Date: Tue, 3 Feb 2015 14:55:27 -0800
From: Matthew C <matteo_84cdm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mikey & the Health Club, Chapter 16 Gay Male Adult Youth

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16 Mikey and the Health Club

By Matt Kendrick

It has been almost a week since opening night at the opera and I still have
Hunter on my mind. We had a great evening at his house, sipping champagne
and easing into a night of romance and love making in his bed. And it was
love making, not just sex. I have a degree of emotional attachment with all
the guys I've been with, but the connection with Hunter seems to be more
than that even.

It is for him too, because in the morning we talked about where we might be
heading. Hunter is 18 now, he turned that in late September, so an open
relationship is possible. He is out at school, to his family and friends
and everyone is okay with it. Toni Flintridge's attitude about Hunter and
me was encouraging too. But Hunter is also a very smart and realistic
kid. What we talked about is that he isn't ready for commitment or
exclusivity yet. A lot of gay teens can't wait to fall in love and get a
boyfriend, almost desperate for it sometimes, but Hunter knows he wants to
do more exploration and experimentation. He also knows college looms in the
near future. So for the time being we are status quo as good friends with a
good connection and we'll see what the future holds as he starts to decide
on college.

He has applied to Stanford, Cal, UCLA, the local UC and Claremont
College. His preferred schools are Stanford or Cal, with the local UC as
his fallback school. He has great grades, over the top PSAT scores and a
good athletic profile; his times in the 3200 meter and cross country are
good enough to make any D1 program so my guess is he will get into one of
his top choices, which is another reason he doesn't want to get too
involved emotionally in a relationship. I am a little bummed, well more
than a little because I really like him, but the reality is he is right. We
are better off as friends with a great connection in bed than we are trying
to force a relationship that maybe neither one of us is ready for.

My musing are interrupted by the buzzing of my iPhone. A quick glance at
the screen tells me it is Seamus McCarty, who I haven't seen much of since
school started. I actually haven't seen too much of the high school crew
since school started. I see more of the middle schoolers because Christian
is living with my folks.

"Mr. McCarty, to what do I owe this pleasure," I say as I answer the phone.

"Hey Tim, how've you been?"

"Great, great... still waiting for our one on one game of basketball," I
tease him.

That gets a snigger out of him, "I hear you might be going to Mt SAC
tomorrow, if you are, can I hitch a ride?"

"I am," is my somewhat surprised answer, "when did you become a cross
country fan?"

"When I saw Josh Witt's butt in his running shorts," and he sniggers some
more.

I know who Josh is, I've seen him in Starbucks and around, but he doesn't
seem to run in the same circles as the other kids. I do know he got outed
at the end of his 8th grade year when his Navy SEAL father caught him
kissing a university boy and some rough times ensued after that.

"So are you and Josh playing hide the pickle?"

"Naw, I don't think Josh even knows I am interested yet. This is my opening
salvo. It might out me a little to the cross country team, but they are all
pretty cool and I don't think anyone will talk at school and who knows,
Josh might not be interested in a skinny basketball player, we'll see. What
about you?"

"What about me what?" I ask a little confused.

Seamus drops his voice a little, "are you interested in skinny basketball
players?"

"Several as a matter of fact," I tease him.

"Oh, so if I had time for a quick game of one on one right now, you might
be interested?" he teases back, "I was going to go to the club and shoot
some hoops, but I could swing by your place instead."

It is funny, Seamus was one of the first kids at the health club I noticed,
even before I met Mikey. He always had a kind of knowing smile on his face
when I would bump into him at the club, but through circumstance and
happenstance nothing ever came of it; not even after his, `and I'd take you
any time too', comment to me when we had the `dads `n sons' basketball
day. Maybe circumstance and happenstance were lining up differently today.

"If you think you can handle me shooting in your face, then bring it on."

Seamus' voice drops even lower, "that is exactly what I was planning on,
you shooting it in my face... or in my mouth, to be really specific."

I cough and sputter, "No I meant..."

And I really had been talking about basketball, or mostly so. I wasn't
ready for such a direct comeback.

Seamus interrupts me and giggles, "I know what you meant, but I've been
angling for this for months now and I think the time is right now. I'll be
over in a few if you still want me to come."  I ignore the obvious set-up
and simply answer, "yeah, head on over."

Ten minutes later I get a text from Seamus that he is at the back gate. I
hit the remote and he drives his late model Honda into my backyard. As he
pops out of the car I see he was dressed to head to the club to play hoops;
he has on his reversible team practice jersey, mesh basketball shorts and
high tops. He gives me a hug and steps back. He looks like he has something
to say, but can't quite say it.

"It looks like you have something on your mind," I query him.

"Yeah, but it is kinda weird and kinky," he hesitates.

I lift an eyebrow, "kinky hunh? Spill it dude."

He sighs and tilts his head back and looks to the heavens before looking
back at me.

"I've always had this weird dream, fantasy thing."

He stops there like he thinks it is too weird to discuss.

"Dude," I tell him, "just say it, as longs as it doesn't involve barnyard
animals, I've probably done it already."

"I've always wanted to play basketball naked," he says quietly and then
looks away as if that is the most outlandish fantasy ever.

I laugh, "okay, I've never done that, but I've done lots of other sports
naked. So are you saying you'd like to play one on one with me naked?"

Seamus blushes, shuffles his feet, grins and replies, "um, yeah."

I already had on my high tops so I peeled my t-shirt, dropped my board
shorts and boxers and kicked them away. Seamus looks surprised and slightly
embarrassed that now he has to get naked even though we've seen each other
naked dozens of times at the club and that day all the dads and boys skinny
dipped.

"Game to 11, make it, take it," I tell him.

"How about game to 11, make it, take it and loser takes it," he says with a
smirk.

"Well that is a win win as far as I can see."

Seamus giggles and slowly takes off his jersey, then his mesh shorts and
finally his boxers. Obviously the prospect of having his fantasy fulfilled
has him a little excited because his cock is slightly tumescent. He is a
little embarrassed by that and tries to push it down.

"Don't worry Seamus, I am sure once we start playing, you'll forget about
it."

And he did. We played a pretty normal game of basketball, as normal as you
could expect for two guys who are naked. I am a little taller than Seamus,
he is something just over 5'9" and I outweigh him by a good thirty pounds,
but Seamus has more skills and basketball quickness. The game is fairly
even. A couple of times I back him down the lane and tried not to notice
his teen cock on my ass as I did and a couple of times he backed down the
lane and I played it the same way as if we'd been dressed. I forced my hips
into ass, completely ignoring how firm and gorgeous his buns were. Okay, so
maybe not completely completely, but I didn't spring wood, so that was
good.

Seamus wound up winning 13-11 in "overtime". I was trying not to think
about how that meant I was going to be able to stare into his big brown
eyes, play with his smooth chest and dime sized nipples while he thrust his
very nice looking cock into me. Trying not to, but I couldn't help it so my
cock was a little plump. It didn't help that Seamus was similarly plump and
looking amazing with the sheen of sweat on him.

"I was just kidding Tim, I don't really need to fuck you if you don't want
me too."

I grinned, "I never Welch on a bet Seamus, I'd be grabbing the lube to prep
you already if I'd won."

"You still can you know," Seamus said while blushing.

"We may get there today," I smiled at him, "but let's dive in the pool
right now and get some of the grime off."

We sat side by side on one of the couches on the lanai to unlace our shoes
and remove them and the socks.

"Hey Tim."

"Yeah Seamus?"

"Well... it's just that... well..."

"Spit it out," I tell him.

"I've never actually topped before."

"There's a first time for everything, Seamus."

"But what if I'm no good?" he blurts out.

"Seamus, you are a great athlete, you are drop dead gorgeous and turn me on
to no end. That right there ought to be enough to push me over the edge,
but I know you'll be great."

I leaned over and kissed him. It started out as just a simple reassurance
kiss, but Seamus quickly escalated it to another level, filled with
passion. I wrapped my arms around him, lay back and pulled him on top of
me. Seamus was rock hard already with me getting there. He slid his hard
cock over my rapidly stiffening one while tongue wrestling me. I had my
hands on that ass I'd been staring at for the last 20 minutes and could
feel the firm muscles as they contracted.

I let this go on for a few minutes because it was so much fun and Seamus
seemed into it, but I didn't want him to blow his first load yet so I broke
off the kiss.

"Let's get in the water and clean up a bit and then go into my bedroom for
the real thing."

"Okay," he smiled sweetly.

We stood up and of course we were both completely erect. This was my first
time seeing his erection for real, not just in the pictures and videos from
Mikey's Collection. It was even nicer in person, as most erections are. He
is just a bit smaller than me, which means he has to be about 6 ½" and
not as thick as me, which I really like. For some reason I like cocks on
the slimmer side rather than thick; I actually wish my dick was more the
thickness of Seamus' than mine even though a lot of guys tell me how much
they like mine.

Before we head down to the pool Seamus takes my dick in his hand and feels
around it.

"Damn Tim that is a nice dick," he says more to himself than me, "I love
the thickness. It isn't too thick or too skinny like mine."

See?

I feel his in a similar way.

"I was just thinking Seamus how perfect your cock is and I was wishing I
was more like your thickness, but don't worry, you are only 16. Your dick
may not get a lot longer, but it will probably get as thick as mine before
you stop growing."

"Really?

"Really. Now let's jump in the pool."

We jumped in the pool, splashed around a bit, made out, did some more
grinding and I played with Seamus' pucker a little. That really fired him
up and I think he thought it was foreplay from me. Actually I just wanted
to be sure it was well chlorinated for later when my tongue was going to
replace my fingers.

When all the sweat and grime was removed I asked Seamus if he was ready for
his first topping experience. He blushed and smiled, but said he was more
than ready. We climbed out and headed into my bedroom.

"Your first time Seamus, what's your fantasy about topping?"

Seamus blushes again, "I like the vids where the top has the bottom lying
on the edge of the bed while he stands and pounds the hell out of him, but
that isn't what I want with you. I want it..."

He hesitates.

"Yes?" I push him.

"I wanted it to be sweeter and more gentle with you. I want, you know, more
like `love making' than just fucking."

"That sounds nice, there is no reason to be embarrassed over that."

"I dunno," Seamus mumbles, "it sounded kind of silly, me wanting to be
romantic with you. I'm just a kid and you are this hot, rich guy, star
athlete.

"It isn't silly at all Seamus. You are great looking, have a great body,
are on your way to being a star athlete and most importantly, you are a
totally nice, sincere, sweet guy. There is no one who is too good for you."

"Thanks Tim, it's nice of you to say those things. So what do we do now?"

I shrug, "do you just want to jump right into love making or work up to it
like we were on the couch?"

"I kinda liked the couch, can we start there and work to everything else?"

I agreed so we lay down with him on top of me and picked up where we'd left
off on the couch, only it wasn't as frantic as our time on the couch. The
passion was still there, but the pace was slower. I rolled Seamus to his
back and slowly kissed down his body, starting at his neck. He moaned as I
kissed the sensitive skin on his neck and then gasped when I went to work
on his nipples. I continued slowly down his torso until I got to his cock,
which was leaking pre-cum. I slipped my mouth over the reddish head and
slide down his slender pole until my nose nestled in his downy soft patch
of brown pubic hairs. It was just a smallish patch above his penis and his
balls were completely hairless. I tugged down gently on his balls while I
went to work sucking him and licking around the head.

Seamus responded with more moans and started lifting his hips off the bed,
pushing his cock into my mouth in rhythm with my bobbing.

"I'm getting too close Tim," Seamus warned.

"Relax and go with it Seamus, you'll recharge quickly."

And with that permission to enjoy himself, within two minutes he was
gasping as his pulsing penis sent ropes of warm cum down my throat and into
my mouth. I worked him until he was drained of the last drop and then lay
beside him. Seamus snuggled into me.

"That was awesome Tim, that was the best feeling I've ever had."

I wrapped my arms around Seamus, and stroked his back down to his bottom.

"It will feel even better when you make love to me," I informed him.

And indeed it did. We snuggled a few more minutes, which led to light
kissing, which led to heavy kissing and so on until 20 minutes later Seamus
was fully charged and ready for his first topping experience.

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather wait for Josh to do this? Maybe he is a
virgin too and you guys could discover this together."

Seamus shook his head, "I've already decided I want you to be my first. And
besides, rumor has it that Josh has been playing hide the salami with Matt
Flannery."

That surprised me a little. I knew Matt and the investment firm he worked
for, they managed some of my money. I also knew Matt at Stanford; he was
another one of those water polo players on the team with Tony Azevedo. This
was the first I'd ever heard about Matt liking guys though. I hadn't really
seen that much of him since he moved here. We've bumped into each other at
Starbucks several times and keep saying we need to get together. Maybe we
do, in more ways than one.

"So what now?" Seamus asked, pulling me back from my musing about Matt and
the thought of him porking Josh Witt.

"Now you get some lube and start working on expanding my hole so you can
slide in effortlessly and painlessly."

"Does it hurt a lot to bottom," Seamus asks with a somewhat worried
expression, "I hear Josh has a pretty big dick."

"Where are you hearing these things about Josh?"

As if I can't figure it out.

"And, no, if you do it right, it doesn't hurt. It can be uncomfortable and
feel unnatural at first, but trust me, it gets better quickly if done
right. It only hurts when someone doesn't care about their partner or is
using bad technique."

"Okay," he simply says.

Seamus goes to work loosening me up as I talk him through the process. He
is finally ready to enter me so pulls his dick down from its `pointing at
the ceiling' position, positions it the entrance and exerts a little
pressure. I push out and then relax; Seamus is surprised as his dick slides
into me, but he exerts added pressure to push in all the way to the end.

His eyes are big as saucers, but I encourage him to start. His thrusts are
slow and cautious as he starts, but his confidence quickly builds and then
he simply loses himself in the experience. His eyes are closed; I tweak at
his nipples while he pumps and he moans softly at the sensation. When he
reopens his eyes he is smiling and obviously enjoying himself.

About ten minutes into it he gasps, `oh fuck' and then tells me he is
close. One thing he'll learn with experience is how to back off and deflect
his thoughts before he gets to the point of no return, but he is just at
the start of that learning curve. Within a minute he starts to fire his cum
into me so I clamp down as he does.

"Oh fuck Tim I love you," he blurts in the throes of passion.

Another step on the learning curve.

Seamus shoots himself dry and lays down next to me, but draped over me. We
are silent for a few minutes and then Seamus speaks up.

"Wow that was so amazing... and I am sorry Tim, I do have feelings for you,
I just don't know if it is love yet."

I laugh, "no need to explain Seamus. That is one of the things you'll learn
as you go along and why you should never take sex too lightly. It is an
intense, intimate contact between two people and it creates intense
emotions. Many people blurt out things in the intensity of the moment
because the mind isn't as engaged as the rest of the body."

Seamus and I spent the next hour or so cumming again at least one more time
each. Seamus blew me, I got to rim his perfectly placed pucker and splooged
on his chest and stomach as I dragged my cock over and through his pubic
patch. I got him to agree to wait on me fucking him so maybe Josh Witt
could be his first. I let him know I was definitely interested though down
the road. I think he appreciated that I wanted him to wait rather than just
take care of my own needs.

Early the next morning he showed up at my house for the almost two hour
drive to Mt San Antonio College for the big cross country meet. Mt SAC will
have over 25,000 runners there with parents, grandparents and the fans that
follow their teams so we want to get there early and get good parking. The
drive up with Seamus is a great time. We talk about everything and
nothing. Seamus tells me about his life, family and plans for the future
and I talk about all those things and my wrestling career, which included
trips to very unusual spots like Tbilisi, Georgia; Tehran and Havana. It
was just a good time of getting to know him better.

We find parking in a `secret spot', which really wasn't a secret at
all. The head wrestling coach is a friend from when we were sophomores in
high school on a national trip together and we've been friends ever
since. A $5000 contribution to his program got me a great Mt SAC Wrestling
t-shirt, sweatshirt, shorts and the sweetest parking spot on campus in
David's parking spot.

It took us awhile to find the Serra Island Islanders pop-up tents among the
hundreds of schools there, but when we did we were well received by the
runners who all know Seamus and the few runners who know me. I was
surprised to see Matt Phillips and Drew Nguyen there. I didn't know either
was running, but can I tell you how smoking hot Matt looked in his skimpy
runners shorts that did nothing to conceal Godzilla. As I watched him going
through warm-ups I swear every guy there took note.

"Drew, what are you and Matt doing here? I didn't know you guys were going
to run."

"Matt convinced me it would be great for our conditioning for wrestling and
so far it has been a lot of fun too. These cross country guys are totally
cool."

Next Ethan came over and gave me a hug, "Tim, I'm surprised you came all
the way out here!"

"I owe someone a leg massage," I winked at him.

Ethan blushed, "well you can't quite give me the one I had in mind here and
I sort of have a personal masseur these days too."

"That's awesome, who? Do I know him?"

Ethan points subtly with his chin to the stretching Drew.

"No way, that is so cool! How long now?"

"Just about as soon as cross country started; I noticed Drew in his running
shorts right away, they hide so much less than board shorts. So I noticed
him and then he noticed me noticing him so I noticed him some more and
before I know it I can see Drew is having a `reaction' in his shorts to all
the attention. Poor kid was mortified at first until I went over and asked
if he wanted get a bite after the run that morning. I guess that was our
first date really and it has been fun ever since."

"That is great, I am glad he found someone so cool."

"Thanks Tim and thanks for coming, I have to go help the freshmen get ready
for their race."

Next up was Hunter. He wasn't content with a hug, he gave me a smack dead
on the lips. I think it only raised a few eyebrows because everyone knows
Hunter is gay and it wasn't a spit swapping kiss, just a peck. Still I
think some of the guys on the other teams nearby took note. Hunter and I
didn't get much of a chance to chat because he too had to go help get the
freshmen ready. Mt SAC is daunting course that crushes the
unprepared. Freshmen especially can be seduced by the flat opening of the
Airstrip, but those who go out too fast are slapped in the face by reality
on Poop Out Hill and then the Switchbacks destroy them. That is where the
Serra Island boys will make their move, on the Switchbacks and pick off the
dying one by one.

Seamus brings Josh Witt over, "Tim, this is Josh."

"Hi Josh, nice to meet you officially, I've seen you at Starbucks."

Josh turns crimson because what I mean is `hi Josh, nice to meet you
officially, I've seen your rather large penis straining in your sweatpants
when I checked you out at Starbucks and we played the eye flirtation game.'

"Nice to meet you too, I am glad you and Seamus could make it today."

Now Seamus is the one blushing. Yeah, I think this is going to work out
well for both of them, at least for awhile. You never know how long high
school romance can survive high school drama.

Josh excuses himself to go get ready for his sophomore race. Mt SAC is a
delicate dance, but well oiled machine. In order to get in all the races
for 25,000 runners a new race has to start every 8 minutes. On a hilly,
three mile course that means you have three separate races on the course at
any given time so you have to pay attention to what you are doing.

With all the runners we wanted to see gone, Seamus and I head out to the
course to get a good place to see the start of the race. I've brought my
big Nikon D810 with telephoto lens with me. It is an awesome sports camera
because it has such a fast shutter speed. I can snap continuous pictures
quickly and zoom as close as I want.

The race starts down on an old airstrip, appropriately called The Airstrip,
and the beginning of the race is impressive as fifteen to twenty teams
sprint down the airstrip jostling for position to be the first ones up the
narrow trails and uphill climb. The trick is not to go out too fast so you
poop out on Poop Out Hill, but also not go so slow that you get trapped
behind too many runners and passing becomes difficult. I snap some pictures
of the freshman races before Serra Island's heat so I can experiment for
the best results. Oh and maybe because there were some stunning beauties in
the heats too. I just freakin' love cross country boys, their builds and
how they look in the tank top jerseys and skimpy shorts.

Serra Island's freshman race comes up; the teams line up single file, the
#1 runner is in the first spot and the slowest in the back. Drew is in the
#3 spot behind Ian Hurlburt and Cole Nichols, just in front of the two
Eric's, Schnell and Scheurer. I can't see any deeper than that with all the
bodies crammed in there. The gun goes off, Ian and Cole rabbit out with the
leaders and Drew tries to hang tough with them. I snap about thirty
pictures furiously in the first 30 seconds, trying to get all the Islander
kids I can, but trying to get more of Drew.

Once the pack passes us Seamus and I take off running across the course to
get to the next, good vantage point. At about 6 minutes into the race, here
come Ian and Cole and they are sitting in the top ten. A minute later Drew
comes by and he is in the top third so far. Seamus and I don't have time to
see the rest of the Islander runners if we want to make it to the next good
vantage point, The Switchbacks. This is where the men are separated from
the mice. With already a mile of hills behind them, now they have to climb
a hill so steep that the trail crisscrosses back and forth to get up it,
but the slope is still brutal.

Ian and Cole pass us in 7th and 8th places; I get some great pictures of
them and their determined looks. 45 seconds later Drew comes by. He picked
up some ground on the last hills and now is in the top fourth. Again Seamus
and I abandon the other runners so we can catch the Islander runners, and
especially Drew, at the finish.

As brutal as the uphill is, the downhill is no picnic either. You come
screaming down the hill so fast you have to relax and not push too hard or
you'll tumble, ass over tea kettle, down the hill. As the runners hit the
flat and turn to home Ian is in 4th place now and Cole in 6th. Ian kicks
into an overdrive and over takes one more runner to place 3rd, which is
awesome and Cole catches one more too, to finish 5th. Drew looks dead as he
hits the flat, but grits his teeth and takes down three runners in the flat
to finish a respectable 32nd. I leave Seamus with my camera to get the rest
of the Islander freshman while I track down Drew and then Ian and Cole.

Drew has just gotten out of the finish chute and collapses dramatically
into me so I have to catch him.

"Carry me back to the tent," he jokingly pleads.

"Hey, you have a mile cool down to run and then two more races to cheer
for, you are just getting started."

Drew is still leaning on me as Ian and Cole approach.

"Awesome run Drew," Ian says as he embraces him, "that is great for your
first time at Mt SAC."

Cole agrees and also gives him a hug.

"Do you guys know Tim?" Drew asks the pair.

"I've seen you at the beach playing volleyball Tim, nice to meet you," Ian
says as he gives me a hand clasp and bro hug.

"Yeah, I've seen you there too," Cole concurs, as he gives me a similar
hug, "aren't you dating Hunter?"

I am sure I blush five shades of red, "we've been out a few times, but we
aren't an item, or at least not exclusive."

"That's cool, Ian says, "Hunter is an awesome guy."

"Well thank you," a voice behind Ian says, "and you are a pretty awesome
runner."

Now it is Ian's turn to blush under the praise and Cole does too as Hunter
gives all three of the freshmen congratulatory hugs. Seamus joins us as all
the Islander frosh are off the course.

"Thanks Hunter, it really helps when you, Ethan, Jason and all the varsity
guys cheer for us."

The rest of the Serra Island frosh team shows up and heads out on their
cool down run so Seamus, Hunter, the other Islander varsity runners and I
head down to the start line for the start of the sophomore heat that the
Islanders are in. Josh Witt is in the first position with Eric Seifert,
Collin Curtain and Matthew Beauchamp behind. I can't see the rest of the
team beyond that, again because of the mass of humanity packed in, but I
know Matt Phillips has to be back there someplace.

While the varsity team starts a chant to fire up the sophomores, I snap
pictures at rapid rate getting not just the Serra kids in their lineup, but
the Brea Olinda, Corona del Mar and Oak Park teams, who all have some
stunning cuties on their teams too. The gun goes off and I snap pics even
faster and then Seamus and I take off again as the pack sprints down the
Airstrip.

Josh is top ten as they head up the hill. I get some great pictures of him
and the other Islander boys who are in the top runners. Seamus takes off to
get to the next point, but I stick around longer than I did last time
because I want to get some pictures for Matt.

Matt comes along in the middle of the pack, scrunched in between a Corona
del Mar kid and a Brea Olinda runner. The pics of the three of them
jostling for position should be good. Matt isn't really a runner, but is
holding his own with these guys, maybe on sheer competitive will. We'll see
how Matt handles the Switchbacks.

I have to hustle to catch Josh at the next stage of the race, but get there
just before the leaders of this heat hit this point. I just hope the camera
auto-corrects for my movement as I am panting pretty good from the sprint
over here. Like last time, Seamus leaves as soon as Josh is gone and I wait
for Matt again. When Matt comes by he is still with the same two runners
from CdM and BO. He seems determined to stay with them and let them pull
him through the race.

I sprint once more to the next spot I want to get pics from and I get there
with more time to spare since the guys will be coming out of the
Switchbacks, which really slows their pace. Josh comes down the hill in 4th
position, but a kid from Paso Robles eases past him so Josh finishes in
5th, still a great run. Eric Seifert, Collin Curtain, Matt Beauchamp and
Kyle Fields all come in in the top 30, which means Serra Island has a good
chance of winning the team title for the race. Matt and his two running
companions have made up some ground on the rest of the pack and are now
starting a sprint for the finish chute. The three of them are side by side
by side. They hit the chute at about the same time so I have no idea how
they are going to sort out who beat whom, but apparently the do. The CdM
boy finished ahead of Matt, but Matt was ahead of the kid from BO. They are
so exhausted that they rest on the runner ahead as they get pushed through
the chute to the end where they record the numbers of the runners. I get
some good pictures of Matt laying his head on the back of the bent over CdM
kid and the Brea Olinda kid laying his head on Matt.

After saying hello to all the Serra Island sophs, especially Matt and Josh,
and congratulating them on their runs I track down the Corona del Mar and
Brea Olinda tents. In the CdM tent it is easy to spot the kid who had been
running with Matt, he was right at the entrance.

"Hi, nice race," I say to him.

"Thanks," he replies, but is probably wondering who I am.

"I am with Serra Island," I tell him, "I think I got some pretty good
pictures of you running with one of our kids."

"Oh yeah," he grins, "I couldn't shake that little shit the whole race. I
only beat him because I leaned at the end. At least he pushed me to a good
time."

"If you give me your email address I'd be happy to send you the race pics
and the ones from the finish chute too."

"Sweet," he replies and gives me his email address.

He has the very interesting name of Xander Polny, but I don't really have
time to chat, because I want to find the Brea Olinda kid too and then head
to the varsity race for Serra. The Brea Olinda kid is easy to find too, he
is outside the BO tent doing a post race stretch. I give him the same spiel
I gave Xander about having pictures of him. I am very surprised by his
response.

"You don't remember me do you? I'm Dylan Perlson," he says with a shy
smile.

"Oh my gawd of course I remember you Dylan, I didn't recognize you! You are
like nine feet tall now! The last time I saw you, you were about 9 years
old."

I had wrestled with Dylan's older brother, Danny at Stanford and then on
the open circuit for a few years after that. Dylan was this sweet kid
always trailing Danny around, holding his sweats.

"Yeah, I grew a little," he laughs, "let me give you my email address and
you can send the pictures of me and Matt, that would be cool."  "So you
know Matt then?"

"Oh yeah," he giggles, "I wrestle too and even if Matt weren't a great
wrestler, every wrestler in the state would still know who he is, if you
know what I mean."

I laugh too, "yes, I DO know what you mean."

Dylan and I exchange not just email addresses, but phone numbers as well
and I tell him to have Danny give me a call so we can catch up. Danny was
always a looker and one of the guys who'd been very supportive of me after
I came out. While Danny was cute, Dylan is stunningly so; maybe it is the
youth thing, his features aren't hardened yet, but I am anxious to see how
the pics turn out. Before I leave, I have one of Dylan's teammates snap a
couple of pictures of us together.

Now I have to hustle back to the Airstrip for the start of the varsity
heat. Ethan is in the #1 spot with Hunter, Ben White, Patrick Clark and
Jason Leary just behind. This should be a great race, Serra has a really
strong team this year and they could wind up winning their division in CIF
this year. This race will say a lot about that.

The gun goes off and I take a bunch of pictures from the same spots as the
previous races. Serra Island is dominating the race so far. In cross
country your top five runners score for you and you are allowed seven
runners total. If your number six and seven runners do well they help the
team by pushing other team's runners into higher finishes, making their
team scores higher. Unlike many sports, in cross county, the lower score
wins. The Islanders have six of their runners in the top twenty coming off
the first hills and transitioning to the Switchbacks, four are in the top
ten.

By the time they hit the flats for the sprint to the finish chute, Ethan is
solidly in first with Hunter and a St John Bosco runner alternating back
and forth for second and third. The Bosco runner does nip Hunter at the
line, but then Jason, Ben and Patrick come in fifth, seventh and eighth
with Jacob Blauser in twelfth to easily lock up the team title for their
division. The kids are all happy, excited, sore and happy. Yeah, I know I
said happy twice, but hey, they won Mt SAC for their division, they are
REALLY happy.

I am standing around a group of the Serra Island runners, chatting with
Matt, Hunter and a few others, when Matt gets an idea.

"Hey, can we come over to your house and Jacuzzi Tim? I know it would help
my stiffness."

I narrow my eyes at Matt, because with his impish ways you never know which
`stiffness' he is referring to.

"Sure, come on over when the bus gets back to school."

I didn't quite realize what I was in for. Seamus and I beat the team back
to Serra Island by 45 minutes because the team was on a bus. I made sure
the temperature on the Jacuzzi was high so it would be warm when Matt and
the guys started showing up. What I didn't realize was how many guys Matt
was going to invite. Besides the ones I expected, Matt, Drew, Hunter, Ethan
and Josh, Matt had invited Ian, Cole, Matt Beauchamp, Ben, Jason, Patrick
and both the Erics.

That meant fifteen guys in a Jacuzzi that comfortably holds eight to ten. I
wasn't complaining, but I wasn't sure how the guys I didn't know were going
to react; especially when Matt, Ethan, Seamus and Drew pulled off their
clothes to step in the Jacuzzi naked. The four other freshmen, besides
Drew, Ian, Cole, Eric Schnell and Eric Scheurer, looked a little nervous;
like they weren't sure if they should cover themselves or what, but when
they saw how casual everyone else was being naked they relaxed and dropped
the hands from their front.

Now being around wrestling you get used to being naked and seeing guys
naked so you don't think too much about it, but with the chance to see the
five freshmen here all at once it reminds you how different teens can be at
that age and how little it means when it comes to athletics. Eric Scheurer
is the most developed of the freshmen; he has a happy trail that leads to a
large patch of reddish pubic hair and a good sized limp dick and he was the
slowest of the five. Ian, who was the fastest and most athletic of the five
has a very sparse patch of brown pubic hairs above a smallish looking cock,
that of course could be a lot bigger when it gets `inspired', you just
never know.

"If I order pizza, who can stay?"

Yeah, I know, a silly question with teen boys, but you never know, some may
have had to get home, but as expected all said they could stay. A few phone
calls were made home to confirm with parents, but not many teen boys can
say no to pizza and hanging with their buds. I got out of the pool and
ordered a mass of pizzas from De Stefano's with some sides to accompany
them. Of course you knew the delivery boy was going to be Trevor.

"Really Tim? An orgy with the entire cross country team," Trevor said in a
low voice as he placed the pizza boxes on a table on the covered lanai.

"Hey, it isn't the WHOLE cross country team and besides, it is all your
boyfriend's doing," I reply in an equally low voice.

Trevor laughs, "of course it is, I should have guessed. How long are you
guys going to be here? I am off in an hour."

"I am sure Matt, Hunter, Ethan and Drew will be around at least that long,
maybe a lot longer."

"Okay, I'll be back when I finish my shift."

"Awesome, I'll leave the door unlocked, just come on in when you finish
work."

Matt had joined us at the table by now.

"I'll be back in an hour babe," Trevor says to Matt in hushed tones.

Matt grins and nods, "I'll be waiting."

 I didn't have fifteen robes, but I did have a lot of the big beach towels
so I pulled them out for those who weren't comfortable lounging around
naked, of course Matt didn't want one and got some very interesting
sideways glances from his teammates who weren't aware before of his
endowment. Ian and Cole, who had been the most bashful ones before were now
among the most immodest and Ian kept glancing over at Matt.

"Pretty amazing, right?" I say to Ian quietly.

"I... I..." Ian started to stammer.

"It's okay Ian every guy checks out other guys, even when you are an
adult. Guys just can't stop from comparing themselves to other guys;
everything is a competition."

Ian sighs, "I am not winning many then unless I go to the Middle School and
even then I think I have to compete with the 7th graders."

"Dude, don't stress, everyone matures at different rates. Even if you
never..." I pause, looking for the right word.

"Get a bigger dick," he offers.

I laugh, "yeah that, you'll be fine. There is a lot to making a partner
happy than size."

He sighs, "I guess, but damn Phillips could loan me two inches and not even
miss them."

As if on cue Matt looks over at Ian and me, grins and nods `hi'. I know he
didn't hear anything we said, but we were looking his direction so I am
sure he understood the topic. Ian blushed and I just nodded back.

One of the guys who did wrap a towel around his waist was Josh
Witt. Because I am sure a lot of these guys know I am gay I was very
careful about not appearing to check them out too closely so I had mostly
missed it when Josh got into the Jacuzzi. Of all the guys here, he was the
one I was most curious about and frankly dying to see. I was bummed he had
a towel on. But I also understood, given our history of eye flirting and
him getting an erection over it I am sure he didn't want to risk popping a
boner among his peers even if most of them probably know he is gay.

My covered lanai has three separate clusters of furniture; most of the boys
were on the couches and chairs around the table where the pizza boxes were,
which makes all the sense in the world. Teen boys never like to be too far
away when food is available. I went and sat on one of the couches around
the fire pit, which I had turned on. The over head heaters were on too so
the lanai was cozy warm against the fall night chill and the fire pit added
a little more warmth, but a lot more atmosphere. I almost choked on the
pizza I was eating when Josh Witt sat down next to me.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey," was my articulate response.

Good gawd he is gorgeous. Josh has dirty blonde hair, longish in that
surfer dude way and he has a chest that looks like a surfer dude
chest. Because of all the paddling in surfing it seems like guys who surf a
lot all have the same muscle development in their pecs.

"You surf a lot Josh?"

"I do, how did you know?"

"Your chest looks like a surfer dude chest."

He laughs when I explain my theory of surfer dude chests.

"So is that a good thing?" he asks kind of flirtatiously.

"Oooh yeah," I acknowledge.

He is looking directly in my eyes with his soft blue eyes when he says, "I
think this is what you are curious about though."

And with that Josh opens his towel after a quick glance to make sure none
of the other guys were paying attention to us. Of course I can't help but
look and he obviously wants me to look. His cock is about three fourths
hard. I knew he was big because the outlines I'd seen in his sweats when he
got hard at Starbucks, but seeing the real thing is completely
different. The real thing is as gorgeous as he is. He isn't quite as big as
Matt, more like in the range of the Zahl brothers, somewhere in that 7 ½
inches range and decently thick. There is a nice patch of sandy blonde hair
over it that I'd love to run my dick through, but it is the head I am drawn
to; it is pink, not reddish, not purple, pink, and a perfect size and
shape. It bums me out I probably won't be able to get my mouth over it with
it because I won't horn in on Seamus' territory.

"Do you think we could hang out sometime Tim?" Josh asks coyly.

"I'd love to hang out Josh, in fact I'd love to do a lot more than that,
but I have a friend who is really into you and so I won't do the `more than
that' until I see what happens with you two."

"Someone likes me?" he seems shocked, "Who?"

I give him a `come on dude' look, like if he thought for a minute he'd
figure it out. And he does. I can see the nickel drop.

"Seamus," he says, almost to himself.

I nod an acknowledgement.

"No way," Josh murmurs, "I've never dated a guy my age before, everyone has
been older. It seems like guys at school are almost afraid to be seen with
me because everyone knows I am gay."

"I don't think Seamus will have that problem."

"No, he has been about the only guy besides the cross country guys who goes
out of his way to be nice and talk to me. I should have picked up on that,
I am good on picking up clues normally."

"I know," I smile, referencing our flirting at Starbucks.  Josh snickers,
"yeah, I wish I had just talked to you. I guess it would have been awkward
for you to approach me."

"Yeah, just because a guy can do the eye flirt thing and get an erection
doesn't mean he is open to more. I've learned that the hard way."

Seamus walks over to us, he is still naked, but has a towel over his
shoulder. I can see Josh checking him out. Seamus for his part can't help
but notice Josh's semi.

"Mind if I join you boys?"

"No sit here Seamus," I tell him getting up, "I was just going to get more
pizza."

"Better hurry," Seamus warns me.

After the pizza was all gone a few guys had to get going, but most stayed
and went for Jacuzzi round two and a few got in the regular pool to just
chill out. Seamus and Josh stayed on the couch, but I did notice both boys
had covered themselves with towels and it was easy to guess why.

Trevor showed up and if the cross country guys were surprised at the ease
with which he shed his clothes to join us in the Jacuzzi, no one showed
it. Over the following hour guys drifted away until just what I'd call the
regulars, Ethan, Hunter, Matt, Trevor, Drew, Seamus and now Josh were left.

"Anyone wanna watch a movie?" I asked since we were all pretty pruney by
now.

I got general agreement so we got out of the Jacuzzi and dried off. Josh
went to retrieve his clothes.

"You won't need those," Seamus said with a smirk.

We all headed into my bedroom where I pulled out robes for everyone and we
headed downstairs to the movie room. Josh seems a little overwhelmed by
everything especially when we get into the movie room and all eight of us
pile onto the giant couch. It is cozy with eight of us, but not
uncomfortable. Josh looks shocked when Seamus leans and cozies in, but when
he sees Drew encircled by Ethan's arms, Hunter lying into me and Matt
snuggling into Trevor he visibly relaxes. I can see him whispering into
Seamus' ear and Seamus shrug and whisper something back.

There isn't an orgy on the couch. I can't swear that hands didn't explore
and grope inside robes, but everyone seemed to watch and enjoy the movie,
`The Kings of Summer', for the most part. It is getting late by the time
the movie ends so reluctantly guys head upstairs to get dressed make their
way home. Everyone except Hunter of course, who is spending the night.

I get a hug and a kiss on the lips from each of the guys as they leave.
Josh is the last one. At the start of the day I didn't officially even know
him, now he feels like just one of the regular guys. Obviously it has been
an eye opening day for him too.

Josh follows the other guy's example, hugs me and plants a kiss on my lips
after which he whispers in my ear.

"This has been a very interesting day Tim. Thanks."

End of Chapter Sixteen