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23 Mikey and the Health Club

By Matt Kendrick

My four days in the Bay Area were incredibly productive. Tim had insisted
while I was in the City I stay with him and Marco in their condo in the
Inner Richmond District at 6th and Fulton Street. I made the proper number
of protests, before caving because I knew he really wanted me to stay and I
loved all the great Chinese restaurants in his neighborhood. I also loved
their company. They were what I was hoping for one day, marital bliss.

It also didn't hurt that their home was a veritable way station of the
young gay community of friends that Tim and Marco had. It was like
belonging to an exclusive gay club.

My time with David Bisignani, Tim's brother-in-law, was a blast too. He had
the same swarthy good looks of Marco and all the Bisignani boys, the same
easy going manner and charm. We didn't discuss his former love from when I
first met him, but he did flirt with me shamelessly throughout dinner. One
time when I blushed and pointed out our age difference (31 years old and
19), David just smiled and reminded me that Tim was 30 and Marco 16 when
they started dating. As tempting as David was, I decided that before I went
down that path I'd talk to Marco first and get his opinion.

Tomorrow was Saturday and I had my promised surfing date with Rory at
White's Beach, the naturist beach in Cabrillo Cove, below the
university. The water temp was low so we probably wouldn't be surfing
naked, I'd told Rory to bring his wetsuit, but I figured he'd want some
naked tanning time just because he could.

I spent Friday doing follow ups from the Bay Area trip and doing some more
appointment setting for my NYC and Boston trip next week. I didn't expect
that trip to be as good as the Bay Area trip had been since Silicon Valley
was the hot bed of M&A activity right now, but the east coast trip would
help me set up 2016 and even 2017. It was all about building relationships.

I would have liked Hunter to come over, but he was off at a two day track
meet. Mikey and Christian were gone for the weekend with my parents to
their Big Bear chalet. So what could I do to amuse myself on a Friday
night? I wound up going to De Stefano's and eating there, followed by a
coffee night cap at Starbuck's. I was reading the latest Jo Nesbų novel
in the comfy chairs when someone asked me if the chair next to me was
occupied. I looked up and it was Rhett, the "other Rhett", Rhett Berkow.

"Maybe, who wants to know?"

Rhett just grinned and sat down.

"How have you been Tim?"

"Great Rhett, and you? Any upcoming plays I need to know about?"

"Yeah, that is why you haven't seen me a lot lately. I've been in rehearsal
for Jersey Boys. I did get the lead but it is so hard to learn all the
Frankie Valli moves. It isn't enough to just sing like him, I have to move
like him too because the part is acting too, not just singing."

"Congratulations on getting the lead, all that hard work you did paid off I
guess."

Rhett looked down modestly, "yeah, it never hurts to practice, but I guess
you know that right?"

I assumed he was referring to my wrestling, but you never knew.

"What is a good looking, single guy like you doing tonight?" I asked him.

He sighed, "looks like the same thing you are."

I nodded a knowing grin, "want to go back to my place and watch a musical
on the big screen?"

Rhett raised an eyebrow, "how big?"

I smiled at his double entendre, "big enough, but I am sure nothing you
can't handle."

I had walked to De Stefano's so Rhett drove me back in his car to my
house. When we got into the house I excused myself to go to the bathroom;
when I came back into the Great Room Rhett was settling in on the couch.

"Oh that isn't the big screen. The big screen is downstairs. Did you want
to slip into something more comfortable?"

I lifted my hands to show the terry robes I had picked up in my bedroom.

Rhett smiled and kicked off his shoes followed by peeling his shirt off and
dropping his shorts. I was only mildly surprised when he continued to peel
clothes and dropped his skimpy Andrew Christian briefs. He was absolutely
gorgeous naked; tall, slender, but well defined muscularly. As I handed him
the robe, he leaned in for a kiss.

I draped my robe over the couch while I joined Rhett in a state of
undress. I grabbed a DVD off the shelf next to the Great Room TV; grabbed
one more kiss and then I led him downstairs. Rhett was blown away by the
movie screen in my Movie Room and the giant couch. I loaded the movie in,
which was the Neil Patrick Harris version of Company with Patti LuPone. As
I settled in behind Rhett and cuddled in he asked `do we really need the
robes?'

I smiled and pulled mine off, helped him with his and then grabbed one of
the blankets to cover us. His smooth, warm skin felt wonderful. Rhett knew
some of the songs, but had never seen the full show before. Being someone
who loved musicals, Rhett actually watched the whole show entranced so we
didn't do anything at all really just cuddled.

"I can't spend the night," Rhett said as the final credits rolled. "That
means you only have an hour to make me cum twice."

He was already hard as he rolled in to face me.

"I can do that," I replied accepting the challenge.

Rhett came for the third time in the shower at about the 59th minute.

I would have liked to have Rhett spend the night, but it turned out better
with him having to be home by midnight since I had my surf date with Rory
Slater in the morning.

Rory was waiting outside his house at 7AM the next morning with his board
when I pulled up. We put his 5' Eberly Surfboard in my board rack next to
my 10'6" Infinity gun. He threw his backpack with wetsuit into the back
seat of my 4Runner next to mine. Rory, who had always seemed so supremely
confident to me, was acted downright nervous on the ride to White's
Beach. Was it being naked in public that was making him nervous? Or
something else?

I parked on the bluff above the beach, we threw on our backpacks and put
our boards under our arms for long walk down the dirt trail to the
beach. At the bottom of the hill was the sign that said `Clothing optional
beyond this sign.' I looked over at Rory.

"We don't need to surf here, we can walk down to Scripps."

Rory shook his head, his wavy blonde hair flying back and forth.

"Nope, I've wanted to do this for a couple of years and you are who I want
to do it with."

If Rory had hoped the beach would be deserted at this early hour, he was
disappointed. The true naturists showed up early to claim the best spots
and set-up their shade tents. There was already a bevy of naked kids
running around and some naked adult women standing around while the naked
men set-up the shades. I looked at Rory again. He was trying hard to not
stare, but it was a lot of stimuli for a 7th grader.

We walked past that group and dropped our boards near the volleyball
courts. I shrugged off my backpack, unzipped it and pulled out my towel and
wetsuit. I stood on the towel to take off my board shorts. I was naked,
getting ready to step into my wetsuit when I noticed that Rory hadn't even
taken off his backpack yet.

"You okay?"  Rory smiled shyly, took off his backpack, spread his towel,
took a deep breath and pulled the string on his board shorts before he
dropped them all the way. His cock might have been a little firm, but not
too noticeable. I zipped him up in back and he zipped me up, we grabbed our
boards and headed out into the waves.

It was a fairly nice day with good, ride able waves, nothing more than
overhead, but nothing less than waist high either. We surfed a good two
hours and I think Rory even forgot we were at a nudist beach until we got
back in and back to our towels. The beach was even more crowded now and
especially around the volleyball court. In the two hours that we had been
out in the water the older gay male contingent had arrived. They probably
ranged in age from their early 50's to late 20's. A few heads snapped up
when Rory and I stopped at our towels and put our boards down.

I was worried how Rory was going to feel now, but oddly he seemed much more
relaxed in front of the new audience. He stripped off his wetsuit, laid it
on top of his board and when he stood up he just shook his golden locks to
clear out the wet. His whole body shook too and even though he had
experienced some shrinkage, his cock was still long enough that it flopped
side to side. I just smiled at his performance. He shook some sand out of
this towel, laid it back down and then laid on top of it face down.

"Time for you to put some sunscreen on me so my buns don't burn," a
smirking Rory said as he turned to me.

"I think several guys may orgasm if I do."

"Oh, I hope so," Rory giggled.

I squirted a glob on his back and rubbed it in, squirted globs on each leg,
rubbed it in and finally squirted a dab on each cheek and rubbed them in as
well and doing it all too briefly. I would have loved to have spent 20
minutes rubbing each orb. Rory did the same for me on my back and then we
settled down to sun a little.

A volleyball game started up so we lifted our heads and watched for a
bit. Then another game when the first was done and so on. After maybe an
hour I asked if Rory needed me to reapply some sunscreen on him.

"We could be doing this tanning in your backyard just as easily, with food
nearby too."

"So are you ready to leave?"

"I think so, I've had my first taste of White's Beach and it is enough for
now."

As we stood, pulled our board shorts back on and started to pack up our
backpacks I am sure there were a few disappointed men that Rory and I
didn't join in the volleyball game. I am sure more than a few wanted to see
more of him flopping around.

We walked down the beach back towards the trail when Rory bumped into me
and pointed with his chin straight ahead. There were two guys lying face
down with very nice buns sticking up. The closer we got the more it became
clear that these were probably younger guys. I veered our path towards the
guys and Rory just grinned as we got closer. His grin quickly turned to a
look of horror when I kicked sand onto the butt of the guy closest to me.

"What the hell..." the teen started to say as he pushed off his side, "I
ought to make you clear that sand off with your tongue Gallagher."

"Nice to see you too Tanner... Blake," I said to the two Cabrillo Cove
volleyball players.

Rory's look of horror changed back to a grin again and I introduced the
boys to each other. Since we had our boards under our arms a long
explanation wasn't really needed as to what brought us to the beach today.

"We are going back to my place to sun some more if you guys are
interested."

"We just got here, but maybe in a couple of hours?" Blake said.

"I don't have any plans the rest of the day, I am not sure what Rory's
schedule is, but I'll be home the rest of the day. Drop by any time."

Rory and I talked about his first White's Beach experience on the way back
to my house.

"I was a little nervous at first because there were families there and real
women and everything. I guess I still associate being naked with sex still
so I was more comfortable with all the old gays ogling me. I understand
that. I guess I don't get naturism or nudism or whatever you call it. I am
comfortable with guys but the girls and women kind of freaked me."

"That is pretty normal Rory since you haven't grown up with it. Do you
think you'd go again?"

"Yeah, but not till late summer; I really do want to try surfing completely
naked."

Rory said that with a wicked little grin, but I got it. I was pretty stoked
to try it when I was a middle schooler as well.

We pulled in my back gate and I left the car out so we could get the boards
off easier. We leaned them against the side of the pool house and hosed
them off. Next we pulled our wetsuits out of our backpacks so we could
rinse the saltwater off them. Rory gets the idea to use the shower on the
side of the pool house so he strips off his board shorts and rinses the
saltwater off his wetsuit and himself at the same time. I liked the idea,
so I did the same when he was done.

"Do you have any dry towels?" Rory asked while I was in the outdoor shower.

"Yeah, check in the pool house, there should be a bunch."

I finished rinsing the saltwater off me and my wetsuit and stepped into the
pool house to grab a fresh towel, but Rory, who had come in here I thought
was nowhere to be seen.

"Rory," I called out.

"Up here," was the giggling answer that came from the upstairs bedroom.

I headed up the stairs and into the bedroom and there was Rory, splayed out
on the king bed, looking like a model from a bad porn magazine.

"I thought you wanted to sun some more?"

He giggled again, "you can put sunscreen on me here and take your time this
time."

"Oh can I?" was my response back. "I don't think you are going to get
sunburned in here."

"Well you never know, those UV rays can be so tricky and my poor butt is so
white, it might need an extra coating."

"Or you could just massage them because it felt so good when you rubbed
them earlier," he continued, with a shy grin.

I sighed, "get up off the bedspread, I don't want to get any oil on it."

When Rory got off the bed he was already halfway to a full erection, but
didn't seem embarrassed and made no attempt to hide it. I guess a bit of
the confidence was back.

I removed the bedspread and while Rory lay back down on the bed I went to
one of the night stands and pulled out a bottle of massage oil. As I've
said before, every room in the house has lube, massage oil and condoms in
them; sometimes in multiple locations.

I got along side Rory and squirted a little oil on his lower back and dug
my thumbs in. He moaned in pain and pleasure as my thumbs found the knots
in his soft tissue just where the rib cage ended.

"I was hoping for a little lower," Rory directed.

"We'll get there, just be patient and enjoy."

I massaged that region for a bit and up the spine, erector spinae
muscles. If there is one thing wrestlers know it is how to massage out
kinks, although I was thinking Rory was hoping for a bit of kink. I do move
down to his glutes and squirt a little more oil onto them. His round globes
were so gorgeous and small I could practically grab a handful of each cheek
with one hand, but I used two hands on them, one cheek at a time. I kneaded
them, flattened them out and pushed my palms over them. Rory sighed and
moaned again.

"So nice," he said softly.

I continued to knead his cheeks and moved a bit lower to where his legs met
the cheeks and massaged them too. I massaged them on the inside moving back
up to the cheeks. Rory spread his legs a little and when my fingers
encountered his perineum, it felt like a steel plate meaning that Rory's
member was hard as a concrete pillar.

I drizzled a little oil over his ass again and let it roll down between his
cheeks. When the oil reached Rory's rose I wiped it away with my thumb and
a shudder roiled through his body. He lifted his rear off the bed.

"Enough with the external massage," he said, barely above a whisper,
"massage my insides."

I decided I'd teased him enough. I got in between his legs and without
warning drove my tongue deep in his hole as I pressed his cheeks open. Rory
moaned and moved his butt back to me trying to get all of me in him he
could.

I rimmed him a couple of minutes , reaching under to stretch his balls and
feel his hard cock for the first time. It felt about like I had imagined,
maybe 6" or a bit more, and not too thick, not too thin, but like
everything else about him...  just perfect. Before I fucked him, which I
was jonesing to do, I want to wrap my lips around that perfect cock and
swallow it whole. To that end I rolled Rory to his back and continued to
rim him before I kissed and licked my way up to his cock.

It was already slick with pre-cum and the instant my tongue flicked at
Rory's purple head he moaned and grabbed my head so he could bury his cock
deep into my mouth. I gladly swallowed him and let him pump a couple of
time before I reasserted control and got back to my techniques for pleasure
delivery.

"Don't make me cum. I want to cum with you in me and I want to cum soon."

I agreed with Rory, it was time to move on to the main event. I used the
massage oil to start lubing his hole and opening him up. I started slow and
easy with one probing finger and graduated to two fingers and finally
three.

"Are you ready Rory?"

"You have no idea how ready I am!"

"Do you want to stay here or do you want to start on top?"

"Here, I like this. I want to watch as you disappear inside me."

I nodded, pushed his legs higher and instructed him how to suck my dick
inside him as I lined up my head at his pucker. When he felt the pressure
he did as I had told him and my shaft slipped comfortably inside him. I
continued its path as I pushed it all the way in until my pubes were firmly
planted against his taint. Rory had his head off the bed watching the whole
thing slide in.

"Dude you are almost the same size as the guy who was too big and this
didn't hurt at all."

"I have a lot more experience than Josh."

Rory momentarily forgot the dick in ass, "how did you know it was Josh?"

"Lucky guess, but a logical one. Now are you ready for the rest?"

"Yeah, but start slow."  And slow I did go. I pulled back and slid back
forward slowly, but making sure my tip still got to his prostate. I knew
that he'd want me to speed up pretty soon. Sure enough a minute or of the
slow speed and Rory was begging me to go faster so he could get this new
found pleasure more often.

I kicked up the speed and within three minutes I was at a fast enough pace
that Rory was writhing in pleasure. Five minutes after that I told Rory
he'd better get busy himself because I only had a few minutes of self
control left.

Rory coated himself with the massage oil and started to pull in
earnest. His breathing got ragged and short as the climax built in him. I
watched as he covered his chest with rivers of jizz. I started to unload
into him moments later. I finished and collapsed beside him.

"Do I pass the Goldilocks test?"

Rory didn't answer, but just climbed on top of me, smearing his seed from
his chest to mine as he kissed me passionately.

"That was so far beyond `just right' I didn't know it could be that
good. Maybe I am a natural bottom, because that is all I want to do the
rest of the day, over and over again."

"Sorry bud, but this is a give and take deal and it is my turn to take."

After a proper rest we went at it again, this time with Rory topping me,
and by the time we were done I had Rory completely confused. Now he wasn't
sure if he was a natural top or a natural bottom.

I knew that we might be having house guests if Blake and Tanner showed up
so Rory and I finished up with a 69 before heading to my bathroom to
shower. We were barely out of the shower when Blake called saying they were
about five minutes away and asked me to open the back gate.

Blake pulled his black BMW into the backyard and I closed the gate behind
him. He and Tanner got out dressed in board shorts and tank tops looking
very much like the Cabrillo Cove beach boys they are.

"They might be even hotter dressed," Rory said to me in a low voice.

"Hey Tim, we are kinda grunge. Mind if we shower off?"

"Not at all," I replied, "you guys know where everything is."

Rory kept looking after them at the break in the shutters where they
entered my bedroom as if by shear will he would be able to see through the
walls and see them showering.

"You could just go sneak in and look you know?"

Rory got an evil grin, "think I should?"

"I think you want to and they won't care."

He scrambled off the lounge chair and headed off to my master bath. After
10 minutes I got curious as to what was going on so I went to sneak a
peek. In the shower was Rory, in between Tanner and Blake. Rory was bent
over sucking on Tanner 7 ½" dick while Blake slipped his slim 6" cock in
and out of Rory's white ass. Tanner saw me poked his head out of the
shower.

"We caught the little perv spying on us so he is being punished," he
explained with a grin.

The little perv stopped sucking on Tanner long enough to look over at me
and give me a huge grin before he returned to task at hand. It was a
completely spent and happy Rory Slater that I dropped off that afternoon at
home.

I was hoping for a nice quiet Sunday at home. I went to the 9AM service at
Taylor Memorial Presbyterian Church and all hope for such a quiet Sunday
was shattered when I bumped into Ryan Leavey, who had Daine Taggert in tow,
and I remembered that I told Ryan we would hang out the Sunday after my
Croatian guests left. That was this Sunday. Maybe he'd forget or maybe he
had plans with Daine.

Turns out he did have plans with Daine and I was them.

"Do you want to have breakfast first or go straight to your house," Ryan
whispered as he leaned into me.

I rolled my eyes, why did I expect he'd forget, "my place."

After the service I was drinking coffee and just starting a donut when Ryan
and Daine, dressed alike in board shorts, tank top, with backpacks and
skateboards, gave me the evil eye across the courtyard.

"Impatient are we?"

 Ryan gave me his cute scowl, "we are going to get going. See you in about
ten?"

"Yes, I'll crack open the rear gate now in case you get there first,"
pulling out my iPhone and opening the gate remotely.

I shook a few more hands, went over to my parents to say goodbye and bumped
into Mikey and Christian, dressed properly for church, which for a Serra
Island teen means a collared shirt instead of a tank-top and Sperry
Topsiders instead of flip flops. Mikey wore one of his looks that meant he
was up to something.

"We were thinking of coming over today maybe to swim or something," Mikey
probed.

"That would be great, come over now if you want. I am fixing breakfast."

It didn't look like Mikey was ready for that response, so Christian spoke
up.

"Your parents said they'd take Michael and me to the Hotel Vic for the
brunch today."

"OUR parents Christian," I reminded him.

Christian choked up a little and nodded. "Yes", was all he said.

"We may come over after," Mikey persisted.

"You are welcome anytime, you know that."

And with that I was off to my place and the waiting middle schoolers.

They were already there, laying on lounge chairs, still in their board
shorts, waiting for me when I arrived. I arrived via the partially open
back gate, but as soon as the gate closed behind me Ryan got off the lounge
chair and dropped his board shorts. I saw him saw something to Daine; I
couldn't hear what, but I guessed it was to tell him to do the same because
Daine looked at me a little apprehensively, but lost his board shorts too
before laying back down on the lounge chair.

I had guessed right because as I approached where the boys were sitting
Daine blurted out, "Ryan said I could get comfortable."

But Daine looked anything but comfortable. He had his hands covering his
pubic region so all I could see was a glimpse of his brown pubic hairs and
he wasn't looking at me.

"For gawd's sake Daine move your hands," Ryan commanded.

Daine blushed a deep red, but did move his hands. A fully erected penis
immediately sprang up and back landing on his stomach. I had already seen
his cock in the videos so I knew he was around 5 ½" with decent
thickness, but somehow they always look bigger and nicer in person.

"Something on your mind Daine?" I teased.

The poor boy was nearly purple by this time.

"Before you got here I was describing to Daine a time I got fucked by a guy
sitting on a couch and how hot it was. I think it got him a little worked
up," Ryan explained.

I am sure more than that was said and what Ryan had described was the first
time he and I had sex. Had he suggested to Daine that maybe I'd be willing
to do that with him too? I know Ryan told Daine he was confident that he
could get laid by an older guy before summer. Was that the reason Ryan
brought Daine along today?

Daine was on one of the double wide lounge chairs so I lay down next to
him.

"Is that what happened Daine?" I quizzed him.

Ryan started to answer, but I cut him off.

"I am sure Daine can answer on his own."

"Kinda," Daine answered haltingly, "that and more."

"What more?" I pressed.

"Ugh, it sounds so stupid now..." Daine answered back. "He did describe and
it was hot, way hot, but that was only part of it."

I looked at him and he knew I wanted him to continue.

"And he said if we came over here that we might be able to trick you into
having sex with me. Stupid, hunh?"

Daine said the first sentence so fast it could have been one long word.

"No, not stupid," was my response, "if by that you mean you don't think you
are you cute enough and desirable enough for a guy to want you. You
absolutely are that. But sex is more than a game or just recreation,
especially when it is with someone older... a lot older. With your buds it
may seem like harmless recreation, but sex involves emotions and feelings
too. Maybe not as much to a guy as to a girl, but it still creates an
emotional bond and intimacy that shouldn't be taken lightly. If it ever
gets so recreational that you are not getting that intimacy and emotional
bond then you have lost seventy or eighty percent of the joy of love making
and then it is purely emotionless getting off."

My little speech served to deflate Daine's erection.

"But what if you really like someone and want to share that with them?"

"Ah, a very good question," I assured him, "first you have to know that the
other person feels the same way and isn't using your emotions to take
advantage of you for their own pleasure without regard to your needs. And
then you have to hope that you weren't both fooling yourselves about how
you felt and then you have guilt immediately after and that hinders the
friendship or relationship."

"You really know how to kill a boner Tim," Ryan chipped in.

Daine shot him a dirty look.

"But how do you know until you've experienced it?"

"Another good question Daine; sometimes you don't, sometimes you take the
risk and hope for the best, but it isn't something you should undertake
lightly."

There was silence for a couple of minutes while Daine digested the
information and ruminated over it. He swallowed and blew out a breath of
air before he spoke.

"What if," he began, "what if it is something you've thought about a lot
and what if, even if you didn't think about ALL the risks, you think you
have to just try or die otherwise you'll never ever know?"

It was my turn to ruminate.

"Then I think you should go for it and hope for the best."

I kind of thought Daine was talking about me, but I wasn't sure. I was sure
I wanted anything that was going to happen be because he was sure he wanted
it. That didn't mean I had to agree or acquiesce, I am supposed to have the
better judgment. But when Daine leaned into me, with his soft brown eyes,
and then he closed them as his lips approached mine, I would have been a
cad had I refused him.

His kiss was tender. It wasn't the kiss of the lustful Daine who'd sat
their 5 minutes ago, but the more thoughtful Daine who was looking for
something he hadn't experienced yet, but was ready to. The kiss stayed
tender and sweet for a few moments. I had no idea what Ryan was doing since
my eyes were closed too. I just knew that Daine and I were having a moment.

The longer the kiss went on, the more passion came into it. I knew what I
was feeling because my cock had gone completely hard, but with my eyes
closed I didn't know what reaction Daine was having. My arms were caressing
his back as his chest was pressed into mine, but I didn't check to see if
he was having the same reaction.

I soon knew what Ryan was up to as I felt him unsnap my shorts and unzip
them. When he hooked his thumbs inside my shorts and boxers and started to
pull them down I lifted my hips off the lounge chair without breaking my
kiss with Daine. Daine heard the unzipping and noise of my shorts being
removed. He broke the kiss. When I opened my eyes his eyes were open too
and he had a relaxed smile on his face. Looking down at my erection he
moved to straddle me. I could see his erection was back too. He pressed his
cock into mine and went back to a kiss with me.

Daine has a long, slender torso, he is probably 5'9" and a solid 135
pounds, but he has those narrow shoulders and hips of an adolescent. I
continued to caress his back as we kissed and occasionally slipped my hands
down to fondle his tush. Anytime my hands lingered there Daine moaned a
little and pressed his dick a little harder into me. Soon my hands spent
more time on his cheeks and he moaned and undulated more.

"Tim," he whispered in my ear, "would you make love to me?"

"I thought I was," I whispered back with a smirk.

He whispered even quieter, "I mean fuck me."

"Yeah," I whispered back, "if that is what you want."

"Yes, more than anything right now."

"Okay, let's go to the couch."

I led Daine to the couch, the same one where Ryan and I had had sex for the
first time and sat down. I grabbed the lube out of the table next to me and
directed Daine how to sit on top of me while I lubed myself, and then him
up. I worked to open him up a little, which he fully understood. While I
opened him up, he stroked me and felt me out.

"I know I am ready, can we start?"

I just nodded and pushed my erection, under him and aligned his hole with
it. When Daine felt my head at his entrance he lowered himself slowly onto
it, using gravity to ease himself all the way on it. When he had taken all
7 ½" he whispered, `okay, do it.'

I pulled back and then pushed up, very slowly. I repeated this several
times, maybe a minute or two of this very slow motion before I started to
speed up. As I got faster, kissing became more difficult so Daine leaned
back a little and just let the action move. I looked to see where Ryan
was. He kept moving around Daine and me from behind and on the sides,
filming with his iPhone in one hand and stroking himself with the other.

I applied some lube to Daine's dick and started to stroke him. I probably
didn't need any, he'd been leaking like a 100 year old iron pipe. He
groaned and muttered some unintelligible words. I almost wished I started
out sucking Daine first before this because he had a very nice, very adult
sized dick. But I know what Daine was looking for first and this was it. I
somehow suspected that before the day was over I'd have a chance to get
there anyway.

We were maybe ten minutes into it when I stopped stroking him because I
wanted to concentrate on the penetrations and speed up towards the end. I
put my hands on Daine's bottom and increased the speed of the trusts. Daine
responded by leaning back even more to get the deepest penetration he
could. Rory was right, Daine was a natural born bottom.

I was going to tell Daine to start stroking himself because I was getting
close when without warning his dick started to pulse and then several white
jets of cum flew out covering my chest as he gasped for air like a fish out
of water. That was more than I could handle. My normal control was gone and
started to shoot deep into him, bringing more gasps and another ooze of
white out his cock.

I stopped pumping and Daine lay forward, with his arms around my neck and
placed his head on my shoulder and sighed.

"Happy?" I asked.

"Delirious," he replied. "It was better than I ever imagined it could
be. Thanks."

With that he kissed me again.

We lay like that for a couple of minutes before I heard Ryan coughing; well
not coughing, but that `I want your attention' coughing.

"Yes?"

"My turn," he grinned, "you owe me one."

And indeed I did. I grabbed a towel to clean up Daine and I and we
adjourned to my bedroom. In the next hour I was able to give Ryan the fuck
I owed him, convince Daine to top me, blow both of them and shower before
Mikey and Christian showed up expecting to catch us in flagrante delicto.

Mikey was clearly disappointed and Christian was amused.

"What would you have done if we came over right after church?" Mikey
groused.

"I'd have figured out a way to pace myself and fuck four guys instead or
two."

Mikey looked crestfallen and Christian's eyebrow shot up with a curious
look on his face.

End of Chapter 23