Date: Sat, 11 Dec 2010 21:27:56 -0500 From: John Martin <email@example.com> Subject: Camp Staff Memories: Chapter 32 This story contains fictional depictions of sexual encounters between teen age boys. If you are underage or offended by such material, or if it is illegal for you to view such material, please leave this web site now. This story is a fictional work. It is loosely based on some experiences I had in various different situations throughout my high school days, super-imposed within the framework of these fictional scenarios. All names, locations, and references have been changed, however, many of the situations did happen to me, or friends of mine, in one way or another. I hope you enjoy the story. I would love to hear feedback from any interested readers. Please feel free to email me at firstname.lastname@example.org. I now have a blog, on which I post chapters to my stories. Please feel free to visit the blog at http://mygayfantasy.blogspot.com/ All rights reserved. CAMP STAFF MEMORIES - CHAPTER 32 Saturday morning came and we managed to get out of camp around 11:15, having to wait for Todd to finish up his check-out duties. We piled our bags into my Jeep and headed out for the Billingham Airport. The weather was beautiful with clear blue sky and bright August sun. I think we turned some heads as we drove through Billingham, four hot dudes with the roof down and our shirts off. We were early, so we stopped at a local Tastee Freeze and ordered some lunch. We arrived at the airport at 1:15 and Luca directed me to the entrance near the hanger where we arrived the first time we met the jet. I pulled up to the small parking area near the hanger and we put the roof back up on the Jeep. Taking our bags out, I locked up and we headed right out to the tarmac where the jet was waiting for us. Miko, the pilot, was waiting at the foot of the steps to the plane. He spoke to Luca in Greek, greeting us all with a nod. "This is Miko," Luca said, by way of introducing Todd and Tim, "Our pilot. He says we are ready to board." We carried our own bags on the plane and stashed them in the wardrobe. It looked like the same plane we took before, except the couch had been replaced with two additional chairs. The chairs were not typical airplane seats. They resembled lazy boy recliners, leather upholstery, with foot rests and backs that adjusted. The only difference was the seat belts. Miko followed us up the steps and, once inside, collapsed the steps and sealed the cabin door. Standing in the doorway to the cabin, Miko spoke in Greek again. "He says to buckle up," Luca translated, "We should be ready to taxi momentarily." We took out seats, Luca and I on the right and Todd and Tim on the left. The chairs swiveled and we adjusted them so we were all sort of facing the center, and then locked them in place. Fastening our seat belts, we heard the engines increase as the small jet started to taxi out to the runway. Another man's voice, the co-pilot I assumed, came over the speaker in broken English informing us that we have been cleared for take off. The engines roared and the plane accelerated down the runway, lifting smoothly into the air and climbing quickly. Once we reached cruising altitude, Miko's voice came over the speaker. "Miko says we should land in Mykonos around 9:00 AM, Greece time on Sunday morning," Luca informed us. "We can move around the cabin if we wish. The galley is stocked with snacks, sandwiches, and beverages, I believe. Would anyone like a drink?" Luca got us all a beer and we sat and talked for a while. Todd and Tim discovered the video game console and were playing World Cup Soccer, while Luca and I talked. "Leo and Stam are meeting us at the airport in Mykonos and then we will take a boat to Vinos, which is the name of the island, off the south coast of Mykonos. It is a very nice place, entirely owned by my father. The vacation home is private, but there is also a small community of workers who work the vineyards. There is a small resort on the south end of the island that is used exclusively by my father's employees, but we will probably not see that." "Will we be the only ones at the house?" I asked. "Yes. Leo and Stam will be there, and Dion is coming, I believe. There may be a few more of their friends, but that is all." "So it will be like a big frat party, then?" "What is a frat party?" he asked. I explained the concept of college fraternities and we laughed at the Greek analogy. We were only in the air a few hours when the sun went down behind the plane and the sky grew pitch dark. We continued to drink beer and had a few sandwiches for dinner, before deciding we should try to sleep. Surprisingly, I had no trouble falling asleep in the recliner. Between the rough week at camp and the several beers I drank, I feel asleep almost immediately. I woke up a few times to go to the bathroom, but we mostly slept for about five hours. When I finally woke up, I could see the sky brightening outside the plane as the sun was rising almost directly in front of the plane. Luca came out of the cockpit and smiled at me. "Miko says we should be on the ground in about and hour and a half. We are about a half hour ahead of schedule. "Cool," I replied, walking over and giving him a kiss, "Are you hungry? I was going to find something to eat and make some coffee." "I already made the coffee," he said, "But I am hungry." I found some snacks and we sat and drank coffee and talked. Tim and Todd soon awoke and joined us. About forty five minutes later, Miko asked us to fasten our seat beats as we began our descent into Mykonos. The landing was a little rougher than usual. Luca explained the runway on the island is smaller and the pilots need to work harder to slow the plane's momentum quicker, which includes a slower air speed on the landing, making it not as smooth. We taxied to the terminal and Miko opened the cabin door and extended the stairs. We debarked the plane with our bags and were met by a customs official who stamped our passports and accompanied us into the terminal. Stam greeted us. "Welcome," he said, hugging Luca and then me. Luca introduced Tim and Todd and Stam very enthusiastically welcomed them. I smiled as I watched him check out Tim. I was sure Stam would make a play for Tim and I wondered how that would turn out. "Where is Leo?" Luca asked as we walked to the car waiting outside the terminal. "He took the Dionysis to get the engine serviced. He will meet us there," replied Stam. We loaded our bags into the trunk of a black mercedes and then piled in. It was a tight fit and I noticed that Stam made sure he was sitting right next to Tim. We were only in the car for about fifteen minutes as the driver took us over some winding back roads and eventually came down the hill to a small beach resort village, where he dropped us off right at the beach. "Sorry, I could not find a dock to tie up at," said Stam, leading us down the beach. There was a good size speed boat beached in the shallow surf and tied out to a pole on the beach. We removed our flip flops and waded out into knee-deep warm water and climbed small ladder up into the bow boat. Stam was the last one in. He pushed the boat free of the sand, and then scaled the ladder as we floated away from the shore. Stam turned over the twin engines and reversed the boat further into the inlet, before turning us around and throttling up the engines. We flew across the water, bouncing on the surf, and Stam headed toward a small island out past the headlands. I figured the island was about two miles from the headland. The boat slowed as we approached a small dock at the foot of a cliff. the base of the cliff was about 50 yards back from the water and from the base of the cliff ran some light vegetation, giving way to a white sand beach. The dock ran out from the beach on the far left. The cliff was a good hundred feet from above the beach and a white, many- tiered building, with multiple balconies reaching right out the cliff edge, towered on top. There was a very substantial wooden stair case winding its way back and forth from the base of the cliff to the top. Stam docked the boat on the inside of the dock and jumped out to secure it to the moorings. We all exited to the dock, bringing our bags with us. "Welcome to Vinos," said Luca, "This island is my family's private vacation home, as well as a vineyard and a corporate resort." We walked up the dock and on the wooden walkway toward the stairs. "This side of the island is our private vacation home. The vineyard encompasses most of the southern and eastern side of the island. There is a small farming community on the eastern shore where the vineyard workers live. On the southern shore is a small resort used by my father's higher level executives and is also used for business retreats. There is a staff for the house, but I have given them the weekend off so that we would have then entire property to ourselves, without anyone else here." "So we can run around naked!" piped up Stam. "Well, yes, if you wish," laughed Luca. We climbed the stairs, switching back and forth up the cliff face. At the top, we came out onto an expansive granite and cement patio, which ran along the entire western expanse of the mansion, from the front of the building right out to the cliff edge. There were numerous sliding doors and windows leading into the bottom level of the home as well as steps leading up to another level of patio on the second floor and expanding around the cliff side of the home. Luca led us in the first door and showed us around the bottom level, which contained a game room which resembled a pub, several sitting rooms, a library, and a theater, with about twenty five luxurious recliner chairs facing a large movie screen. The next level up was the main living area and was a huge open space, with several sitting areas, a dining area, a huge kitchen area with a breakfast space, and a great room with a fireplace in the center of the room. The entire front of the room was glass, with multiple doors leading out to the patio we saw from below. The patio went all the way to the cliff edge and was decorated with many different shrubs, plants, topiaries, as well as furniture. Open stair cases on either side of the great room lead up to the third level. "Tim and Todd, would you mind sharing a room? The first one at the top of those stairs should be plenty comfortable for you and there are two beds. I believe the other front suites are claimed already, but that one is open. If you would prefer separate rooms, one of you can use one of the inland suites on the other side." "I'm sure we'll be fine, thank you," said Tim. We all made our way upstairs to put our things in our rooms. As best as I could figure, there were four suites across the cliff side of the house. Luca's appeared to be his own and I assumed Leo had his own. Tim and Todd were in the suite next to ours. "Who's is the other suite?" I asked once we were upstairs. "Oh, I assume Dion and Ethan will be using that one." "Who is Ethan?" I asked. "He is a friend of Dion's. They model together and have grown up in the business with each other." I looked around the suite. There was a large bedroom with sitting area and a glass front, leading out to another patio. The patio was not big, but there was a small private swimming pool that went out to the edge of the building. The pool was about twelve feet wide and fifteen feet long, with a narrow walkway on either side. There was a privacy wall on either side and I assumed the other suites had similar setups as well. The bathroom had a huge multi-head shower, enclosed in glass, and separate vanity and toilet areas. There was a walk-in wardrobe room, as well. "Luca," I said, walking in the bathroom, "This place is amazing." "Thank you," he said, from the bedroom, "I like it here. I find it very relaxing. Now I would like to take a dip and freshen up. Would you care to join me?" "Sure," I said. I came out of the bathroom and Luca was standing by the patio door completely naked. "Oh my," I said, "You look delicious." "I don't plan on wearing very many clothes this weekend. Why don't you get out of those and join me." I stripped off my T-shirt and shorts and we walked out the patio. Jokingly, I pushed Luca in the water and he came up splashing the cool water up on my. I jumped in and we wrestled a little, ending up wrapped in each others arms, standing in chest- deep water. I pressed my lips against Lucas and our tongues entwined, exploring each other. We stood in the water kissing and caressing each other's naked, wet bodies. My cock had become fully hard and I could feel Luca's erection pressing against it. Barely separating, we made our way up onto the patio and laid down on large, over-sized chaise lounge that looked like it was built for two. As we kissed deeply and embraced, I maneuvered myself under Luca and wrapped my legs around him, feeling his hard dick poke around my ass. We kissed and ground our bodies together. I could feel the pre-cum from Luca's cock, lubricating the entrance to my ass. I reached down and added some saliva to the mix and the I guided his cock into my ass, pulling him down on me and feeling the amazing feeling of having him fill me totally. We continued to kiss the entire time, as Luca pulled out and pushed back into me. Our bodies were pressed together as if we felt they would soon join as one. My hands were on Luca's muscular, round globes, trying to push him further into me with each thrust. Luca ground his stomach against my hard cock, lubricated by my own flowing pre-cum. I soon ejaculated my load between our stomachs. Luca began to fuck me faster and harder and I felt the wonderful feeling of his cock enlarging slightly just as it began to fill my asshole with his warm juice. We lay there entwined in each other, kissing and caressing, until Luca's cock softened and popped out of my ass, leaving me with that empty feeling again. "My god, I love you," I said to him as he stared into my eyes. "I love you more than anything, Sam," he said, "I have never in my life felt this way about anyone." We took a shower together and washed the cum and sweat off of each other. Then we put on some shorts and headed downstairs.