Date: Fri, 9 Mar 2012 06:36:47 -0500 From: John Martin Subject: Sam and Luca: Chapter 9 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. I have a blog, which has additional chapters for this story already posted, if you don't want to wait for me to post on Nifty. The blog can be found at "mygayfantasy.blogspot.com." Enjoy. CHAPTER 9 "Excuse me," Miko's voice jolted Sam out of a sound sleep, "I am sorry to wake you, Master Sam, but we will be landing briefly in Madrid. Mr. Kostoploulos has asked us to pick up one of his assistants there. We will also need to take on additional petro in order to make it to Salonica. We will be starting our decent into Madrid shortly. Can I get you anything?" "No, thank you, Miko," Sam replied, sitting up. "Very well. I will request that you fasten your seat belt in about ten minutes, as we anticipate some rough air on the decent." "OK, Thanks." Miko turned and made his way back into the cock pit. Sam sat on the edge of the couch, briefly wondering what time it was. He knew from experience that it was easier to simply measure the trip by location than by time. If they were coming into Madrid, Sam figured he slept about four hours or so. He stood, stretched, and walked around the small cabin, before grabbing a coke and a bag of chips from the galley and settling back into the chair for the landing. "We are beginning our final decent into Madrid and are cleared to land. Please fasten your seat belt. It may be rough for a few minutes." Sam fastened the belt around his waist as the plane descended through the night sky. There were a few bumps, but not too bad, he thought. The plane was on the ground in less than fifteen minutes and taxied out to a hangar away from the main terminal. The plane stopped on the tarmac and Miko appeared from the cock pit. "We should be ready to take off in less than thirty minutes. If you care to disembark, I have been informed there is fresh coffee and pastry available in the office of the hangar. I will gladly show you, as I must meet our other passenger. The crew will be installing a second chair before we depart." "Thanks, Miko. I'll go with you and grab some coffee." Sam followed Miko down the stairs and the two walked across the tarmac in the early morning light. Inside the hangar, Miko led him to a door on the right, which led to a small room with two desks, several chairs, and a table with a coffee service and a variety of pastries. Sitting in one of the chairs wearing an expensive-looking tailored suit, drinking a cup of coffee, and reading some papers, was a man that appeared to be in his mid-twenties. He had short cropped, dark hair and stood when the two entered. He introduced himself as Cristof Matsokos and smiled a warm smile to both men. Mikos excused himself to go look after the preparations of the plane and informed the men they would be ready to depart in about twenty minutes. Sam was slightly surprised, as he expected someone older to be one Luca's father's assistants. The man looked only a few years older than Luca and was strikingly handsome. Sam smiled inwardly as he wondered if every male associated with Luca's family was so hot. The two drank their coffee and made some small talk, as they were the only ones in the room. The conversation was entirely in Greek and Sam felt proud that he was able to handle himself. Cristof had been a personal assistant to Mr. Tsapatoris for Western Europe for the past year, after serving as an intern for a long time. He did a lot of traveling, especially to Madrid, Barcelona, and Monte Carlo. Cristof had an apartment in Thessalonika, but, he said, he rarely spent time there. After three weeks in Madrid, he was taking a few days off to catch up on some personal matters. Sam introduced himself as a friend of Luca and explained that he was American and how he and Luca had met. Sam told Cristof he was moving to Thessalonika to study and go to school. "Ahhh," Cristof said after Sam explained, "You are Sam. I did not know I would meet you here. Luca has told me so much about you. I am so glad you are finally going to be with us." "So you know Luca?" "Oh, yes," replied Cristof, "Luca helped me get settled and we have become good friends. He is a great person." "I agree," said Sam, smiling. "So maybe we will see each other on occasion." "Yes, I'm sure we will." Miko came in and informed them they were ready to depart. Sam helped Cristof carry one of his bags, ignoring Miko's protests, and the three walked across the tarmac and climbed the stairs into the plane. A second lounge chair had been installed and, after stowing Cristof's bags, the two settled into the chairs for taxiing. Once the plane reached cruising altitude, Cristof unbuckled and stood. "You would not mind if I changed out of this suit?" he said, "I am sick of it and would like to be more comfortable." "No problem,' said Sam. To Sam's surprise, Cristof simply removed his coat, tie, shoes, and then his trousers, standing there in only a white dress shirt, which hung down over his middle, covering his briefs. Cristof went to the wardrobe and removed one of his bags, opening it on the floor and rummaging through it. He removed a pair of jeans, a T-shirt, and a light jacket. Next he folded the coat, pants, and tie and placed them in the bag, along with his shoes, removing a pair of trainers. Cristof then stood, facing away from Sam, unbuttoned the shirt, and removed it, giving Sam a nice view of his back. Sam enjoyed the slim form. His skin had that Mediterranean hue to it and his back was smooth and defined. Cristof's legs had a nice coating of dark hair, which thinned as his legs rose into a pair of skimpy black briefs with a CK logo on the waistband. After placing the shirt in the bag, Cristof closed it up and put it away. He turned and walked over to his chair, where his shirt and jeans were laying. Sam's cock started to stir, as he beheld Cristof's lean, defined body. He had a little patch of light brown hair between his well-defined pectorals and nice firm nipples. His abs were very well developed and Sam instantly knew that Cristof worked out regularly. Sam tried not to be conspicuous as he checked out the full package crammed into the skimpy briefs. Cristof pulled the jeans on and then the shirt over his head. "Ahh, much better," he said, sitting back down into the chair. Sam thought to himself, "damn, I am horny. I can't wait to see Luca." Several hours later, Sam and Cristof debarked the plane with their bags at the private hanger at the Makedonia airport. Stam met them on the tarmac. "Hey Sam," he said and ran up and hugged him, "Let me take some of these bags. Hey Cris, I did not know you would be here as well." "We picked him up in Madrid," said Sam, "Good to see you, Stam." "Do you need a ride?" Stam asked Cristof. "No thank you," he replied, "My car is here. It was good to meet you, Sam. I am sure we will see each other again." "Same here, Cristof," replied Sam, shaking hands with the tall, handsome man. A customs official was waiting inside for Sam. After all of Sam's documents were processed, he and Stam made their way to the car. Stam was driving Luca's Jeep Wrangler Unlimited. They put his bags in the back and, with Stam driving, made their way through the city to Sam's new home. He and Stam talked and got caught up en route, as Sam took in the views of the country that he was going to make his own. The drive to the house took about forty five minutes. Stam parked the Jeep in the garage on the first level, next to a black Mercedes. Stam's Volkswagen Jetta was also parked in the garage, which was big enough to hold at least six vehicles comfortably. As the two got out of the Jeep, an older man came down the staircase and walked quickly across the garage to meet them. "Master Sam," Hamme said, extending his arms to embrace Sam, "Welcome home! I am so glad you have arrived. I have been waiting for you to help you get settled. Did your flight go well?" Hamme was Luca's butler, for lack of a better explanation. He helped manage the house for Luca and Leo while they were in Thessolanika. "Hamme!" Sam replied, embracing the man, "It is so good to see you. The flight was fine and Stam here was a perfect gentleman." "Well," he replied with a smile, "There's a first time for everything." Hamme took Sam's bag and the three of them went upstairs to the main level of the home. "They will have the rest of your things here soon. I just confirmed with the driver and he was getting ready to leave. Where would you like them unloaded?" asked Hamme. "Oh," replied Sam, "Just have them stack the boxes in the garage and the suitcases can come up here, I guess. I'll sort through the boxes sometime after I'm settled. Right now, if you don't mind, I'd like to get a shower and sleep a little. What time is Luca coming?" "He said he would be home shortly after noon today," replied Hamme. "There are fresh towels in the bathroom and I just put clean linens on the bed for you." "Thank you, Hamme," said Sam. Sam climbed the circular stairs to the loft level and proceeded down the hallway to Luca's room, which was now his as well. He entered the huge room, dropped his bag, and smiled. He was home.