Date: Fri, 13 Feb 2015 11:57:11 -0800
From: Matthew C <matteo_84cdm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mikey & the Health Club, Chapter 17 Gay Male Adult Youth

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17 Mikey and the Health Club

By Matt Kendrick

It is late Friday afternoon in early November. Hunter is off to the Bay
Area doing campus visits at Berkeley and Stanford, the rest of the crew
that I've become friends with over the last six months are off on various
dates and activities. Everyone is paired up now, even little Ryan informed
me that he and Sean Francis were boyfriends now. Everyone, but me of
course. Yes, it is partially by choice. I could have pressed Hunter harder,
but I really think we are better off with leaving things open for now.

So what hot spot am I hanging out at in Serra Island this Friday as evening
approaches? The library of course. The Serra Island Public Library is a
very modern building with a great collection for such a small city. The
business section is especially strong, which is what brought me here
today. The business section is in the library basement along with the music
and DVD collections as well as private, soundproof rooms for listening to
the music and several of the soundproof rooms have pianos in them. A couple
of the rooms are even big enough for a string quartet to fit in. With the
library being directly across from the high school, the music rooms are
well used, but in general the basement is very quiet. When I go there
during the day to use the business section I am often the only one in the
basement study area.

Today being a Friday is no exception, it is even quieter, if that is
possible. I think I am the only person in the whole basement. I think that
at least until I hear a door open and close and I realize someone must be
using one of the soundproof music rooms. I see a tall slender figure
refilling a water bottle at the drinking fountain, when the figure turns I
see it is Rhett Berkow, who seems to do some of his best work in the
library. He spies me, lights up and comes over.

"Hi Tim, what brings you to the library?"

"Just using some of the business resources, and you?"

"I am going to try out for the lead in Jersey Boys, our Spring musical, so
I wanted to get a jump on competition. I am using one of the rooms to
practice."

"I didn't think you had any competition for leads in the musicals at school
Rhett," I say, complimenting him in an offhand way.

"I never take anything for granted, look what happened to poor Sharpay," he
replies, referencing the fictional character from High School Musical.

I laugh, "true enough, you don't want a jock or some new girl acing you out
of the lead."

Rhett looks down shyly, "you said before you'd like to see me solo. I don't
suppose you'd want to come back to the room and hear me sing would you?"

"Sure, that sounds great actually. Let me unplug my laptop and put it in
its case and I'll be right down."

Rhett blushes, although I am not sure why, and says, "cool. It is room #6,
just come down when you can."

I pack everything away and hustle down to the room. Rhett is sitting the
piano and even though I can see he is playing and singing I can't hear a
sound. He motions me to come in and he keeps singing. He is singing "Walk
Like a Man" and obviously singing the Frankie Valli part since he is trying
for the lead. I am amazed that he can hit the falsetto tones so well. He
finishes the abbreviated version and I clap softly.

"Bra-Vo," I say, "that was great. I can't believe you can hit those high
notes."

"Oh yeah, I gotta reach down and give my balls a good squeeze first," he
jokes and then blushes again like maybe he's said the wrong thing.

I ignore his discomfort, "go ahead and keep going, don't let me interrupt
you."

"I only have a few more to go. You can be my audience, so I'll sing them to
you. I really want people to feel like this is a theatrical performance,
not a Four Seasons concert."

He launches into the next song, which is "My Eyes Adored You." As he sings
it, with the emoting from his facial expressions I do feel like he is
singing it just for me, to me. I don't know if he singing it to me Tim and
he is trying to convey a message, or if he is just acting. Whatever it is,
it stirs a response in me. I am captivated. `Wow', is all I can say when he
finishes.

"Really? Did you like it? Did you feel a connection?"

"Yeah, that was some great acting, not just singing."

Rhett looks pleased at that feedback. He next launches into "Working My Way
Back to You" and after that "Can't Take My Eyes Off of You." He sings
"Can't Take My Eyes Off of You" to me so directly, so sensually and into my
eyes that I feel like Alice in Wonderland falling down the rabbit hole only
I am falling into Rhett's deep blue eyes. As he finishes the song neither
of us speaks for a moment and then Rhett breaks off the eye contact and
looks down. I think something in him stirred too.

"I... I ... need to use the restroom," he pauses and for a moment I wonder
if he is going to ask me to join him in there, but instead he asks, "will
you be here when I get back?"  "Of course," I answer.

When Rhett stands I think I can see an outline of his dick stretching down
his thigh in his skinny jeans. Luckily he isn't looking at me so I can
stare. Maybe he is not looking at me on purpose so I can stare? In any
case, when he comes back from the bathroom a moment later there is no
discernible outline; maybe I imagined it.

We both start to speak at the same time and then laugh at that, `you go
first' Rhett says.

"I was going to ask if you had dinner plans tonight," I say to him.

"Funny, I was going to ask you the same thing. No, I don't, my parents are
out with friends tonight. I was going to run by De Stefano's or someplace
like that and grab something quick," now he hesitates, "so does that mean
you'd have dinner with me?"

"Yes, I'd love to have dinner with you."

"I'm 18 you know," he blurts out, and then rolls his eyes like, `gawd why
did I say that'.

I smile thinly, "no I didn't, but congratulations. What kind of food do you
like?"

"Oh I eat anything... I mean I'm not picky about food."

I think Rhett is stuck in a mode where he is seeing the double entendre of
everything he says because he is blushing and can't look at me so I change
the topic.

"I assume you drove here?"

He nods yes.

"So let's drive to my house. You can follow me and park in the back
driveway and then we can go from there."

Rhett agrees so he follows me down to my house and through the back
gate. He parks his car on the driveway and joins me in my car, which I
drive through the garage and out the front driveway, closing the two garage
downs behind me.

"That is pretty slick he says, I've never seen a garage with front and back
doors."

"I got the idea from the fire house. As long as the garage was detached
from the house it made a lot of sense to me. I am really glad I did, the
back door is just so convenient sometimes."

I don't really mean anything by the comment, but Rhett chokes or coughs
anyway.

"How does sushi sound?"

Rhett nods, "sounds great."

We head to Saiko on the bay side of Serra Island. Instead of sitting at the
sushi bar I opt for a booth in the back recesses of the restaurant so Rhett
and I can talk openly about topics that I am not sure how open he is to
talking about crammed into next to people. At this point I don't even
really know if Rhett is gay or not. I mean I have my suspicions; he is into
Broadway musicals, drama and blow jobs for basketball players, but none of
those is really definitive, not even giving BJs out.

"I'll pick some appetizers, you can choose the sushi for us; how does that
sound Rhett?"

He agrees and when I ask him what he wants to drink he says with a grin,
"sake goes well with sushi."

It does, so I order a carafe of Sword of the Sun Tokubetsu Honjozo and our
waiter brings it with two glasses and never bats an eye.

"Kanpai!" the two of us say at the same time.

For appetizers I order their duck tacos, some Japanese fried chicken
(karagi) and tempura. Rhett and I eat slowly, enjoying our conversation
made a bit looser by the sake. Rhett is charming. He is slightly more
animated and effeminate than the guys I date usually, but I don't find it
off putting.

We are 45 minutes into dinner when we get around to actually ordering
sushi. I am not sure if Rhett is ordering what he likes or if he is
ordering to impress me with his sushi sophistication, but he mostly eschews
the standards of salmon and tuna and instead goes for the monkfish liver,
sea urchin, amberjack, tuna belly, butterfish and the like. He smiles at me
slyly as he orders another carafe of sake, only the Song of the Sea Junmai
Ginjo Sake this time.

An hour later I am feeling a pretty good buzz, so much so that I stay off
the direct route back to my house, and circle the long way, which is really
only half a mile longer. If I am buzzing I know that Rhett at 6' and barely
130 pounds has to be really buzzed so I am not going to let him go anyplace
anytime soon.

I turn on the fire pit with the glass balls and the overhead heaters, so I
know the lanai is going to be warm soon. I settle on the couch in front of
the fire pit. Even over an almost two hour dinner we really didn't discuss
sexuality or who Rhett might have dated in the past so I still don't really
know if Rhett is gay or not. Or at least I don't until he cuddles into me
on the couch.

"Mmmm," he says in a dreamy voice, "I had this whole plan to ravish you at
the library, but now this is so nice, just lying here like this."

I had a soft jazz station playing on the TVs, the blue flames were dancing
over the glass balls in the fire pit and the moon, while not quite full is
still glowing and romantic. Rhett and I haven't said a word in ten minutes
and I think we are both okay with that. Rhett stirs and clears his throat.

"Can I ask you a question Tim?"

"Of course."

"Well two actually; one, I don't really feel like driving home, can I crash
here tonight?"

"Of course on that too, just clear it with your folks. What is the second
question?"  "Can I take off these dang skinny jeans, they are killing me."

I look down into his blue eyes and earnest face, "do you have plans to
ravish me?"

"Probably."

"Call home and meet me in my bedroom through those doors over there."

I leave Rhett on the lanai to call his parents and I head into my bedroom
to get out of the clothes I've been in all day. I am down to boxers only
when he walks in. He smiles and raises one eyebrow.

"All cleared with my mom as long as you have a toothbrush I can use."

"Got ya covered Rhett," I smile back.

I slip on a terry bathrobe, Rhett sets his phone on the table, kicks off
his shoes and unsnaps his skinny jeans and pushes them down.

"Oh gawd that feels so good," he sighs.

Looks pretty dang good too. He is standing there in boxer briefs and there
is a sizable lump in front so I am pretty certain I did see an outline of
his dick at the library. There just isn't a lot of room in skinny jeans to
hide something like that when it gets hard. He slips off his shirt too and
comes over to where I am standing. He is absolutely gorgeous to look
at. Yes he is really skinny, not like the built athletes I am used to. Even
as slender as Ethan and Hunter are, they are all muscle because of their
running. Rhett looks softer, but not in a negative way. He stops in front
of me, unsure what should happen next so I take the step forward into him,
wrap my arms around him and lean in for a kiss. It is weird because Rhett
while is slightly taller than me he is also so much slighter.

Rhett's lips are ultrasoft. His kisses are passionate without being rushed,
intense without being aggressive. With our bodies mashed together I can
feel his cock stiffen and I am sure he can feel mine matching it. I slip my
hands down the back of his Ralph Lauren boxer briefs to knead his tiny
buns. For a long legged boy Rhett has a really tiny bottom. My hands easily
cup each cheek. I also think he has gained some confidence, because he has
stopped asking questions and permissions. He just slides down my boxers and
I kick them away; he then similarly drops his while I hang onto his butt.

"Do you want to go back outside or get in bed," I ask, briefly breaking the
kiss.

"Back outside... in a minute," he answers as he slides down my body until
he is on his knees and takes me in his mouth.

Lots of guys have certain acts or positions they like. For me, my thing is
rubbing my dick through guys pubic hair and blowing a load on their
chest. With Rhett I wonder if he likes giving head on his knees. In the
video I saw with him and Joey, Rhett was on his knees and here he is with
me now. Some people might see the position as submissive, not me, I see it
as Rhett being in control because he has me completely under his spell
right now. My instinct is to move to the bed and 69 with him because I am
really into the system called reciprocity, but I feel powerless to
move. Rhett is in charge. In five short minutes he brings to an amazing
orgasm.  "No we can go back outside," he smiles sweetly and seductively.

I grab a robe for him too, but like me, he doesn't close it. We return to
the couch in front of the fire pit. Rhett lies down, pulls me on top of him
and lays a lip lock on me. He is underneath me, but I feel he is in control
still. Slowly though I assert some dominance, kissing down his neck, over
his erect nipples, along his smooth torso to the small field of brown pubic
hairs. I lift his erect dick off his body and lick down it slowly. Rhett is
a good sized boy, probably close to 7 ½ inches, maybe even longer and a
great thickness. I can get my thumb and forefinger just around it, so that
means it is something around 5 inches, which I think is just perfect.

I spend a little time, licking, sucking and stroking his dick, but I have a
bigger target in my sight. I pull off his cock to kiss inside his thighs,
lift his legs to expose his taint to me, which I lick and kiss before
pushing his legs even higher to expose his furrow to me. Rhett shivers as I
lick around the outside and moans when I force my tongue inside. I rim him
a good long time and thumb along the outside of his hole.

"So fuck me already," Rhett whimpers.

I pull the bottle of Wet Ecstasy Cooling out of my robe pocket and start to
apply it to Rhett and inserting my fingers.

"Oooo, Wet Ecstasy Cooling, nice call Tim."

"Not your first rodeo Rhett?" I ask with a laugh.

"Hey, I'm a gay boy on an island with 10,000 sailors, what do you think?"
he giggles.

I slip my robe all the way off because it will just be in the way and
Rhett, slips out of his too and throws it on the deck, on top of mine. The
head of my cock slips easily into Rhett so I insert gradual pressure until
the rest slides all the way in. Rhett shifts his position a little and then
nods. I start my in and out movements and the movements morph into
thrusts. The thrusts give way to pistoning with my knees off the
couch. Rhett is a moaner and a talker, but his talking is soft mutterings
like, `oh yeah baby', `that's the spot', and `give it to me'. Normally I
don't like a lot of talking, but Rhett's is kind of sexy.

I let him know as I get close so he starts jacking himself; his cum starts
to fly just before I unload into him. His moans became guttural grunts as
he emptied himself. I slipped out and went to kissing him. Release hasn't
cooled any of his ardor, the make out session is intense and we don't break
until Rhett's cum is causing us to stick together so we giggle and decide
we'd better shower.

The shower is sweet and sensual. Rhett and I make out, fondle while soaping
and rinsing each other, but no major sex. It is kind of cool
actually. After we have dried we retreat to my bed and cuddle up. I want to
hear more from Rhett about his time with 10,000 sailors.

"Mmmm," he starts, settling in next to me, under my arms, "I came out to a
few friends in the 7th grade, not that I really needed to. I was already
into theater and drama, I was dramatic and effeminate and everyone pretty
much assumed it and it was true. Not that it helped me much, mind you,
since no one else was out. The few I had my suspicions about avoided me
like the plague lest they be labeled gay. By 8th grade I was ready to act
on the stuff I was seeing on the Internet. I wanted to have sex, all of it,
everything.  I found out pretty fast from the Internet that if I couldn't
get it at school I could get it from men. They'd give me all kinds of
attention and compliments online. Trouble was, the men on the Internet I
was having cyber sex with were in Germany or Kansas or someplace like
that. Even Los Angeles seemed too far, although I had men offering to drive
to meet me from as far away as Phoenix. That just seemed creepy, even if
the cyber sex was good. I still wanted the real thing though.

One day before school I was at Starbucks and I recognized a guy that I had
done cyber with. I was shocked. He was a guy who'd never told me where he
was and didn't seem anxious to meet in person. He was pretty content to do
private cyber off my Stickam account. He saw me looking at him, then did a
double take and ran out of Starbucks like he was on fire. He was wearing a
navy uniform, 1st lieutenant and he was a SEAL. No wonder he didn't want to
meet me in person.

That night I figured he'd show up to my Stickam site and he did. He wanted
to go private immediately so we did. He was completely freaked that I was
going to out him and begged me not to tell anyone. I told him of course I
never would, but I wanted to meet him for real and talk. We agreed to meet
in the library downstairs in the back, where no one ever went. He came
dressed in civvies and was still freaked by seeing me for real. The longer
we talked though the more relaxed he got. Then he went from relaxed to
horny when I started rubbing my bare foot on his bare leg under the
table. Long story short, I got and gave my first ever blow job that
night. Neil, that was his name, taught me that there were a lot of guys
just begging for sex, especially from a guy like me and a lot of them
cruised the library or the health club. I didn't belong to the health club,
but I did have a library card."

I wish I could describe the evil, happy grin on Rhett's face as he relived
that night.

He continued, "that was the first of many encounters through the library
over the last five years. I discovered other spots like the bookstore, the
Hotel Victoria, the beach by the ferry landing and a few others. A lot of
the guys, probably most were navy guys, either from the SEAL base or the
naval base, but not all. I had a few surprising encounters in the library
from guys from high school; from supposedly straight athletes. But kind of
the unspoken understanding was that I wasn't going to bust their balls at
school and out them and they weren't going to treat me like a leper at
school. I don't even know if all the guys were gay or bi or just hormonally
crazed teens not getting any from their girlfriends.

Anyway, that's my story. I haven't really dated anyone, but then again I
haven't wanted to, at least not any of the guys at school I knew were
gay. Now there are more guys coming out that I might consider it,, but now
I am thinking `do I want to date a high school boy'? I've liked the men
I've been with and the sex has been great. Now that I am 18 and being gay
in the navy isn't against the rules, I might try and date one of them... or
someone else."

Rhett bats his eyes at me like a coquettish diva.

I laugh, "If I were looking to date Rhett, you'd certainly be a top
consideration, but right now I am dating and seeing what happens in a
couple of relationships."

"A couple," he asks, "more than Hunter?"

I am not surprised he knows Hunter and I are more than friends since he saw
us at the opera together. But I am more discrete with some of my other
loves. He doesn't press for more names, but he does press for more luvin',
so I tell him if he wants more, he has to top me.

He does a fake whimper, `if I must', but there is also a gleam in his
eye. For a slightly to the fem side guy, he is all man and butch when it
comes to topping. I was suitably impressed.

One more shower after that and we settled into bed for a comfortable nights
sleep. I did notice the next morning when I bought him breakfast at Harry's
Coffee Shop that I got more than one jealous look from navy boys in having
breakfast too.

Two weeks later we are getting close to Thanksgiving, in fact it is the
Monday before and I get a call from my mother saying I have to come
over. She won't say on the phone what it is, but I can tell it isn't
good. When I get there Felix and Christian are in the front room looking
apprehensive, but my mother is still tight lipped. Next Mikey shows up and
my mother whispers something in his ear. Mikey nods and goes to sit with
Christian, taking his hand and smiling. The final two guests show up,
Deputy Chief Budetti and CPS Supervisor Julie Rodgers, now I know it can't
be good news.

Tony clears his throat and begins, "boys, I am afraid I have some very bad
news. I got a call from the federal police in Sinoloa. I am sorry to say
your mother and father have been killed. When the identities were
confirmed, the police there called Serra Island to get information. All I
can tell you is they died quickly and with no pain; apparently your father
ran afoul of the cartel down there."

Tony stops and waits for the boys to react. Felix is biting back tears and
Mikey has his arm around Christian, who seems oddly unaffected. Felix too
sees that Christian is apparently emotionless.

"I know he was bad to you Chris and Mama did nothing to stop him, but still
you have to feel something."

Christian shrugs his shoulders, "I feel happy he will never beat me or try
to kill me again. Maybe later I will feel bad, but honestly, I just feel
relief; relief that I can't get hurt again and that I can stay here."

Christian now gets a panicked look on his face, "I can stay can't I"

Julie smiles a thin smile in the face of the deaths, "yes, you can stay for
now, it doesn't change much except now it opens the possibility of someone
adopting you so that might mean a change to someplace else down the road."

"Bob and I have already spoken about it," my mom interjects, "even before
Tony called us we'd talked about wanting to adopt Christian. We are in our
early 50's, good health and financially stable. Do think we'd have a chance
Julie? Assuming you'd want us to Christian?"

Christian nods vigorously, "I want nothing more."

Julie's smile is a bit more relaxed now, "I was hoping you'd feel that
way. I can't see any obstacles as long as Felix is agreeable."

Felix now nods too, "I want what is best for Chris and the Gallaghers, all
of them, have been so kind and generous with us. If Chris is happy and the
Gallaghers want to adopt him I will support you any way I can."

"I can recommend a good adoption attorney for you," Julie continues after
hearing the affirmations, "and I think we can turn the next custody hearing
into an adoption hearing instead. With the support of CPS and no one
opposing, I cannot imagine a judge not stamping his or her blessing on it,
it is an easy one off their desk leaving more time for the thornier cases."

"There is also the matter of your parent's house Felix, I know you've been
living there and keeping up the mortgage payments, but you might want to
hire an estate attorney to make sure you can stay and there are no issues."

Before Felix can speak, I do, "I have a good friend at Luce Forward who is
a top estate attorney. I can get Brian, Brian Sterling is his name, to look
into the matters for you. Brian owes me some big favors so it won't cost
you a dime."

"Are you sure Tim, your family has done so much already."

"I have it covered Felix, don't worry."

Actually Brian doesn't really owe me any favors, but he will after I hire
him at his outrageous hourly rates. I just know that if Felix knew I was
paying he couldn't afford Brian and he'd get some crappy cut-rate shyster
who might rip him off. I'll feel better knowing it is handled the right
way.

The `official' meeting breaks up and smaller groups form; my mother is
getting the information from Julie; DC Tony is talking to Felix so I pull
Christian aside.

"You know Chris, you may not feel anything now, but you may later and you
may feel guilty about not feeling anything. I have another friend who is a
psychiatrist, specializing in adolescents. How would you feel about talking
to him; his name is Peter Bentnick."

Christian chortles, "peter bent dick!"

I pull Christian into my side with a sympathetic side hug, which is just a
ruse so I can dig my fingers into his armpit, an old wrestlers torture
technique.

He squeals and giggles, "okay, okay I'll speak to Dr. BentNICK,"
emphasizing the correct pronunciation this time.

I drop my voice even lower, "You can talk to him about anything you know,
even the Empire Beach stuff if it bugs you. That could have serious
consequences, but if there are lingering issues that bother you, take care
of yourself first."

Christian rolls his eyes, "no I am good on all that old stuff, really. I've
got you and Tony if I need help, but I don't, I really am good with all
that."

By Thanksgiving things have settled down a little over the news of the
death of Felix and Christian's parents. We have a nice family Thanksgiving
supper in the late afternoon that includes all my cousins, aunts and uncles
plus Felix and Christian. My aunts faun over Christian and a couple of my
younger cousins flirt with Felix. By about 6PM I am ready to head home. I
love my relatives, but family gossip and small talk gets to me after a
while. Christian asks if he can come with me. I think he is exhausted from
all the attention too.

Soon after getting home, I start getting calls from the other guys, they
are over their family time too and want to know if they can come over. By
7PM I have a house full of gay teen refugees including Mikey. Some of the
boys are swimming, sans bathing suits as is the norm at my place now, a
couple are shooting hoops, a couple are playing video games and there are
two couples making googly eyes at each other and cooing, including Mikey
and Christian.

At 7:13PM things take a very interesting turn when I get a phone call on my
iPhone and see who it is calling.

"Happy Thanksgiving Mateo, to what do I owe this pleasure?"

"Happy Thanksgiving Tim!" Mateo returns my greeting, "I am in Serra Island
with my parents and you said to call if I ever got down this way and ..."

He pauses and his voice trails off so I finish for him, "and you are so
over family time right now and need an escape."

"Exaaaactly," he laughs.

"You want me to come get you?"

He clears his throat, "actually I am out front of your house now. I told my
parents I was going to a friend from volleyball's house."

Now it is my turn to laugh, "I'll open the front door, but be prepared I am
not alone."

"I'm not intruding am I", he asks, sounding slightly alarmed.

Remembering the night he spent with Tanner and Blake in Manhattan Beach I
reply, "no I think you'll fit in just fine."

I open the front door and escort him back to the lanai and whistle loudly
to get everyone's attention.

"Hey, this is my friend Mateo from Manhattan Beach," I say to the guys who
have stopped what they are doing.

"You know Travis, that is this brother Trevor and Joey and Jake," I say
pointing to the guys at the basketball court, "in the pool are Matt, Rhett,
Ethan, Drew and Clay. Playing video games are Malachi, he is Jake's
brother, and Cade and over on the couch making kissy face are Mikey and
Christian and Josh and Seamus."

"Hi everyone, hi Jake, Malachi."

I forgot that Mateo might know Jake and Malachi Henderson from volleyball
as they are both club and beach players as well as on the Serra Island
team. Jake smiles to see Mateo here. Matt jumps up out of the pool to shake
Mateo's hand, but not really. He just loves parading around naked with his
monster swinging around and I think he is trying to shock Mateo a little
too letting him know that the guys in the pool are skinny dipping.

Mateo does look surprised, but I don't know if it is because Matt is naked
or because of what he sees swinging, in any case Trevor yells over, `stop
showing off' and everyone gets a good chuckle out of it.

Besides Mateo, Clay McClure is the other newbie to the group. He is a water
polo player at Serra Island and came with Josh. I get the idea that Clay is
someone that had a fling with Josh, but is kind of unsure where his
orientation really is. I could tell he was a little surprised when guys
started shedding clothes to get in the pool, but he got over that shyness
pretty quickly and was just starting to figure out that this group of guys
was not just the usual bunch of teen buddies. If Clay's presence made
anyone nervous, as in being too affectionate in front of him, you'd never
know it. These guys must know him pretty well to be so comfortable around
him.

Mateo looks at me, uncertain what to make of all this, but decides to jump
in with both feet, "uh wanna go swimming Tim?"

Mateo blushes after he asks me, which makes him just that much cuter. He
has the sandy blonde hair of your stereotypical So Cal beach boys and green
eyes you could get lost in, so he is cute to begin with, but his blushing
makes him endearing.

"Yeah, let's go in my room and get some towels."

We could have gotten towels from the cabinet on the lanai, but I want to
give him the option of some privacy to take off his clothes, lest he be
intimidated by a bunch of guys he doesn't know mostly. I start stripping
off my clothes once we are inside my bedroom. I try to not look at Mateo so
he can look at me since I got the impression from our interactions that he
was curious about me. I put my clothes on the table in my bedroom and go
get some towels from the armoire that holds the robes and towels.

"Leave my clothes here Tim?"

I turn around and Mateo is bare naked in all his glory already with his
clothes in his hands. I try to be casual as I scan his body. I've already
seen him in nothing but board shorts from the volleyball tournaments, but
wearing nothing really beats wearing nothing but board shorts. I already
knew he had good muscle packed on his 6'2" frame, but seeing where that
tapered V-cut and light treasure trail led sends a chill through me. His
dick is cut and looks decent sized, but you never really know until you see
it hard.

"Yeah, that is perfect."

I toss him a towel, but he doesn't wrap it around his waist, he just throws
over a shoulder, turns and heads out the door to the pool. What a marvelous
ass he has. I want to eat a four course meal off it. Almost every head
turns as Mateo strides to the pool, pausing just long enough to drape his
towel on the couch by the fire pit. Malachi and Cade exchange some low
words.

"Can we get some towels Tim?" Malachi asks.

I smile slightly; it seems Malachi and Cade are suddenly more interested in
swimming now than the video game they were playing. I can't say I blame
them. Cade is dating Zac, but Zac couldn't get away from his family and as
far as I know Malachi isn't dating anyone. When Malachi has come over to
swim or play basketball we've flirted (I think), but we've never gotten
time alone, even though he has hinted at it (again, I THINK he hinted at
wanting time alone). It will be interesting to watch everything play out
over the evening.

Over the next two hours everyone is in and out of the pool or Jacuzzi at
different times, even the basketball boys and the lover boys from the
couches strip down and join in the splashing around. I'd had enough water
so I was sitting in a towel on my favorite couch by the fire pit.

Sometime just after 9:30PM a few of the guys start to drift home. Travis
and Trev left first with Matt in tow and they gave Mikey and Christian
rides home;, then Cade caught a ride home with Ethan and Drew. Jake and
Mateo were in the pool still chatting; Seamus, Josh and Clay were in the
Jacuzzi, sitting very close and not saying much, which made me smile. I'd
offer the boys a room, but I know Clay and Josh both have curfews so
whatever they are upto right now is likely to end soon.

That left Malachi, who had been doing a few laps in the pool, but now was
out of the pool and making a beeline for the couch I was on. He grabbed his
towel, wrapped it around his waist and flopped down next to me. He flashed
me a shy smile.

"Hey," he says.

"Hey," I return with a grin.

Malachi squirms a little, that thing teen boys do when they are
uncomfortable. I am looking at him. He notices me looking, looks away
quickly and then looks back. I am still looking at him.

"What?" he asks, but with a grin.

"You tell me, Malachi but, you are the one all fidgety."

"Do you think I'm good looking?"

It is an honest question. Like many teens, maybe most, Malachi is unsure
how others perceive him and is insecure as to what the answer might be.

"I think you know I do," I answer simply.

We are silent for a few moments more and Malachi is still squirming, but
maybe a bit less.

"Where's Hunter?"

"His family went up to Montecito for the weekend to his grandparents
house."

More silence.

"So what's up with you two?"

"If you mean are we dating, the answer is yes, if you are asking are we
boyfriends or are we exclusive, the answer is no. For now we've decided it
is probably best if we date around."

Silence again.

I break the silence this time, "I assume you are not asking just because
you are curious."

Malachi sucks in a breath, "I think you and I have been flirting or maybe I
am just imagining that. I dunno, I just think you pretty nice looking and I
like your body so..."

He looks over to where his brother Jake and Mateo are, like he doesn't want
Jake to overhear.

I finish for him, "so you'd like to hang out sometime, but you don't want
Jake to know."

Malachi nods, "Jake knows he is bi and knows I am cool with it. I don't
think he knows I've fooled around with some guys and want to more."

"And you aren't ready to talk about it with him. Do you think you are bi or
gay?"

I get a look from Malachi that conveys it all, he really isn't sure.

"I think I'll figure it out on my own, I just don't want to feel pressure
from anyone, you know? I just want to go at my own pace."

"So you don't want to disappear into my bedroom for an hour right now?"

Malachi blushes, "I'd love to disappear into your bedroom and for more than
an hour. I just don't want Jake around when I do. I was hoping sometime
this weekend. Now that basketball is on I won't have any free time until
summer because volleyball starts as soon as basketball ends."

"Can you come over Saturday?"

A smile crosses Malachi's face, but I hear some hesitation in `yes'.

"You don't sound certain," I challenge him.

"I'm certain. I've really been wanting to do this for awhile, even before I
really knew you, but I've only been with kids so far. I'm worried I might
not be good enough or..."

He hesitates again. So I think to myself, what is a teen boy's #1
insecurity... penis size.

"Or big enough?"

Malachi goes beat red, but nods.

"Open your towel."

Malachi looks down to where Jake and Mateo are.

"They aren't paying attention to us Malachi," I tell him "and it doesn't
look like they aren't getting out anytime soon. So go ahead and open your
towel and I'll give you my professional opinion."

Malachi blushes, squirms and has a shy smile on his face, but he opens up
his towel. His cock isn't hard, but it is definitely on its way. It is a
rather nice dick. He of course doesn't know I've already seen it from his
time with Mikey. I give it a good serious look like I am really evaluating
it. The attention I am giving it causes it to quickly fill with blood and
harden. It rises off Malachi's thigh and falls back to his belly as it
thickens.

"Do you know the average size of an adult male penis Malachi?"

He shakes his head. I think he is too tongue tied to respond.

"An average adult male penis is 5 ½". I can tell you yours is at least 6
inches, maybe a bit more."

"Six and a quarter inches," he says, finding his voice finally.

Like a little kid who is never 5 years old or, 6, but 5 and half or 6 and
three quarters, those quarter and half inches are important to teen
boys. He glances down to the pool where Jake and Mateo are again before
continuing.

"Fuck am I horny right now, I have half a mind to chuck it and just drag
you into your bedroom."

"I'd like nothing better Malachi, but the first and most important thing
you can learn is to not always listen to your little head, but use the big
head. Go ahead and recover yourself. I think we've established that you are
more than adequate. In fact I'd go so far as to say your cock is fuckin'
beautiful and I can't wait to get at it."

He chokes a laugh out, "that isn't helping me go down."

I change to topic to Serra Island basketball and that is what we are
chatting about when Jake and Mateo join us.

"Come on Squirt, we need to get going."

At 5'10" Malachi isn't exactly a squirt, but neither is he Jake's 6'1". The
name has lingered from when Jake and Malachi were young kids. The Henderson
boys dress and split with hugs all around, even though Mateo and I are
still naked, albeit with towels on, there is no uncomfortableness.

Finally the trio of Josh, Seamus and Clay gets up out of the Jacuzzi. I can
see pretty good semis on all three of them, Mateo notices too.

"Damn I wish I lived on Serra Island."

"Trust me Mateo, it is no different at Mira Costa High School, you just
don't know about it because everyone is so cautious and careful and scared
that someone will find out what they are up to. I bet on any given Friday
or Saturday night 50 guys you know from school are hooking up and thinking
they are the only ones doing it. All these guys from Serra Island High have
just discovered each other the last few months. Poor Josh, the cute blonde
over there..."

"The one hung like a mule," Mateo interrupts me.

"Yeah him," I chuckle, "he thought he was the only gay kid in Serra Island
a year ago, now he knows there are a lot more and I think all these guys
understand that there are more guys out there that they just don't know
about yet."

By now Josh, Clay and Seamus have come over and retrieved their clothes.

"We're going to take a quick shower Tim and then get going," Seamus says
for the trio and off they head to my bathroom.

"Looks like just you and me cowboy, can you stay for awhile longer?"

"How long would you like me for?" Mateo asks with a tease in his voice.

"All night."

Mateo gets a smirk on his face and goes to retrieve his Smartphone.

"Hi Mom...  yeah, we're gonna watch a movie so I'll be back late; just
knock on my door in the morning on your way to breakfast...okay, g'night."

He turns to me, "well we have at least until 7:30AM, there is no way my
parents are up before 8AM."

The boys in the shower only take a bit more than ten minutes, which
surprises me, and come out fully dressed. Josh steps up, gives me a big hug
and kiss on the lips, Seamus follows suit, but I am surprised when Clay
gives me a kiss too, even if he is blushing to beat the band when he
does. This is still pretty new to him, but he seems willing to push
boundaries and explore.

The front door closes behind the last of the boys and now it is just Mateo
and me. Mateo looks suddenly bashful, like now that we are alone finally,
he doesn't know where to start. I take the initiative and lean in to peck
him on the lips. Mateo smiles, lies back and pulls me on top of him.

End of Chapter Seventeen