Date: Sat, 28 Jul 2012 11:46:29 +0100
From: Danny Fitz <danny.fitz@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Danny and Sam - Part One

Danny and Sam – Part 1

All the usual disclaimers apply. "Sam"s name has been changed to protect
his identity.

Copyright to Danny Fitzwilliam 2012.

Please contact me with your feedback, and although this is pretty much
exactly real life, I'm welcome to your suggestions, even if I don't
incorporate them in the end. This will be a multi-part story.

Thanks,
Danny

danny.fitz@hotmail.co.uk


I first met Sam on an open day at the University of Central London. I was
already at the university, in my first year studying French and Business. I
had volunteered to help out at the open day, and had been assigned to
guiding potential students around the campus, mostly to show them the
university accommodation.  As I led the last tour group of the day into my
own hall of residence, and had just finished talking about the kitchen
facilities (boring I know!), I felt a hand on my arm. I turned, expecting
another dull parent asking me some ridiculous question about microwaves or
some crap like that, but instead found the cutest guy I had ever seen,
smiling sweetly. "Hey, Danny, I'm Sam... erm... I was just wondering what
the bedroom facilities are like?" he said, and winked suggestively.

You've got to be kidding, I thought to myself. How forward can a guy be?!

I laughed. "Give me a minute, I'll be showing the whole group my room right
now", I replied. And that was that. Or so I thought.

As the group filed out of my room, marking the end of the tour, I sighed,
pleased to have finished my last long trek around the massive campus
area. I closed the door and was turning around to go to my desk to get on
with my latest essay, and before I even knew what hit me, I felt a soft
pair of lips pressing hard against my own. I quickly realised that Sam must
have hidden in the little alcove in the corner of my room between the
wardrobe and the wall. He pushed me against the door, his hands moving all
over my back, his body pressed hard against mine as we kissed.

"STOP!" I shouted suddenly, pushing him away from me, feeling doubly
guilty, both from the hurt look on his delicious little face, and from the
fact that I knew that what I was doing was wrong. He was only just starting
to consider applying to university, that made him what, sixteen? Maybe 17
at most? I was 19, and even though the age gap wasn't massive, I still felt
guilty. What can I say, I'm a careful guy!

I sat down on my bed, and took Sam's hand, pulling him down to sit next to
me. "Look, Sam", I said. "I can't do this. You're not even necessarily
going to come to uni here, and I've only just met you. I appreciate your
interest, and don't get me wrong, you're a stunning guy, but I just can't
right now. Here, this is my mobile number, we can keep in touch." I wrote
my number on a sticky note off my desk, and pressed the paper into his
hand. I kissed him on the cheek, and led him out of my room. The whole
thing had lasted maybe two minutes, and the whole time he hadn't said a
thing. For a guy that had only just met me, he looked heartbroken.

It took a whole two months before I got a call from Sam. I admired his
courage after I'd blown him off so quickly last time. It was now the summer
holidays, and only three weeks remained before the application deadline. I
had no idea who was calling at first, as he'd never given me his number.

"Hello?" I said as I picked up the phone.

A tentative reply followed, "Is this Danny?" Sam said in almost a whisper.

"Yes, Sam, it is," I answered. "I had been hoping you'd call. I feel like
such a dick for how I turned you down so quickly when we met, before I even
got to know you. Hell, I don't even know your last name."

"It's okay", he said, already sounding more confident. "I was just
wondering if you wanted to meet up or something? I get you don't want to
have a relationship or anything like that, but I'd love for us to be
friends. I don't know what it was, but when you gave us that tour around
the campus, I just came to like you instantly. I was drawn to you in a way
I couldn't imagine before."

"I'd love that," I replied.

We arranged to meet up in the city centre of Manchester, where we both
happened to live. I was sitting at a table in a small coffee shop when Sam
walked in. I was blown away by how he looked. I'd barely had time to even
look at him when we last met, and could only really remember that I thought
he was really cute.

Seeing him again, cute was an understatement. He wore a tight black
t-shirt, with a light pattern decorating the left side. It perfectly showed
off his slim figure. He clearly wasn't really muscled, but just really slim
and delicate. His hair, a light blond sandy colour, suited him
perfectly. It was short at the back and sides, but a little longer on the
top, with a nice little fringe dropping onto his forehead. He'd clearly
been on holiday recently, with a nice tan on his cute face and smooth
arms. He was wearing tight blue skinny jeans, and narrow black pumps. I'd
love to say that his tight jeans showed off an impressive bulge and a
perfect ass, and I'm sure they did, but I didn't notice. I was just
absolutely blown away by his gorgeous face. My lack of self-control
embarrasses me, but I became rock hard instantly. I knew straight away that
I wanted him, regardless of any age difference or anything else that could
get in the way.

He smiled as he saw me, a big grin showing obvious joy (I almost fainted
there and then) and walked over to the table. I stood up and we hugged, and
I loved the feel of his hands pulling me towards him. He smelled delicious,
and we embraced for what felt like an age, savouring the contact between
us. I felt what Sam later told me he had felt when we met – love at
first sight.

We ordered coffees, and talked for hours. I know I probably sound kind of
shallow for only going for him for his looks, but rest assured we quickly
got to know each other much better. We found we had a lot in common,
particularly music, and got on really well.

After a long while, Sam asked me if I wanted to go for a walk or check out
some of the shops nearby in the massive shopping centre.

"Frankly, Sam," I replied, "I don't."

A look of shock and worry passed over his face. I could see him frantically
running over everything he had said or done since he arrived, trying to
work out what he had done wrong. I smiled, taking hold of his hand in mine.

"Don't be silly. I just thought, if you want, we could go back to mine."



Sorry if this is a bit slow. I originally intended it to be pretty fast
paced, but having looked back over what happened between me and Sam, I
wanted to give a bit more detail and let you know everything that went on
between us. I promise the next one will be a lot faster paced, longer and
have more fun stuff in it!

Danny