Date: Sat, 29 Nov 2014 11:49:20 -0800
From: Matthew C <matteo_84cdm@yahoo.com>
Subject: 06 Mikey & The Health Club, Gay Male - Adult Youth

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06 Mikey and the Health Club

By Matt Kendrick

I got to the club around 9:30AM and was planning on my usual routine, doing
some cardio, maybe play some racquetball and then hit the wet area for a
Jacuzzi and sauna. But the best laid plans, as they say. I turned the
corner in the locker room and there was Nolan. He was changing out of board
shorts and it looked like he was going to put on some workout clothes, but
then he saw me too. He stuffed his workout shorts back into his backpack,
put his board shorts in his locker and pulled off the t-shirt he was
wearing and put it in his locker as well.

"Think I'm going to Jacuzzi," he said as he passed by me naked and grabbed
a towel from the stack of towels at the end of the locker row.

My desire to do cardio and play some racquetball dropped to zero. I had a
sudden, uncontrollable urge to Jacuzzi. I wasn't quite sure where things
might head, but I was willing to take the risk to find out. I stripped
down, put my clothes in my locker and headed back to the wet area. Nolan
was the only guy in the Jacuzzi, but there was a guy in the sauna reading
the paper and a guy in the steam room, shaving at the sink.

Nolan was seated in the same place he had been when he was with Mikey and
Ryan last week, in the narrowest part of the Jacuzzi. But instead of facing
Nolan from the opposite wall like I had last time, I sat down on the same
side he was, not directly next to him, but pretty close.

"Don't you want to sit over there Tim," Nolan asked pointing to the
opposite wall across from him.

"Nope," was all I said.

We sat there a little bit, not talking.

"You're sure you don't want sit over there," he pressed.

"No, I like the view from this side."

I was loving this. I think Nolan was probably horny beyond words and he
wanted to pick up where we'd left off last time, but I had different
plans. Or at least I think I did, if Nolan really wanted to do what I think
he did.

Finally after a moment or two, I spoke again.

"Nolan, what do you think of soccer," I asked.

"Soccer?" he was puzzled by the question.

"Yeah, you know that game with the feet and kicking the ball and all that."

He was confused, but he answered, "I dunno, I think it's okay. I play it."

"I think it is a really stupid sport myself. I mean why do you only want to
use your feet trying to score when if you could use your hands too you
could score easier and more often."

Nolan wasn't on the same wavelength, "So you think you should be able to
use your hands too? In soccer?"

I spoke slowly and with emphasis, "Yes, Nolan I think as long as you have
hands (I emphasized the word hands) you should be able to use them and not
just your feet (emphasizing feet too).

The nickel finally dropped and he slid a little closer to me and placed his
right hand on my thigh.

"Oh so you think hands are better than feet."

"I do," I replied.

As soon as I said `I do' Nolan slid his hand into my crotch and quickly
found my cock that was incredibly hard. He let out a soft, `oh fuck' as he
felt it up and explored the region feeling my pubic hairs and balls as
well. He wasn't really jacking me as much as feeling me up and down and
rubbing around the head area.

"We need to keep talking so no one wonders why we are sitting so close," I
said quietly to him.

"What do we talk about," he said equally quiet.

In a louder voice I asked him, "How's soccer going Nolan?"

He started telling me about soccer, how he was a forward and the regionals
were coming up and just general BS while playing with my cock. And then he
stopped and said:

"If we were playing soccer Tim I'd let you use your hands."

"Really, so I could use my hands?"

Nolan smiled and nodded at me. So I reached over, slid my hand across his
thigh and encountered his dick. I hadn't felt it all last time since he had
been the one playing footsie with my dick. I was suitably impressed. It
felt like it was at least 5 inches and nicely thick. I hadn't really spent
anytime online looking at the pictures and videos of him and Mikey. I found
the pics and videos of Mikey with the older teens more interesting because
I found the older teens more attractive, but Nolan had a pretty nice dick,
even if it isn't as big as the older guys. He was moaning a little as I
felt him up. We can't do this too long or too much because I get the idea
that Nolan doesn't know how to cum quietly yet. So I stop after a minute or
so.

As I stopped Nolan leaned in and said very quietly, so quietly even I had a
hard time hearing it over the noise of the Jacuzzi.

"I want to blow you so bad."

I answered back quietly, "we can't do it here."

Nolan stood and walked over to the waterfall in the Jacuzzi and let it run
over him for a minute or two. I guessed that he was trying to get his cock
to go down.

"I think I'm going to the beach," he announced to me, "do you know a good
area?"

"Well there are some good volleyball courts right across from 3214 Ocean
Ave."

"3214 Ocean," he repeated the address that just happened to be mine.

"Is that a nice house?"

"Yeah, and if you go in the back alley you can see a really cool black BMW
parked in the back driveway."

"3214 Ocean, back alley, black BMW," he repeated, "sounds like a good part
of the beach. I think I'll head there now."

Nolan climbed the steps out of the Jacuzzi. Dang what a fine ass that boy
has. He turned around and smiled, he still had a semi, but not so big that
anyone would think much about it.

"See you later Tim," he said as he headed to the locker room.

I had to calculate how long it would take him to dry, dress and then ride
his bike the mile and a half to my house. I was pretty sure he'd gotten the
message to use my back gate. I gave him a five minute head start.

I did a quick dry, not more than 20 seconds just to get most of the water
off me and then practically ran out of the club. There was a chance that
Nolan could beat me to my house because I'd hit stop lights that he could
probably get around using the back streets. And sure enough he was on his
bike at my back gate, as I turned the corner. I hit the controller that
rolled the gates back and Nolan went into my backyard as soon as the
opening was big enough. I pulled my car in shortly after and hit the close
button on my gates.

Nolan's bike was lying on the grass and he was standing by the side of the
driveway as I parked with a big smile on his face.

"I see you found the beach okay."

"3124, back, black," he recited with that grin of his.

"Let's head inside."

I didn't see any need for coyness or uncertainty. With Mikey and Joey there
had been a certain unknown quantity. Nolan had been pretty clear and
explicit, but I'd double check anyway. I led him into my bedroom from the
patio area. He was already tenting his board shorts, which in turn was
causing me some tenting in my mesh shorts. I sat in one of the chairs in my
bedroom and Nolan stood in front of me. Then he dropped to his knees in
between my legs and was grabbing my cock through my shorts.

"Nolan, are you sure you know what you are doing?"

He looked up at me, but his hand never stopped massaging my dick.

"Do you mean do I know how to give a blow job? I haven't had any complaints
yet and that is 15 or 16 guys so far."

I was surprised, 15 or 16 guys and I guessed Nolan couldn't be any older
than 13 or so, but then I remembered Randy and how active he was at 13 and
at 13 I was in gay chat rooms on AOL doing cyber sex with guys and if I
could have met them all I would have. As it was, I still managed to meet a
few from online, off line. Now the online world had advanced that much more
with Twitter, Tumblr, Ask, kik, Instagram and then the Grindr apps, the
cams and more. Yeah I'd have been out of control when I was 13.

"Actually I meant are you really sure you want to give a blow job to a 30
year old guy."

"I am sure I want to give YOU a blow job. I don't really care about your
age. I've seen you at the club, I know you're gay, I think you are hot and
I've jacked off thinking about doing this. Is that good enough?"

He didn't wait for an answer, but reached up with both hands, put his
fingers inside my boxers and shorts and started to pull them down in
tandem. I didn't object and lifted my hips out of the chair so he could
pull them down far enough, but he didn't stop at `far enough' he pulled
them all the way off.

Nolan pulled my cock away from my stomach and began giving me a blow
job. He started by swallowing the entire thing. I don't know if that was
his usual technique or if he was trying to prove he was a pro, but I didn't
object because it felt pretty great. He settled into a nice rhythm of
bobbing up and down on the upper half of my dick while stroking the lower
half. I sat there for about five minutes enjoying and trying to remember
the batting statistics of the LA Dodgers, because if I let my mind dwell on
what Nolan was doing I would have blown two minutes ago. There wasn't great
variety to his technique, but it was incredibly effective. I pulled him off
my dick.

"Okay, that is enough for now," I told.

"Hey, I'm not done yet! I don't think you were even close," he protested.

"I was close enough and I am not ready for a climax yet, besides, you've
been doing all the work so far."

"Ah you don't need to blow me back Tim, I know my dick probably isn't that
interesting or big compared to what you are you used to."

I hated these gorgeous guys who had such poor self images. I pulled him
close to me, lifted his chin and planted a gentle kiss on his lips. They
were ultra soft and moist.

"Oh my," he said, barely above a whisper.

"Nolan, you are a gorgeous young man. You have that tight butt and great
legs of a soccer player, your chest and arms are well developed, you are
obviously an athlete and your cock is perfect. It suits you perfectly. I
want to give you a blow job too because I haven't been able to get our game
of footsie out of my head all week long. And that is just the beginning."

I pulled my t-shirt off over my head, so I was completely naked and Nolan
was still completely dressed, but I intended to fix that right now. I
pulled his t-shirt off over his head and he was starting to untie the
strings on his board shorts.

"No, let me do that," I whispered in his ear.

I finished untying the strings, loosened them and then ripped open his
Velcro fly, reached back to Nolan's butt and pushed the board shorts off
those orbs and once the shorts were clear of his cheeks they dropped all
the way to the floor. Nolan stepped out of them and with my hands still on
his ass I pulled him back into me and planted another kiss on him, but not
as gentle as the last one. This one was more urgent. Because we were both
naked now, Nolan's cock was crushed against mine because I had him pulled
tightly to me.

I didn't have to bend far to kiss him, and his cock was close to the same
level as mine so I figured he had to be at least 5'8", or just a few inches
under my 5'11". I squeezed and massaged his cheeks, one cupped in each of
my hands while he ground slowly into me.

"C'mon."

I held his hand and directed him over to the bed, I lay down first and
scooted to the middle of my grand king bed and Nolan followed. He was going
to lie next to me, but I pulled him on top and opened my legs so he could
go back to his grinding. We pick up where we left off from when we were
standing, me massaging his orbs, him grinding and us swapping spit. I could
feel Nolan picking up his pace in his humping my crotch, so I was afraid he
might lose it too soon. Therefore I rolled over and flopped him on his
back, broke off the kisses and started kissing and licking on his neck.

"Oh fuck, that feels good," Nolan breathed quietly out.

I kissed down his body, gently nibbled at his nipples, getting them hard
and tender and continued until I got to his cock. He had a good amount of
pre-cum shining on his head and normally I'd spread that around his head
with either my tongue or fore finger and thumb, but instead I mimicked him
and deep throated him first. It wasn't all that hard as he is around five
inches, but he is pretty thick so my mouth was filled up. I bobbed all the
way up and all the way down three or four times before I went back to my
usual techniques.

I used my tongue to slowly lick up Nolan's dick from the base right to the
frenulum, some more pre-cum has appeared so I used my thumb and fore finger
to spread it around the rest of his head, but instead of just smearing or
spreading, I twist on his head like turning a knob (perhaps where that
slang word came from?) and that drives Nolan wild. Then I start to lick
around the head, and flick my tongue over and in the frenulum. While I do
that I am stretching his ball sac gently and then gently rub his perineum.

I go back to bobbing on his cock. I am close to ten minutes into it and
gradually pick up speed so I can taste Nolan's spunk. I can feel a growing
tension in his body and he croaks out, `gonna cum' and no sooner has he
said it than he starts to shoot and shoot into my throat and mouth. I
swallow it all down and only back off when I think there are no more major
spurts coming out. There is that oozing that comes out, one drop at a time
and I continue to gently stroke his now sensitive head. He squirms and
moans, but doesn't protest or say stop. When I think he's had enough, I lie
down next to him.

"Oh gawd, that was amazing," he said as he turned his head to me, "I
thought I was experienced and had been with experienced guys, but I think
you just taught me about six new things to do."

"I won't charge you a dime for the lessons," I smiled at him.

"Let's see what I learned."

Nolan moved down to my dick that was only semi hard now, but as he took me
in his mouth it quickly reinflated.  He did a credible job of copying the
techniques I'd used on him. Not wanting him to work too hard, I let myself
concentrate on what Nolan was doing and who was doing it. Normally in a
blow job I'll detach my mind a little so I don't come too quickly, but I
was okay cumming faster than normal. I had other things I wanted to move on
to. Nolan was working hard at it and I was ready.

"I gonna cum in about ten seconds Nolan, back off now if you don't want a
mouth full of cum."

Apparently he did want a mouth full of cum, because he didn't back off and
in fact swallowed every drop until I was completely drained. When he was
sure I was dry he lay back next to me. I pulled him into me tight.

"It is okay to snuggle Nolan...  unless you don't want to?"

Maybe he was just a horny teen and wasn't looking for any intimacy; maybe
getting off followed by detachment was what he was after.

"Oh no, I love this. No one else ever wants to do this. As soon as they cum
they can't get away fast enough. This is what I really want...  Well this
and the blow jobs. They are pretty awesome. What do we do now?"

"Now we talk a little until we are rested and ready for round two."

He shot up to an elbow and looked at me, "You mean we are going to do it
again?"

"My goal is three time before lunch. Haven't you ever come twice with
someone?"

"No never Tim, like I said with most of the guys I've done stuff with as
soon as they cum they are gone, even if they leave me hanging. I've had to
finish myself four times."

"Well that is a shitty, inconsiderate thing. I hope you've never gone back
to those guys."

Nolan sighed, "I have with one guy because I am a little hung up on him,
but he has issues. I know he loves getting his dick sucked, he seems to
enjoy sucking mine until he cums and then he freaks out. I think he is
having a real hard time dealing with his feelings. It is like he feels
really guilty."

"And you don't?"

"Me? No, why should I? I am gay and I know it. I knew it before I knew what
it was called. A few of my friends know and they are fine with it. My
mother has a gay brother and he is about the only member of my mother's
family that my father can stand to be around more than two days so I know
they'll be fine when I tell them... when I am 40," Nolan giggles as he says
the last part.

"I know how you feel. Even when you are sure they'll be fine it is still a
scary thought actually saying the words, `Mom, Dad, I'm gay'. There is that
fear of the unknown."

"That is it exactly."

"Tell me more about this guy you are hung up on. Tell me he isn't 40 years
old." I have a good idea who it is, but we'll see.

Nolan giggled at the `40 years old' comment, "no, but close, he is an older
man. He has to be 15 at least (a joke from Nolan). He is in my lacrosse
club, he is gorgeous, sweet and has a dick as big as yours, but like I
said, he cums, panics and runs away. I actually feel bad for him."

I am pretty sure he is talking about Joey Lynch, everything in the
description fits him. I am hoping the time Joey and I spent together helped
him figure everything out. Nolan is a sweet guy too and I'd like to see
Joey and him in a steady thing. It could stop them both from `looking for
love in all the wrong places and too many faces.'

"Maybe next time before you guys hook up you should talk to him. Tell him
how you feel and how it makes you feel. I am willing to bet this guy is a
pretty good guy if you are willing to continue seeing him and doing things
with him despite everything."

"Oh he is Tim, he is really such a sweet guy. I guess I could try and talk
to him, but he doesn't seem like the chatty type."

We lay there a little while longer when Nolan's hands started to wander
over my body. He felt the hair under my arms, felt my nipples, but didn't
really play with them, caressed my body lower and lower until he got to my
dick, which was hard again by now and I could feel his hard dick on my leg.

"Mmmm," he purred, "what's next?"

"You tell me," I offered. "Is there something you've or heard about you
want to try?"

"Lots" he giggled, "but I've seen this really hot scene where two guys just
rub their dicks together until they shoot on each other."

"Sounds hot. Get some lube out of the nightstand, get the one that says,
`Warming' and lube us up."

Nolan reaches into the nightstand closest and pulls out the right
bottle. He pours a generous amount onto my cock and then his and spreads
the lube up and down our shafts.

"My dick is getting hot!" he claims.

"Oh I think it is hot already Nolan," I tease him.

"No, I mean really hot, warming up!"

"Yes, that is why it says `Warming' on the bottle," I smile.

In any case he decides he likes it. He takes my dick in his hand and holds
it so he can rub his dick up and down on it more easily. Then he uses both
hands to hold both dicks together as he thrusts forward and back. His eyes
are closed and he looks like he is in ecstasy so I decide to help him and
up the ante. I take some of the excess lube that has come off our dicks and
apply it to his dime shaped nipples.

"Oh hell," he mutters.

I haven't even really started yet and it has already amped him up a
level. His nipples get hard quickly and then I start to tweak, gently twist
and pull them. That fires him up even more and he picks up the pace on his
rocking my cock. He makes a choking, gurgling sound and then gushes a flood
of cum on to me. He stops his motion after four big squirts and two little
ones. The only sound in the room is his heavy breathing. He finally comes
back to Earth and opens his eyes.

"Okay, you have to cum now," he flatly commands.

Not one to argue I rolled him his back with me still in between his legs. I
think he thought I was going to fuck him when I lifted his legs because he
got a goofy look of nervousness and excitement, but I didn't. Just lifting
his legs gave me an illusion of fucking him which was hot enough, but what
I really wanted was to fuck his sweet little patch of brown pubic
hairs. His next look was a mix of relief with some disappointment, but when
he figured out what I was doing he grabbed his own legs behind the
knees. This let me put my hands on either side of him and lean more over
and into him. I smiled and locked onto his eyes, he smiled back. As I got
closer to climax I leaned in more and started to kiss him, my pumps were
fast and primal now, my balls were slapping hard on his bottom and then I
started to spurt. My orgasm was more intense then my first and what I shot
was more powerful too. I slowed down my motion as I came, but didn't stop
it or the kiss until I was spent.

"Fuck that was great," I said to Nolan.

He giggled, "great for me too."

He had let go of his legs and I was just lying on him now, in between his
legs.

"Don't let go of those legs too soon. I saw something interesting I want a
closer look at."

I got back up to my knees and Nolan lifted his hips off the bed again,
grasping his knees and exposing his boy rose. Not wasting anytime I
immediately began to rim him.

"OH my gawd!"

His pucker twitched and contracted at the new sensation. I licked
penetrated and licked some more. Each new wrinkle on his wrinkles brought
new exclamations of pleasure from him. His previously soft dick had gone
hard again. After about five minutes of my best rim techniques I lay back
next to him.

We lay there quietly for a moment before Nolan spoke again.

"What about the third?"

"The third?" I replied.

"You said you like to cum three times before lunch, how are we going to do
number three?"

The little horn dog.

I smiled, "you could fuck me I said," trying to sound casual.

"Are you sure? That would be so hawt," he pronounced `hot' the surfer/beach
kid way, `hawt'.

With some quick instruction from me, Nolan was soon on top of me in
missionary position. I think he was surprised at the sensation of my
sphincter muscles pulling his dick inside of me. He had a little difficulty
at first on his technique. Fucking someone real is a lot harder than a
pillow or frotting, but in a couple of minutes he was pretty much on
target. He also discovered the benefit of multiple orgasms; each one was
more intense than the last and harder to achieve, so it took longer. At
twenty minutes he was still going strong, but two minutes later I could see
by his expression he was close so I quickly caught up and came with him
almost simultaneously.

"Oh fuck I love you Tim."

He looked embarrassed as soon as the words were out of his mouth and he
tried to correct or clarify.

"You don't need to explain Nolan, a lot of times people say things in the
throes of passion that they don't mean," I explained.

"But I do mean it, I mean I can't explain this feeling, but wow what a
great morning this has been. I know we aren't going to be boyfriends or
anything, but this is something I'll never forget and I don't regret what I
said. I just didn't want you to think I'm a stupid kid."

"I'd never think that Nolan and for the record, I think you'd be a great
boyfriend.

He sighed a deep sigh.

"I wish there was a guy who realized that."

"Give him time Nolan."

"Give who?" Nolan doesn't know I suspect who his mystery lover is.

"Whoever it is that keeps running out on you, but you like," I hope that
holds his questions.

"Okay," and he has moved on already.

After some more relaxing, just entwined with each other I introduce Nolan
next to the world of showering with a guy and how much fun it is to be
washed and fussed over in a warm shower. We were dried off and Nolan pulled
on board shorts and tank t-shirt.

"Okay, I really am going to the beach now," Nolan said as he kissed me
goodbye, "Wanna come?"

"Not a fourth time before lunch hun," I tease.

Nolan blushes, "You're sure?" he teases back.

"Maybe next time, you never know. I am going across the street to the
courts, if you see Travis would you tell him I am down here?"

"No problem," he kissed me again and was off.

I grabbed my beach backpack and headed across the street to the volleyball
courts where the tournament was going to be tomorrow. I wanted to get used
to the sand on these courts, which is different from the courts by the
Hotel Vic.

The two guys from Cabrillo High are sitting by court #3 with a girl I play
volleyball with sometimes. Her name is Becky and she plays on the women's
team at St. Ignatius University, the local Catholic university.

"Hey Tim, up for a game," Becky calls out.

"I am always game to play with you Becky," and I meant it.

Despite the whole everyone thinking I am 100% gay, there are still plenty
of females who float my boat especially Asians, blonde beach chicks and
women athletes. Becky had two of the three going on. If she picked up my
double meaning she didn't show it. We are going to play the two Cabrillo
Cove boys who introduce themselves as Blake and Tanner; two cute names for
two cute guys.

The unspoken rules for beach volleyball when you have one team of guys
versus a mixed team were you didn't serve the girl every time and you
didn't block the girl on spiking, especially since the men's court net was
higher than the women's net. Blake and Tanner are obviously locals who know
what is what because they play that way and in fact maybe go overboard on
being polite. They are doing just enough to stay ahead, but not trying to
blow us off the court, which I suspect they could. The end result is we are
having a really fun time.

Tanner is wearing a Harvard Volleyball t-shirt so on a side switch Becky
asks him if he goes there, but it is Blake who speaks up.

"No, it is my shirt. I went there on a recruiting trip and Tanner put it on
when we got up this morning."

The way he says it is implying that they are a couple, not implying it
seriously, implying it in a joking way. I am not sure he got the reaction
he was expecting.

"Ahhhh," Becky says in that female way that means, `how cute.'

Tanner blushes at that.

And I say, "don't look at me, I think you'd be an adorable couple."

Now Blake blushes.

As we finish the game Travis shows up on his beach cruiser.

"Nolan said you were down here."

Then Travis acknowledges Blake and Tanner in teen-speak.

"S'up," to Tanner.

"S'up," back from Tanner and Blake.

"S'up," back to Blake

Becky and I are just laughing at all the `s'ups'. Then comes the clasped
plams and fist bumpings. The funny dance of the adolescent teen.

Apparently Blake and Tanner are in the tournament tomorrow too so we decide
to play some good tune up games against each other. With no girls on the
court and lots of senior-in-high-school-to-be machismo Tanner and Blake get
serious and the intensity on the court picks up a notch, but it is still a
fun couple of games. We win the first one 17-15 and Tanner and Blake win
the second, 15-12. I think Travis and I will do okay tomorrow.

After the games Travis walks his bike across the street to my house so I
can pick my beach cruiser and then we peddle down to Burger Parlor, where
they have grass fed beef burgers, bison and ostrich with truffled
fries. There is nothing so mundane as a McDonald's on Serra Island and so
far Starbucks is the only place to crack the code on how to get a big chain
onto the island.

As we are munching our burgers Travis busts out with, "man I really want to
beat those guys."

I wonder if he means it the same way I am envisioning it?

End of Chapter Six