Sam and Rob

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

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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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