Date: Tue, 3 Mar 2015 10:25:44 -0800 From: Matthew C Subject: Mikey & the Health Club, Chapter 19, Gay Male, 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 *author's note: please excuse any typos. I only proofread this story once, normally I proofread them at least three times separated by a couple of days each time, but I wanted to post this chapter since it had been awhile. 19 Mikey and the Health Club By Matt Kendrick Clay slid over, lay into me and I giggled. It was mostly over my own stupidity, but I think Clay took it the wrong way and he tried to sit up and move away. I grabbed him and pulled him back into me. "So what are you trying to say Mr. McClure?" I whispered into his year. Clay had been pretty bold sliding into me and with the `older guys' and '16 year olds choosing', but I don't think he really felt that bold because now he was blushing and stammering. I decided to help him out. "Something like this?" I planted a kiss on him. It started very slowly, built in intensity and escalated when I lifted his shirt off. "Yes, just like this," he gasped between kisses. Being a swimmer, polo player and surfer there isn't an ounce of fat on Clay. With every move he makes I can feel the rippling in his muscles. Clay's body is completely smooth, he doesn't even have hair under his arms really, just a small tuft of blonde hair you can barely see. He has his hands up and under my shirt too, playing with my chest. Then Clay pushes it up and off me. I lie back on the couch and pull Clay on top. He has on board shorts and a Speedo. When he was in the pool lifeguarding and running the games, he wore his Speedo and then put on the board shorts when he climbed out of the pool. Even though the Speedos are tight and probably a size too small, I manage to work my hands inside and squeeze his tight buns. Despite his Speedos holding his erection tight to his body, I can still feel Clay's cock pressing into my cock. I work my way to the front of Clay's Speedos, untie the drawstring, untie the laces on his board shorts and slide both down at the same time. Since I am lying down, I can't slide them far, only about mid thigh, but the new freedom for Clay's cock has him picking up the intensity of his grinding. I've seen Clay naked so I know he has a small patch of blonde pubic hairs, but I haven't seen his erection yet. I do take the opportunity to feel it. I reach down between us, grasp him and slowly jerk him. I can feel pre-cum on his head, so I smear it around with my thumb and forefinger and jack just his head with it. He moans into my mouth and then suddenly pushes up from me. Clay stands up, giving me the first look at his erection. It is nice, a decent 6 ˝" at least, not too thick and very straight. His head is a nice pinkish shade of red and looks yummy. He pushes his Speedo and board shorts down the rest of the way and kicks them out of the way. He then reaches over to my shorts, unsnaps and unzips them and pulls them down and all the way off. Clay lies back down on top of me, straddling me instead of getting in between my legs. He starts rubbing his dick on my and massaging my chest. He is creeping further and further up my body with his body until his ass crack is on my cock and now he is undulating on it. "Fuck me Tim," he says breathlessly, "I haven't been fucked since summer." Which makes me wonder how Matt Flannery has let that happen. "Reach into the drawer behind me, there is some lube in there." Clay has to slide way up my body to reach the drawer, which brings his dick into sucking range for me. I pulls his cock down from his body, lick the head, swallow his dick whole while I grab his small round globes and force him deep into my throat. Clay momentarily forgets the lube and rocks his cock into my mouth, moaning and sighing. He snaps out after a minute though. "No, I want to cum with your dick in me," he declares. I am reluctant to let his dick out of my mouth, but the thought of his hole is motivation enough. I slide out from underneath him, out the `backdoor,' so to speak. He has the drawer open, but now he is bent over the couch's armrest, trying to find the lube. I can't let this opportunity go to waste. His cute tiny butt looks like sandwich to a hobo and just like a hobo eats the sandwich, I am eating that ass. I open his cheeks, his hole is pink, wrinkly and clean with a faint scent of chlorine. Not wasting anytime I lick the outer edges and Clay shudders and mumbles, `oh fuck.' His search for the lube is temporarily forgotten again as I lick, and penetrate his pucker with my tongue. After a minute or so though, he has found the bottle and hands it back to me. I don't see any reason to change the positions we are in so I start to prep his hole, first with one finger, then two and finally three. "I think we're ready." I stand and leave Clay bent over the armrest. I position my head at his hole and exert gentle pressure until the head finally slips all the way inside Clay. He moans a little, more of a discomfort moan than a `wow that's good' moan so I stop for a few seconds to let his O-ring adjust to the invasion. Then I exert more pressure and slowly slide in all seven inches. My light colored pubes are touching Clay's golden ass and then he says, `okay' so I start pulling back and pushing back in slowly to see how this position is going to work. After a few minutes of slow cautious fucking Clays moans,' fuck me faster.' And so I do. I keep picking up speed and am now slamming into his ass hard on the down stroke and Clay is loving it. "Oh fuck I didn't know how much I missed this, fuck yeah," Clay moans to no one in particular. I am going so fast now I know I can't last, "two minutes Clay if you want to cum with me." He does. So Clay starts to jack furiously. At about two minutes on the nose I start to fire stream after stream into Clay's insides. He comes at almost the same time, sending several shot out onto the end table where the lube was. After he is spent he collapses over the armrest, breathing heavily. "Why are you huffing and puffing," I tease, "I am the one who did all the work." Clay rolls over to his back and slides down to sit on the couch with his back against the armrest. His grin is like a 6 year olds in the middle of unwrapping his Christmas presents. "So far," he says, arching one of his eyebrows in an adorable fashion. True to his word, after we shower, Clay gives me a great pounding like only a muscular, young athlete can. We followed that with another shower and some sorted fooling around in the shower. Before Clay takes off we have a semi serious conversation. "So Clay bud, what is the story on your sexuality? Are you gay? Bi" Clay sighs like, `oh no, not this again', "I am not sure I really know if I am gay... or bi... or bi-curious... or just curious... or maybe just a horn dog. I really can't figure it out." "How many guys have you been with so far?" "You, Matt, Josh, Wyatt and Virgil. And now I have this offer from... someone." "And how many girls?" Clay blushes, "I've probably had a dozen girls give me blow jobs or hand jobs since 8th grade and I've fucked two." "Which do you like better?" "That's just it, I really don't know. It is like whoever I am with is who and what I like best." "When you are at the beach who catches your eye?" Clay hesitates, "before this summer I'd never even seen another guy's erection, but now I think about them all the time." He looks at me like that last part wasn't really to me, more just thinking out loud. "What I mean is, when I was a freshman I never wondered about any of my team mates or classmates erections. I was curious about their dicks, are they bigger than me, all that kind of stuff but I never thought about their dicks hard. Now I want to line up every guy on my water polo team, make them get hard and check them out. And not just water polo, but the lacrosse guys and basketball and soccer and cross country and drama and choir and... well just every guy I meet now, even guys like..." Clay stops, not sure how to phrase it. "Even guys like the middle school guys from today," I finish for him. "Yeah," he confirms, "does that just make me a total perv or what?" "No Clay," I say quietly and gently, "it makes you a young teen in the throes of discovering himself and everything you are feeling is pretty normal. Your body is racing far beyond your intellect right now. As you get older your intellect will wrest control back from your penis, but for now you just have to do the best you can and always keep in mind what is good for the other person as well as yourself." He seems to accept that. "I kind of wish I had someone, a friend, not a boyfriend, that I could do stuff with, talk about stuff, but not paint myself into a corner." "What are you doing tomorrow?" Clay blushes again, "going to church. Does that make me a complete hypocrite?" "I go to church Clay. I know a lot of gay and bi people who do. So no, I don't think you are a hypocrite. What time does church get out?" "If I go to the early mass, 9AM or so, why?" "Why don't you come by tomorrow at 11AM or so; I want you to meet someone." "Okay, cool." "What happened with you and Matt anyway?" "I think he decided Josh and I were too young. I think Matt really wants a boyfriend now and with Josh and me he really couldn't be open about our relationships and I really am not ready to be as open as Josh is." With that Clay was off. I was hoping the idea I had might work. The next day at Taylor Presbyterian I caught Malachi Henderson in the Fellowship Hall after the 9AM service and high school group. "Can you come over today in about 30 minutes?" Malachi's eyes light up and he gets a crooked grin on his face. "No, not that," I grin back, "at least not me, but I think I have someone for you to talk to about all the stuff you are feeling." Clay shows up first and parks his 4Runner in my backyard, five minutes later Malachi is at the front door. I escort Malachi to the back lanai where Clay is watching the morning NFL game. "Hey Malachi, what's up?" Clay greets him. "Nuttin', s'up with you?" Malachi returns as he plops down on the couch kicking off his flip flops. Ah I love the jaunty banter of teen boys. At least I should be glad they didn't just grunt and nod, normal teen boy modes of communications. Not to delay things, I jump right into it. "I thought maybe you two should talk about things you have in common." I get blank stares from each. "Like having sex with me...?" I suggest and let my voice trail off. Both boys jolt and look horrified that I have just outed them in a manner of speaking. I hold up my hands before either can speak. "If I didn't trust both of you and know both of your characters I'd never have done something like this, but I think you two are in a very similar place right now and I think having someone to talk to and bounce thoughts off and yes, even explore a little might be really healthy. I'm going to the health club for a couple of hours or so. You guys can talk and compare notes. If you split before I leave, that is cool too." They were still sitting there nervously, not really talking yet when I left, but when I came back from the health club two hours later, Clay's 4Runner was still in the backyard as was Malachi's bike. A quick, quiet stroll down my hall showed that the door of guest bedroom #1 was closed. A quick glance on my iPad at the computer cameras in the room confirm that Malachi and Clay are in there. They are in bed, shirtless, and I am going to assume more than shirtless, talking. My `more than shirtless' theory is confirmed when Clay rolls towards Malachi and props himself up on an elbow. The sheet rise up and I can see Clay's adorable bare bottom before he pulls the sheet back over himself. I'll have to wind back the server disk for this I think. December 20th is the last day of school at Serra Island schools before the Christmas dismissal. I bumped into Matt Flannery, my old Stanford classmate, this morning at Starbucks. As far as I know Matt has no idea I know that we have shared some lovers on the island. He knows I am gay obviously, but officially I know nothing about his sexuality. Instead of the usual, `we ought to get together' sometime routine that we've been doing since he moved to the island I invite him to join Hunter and me at the Serra Island High School `Holiday' (can't say Christmas anymore) Show that night. Happily he agrees to join us and meet us at the high school a little before 7PM. The show is great, as Serra Island has a great music program. The jazz band does some great Charlie Brown's Christmas songs, the orchestra and glee club have their numbers and the show choir, starring Rhett Berkow is amazing. Rhett really does have an amazing amount of talent. After the show all the participants are out front greeting family and friends, getting their accolades. We find Rhett and his family and congratulate Rhett on the evening. "Hunter and I are going down to the Hotel Vic, get some cocoa and watch the skaters, want to join us Rhett?" Yes, ice skating in Southern California at the beach... I know. Every year the Hotel Victoria goes all out on a Victorian Christmas including a skating rink on the beach. Rhett readily agrees. Maybe he thinks I have more in mind for a night cap, which I don't really, but the idea does appeal. "Matt, want to join us?" Matt arches an eyebrow, "yes I think I'd like that." We sit on the wide verandah at Tidewater Restaurant, sipping hot chocolate (I was having Bailey's on the rocks to be honest) and eating some finger foods, watching the skaters. The mood is festive, but mellow at the table as we watch the skaters. Rhett and Matt seem to be hitting it off as I hoped they would. As the rink shut down for the night, the skaters made their way off the ice and I settled up our bill. "Ready to go Rhett? I'll give you a ride back to school." Rhett glances over at Matt before answering, "Matt will give me a ride, I think we are going to stay a little longer. Matt blushes and averts his eyes from mine while I suppress a smirk. Once we were out of earshot Hunter starts giggling. "I may have to call you Yente pretty soon if you don't stop matchmaking for all the boys." "What can I say? I see lonely boys and I want them to be less lonely." "I know," Hunter says leaning in to give me a quick kiss, "it is one reason I love you." Christmas comes and goes quickly. I got a kick over going to my parent's house and watching Christian open presents. I am sure it is the first time he has had this kind of a Christmas before, a loving family, a giant Christmas tree and an over abundance of presents. Felix stayed over Christmas Eve so he was there too and the joy in his eyes at seeing Christian so happy was rewarding too. Christmas was a Wednesday and from there through New Year's Eve my house has been like an unofficial camp headquarters. A lot of the guys I've gotten to know over the last six months have been coming and going during the day and even into the evenings. There have been a couple of pizza nights, except of course for the unfortunate wrestlers who have to watch every morsel that goes into their mouths. I have had a lot of invitations to NYE parties and I have the option of the Hotel Victoria's party, which has a spectacular fireworks display at midnight, but all I really want is a quiet night at home with Hunter. I'd thought of inviting some other couples, but in the end I decided I really just wanted some downtime with Hunter. So midnight on December 31, 2013 found Hunter and me in bathrobes with glasses of Champagne, a lovely Dom Pérignon 1976 that an oenophile friend had recommended, toasting the New Year and the future. We sat on the lanai and watched the fireworks after exchanging a kiss and a toast. The evening was sweet, but I couldn't help feeling a little maudlin and I sensed the same from Hunter. We keep falling deeper and deeper into each other, but college looms large in Hunter's future. He should start getting his acceptance letters soon after the new year starts and from there we will see what happens next. If he chooses Stanford, as I suspect he will if he gets in, part of me wants to buy a condo in Palo Alto and spend time with him, but another part of me wants him to experience all the wonder of a freshman year in college without entanglements. Our lovemaking that night was subdued, but energetic. With the holidays behind us, wrestling turns deadly serious. The December meets and tournaments are a distraction until January hits with the big, `show us what ya got' meets. I have been working with Matt and Drew steadily since just after New Year's Day. They usually come in on Sunday and drag along one or two other Serra Island wrestlers near their weight like Cade, or bring in Zac, Christian and a couple of the other, better middle school wrestlers. I've also contacted some of the better wrestlers near Matt's weight class in Orange County and San Diego and they've jumped at the chance to work with me and get some mat time with Matt. Tristan Kier came down from Rancho Bernardo, Karsen Root from Trabuco Hills, Kai McBride from Temecula Valley and David Kramer from Torrey Pines. I knew these guys from being on trips as a coach with the California Cadet and Junior National teams. They weren't just great wrestlers, but great kids as well. Some wrestlers still had issues with me being gay, these guys were among the group that stood solidly behind me. "Sweet digs coach," Karsen said as he came in the mat room. "Thanks Kar, it is kind of my dream room." After a good stretch and warm up Matt, Drew and the four guest wrestlers went after each other for almost 60 minutes of non-stop combat. I had to step in a few times to remind them this was just drilling and to make sure it stayed focused on improving and didn't get too much into a macho, `I have to win every takedown' thing. We always had an audience for these workouts too. A couple of the parents would show up, Mikey came to watch Christian when he was in the mix and some of the other young wrestlers from Serra Island, but not ones that were ready for this level of competition or intensity, came by too. It was a good education for them. After a day of particularly grueling drills, ones that I was involved with, we were all dripping wet when the workout ended. There were eight of us and only six showers in the downstairs locker rooms. Matt Phillips cleared his voice, "Drew and I can use the upstairs showers." That was mighty generous of Matt, but I couldn't help wondering if he meant he and Drew were going to use separate showers or be good citizens and conserve water by showering together. Tristan, David and Karsen used the `men's' locker room side and Christian, Kai and I went into the `women's' side, although both sides were identical. Kai was in the shower opposite me and Christian was beside him. I was doing my best to ignore Kai in the shower because I didn't want him to be uncomfortable being naked around me. Being cool with me being gay wasn't quite the same as being cool about being naked in front of a gay guy. It might be a lot, even for an open minded 16 year old. It was hard not to look though. Kai was a gorgeous half Scots, half Hawaiian 113 pounder with a smile that lit up any room he was in. "Hey Tim!" Kai yelled, yelled so loud he scared Christian. I smiled, "I'm right here Kai, no need to yell." "Just wanted to get your attention; it is okay to check me out you know, I am totally checking you out." I laugh at that, "I didn't want you to be uncomfortable." "Coach I don't work out as hard as I do to not have people check out my studliness." "You are pretty studly Kai, I'll give that to you." Christian was grinning, amused by our banter. Even though Christian had been wrestling a few years he hadn't been on one of our long trips yet where this kind of banter was pretty common. "And hung coach?" Kai asked as he swiveled his hips, making his cock swing side to side. I had to admit it was pretty nice and I wouldn't mind a closer inspection, but that was something way down the road, if ever. You never knew how much truth lay beneath the banter. What I did was frown, "oh no Kai, I am so sorry; MATT is hung, you are ..." I did that 50-50 thing with my hand. Christian laughed out loud. Kai looked around the shower wall at Christian and grinned. "I think Christian and I can give Matt a run for his money. Hey Christian, how come I've never seen you on a national trip before? You are pretty tough." Christian blushed at the high praise from a highly ranked wrestler, but I was the one who answered. "Christian is a Schoolboy still, he won't be a Cadet until next year." "No shit. That is pretty impressive." We chatted a bit more, dried off and went upstairs. The wrestlers took time at the end of our sessions to be kids too. We usually went swimming, suits on of course because of the adults present, but I know if the parents were ever missing, Matt would initiate a skinny dipping session. The boys had chicken fights and swimming races, but mostly it was just decompressing. I always had food to nibble on too, but high protein, low calorie foods like smoked fish, sliced meats and rotisserie turkey breast. I know the worst part of wrestling is having to watch your weight during the season so I made sure what foods I did have had lots of flavor. Late in January the Five Counties Wrestling Tournament was going to be the first big test for Matt. He had finished 5th in the tournament last year, but even that 5th place finish had fueled his confidence so much he went on to win the sections and then place 4th at State. That confidence had continued through the summer with his wins at the Cadet National Tournament. He was unbeaten so far this season and just destroying people, but his sessions with the other wrestlers like Kai, Karsen and the rest had kept him in check and reminded him that there were still a lot of guys out there who could beat him. He was nervous going into the tournament, which was good, it meant he wouldn't be over confident. Even after breezing through day one of the tournament he had a tough kid from Clovis in the semi-finals and then stood to face Tristan Kier in the finals, if they both got there. Before the semis I couldn't tell if Matt was nervous or just keyed up, but he was pacing like a cat up and back getting ready. I didn't want him burning energy uselessly so I went down to talk to him in the warm area and called him over. "How are you going to approach this guy?" Matt flinches like he hadn't really thought much about it. "Isn't this the guy who beat you at State in the semis last year?" "Yeah, he responded, "I'd really like to get him here and set a tone for the rest of the year," Matt replied. "So what were his strong points last year?" Matt thinks for a moment, "he has a wicked sweep single. He caught me on it three times last year and got two takedowns out of it." "Can you bait him with your weak leg and then drag when he makes his move? He'll probably try to pull you the opposite direction just before he goes for it." Matt nods thoughtfully, "yeah, that is a good idea. I know exactly what he does to set it up. I was too slow last year to recognize it and react to it. I am ready this year." And sure enough, early in the first period with both wrestlers on their feet, the Clovis kid tries the sweep, but Matt had him baited perfectly. The foot that had been there was suddenly gone and the Clovis wrestler found himself on his belly with Matt on top for an easy takedown for Matt. Rather than try to ride, Matt lets him up. Two more attempted sweep single legs later, and successful counters for Matt, the first period ends 6-3. Matt never looked back from there and won the match in a minor upset, 9-5. Karsen won his semi-final too, pinning the kid, but then his opponent hadn't been a state finalist last year either. Matt looked more relaxed for the finals than he had for the semis. When I talked to him before the finals he knew exactly what his game plan was for Karsen. Matt had a quiet confidence for this match, not over confidence, but he thought he knew Karsen's weak spot. And indeed he did, he caught Karsen in a sloppy attempt to throw, put him on his back and stuck him in the first round. That was a good enough performance for Matt to win Outstanding Wrestler at the lower weights and served notice to everyone in the 113 pound weight class that Matt Phillips was the man to beat at State 2014. As well as Matt did, the big surprise of the tournament was Drew. No one knew anything about him, he wasn't even seeded, but wound up placing 3rd; a very nice accomplishment for a 9th grader in the 120 pound class. Enroute to the finals he beat two placers from State the year before and in the 3rd place finals he beat a finalist from State last year. Drew was announcing he was going to be a force to be reckoned with. While wrestling was going on, so was basketball season. Travis Zahl and Jake Henderson were the dynamic duo in the backcourt for the Serra Island Islanders varsity team, who was having a great season as well. They were ranked in the county and second only behind The Bishop's School in Cabrillo Cove in league play. I'd been to a lot of the home games and usually sat with the father's who loved to grumble about everything from the officiating to the playing time their sons were getting. Seamus and Trevor Zahl were sitting a lot because of the great play of the seniors, but I had to admit I saw the dad's points. Next season Trevor and Seamus were going to be the guys the team needed to handle the ball and they needed all the experience they could get. I actually had more fun at the sophomore basketball games. There was less pressure on the kids, the games were in the afternoon, not evening, and not many fans besides family and close friends showed up. Joey Lynch and Malachi were burning up the nets on that level and if the juniors weren't careful, these sophs might try and steal their jobs next year. Because of everyone's schedule with sports, school and just life it had been hard seeing everyone and harder still because a lot of relationships had formed, like Malachi and Clay, where the couples were kind of on the QT. But with the first semester ending and finals over it was a rare Sunday at the end of January where people suddenly had some free time. It was actually Mikey who suggested a get together, but I agreed it was a good idea. I used the NFL conference finals as the ready excuse for the get together. I wouldn't really call it a party, since it was really just doing what we always did, which was hang out and do "whatever". The get together included all the teens from the Mikey Collection, as I called his list of special friends. I considered adding Deputy Chief Budetti to the get together, but I figured he didn't want the exposure. I did invite Tanner and Blake from Cabrillo Cove, Rhett Berkow and Matt Flannery, who were dating now; Randy because he was Travis' boyfriend and Felix because even though he was straight I knew he'd have fun. He was cool with Christian's sexuality and he loved Mikey. I didn't invite the cross country guys like Ian, Cole and Kyle, because even though they had been cool with their teammates like Hunter and Ethan I didn't know how'd they react to the basketball players and guys like Clay. Clay was still skittish on his sexuality so I didn't want to spook him with too many outsiders. I debated inviting Kai based on his flirty behavior, but decided I'd hold until the Spring wrestling season when I'd spend more time with him and get a better feel for how serious the flirting was. And in case you are wondering, before Clay and Malachi became an official item, Clay DID join the Mikey Collection as `Xavier'. I hadn't really been checking Mikey's cloud site that often because he'd been so loyal and steady with Christian, but when I did and saw a new folder, `Xavier', I had a pretty good idea who it was and it turned out I was correct. In the videos Mikey uploaded he had bottomed for Clay and then Clay had bottomed for Christian. I don't know how much else might have gone, but what I did see was smoking hot. Christian nailing Clay (with sound) had become my favorite `jacking off before bed' video. It wasn't just the raw sex, which was hot enough, but the banter and affection that went with it. There were almost days I wished I were 14 again so I could date these guys, especially one out of this three. Mikey was also sure to invite the Serra Middle School contingent to the get together. I really hadn't seen much of them since summer ended. Nolan Kennedy had been dating Joey Lynch ever since they had worked out their issues. Ryan Leavey, the young baseball player who'd rocked my world after church that one morning, came too with Sean Francis, a teammate from the middle school soccer team and it seemed they were an item now too, but that was still very much hush. Even Christian and Mikey played it low key at the middle school because of Christian's wrestling. Even though wrestling had made huge strides since I was a teen, even in 2014 it still had a ways to go. In fact, even though Serra Island was a pretty enlightened place, there still would have been some grief for the gay kids in being too open. Josh Witt, who was now dating Seamus, kept their relationship on the down low too because of Seamus' basketball. So this time was really a chance for the guys to relax, blow off steam and enjoy their time with their boyfriend without a lot of pressure. Rhett was in the living room playing piano and singing with a couple of guys and that left Matt Flannery on the couch with me. "I can't believe these guys Tim. They are only 13 or 14 years younger than us, but they have a whole different world than we grew up in." "And if you talk to older gays and by that I mean guys that much older than us, in their mid to late 40's they had it much worse than we did and then the guys in their 60's, well they really have stories." Matt looked down and looked embarrassed, "I really don't know any older gays. I mean here I am 31 years old, going on 32 and I'm still not sure what my sexuality is. I call myself bi, but more and more I am finding guys more appealing and more and more it is younger guys like Rhett." "It's okay Matt, there is nothing that says you have to decide ever. If you want, I can invite you out with some of my older gay friends. We go out every couple of weeks, grab some beer and shoot the bull. I listen a lot and it is fun hearing stories about the "old days." "It sounds cool," he replies, but continues a little nervously, "do you think any of them would hit on me?" "All of them," I laugh, "they are older, not dead. Why wouldn't they hit on you? You are young, good looking and fit. If you aren't interested you just say so. If things don't work out with Rhett, you might find dating someone older interesting." Matt blushes at the mention of Rhett's name. "I don't know how long this thing with Rhett might last, especially if he goes off to NYC to school, but for now it has been amazing. I never would have thought a young guy could captivate me so much." "Have you met his parents yet?" If Matt was blushing before, he is crimson now. "Yeah, Rhett said if I wanted him to spend the night ever then I needed to meet his parents, otherwise they wouldn't let him. I was crapping bricks when they had me over to dinner, but it turns out they are terrific people and have been dealing with Rhett's sexuality for awhile. They understand he has a much smaller dating pool than a straight kid would and once they finished giving me the third degree, they seemed more relaxed and okay with us dating. He's basically spent the weekends over ever since we met." "I'm glad he found someone, Rhett is a really good guy and I think dating is better than..." I let my voice trail off because I realized that Matt might not be aware of Rhett's activities before they met. "Better than giving blow jobs at the Library you mean," Matt said in a low voice. "Yeah that," I replied with a grin. That day most of the guys just chilled, Jacuzzied, splashed around in the pool, played video games and the like. De Stefano's delivered sandwiches, pizzas and sides and it seemed like one of our summer parties. Most of the couples didn't have hard time finding private time during the week or on weekends, but exceptions were Zac Dickerson and Cade Waterman and Joey and Nolan and for the same reason. Cade and Joey were high school sophomores and Nolan and Zac were 8th graders. Normally 8th graders and 10th graders didn't mix so these couples had a much harder time finding private time. So I wasn't surprised when both couples asked to use one of the guest bedrooms. They asked at separate times so I don't think they had anything planned, but needless to say later that night when I was watching the playback from the web cams, I was surprised when naked Zac and Cade went into the bathroom between guest rooms #4 & #5 and naked Joey and Nolan went in five minutes later and no one came out for 40 minutes. It made me wish I'd had a cam in the shower. Turns out I didn't need one though because the guys posted pics and videos to their cloud drive later that week. All I can say is, a fun time was had by all. End of Chapter Nineteen