Date: Thu, 21 Jan 1999 19:25:01 CST
From: Chris Myst <chris@myst.nu>
Subject: Sam and Rob (t/t)

Hi!  This is my first attempt at a story, so please go easy on me!  Any
comments or critisism's are more than welcome, I'll respond to all email
[flames too I guess, but don't expect me to be nice if u just flamed me:)]
My address is: ChrisMyst@email.com


Enjoy the story!

***Disclaimer***

This story contains graphic discriptions of teenage gay sex, if u don't
like it, don't read it.  If u are under the legal age in your place of
residence, don't read it [And I really mean that - *GRIN*]


Sam and Rob - By Chris Myst

Chapter One

Sam lay back on the rock and stared up in to the deep blue august sky.  He
locked his fingers behind his head and closed his eyes, he could still
swirling colours created by the bright sun behind his closed eyelids.  The
rock was smooth against his bare back and legs, and was deliciously warm.
He drifted off into daydream.  A soft warm breeze played gently with his
blond, almost white, hair, his longish bangs tickling the bridge of his
nose, causing it to scrunch up every so often.

The coloured swirling shapes danced across his field of vision, slowly
being transformed by the onset of his daydream.  The shapes changed in to
the recognisable features of a cute teenager, the features of Sam's best
friend, Rob.  In his dream Rob stood up, and slowly beckoned to him, with a
long forefinger.  Rob pulled off his tight white T-shirt, revealing his
smooth, tanned chest.  "I love you Sam" he whispered.

On his rock in the warm summer air, Sam felt the uncomfortable pressure in
his tight cut-offs as blood rushed to his 6-inch teencock.  He let his
hands wander down his bare chest, stopping to gently play with his nipples,
then further down, pulling at the buttons on his shorts allowing his
straining organ to tent out his boxers.  He slid his hand down his Calvin
Klein's and freed his throbbing dick.  The warm breeze felt cool on his
fiery, swollen head.  Sam started slowly rolling his hand up and down his
beautiful teen dick.

In his mind the daydream continued.  Rob had by now pulled off his jeans
and was rubbing himself through his cotton boxers.  Sam's breathing
quickened.  Rob removed his boxers and stood, totally naked in Sam's mind.
This image of Rob, built partly from the fleeting glances of his friend
whilst in the toilets at school or changing at the swimming baths, but
mostly from Sam's imagination, was the most gorgeous fifteen year old boy
that ever was.

Sam quickened his pace and moaned softly as the Rob in his dreams kissed
him softly on the lips, and gently squeezed his throbbing erection.  "Oh
Rob, yesssss--" he moaned as he shot spurt after spurt onto his heaving
chest.

Sam lay there for a few minutes, eyes still closed, cuddling with Rob in
his mind.  Finally he opened his eyes to the bright august sunshine.  He
stood up carefully, to avoid his cum from dribbling into places that would
be hard to cover up, namely, the front of his cut-offs.  He cleaned up and
buttoned his shorts.  He checked his watch.  "Shit!" he exclaimed.  He'd
been jerking off for 40 minutes, and if he didn't run, he'd be late for
Rob's mum picking him up for their trip, and that was something he didn't
want to miss!

Sam arrived breathless back at the house, it was only five minutes from the
sea, but it was all uphill and maybe he wasn't as fit as he liked to think
he was.  He slammed the door and ran upstairs to take a shower, he only had
a couple of minutes before Rob and his mum would be there, and he still had
the remnants of his fantasy dried on his chest.

"Make sure you pack your toothbrush!" yelled his mum from the bottom of the
stairs.  "Yeah I will!" he shouted back, "Just stop fussing!"  He threw the
rest of his bits and pieces into his bag.  His mum had packed most of his
clothes for him the night before, and he was just adding his essentials
that he wanted to take with him.  Sam pushed a couple of magazines into the
side pocket of his case, along with a few stories he'd printed the night
before from the Internet.

Having finished his packing he dived into the shower to clean up from his
earlier jerk off session.  Just as he was drying off, he heard the dog
barking and a car pull up in the driveway.  Sam hastily threw on a pair of
shorts and a tight white tank top.  He zipped up his case and bolted down
the stairs to let in his friend.

Sam had been looking forward to this trip for ages, ever since Rob's mum
had suggested that they all spend a weekend at Centre Parcs, a leisure
resort buried deep in Sherwood Forrest.  He had spent the months leading up
to their trip planning each of the four days with Rob and generally getting
worked up about it all.  He and Rob would be sharing a room, and this had
kept Sam's imagination running wild, not to mention his right hand, for
weeks.  He had one or two plans for the weekend that he hadn't as yet
shared with Rob, if he ever did, but if the situation arose, then hopefully
he was prepared for it!

Sam threw open the door and greeted his friend with excited babble, to
which Rob responded with the same, almost childish excited chatter.  Sam
and Rob had the unusual ability to talk to each other for hours about
absolutely nothing, it kept the conversation flowing and as a result they
were hardly ever bored.

Rob's mum opened the boot and Sam prised his bag into the impossibly small
space not already occupied by other bags, cases, golf clubs and for some
unknown reason the old, fallen off tail end of the old Ford's exhaust pipe.
Still chattering away, the pair got in the back of the complaining Escort,
with Rob's mum driving and his dad looking puzzled, a large road map spread
across his knees in the passenger seat.  Sam leaned forward and tapped him
on the shoulder, "here ya go!" he exclaimed, handing Rob's dad the route
plan he had printed the night before on his Personal Navigator program.
"Oh, cheers Sam!"  Thanked Rob's dad, "ya know, if we get lost now, its all
your fault!"

The tired old car rolled out of Sam's driveway, his mum waving frantically,
and out onto the main road.  Rob, who'd been to Centre Parcs before, began
telling his friend all about what they could do over the next few days.
The car ate up the motorway, mile after mile, Sam's brain tuned to the
rhythmic 'du-dum, du-dum' of the tyres and before long found himself dozing
off.

Rob, who had been gazing out of the window at the passing countryside,
turned his head back towards Sam.  He watched the boy sleep, his hair
across his face gently moving with his breath, his chest rising and falling
with every breath.  Rob felt himself start to get hard.  He leaned his head
back against the headrest and softly sighed.  He closed his gorgeous deep
blue eyes and started his latest favourite fantasy playing in his mind.

Sam took off his shirt and tossed it aside, revolving his shoulders to
loosen them up. He turned and faced Rob, who was sitting on the edge of the
bed.  He walked over and ran his fingers through the boy's hair, his hand
reached the back of Rob's head and he gently pulled Rob towards him.  Rob
wrapped his arms around Sam's naked torso and ran his hand up the boy's
spine.

Rob opened his eyes a little and glanced over at the still sleeping Sam.
He drank in the image of the hot teenager, further fuelling his fantasy.
He again closed his eyes and let it continue.

Rob stood up and pulled Sam closer to him, burying his face into Sam's
neck.  Sam pushed up Robs T-shirt and they broke their embrace long enough
for Sam to remove it completely.  Rob ran his hand down Sam's smooth chest
and gazed deep into his hazel eyes.  He leaned forward and they kissed, so
softly and sweetly, lips slightly parted.  Sam again brought his hand up
behind Rob's head and they kissed again, this time more passionately.  Rob
felt Sam's tongue parting his lips, so wrapping his arms around him, he
opened his mouth a little and they kissed deeply, their tongues darting
into each other's mouths and they explored each other.  Sam moved his hands
down Rob's back and squeezed his bum, pulling their steel like dicks hard
together.

Rob fell backwards on to the bed, pulling Sam down with him, still kissing
passionately.  Rob pushed his hand between them and started to unbutton
Sam's jeans, Sam lifting his butt off the bed to help him remove them.
Having got the boy down to his boxers, Rob kissed Sam on the chest, licking
down between his developing pecs, then swerving off to Sam's right nipple,
sucking it in and gently biting the small, firm bud.  Sam was moaning
softly as Rob licked and kissed his way down his stomach, his fingers
running over Sam's erect nipples.  His tongue reached the waste band of
Sam's boxers, and down further, licking the damp spot of precum, leaked
from the head of Sam's solid tool.  Rob could feel the heat radiating from
Sam as he kissed the head of his dick through the thin cotton boxers.

"What did ya say?" asked Sam, looking at Rob with a quizzical expression.
Rob's eyes blinked open.  "Huh?  W-what do you mean?" stammered Rob.  "You
said, 'mmm, yeah' or something" "Did I?" Rob felt himself start to glow and
the blood rushed out of his dick and into his cheeks.  "I must have been
dreaming or something" he explained.  "Oh, okay," accepted Sam, wondering
just what the dream had been about.

Rob sat back in his seat again, wishing he could tell his friend about his
dream.  They shared everything, friends, popcorn, can's of Coke, secrets
and even a girlfriend once, but not this, Rob just couldn't tell him about
this, what if he thought he was weird or something.  He loved Sam too much
to tell him and risk the possibility of loosing him.  Sam too was lost in
thought.  He was trying to think of how he could maybe bring up the subject
of sex and get Rob horny enough to jerk off with him, he had got three
whole nights.  Though, try as he might, he just couldn't think of a way to
make it happen without risking Rob finding out what Sam really felt, that
he wanted to be so much more than a friend to Rob.  He just couldn't let
that happen.  Rob might call him a queer and not talk to him again, and
he'd loose him for good.

The boys both sat in silence, unusual for them, each in turmoil over the
same problem, neither one aware of the others deepest desires.


Chapter Two

The car turned left off the road and up a long, winding driveway leading
deep in to the forest.  Both boys looked on in awe, their desires, for now,
in the back of their minds, as they gazed out at the miles of tall pine
trees, shading the sunlight, giving the forest floor, with it's think
carpet of brown, fallen pine needles and lush green ferns, a dappled
effect.  The light didn't stay still, but danced in the shadows as the wind
blew the foliage high above in the treetops.

They reached a small wooden hut with a barrier across the road.  The man
sitting inside put down his cup of tea and stepped out to greet them.
Rob's mum rolled down the window.  "Hi!" she greeted the security guard.
"Hi there, welcome to Centre Parcs, may I please see your booking card?"
Asked the guard.  Rob's mum handed it to him, he looked at it, checked the
number of people in the car, then raised the barrier and waved them
through.

Rob's dad got out of the car at the main car park and went to check in,
while Sam and Rob started pulling things from the boot, their excited
chatter starting up again.  Rob's dad got back from the registration
counter with the key to their villa and a map of the complex.  He looked at
the map, then looked around the immediate surroundings.  Sam took the map
from Rob's dad and, after studying it for a few seconds ran off in the
direction of the villa, with Rob right behind him.  Minutes later the two
boys arrived, breathlessly, outside villa 236, their home for the next four
days.

They burst through the door into their villa's small entrance hall, off to
the right was a door leading to the toilet and to the left the hall opened
out on to the kitchen, dining area and living room, with it's Sky TV and
open fire.  This was all open plan, so really was just one big room.  The
boys checked both bedrooms and the bathroom and decided on which one they
were going to sleep in.  Both bedrooms being identical, this wasn't such a
hard choice.

The bedroom was small with only about a foot separating the two beds,
which, although both boys noticed, neither of them mentioned.  The room was
warm, thanks to the strange underfloor heating the villa had.  Sam and Rob
lay back on their beds while they waited for Rob's parents.

"So," mused Rob, "what d'ya think of Sarah?"  "Sarah Parker?" Sam asked,
his voice slightly higher than normal in that 'you gotta be kidding' kinda
way.  "Nah, Sarah Burton" "Ohhh!  She's ok I guess, why?"  Sam wondered
where this was leading.  "Nothing, just wondered if you liked her, that's
all" "No, why do you?" Asked Sam, his voice quavering slightly with
nervousness.  "Nah, not really. She's kind of, too girly, you know what I
mean?" Both boys kept quiet, an invisible boundary line accidentally
stepped over.

Thankfully for the boys, they heard the door open and Rob's parents arrive,
lugging suitcases, boxes of food for the week, golf clubs and all the other
necessities for their stay.  They jumped up and ran into the main room to
grab their things to put in their bedroom.  Rob excitedly asked if he and
Sam could go swimming now, rather than wait for his mum and dad to get
their act together and get ready to start the break.  Rob's mum agreed
willingly, saying that it would get Rob and Sam out of her hair for a few
hours.  The boys grabbed their swim trunks and towels and headed out to the
gigantic, dome shaped, glass structure, which housed Centre Parc's main
attraction. The 'Sub-Tropical Swimming Paradise' that was heated to a
constant 85 degrees, so running around nearly naked all day, even when
there was snow on the ground outside, was always possible.  The Idea of
this being to try to cheat the British weather into submission.

They entered, through large glass doors, covered in condensation, and the
heat and humidity hit them like a ten-foot wave.  "Wow, neat!" exclaimed
both boys together and giggled at their similarities.  They walked through
the jungle like entrance hall into the changing rooms.  Sam felt his heart
begin to beat faster at the prospect of seeing Rob naked, and fought to
keep his swelling cock under control.

'Seven nine's are sixty-three, eight nine's are seventy-two.'  Recited Rob
to himself, fighting his own battle against his rising member, unable to
control the flashing images of all the times he had caught a glimpse of
Sam's dick replaying in his mind.  'Nine nine's are eighty-one'.

They dumped their bags on the long bench seats in the changing room.  They
sat down on the damp wood and glanced at each other self-consciously before
beginning to undress.  They matched each other perfectly whilst undressing,
first shoes and socks, placing their feet on the wet, non-slip floor tiles.
Then trousers, right leg then left, both totally aware of exactly what the
other was doing, but trying so hard not to show any interest at all.  Shirt
next, Sam's breathing quickened, the sight of Rob's boyish, but
well-defined chest, as always, taking his breath away.  How he longed to
caress him, and to suck and gently nip those beautiful, firm brown nipples.
For Rob too this was the best bit, seeing Sam's chest, with it's perfect
lines, running down to his tummy, his navel, and the line of his abdomen
disappearing tantalisingly below the waist line of his boxers.  With a huge
effort Sam tore his eyes off Rob and, turning slightly so that he wasn't
obviously watching, removed his boxers, revealing his semi-hard dick for
the few seconds it took him to step into his bight blue Speedo's.  Rob, who
whilst 'wasn't watching' managed to take in all Sam had to offer.  Feeling
his dick swelling again he hurriedly pulled on his own swim trunks over his
inflating teen cock.

The boys picked up their stuff and started off towards the lockers, both
feeling light headed because of the advanced state of horniness that their
little show had caused.  They threw their stuff into the same locker, as
they required a 20p deposit and they only had one 20 pence piece between
them, and Sam - slightly less scatter brained than Rob- attached the key
around his wrist.  "Ready?" asked Sam.  "You bet!" Yelled Rob, and pulled
Sam towards the sweltering heat of the swimming complex.

				    ***

Sam and Rob entered the gigantic, dome shaped, plexi-glass structure, and
felt like they had stepped onto another continent.  Lush palm trees shaded
the shallow, gently lapping water generated by the powerful wave machine,
pushing water from the deeper, far end of the pool, under a huge fake
fascia of a pirate ship.  The boys followed a crazy paved path around the
edge of the water, with wooden bridges over the channels that connected all
the pools together.  The path led to a set of stone steps carved into a
plaster of Paris cliff face.  They climbed the steps to a raised area with
another pool that was half inside and half out of the dome.  Sam and Rob
were in awe.  They jumped into the warm water and swam 'through' the wall
to the outside pool.  Steam rose from the water into the cooler air
outside.

Rob, who'd been here before, led Sam to the white water rapids he'd been
enthusing about ever since they arrived.  The rapids were like a shallow
channel of very fast moving water from the pool outside, which was high up,
down to the pool right at the very bottom, inside the dome.

"Sam!  Come and have a go down this!"  Yelled Rob, but Sam wasn't
listening, but looking over at the other end of the pool.  Rob followed his
gaze and saw a gorgeous boy with brown, hair parted down the centre.  He
was bobbing in the water, a circle of girls around him, laughing and joking
around.  Rob wondered if Sam was looking at the boy or the group of girls,
then sighing inwardly, feeling sure that one of the girls had caught his
eye.  "Sam!"  He yelled again.  Sam turned, "Wha.. oh, sorry!  I didn't
hear you." Sam blushed.  'Did he see me looking?' he wondered.  Sam half
hoped he did, then maybe he would bring it up sometime.  It was wishful
thinking and Sam knew it.  Sam mentally shook himself and dived after Rob
down the rapids, letting the water's fast current speed him down the
rapids.  About half way down he caught up with Rob and they landed in the
bottom pool on top of each other, giggling like kids.  "Cool!"  Giggled
Sam, "Let's go again!"  He hauled himself out of the water and stood on the
side, waiting for Rob, his wet swimwear showing him off in all the right
places.  Rob gazed up at him, pretending to get his breath back.  Sam's
dick looked huge from Rob vantage point, almost directly underneath.  "Come
ooooon!"  Urged Sam, unaware of the effect he was having on the still
submerged Rob.  He turned and started along the path back to the top.  Rob
watched his butt for a couple of seconds then hauled himself out of the
water and ran after his friend.


Chapter Three

Sam and Rob spent the next couple of hours messing about in the pool, going
down the flumes countless times, and along the rapids over and over, until
they were both exhausted.  They stepped down into the deliciously warm spa
bath, sitting down on the ledge, slowly easing their shoulders below the
warm, bubbling water.  After a few minutes of relaxation they started
talking again, no deep conversation about the meaning of the universe or
anything, just the small talk about nothing that both boys seemed so good
at.

Several times during the afternoon they ran into the cute boy with brown
hair that Sam had been staring at before.  Sam wondered if he was following
them around.  "Hey Rob," Sam started, "you seen that boy, 'bout our
age--" "The cute one with the brown hair and the centre parting?" Asked
Rob, then blushing as he realised what he had just said.  "Yeah, you think
he's follo--" Sam cut off as Rob motioned behind them.  The brown hared
boy stepped down into the water.  "Hi" he said, quickly followed by, "I'm
Peter, who are you?"  Sam and Rob introduced themselves.

The three boys sat in the hot water chatting, Sam and Rob learned all about
Peter.  He was sixteen, lived in London and was here with his mother.
Peter seemed to have already got to know every teenager in the place, even
though he, like Sam and Rob, had only been here a few hours.  Sam and Rob
both admired his incredible self-confidence and the way he felt so at ease
with everyone he met.

Just then Peter noticed some guy he had met earlier over by the cafe.
"I'll see you guys later, I gotta go talk to Mark" Peter got up out of the
spa pool, "Man!  It's cold out here!" He exclaimed.  "See ya." Said Rob.
"Huh?" Sam snapped out of some daydream, "Oh, yeah, bye Peter.  See you
around".

Sam and Rob lay back in the warm water and Sam closed his eyes, moving back
into his daydream like state again.  Rob watched him drift, watching his
eyelids flutter.  He felt Sam's leg brush up against his and heard him moan
softly.  Rob wanted so much to be close to him, to touch him, to hold him
close.  He carefully moved around the stone ledge of the spa pool, closer
to his friend.  When he was as close as he dared he lay back against the
rock and contemplated his next move.  He watched Sam some more, watched him
breathing.

Sam's eyes flickered open.  He yawned.  "Was I asleep?" Asked Sam.  "Yeah,
you were fast off, you must have been really tired."  Rob smiled to
himself, remembering how cute Sam looked.  "Maybe we should get out and go
find something to eat".  "Yeah, okay.  I'm really hungry too!"  Exclaimed
Sam, realising just how hungry he was.  The boys hauled themselves out of
the warmth of the spa and headed for the changing rooms, the 85-degree heat
seeming cold after the warmth of the spa bath.

Rob stood shivering as Sam fumbled with the locker key, dropping it on the
floor before managing to turn it in the lock and open the locker door,
spilling it's content's all over the wet locker room floor.  Sam retrieved
their twenty pence, scooped up their stuff and carried it through to the
changing rooms.  Sam's heart rate quickened as Rob brushed his arm along
his as he extracted his towel from the mess of clothes in Sam's arms.  Rob
too felt his dick jump as his skin made contact with Sam.  Rob looked at
Sam and their eyes made contact.  They looked deeply at each other for what
seemed like forever.  "Hey guys!" Yelled Peter, killing the moment dead.
"You guys getting out already?  I just came through for a piss."  "Um,
yeah," Stammered Rob, still feeling Sam's eyes watching him.  "We're kinda
tired, drove a long way to get here."  Explained Sam, starting to dry
himself off.  "Oh, okay, see you guys around!"  Peter waved behind him as
he headed for the toilets.

Sam picked his boxers out of the pile of clothes on the bench.  "Shit" he
cursed upon finding them sopping wet from the locker room floor.  "I guess
you'll just have to go without."  Rob grinned.  An old guy on the other
side of the changing room shot them the 'young people today, have more
respect, should all be locked up, etc.' look, sending Sam and Rob into fits
of giggles.  They changed quickly, both very self-conscious of their
bodies, their growling stomachs spurring them on further.

Sam and Rob walked through the huge, powered revolving doors outside and
shivered as a cold wind blew over them.  They set off for their villa,
which, fortunately for them, wasn't too far from the pool complex.  They
met Rob's parents, who were just locking the door.  "Hi guys!"  Shouted his
dad, "we were just coming to find you, are you hungry?"  "YES!"  Shouted
both boys together.

The four of them headed back to the pool plaza where the restaurant they
had chosen to eat in tonight, a little Italian place that was recommended
in the brochure as doing good pizza, was situated.  The boys chatted
excitedly to Rob's parents about the pool and how they had got to try the
rapids and the aqua slides.  The adults looked at each other doubtfully but
promised to try them before the end of the week.

It was getting dark by the time they reached the huge dome, which was
brightly lit from the inside making it seem to glow like some strange alien
space craft, Sam half expected to see Mulder and Scully come running past
them with their flashlights.  Steam rose from the outdoor pools which were
also lit with underwater lighting.

The meal was pretty uneventful, although the pizza was really good.  Sam
and Rob ate their way through two large pizzas (swapping halfway through,
as they both thought that the other's topping looked better), two lots of
fries, four large 7up's and one huge ice-cream construction.  Sam added a
fourth sugar to his cup of coffee and yawned deeply.  "You two look tired."
Commented Rob's dad.  "Yeah, I think we'd better get to bed." Said Rob,
looking at his watch.  Rob's mum gave him the key to the villa, saying they
were going to stop and have a drink in the bar before coming to bed.  They
boys said their goodnights and set off back to the villa.

They walked back slowly along the path through the forest, both boys
silently lost in their own world.  Rob looked up at the stars, shining
brightly in the dark skies above the treetops.  Did they know?  Did they
have the answers?  Could they tell him how Sam would react if he told him
how he felt?  Rob asked the stars, shouted out in his mind.  He sighed,
knowing that there was no way they could answer him.  Sam too was deep in
thought.  He was devising ways in his head that he could ask Rob how he
felt, or maybe just to say something that would make Rob wonder, let him
know without actually saying it, 'cos saying it seemed so hard to do.

They reached the villa and Rob unlocked the door, they stepped inside and
Rob locked it again behind them.  "You wanna go straight to bed?"  Asked
Rob.  'With you, yeah' thought Sam, and then out loud "Yeah, I'm real
tired."  They moved in to the bedroom and Rob dived on his bed, and Sam
shut the door.  Sam lay down next to Rob on his own bed.  The boys were
silent for a few moments, not sure what to do next.  "Rob?"  Sam broke the
silence.  "Yeah?"  "What do you normally wear in bed?"  Sam asked the
question he'd been thinking about while they walked home.  "Well, normally,
nothing I guess, but tonight, I dunno."  Bingo.  Sam got the answer he
was hoping for.  "Me too."  He answered.  "I guess I don't mind if you
wanna sleep naked tonight."  He said, holding his breath, terrified of the
reply.  "Ok, I guess, if you will."  The reply came and Sam breathed again.
"Sure."  He smiled.

Now Rob's mind was racing.  What if he got a hard on?  What if he couldn't
control himself and dived on Sam while he slept?  His heart thumped as he
started to undress, slowly, delaying the inevitable.  Sam however undressed
quickly, he got down to his jeans, hesitated slightly, then removed them
and lay naked on his bed, heart racing like he'd just run the 100 meters.
Rob looked at his naked best friend on the bed and tried to force his
trembling hands to finish undressing.  He slipped off his boxers and slid
into bed in a single flowing motion, trying to hide his stiffening dick.
Sam sighed and slipped under his own covers, flipping the light switch as
he did.

Rob closed his eyes, feeling sleep ebbing toward him like a turning tide.
His head full of Sam, he drifted off, the days events taking their toll,
numbing his horniness enough to let him sleep, to dream about his fantasy,
his Sam.

Sam lay on his side facing Rob, the moonlight streaming in through the
window picking out his outline in the darkened room.  Safely under his
covers Sam allowed his erection to grow.  He gently played with his nipple
with the tips of his fingers while he watched Rob sleep.  His hand strayed
downward, over his firm stomach and gripping his throbbing dick.  Slowly
ran his hand over the head and began to gently masturbate.  He closed his
eyes.

Rob leaned over and rolled Sam onto his back.  He slid under the covers and
moved on top of him, their dicks pressing together with that wonderful
pressure that felt so fantastic.  Sam wrapped his arms around him and
pulled him close.  They kissed deeply, their tongues on fire.  Rob ground
his hips into Sam's groin, moaning softly.

In the dark, with his eyes still tight shut, Sam quickened his pace.  He
moaned gently, feeling the cum boiling in his nuts.  Rob rolled over in his
sleep, and Sam froze, until he was sure Rob was still sleeping.  Rob's head
was so close Sam could feel his breath on his cheek.  He started jerking
off again, being as quiet as he could.

Rob kissed Sam again, and reached a hand between them.  He gripped Sam's
dick and jerked him off rapidly, Sam moaned louder and bit his lip to stop
himself screaming as he shot spurt after spurt onto his chest.  Sam's
breathing slowed as he came down from his high.  How he longed for that
dream to be real, for his fantasy to be true, it seemed so close.  He
leaned over the side of the bed and grabbed his damp boxers from his
holdall.  He cleaned himself up and pushed his boxers back under the bed.

He looked again at Rob, sleeping soundly, one hand under his pillow, one on
the edge of the bed, Sam's side.  Sam slid his hand over Rob's then closed
his eyes again and settled into sleep.


Chapter Four

"Honestly, you should see them!  It's almost pathetic!"  Said Peter.  "They
should just say, 'hey, I think you're really hot, please sleep with me' or
something like that"

"Aww, leave them alone, I think it's cute.  Just 'cos you're so damn
forward!" said Mark, grinning.  He shifted his position on the sofa a
little so that Peter's elbow wasn't sticking in his side anymore, and Peter
responded by lifting his arm so Mark could get comfortable, then draping it
back over his chest.

Peter yawned and settled back to watch the movie, some blood and guts
action flick on Sky that Mark had wanted to watch.  Peter wasn't much into
action movies, so instead he watched Mark.  Mark was seventeen, blonde and
gorgeous, which was probably why Peter was lost in his eyes.  Mark noticed
him staring and jabbed him in the ribs.

"What?"  exclaimed Peter, putting on his hurt expression, "I can't help it
is you're just totally hot!"  Mark giggled and started tickling Peter who
squirmed and struggled, laughing hysterically.

"Hey!" Yelled Peter's mum, "keep it down!  People are trying to sleep in
here!"  The boys quietened.

"You sure your mum's cool about this?"  asked Mark.

"Yup, she's a great mum, she has no problem with me bringing 'friends'
home"

"Does she know what we've been up to?" said Mark, kinda nervously.

"Probably, but like I said, she's cool with it."  The conversation died and
the boys cuddled together.

"I can't believe you just invited me here like that, how did you know I was
gay?" Mark asked.

"I didn't, I just took a chance, and after seeing Sam and Rob being so shy,
I just had to go find someone"

"Oh, so I'm just 'someone' am I?" it was Mark's turn for a hurt expression.

"Nah!  You know what I mean."  Peter smiled at Mark and kissed him gently
on the lips really sweetly.

"Mmmmm, nice", Mark kissed back and pushed his tongue into Peter's mouth.
They kissed deeply, Peter running his hands down Mark's back and onto his
butt, squeezing gently.  They broke the kiss and settled again, Peter lying
behind Mark on the sofa with his arms wrapped around him.

"Do you think we should help Sam and Rob, um, find themselves?" asked Mark.

"Yeah, I know they want each other, so it shouldn't be too hard.  I think I
could just introduce you as my new boyfriend and see what happens." Said
Peter.

"So am I your new boyfriend?" Mark asked hopefully.

"Sure, if you wanna be" Peter replied "do ya?"

"Yeah, okay!" Mark beamed.  Peter kissed Mark's ear, causing a giggle from
under him.  He yawned deeply.  Sex always made him tired, and it was almost
two am.

"I'm gonna turn in dude, can you stay over, or have you gotta get back?"
Peter asked.

"Nah, I gotta go, my mum would have a fit if she knew what was going on!"

"Okay dude, I'll see you tomorrow!"  Peter said as his kissed Mark
goodnight.  Mark got up and grabbed his coat, checked his pockets for his
villa key and his wallet, pulled it on and headed for the door.

"Night Peter!"  He called as he opened the door and stepped out into the
cool night air.  He shivered, closed the door behind him and started back
to his own Villa.

				    ***

Rob stirred from his sleep and flicked open his eyes.  He was surprised to
find Sam's hand over his.  He gazed longingly at the sleeping boy just a
few inches away and sighed deeply.  He closed his fingers around Sam's hand
and closed his eyes again, finding sleep quickly, feeling safe and warm
with his friend so close.

				    ***

Mark arrived back at his villa and let himself in, his head so full of
Peter he could think of nothing else.  He pulled off his clothes and slid
into bed, sleep however was a long way off, his head spun with his new
boyfriend, and the excitement of it all kept sleep at bay for several
hours.

				    ***

Peter poured himself a vodka, and settled back in front of the TV.  In his
mind he was devising ways he could bring Sam and Rob together, and
thought's about Mark.  He drifted away into dream world and the TV
displayed snow, the steady buzz of static the only sound.


Chapter Five

The dawn broke, scattering light between the trees and starting the birds
twittering in the uppermost branches. It was cold outside and the long grass
was wet with dew and was still frosty in the shadows where the sun hadn't
yet reached with it's warming touch.

Sam swam slowly into consciousness, his eyes flickering. He yawned and
stretched and eased his eyes open to the bright light streaming in through
the open curtains. Sam rubbed his eyes and looked over at Rob, who was still
sleeping soundly. Rob had shifted in his sleep and now had one leg and one
arm on Sam's bed. They were still holding hands. Sam looked almost longingly
at Rob, and tentatively reached forward and ran his fingers through Rob's
hair. Rob stirred and Sam quickly withdrew his arm and lay back on his
pillow.

Rob stretched and propped himself up on his elbow. He gazed across at Sam.

"Are you awake?" he asked.

"Yeah", Sam answered. "What'd you wanna do today?"

"Why don't we go surfing? Surfing the U.S.A.!" Replied Rob, in a silly
high-pitched voice, totally taking the piss out of the Aaron Carter CD that
Sam had bought. Sam leaned over and playfully gave Rob a dig in the ribs.
Rob grabbed Sam's hand and pulled him over, tickling all his ticklish bits.
Sam rolled back onto his own bed, both boys in fits of giggles.

"No really, what do ya wanna do?" Sam repeated.

"Well, I thought we could go in the pool this morning, then maybe go and
play badminton or something after lunch"

"Sounds cool to me, so are we getting up?"

"Er, yeah, in a minute", Rob said nervously. His early morning boner was
straining a little more than normal.

"Why, you scared I'll see your boner?" Sam joked. Rob blushed, not getting
the joke.

"Yeah, I guess" he stammered.

"Well, I guess I don't mind, I have one too."

"You go first then" Rob challenged.

"Nah, that's not fair! Let's do it together".

Sam's mind was racing, he was gonna get to see Rob, hard and in all his
glory it was almost too much to believe. Rob swallowed hard, his heart
racing in his chest. He looked nervously into Sam's eyes only to find them
staring right back at him.

"You sure about this Sam?"

"Yeah, I really wanna see you hard!" Sam said without thinking about what he
had just said till the words were tumbling out of his mouth. There was
silence. Sam's cheeks flushed red.

"Really?" Rob asked. Sam took the plunge,

"Yeah, I really wanna see your dick hard Rob, so much."

Rob pulled the sheets off his hot body, turned and sat on the edge of the
bed facing Sam, his hands covering his dick.

"Sure?" Rob asked. Sam only nodded, it was his turn to be nervous. Rob moved
his hands slowly and his erection lifted between his thighs, it's darker
head throbbing.

"Can I touch it Rob? Please?" Sam was too taken over with the sight of his
best friend and his jack off fantasy sitting naked in front of him to worry
any more.

"Uh, I.. I guess so" said Rob, unable himself to believe what was happening.
"If I can see you too", Rob almost pleaded. Sam turned to face his friend
and sat cross legged on the bed, his hard-on jutting up, pointing at Rob.

"So, can I touch you now?" Sam asked.

"Yeah", Rob breathed.

Sam swallowed hard. He had wanted this for so long, played this moment over
and over in his mind, and now it was happening he couldn't move. Sam
mentally slapped himself, reached his hand out and wrapped his fingers
around Rob's throbbing tool. It felt so hot and Sam could feel it pulsing in
his hand.

"I can feel your heart beat Rob." Sam swallowed hard, "I, uh, I wanna tell
you somethi--"

"Are you guys up yet?" Yelled Rob's mum, shattering the moment. Rob shot up
out of bed.

"Uh, yeah mum!" He yelled. "Be out in a minute!"

Sam rolled over onto his bed and sat on the edge with his back to Rob. He
fished in his hold-all for a clean pair of boxers, cursing himself all the
while he was dressing. `I shoulda said it' he thought to himself, then just
as he built up the courage to try again, all his old fears and insecurities
came flooding back.

Rob pulled his jeans up over his straining erection, wishing he had acted
faster, wishing he'd had the chance to touch Sam and to tell him he loved
him. He slipped on his new red shirt and glanced over at Sam, who was also
nearly dressed. Rob stood and walked over to the door. He looked at Sam
again.

"Look, I--" he began.

"Don't, please." Sam interrupted. "Look, I'm sorry, I just wanted to, I
just... Oh, I dunno--" he trailed off.

"It's ok... I guess I wanted to as well." Rob admitted.

Sam decided to take the plunge.

I guess I've wanted to for ages Rob." He paused. "I have to say something, I
have to tell you something. I think, no that's not right, I KNOW. Oh Rob..
I".

The door burst open.

"Come on boys!" yelled Rob's mum. "So much to do, and we only have three
more days! I thought you'd be in the pool by now!" She grabbed Sam and
hurried him through the door. "Breakfast's ready!"

Rob let out the breath he'd been holding since am began. Did Sam feel the
same things that he was feeling? Was that really possible? Thoughts, fears,
feelings and emotions blasted through his mind like an express train on
Speed as he followed his mum and his fantasy out to breakfast.

Sam and Rob didn't talk much during breakfast, their minds understandably
elsewhere. Rob's dad tried to spur them into conversation with a 'you two
seem quiet this morning, liven up - you're on holiday' routine. Although on
receiving noting but grunts from the boys, he soon gave up. Rob's mum took
up the sparkling conversation.

"So what are you guys going to do today?" She asked. Sam jolted out of his
other world and answered a short,

"Swimming then Badminton we think." Then thought 'or maybe we could kiss,
the do some sucking and then maybe round the day off with a little fucking'.
Sam sighed, how he wished that was true.

Rob was still elsewhere. His thoughts and feelings had stopped moving by now
and had settled on one thought, one feeling and one emotion. Sam, horniness
and love. He was fantasising.

Sam and Rob moved back into the bedroom and looked at each other. Rob
stepped forward and kissed Sam lightly on the lips. He drew back, searching
Sam's face for a reaction. Sam just leaned in and kissed him back. Hard. Rob
felts Sam's tongue on his lips and opened his mouth to let him in. The boys
wrestled with their tongues, and Rob felt Sam's wrap his arms around him and
pull him in close. Rob reached around and grabbed Sam's butt and squeezed
gently, causing him to moan seductively. Rob ground his cock against Sam's,
and sucked on his tongue. Rob pushed Sam back on to the bed and crawled on
top of him, never once breaking their kiss. Still kissing he kicked off his
shoes and wrapped his legs around Sam, their still confined hard-ons mashed
together, their lips on fire. Sam broke the kiss long enough to tug Rob's
shirt off over his head, and wrapping his arms around Rob he rolled over
pulling Rob on to of him. Sam pinned Rob's shoulders to the bed with his
arms and kissed him hard on the lips, his tongue exploring Rob's mouth. Rob
reached up and pulled off Sam's T-shirt and held him so close, feeling the
warmth of their two naked torso's pressing together.

Rob smiled inwardly at his daydream.

"I love you." Whispered Sam into Rob's ear.

Rob woke from his daydream with a start. He was still sitting at the
breakfast table, spoon in hand, his parents had gone to their room to get a
bag packed to take to the pool. Sam had got up and moved around the table
and was leaning over his shoulder.

"Please don't freak out and hate me." Sam whispered again. Rob shook himself
to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

"I--I--" Rob stammered.

Sam rapidly moved his head forward and kissed Rob lightly on his lips, then
turned and fled into their bedroom.

Rob sat there at the breakfast table, an inane smile on his face, totally
stunned, his soggy cornflakes still soaking up milk in front of him, his
spoon still held limply in his hand.

"Wow." He mouthed.


Chapter Six

In the bedroom Sam was visibly shaking. He flung himself on the bed and
rolled over onto his back. He lay, gazing at the wooden slats of the villa's
ceiling, cursing himself for making such a pigs ear of the most important
moment of his life. That was it. Rob was sure to hate him now, he was gonna
call he queer, a fag, arse bandit, shirt lifter,... Sam let his mind wander
along on his own for a moment before shaking the thoughts off. He may as
well go jump off a cliff. Sam lay there silently on the bed wishing his life
was over, wishing for a hole in the ground to open and swallow him up and
wondered what the hell he was gonna do next. What was left in his life to
fuck up now? He was trapped in here. He wanted to get out, to run, far far
away.

"Fuck." He whispered softly to himself.

Rob sat at the breakfast table, totally shell-shocked. Sam loved him? Nah,
it had to a part of his daydream. He couldn't believe this, he just couldn't
take it in. Robs emotion's mirrored Sam's right now. An exact opposite. He
was ecstatic. He got shakily to his feet, wondering what the hell he was
gonna say to Sam. Maybe he should just say nothing, but just walk in and
throw his arms around him and kiss him, hard and deep. Maybe he should say
nothing and wait for Sam to make the first move. Rob propped himself up on
the corner of the table, facing the bedroom door, contemplating what to do.
So many things flashed through his mind, so many clever things to say. In
the space of thirty seconds he had whittled all the thousands of replies,
the millions of words down to just two, the two best ones, 'me' and 'too'.
He stood, his legs like jelly, and started toward the door.

Sam had a plan too, his way out. He just hoped he could pull it off. He sat
up and wiped his teary eyes on the back of his hand. It just wouldn't do for
Rob to see him like this. He sat on the edge of the bed and straightened out
his shirt. He heard the door handle rattle and turned to face it, putting on
the most gigantic, inane grin he could muster, given the circumstances.

"Gotcha!" Sam yelled as Rob walked in, and before Rob could utter his well
thought over two words, Sam continued, "Bet ya' thought I'd turned all queer
on ya!" Robs face dropped and his mind raced.

"W--what?" He stammered.

"Bet you were wetting yourself!" Sam giggled, "thinking I'd gone all pervy
on you!

"Oh, y.. yeah, so, um, you were joking around then?" Rob prayed this WASN'T
happening.

"Yeah course I was!" Said Sam, thinking the exact opposite, but trying his
hardest to laugh it off. "You didn't really think I was gay did ya?" It WAS
happening.

"Nah, course not." Muttered a dejected Rob, the bitter disappointment almost
showing in his voice, his heard sinking into his boots.

Sam felt trapped again, he had to get out, get away from this nasty
situation before it got the better of him and he ended up falling on the bed
sobbing his eyes out. His jovial 'wasn't that a good joke' shield was close
to breaking point.

"C'mon, race ya to the pool!" He yelled, grabbing his bag. "See ya there
pussy boy!" He was out the door, the words still spilling out of his mouth
as he left.

				    ***

Peter trudged up the muddy path toward Mark's villa, dodging the wet
branches of the overhanging trees. He looked in through a gap in the
curtains that was casting abeam of light onto Mark's naked stomach. Peter
smiled inwardly at the sight of Mark lying uncovered on his back wearing
just his dark blue silk boxers. Mark shifted his position slightly, curling
an arm under his pillows, cuddling it to him. Peter looked on in awe. He'd
been with guys before, casually, and had expected this one to be the same.
Now though, watching Mark sleep, he felt something new. A different feeling
and he wasn't quite sure what it was. He shrugged it off and tap-taped
quietly on the window. Mark stirred and Peter tapped again. It was still
early and the cool morning air caused Peter's breath to mist up the window
as he breathed on it.

Mark's eyelids fluttered and his dream extended into reality as he opened
them to see Peter smiling face. Peter waved frantically, and Mark got up and
went over to the window. He struggled with the unfamiliar catch, then pushed
open the heavy double glazed window and kissed Peter square on the lips.

"G'morning hun." Mark giggled.

"Hiya sweetie!" Peter replied, "have a good sleep?"

"Yeah, some GREAT dreams!" Mark giggled again.

"I noticed!" said Peter, pointing out the tent in the front of Mark's
boxers. Peter looked at his new boyfriend, looked deep into his eyes, and
then leaned in to kiss him again. He leaned in through the window and
wrapped his arms around Mark's waist.

"Can I come in sweetie?" Peter whispered in to Marks ear.

"Sure, but be real quiet, we can't wake my mum."

Mark moved away from the window and opened the front door. Peter stepped
inside and closed it behind him. He turned to face Mark and they kissed.
Peter leaned back against the door and pulled Mark towards him and ran his
hands up onto Mark's shoulders and then down his back onto his bum pulling
their crotches together as they kissed. Their tongues danced together
erotically as they ground into each other. Never breaking the kiss, Mark
pulled Peter backwards into the bedroom and they collapsed onto the bed.
Still kissing, Peter fumbled with the zip on his jacket, only to give up and
pull the thing off over his head. Mark pushed his hands up, under Peter's
shirt and lay back, pulling Peter on top of him. Peter kicked off his shoes
and shucked off his jeans while Mark pulled his shirt over his head. The two
boys now lay on top of each other with just the thin material of their
boxers separating their straining boycocks. They broke the kiss and looked
deeply at each other. Peter reached up and ran his fingers through Marks
hair. He slid down the bed a little and rested his chin on Mark's chest. He
kissed Mark's neck and shoulders, then moved down and flicked his tongue
over Mark's small pink nipple, causing it to harden instantly and Mark to
moan softly. This was Mark's weak spot. His biggest turn on, and after their
session last night, Peter knew it. He licked, sucked and gently nipped at
Mark's nipples, alternating from one to the other sending shivers of ecstasy
down Mark's spine. Peter could feel Mark's precum on his chest and Mark
pushed his cock up into it. He left Mark's nipples with his mouth, only to
replace it with his thumbs, gently running them over his hard nipples,
making Mark groan louder. Peter kissed Mark's belly button, then licked at
the precum soaked material of his boxers, feeling the heat of Mark's cock on
his face. Still playing with Marks nipples, Peter pulled down Mark's boxers
with his teeth, making Mark's six inch dick slap up against his face as the
head was freed from the confines of the silk. Peter ran his tongue down
Mark's shaft and took one of the boy's balls into his mouth and gently
sucked, all the while playing with his nipples. Mark was moaning and
thrashing his head around in sheer bliss, the wonderful feelings Peter was
giving him running through every vein and along every nerve in his body. Boy
he was close, and he had to cum, real bad.

"Suck me Pete, please!" Mark begged. Peter licked back up to the head of
Mark's beautiful teen cock and took it into his mouth. He sucked it all the
way down, gagging slightly and it hit the back of his throat. He paused for
a few seconds while he adjusted to having his mouth full of Mark, and then
began gently bobbing up and down on his cock. It wasn't going to last long
and Mark knew it, the feelings running through him as Peter sucked him and
played with his sensitive nipples were just too much to take.

"I'm gonna cum babe!" Mark hissed, causing Peter to speed up, sucking harder
and faster, milking Marks cock for all he was worth. With a long low moan,
Mark came, shooting spurt after spurt into his lover's hungry mouth. Peter
swallowed it all down, not spilling a drop.

Peter nursed at Mark's spent dick for a minute or two, then slid back up the
bed and took Mark in his arms and held him close, the exhausted boy drifting
back off to sleep, safe and secure in Peter's arms.

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