Date: Fri, 9 Mar 2012 06:36:47 -0500
From: John Martin <conislancio@gmail.com>
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
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"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.