Date: Sun, 11 Jan 2015 12:48:17 -0800 From: Matthew C Subject: Chapter 13, Mikey & The Health Club, Adult Youth All rights reserved. Other than downloading one copy for personal enjoyment, no part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted by any means, except for reviews, without the written permission of the author. Comments on the story are appreciated and may be addressed to the author, Matthew Kendrick at matteo_84cdm@yahoo.com All the usual disclaimers apply. This is a work of pure fiction that contains descriptions of consensual sexual contact between males, adult and minor. It is written for the entertainment of mature adults. If this is illegal to read this where you live, don't read it. If you are under legal age where you live, don't read it. Passing through Nifty's main page to get here is your way of saying it is legal for you to be reading it. If you enjoy this site please show your appreciation by making a donation to the Nifty Archive. Go to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html 13 Mikey and the Health Club It is the last day of summer on Serra Island, at least for the school aged kids of the Island as all three schools start tomorrow. The health club is going to be lonely without the crew I've gotten used to seeing there during the week and the beach just as lonely. The flip side is that it is probably a good thing for me as it will keep me from working my way through the rest of the Mikey Collection. Or at least slow me down. I had a good swim in my own pool this morning so I don't feel the need to play racquetball, I just do some weights and head to the wet area of the men's locker room. Mikey is in the Jacuzzi, which makes me glad because I haven't seen him for over a week or so, not even on FaceTime, but I did notice two additions, `Victor' and `William' to his special friends collection. I haven't had a chance to look at them yet. I say hi but he just turns away from me. I say it louder thinking maybe he didn't hear me. He comes closer to me in the Jacuzzi not looking happy. "I am not talking to you," he says in a terse voice, "you have completely ruined me." My heart and stomach drop. Mikey has decided that what we did wasn't so good after all and it didn't even take until age 25. He continues in a low voice, "I was a happy little slut until you came along, fucking anything that moved, but now you've gone and gotten me in a monogamous relationship with Christian. I am ruined I tell you, ruined!" "Mikey! That's awesome! How long?" Mikey drops the `mad at you act' and a glow spreads over his face and a huge grin too. "About a week now; he is so sweet and do you want to know the best part?" "What?" I ask, not imaging the answer. He leans in closer and drops his voice even more, "we both agreed you are Switzerland. We can fuck you separately or together." I know I should know better than to be surprised when it comes to Mikey, but he never fails to throw curves at me. I do know better than to ask the next question, but I do anyway. "Do I get any say in this?" "None what-so-ever." I nod my acceptance, Mikey is pretty sure what he wants and he goes and gets it with great success. "In fact, today being the last day of summer, I'm going to let you buy me lunch and we can go eat at your house." "How did I get so lucky," I deadpan. "Clean livin', like me Tim," Mikey returns. We dry off, go to our lockers to dress and meet in the lobby. My paranoia of the first time Mikey and I left the club the first time is long gone. First, no one really pays that much attention and second, I've given him and others legit rides to the beach because I live right next to it and go past the volleyball courts where the kids hang out. "De Stefano's?" I ask Mikey as we leave the health club parking lot. "I'm kind of pizza'd out, let's try that Chinese place." "Mandarin Dynasty?" "Yeah, I think that is what is called," Mikey responds. So I head to Mandarin Dynasty, which is good because they have easy parking. We head in and it is so dark inside it takes a bit for our eyes to adjust. The front desk is empty, so I grab a menu and hand it to Mikey. "Figure out what you want," I tell him as I hand it to him. "Welcome to Mandarin Dynasty, two for lunch?" says a pleasant looking Asian lady, probably mid 40's. I figure it is probably Nathan's aunt. "We'd like an order to go please." "Do you live in Serra Island? If you like you can order and I'll have my delivery boy bring it to you so you don't need to wait... oh here he is now." And right on cue Nathan comes out from the kitchen area and immediately blushes when he sees me. I can't figure out why. We haven't even flirted that heavily, but it is something. He nods and mumbles a greeting and beats a retreat. "That sounds great, we'll do that." Mikey gives her the order, I pay and we split to head back to my house. Once in the car Mikey strikes up a conversation. "That delivery guy sure was cute," he opines in an offhanded manner. "Yeah, Nathan is a cutie for sure, that half Asian, half white thing works really well for him." "Un hunh, and I'm starting to really like uncut guys." It takes about ten seconds from when the words hit my ears until my brain processes the statement. "Oh my gawd, you ARE a little slut boy! You had sex with Nathan! How did you manage that!" "My mother was getting a spa treatment at the Hotel Victoria a week ago last Sunday so I went with her and used the pool there. I spent 90 minutes torturing Nathan until he gave me his kik. Then I tortured him for two more days until he came over and `took care of my needs'." "Bad, bad Mikey and here I thought he was blushing over seeing me." "Nope... oh now you'll blush when he delivers the food because he is going to assume we are playing hide the egg roll." I hadn't even considered that angle. Crap! I'd just have to not blush. We were sitting on the lanai, Mikey playing video games when the front doorbell rang. "We are on the patio Nathan, c'mon back," I said through the intercom. Nathan comes back and drops the delivery on the dining table. He notes Mikey playing intently the video game and then looks back at me. I wonder if I am blushing? "There is a lot of food here Nathan, I don't suppose your deliveries are done and you can join us?" I ask him. He blushes to beat the band, stammers an excuse and thanks me for the tip. When he is gone Mikey speaks up. "He thought you were inviting him to stay for a three way," he says never taking his eyes off the video game. NOW I am sure I am blushing. What am I going to say to Nathan next time I see him at the hotel or at the restaurant? Mikey closes out the game to eat lunch. He catches me up on his latest exploits, including pulling out his iPad and showing me his newest folders. It turns out Nathan is `Victor' and the W folder, `William', is Malachi Henderson, Jakes younger brother, who is another guy from the health club. I remain amazed at Mikey's ability to pick up guys as easily as he does. I am not too surprised with the teen guys since the average teen boy doesn't need much prodding, but convincing the Nathan's of the world does take some skill, but then again, I am well aware of his skills. After lunch, a big lunch, Mikey announces it is nap time. "Nap time? On the last day of summer?" I ask. When I get the `boy are you stupid' look from Mikey, I guess he has more than napping in mind. I put away what leftovers there are from lunch and when I get to my bedroom, Mikey is in bed already. The clothes strewn on the floor tell me he isn't wearing much and a quick lift of the covers confirms he is naked. I strip off what I have and slip in bed next to him. Mikey cuddles up to me and that is all. Maybe he is intent on really just napping, so I wrap my arms around him and relax. We lay peacefully for a few minutes until he suddenly slugs me in the arm. It doesn't really hurt, but I have to pretend it does. "Oww, what is that for?" "Ten days ago I'd have been making you fuck me like a banshee, now all I can think about is, `I wish Christian were here.' "Ain't love grand Mikey?" I ask him as he settles back in to cuddle again. Two weeks later we are into the school year and today is the day of my `Burgers & Basketball' with the guys from the health club and beach. Travis and Joey took the lead in getting it set up. We have Trevor and Travis Zahl with their dad Trent; Seamus McCarty and his dad Andy; Jake and Malachi Henderson with their dad Dan; Joey Lynch with his dad Pat and then the Lynch's bring Pat's nephew Ryan Falcone so we'll have twelve players to give us four teams of three each to play three on three games. I recognize Ryan Falcone immediately; he is one of the 20 somethings who has been eyeing me in the weight room at the health club. The two families that have three players already, the Henderson's and Zahl's make up two of the teams, Ryan joins the Lynch's which leaves me to be with the McCarty's. The games are `make it, take it' games to 11, win by two with a cap of 15 points. Clearly the Zahl's are the team to beat as they have the height, but surprisingly all the games are pretty close. After two and a half hours of hard play though, the Zahl's are unbeaten with the McCarty's and me having the next best record. Andy McCarty is just a dead-eye, he can hit shots from anyplace and kept us in the games. It has been a really great time though and accomplished so far what I was looking for, which was establishing a comfort level with the guy's parents. As the games wind down Trent Zahl proposes a last game. "How about straight dads versus the `not-so's? Pat, you can play with Ryan and Tim because you are so in touch with your feminine side." Pat laughs, "If I had a feminine side I'd be touching it all the time." Ryan guards Trent Zahl, Pat is on Dan and I am guarding Andy, my former team mate. The game gets pretty physical, Ryan and Trent are really banging bodies and so are Pat and Dan. There is a lot of testosterone oozing onto the court. Except Andy, who is playing pretty soft on me so I play him the same way. "Why aren't you grunting and hitting me with a club?" I ask him in a side comment. "I was born at night Tim, but not last night. A two time NCAA wrestling champ... I don't need to test your macho bona fides," he laughs. The game does end with the dads winning 15-14, but Trent has a new found understanding that gay doesn't mean not masculine. I hope when these guys discover that their sons are gay or bi that they remember that. Trent is chatting with Ryan about his play and is frank that he didn't expect Ryan to be that tough. "You do know I started three years at UC Irvine, right? I was All Mountain West my senior year," Ryan patiently explained. "No," Trent answered honestly, "I didn't know. But whatever, you are pretty dang tough. That was a fun game. You should join our games Monday, Wednesday and Friday at the club. We play 6AM to almost 8AM." "Thanks, I might." I leave the men and boys to talk and watch the college football games on the TV screens while Travis, Seamus and I cook the burgers and brats. We had talked about steaks, but the boys thought that might be over the top. They thought burgers and brats would be enough. I also had out tons of chips, dips, chicken wings and teriyaki meatballs. Everyone seemed to be having a pretty good time. The burgers and brats came off the grill, Travis pulled the potato salad, macaroni salad, sliced cheese and burger toppings out of the outside fridge and yelled, `come `n git it!' Some guys got creative and made double and triple patty burgers, some guys opted to make two or three single burgers, but no one went hungry and a lot of food disappeared. There was that post meal bloated feel and everyone was sitting around watching the morning football games roll into the lunch time games, just kicking back until Travis spoke up again. "Who wants to swim?" he yelled from his position on one of the couches. He got a chorus of approval from the boys and they all started to take off their high tops; some of the dads started to unlace their shoes as well. Travis stood up and pulled off his basketball jersey. There was no one more surprised than me when Travis yanked down his basketball shorts and underwear as well. Standing there buck naked he looked at his father who was gasping, looking for words to say. "Oh gawd, it's just us guys Dad, don't be a prude!" "Yeah Dad," said Trevor as he dropped his shorts and underwear too and took off running for the pool. "Skinny dip!" screamed Seamus as he ripped off his clothes too. "That's right Trent, don't be a prude," said Andy, Seamus' father and he pulled off his clothes and ran naked after his son into the pool. "I... I... I'm not a prude," Trent finally got out, but he was blushing nonetheless. He did get in the spirit of things though and joined the others in their nakedness. Within five minutes everyone was naked and in the pool splashing around except Ryan and me. "Who's the freakin' prudes now," Trent Zahl yelled at us. Ryan looked at me with an evil leer. "Shall we?" I rolled my eyes, but said "fine" anyway. So we stripped down and dove naked into the pool. There was a lot of laughing and giggling over the next 45 minutes in the pool as spontaneous games of naked pool football and naked pool floating basketball broke out. (I'd busted out all the pool toys I had) Eventually everyone ambled out of the pool, dried off, dressed and reestablished positions on the couch to watch the afternoon west coast college games. It is nice to see Oregon destroying an SEC team, even if it is only Tennessee. The dads consume a few beers, the boys go through all the soft drinks and the last of the chips, dips and finger foods that had been held in reserve are put out. It has been a great day. Guys started to leave four-ish, the Zahl's were the first to leave. I gave Travis and Trevor the `bro hug', but was surprised when Trent hugged me the same way. "Thanks Tim, I don't remember the last time I had this much fun with the boys. I think they were 7 and 8." "You mean the basketball games?" "No," he blushed, "the skinny dipping. It has been a long time since I've felt so uninhibited and seen the boys acts like little kids again, not moody teens." The Lynch's and Ryan left next with similar bro hugs. Ryan asked if he could call me sometime, which got winks and nudges between Joey and his dad. I said `sure'. I tried to soft sell it, but the idea was actually pretty cool and exciting. The Henderson's took off next. I know Jake fairly well officially by now, but Malachi I didn't. When Jake gave me a regular hug, not a bro one, I was a little surprised, but even more so when I got that same hug from Malachi. When you are wearing boxers and basketball shorts, in a regular hug you can pretty much feel the other guys junk on you and when I felt Malachi's junk rub on me, it wasn't entirely soft. Now that was interesting. Andy and Seamus McCarty were last and Andy was still sitting on one of the couches nursing a beer. "Can we chat a bit Tim?" "Sure Andy, what'sup?" "I don't really know how to broach the topic." "I find just saying what is on your mind is best approach." I wonder for a split second where this is heading. It has been close to two months since I first hooked up with Mikey and now I've gone about halfway through Mikey's collection, including a bunch of boys from the club and a couple of the guys who were here today. Maybe a rumor or innuendo has reached his ears. "This was great today," he begins, "I didn't really know what to make of you before today, but Seamus thinks the world of you and his friends do too and they don't warm up to adults usually." "Serra Island has a good group of young men," I respond and think, but don't say, `and a bunch of damn horny ones too.' Andy acknowledges that and continues, "I know you don't have any kids at the high school, but you are a graduate. I am the current President of the Islander Sports Foundation that supports all the sports at the school with extra funding. I was hoping we could hold a Sunday afternoon fund raiser here. We could cook some steaks, watch the NFL and pinch guys for money. The Foundation would pay for the food of course, but your house would an ideal setting. I know it is a lot to ask since I barely know you." "I think it is a great idea and I have no problem donating the steaks and food; in fact I'll get a caterer to cook them, bring in a taco and tequila bar too. Nothing helps donations like tequila." "Are you sure Tim? That's a very generous offer." "I need the write offs, trust me." Andy laughs, "need a write off? You can take Seamus!" "I'd take Seamus anytime," I say sincerely. As I say goodbye to Andy and bro hug Seamus, Seamus whispers in my ear, `and I'd take you any time too' and he winks. I really hope I wasn't blushing there. The following Friday I am head to Cabrillo Cove where the University of California is. It is inland from the beach mostly, but part of the campus housing is on the bluffs across from the main part of campus and above Gray's Beach, a notorious clothing optional beach in the area. Randy is out of the dorms and in an apartment on the bluffs so he is having a house warming party. I am glad he invited me, but not sure what to expect from what I assume will be mostly a college party. I am pleasantly surprised when I arrive that the ages look pretty mixed, I am not even the oldest guy there. I recognize a few of the faces from Serra Island and the health club, a few are familiar from the Hotel Vic and a few are unfamiliar. It starts to dawn on me as I watch everyone interact; this is a gay, or at least mostly gay, party. That is a pretty bold move for Randy who is still a college athlete. I decide to give Randy a little shit. "So is this party's guest list your little black book?" He stares back at me. "I am stunned you'd even say that. A guest list of my little black book wouldn't fit in your house, let alone my apartment. Besides, I'm taken now," he says with a sly smile. Before I can ask who, Travis walks up with Trevor and Blake and Tanner in tow. "Hi babe," Randy says as he kisses Travis. Woah, another development that surprises me. It looks like Randy is pretty openly dating Travis. Maybe it is only open at this party, but it is still with people around and word gets around quickly in small towns. Travis turns to me and plants a chaste kiss on my lips. "Hey Tim," Travis says rather shyly and I am not sure why. But I don't have long to contemplate it as Blake and Tanner each step up and give me a similar kiss to that of Travis'. I think most of the world is going mad as these teens are pretty bold in the openness now, but I am really blown away when Trevor gives me a kiss as well, with a big grin. "C'mon Tim let's get a drink," Travis says as he drags me away. "I wanted to tell you before this, but I've been so busy, I just haven't got around to it yet. I'm sorry," he says as we walk away. "Tell me what?" "That Randy and I were dating," he says with a slight grimace. "I think it is awesome, you guys should be a great couple." His face relaxes, "I am so glad you aren't mad. I wasn't sure if you thought maybe we had something going on because of this summer..." His voice trailed off. "We had a great time this summer and I really enjoyed our weekend in Manhattan Beach, but we never talked about getting more involved. I just sort of thought we were enjoying each other. It would be hard for you and I to have the kind of relationship that you and Randy can have. He is young enough to not raise eyebrows." "Yeah, I had a great time in MB too, I just wanted to make sure I hadn't stepped on any toes." "No, we are good. Do your parents know? Trevor seems pretty okay... no, REALLY okay, with it." "I think my mom has it figured out, but then again I think she had it figured out by my sophomore year. My father is clueless, but he'll be fine as long as I don't wear dresses and say, `oh snap girl'. That barbeque at your house was kind of eye opening. He's always been pretty open minded, but he sees the world kind of black and white. Ryan busting threes in face and hammering him on his drives was very educational for him." "I'm glad. I am sure it will all work out." We grabbed our drinks and headed off in different directions. Travis went back to Randy and I headed to the back patio of the apartment. It was a small area off the kitchen, but it overlooked Gray's Beach so I was curious how interesting the view was. I could hear the waves, but being pitch black I couldn't see a thing. "Do you suppose there is anyone on the beach `doing it'?" a voice says behind me. I turn and it is a grinning Ryan Falcone. "I hope not, Sex on the Beach is a great cocktail, but lousy in real life," I grin back. "You sound like you speak from experience," Ryan quips. "Just about any teen boy who grew up on Serra Island probably has the experience. The sand dunes near the Navy base were a great place to sneak away to during a summer beach party and were guaranteed quiet in winter. But sex on the beach... well let's just say sand got places it was never intended to be." Ryan and I chatted for a bit, then he drifted off to talk to people and I drifted off to talk to others. I met a few new guys and chatted with the old ones, but party small talk and chit chat isn't my favorite so I am thinking how to make my escape gracefully, but it is barely 9PM. Before I could dash Trevor approached me. "I think Travis wants to spend the night, can you give me a ride back to Serra?" "Sure, Trevor, no problem." Dang, that probably meant I was trapped at the party for awhile longer. "When did you want to go?" "I'm good anytime actually, I just need to get my backpack from Travis' car." "Well get it and let's split then, I'll meet you out front. I'm going to say goodbye to Randy." I said my goodbyes to Randy and Trevor was outside with his backpack waiting. We hopped in my car for the 20 minute ride back to Serra Island. The conversation was a little stilted at first like Trevor wasn't sure what to talk about, so he went to a topic he felt pretty grounded in. "Are you hungry?" he asked. Truth be told I was. Besides not liking big party, stand up chit chat and what not, I am not wild about most party food either, meaning chips and dips, etc. "Yeah, what did you have in mind?" "I can call De Stephano's now and we can pick up a pizza to eat at your place." "Sounds good to me, call ahead and order a giant whatever you like." "A giant?" They are 28 inches. "Yeah, I love leftovers and cold pizza." Trevor placed the order. When we swung by to pick it up I went to give him money he told me he had it. I figured working there he got a pretty good discount so I didn't object. We pulled in my back gate and I left the car out so it would be easier to get the giant box out and the lanai tables were close by. "What do you want to drink Trev?" "Do you have a nice Chianti or Sangiovese?" I was pretty surprised a 16 year old knew enough about Italian wines to ask for a Sangiovese, but Serra Island kids grow up on a different plane from most kids. "I do, but I don't want to return you to your parents with alcohol on your breath," I explained. "Oh they don't expect me back tonight. That is why I have my backpack. They think I am spending the night at Randy's with Travis so we can play volleyball up there tomorrow." I can't resist a mild tease, "oh, so where were you planning on sleeping tonight?" Trevor stares me down with steely eyes and says, "I really wasn't planning on getting much sleep tonight." I must have had an incredibly shocked look on my face, because Trevor got a smirk on his. "Hey, I kept delivering pizza to these wild sex parties of yours and never got an invite so I decided to create my own wild sex party, complete with De Stefano's pizza, delivered by me." I am supposed to be smart. I have a Stanford B.A. and a Stanford MBA, yet somehow I keep getting outsmarted by teens. "They weren't wild sex parties," is all I can sputter. "So you are telling me you've never had that monster cock that Matt Phillips showed me in your mouth." "Sangiovese it is," is the only comeback I have and Trevor kicks off his Van's. Trevor is a like a slightly smaller version of Travis. He is an inch or two shorter, 10-15 pounds lighter and doesn't have the happy trail or slight dusting of chest hair that Travis does. My cock does an involuntary surge when my mind wonders if there are any hairs around his pucker like Travis has. I have an idea I am going to find out tonight. I go light on the pizza because I don't want to be in a food coma, I want to enjoy my time with Trevor. "Are you gay Trevor? Bi?" I ask him. Trevor shrugs his shoulders, "at the start of my freshman year I'd have said I was straight even though a couple of my guy friends and I had fooled around in middle school. Then at the start of my sophomore year I'd have said I was bi because I'd had a couple of pretty serious hook-ups and I was deciding I liked guys and girls. Now I am feeling about 70-30 to the gay side. I haven't been able to get Matt Phillips out of my head since that first time I saw what he was packing and really not since he came out of the pool completely naked the time after that. Plus the guys I've seen over in your wild sex parties." He is grinning as he says `wild sex parties', "they aren't `wild sex parties', they have just been a bunch of guys who are comfortable being naked around other guys." "Mmmm hnnh," he says as he rolls his eyes. "Well they aren't" I reply, but it sounds whiney as I say it, "... and if you have the hots for Matt Phillips why are you here and not with Matt?" "I have the hots for you too, ever since I saw you at the club for the first time, even before I saw you in the shower area. Then when I found out you were gay I decided I wanted to find a way there and here I am. Oh and Matt will be over about midnight so we only have 90 minutes for just you and me." The surprise that Matt is coming over must show on my face because Trevor continues. "Hey, it isn't often I get an easy opportunity to fulfill some fantasies and explore my sexuality. I want to take full advantage." And with that he stands and heads to my bedroom, he pauses to look back at me. "Coming," Trevor asks. "I hope not for at least 30 minutes," is my best reply as I regain some composure. Trevor gets a thin smile on his face. "I feel kind of grotty, do you want to shower first," I ask Trevor. His smile goes from thin to a broad grin, "works for me." Trevor drops his clothes in my bedroom and we pass through to the bathroom. Damn he has an amazing ass. It is similar to Travis', but different too. His legs are lightly hairy and the hair peters out about three fourths of the way up his legs. I know what one of the first things I am going to do when I get a chance. While I am turning on three of the shower heads, Trevor wraps his arms around me from behind and I can feel his cock poking into me. It feels big. With the water on, I pivot in Trevor's arms to face him. He has his eyes closed, but as I turn to him he opens them and moves his head to meet my lips. We start to kiss and now I am as hard as he is. Trevor is just a tad taller than me; he is probably 6 feet, but no more than 6'1". I still haven't gotten a good look at his hard dick because we have been crushed together, but I intend to fix that right now. I break off our kiss. Normally I might kiss his neck, then nipples and work my way down his body, but I am impatient right now so I drop to my knees and take his cock in my right hand. "Very nice," I tell Trevor just before my mouth engulfs the swollen appendage. Trevor is easily 7 ½ inches like his brother, but maybe not quite as thick. His brown pubic hairs are sparser too and it is obvious that Trevor trims them as well. He moans as I work his head with my tongue. Grabbing one of the bars of soap I lather up my right hand and transfer the lather to his O ring in back. He moans more and opens his legs to give me better access. I thoroughly wash and clean his crack and hole before I penetrate him with my middle finger seeking his prostate. When I find it I start to bang and massage it. I can feel Trevor's cock leap in my mouth at the new stimulation. I slow down the sucking a little because I don't want him to cum yet. A few minutes of banging and sucking then I turn him around. I make sure the soap is washed clear before I spread Trev's ass cheeks to move to my next phase. His pucker is as hair free as a duck's chin, it is pink and inviting so I plunge my tongue in. "Holy fuck," Trev moans. I lick and penetrate while tugging on his ball sac swinging free in front of me. "Fuck me," Trevor pants, "fuck me now." Not one to argue I re-soap him and lather up my dick as I stand. Trevor braces himself against the back wall and pushes back into me when he feels my dick at his hole. My cock slips easily inside Trevor all the way so I start a rhythmic in and out while I hang onto his hips. I want to go slow and make this last. I want to, but can't. Something about Trevor has really fired me up so I increase my speed and intensity. In no time I am drilling into him like a jackhammer. It can't be five minutes before I feel myself peaking. "I am close Trev," I manage to get out. Within 30 seconds I am firing bullets of cum into the teen's ass and I hear him gasping as he shoots his load. I can see his jizz swirling in the water around my feet; Trevor sort of collapses into the wall causing my dick to slip out of him. He then turns with his back against the wall and slides down to the tiled floor of the shower. "Holy fucking damn," he sputters, "is that what it is always like with a man?" I grin at him, "just the good ones." "I need to find them then." "Haven't you been with guys my age before Trev?" I pull him up off the ground and finish washing myself and him before I turn off the showers. "No, the oldest guys I've been with are maybe 19 or so. I've had offers from older guys, but none of them really attracted me. You were the first guy older than college age that really got my attention, but if it is always like that I might need to reevaluate things." We are out of the shower drying off, "don't assume age means experience and don't assume experience means someone is going to be good. I've been with experienced guys who were awful in bed and rookies who were amazing." After we dry off we head into my bedroom and bed. If Matt is coming over at midnight I want to be sure I get Trevor to fuck me at least once, but I don't want him to have to cum too many more times so he'll be able to have fun with Matt as well. So that is just what we do after some preliminary making out and somelight sucking of dicks, Trevor drills me good, just the way I like it, on my back. He is really good. He is a lot like Travis physically, but different in how he fucks. He has a different pacing that I really enjoy and a fresh attitude. We shower again after round number two and are just chilling in bed watching TV when my back gate buzzer goes off. A quick check on my iPad confirms that it is Matt on his bike so I open the gate to let him in. In less than 30 seconds Matt has dropped his backpack and all his clothes and is wiggling his way under the sheets into bed in between Trevor and me. He gives us both a quick peck on the lips, giggles and says hi. "Hi to you too Phillips," I greet him, "I think I'm going to let you two get better acquainted on your own. I am going to go sleep in the pool house bedroom." The boys try to protest, but for their first time together I think they'll be better off if it is just them. Of course that doesn't mean I'm not going to lurk watching them using the cameras on my desktop computers. When I access the cameras, the boys are still talking and each has a shy, silly grin on his face. Somehow, despite the fact that Matt displayed his equipment twice for Trevor, he seems a little shier now. I figured they'd already be in full mack mode by now, but they aren't, they are just chatting a little. "Can I see you out of bed," Matt asks Trevor. Trevor blushes (thank gawd for HD cameras on computers) and says, "sure." Trevor and Matt both get out of bed and face each other and both have semis going although neither seems to notice that at first. The two boys are gorgeous standing there. Trevor is a whole head higher than Matt, whose head just comes up to Trevor's shoulder. I don't know if this is Matt's first time seeing Trevor naked, but it is probably the first time when he's been able to really study Trevor's naked body. "My gawd you are beautiful," Matt says quietly to Trevor. Trevor blushes again. "Maybe, but oh my gawd are you a stud," Trevor returns. "There isn't an ounce of fat on you anyplace." Matt, never the bashful one, flexes both arms in the muscleman pose and Trevor reaches out to feel Matt's biceps. Running his hands along both biceps then down the smooth sides of Matt's body his hands come to rest on Matt's cheeks and Trevor pulls Matt's body into his as he bends to kiss him. Matt wraps his arms around Trevor and we are off to the races now. The shyness has melted away and hormones have assumed control. Matt backs Trevor to the bed where Trev falls back on it and Matt climbs on top. It is sure to be a great show, but I'll let the cameras record it, because I am beat from a long day. Trevor has Matt rolled to his back and has just taken Matt's Godzilla into his mouth as I close the window on my iPad. End of Chapter Thirteen