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NOTE: Special thanks to Matthew for his time and efforts proof reading and editing the chapters. Matthew just posted a new short story that is actually an observation and appreciation of one of the finest things we have. Look under adult/youth for "The Best Design Of All". Chapter Thirty-Nine: Second Time Around My real introduction to bodybuilding, and bodybuilding contests, came two weeks after the pool party. I naively thought I would see a group of men, and a few boys, walking around in brief swimsuits flexing their muscles. Billy, and David, and the boys, had tried to tell me what it was like, but I guess I didn't really let it all sink in. My first surprise, or awakening, came when we arrived at the hotel. There, in the lobby, was a group of men gathered together, talking. The one with the smallest biceps had to have arms as big as my thighs. His shirt was stretched about as tightly across his chest as possible without tearing. The other men, well, I just had trouble comprehending that a man's arms could grow that big. Another group was made up of several teens. These boys weren't just teens, they were drop dead gorgeous teens. I don't know who did their dental work, but I was willing to bet the guy had to be driving a Rolls, compliments of these boys' parents. Looking around, I spotted a couple of the fathers, or at least men who resembled the kids enough to make me think they were the boys' fathers. The twins wandered over to greet the teens, taking Michael with them. "Don't worry about them, Rick. Most of these kids all show up at the same shows and know one another quite well; they're good kids. I'll introduce you to some of the parents when we go to the contestants' social and briefing tonight after dinner. By the way, don't be surprised to see these kids eating some strange stuff just before a competition. Sometimes it's to help keep fluids and bloating down, other times it's superstition. Kinda like a woman as she moves through pregnancy." "You better be kidding. If Michael winds up pregnant, I'll lock 'im away," I answered, jokingly. "Oh, there is one thing I'll warn you about now. It's kind of an unwritten rule for boys and men. There's no sex for the contestants from the time you arrive at the hotel until after the contest. The guys think it's bad luck. However, after the contest, the parents sometimes leave the teens alone for the evening. You know, we sit in the bar having a few drinks and shoot the breeze or get into a card game; just something to give the boys some private time. Everybody knows what's happening, but nobody says anything. The boys think they got away with an orgy and we don't have the heart to tell them you can smell the sex three floors down. Knowin' Mike's assets, I'd say . . ." "So would I, in more ways than one." I turned around to see who had been listening to our conversation and saw a smiling David approaching us. "More ways than one, huh?" "Oh yeah," David responded, seeming to enjoy himself. "Wait until you see the crowd tonight. The director for this event tells me there are over two hundred contestants; just over half of that number is entered in the junior category. The youngest contestant is thirteen with the mode being just over sixteen. Should be quite interesting." "What should be interesting? The contest or the activity afterwards?" I teased. "Not sure. Have anything specific in mind?" It was time for me to shut-up. The three of us just stood there watching everyone, but concentrating on the boys. It seemed that just after time for introductions, one of the boys rolled up his sleeve and flexed his bicep. The result seemed to meet with approval. My guess was the boy had improved the size, shape, or something else related to the upper arm. One of the twins turned around and did some kind of pose that accentuated what I think the boys said was the lats. The next thing I knew both twins are poking Mike in the stomach with their finger. Mike, never being shy, lifted his shirt and did an 'ab roll' for them. That trick really brought out the laughter. Some other boys, and a couple of men, stepped over to admire my son's abs. Not knowing who these people were, I wasn't too sure I liked that idea. When I started to walk in that direction, David grabbed me by the arm. "Easy there, Da-ad. They're just admiring his musculature. No need to be the wet hen," David said protectively; but protective of whom? "He's a big boy and no one's going to bother him. Look at him. Does he look like he feels threatened in any way? Why don't I show you to your rooms? I reserved adjoining rooms for you on the concierge floor." Given Mike's level of common sense, or lack thereof, I wasn't sure Mike would know exactly when he should feel threatened. Admittedly, I knew that there were times I could be a little protective of my boys and, just maybe, this was one of those times. Besides, Billy didn't seem to be concerned about the twins. Billy let the boys know we were headed upstairs and they could hang around downstairs if they wanted. David took us up and showed us our rooms. We entered Billy's room first, which turned out to be a suite with two bedrooms. The larger bedroom had a balcony overlooking a park area and you could also see part of the entertainment parks. My suite was a two bedroom unit adjoining on the corner. We had balconies off both the bedrooms and the sitting room that looked out on two sides of the building. The sitting room balcony, and smaller bedroom, had the same view as Billy's balcony. One thing I immediately noticed about the larger bedroom balcony was the absolute privacy. The balcony overlooked what appeared to be a preserve, but was probably part of one of the nature parks. "Remind you of anything?" I hadn't heard David walk up behind me. The balcony did remind me of a special time. "It seems to be trying to jog some memory deep in the recesses of my mind, but the memory doesn't seem to want to come out for me," I teased as I stepped behind him and wrapped my arms around his chest. David leaned back into me and I could smell his freshness. No one would have heard any complaints from me if we could just stay like that for the rest of the afternoon. "Well, if your memory is getting bogged down, maybe I need to give it a refresher lesson. Remember, I'm not working all the time." He turned and smiled as we leaned into one another and exchanged a quick, warm kiss. "Hmmmm. Looks like you two might need to get a room just for yourselves," Billy commented as he walked out onto my balcony. David and I broke the kiss, but I kept him wrapped in my arms. "Nope," David said flatly. "I'm still working and there's a reception you two are expected to attend in a little over an hour. I'll head downstairs and tell the boys to head this way." David then turned his attention to me. "Have you told Michael about his little surprise?" * * * * I had attended many receptions during both my teen years and my adult life. Most were basically the same with finger foods and open bars. There would be enough wine and mixed drinks moving through the room to guaranty the sponsor a big, fat public relations bill. Never had I attended a reception like the one presented for the bodybuilders. The dress was casual with open collared shirts; some wore jackets. There were finger foods, most of which I had no idea what they were other than 'healthy'. Rather than the usual wine and drinks offered at the bars, the beverages consisted of V-8 juice or your choice of drinks mixed with ingredients I couldn't even begin to pronounce. The common element for all drinks was that they were non-alcoholic and healthy. The teens seemed to go for the protein shakes, and they weren't the kind of protein my boys liked to go after at home. At least, I was fairly sure they weren't. The décor was also very interesting. The tables, rather than small bouquets of flowers, were decorated with miniature ice sculptures of Greek statues, complete with fig leaf and well defined muscles. A couple of the tables had an ice sculpture that I thought was Atlas pressing a barbell over his head. Later, someone told me it was a representation of someone that had been a Mr. Universe. A friend had shot a picture of him during one of his workouts and that was used to create the sculpture. Complimenting the table décor were oversized posters, either hanging on the wall or set on tripods, of men posing in various contests. All of them wore very little and carried huge muscles. Their skin was so tight over the muscle that you could trace all of their veins. That much muscle did nothing for me and represented what I didn't want Mike getting into. Not all of the posters were of the over-muscled body variety. About half were of teens in posing positions. All of the teens looked nicely muscled without being overly muscled. Their bodies were smooth and fresh, as one would expect. There was something else about the teens; their expressions. Their eyes said the kids were enjoying themselves and happy. There was no suggestion of the deep seriousness evident in the adults. I spotted Mike and the twins observing one of the posters and then comparing it to another. If it was body building that turned him on and got him to dedicate himself to a goal other than reading every book in the library, I was willing to support his efforts. When he turned and saw me watching him, I just smiled. He walked over to me. "Dad, you see all these posters? They're kids that've competed in this kinda thing before." Mike acted a little nervous, looking at me and then pointing back to the posters. "Ya know, I think my body looks just as good as them." Somebody was fishing. "Michael, do you recall that Billy, the twins, and I tried to get you to sign up for the amateur portion of the contest? We think your body looks better than several that are shown on the posters." Mike couldn't help but grin and then looked down; his typical reaction to being a little embarrassed. I decided this was a good time to tell him about his little surprise. "Suppose we told you that it isn't too late for you to participate? How would you like that?" "No way!" That was not the answer I expected. I gave him a surprised look. "Dad, you don't just walk in and decide you're gonna compete. Ya have ta prepare for somethin' like this. I mean, I'd have ta start a couple weeks in advance ta get rid of any fat, and get my tan just right, and go through my workouts ta get pumped. You don't realize how much work these guys put into this." At first, I thought he was going to turn bashful on me and not want anyone looking at is body. Then, I almost felt like apologizing for offending someone. I just wasn't sure who I should apologize to. "As I recall, you've been working with the twins and Billy almost everyday. Billy says you're ready and in shape for this. Besides, you know as an amateur, and in the novice class, you're not competing for a trophy, but for advice from the professionals on how to improve yourself." "Michael," Billy interjected. "You know that you're been working hard. You're just as ready as the twins. How much of your hesitation is because you're afraid you won't do well, or nerves?" When Mike again looked down and didn't say anything, we had our answer. "Son, it's okay to be nervous," I told him as I placed an arm around his shoulder. "Just the thought of you competing on that stage and all these people watching you makes me nervous. But, I'm a parent and I'm supposed to be nervous; I want you to do well and feel good about it What I was hoping you would do is learn that you can do this sort of thing and do it just for fun. Have a good time sharing the experience with people that care about bodybuilding just as much as you." "Do you really think I can do it?" Mike asked, his eyes almost pleading with me, seeking the support I always tried to give my sons.. "Son, I know you can. I believe in you so much that I had Billy send in your paperwork with the twins'. You are already entered and get to show off your body tomorrow to all who want to look." I smiled as I showed him his entry. Mike looked like a deer caught in headlights until he saw some movement out of the corner of his eye. Three men and three boys joined the group. They wore only a Speedo and a sash. Billy quickly informed me that they were the winners and runners-up from the previous year and would be surrendering their titles if they did not win this year. A number of the teen contestants seemed to know the teenagers and gathered around them. There was more posing, flexing and poking as pictures were taken. The men stood in front of a curtain, posing for pictures. As I watched them, I began to feel my own arms and chest. Suddenly, I began to feel a little inadequate. My thoughts were broken when someone grabbed my butt. David was behind me. "That's okay. I think your body is just right. Look at these posters. I don't think I could go to bed with most of them. However, I do wonder if the old saying is true." I gave him a curious look; what old saying? "You know; big pecs, little pecker." He grinned at me. "I'll take the big pecker any day." "Anyone ever tell you there's a certain lack of subtlety in some of your observations?" I asked, eliciting another butt pinch from him. "Speaking of being subtle, how did Mike take his little surprise?" "In the beginning, he protested, but only half-heartedly. Seeing him here, I think he's actually glad we sent the papers in. This way, if he doesn't do well, I'll get the blame." I answered as I kept an eye on Mike, who had rejoined the twins to share the news. I then turned to Billy. "Billy, who are those two boys that just joined Mike and the twins?" "Oh, those are the Roberts brothers. They seem to be admiring Mike at the moment. This could lead to some interesting moments later on." "How so?" When Billy said 'interesting', I knew that I may not always agree with him. "The Roberts brothers have a certain reputation, or reputations, I guess I should say. They both work hard and are very serious about improving their bodies. They also live in a nudist camp with their parents and have a reputation for not only being privately gifted, but knowing how to use those gifts, particularly with the boys. From the way they are eyeing Michael, things could get interesting." "Great! Not only do I have to be nervous about Mike being in his first contest, now you tell me he could be the guest of honor in an orgy?" I moved around the room, sometimes alone, other times with Billy or David by my side. It didn't take long to realize that a number of the men in the room were the subject of one or more posters on the wall. As discreetly as possible, I would look at the poster and then at the man, trying to guess how old the poster photo was. In some cases it was obvious that the poster photo was several years old and several inches of muscle earlier. I was surprised when I came up to a poster identifying the man as Billy. It had obviously been taken several, several years earlier. "Pretty cool, huh, Dad," Michael said from behind me. I turned to see Mike standing behind me with the twins and the Roberts brothers. The brothers looked to be about the same age as my boys. They had beautiful tans, their hair was an almost auburn color with incredible green, penetrating eyes. "Hey, Dad, this is Gordon and James Roberts. They're gonna be in the contest and offered to show me some poses to help me out. We're gonna go up to the room and try ta work out some kinda routine; 'specially since you got me into this." Mike tried to sound irritated, but failed, miserably. His tone, smile and the twinkle in his eyes said he was actually getting excited about the whole thing. "Gordon, James, nice to meet you, guys," I said while Mike rattled on and I shook each of their hands. I wasn't completely sure I liked the way they looked at Mike and then at me. I wanted to ask them what they had on their minds, but knew I couldn't. I had to accept what David has said about Mike being a big boy. "Dad, their grandfather lives up near us." "Grandfather?" I repeated. "Would he also be named Gordon Roberts by any chance?" "Yes, sir," Gordon answered. "I'm Gordon Roberts the third." At that point someone could have literally knocked me over with a feather. Gordon Roberts was a major client of the bank. He was also known for being very prim and proper. I had to laugh at myself thinking of him visiting his son and grandsons at a nudist camp. Maybe the old man wasn't quite as prim and proper as everyone thought. "Don't you boys think you should hang around here for at least a few more minutes and maybe check out the competition?" "Da-ad," Michael moaned, eliciting light laughter from the other boys. "There's nothin' ta see. How can you scope the competition in a bodybuilding contest when everybody's wearin' clothes?" Okay, so the argument actually made some sense. I simply shrugged my shoulders and waived the boys off after telling Mike to be in the restaurant in one hour. I also invited the other boys to join us. At dinner, the Roberts brothers joined us. Their dad was sitting in the bar with some of the other fathers having drinks and eating steak and fried foods that they knew would offend the boys. I wondered why I wasn't in the bar with the other fathers. All the boys ate chicken and broccoli with steamed carrots; voluntarily! Billy and I enjoyed a nice thick steak with a salad. The steak dinner was almost ruined when Mike began giving us a lecture on why we shouldn't eat red meat. I reminded him that eating red meat gave me the stamina to keep up with them and put in a full day's work so we could afford to let him indulge his dreams; he got the message. When the waiter took our order, Billy and I just requested water with lemon. The boys asked for the drinks they had previously asked the waiter to keep chilled for them. Soon, the waiter appeared with two glasses obviously filled with water and five glasses filled with something green that looked like it was on its third recycling. The boys insisted it was an energy drink to help them the next day and did something to help purify their systems. Whatever. * * * * Preparing for bed, I waited until I heard the shower turn off in Mike's bathroom and then stepped into my bathroom for a nice, long, hot shower. My bathroom also happened to contain a Jacuzzi tub which was very tempting, but would also take too much time. I noticed there was a disposable razor on the counter, but didn't think much of it. It isn't unusual for hotels and resorts to offer such amenities to their guests. However, I used an electric razor, so it meant nothing to me. When I stepped out of the bathroom, I wasn't surprised to find Mike lying on my bed. Actually, I had been a little surprised that he even used the shower in the other bedroom. What did surprise me was how he was lying on my bed. He was at the foot of the bed with his butt right on the edge. His feet were pulled up and propped on the mattress, thereby exposing, or displaying, his full boyhood to my view. When I approached him, I saw that he had one arm folded so his forearm lay over his eyes and forehead. The other hand held a disposable razor that looked identical to the one I had seen in my bathroom. "Mike, is there some reason you're lying on my bed in that position?" "Yeah." He sounded like I was asking a dumb question. "I need for ya to shave my balls and crack. Gordon and James said I couldn't have any pubes showin' around those tights." "You couldn't shave yourself?" I asked, dumbly. "Daaad. You ever try shavin' your ass crack while holdin' your legs back and starin' in a mirror? Gordon and James offered ta help, but I did'n wanna get a hardon in front of 'em. Besides, you got me inta this, so I think you oughtta help." He tried to sound dead serious but the smile came through; I couldn't help but break into laughter. "No, I can't say that I have. I don't have any shaving cream, so we'll have to try it dry." "Uh-uh," he answered quickly. "I got the shavin' cream out of your bathroom but it felt kinda dumb tryin' to use it." The next few minutes were spent removing all the hair that I could remember my son thinking would never grow in, thus defining him as no longer being a little boy. While shaving him, I looked up and realized that he had shaved the hair from his arm pits; he did still have hair on his arms and legs. "Does the hair on the arms and legs have to come off too?" "Uh-uh. They said we're supposed ta look natural." I didn't ask for an explanation. Moving everything around, he naturally developed an erection which I was considerate enough to ignore; as much as one is capable of ignoring a battering ram. When I finished, I used a warm cloth to wipe off the excess cream and powdered him down to avoid chafing. "There you go, kiddo. Your bottom is now just as smooth as when you were a babe, and powdered the same, too." "Yeah, but it's cuter now," he answered, grinning and crawling up to get under my covers. When I managed to get into bed, Mike wiggled his way backwards so that he was spooned into me. He didn't hesitate to lift his right arm and pull my arm around is chest. With a little more squirming he found his comfort spot. With his head just below my chin I could smell the freshness of the shampoo he had used and enjoyed his warmth. Subconsciously, I rubbed my thumb over his nipple, causing him to squirm a little and whimper. When I did it again, he squirmed and whined. "Doooon't," he whined. "That makes me horny and I'm already horny enough, but I can't have sex. The guys said it was a rule that havin' sex just before a contest was bad luck and I had'n shot since I got up this mornin'." "Sorry, I wouldn't want to jinx the contest." "You wouldn't be jinxin' me. You know I'm entered as a novice and not ta be judged. They're just gonna admire my body and then tell me what I can do so I can compete. James and Gordon showed me some stuff I could do so my routine didn't look boring; you'll see. But, Dad, you can rub my back some if ya want to." * * * * The show was divided into two parts which could better be described as adult and junior. The 'adults' part also included some senior contestants, Billy being one of them. You could also describe the contest as being like night and day. The adults were quiet and very serious. We had to walk through their dressing area to get to the juniors area. As we passed through, most of the adults ignored us. A couple nodded and Billy told Mike to have a good time. The 'juniors' area was full of life. When we walked in, it seemed almost every boy looked up and nodded, waved or said something to us. I felt a little out of place walking in with Mike and the twins. Gordon and James were already there. Almost all the boys had some other things in common. There was hardly a piece of clothing to be seen, no pubic hair on anyone, and it seemed most spent a good deal of time in the sun, tanning all over, including deep into the crack area. A lot of the boys were busy spreading oil over one another's body. The youngest junior was thirteen and easy to spot. He was smaller, and more active, than the other boys. He was running around from one boy to another saying something and laughing, and they were laughing with him. He didn't seem the least bit bothered about being nude and flaunting what he had. With brown wavy hair, hazel eyes and a smile that belonged on a toothpaste commercial, he was definitely a looker. When we walked in, he stopped and turned towards Mike. I would have sworn that he was flirting with my son! The twins must have thought so too because they made a comment to Mike about being 'the one' after the contest. Something told me not to ask for an explanation. A look from Mike told me I was no longer needed and could leave. The contest began with the seniors which had eight contestants. It was obvious the men were older and nature, and gravity, were taking a toll. However, none of the men had any reason to be ashamed. I just hoped I could look that good when I got to be their age. One of the men must have been one of those guys who, in his younger years, pumped his muscles up beyond anything natural. His pecs looked more like sagging boobs, but he still had an impressive set of arms and abs. The seniors were followed by the juniors with a short break between the two groups. Just as they were about to begin the juniors session, I looked around and noticed that the audience had increased in size, considerably. "Rick, will you just sit still and relax," David admonished. "You'd think you were the one up there being judged. Listen, from what I hear from some of the staff, these juniors usually appear to be just having fun. They also enjoy indulging in a little exhibitionism." "If you'd seen what I saw in the dressing area, it's not a little bit of exhibitionism; it's a lot. I swear, I think the youngest one back there was trying to flirt with Mike." "Maybe he was trying to flirt with you," David teased. "Yeah, right." "Rick, sit back and look at the schedule. Mike will be about the sixth or seventh one out." David had pulled out a paper with handwritten notes. "After the cookout, and knowing the boys would be here, I came back and started asking a lot of questions about how these contests work. Mike is in the novice group. That group is then broken down by age, and Mike is one of the older boys." The first boy out was the flirt. I found out that his name was Bobby and this was his fifth time participating in a show. They showed pictures of Bobby from his first four shows and it was obvious that he had been working at improving his body. The kid's development was impressive, at least to me, for someone his age. I laughed to myself when I looked at Bobby and realized he was wearing posing trunks that were almost identical in color to his all-over tan. If the trunks didn't hide his boyhood, you would swear the kid was naked, and he probably intended it that way. The announcer was very complimentary about the boy. It turned out that Bobby was a ward of the state, having been abused and abandoned by his family. I found out later that the boy was sexually abused by his father and older brother. The father beat him and the brother beat him and sexually abused the boy. One of the caretakers at the boy's home was into body building and was responsible for getting Bobby into it. This made me believe Bobby lived at a home and I wondered how he managed the over-all tan in that environment. My natural nosiness, and concern, had me asking questions later. It turned out that Bobby now lived with his maternal grandfather who supported the boy's interest in body building. He was willing to turn his head to some of the boy's activities so long as they were not harmful and helped improve his self-esteem. Mike was contestant number six. When he walked out, I was stunned. I saw Mike every day. I had seen Mike standing in front of mirrors, flexing and posing. I was accustomed to him running around nude, sunbathing nude, and everything else nude. The kid standing on the podium, under those lights, was striking! I could not believe how those lights made his blonde hair, which he refused to cut, almost glow. The oil gave his skin a beautiful sheen and the lights created shadows that accentuated every muscle in his body. He wore light yellow posing trunks that left very little to the imagination. If he hadn't been my son, I would have wanted to flirt with him. At the beginning of his routine, it was obvious that Mike was nervous and more than a little uptight. As he progressed he seemed to gain in confidence and the smile changed from pasted on to genuine. The highlight came at the part where he was required to show muscle control. Each contestant did it a little differently, with most opting for some form of alternating their pecs bouncing around. One contestant turned and had his glutes bouncing to the tune of the music. Mike did his own thing, as usual, and did the ab roll routine. Usually, he just rolled the abs from top to bottom and back up several times. This time, he seemed to know the music and while he did let them roll from top to bottom a couple of times, he also stopped them in the middle, made a couple of bounces, and reversed the direction. The people in the audience screamed, whistled and cheered. Was I proud of him? That would be an understatement. * * * * David had to work during the latter half of the show and into the early evening. Mike received a certificate as most promising new comer for his age group. Bobby received a certificate for most improved. I found out later that the judges always had an award for Bobby at the shows. Everyone knew his story and wanted to encourage him. He was a dynamo of energy and, from what I could tell, a decent kid. After the dinner and awards ceremony, the boys all disappeared to hold their own celebration. The adults had a little party, but the kids were given their own space, music and whatever was considered appropriate for kids their ages to enjoy themselves. Also, after dinner, David joined me in my suite. Our first order of business was to get naked and enjoy the Jacuzzi. If you have never experienced being in a warm Jacuzzi with strong jets, a glass of wine, and a sexy, hot, ready-to-go piece of nature's greatest creation whose skin is smooth, soft, firm and slick, you should try it. Maybe hot wasn't exactly the right word; horny would probably be more accurate, mixed with a total lack of inhibitions. That was my David. We eased down in the tub, each holding a glass of wine. I found a nice strong jet to work on the lower part of my back while its sister jet sprayed between my thighs. David didn't bother to sit down until after he straddled my lap. We set the glasses of wine aside and, while he tried to choke me by sucking my tongue out of my mouth, I pinched and twisted his nipples. David had gorgeous nipples. They were plump and just the right size to squeeze between thumb and forefinger. As soon as I touched them the nubs became hard and he whimpered. I could also feel him trying to squirm his butt deeper into my lap. He definitely needed attention, and lots of it, this evening. I jumped when I felt him pull and twist my left nipple. He backed off from our kiss long enough to smile and laugh. While he distracted me with that beautiful smile, his other hand moved down and found my right nipple. He wanted to play a game of pay-back. I was willing to bet that I was better, this time around. Placing both hands under his firm butt, I lifted him. He had to release my nipples and place his hands on the wall to maintain his balance. It was no surprise that his manhood was standing out proud, and hard. With his rod level with my mouth, I ran my lips over the sensitive tip, eliciting a sharp intake of breath and slight whimper from its owner. Next, I opened my mouth and positioned it over the head, careful not to touch him. Inhaling through my nose, I exhaled slowly through my mouth; his breathing picked up a little. The cry I waited on came when my tongue began to circle the head, bathing it and teasing the small slit. I had to brace my arms to control his wiggling hips, but I wouldn't let him down. Every man enjoys oral stimulations to his package. All men want to avoid teeth making contact with the thin, silky skin encasing their dick. Sliding my mouth deeper onto his dick, I didn't place my lips over my teeth. Instead, I allowed my teeth to just barely touch him and then, using quick, short nibbles, ate my way down his shaft. "OOOHHH GAAAAHHD! . . .Rick . . .no . .don't . . .oh fuck! . . .mmmmppphhh . . . oh man, nobody's ever done that . . . . .aaaaggggghhh." My highly experience lover was experiencing something new. I smiled to myself. It was satisfying to hear his reactions. The pleasure was enhanced knowing that both of us knew he shouldn't move at the risk of hurting himself. I held him there as long as I could while he whimpered like a little puppy. He was definitely mine. Lowering him to my lap, I quickly wrapped my arms around him and tried to stand. He knew what I wanted and pushed up on the side of the tub with his arms. I carried him out onto the balcony where I sat on the chaise. Leaning back, he placed his knees to the side of my hips and looked down at me. "That was not nice," David told me. "But it sure was hot. I thought I was going to lose it all when you deep throated me." "I pulled him down and suckled his nipples; first the left; then the right. While I nibbled and licked his nipples he had a firm grip on my manhood which he was stroking up and down his crack. He pulled back and, in one movement, swallowed all of me. Talk about ready to lose it all. I bounced up off the chaise, but he didn't move. When he did release me, he lay so I could again suckle his nipples. I felt his arm moving and knew he was making himself ready. When he moved again, he held my shaft firmly, guiding himself into position. I expected him to slide down onto me, gently. When the head cleared his sphincter, he plunged the full length. "AAAAHHH!!" David cried out and began panting. At first, I was worried. He had done this with me before, but I hadn't played with him to get him prepared. He raised himself up, barely leaving me in him. Smiling down at me, he rotated his hips, teasing me. Suddenly, he plunged again and again; he cried out each time. This time I felt the sensitive head as it plunged along the silkiness of his inner shaft, and I cried out with him. We lay on the chaise for a long time. He lay on me and I held him as he gently rode me. Sometimes he would stop and I would raise my legs, gently pumping myself in and out of his magnificent body. We kissed and cuddled while he flexed his inner muscles, always stopping just before he pushed me over the edge. Somewhere along the way, his dick rubbing along my stomach caused him to orgasm, more than once. His fluids acted like a lubricant to make our mating easier. With both of us feeling exhausted, he finally took me over the edge and I felt like my balls were going to explode. The combination of pain and pleasure was exquisite. Afterwards, he lay on top of me and I rubbed his back while we recovered. "Am I interruptin' anything?" I recognized Michael's voice and he's the only one who would ask such a question. David and I raised our heads simultaneously to look at him. There stood Michael wearing nothing but a pair of posing trunks. "Not really. We were just resting," David told him. "Oh, good, 'cause I didn't wanna mess anything up. Ya know?" I couldn't believe it, he believed David. I wasn't surprised; after all, it took common sense to realize David was being facetious. "Michael, I'm afraid to ask. However, why are you . . ." "Dad, I'm sorry," Michael sounded almost like he was pleading. "David was just shittin' me, right?" "Yes, Michael, David was being facetious, or as you put it, he was just shittin' ya. However, now that you are here, I'm sure there is a reason, right?" 'Yeah, but it can wait until tomorrow." "Oh, no. Now that you are here, we want to hear it." I told him. "Well, if you're sure." I just stared at him. "Okay, it's about the party. You know, the one after the awards and all? All the boys had ta go back and put on fresh posing trunks. We all went into this room where they had some finger foods and drinks for us and there was some music too. Anyway, almost soon as I get there this kid, you know the one, Bobby, comes runnin' up to me and says he wants ta have sex with me and before I can answer, the little brat pulls my trunks out and grabs Little Mikey. I couldn't believe it. I mean, he's so young and he don't know me from Adam, right? "I told him he didn't even know me and he was too young. That's when he told me that he's had the hots for me ever since I got here. Remember how he pranced around and wiggled his ass in front of us earlier?" I nodded my head and wished this would be over soon. "Anyhow, he claims that some of the other boys dared him to come up to me and tell me he wanted ta have sex. I told him they were right 'cause he was nothin' but trouble for me if I did it. He claimed that the doors were closed and it was off limits to adults for the night. Then he told me I wouldn't believe some of the shit that was gonna happen. He laughed and asked me why I thought we got almost naked before starting the party. He said it was ta save time. "Anyhow, he also told me that there was a bet goin' and if I didn't let him suck my cock, that he was gonna have ta let one of the other guys fuck 'im. Dad, can you believe this shit? This kid is standin' in the middle of the room with all these other guys listenin', tellin' me this stuff." "Okay, I'll take the hint," I told him. "What did you do?" "What could I do? I asked him who he was gonna let fuck him. He said he wanted me ta do it, that way he'd get a taste of my dick win or lose. That's when I found out he was a virgin. I told him there was no way I was gonna fuck him, win or lose. He's too young, Dad. I told him he needed ta wait and keep that part of him for someone special." "Back to my question. What did you do?" It was an effort to keep my patience. "One of the guys whispered in my ear that Bobby wasn't a pure virgin. Maybe he had'n been ass fucked, but he had a talented mouth. Bobby said if I didn't let him have sex with me, the guys would razz him forever. He didn't wait for an answer before he was reaching for Little Mikey again. I let him hold Little Mikey but told him that if he blew me then he had to let me do somethin' to him." This time I looked at Michael without saying anything. "Dad, you wouldn't believe this kid. He may be young, but he sure knew how to work Little Mikey down his throat. When he swallowed me, my legs gave out and I fell to my knees. He never stopped suckin'. Not even when I rolled onto the floor and pulled him over me. While he sucked me, I rimmed him. He had a real nice pucker. That little brat pulled two loads outta me. If he'd been older, I would'n a minded . . . ." "Micheal." He kept rattling on. "Michael, look at me." I said firmly. "Sir?" "Goodnight, Michael, goodnight." "Oh. Guess you guys want to be left alone. Okay, I can tell ya the rest tomorrow. I gotta get back to the party," He called back as he went out the door. "It's like bobby said though, you would'n believe the shit that goes on at these parties. I can't wait till the next one." "The rest?' I said looking at David. "There's more than him sixty-nining with a thirteen year old in the middle of a party?" I sat there a moment. "I think I could use another glass of wine." "Make it two. I can't wait to hear what the staff will be saying tomorrow." End Ch Thirty-nine To be continued Contact Dwight Wilson at adm2780@yahoo.com