was dark in the sky above as they put their rented skates on and glided around the ice with strangers. The air was crisp and cold, but they did not mind. They ignored the few disapproving glares they received from some of their skating mates when they held hands around the rink. When they finally succumbed to the bitter cold, they turned in their skates and hailed a cab on 6th Avenue. Ethan had suggested that they get some take out and stay in for the evening. They had two bottles of wine left and both boys were tired. The finally entered the apartment around 7:30, with an arm full of Chinese take-out. The two sat on the couch and devoured the food, talking and laughing. They both felt so at ease with each other. They had finished a bottle of wine with their dinner. Both boys were feeling a little tipsy. Ethan stood up and moved away the couch a little. Teasingly, he pulled his shirt up and ran his hand over his smooth abs, gyrating in a sexy motion and smiling mischievously for Sam's benefit. "Hmmm," said Sam, "Am I getting a private show?" "You bet your cute little ass you are," replied Ethan with a grin. He slowly removed the shirt and Sam's cock immediately responded. Ethan's smooth, trim, and tall defined body was so sexy. He moved so fluidly, gyrating his hips slightly, and running his hands over his smooth, lightly tanned stomach and chest. Sam could see the waistband of Ethan's Calvin Klein briefs sticking out of the top of his jeans, which hung perfectly off his hips. The neat, defined V line led down his sides and disappeared beneath the tight material of the briefs. "Damn," said Sam, "You are so fucking hot." Ethan continued his dance, running his hand across his stomach and allowing his fingers to slip beneath the waistband. Bringing his hand back across, he plunged his it down into his jeans and tossed his head back, with his eyes closed, licking his lips, and moaning out loud. "Oh, fuck," exclaimed Sam, "I'm gonna shoot a load just watching you." Sam undid the button and fly of his jeans to relieve the pressure on his hardened cock, rubbing it through the fabric of his briefs. Slowly, staring at Sam with his sexy, deep green eyes, Ethan undid the buttons on the fly of his jeans. He then turned with his back to Sam and slowly slid the pants down, bending over and wiggling his brief-clad ass in Sam's direction. Standing up, Ethan stepped out if his jeans and turned back around. Ethan was rock hard and his long cock lay sideways, pinned against the top of his thigh by the tight white briefs. He seductively rubbed the hard-on through the fabric as he continued to gyrate his hips slightly. With his other hand, Ethan licked his finger and rubbed his nipple, as Sam watched with utter glee. "How about a lap dance, stud?" Ethan asked with a grin. "Sure," replied Sam. Bring it over here. Ethan sauntered over and stood in front of Sam, who was on the couch. He ran his fingers though Sam's hair and caressed his cheeks. Then he moved down his chest, across his stomach and rubbed his hard cock through his underwear. Sam moaned at Ethan's touch, and sat forward a little so Ethan could help h im pull off his shirt. Ethan turned his back to Sam and started gyrating his hot ass in front of him. Sam reached out and put both hands on his ass, letting them move with Ethan's gyrations. Ethan squatted over Sam's lap and continued to gyrate as he slowly lowered his still-clothed ass into Sam's lap. Ethan then pushed his ass back into Sam's crotch, gyrating and grinding his ass against Sam's raging boner. Meanwhile, Sam's hands had found Ethan's chest and stomach and were caressing his bare skin all over, playing with each nipple as Ethan dry fucked Sam's cock. Sam lifted his ass a little and pulled his jeans and briefs off of his ass. Ethan stood and, bending over, reached behind him and slowly pulled Sam's jeans and briefs over his thighs and pushed them down to his ankles. As he did this, Sam took the waistband of Ethan's briefs and pulled them down to reveal Ethan's smooth ass, with his tight little pucker staring him right in the face. Sam used his own saliva and mixed it with the copious pre-cum seeping from his cock to lube his raging boner. Ethan lowered himself back down onto Sam as Sam guided the tip of his cock toward Ethan's eager ass. Ethan arched his back and moaned loudly as Sam's manhood pushed inside him and filled him up. He continued to sit until Sam's cock was fully embedded. Rolling his head as Sam felt up his stomach and chest, Ethan gyrated his hips side to side, feeling the full girth of Sam deep inside him. "Oh, God," Ethan whispered, "You feel so good inside me. I just want to stay like this." The two kissed and caressed and just enjoyed being joined together. Ethan sat on Sam for a long time, before they even started to fuck. Neither wanted it to end. By the time they started to move, both boys were so close to cumming, it took only a few gentle strokes and Sam's cock spewed deep inside Ethan. Sam had reached around and slowly stroked Ethan's cock, which shot several streams of cum after Sam finished cumming. Even after they came, the two kissed and caressed, Ethan keeping Sam's cock inside him, even though it was growing softer. "Let's shower and go to bed," whispered Sam into Ethan's ear, as he lick it with his tongue. "Only if you promise to make love to me all night," Ethan whispered back. "I was planning on it," replied Sam.