Date: Wed, 3 Dec 2014 15:47:25 -0800
From: Matthew C <matteo_84cdm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chapter Seven, Mikey & The Health Club, Gay Male Adult Youth

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07 Mikey and the Health Club

The check-in for the tournament is 7AM and Travis was supposed to show up
at my house at ten minutes till 7AM and we'd walk over together. I was just
getting into the shower when the door bell rang at 6:32AM. A quick look at
the security cam confirmed it was Travis so I popped the door and spoke
through the intercom.

"I'm just getting into the shower, c'mon in and make yourself at home."

I soaped up and rinseoff pretty quickly. When I am not occupied with
someone in the shower, it is usually pretty functional for me; soap on,
soap off, shampoo, rinse and repeat. I had just rinsed the shampoo out of
my hair, which meant it was now safe to open my eyes.

"Crap! You scared me," I said to Travis, who was sitting on my Jacuzzi tub
spinning a volleyball on his finger.

He shrugged, "you said to make myself comfortable. I am pretty comfortable
here. Nice shower."

I smiled resignedly at him, "I'll be sure to choose my word more carefully
next time."

I skipped rinsing (and repeating) and stepped out to dry off. I was pretty
sure Travis was checking me out, but I tried not to notice, otherwise it
might create a reaction. I did take a rather long time to dry my hair just
so he could get a full look if he wanted. I hung up the towel and stood
there naked. Travis smiled.

"Where did you park?"

"Out front, is there a better spot?"

"Yeah, let me open the back gate and you can park inside the walls so your
car is safer."

I walked into the bedroom and grabbed my keys off my desk, walked to the
wooden doors to the lanai, slid one open and clicked the gate open. I of
course stayed naked the whole time, if you got it, flaunt it they
say. Travis, with seeming reluctance, went to move his car. If I could have
figured out an excuse to stay naked while he was gone, I would have. If we
didn't have check-in in twenty minutes, I'd be lying naked on the bed when
he returned. He definitely revved my engine. I had been spending more time
in Mikey's collection as I seemed to be working my way through Mikey's
collection myself. I definitely liked what I saw in the Travis pictures and
videos. Which reminded me, three new folders had appeared, `Owen', `Paul'
and `Quint'; maybe I needed to have a talk with Mikey. He was up about to
18 now in a span of five months or so and that didn't include return
engagements. I reminded myself to check the folders and the dates on the
pictures to see if he had gone back for seconds and if he had, had he
recorded them?

Travis came back in and looked disappointed that I had my board shorts on
and that I wasn't naked, lying on my bed. I decided to throw him a bone.

"Good, just in time, you can put sunscreen on my back."

I tossed him a tube of Neutrogena Ultimate Sport and turned away. I had
noticed at the beach these days all the guys used the spray cans of
sunscreen, but I also noticed that like 90% got blown away by the
wind. Very little actually got to their skin and they wondered how they
were getting burns. I heard the noise of lotion leaving the tube, but since
I didn't feel any on my back, Travis must have squirted in his hands first.

Yikes! There it is! Travis had put his hand in the middle of my back and
the sunscreen was so cold on my skin, still warm from the shower. He spread
it all around my back, neck and shoulders and it felt great. Was he trying
to make it feel great? My mind was drifting, when he spoke.

"You might as well do me too."

"What?"

Was I hearing things?

"Here," he said handing me the tube of Neutrogena.

Rats! I knew it was too good to be true! I put the lotion on him and tried
to make it feel as good as possible without being too over the top
sensual. But I couldn't delay much longer so I finished up.

"I think we're ready."

We crossed the street to the courts and there were a series of EZ-Up
Canopies set up that was the check-in desk and tournament operations
area. We checked in and got our pool and court assignment. The way it
worked was that there is pool play the first round and It looked like we
had a four team pool which meant we'd play each team once, one game to
28. Then the top team in each pool advanced to a conventional bracket,
either an 8 or 16 team bracket, today looked like 16 meaning there were at
least 50 teams, probably more, in the tournament.

I was surprised to see we were seeded #8 in the tournament. I guess Travis
was pretty well regarded and the tournament director had been running these
tournaments for years and remembered when I had my AA rating. I guess at 30
he figured I had a few good years in me. We headed to court #10 to see who
else was in our pool. Travis knew two of the teams as locals and isn't
worried, but the third one was a South Bay team from the LA area. Travis
knows them from club volleyball and the beach circuit and he tells me they
are tough. We get to play in round one, which makes me happy. I hated
getting a bye first round and sitting around. As Travis and I warmed up
friends and family started to gather to watch the matches. I didn't really
take notice of who showed up until Travis hit a ball past me and when I
turned to retrieve it, my father threw it back to me. My mother was sitting
in the shade of their EZ-Up and waved. I smiled and waved.

"I'm warm, let's hit in a minute," I said to Travis.

I went over to greet my parents.

"How did you guys hear about this?" I asked as I kissed my mother on the
cheek.

"Your father ran into Trent Zahl at Harry's Coffee Shop and he mentioned
Travis and you were playing in a tournament. I didn't know you were back
playing tournaments."

"I'm not really. Travis' partner sprained his ankle so I am filling in for
a bit. But I am glad you guys are here. I should have called, but it isn't
a big deal really. It is just a B Tournament, it should be fun though."

"I'm sure it will be, and remember dear, no swearing," my mother admonished
me.

"Right Mom."

Geeze I'm 30 Mom, give me a break. I looked at Travis and it looked like
his mother was giving him the same lecture. Mothers will always be mothers
I guess.

Travis and I blew through the first team in pool play 28-19, which might
not sound like a blow out, but in beach volleyball with side-out scoring,
that was a rout. During the game our cheering section had grown from our
parents to all the usual gang from the Hotel Vic courts, Mikey, Hunter,
Trevor, Joey, Jake, Seamus, Zac, Nolan and Drew. I hoped no one started
talking about their love life since I'd been with four of them in the last
three weeks.

We sat out the second pool game, that was our bye game. Travis and I went
over to talk with our adoring fans and sit in the shade of the EZ-Ups.
Trevor said he and Drew were going to walk down to the restrooms, which
were about 800 yards away over hot sand.

"Dude, don't do that. Just walk across the street to my house and use one
of the bathrooms. Here, hang onto the keys in case anyone needs them or
wants to jump in the pool."

I gave him my keys to let himself in. Travis and I turned our attention to
the game going on since we had one of these teams next. The team from the
South Bay, Nick and Mateo, wiped out the team we faced next, 28-15 so we
knew when we faced them we'd have our hands full. When we beat that team
28-21 we were a bit worried since the South Bay team had had a rest. We
decided to serve the taller of the two, Nick, because even though he was
the big hitter of the team his passing wasn't very good. If we kept serving
him all over the court we might get a few cheap points. In the end, with
Travis blocking and me chasing down the lobs over him we beat Mateo and
Nick 30-28 to advance to the playoff bracket.

There was a break for lunch and my father had called De Stefano's to
deliver a couple dozen large submarine sandwiches to the court for us and
our cheering section. It suddenly occurred to me that while I'd been with
four of these guys, Mikey had been with all of them except Trevor and
Hunter. As if he could pick up on my thoughts, Mikey looked up at me and
smiled his cat-who-swallowed-the-bird smile.

After lunch we moved the EZ-Ups and our entourage to court #2 for our next
match in the bracket. We breezed for two matches, dispatching the teams
28-24 and 28-25, but they were not as close as that sounds. We got the
breaks early in each match and then just continued to side out to keep them
from catching up. The semi-final was going to be tougher and on the
opposite side of the bracket Blake and Tanner were destroying teams.

We did win the semi, but it was 31-29 and with Travis doing all the
blocking, he was starting to cramp. I pulled a squirt bottle out of my
backpack.

"Drink this," I told Travis.

He took a big gulp, but started choking.

"What is that crap?"

"The juice from a pickle jar. It doesn't taste great, but it is high in
sodium, it will keep you from cramping."

He looked resigned and drank down four big gulps that killed off about half
the bottle.

Tanner and Blake jumped out to a 7-4 lead which was worrisome since that
had been how Travis and I were advancing; getting the early lead then just
side out. If Travis and I were going to have a chance we had to have a run
of several points and that was tough with the heavy hitting pair and
Travis' fatigue. But we did anyway and pulled ahead at 11-10 and stayed
that way, ahead by one, until game point at 27-26. Tanner and Blake rallied
to their own game point at 29-28. At 32-32 Travis looked done in, but we
managed to side out for game point at 33-32. I tried to serve Tanner, but
he passed the ball easily and then crushed a spike to tie it. The next
point I shanked my pass to Travis to give the Cabrillo Cove boys a game
point at 34-33. They served me again, but I passed well this time and I
crushed a spike to the open court, but somehow Blake dug it and Tanner,
seeing Travis and I out of position lobbed the ball deep and it fell just
inside the back line to give them the title.

Tanner and Blake crossed under the net to congratulate us on a great
game. I wasn't how sure Travis was going to feel about the loss, but he
took it well, giving both the boys a big hug. I was still in the sand so
Blake helped me and gave me hug too.

"Not bad for an old man," he said quietly as he hugged me.

"The only consolation is someday you will be too Blake," I smiled back at
him.

Travis and I retreated to our slightly disappointed fan club, but Trent
Zahl broke the gloom with his observation.

"At least you got you're an "A" Travis."

"Hey, that's right, I am "A" now," Travis said perking up.

"I could use a swim to cool off, want to join me?" I asked Travis.

"Yeah, that and a Jacuzzi. Can we invite Blake and Tanner too?"

I thought that was interesting, "Sure."

So I went over to Tanner and Blake who were packing up their gear.

"Hey guys, I just live across the street, that brown house right there," I
said pointing, "Travis and I are going to swim and then probably Jacuzzi,
do you guys want to join us?"

Tanner and Blake looked at each other, as if silently communicating and
then Blake spoke for them.

"That is nice of you Tim, but can we get a rain check?"

"Sure, you guys know where I live now. Anytime you are down here, feel free
to drop by."

We actually exchanged phone numbers in case they wanted to play with Travis
and me again or if they needed a fourth.

"Sometimes we come down with a third friend and need someone so we can get
a game."

"Just call or text, if I'm not busy I'd love to play with you guys."

They grinned as if I'd made a joke. Maybe I had and didn't know it?

We said goodbye to our families and friends and Travis and I crossed the
street to my house. I was in the pool before Travis had even set his bag
down. I really needed the coolness of the pool. Travis dove in after me,
when he came up he shook his brown mane to get the water out and it was
just so sexy looking, his wet hair and the water running off him. He caught
me looking at him and smiled. We spent ten minutes in the pool getting
cool, chatting about nothing when Travis decided he was ready to Jacuzzi.

"I am ready for the Jacuzzi now," he simply said.

I started to head for the large, outdoor Jacuzzi next to my pool.

"No, the other one," Travis said as he disappeared inside my bedroom.

The Jacuzzi in my bathroom where he was sitting this morning? It is the
better of the two Jacuzzis for pure therapeutic reasons, but it was also
much smaller and more intimate. There was pretty much no way to avoid
contact with another person in it and when you hit the capacity of four it
was just shy of being classed as an orgy. Travis was standing by the tub in
his board shorts as I filled it with 100 degree water. The tap allowed
precise temperature control and since I didn't know how long we'd be in it,
I went for a moderate temperature. When it was filled Travis dropped his
board shorts and stepped into the Jacuzzi and look back at me to do the
same. I didn't need any additional encouragement and slipped off my board
shorts too. It had all happened so suddenly I hadn't gotten hard yet, but I
don't think it mattered because I had an idea I'd be there quickly anyway.

As I get into the tub, Travis shifts over next to me.

"Did I disappoint you today Tim?"

I looked at him with a sly smile, "not yet."

He smiled back, "I mean in volleyball."

I pulled his body closer and he slid easily into me. Technically Travis is
`bigger' than me, he is taller at 6'2" and heavier at 170 pounds, but his
body is in the transition stage between lithe adolescent and hunky adult
man.  Even though I am ten pounds lighter, I am more bulked out and
muscular. I think Travis is looking for some comfort and reassurance.

"Why would I be disappointed? We took second against a very good
team. Which poses more questions, I'll ask later."

"You were a AA at one time, I just got my first A. I think we could have
won if I hadn't been cramping."

"We might have won if you weren't cramping, but Blake and Tanner are a
tough team. Who knows, maybe the four of us are all AA's and just don't
know it."

"Hmm, maybe. What questions did you have about Blake and Tanner?"

"You seem to know them better than you let on and there is something going
on between them, some chemistry thing."

"I do know them well, but we all downplay our friendship. I know them from
club volleyball, have known them since we were 12 probably, but that isn't
the reason I know them well or we downplay our friendship. Last summer I
was at the mall across the bay on Grindr. When I go on Grindr I either
leave the island or go to the Hotel Vic, where I know I am going to meet
tourists, not locals.

Anyway, there was this hot 19 year old, no face, just a naked pic of a
killer body and he was in the mall too so we arranged to meet. The hot "19
year old" was 16 year old Blake. We both kind of laughed, I was a "20 year
old."  We were also both a little embarrassed so we talked and confirmed
that we both had an interest in guys and that we could hook up, but we had
to maintain a certain detachment too in case someone questioned what was
going on. He and Tanner are a couple now, which is also very hush hush
obviously. Oh...  and they also do a very hot three-way, by the way."

I raised an eyebrow at him and he chuckled, but I didn't doubt that he was
speaking from experience, maybe considerable experience. The thought of the
three of them drove my libido through the roof. I wondered the effect on
Travis, so I slid my arm that was wrapped around him lower. I hit his cock
even sooner than I expected. I knew from the pictures and vids with Mikey
it was easily 7½ inches, but seeing it was one thing, feeling it was
another.

"Oh good memories," I asked him.

"Very good," he sighed and lay there with his eyes closed as I slowly
explored his dick, his patch of pubic hair and his happy trail.

"Very good indeed," I replied as I ended my exploration.

"You like?" he asked with his eyes still closed.

"Hard to tell, I judge by taste too," I whispered in his ear.

That got one eye open and a smile. He turned more towards me and tilted his
head back. If I've ever seen an invitation to kiss someone, this was it and
I accepted. I kissed him gently and slowly, no tongue, just a slow
methodical kiss. His curiosity got the better of him as his hands explored
my cock too, also slowly and gently. His curiosity satisfied there he moved
back to paying attention to the kisses and indicated he wanted to advance
things a bit by opening his mouth. We did start to French, but also
slowly. I wasn't sure if it was how Travis was normally or if he was worn
out from the day.

"Are you sore? Tired?" I asked.

"Both, but not too sore or too tired to rock your world," he said with a
smile.

"So what are we waiting for?"

"I was going to soak a bit more, but if you want to go get some supplies
now I'll meet you out there," he said indicating my rock garden off the
shower.

That was hot, not even Randy and I had done it in the rock garden. I went
into my bedroom and grabbed two kinds of lube and three condoms. I didn't
know if Travis meant a condom when he said `supplies', but he didn't say
just lube. He was dried off and lying on the teak chaise lounge. The
temperature was pleasant because it was getting to be dusk. I left open the
doors on both sides of the shower since I wasn't sure how stuffy it might
be if no breeze blew through.

"Bravo, three condoms, I like your optimism," he cracked.

"I wanted to give you a selection, but I am okay with two for you and one
for me," I teased.

"I am too," he said huskily, "and what were you saying about `taste' being
part of your criteria for judgment?"

He didn't need to ask twice, I lay the supplies down and got in between his
legs. His cock was already hard and at its full 7½ inches and thick, a
real man sized mouthful. I lifted his cock away from his body and swallowed
him whole all the way down. Travis groaned and arched his back. He didn't
have a bushy set of pubic hairs, but he did have a sexy sweet happy trail
that I was loving. I'd had fun with his younger peers the last few weeks,
but it was nice to have a manly man, even if he was a boy.

I gave him what I thought was a credible blow job for about ten minutes,
but not too aggressively. I didn't want him to have to work too hard when
he fucked me later, his ass had already had a workout today with all the
jumping in the sand. I did have one more task to accomplish before I turned
the controls over to him. I let his cock slap back down on his body and I
lifted those nice long legs exposing his hole to me. There are a few hairs
around it, very hot, very manly. I immediately put my tongue in his pucker
which gets a reaction out of him. Luckily it still smells and tastes like
chlorine from the pool, which is fine with me. Some guys love the mustiness
of the pucker, I just like the pleasure it gives my partner. As I work his
ring. Travis is jacking furiously and I don't really notice until he is
moaning and cumming. I was concerned about him having to do extra work when
he fucks and go too long in his tired state, but I'll assume he knows what
he wants.

"Tim, lie down here. I want to suck you a little while I recharge."

So we swap spots and I watch Travis' shaggy brown hair flop up and down as
he bobs on me. He is no rookie and soon has me pretty wound up. I am
relieved when he backs off, grabs the bottle of lube and starts to prep me
to get fucked. He inserts one finger, works it, then a second and finally a
third, which is a good thing. It has been awhile since someone as big as
Travis has plowed me.

"Okay, ready," he says as he rolls the condom down. "Where do you want to
start and finish?"

"I want to finish on my back, I want to see your face in the final minutes,
where we start is up to you."

"Get on your knees then and let's start there."

Thankfully his head and shaft are the same size. He is not one of these
guys with a monster, mushroom head that is twice the size of the shaft. I
feel his initial pressure so I push out then relax and Travis slips deep in
me on the initial penetration and then pushes forward slowly until I can
feel his pubes on my butt. I exhale and adjust a little.

"Ready cowboy?" Travis asks.

"Let it fly," I reply.

And let it fly he does. Travis holds my hipbones and starts to move. He
comes almost all the way out before rushing back in and slamming into
me. At first the pace is rather moderate, but soon he is moving at a fast
clip; not frenetic, but a good speed and he no problem banging my prostate
with each penetration. It is that weird mix of pain and pleasure you get
when a bigger guys fucks you. I lose track of time, but it must have been
twenty minutes when Travis stops and in an out of breath voice tells me to
turn over.

I do and Travis has no problem reentering me. He starts slow. I suspect he
too got lost in the moment last time and got too close so now he is going
to build and make this last for both our pleasures. He has his eyes closed
as he rocks forward and back and his hair flies forward to obscure his face
and then falls back. His countenance looks angelic. He shaves, but I'd
guess not more than once a week. His chest has a light dusting of hair and
there are a few hairs around his nipples.

I watch him for about ten minutes, lost in his world. He opens his eyes and
sees me watching him so he smiles and winks. Now he keeps his eyes open and
locks onto mine. His eyes are big and brown. It is a weird time to think
about it, but I wonder what nationality "Zahl" is. Travis has the fair
features of a northern European or maybe a Brit, but Zahl isn't
British. Who thinks about these things while getting pounded? I guess I do
because it distracts my mind.

"Three or four minutes Tim if you want to meet me at the pass," Travis
informs me.

"Do you want to pull out and shoot on me?"

"That'd be hot, I've never done that before."

I start jacking myself quickly and I am so very close when Travis pulls
out, rips off his condom and splooges all over me with five robust shots
that hit my upper chest and every place from there down to my balls. When
Travis is drained he lies down next to me and kisses me.

"Was that okay?"

"You know it was," I admonish him lightly.

"Oh I know," he says all cockily, "it's just nice to hear.

We lie there ten more minutes, quiet and relaxing.

"Don't suppose you can spend the night?"

"Oh I'd love to, but I'm not there yet with my parents."

"Do they know you are gay?"

"I am pretty sure, but we all tiptoe around it. If I called to say I was
spending the night, there'd need to be a reason...  like we were leaving
early in the morning to go to LA for a tournament."

"I'll note that and you look for tournaments in LA,"

"Done."

"We better shower now, they will wonder where I am," he sighs. "At least we
are close to the shower."

We take a shower, far shorter than I would have liked, but I understand. He
gives me a deep, long kiss as he leaves.

"Mmmmm, I'll check that LA volleyball tournament schedule."

As soon as Travis leaves I miss him. I wish he were a senior in college,
not a senior in high school. He would be a great boyfriend and exactly what
I look for in a serious relationship. He is good looking, intelligent, an
athlete, masculine and hell of a top.

I decide I'd better check on the three new folders Mikey's Collection and
see what is up with him.

"Bloody hell," I mutter to myself (I've seen too many Harry Potter movies).

There is a fourth folder that wasn't there this morning, `Rich'. Mikey was
at the beach all day today watching Travis and me. Maybe this was from a
few days ago and he just now uploaded it. I decide to open it first to
check it out.

The guy Mikey is with is `Waterman', the wrestler who was giving Drew shit
the other day, Cade is his first name I think. There is something not quite
right in the pictures and then it occurs to me it is my lanai on the same
couch Mikey and I fooled around on. I skip ahead a lot of pictures and Cade
is fucking Mikey on my bed. That little slut, whore I laugh to myself. He
must have grabbed my keys to `use the bathroom' and I am sure no one
noticed how long they were gone for. Before I check my surveillance vids
I'll see what is on Mikey and Cade's videos, there are five of them.

In the first video, Mikey is blowing Cade on the couch and Cade is
obviously holding the cam. Cade has a cute little cock, a bit over 5 inches
and not too thick, probably about the same as Mikey's. In the second video
they have switched places. Cade mustn't be very experienced because Mikey
is telling Cade how to do it. The third video they have moved to the
bedroom and Cade is fucking Mikey but the video starts when Cade is already
in. The fourth video is hot, wild and intense. Not only was the blow job
the first one Cade has ever given, he is going to let Mikey fuck him. Mikey
sets his iPad down so it will film without him holding it. I hear Mikey
talking Cade through it, what to do and when and what s going to happen. It
appears Mikey is now an expert. I'd love to give him shit about this, but
he can't know I have a backdoor access to his files.

Cade is uptight and apprehensive, but Mikey is calm and understanding and
they get to it. It only lasts about seven minutes, but what a seven it
was. Cade went from `ouch' to `oh fuck me' in those seven minutes. Video
number five is them showering and making out, again with the iPad filming
on auto.

I turn to the controls for my video cams around the house and find the
point where Mikey and Cade were coming in. It starts off innocuously
enough, Mikey and Cade are in the pool in their board shorts and I can see
them talking. They are too far for the cams to pick up the voice, but from
the look of the body language, Cade is doing some more of his braggadocios
behavior. The next thing I know, Cade's board shorts are off and in his
hand. Maybe he thinks Mikey won't call his bluff, but he doesn't know Mikey
very well, who not only pulls off his board shorts but throws them out of
the pool. His stance looks like one of defiance and Cade looks shocked. But
he can't back down with his bluff called so he tosses his board shorts onto
the deck as well.

Cade's body language is less sure and aggressive now. He is looking down
through the water at Mikey's dick. Cade says something and Mikey moves
closer and Cade reaches out and feels Mikey. He spends maybe a minute
feeling Mikey up and then I see him nodding his head. That must be the okay
for Mikey to feel him because Mikey takes Cade's dick, but he isn't just
feeling it, he is jacking it and playing with it; something he knows how to
do very well. Cade's head rolls back like he is in ecstasy. Mikey says
something and they head up from the pool to the couch. As they get to the
couch I can pick up the audio now.

"Are you sure?" Cade asks.

"Positive," Mikey answers.

Cade sits on the couch with his legs wide and Mikey kneels in between
them. Mikey pulls Cade's cock towards him and immediately goes down on him.

"Oh my gawd that feels so good," Cade tells Mikey.

Mikey gives Cade the iPad from his backpack and tells him to take some pics
and video and then he just plows away for a few more minutes as Cade just
soaks it all in and films.

"C..can I try sucking you Mike," Cade asks tentatively, "I've never done It
before."

"It's pretty easy," Mikey smiles and they switch positions.

Mikey talks Cade through it and based on Mikey's reactions, Cade must be a
quick learner. Mikey films for a bit and then asks Cade if he wants to try
something different.

"What?"

"69," Mikey says simply.

Cade gets all excited, because it is something he's seen on the Internet,
but this is all new to him for real. Mikey puts down the iPad (which
explains why there was no video of the 69ing) and lies down on the couch
and tells Cade how to position himself. As luck would have it, that puts
Cade's butt to the surveillance cam and gives me a perfect look at his cute
bubble butt and his small, dangling nuts. I can also see his cock as Mikey
moves up and down on it. Mikey starts playing with Cade's ass massaging it
and in doing so opens Cade's cheeks for a great view of Cade's pucker. Then
Mikey starts to massage Cade's hole from the outside, but never penetrates
it.

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming," Cade says and tries to pull out of Mikey's mouth.

Mikey won't have any of that. He uses his hands to move Cade's hips up and
down and Cade gets the idea and empties himself into Mikey. A minute later
it is Mikey's turn to tell Cade he is about to shoot so Cade rolls Mikey to
his back and makes him pump his hips the same way. It is cool to see Mikey
with his back arched, releasing into Cade's mouth. It also gives me a great
look at Cade's dick without Mikey's mouth on it. Mikey looks right at the
surveillance cam and winks. Son of a bitch!.

Mikey and Cade sit quiet and naked on the couch for bit until Mikey ups the
ante.

"Wanna fuck me," he asks casually.

Cade looks stunned, but enthusiastic and off they head to my bedroom with
the iPad.

I watch the full video of Cade fucking Mikey this time and it is so hot, I
jack off and cum even before Cade does and Cade didn't last very long.

With my libido sated for now I check out the next three folders, `Owen' and
`Paul', are not anyone I know and they are adults older than me, maybe much
older. I guess I need to talk to Mikey about quantity AND quality. The
older guys concern me on many levels, disease, not caring for Mikey,
control issues and more. I've known some of those guys to get very
possessive when they think a boy is `theirs.'

The Q folder, `Quint,' is cool. It is Hunter who Drew played volleyball
with against Travis and I that first day I played volleyball with the Court
#6 crew. He is a cute red head with hazel eyes and killer legs. I remember
him saying he ran cross country and played lacrosse when we chatted between
games. I am guessing the great legs and killer butt come most from the
cross country. The show between him and Mikey looks good, but I'll save it
for later.

I do a quick browse through the folders and it looks like Mikey has gone
back for seconds several places. Or it could be thirds and fourths for all
I know, but he has added pics and videos with Drew, Seamus, Nolan and
Joey. The videos all have a similar theme, Mikey getting fucked and fucking
back. I guess since he got his "first" with me, he figures it is okay to go
back to the guys he turned down before. I hope I get to Mikey before Deputy
Chief Budetti gets a chance to fuck him.

I really am beat from the day, but I do copy and then cut the scene between
Mikey and Cade from my surveillance hard drive and put is in my cloud
account. I also copy all the files in the Mikey Collection to my cloud
drive just in case Mikey ever deletes or loses them.

Sunday morning I decide I can use a healthy dose of God, so I go to the 9AM
service at Taylor Memorial Presbyterian Church where I am sure to bump into
my parents and Pastor McBride, who has been the pastor there since I was in
elementary school. The Presbyterian Church has softened its stance on gays
and now even ordains non-celibate gays as pastors, but Pastor McBride is
still pretty stiff necked about that. That has never stopped him from
treating me well or greeting me warmly, I just know his beliefs and he
knows mine.

My mother is tickled to see me, "first volleyball and now church. It feels
like you are a senior in high school again. Are you going to continue with
the volleyball?"

I shake my head, "only until Travis' partner is healthy. We are going to
try and pick up a tournament in LA at Manhattan or Hermosa if you are
interested."

"When you set it, let me know. A weekend at the Ritz Carlton could be fun."

The church service was fun and I joined my parents for brunch in the
Empress Room at the Hotel Victoria. It was a truly magnificent room and
meal. The room had hosted state dinners for Presidents Nixon, Reagan and
Bush One. The brunch was worthy of the room's heritage, even at $90 a pop.

Monday I knew I needed to get to the health club with all the food I'd
eaten on Sunday. No Mikey today, or at least I didn't see him, but the club
is so big it is always possible for him to be there and not bump into
him. I got my workout in, but never did see Mikey, but I did see some of
the guys I think have been eyeing me and I saw Joey and Seamus McCarty on
the basketball court, but I just waved since they were in the middle of a
game.

But oh, I did bump into Cade in the Jacuzzi in the wet area. It was hard to
look at him and not envision him as I had seen him Saturday night, but if I
did that, I'd get hard for sure.

"Hi Mr. Gallagher, I'm Cade Waterman. Remember me from the beach?"

"I do Cade and I think you can call me Tim, everyone else does."

"Thanks Tim, that's cool. I know you don't know me really, but can I talk
to you?"

"Sure, about anything. What's on your mind?"

"Not here, away from the club. In fact away from people, could we go to
your house?"

Oh good Lord, I wasn't sure I liked where this is headed.

"You hardly know me Cade, what if I am a weirdo?"

He smiled a little wearily, "no, you don't know ME. I could be the weirdo,
EVERYONE knows you."

I sighed, "okay. You want to go now?"

"You can finish your Jacuzzi first if you want."

"No, it's okay, I've got one at home if I really need one. Let's go now,
I'll meet you in the lobby."

I wasn't slow in my shower, but Cade was dressed and ready to go when I got
to the lobby. Dang, why did he have to look so cute. His hair was short and
a little spiky in front, he had on a wrestling camp tank top on and a pair
of wrestling shorts that looked like they were his from the 7th grade and
he was going into 10th now.

"Do you have a bike here?"

"No, I ran."

"Okay, we're off then."

We got in my car and drove back to my place, pulled in the back gate and
headed for the lanai. I got us both cold drinks with glasses of ice and sat
down on the couch where less than 48 hours earlier he was getting and
giving his first blow job. If he was uncomfortable, it didn't show.

"So here we are," I said to break the ice.

"Yes, we are," he replied a little nervously, "This is a little hard."

"No it isn't," I interrupted. "There isn't anything you can say to me or
talk to me about where I'll judge you, be mean to you or call you any
names. Just spit out what is on your mind."

"Everyone in wrestling knows you are gay and knows you came out just before
your senior year in college and you won your second NCAA title even though
you got a lot of shit."

"All true," I acknowledged.

"Do you regret when you came out? Would your season have been easier if you
hadn't come out?"

"My season might have been easier, but I have zero regrets. Do you know why
I came out?"

"No, not really."

"The summer before my senior year in college there was a great wrestler and
wrestling coach I knew well. Or thought I knew well. He and I had been on a
couple of USA Wrestling National Team trips together and we'd been on staff
for the California USA team at the Junior and Cadet Nationals. Anyway he
was coaching a high school wrestling club in the Los Angeles area and was
afraid he was about to be outed as being gay and he thought no one would
accept him. He thought no one else in wrestling was gay. So he hanged
himself.

I thought maybe if he'd known there was just one other prominent gay
wrestler he would have been okay. I wondered how many gay high school
wrestlers were thinking about suicide. I decided I just couldn't be quiet
any longer. If I could help one gay high school wrestler, or college
wrestler for that matter, then I didn't really care if I won another NCAA
title or not. The title was meaningless when compared to people killing
themselves or thinking about killing themselves. Do you get why I have no
regrets?"

"Yeah, totally."

"Now tell me how this relates to you, Cade," I quietly asked.

"I am sure you've guessed that I think I'm gay."

"I had an inkling. Are you thinking of coming out?"

"Nooooo," was his quick answer, "I was wondering if you thought there were
other gay wrestlers?"

"I KNOW there are other gay wrestlers. After I came out I got a lot of
shit, even from some of my own Stanford teammates, but as time went on I
found other college wrestlers, college coaches, high school coaches and
high school wrestlers saying quietly to me that they were gay too. Most
thanked me, a few told me they'd thought of suicide too, but now they
thought they could do it, go on that is. So yes, there are a good number of
gay wrestlers."

"What about at Serra Island High School? Do you think there is anyone on
the wrestling team who is gay?"

We are entering dangerous territory here, because I don't know Cade that
well. What if I tell him what I know about the guys I know who've had sex
with Mikey. Will he go off the deep end and out them inadvertently?

"I don't know for sure and even if I did know for sure I probably wouldn't
say anything without talking to them first on if they wanted to know about
and be known to a gay teammate. Some guys don't want to be out, some guys
can't afford to be out. They have parents who might be violent with them or
kick them out if they found out.

Let's say theoretically, if I did know someone who might be gay on your
team, would you want me to share your name with them? Can you afford to be
outed, if it happened?"

"I wouldn't want to be outed," Cade answers, "but I know my parents would
still love me and they wouldn't throw me out. So I guess in theory if you
knew someone gay on the wrestling team I'd be okay if they knew I was
thinking about my sexuality too."

"What about other guys at Serra Island who might not be wrestlers, but are
gay?"

Cade looks kind of distressed, "I know it sounds awful, but I don't want
any of the obvious guys in the drama club or the Show Choir; then I'd be as
good as outing myself."

"It's not awful, I get where you are coming from. I was talking about other
athletes in the same dilemma you are in."

Cade perks up, "are you saying...?"

I interrupt him, "I am not saying anything, I am talking...
theoretically."

Cade gets my coyness and says, "Use your judgment. I'd like to meet other
gay wrestlers, but if I can meet gay football players or gay basketball
players, that would be okay too."

We chat a few minutes more.

"Wanna finish your Jacuzzi?" Cade asks.

"Sure, I'll grab some towels."

Cade walks over to the outdoor Jacuzzi and peels his tank top. I gulped
when he drops his shorts and underwear too and walks into the Jacuzzi
naked. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised on a lot of levels. For one,
we were naked and in a Jacuzzi together an hour ago, no big deal, right?
For another, he knows I am gay, which is a rare thing for a guy his age,
knowing other guys who are gay, so he feels comfortable for that
reason. And last, he's just had his first chance to experiment a couple of
days ago. Maybe he's decided he needs to do some more.

Rather than make a big deal about it, I shed my clothes as well and join
him naked in the Jacuzzi. Now that Cade has the hard questions out of the
way he peppers me with questions about sex and technique and how to make
someone happy. He is obviously asking question based on the session he and
Mikey had. I think Cade would like a return engagement with Mikey and show
Mikey he knows some things too. It is a hard to pill to swallow when a 12
year old is teaching you sexual techniques and you are going into your
sophomore year.

"What is something I could do to a guy to really rock his world?"

I think of that amazing pucker Mikey showed the camera on Saturday.

"Do you know what rimming is Cade?"

"No, what is it?"

A smile crosses my face, a sly evil smile.

End of Chapter Seven