Date: Sat, 20 Aug 2011 12:59:29 -0400
From: John Martin <conislancio@gmail.com>
Subject: Sam and Luca: Chapter 7

This fictional story is a sequel to "Camp Staff Memories," which can be
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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.