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Go to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html 26 Mikey and the Health Club By Matt Kendrick Sunday July 27, 2014 "Happy Anniversary," he said as he kissed me, handing me a box. I blushed, "Mikey, what's this for?" "It is the one year anniversary of me talking my way into your bed." I laughed and shook my head. It had been a wild last year. Before I met Mikey I had turned into a single focused, nothing but work, shell of a human being. I had stopped playing beach volleyball, even though I loved it and I wasn't surfing. I wasn't involved in wrestling; which had been my life from age 9 to about 25, other than a token weekend here or there. I wasn't dating, heck I wasn't even getting laid. The only travel I did was work related. My entire life was get up, get on my iPhone or iBook, make calls to clients and potential clients and workout. And I wasn't even really working out to stay in shape in general; no I was staying in shape to impress clients and potential clients. I was locked on a treadmill like a damned hamster and I didn't even realize it. It took Mikey jerking me out of my routine that... okay, right, poor choice of words, even if appropriate. It took Mikey disrupting my routine to make me see I was missing things right in front of me. I don't quite mean me missing all the sexual signals he threw at me. No, I'd have missed those any way considering I didn't think 12 year olds knew about sex. Of course I should have realized 12 year olds knew about sex because I sure did when I was 12, but when you hit adulthood you forget what it was like at that age. Even if you do think about it, you remember when YOU were 12. I was 12 in 1995. In 1995 there were maybe twenty five million people using the Internet. I just read that by 2016 there would be over three billion Internet users. THREE billion. The Internet wasn't anything when I was born, Mikey and his friends have never known a world without it. Point being that not only had I forgotten I knew what sex was at 12 years old, I hadn't thought about how much more access Mikey and his friends had to information and that is information on EVERYTHING, good and bad. And how much more access they had to communications. When I was in middle school whispering to a neighbor was about as far as you could communicate. Now not only could you kik or text a friend six classrooms away, you could have a video chat with someone in Moscow as long as you kept your Smartphone out of the teacher's sight. So yeah, I would have missed Mikey's signals in any case because I tuned out kids the way many adults did, but it was Mikey who awoke me to the fact that I was missing signals from guys my age and older too. I'd become a turtle or a race horse with blinders on. Nothing mattered but the job and anything else was a distraction and my mindset was that distractions were bad. It was Mikey who brought be back to the reality that distractions are what we call "life". I unwrapped the box and pulled out a coffee mug, `World's Greatest Dad' it said on it. "Don't you mean `World's Greatest Daddy' ", I joked. Mikey shook his head and didn't smile. "No, I said `Dad' and I mean `Dad'. When I first set my sights on you it was because you had a hot body and I knew you were gay. I thought I'd get you to have sex with me and after that had happened you'd blow me off like the other older guys I'd been with. But you didn't do that, you actually cared about me. I had a hard time getting you to do anything at all because you cared about me. Since then you've been a second Dad to me and not just me, but a lot of guys. There are a lot of things we can't share with our real fathers, but we all know we can come to you and get an honest answer." I choked up and was struggling to keep from squirting tears. "I don't know what to say, if I ever wind up having kids Mikey I'd be happy if they were half as smart as you and half as caring. You are a really amazing guy." "You could say you are taking Chris and me to Hawaii next month for my 14th birthday present," he grinned slyly. "Your birthday isn't until October," I remind him. "True, but if we went in October we couldn't go for as long and it would interfere with the great 14th birthday party you are throwing for me here." Heck, at this point I'd be happy if future kids of mine turned out one fourth as smart as him. He was a skilled negotiator and one of the most skilled closers I'd ever seen. I decided I better make all my money now before Mikey enters the business world and steals all my clients. "Do you think your parents would let you go to Hawaii for three weeks with me?" I knew I had him here. No way would his parents allow him to fly off 3,000 miles away with an adult man. "They'll be fine with it if your parents and Chris are going." Wow, he was thinking two moves ahead of me. "Okay, I'll ask my parents if they'd like to join me in Hawaii." "Your Mom thinks it's a great idea. She wants to celebrate Chris's official adoption." So maybe he is three moves ahead of me. August 21 was the final date in front of the judge. That the judge was going to grant my parent's adoption of Christian was a foregone conclusion, but we still had to follow the correct procedures. "I'll check with my Mom, but it sounds like a done deal. Anything I need to know about your blowout 14th birthday bash here? Is the catering arranged already?" I teased him. "No, you can handle the catering... but oh, you do need to hire different lifeguards this year, Clay and Miles are going to be guests this time." I raise an eyebrow at the mention of Miles name. "Oh please," Mikey guffaws, "this island is tiny. Everyone knows Matt F and Miles have been playing `pickle pickle, whose got the pickle' and more often than not it is Miles who is getting the pickle." I breathed a sigh of relief. Mikey wasn't going to take over all my clients in business after all. Mikey was going to be the Director of the CIA because this kid had more sources of information and moles than any intelligence agency. I shook my head at my ignorance in once again underestimating Mikey. "Duly noted, but I don't think we'll need lifeguards this year. Everyone is older and we probably won't need the same pool games that Clay and Miles organized last year. Where is your better half?" "He'll be over in a few minutes." There was something about Mikey's sly, knowing grin that made me suspicious. The back driveway gate started opening a few minutes later and I assumed it was Christian. I'd given him a remote to the back gate along with house keys to my house so he could use it whenever he wanted, especially if I was travelling. It was indeed him and he rode his bike on to the lanai and laid his bike down to join Mikey and I on the couch. The same look I'd seen in Mikey's face a few moments ago was back and now Christian was looking odd too. I wasn't sure what was going on. "Okay you two, what is up? Spill the beans." Christian sighed and searched for the words to say. "Just say what is on your mind Christian. You know there is nothing you can't talk to me about. So what is going on? "One month from today you and I will be brothers for real." "I know. I am looking forward to it. You'll be the best little brother ever," I said with genuine enthusiasm. That made Christian grin, but then the grin faded a little, "don't be mad at me." "You know I could never be mad at you, now tell me what is going on." "I really want you to make love to me and I am afraid you won't after the adoption so this might be my only chance." Christian looked like he was ready to react in case I reached out to slap him upside of the side of the head. Instead I just gave a little smile. "I don't think that is a good idea Christian. I already think of you as my little brother." "So you are saying that if you had a brother who was gay the two of you would never have hooked up?" That came from Mikey, who was apparently acting as Christian's lawyer for this. Christian was silent, but looked for the answer. I opened my mouth to deny any such possibility, but nothing came out. I tried a second time, but still no sound. "Cat got your tongue?" Mikey pressed me. "I... I can't honestly say," was the best I could come up with. "Which means the answer is yes, you would have; otherwise you would have just said no." The truth was I didn't know what I might have hypothetically done with a hypothetical gay brother, but I did know I'd been turned on as hell the first time I saw Christian naked and he had been the star in several of my jack-off sessions. I also had some guilt feelings at the conclusion of those sessions, but that didn't stop me from pulling up videos off Mikey's Mail.ru cloud drive of him and Christian and their friends the next time. The hesitation gave Christian an opening to appeal to me without his mouthpiece. "It's not like we've never seen each other naked and hard; it's not like I'm a blushing virgin, you know the men I was with in Empire Beach and it's not like I've never seen you in action with guys my age. This might be my only chance ever to have you make love to me Tim and I really want you to." Christian's voice was low and soft, but insistent. "Wait," I said as a thought struck me, "when did you see me in action?" "I know the password to Mike's cloud drive so I've seen the videos and pictures." I looked at Mikey and before I could ask the question he stopped me. "Chris is the only one who knows my password. None of the other guys do and I keep all of the stuff of you in a separate, hidden folder now. I even put a new person in the "Mike" slot so no one would ask why the `M' guy was missing." Mikey had thought out the angles on maintaining my privacy and the thin veneer of deniability I had. I don't know if any of the guys I'd been within the last year compared notes, but I assumed some of them did and even if they didn't, they probably did some assuming on their own. "Well?" Christian asked expectantly, breaking my thoughts. There were so many reasons I had to say no to Christian and pretty much no reasons to say yes. "Yeah, okay." So why was that my reply? Because logic and morals be damned, I really wanted to, I knew Christian really wanted to and I sincerely believed that it wasn't going to affect Christian adversely. "Really?" Christian seemed surprised I gave up so easily. "Yes really. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about it and done more than just thought. I think we should go into the bedroom. Are you sticking around?" I directed the last question to Mikey. "Of course, who else would hold the camera?" I was going to protest, but I knew Mikey would wear me down and get his way eventually and at this point, if any of the videos or pictures leaked out, I was as good as cooked anyway so one more wasn't going to matter. I led the pair into my bedroom, removing my clothes as I went. As a testament to how much I really wanted this I was pretty much fully hard by the time my boxers were kicked off. I paused at the edge of my bed and not surprisingly both Christian and Mikey were already naked and mostly hard. Christian stepped into me and tilted his head. I knew he wanted to be kissed. A year ago he was 5'6", around 120 with a very respectable 6 ½" cock that was decently thick for a kid going into the 8th grade. Now he was nearly as tall as me, meaning he had to be at least 5'11", his weight was around 135 and not only was his cock as long as mine now, right around 7", but as thick too. He was only going to be a freshman in high school in a few weeks and already fully man-sized. As my lips touched Christian's, he slowly parted them, waiting for me to make the move with my tongue, which I did slowly. This was no wild passion, but a sweet, gentle meeting. Not quite as gentle was his billy club of a cock grinding slowly into me. I broke the kiss to open the nightstand and pull out supplies and then pulled Christian onto the bed with me. Mikey already had his iPhone going. I put down the bottles of lube and golf towels on the bed and when Christian lay on his back next to me with his legs apart, I got in the middle of them and bent down to make out some more. While we kissed I slowly undulated into him, my dick pushing up and down next to his. I could feel his foreskin moving against me as I rocked. Now was the time to fulfill those many fantasies I'd had about him already so after a few minutes I broke the kiss and sat back on my haunches. I took a good long look at Christian's dick. I took it in my hand and pulled the foreskin down all the way exposing his purple head fully. It was already shiny with pre-cum. I spread that natural lubricant with my palm earning a moan out of Christian. Next I lifted the erection away from his body to really look at his erection close up for the first time. There was a very slight upward curve to his cock, but other than that it was ramrod straight. The sparse patch of black pubic hairs from last year had been replaced by a thicker mat. I ran my fingers gently through them. I don't know why pubic hair has always so fascinated me, but it just does. I rocked up off my haunches and placed my cock in Christian's black patch moving it forward and back through his downy softness, slowing jacking his cock while I did. Christian sucked some air in through clinched teeth and lifted his hips off the bed in pleasure. He let me have my fun for a bit before tipping me off him and rolling on top of me. Once I was on my back he wasted no time in sliding down to take me in his mouth. As the warmth of Christian's mouth surrounded my dick and the bobbing stimulated me, I felt way too close to an orgasm. I had wanted this for so long I knew my body wanting the relief as soon as possible, but the remaining brain parts that were working wanted it to last. I started working complex math problems in my head to distract myself. Christian went on for three or four minutes. Normally I would have pulled him around to 69, but I decided on another plan of action. I let my attention return to him and the wonderful feelings of what he was doing, both physically and emotionally. "Soon Christian," I told him softly. He didn't change his pace or technique, he just kept up what he was doing and soon I was gushing what had to be gallons into his gullet. He removed his mouth once to check if I was spent and then licked the remnant that oozed out. He looked up at me, flashed his brilliant smile with the dimples. "Thanks," he said simply, quietly. Now it was my turn... or maybe his? Not sure the protocol on that, but I pulled him up towards me and moved him to his back while I moved my head into his crotch. I got a great look at his dick now as my face was just inches from it. I pushed his foreskin all the way up and over the head and then pulled it all the way down. That was when I made my move to it. I didn't swallow Christian whole, at least not at first. I kept the head unsheathed and with my mouth and tongue worked the top two inches that are the most sensitive parts of an uncut cock. "Dios mio," Christian muttered as he squirmed underneath the assault. Once I had him worked in a lather I started bobbing on the top four or five inches, occasionally sliding down the whole way to take all seven inches. By now Christian was moaning and squirming so much I had to hold his hips in place so I could finish the job without him making me lose my rhythm by having his dick come out of my mouth. He thrust his hips up several times driving his dick as deep as he could. "Oh Tim, oh Tim," I heard him say before I felt his cock pulsing and ejaculating streams of hot, salty cum into my throat and mouth. I kept up the bobbing and licking on the top two inches well after he was spent. The sensitive area was even more sensitive now and I kept it up as long as Christian allowed me until it got to be just too much. "Holy mierda Tim," Christian gasped as I ended my actions, "you have to teach all that to Mike." I smiled. It was nice to know the old master still had a few tricks left to impress the youngsters. "I will later," I smiled and hesitated before I continued, "with your permission." Christian giggled at the implication and Mikey said `yes!' under his breath, but loud enough for me to hear. "While you are hard Tim, I want you to make love to me now." I hadn't even realized it, but I was stiff as an over starched shirt. Giving Christian that blow job ticked off one of my three major fantasies I'd had about him; making love would tick off one more. "Any special position you'd like Christian?" "I want to be on my back, I want to see it while it is happening." "Hello," Mikey interrupted, holding up the iPhone, "recording for posterity here. You can see the whole thing anytime you want." "Okay then, I want to finish on my back, you can start any place you like my brother if there is something special you'd like." As a matter of fact there was. In my fantasies about fuc... making love, to Christian they always started with him on all fours and me entering from behind. "I do, but let me start here." And with that I lifted Christian's legs high exposing his pucker to me. It was very pink and clean looking, not too wrinkly and the skin around it was very smooth, there were no hairs around the entrance yet. I licked around the edges and on top of the pucker without going in yet. That drove Christian wild and when I entered him with my tongue he went even wilder. My tongue flicked around the hole and then drove down into it, backed out and repeated. I don't know how many times I did this before Christian spoke. "For gawd's sake Tim fuck me now." I still intended to make love to Christian, but it would be through a good fucking. "Okay, get on all fours then." Christian quickly obeyed and I smeared some of the cooling lube on his hole and my fingers and started to open him up while I also explored his prostate. I hissed at Mikey, nodded and looked downward at my cock. Mikey got the message and without missing a beat or stopping of his recording of the event smeared lube on my hard cock for me so I don't need to interrupt my preparations. Mikey got me lubed up with a few more good tugs just for the fun of it. "Ready Christian?" I ask. "I've been ready for a year Tim," was the giggled reply. I looked down at the gorgeous butt in front of me. This was exactly like it was in my fantasies; those perfectly rounded orbs with a slightly lighter shade than the golden skin of Christian above the waist; the narrow torso that flared at the hips and the eagerly awaiting opening. I placed my head on the pink pucker that I'd been working on the past few minutes and as soon as Christian felt it he backed his hips up a little, driving my cock into him deeply. Now I moaned as the tight tunnel accepted me. I pushed forward a little too. When I couldn't see any part of my shaft I knew I was in all the way. I took hold of Christian at the hips and started a steady in and out rocking. I didn't pull too far back at the first couple of minutes; just short two to three inch retractions before sliding it back in all the way. Even these short thrusts were doing the job though as Christian moaned and acknowledged that I was hitting all the right spots. Eight minutes in and now I was pulling out to four and five inches before driving back in. I decided it would be a good time to switch it up and bring it home. Without pulling out I maneuvered to Christian to his back. I started back at square one. I was doing short, gentle pull backs at about half the pace I had been out at the end of him on his knees. I lifted his legs a little higher and moved the knees down so I could lean in to kiss him. Even though I kept up the thrustings, all I really noticed was the kissing. Christian's tongue and mine danced together and wrestled; our lips engaged over and again. I don't know how long we did this, but my body told me the end was coming nearer so I broke off the kiss and concentrated on the penetrations. I was pulling out to at least six inches before plunging back in and ending the thrust with a loud thwack as balls slapped and Christian's cheeks flattened. Christian had to sense the end was near too because he had started to jack himself furiously. I knew I was building to the crescendo. I leaned down once more. Christian and I were deeply kissing as he moaned into my mouth as his ejaculate exploded forth, hitting me in the chest and still deeply kissing when I groaned into his and fired bullet after bullet of semen into him. We continued to kiss as I slipped out and rolled over next to him. "Oh fuck," we heard. We'd completely forgotten Mikey who was now on his knees at Christian's side and shooting hot cum onto the both of us. "That was so intense," Mikey gasped, "I haven't cum that insanely from jacking in months. Don't go getting any ideas `bout stealing my boyfriend Gallagher." I smiled, I knew Mikey was kidding, but I reassured him anyway. "No, I think my little brother loves you too much for that to happen and after he has finished making love to me he and I have to move on because of our new, official relationship." Christian sat up quickly. "You mean we aren't done? I get to fuck you now?" "Make love," I corrected him. "Oh no querido hermano, I am going to fuck you good," he grinned wickedly. "Well," I corrected him again. "Oh no," he replied, "when I am done, you will agree that good was accomplished." Oddly enough, I believed him. "Do you have a favorite position," I asked. "I do my best work standing up," was Christian's comeback. With that he slid me to the edge of the bed while he stood on the floor. Christian did all the necessary prep work before entering me. Once he got comfortable in the right position he took off with his pumping action in and out of me. I wouldn't say it was rough, but he was slamming it home in me and hitting the right spot every time. He was right, he did do his best work on his feet. It was hard to believe a 135 lb'er could have such power in his hips and that a 15 year old to be could be so good, but then I remembered that before Mikey, Christian had been playing with the men from Empire Beach for over eighteen months and since we'd met not only were he and Mikey `practicing' all the time, but that Christian had been with a lot of the guys from Serra Island too. Whatever the reason, I was the beneficiary of the experience. At the speed Christian was going I knew he couldn't last too long, so I started a slow wank that I could quickly escalate if he gave me a heads up. About seven minutes in he gave me the `two minute warning'. I tried to gage by his breathing and expressions how close he was because I really wanted to nut as close to his climax as I could. When he started muttering to himself I knew he was close so I really upped my jerking and wound up spurting an instant before he did. "Oh Tim, I think you really have a future as a bottom," Christian said with a tired, but happy grin. "Yeah, in about 30 more minutes I'd say," Mikey chipped in. I looked at him quizzically. "Hey first anniversary of the first time I ever bottomed. You didn't think this day was over did you? First you are going to blow me, show those techniques that worked so well on Christian, then you are going to plow me like a turnip patch and I get to end by pounding you like two penny nail." I rolled my eyes at the pending agenda, but my cock that had just shot was already giving every indication of being ready for a reload. "Let's go for a dip in the pool first and cool off and clean up a little." There was no objection from the boys so we left my room through the sliding doors that connected my bedroom to the lanai and pool area. After about ten minutes Mikey was antsy and ready to get back to business. Grabbing towels out of the cabinet on the patio we dried off and returned to my bed. As Mikey lay down he was already fully hard in anticipation of his pending blow job. I thought briefly about that day one year ago when I couldn't believe this 12 year old was naked in my pool and feeling me out. One year ago Mikey might have been 100 pounds, but he was only 4'11" and his dick a slender 4 ½". Over the last year he had shot up like a weed. He was at least 5'6" now, a solid 120 pounds and his cock had lengthened to over 5 ¼" I'd guess, maybe just under 5 ½", it was thicker too. I was suddenly looking forward to getting reacquainted with his cock. "I'll show you the technique," I said to Mikey as I gripped his cock with my left hand, "but it won't have the same feeling to you that it does to Christian. Because he is uncut, this area is more sensitive, which is a good thing about an uncut cock. The bad thing about an uncut cock is that because it is more sensitive, uncut guys tend to cum faster, which doesn't always make partners happy." Mikey pulled his head up off the bed, "just quit flapping your gums and suck me already." I smiled and obeyed. His cock tasted of chlorine from our swim, which was a good thing because I love the taste of chlorine. I also made a mental note that that meant his boy rose was going to taste of chlorine too and that really charged me up. After a decent amount of time sucking, licking and stroking Mikey's dick and explaining how to make it work on Christian I lifted his legs and immediately sought his opening. I licked, probed and otherwise pleasured his hole and then grabbed some lube to go ahead and fuck him. Because Christian and I are pretty much the same size at this point it didn't take long to loosen up Mikey enough to enter him. A year ago I was hesitant and worried about this boy beneath me, now I wasn't hesitant at all and no longer worried either. Over the last year he'd shown to me what a self aware, self confident, self assured young man he was. This session was pure pleasure for the both of us. After a raucous thirty minutes where we changed positions four times I finally climaxed with a very small amount of cum. I knew when he fucked me, I'd be shooting blanks, or close to it at the end and that is just what happened. Mikey drilled me good, I was jealous that Christian was getting this several times a week. Then we showered, dried off and drifted off into a blissful nap, cuddled up in my bed. "We should do this more often," Mikey said sleepily as he emerged from our nap ninety minutes later. I wasn't sure which part he was referring to and didn't ask. I was afraid if he asked for a repeat of the sex with him and Christian, I'd agree. "I know my birthday isn't until October, but I think we need a party before that. François is coming to visit you in the middle two weeks of August, Niko and Mislav will be back from Croatia by then, it is after all the national tournaments like wrestling, water polo, volleyball and lacrosse and the fall sports won't have started yet," Mikey proposed. "You mean like a pizza party?" I replied through the fog of waking up. "Pffft," he replied, "no pizza is for little kids. I mean a dinner party. We'll all wear coats and ties, get a professional chef to cook and have waiters and everything." I was going to object, but for the life of me I couldn't think of a single thing to object to and it sounded like lots of fun. "Do you think any of the guys will object to getting dressed up?" "Naw, they might object if they had to dress up for church or a school thing, but this will be our thing. It can be like a date night!" Mikey was getting more excited as he talked about it. "If we do it in the third week of August, August 22 is a Friday, and that is the day after when Christian's adoption becomes final and official." "Perfect!" Mikey practically shouted, "we can celebrate it with the guys!" "That isn't very far out and don't forget I am going to Fargo for the Cadet and Junior Nationals Tuesday." I wasn't objecting, but there were some logistical details to work out. "Tomorrow we can meet with the caterer from the Hotel Victoria. They do a lot of offsite events. Just give the okay for the caterer to work with Christian and me and we'll set up everything." It couldn't hurt to talk to the caterer and I trusted the judgment of Christian & Mikey. Christian had the common sense and Mikey had the imagination. They'd make a good team. Monday I called one of my contacts at the Hotel and had them send over a rep from the catering department. I told my contact what I was looking for and I needed someone with a lot of discretion. That afternoon at 3PM Rolf showed up to meet with me and I had Mikey and Christian there with me. "Let's go back to my office," I said after introductions had been made. I wanted to sit behind my desk and establish I was in charge so that when I handed off to Christian and Mikey there wouldn't be a lot of push back. Sizing up Rolf I didn't anticipate any problems. He was very blonde, with bright blue eyes, slender and my gaydar was in full overdrive, but then I also detected a slight accent that I couldn't place. He could be just European. It is so hard to distinguish between gay males and European males sometimes. "Rolf, there is a slight accent, but I can't place it, your English is too good." He smiled, "I am Swiss and I come from a long line of hoteliers in the Zurich Canton. We had to speak so many languages it isn't that I don't have an accent, but I have so many they all cancel out." I smiled at his modest joke, my guess was it was because he had a very high level of education over many countries, but I didn't pursue it now. I laid out what I wanted, a formal dinner for maybe up to forty people, mostly high school students and I needed it in about four weeks time. "That should not be a problem at all, August is our slowest month for business functions and conferences; our catering staff is anxious for the work. Can you show me the kitchen and where you'd like to hold the dinner?" I took Rolf and the boys through to the kitchen, which while it is bigger than most wasn't going to be big enough to prepare forty meals, with salads, entrees, appetizers and desserts. "This will not be a problem either," Rolf assured me, "depending on the menu, we are so close to the hotel that we could cook everything at the hotel kitchens if needed. Do you have an idea of what you would like on the menu?" "I don't really," I answered, "and I am leaving tomorrow for a week, but you can work with Christian and Michael on the menu and details. They will have full authority to make decisions on anything." "It will be my pleasure to work with the young gentlemen." Rolf said smoothly, "Did you have a budget?" "No, not really, but this is a special occasion so it isn't a big concern for me. My rough thoughts on the food are that most of these boys will be Serra Island kids so they have fairly refined palates. If we have sushi for an appetizer or a truffled cheese and lobster macaroni as a side it won't throw anyone for a loop. I don't think we need to go as far as foie gras, but I am looking for sophistication and formal. As I said it is a special occasion." "What is the occasion," Rolf enquires, "perhaps we can incorporate some dishes for the occasion." "My parents are adopting Christian on the Thursday before the dinner, so he will be my new little brother." I couldn't help but smile broadly as I said it and Christian beamed and blushed at the attention. "Oh, of course," exclaimed Rolf, "you are Felix's little brother! He was one of our best waiters. We miss him at the hotel." Christian nodded, "yes, I am very blessed that I will soon have two big brothers and a new family." We discussed a few more details, but I was comfortable that Rolf would work well with the boys and we ended with me putting a large deposit for the dinner on one of my credit cards. The deposit was double what Rolf had requested because I wanted to emphasize the point that money wasn't a concern with this event. Three days later I was in the FargoDome at North Dakota State University helping coach the California wrestlers, which included Matt Phillips and Drew Nguyen. Drew had already placed in the Cadet Greco-Roman tournament an hour ago, placing 7th, which made him an All American and now Matt was in the finals of the Cadet Greco-Roman tournament. My hip buzzed meaning I had a phone call or text coming in. "Party planning going well" was the caption in the picture. It was a selfie of Mikey standing on my lanai with Rolf and Christian on adjoining lounge chairs in the background. Both had on very, very skimpy Speedos and neither seemed aware Mikey was snapping a selfie. I sighed to myself; maybe Mikey was negotiating a discount for me. Matt crushed his opponent from Pennsylvania in the finals 9-1 to win his first national championship. If the wrestlers in CA weren't already intimidated enough by him, they would be now. I'd told Matt and Drew about the party at breakfast in the dining hall our first day and they were actually really excited about it, even the dressing up part. They had texted their boyfriends, Ethan in Drew's case and Trevor in Matt's and they were stoked about it too. That reminded me to tell Mikey to be sure and invite everyone we had talked about and I had to call Hunter and make sure he saved the date to be my date. The next day and for the two days after that the Cadet Freestyle tournament raged on. Drew didn't do quite as well as he lost in the quarter finals and didn't place, but he was only a first year cadet and six out of the eight All Americans were second year cadets, so they would move up to Juniors nest year. Matt won his second national title, making him one of only four double champions in both the Cadet and Junior tournaments. After he won that second title I saw university coaches from Minnesota, Penn State, Ohio State, Iowa and Oklahoma State talking to him. I figured that before the week was out almost every Division I program would be talking to him. By the time I got home from Fargo the dinner party was all set. Thirty-four of the forty guests Mikey had invited were available and were coming. I hadn't seen the list yet, but I had a rough idea of who he was inviting. The menu was set too. I got a look at what the plans were and I was very impressed with the job Mikey and Christian had done in getting the menu set and the arrangements. I did make a mental note to go check Mikey's cloud drive to see if Rolf had joined the Mikey Collection. A week after I got home from Fargo, François arrived from Paris, via New York, to spend a couple of weeks with me and see what California was all about. I had a few trepidations on the sleeping arrangements since Hunter and I had been pretty exclusive this summer, other than my experience with Christian and Mikey. Hunter knew all about François and New York. "François is more than welcome to join us in bed," Hunter smirked when we talked about it. François likewise knew I was dating Hunter and we had even talked about Hunter and my ambivalence when we met in New York, but the topic of sleeping arrangements had never come up. It turns out I needn't have worried. We had a small informal gathering for François the day he arrived and as the event broke up for the evening François approached me. "Tim, I know and `unter are very much a couple now and I've `ad an offer I cannot refuse." Damn it was sexy when he dropped his "h's". I looked over François' shoulder at Mikey and Christian grinning like village idiots so I was pretty sure I knew who had made the offer and what the offer was. I'd have to make sure the web cams were turned on in the room Mikey and Christian shared when they were in my house so I didn't miss anything. And I didn't. When I reviewed the video later I didn't know what was hotter and who had the most fun, François getting drilled by Christian's big cock or Mikey taking François' giant French baguette. It was probably a draw since both made me spurt huge loads as I watched them. François did join Hunter and me a couple of nights though. The first night was a two hour cum fest that still remains a blur (thank goodness for recording devices so I could see it again and again as a reminder). The second time started out the same way and I was spent and beat so I bowed out and went to sleep in a guest bedroom. The video showed François and Hunter going at it for another ninety minutes after I left. Oh to have that youthful energy and reloading ability again. For the most part it was a very quiet week those first few days with François. On the weekend I showed him some of the sights of the area and during the week Mikey and Christian showed him the sights, the teen sights, of Serra Island. With François, he was such a European sophisticate and already a world traveler with renown in his field, it was easy to forget he was still just a 15 year old boy, not much older than Christian or Mikey. I think he really enjoyed his time dressed down in beach wear though and I even saw him sketching up designs for a beach wear collection. I was a little startled at the start of the second week of François' stay. The doorbell rang about 11:30AM one day and when I looked at the webcam of the front porch, Acting Police Chief Tony Budetti was on my doorstep. My stomach did a flip flop. I knew I had dodged any consequences for a long time over my activities over the last year. I wondered if this was an official visit. I decided I'd better answer the door in person rather than just invite him in over the speaker. "Chief Budetti," I greeted him in the calmest voice I could manage. "Good morning Tim," he responded with a slight grin on his face, "I am here to pick up François for lunch." I guess I must have looked surprised, because he continued on to explain. "Michael introduced François and me online a few months ago, right after he and Christian met François online. He thought we might hit it off and well, we kind of have." I grinned to myself and invited him in. François, Mikey and Christian were down in the movie theater playing video games. They loved the earsplitting speakers and giant screen that made it seem like you were creating your own movies. To that end I had installed a device that would blink the lights in the room when I wanted to talk to them. Three minutes later the trio came out of my bedroom, meaning they'd used the back stairs from the subterranean level that went through my bedroom. François didn't look like a Paris fashion plate today; he looked like a Serra Island beach teen, dressed in shorts, a Hawaiian print shirt and Topsiders. "An-tone-ee," he gushed, "so `appy to meet you in person finally." With that François kissed Tony on each cheek causing his cheeks to flame. When Mikey and Christian both kissed him on each cheek as well I was afraid Tony would stroke out. He didn't and recovered quickly. "I thought we'd go up the coast to Cabrillo Cove and have lunch at George's at the Cove," Tony said to me, or François, I am not really sure which. I thought it was a good idea. I am pretty sure the acting chief wasn't anxious to be seen dining in Serra Island with a 15 year old that was pretty flamboyant. "An-tone-ee `as told me we may do some sightseeing after lunch Tim-o-thee so do not expect me for dinner tonight," François said as they were leaving. Translation? Acting Chief Tony and I are going to pull out our oversized penises and compare and then suck and fuck each other's brains out for several hours. I wondered if they were even going to make it to lunch. I must have been grinning too much because Tony went all red in the face again. Thursday found us at the Family Court room of Judge Patricia Raines. Today was the day Christian Ortega was going to officially become my little brother. He was there, looking very handsome in a new suit as was Mikey, also in a very nice looking suit. My parents were there of course and me; Felix was there with his new girlfriend, a knock out blonde from Minnesota named Lina Nilsson and Julie Rodgers, my old high school friend who was Christian's case worker. I was a little surprised to see Mikey's parents, Lloyd and Beverly Loftus, there. I hadn't spoken to them much and Mikey didn't talk about them often, but they had to be aware of Christian and Mikey's relationship. I took their presence as some sort of approval. The proceedings went very quickly since no one was contesting the adoption and because the power of the state, as represented by Julie, was solidly behind it. The gavel ending the hearing had just sounded when all the water works started. My mother was crying, Mrs. Loftus was crying, Christian was crying, I think I may have ever squirted a few. Thank goodness my father cleared his throat or we might have been there all day. "I have a table for twelve reserved at Donovan's Steakhouse so we can continue the celebration there," he said once he had everyone's attention. So everybody who had been at the hearing adjourned to Donovan's and Julie's husband met us there. We were in the private dining room at Donovan's so it was easy to talk to everyone without having to compete over the noise of the dining room. I got a chance to talk to the Loftus', which was weird, talking to the parents of a boy you've plowed, but they were very comfortable with Mikey's sexual orientation and just mad about Christian. Overall the evening was quite a success and a great end to a momentous day, but I was really looking forward to my dinner party the following night. Rolf and the crew from the Hotel Victoria showed at around 2PM to start setting up even though the party wasn't set to start until 6PM, there were a lot of tables and buffets to be set-up and decorated and even a bar that would be serving drinks, albeit non-alcoholic ones. Christian and Mikey were there to help Rolf execute the plan they had come up with and Hunter showed a little while later to see if he could help, but really it was well under control so he and I retreated to the movie theater to be out of the way. Hunter and I came back upstairs around 4:30PM and were stunned at the transformation of my lanai and Great Room. It looked like a high end restaurant. There was even a trellis set up for the photographers that Rolf had engaged. One photographer would shoot pics at the trellis like prom pictures and another would get candid shots of the guests. By 5PM all the arrangements and set-ups had been done and the food started to arrive. Rolf went to the kitchen to organize the food. "We are going to go shower and get dressed," Mikey announced. I checked my watch, "you guys have over an hour to go." Mikey dropped his chin to his chest to look at me, "it might be a long shower." "Ah," was all I could respond. "We should go shower and dress too, in case any guests arrive early," Hunter prompted me. When I got a big silly grin on my face Hunter sighed, "no I mean really shower and dress, we can do the rest all night tonight." I grumped a bit, but he was right. At about five minutes to six o'clock Mikey and Christian joined Hunter and me in the Great Room to prepare to meet our guests. They were sharp looking in the same suits they'd worn yesterday, but they had gone a bit wilder with their shirts and ties since they weren't in court. Just before 6PM François made his entrance and what an entrance it was. Gone was the casual, California surf boy look he had adopted for the last week or so. Instead he looked every inch of a fashion industry power broker. His suit was a stunning Issey Miyake grey herringbone suit with wide padded shoulders that tapered down to his narrow waist. The slacks were almost form fitting. Mikey let out a low whistle. "If you are good, I may let you `elp me out of my outfit later," François sniffed. "Oh we'll be very good," Mikey promised. Before it could go any further our first guests arrived, Joey Lynch and Nolan Kennedy. I had met Joey early on and he was in fact my second young lover after we'd played an interesting game of HORSE. It was then that he'd talked to me about having sex with guys, but running away afterwards in shame. It wasn't until I'd met Nolan, played footsie with him in the Jacuzzi at the health club and then had wild sex and then talked with him after that I figured out it was Nolan that Joey had been talking about. They had been a couple now ever since I got them together in a room to talk; well talk and consummate things that the final distance. They gave each of us a chaste kiss and moved into the Great Room. François peeled off to join them. The next couple to arrive was Drew Nguyen and Ethan Houston. Drew was the first to wrestle with me in my mat room and then wrestle with me in bed. He had come a long way since then, now he was an All American wrestler and state placer. I imagined he'd attend Harvard or Columbia on a wrestling scholarship. Ethan was one of my cross country buddies, sometimes volleyball partner and the one to whom I had owed a massage to when my volleyball partner, Becky, had thrown the game so we lost our bet. That massage became great sex and gave me a great friend. No sooner were Drew and Ethan inside than Trevor Zahl and Matt Phillips parked out front and strolled up. Matt, the state and national champion wrestler, with the massive tool that he loved to show off so much. I remember well how poor Trevor was delivering pizza from DeStefano's when Matt sauntered up with his monster swinging side to side. Trevor's eyes popped forward like a cartoon characters. And it was Trevor that I had given a ride home from Randy Jahns' house warming party when he told me we could just go to my house because he was spending the night. I'd hadn't been sure on his sexuality up until then, and maybe he wasn't either, but it wasn't long after that that he and Matt started dating. In the same car as Trevor and Matt was the just mentioned Randy Jahns and Travis Zahl, Trevor's older brother. Randy, the now college senior, had been my first lover when I first moved back to Serra Island and had helped "break in" my house by having sex with me in every room; except of course the panic room, which had been a secret. That was a miss he had fixed. Travis had been the one to drag me back into the volleyball scene for some very memorable tournaments and then dragged me into the rock garden attached to my shower for even more memorable sex. He was going to be a freshman in college at Randy's university in a just a couple of weeks and join him on the volleyball team there. The next car to arrive had Josh Witt and Seamus McCarty and Zac Dickerson and Cade Waterman. Josh was one of the first guys on Serra Island to be openly gay and that happened in 8th grade when his father, a Navy SEAL Captain, caught him making out with a university student. Josh's father was killed in action a week later before he and Josh got things sorted out. Oddly enough, openly gay and well endowed Josh was one of the few guys in the group I hadn't had sex with, but the same wasn't true for his now boyfriend Seamus. Seamus and shown me the joys of naked basketball in my backyard and then made me teach him how to top so he could please Josh. He was worried that with his lack of experience Josh would grow bored, but Seamus had since discovered how much more there was to a relationship and how much more there was to Josh. Zac Dickerson and Cade Waterman stepped up after Mikey, Christian, Hunter and I had finished greeting Josh and Seamus. Zac had been another "pupil" that wanted me to teach him all about sex through the hands on method and I had been in a very hot three way with him and Mikey to accomplish that. Wade was another of the wrestling crew. I had introduced him to rimming so he could surprise and rock Mikey in one of their encounters. He and I also had an amazing three way with Matt Phillips on a wrestling trip where the three of us had gone to officiate. "Tim-o-thee," François said to me, "can you open the back gate, An-tone-ee is `ere." Acting Police Chief Tony Budetti was taking a big step by attending my dinner. Even though I knew he had been with Mikey and Christian and I suspected several more of the guests tonight; this was the first time he had publically been seen with a young man. Obviously François was very special to him. And while he was willing to be seen in our gathering, he obviously still wanted some discretion so he didn't want to park out front. Mikey and Christian left with François to greet Tony. Another person taking a big step tonight was Miles Sullivan. Even though there were few secrets in our circle Miles was another one who had been very below the radar. Attending the dinner as Matt Flannery's date was a big step for him. It wasn't quite as big a step for my old Stanford classmate Matt, but it was also a bit more of a public coming out than he'd been willing to show in the past. Miles took a deep breath as he stepped through the front door into the Great Room where a small crowd was now mingling and eating. He was greeted very nonchalantly, as was Matt, and with that his anxiety disappeared. In the car with Matt and Miles were the Croatian water polo lovers, Mislav Dajic and Niko Vrlic. Mislav was living with the Sullivans and Niko, the McClures. Even though the Croatian boys had been here all summer, they were really looking forward to their first year of high school on Serra Island and high school water polo in the United States. They had fit seamlessly into life on Serra Island and with their host families. It was an open secret on the water polo team that they were boyfriends, but no one had any issue with them. Not only had they proved to be highly skilled tremendous players, they were also tremendous young men and that carried a lot of weight. The next guests to arrive were a trio; Clay McClure and Malachi Henderson with Clay's little brother Rhett. I was a little surprised when Rhett accepted the invitation because I didn't know if he was ready to be out yet, especially to Clay, but obviously it wasn't an issue. They were three of the most interesting guys I had been with. Malachi was the first of the three and he had wanted to have sex outdoors, so we had an amazing time on a quilt on my back lawn in the early fall. Clay was next for me and at the time was uncertain about his sexuality and guilt ridden about having sex with an Arizona boy four years younger than him and in the junior lifeguard program where Clay was a counselor. We got that sorted out and I know Clay and Wyatt, the youngster from Arizona, had been in a good place this summer. I expected that I'd see Wyatt next summer at some of my pool parties or pizza nights. Last of the trio was Rhett McClure who had stunned me twice. Once by leaving nude pictures and a nude video of himself on my computer while I was meeting with his parents about the Croatian boys. The second time was when with Mikey's help he ambushed me in the Blue Room at a barbecue for the Croatians and I had plowed him, and plowed him while his parents were in the backyard at the gathering. Rhett was still single, but his dining partner tonight was the "other Rhett", Rhett Berkow; the drama student who was fond of hook-ups in the Serra Island basement restroom. Behind the trio, came a group of four, Jake Henderson , Daine Taggert and the couple Rory Slater and Julien Boyington. I don't know if Rory and Julien were an official couple or just dates for tonight. I did know that Jake and Daine were not a couple, but had been paired as dinner companions for the night. However, given Daine's thing for older guys I wouldn't be surprised if they were something of an item by the end of it. Jake was another one of the few guys I had not hooked with here tonight, but Daine was. Daine was the guy that Ryan had brought over after church one day and we had a raucous three way because Daine like his guys with a bit of experience. Julien had somewhat the same bent for older guys, or at least that the line he'd used to get me to agree to top him and then teach him how to top. He said there had been a lot of older men, even much older than me; that he had cammed with, but he wanted to know what it was like in the flesh. I wasn't too to convince of course, especially when he threatened to hook up with one of the older guys from online since a lot had asked. Rory and his friends were the newer additions to our group and he had been my naked surfing partner at White's Beach in Cabrillo Cove, the second to have sex with me in my pool house after Randy Jahn and then had a three way encounter with Blake Flintridge and Tanner DeVitt in my shower. What a little pistol he'd proved to be. No sooner had I thought about Blake and Tanner then they pulled up out front too. I met Blake and Tanner first as volleyball players on the beach and only came to realize they were lovers later. It was Blake who showed me "the best coffee in Cabrillo Cove", which turned out to be a Keurig machine in his bedroom at his parent's mansion on the cliff. Tanner and Blake were officially out to their parents now. After Mrs. Flintridge let me know at the opera that she knew the boys were a couple, I let them know and the rest was easy and went smoothly. The final couple to arrive was Ryan Leavey and Sean Francis. It was hot little Ryan who had completely rocked my world after church one day when he showed up in his promised baseball uniform. We had had sex with him wearing nothing but his jock strap, which usually was not a big turn on for me, but in this built blonde haired, blue eyed beauty it had driven me insane. Sean and I on the other hand had never had one on one sex, but he was incredibly special to me for how he had helped Christian along especially after his father had beaten him. Christian had been afraid to the core of his being about it being found out he was gay and it was Sean with Mikey that had shown him he was not alone and never would be again. As I closed the front door to turn my attention to the party, I lamented that two guests couldn't join us; Mateo Lozano, the volleyball player from Manhattan Beach that had been entertained by Blake and Tanner in Manhattan Beach and then so entertained me when he was visiting Serra Island with his parents. I knew we'd be seeing a lot more of him though as he was going to attend college with Randy and Trevor and play volleyball at the university. The other missing guest was Nathan Roberts, the waiter from the Hotel Victoria and sometimes delivery boy for his aunt's Chinese restaurant. His aunt was shorthanded at Mandarin Dynasty these days and Nathan had to pick up some shifts waiting tables for her. He would be missed by me and several of the boy's who knew him like Adam knew Eve. Turning to the Great Room, my guests were spread throughout it and out onto the lanai as well. This was the `cocktail' hour. Of course the cocktails were virgin versions of daiquiris, margaritas and other tropical drinks, but everyone was enjoying them nonetheless. On several tables were trays of sushi and sashimi, mini versions of street tacos and rolled tacos and assorted meats and cheeses. There were also roving waiters with canapés and removing finished drink glasses and used plates. I had a warm glow as I moved among my guests. The last thirteen months had been nothing if not interesting. My life in many ways was more balanced; work was no longer the sole focus. And while I had spent a lot of time pleasing myself with many of my young guests, I felt I had done a lot of good for them as well so far and as far as I was concerned, would continue to in the future. I was making more money than I'd ever be able to spend in my lifetime so If one of them needed help to finish college or a loan to start a business; I was determined to be there for them. I stopped by to greet Tony Budetti, I hadn't had a chance to say hi yet. "Thanks for coming Tony," I started, "I know this means a lot to François and I know the big step you are taking." Tony grinned, showing those dimples that make him look ten years younger than his age of 40. "Thanks for letting me come Tim, maybe we can have a quiet lunch one day and chat about life." "I'd like that." "Also," he continued, "I have some time off so I thought I'd drive up the coast to San Francisco and show François some more of California before he has to head back to France." "That sounds awesome. I am sure François will enjoy a tour guide who is so well equipped." Tony blushed three shades of red and François smiled at the droll double entendre. I continued the rounds of greeting guests one way and Hunter went the other. The photographers were busy snapping pictures. One was doing candid shots, the other portrait shots at the trellis. The couples took pictures of just themselves, then would have others join in for a second or third shot; while Daine was having his picture taken with Julien and Rory, Jake pulled me aside. He stammered a bit at first before getting around to the topic. "After I drop off Rory and Julien, Daine wants to know if we can come back here... you know, for the night. Daine was planning on staying at Rory's overnight, but... well..." "Got it Jake," I said as I laughed a little. "I'll leave the back gate open and you can park there when you come back." At 7PM a waiter went strolling through the Great Room and lanai gently hammering on a dinner chime to the tune of the Beach Boy's `California Girls'. That was the signal for everyone to take their places at the dinner table. The table was one long table with me at one end and Christian at the other. Normally at a formal dinner party partners would be split across the table from each other or had another person in between them to stimulate conversation and further familiarity, but Mikey and Christian had decided to seat partners side by side so they could hold hands or smooch occasionally. They didn't get many chances to do that in a public setting. The table was already set with the appetizer. Mikey had Rolf do up a seafood tower for every four people that would include lobster, oysters, cracked King crab legs, grilled scallops, jumbo prawns and smoked mussels. I'd had Rolf stock my refrigerator with backup in case the food disappeared too quickly, but it turned out the towers already out were going to be enough. For the main course people would have the choice of fresh carved prime rib, fresh carved roast turkey or cedar planked Pacific salmon. The carving station was set up next to the dining table so everyone could see them as they were carved. The side dishes for the meal, besides various roast vegetables, did include a truffled cheese and lobster mac, since both boys thought it sounded great when I had described it to Rolf. For desert the boys would have the choice of three soufflés (Grand Mariner, lemon and chocolate) or various ice creams or both if they so chose. I also had a giant cake that we would cut up after dinner in the post dinner party party. The cake was for Christian's entry into my family. As the boys tucked into the seafood towers Mikey clanged a knife on the crystal water glass in front of him and stood up. "Gentlemen," he started in a loud clear voice as the chatter died down, "I'd like to propose a toast to our host, Mr. Tim Gallagher. Tim, you have taken many of us under your wing. You have listened to us when no other adult would; you have soothed and assured us that life would get better when that seemed impossible; you have taken an active interest in our schooling, our sports, our activities and lives and made us all better. For this I thank you and toast you with all the love I can from the bottom of my heart. To Tim" All the boys stood, held their glasses to me and repeated `To Tim' and clinked glasses with one another. I choked back a sob I was so touched. I stood as they sat down. "Thank you Michael," he suddenly seemed more than just a `Mikey', "but it is I who am indebted to all of you." A lumped formed in my throat and I worked hard to keep tears from leaving my eyes, but I know they were glistening. "You have all become so special to me over this last year. Before I was just going through life focused on money and success and success was money. Now success to me is the joy I feel as I watch you all mature; the joy I feel as I see the love and companionship among you. Success is knowing that you are on paths to become great men of compassion and love. I know many of you will achieve great success in whatever endeavors you choose, but I know you won't lose sight of what is important. Know that I will be here in good times and bad times to help you and that as you look up and down this table are thirty one other men who will be there as well. God has given us one life to live my friends. I love each and every one of you. Let us live this life to our best abilities! To life!" "To life!" they toasted back with enthusiasm. Finis.