Date: Sat, 21 Aug 2010 22:37:42 -0400
From: conislancio@gmail.com
Subject: Camp Staff Memories: Chapter 16

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CAMP STAFF MEMORIES - CHAPTER 16

We awoke much later.  We were both still naked, but there was a light
blanket covering us both.  Briefly I wondered how it got there, but then I
felt Luca stir and turned to kiss him.  We kissed lightly and then
untangled our naked bodies from each other and sat up.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"I don't know," he rose with the blanket around him and walked over to the
console to check, "We slept for about four hours, I think.  It would be
about 2:30 AM at camp, which means that it is about 9:30 AM in Greece.  We
should see the sun rise in front of us in a little while."

I walked, naked, over to the cabinet and opened the refrigerator.  "Would
you like some water?" I asked.

"Yes, thank you," he replied.  "That was very intense.  I did not intend
for that to happen in the plane."

"I could not help myself," I said.  "I had to be closer to you."

"I enjoyed it very much," he smiled as the blanket slipped off, and kissed
me, taking his bottle of water.

We retrieved our strewn-about pieces of clothing and got dressed.  "Where
did the blanket come from?" I asked.

"Miko, most likely," he replied.  I gave him an astonished and frightened
look.

"Do not worry.  Miko has known me for years and it is part of his job to
keep secrets.  I do not keep my sexual preferences a secret, but no one at
your home will find out."

"Oh, I'm not concerned about that - I mean, how would they find out?  I
guess it's just me being a 'reserved American.'"

"Ha!  You are so cute.  I really enjoyed being close with you, Sam.  I hope
you enjoyed it as well."

"Luca," I said, "Words cannot describe.  This is all surreal to me but I
will always remember this."

"Well, I hope you have more to remember that this," he smiled.  I felt a
tingle through my body as I thought about the next few days to come and
possibilities of even more passion between us.

We sat together on the couch and watched a movie on the monitor.  It was in
Greek, but there were English subtitles.  We paused after a short while to
watch the sunrise over the horizon out the front left of the plane.

At about 12:00 Noon Greek time we had a bite to eat and some coffee.  Soon
after we heard Miko's voice over the speaker.

"Miko says we will start our decent into Thessolonika in about 20 minutes.
We are a little ahead of schedule due to favorable winds."

We cleared up the food and sat in our chairs sipping our coffee and
chatting until Miko came back on and asked us to fasten our seat belts to
prepare for landing.

The descent was smooth and we touched down soon after.  I looked out over
the water as the plane approached the runway and saw some shipping yards
and many fishing boats in the bay.

The plane taxied to a hanger away from the main terminal.  Miko opened the
door and extended the stairs.

"Welcome to Greece, my love," said Luca, indicating the exit.

We stepped out into the hot afternoon sun and onto the tarmac.  An older
gentleman in a business suit met us at the bottom of the stairs.

"Welcome home, Luca," he said in accented English, "Do you have the
gentleman's passport?"

"The gentleman's name is Sam, and yes, I have it."  Luca handed him the
envelop that Miko had given him back in Billington.

The official opened the envelop and took out my temporary passport.  He
pulled a stamp out of his jacket and stamped the first page.

"Welcome to Greece, Mr. Miller" he addressed me and handed me the passport.

"Thank you," I replied.

Another much younger man, who looked about 19 or 20, appeared, carrying our
bags, and addressed Luca, "Your car is ready and waiting for you, sir, if
you would like to follow me."

He led us to the rear of the hanger where a number of cars were parked.  He
was a strikingly handsome guy, with fairly long, black hair, which looked
to be purposefully mussed.  He wore black trousers which hugged his ass
nicely and a fairly tight, silky gray shirt, which had the top two buttons
open.  I got a glimpse of a very tanned and smooth chest with
well-developed pecs and protruding nipples, under the silky material.

The shadow of several days beard growth added a very sexy appeal to his
masculine face.

He walked over to a silver Porche convertible with the top down and opened
the trunk, placing our bags inside.  He then walked over and handed the
keys to Luca.

"As requested, sir," he said.

"Thank you, Stam," replied Luca, "And please stop calling me sir, will
you?"

"Yes, sir," replied Stam, smiling at the humor.

"Stam, this is my friend, Sam.  Sam, this is Stamos - we go to university
together and he works in the diplomatic office for the summer."

Stamos smiled a meltingly sexy smile at me as he shook my hand with firm
handshake.  He did not try to hide the fact that he was checking me out as
he did so.

"A pleasure to meet you, Sam," he said smiling.

"Same here," I replied, smiling back.

"I will be here at least until tomorrow.  Give me a call tonight," said
Luca as we he went to the driver's side of the car.  I got in the passenger
seat.

Luca started the car and drove to a gate in the fence, which a security
guard opened to allow us to drive through.

"I thought it would be more fun for you if we drove ourselves instead of
taking a car.  I will take the scenic route up the coast so you can see a
little more," Luca explained as he pulled out onto the road.

With the roof down, I took in the salty breeze and looked at the
surrounding countryside.  The road was populated with small homes and some
industrial sites.

There were many marinas and docks with small fishing boats moored in the
bay.

We drove north from the airport to a town called Kalamaria, where Luca
turned away from the bay and drove up into the hills of the town.  He
pulled into modern looking home with two balconied levels above a parking
area.  The balconies faced the bay and the rest of the house was built back
into the hill.

"Well, this is it, my home.  Actually, my parents live in Athens, but I do
not go there often," said Luca as he pulled into the garage and parked his
car next to another small car.

A middle-aged gentleman in black pants and a white dress shirt came out of
the door to the house and toward the car.

"Luca," he said warmly, "It is so good to see you.  I trust your flight was
good?"

"Hamme, you did not need to come in just for me.  It is good to see you as
well,"

said Luca, giving Hamme a hug.  "This is my friend from America, Sam.  Sam,
this is my good friend and life support, Hamme."

"Good to meet you, Sam," said Hamme, shaking my hand and bowing slightly.

"Nice to meet you, as well," I replied.

"I wanted to make sure the house was in order for your arrival.  I left
some food for you in the kitchen.  You know your brother.  He had a little
'get together' earlier this week," said Hamme.

"Well, thank you.  We will only be here until Saturday.  Our flight is
scheduled for very early on Sunday."

"I cleaned up and put fresh linens on the bed for you.  There is some food
in the kitchen and some drinks.  Would you like me to take your bags in?
Will you be needing anything else this evening?"

"No, Hamme, go on home and relax.  We will get them. Thank you for
everything," replied Luca.

Hamme got in his car and drove off.  Luca and I grabbed our bags and
entered the house.  From the garage, we entered a foyer area with a door in
the back, several closets, and stairs leading up to the next level.  We
climbed the stairs into the main living area, which was a huge great room,
dining area, and kitchen.  The entire floor was one open space, divided by
various pieces of furniture and counters.  The front of the great room was
all glass with sliding doors leading out to the balcony I had seen from
below.  I walked over and took in the amazing view over the village and out
into the bay, where I could see small fishing boats and sail boats.

"Wow, this is cool," I said.

Luca walked over and from behind wrapped his arms around me, "It is a nice
view, but it is nicer with you in it."  He kissed my cheek and said, "Come,
I will show you the rest."

We walked back through the kitchen area and out a back door that led to a
stone patio with several tables, chairs, and chaise lounges.  Beyond the
patio was an amazing pool with crystal clear water and a stone fountain on
the far side.  The entire area was surrounded by tall flowering trees and
conifers and was completely private.  I could not see any of the dwellings
around at all.

We took our bags up the open stairs in the center of the great room.  There
was a walk way around an opening that looked down on the center of the
great room, with five doors leading off the walkway.

We walked around to the front side of the house, where there was only one
door and Luca opened it and led me in.  This was a large bedroom that
covered most of the front side of the house.  The front wall was glass like
the downstairs and led out to another large balcony with was decorated with
several sitting areas and chaise lounges.

There were blinds built into the windows themselves, which were open to
allow the afternoon sun in.  On the right side of the room was a huge bed
and several bureaus.

On the left was sitting area, a large desk, and a walk-in closet.  To the
rear was an entrance to a bathroom.  Inside was a large whirl-pool tub, a
tiled and glass-enclosed shower with six shower heads and room enough for
several people to stand in, a double vanity sink and a separate toilet
area.

"Luca, this place is amazing," I said coming out of the bathroom.

"It is very comfortable.  I love this view in the evenings.  I spend most
of my time up here."

"I can't blame you.  Do you live here alone?"

"My brother, Leonaidas, lives here as well.  Hamme spends weeknights here
as well during school.  He is kind of a family assistant, I guess."

"Well, I love the house," I said.

"I am glad," he replied, "Are you hungry?  I am starved.  I am going to get
out of these clothes and get comfortable.  Please feel free."

Luca removed his shirt and the stripped off his shorts and briefs.  Once he
was completely nude, he walked across the room to the closet and went in.
He returned with a pair of red running shorts which he pulled on over his
nakedness.  He noticed me watching him.

"What is it?" he asked.

I smiled, a little embarrassed for some reason, "Nothing.  You are just so
gorgeous."

"And so are you. Now change and lets go raid the kitchen."

I stripped down and put on a pair of running shorts as well, and then we
made our way back down to the kitchen.  We ate some sandwiches and drank
some Coke.

"I have to make some phone calls, my love," Luca said after a while.  "Why
don't you go out to the patio and relax.  Do you like wine?"

"OK.  I'll drink whatever," I replied.

"I'll make you a cooler to take with you," and he fished around in the
refrigerator and took a bottle of white wine off the wine rack.  He poured
some carbonated soda and some wine over ice in a tall glass and handed it
to me.

"Now," he said, "As a stifled American, you should know that we do not wear
bathing suits in our pool.  Everyone swims naked, OK?  Besides, no one else
is here, so relax, go for a dip, take a nap, whatever you wish.  I will be
out in a while - I need to take care of some business things before it gets
too late today."

"OK," I said as I watched him leave and go up the steps.  I started to get
a little excited just watching his chiseled tan back and his perfectly
shaped bubble-butt under the skimpy running shorts.  My very own Greek god,
I thought to my self as I adjusted my swelling cock in my shorts.

I went out on the patio and sat in a chaise lounge, sipping my very tasty
wine cooler.  After about 15 minutes I decided to take a dip.  I stood,
looked tentatively around, and then removed my shorts, feeling the breeze
and the sun on my crotch and enjoying the feeling.  I walked over and waded
into the waist-deep water, which was a perfect temperature.  I swam out
into the deeper water and allowed the tiredness to wash away from me.

I was just about to get out of the water, when I heard, "Hello.  You must
be Luca's friend."

A tall, dark-skinned boy was standing on the patio.  He had a little hair
on his chest, just enough to be very sexy on his well-defined pecs.  He was
shirtless and had on white tennis shorts.  His hair was dark and wavy and
hung haphazardly around his chiseled face which had several days growth.
All of this added to the aura he emitted which just screamed sex.  He
looked to be about 21 or 22 years old.