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25 Mikey and the Health Club

By Matt Kendrick

I got a phone call from my father and he wanted to have lunch with me at
his club, The Army & Navy Club, in the downtown across the bay from Serra
Island. The club was founded by civic leaders in 1917 to support the newly
created Naval Air Station Serra Island and was the bluest of blue blood
clubs in the area. What it meant when my father wanted to meet me "at the
club" usually was I was in trouble or I was going to get a Judge Hardy-Andy
Hardy lecture on life.

I pulled up to the imposing building at the end of Broadway where it met
the bay. A valet came to get my car.

"Good day Mr. Gallagher," said the attendant as he took my car.

I wasn't a member at the club, even though several of my father's friends
were pressuring me to join, I am sure at his behest, but the valet knew my
name anyway. There was no valet ticket given and the car would be waiting
out front after I came from lunch at the Men's Grill. There would no
tipping the valet when I picked up my car, but I knew they were paid well
since the valet who took my car had been here since before I started
driving.

I was greeted similarly as I entered the impressive and ornate lobby and
made my way up the wide grand staircase to the second floor, which was
where the Men's Grill was. It is called the Men's Grill since only men are
allowed in it. The club had been forced to accept women members in the
early 1990s, but they couldn't be told how to structure the club, so The
Grill became The Men's Grill and the atmosphere in the club had changed
little. Female members or guests could dine on the first floor at The
Café. They did have to pass a rule forcing men to wear bathing suits at
the indoor pool on the 6th floor because there could be female members or
guests using it now.

I found my father at a window table overlooking the bay and looking over to
Serra Island. He stood, shook my hand and then gave me a hug. He'd never
been shy in showing me affection, which was something kind of rare in his
generation and almost unknown in his father's. We made small talk, he
mentioned the sand dabs were fresh this morning and our conversation
drifted here and there throughout the meal. I could tell he had more on his
mind, but I wasn't sure why he was reluctant to broach the topic, he was
usually pretty direct.

"So what's up Pops, you've been dancing more than single man on a cruise?"

"That obvious, hunh?"

"Yeah, just spit it out."

"Okay, here is the deal; I know sometimes a new member in the family can
cause jealousies and problems..."

"Oh gawd, Mom's not pregnant is she?"

"Oh Lord NO!" my father practically shouted, "at least I don't think so;
Heavens, what a thought."

"No," he continued in a calmer manner, "I am talking about Christian and
Felix."

"Pops," I interrupted him, "I am the one who brought Christian to you,
remember? I expect Felix to be a part of the family too. He is Christian's
only living blood relative."

"Did you know he is going to college?"

"Well, yes, I am sure he will, He has big plans for his life."

"Who?" my father asked, looking confused.

"Christian," I said, being confused myself now.

"No I am talking about Felix. Did you know he is going to college?"

"Yeah, I mean he works at the hotel and goes to school."

"But did you know he is only taking a class or two every year because it is
all he can afford both in time and financially?" my father asked me.

"I never really thought about how he was doing it," I was still unsure
where this was going.

"I'm going to bring Felix into the firm. He is going to go to State full
time, the firm will pay for it, and he will work part time; enough to cover
his living expenses."

It all became clear.

"So you thought I might be mad or jealous because Felix is joining your
company?"

My father cleared his throat, "I had always hoped you'd join me, but I know
insurance was never very exciting to you. When I pass away your mother and
you will get my percent of the business, but I'd really like a family
member to run it. We'll see if Felix can become that person, or maybe
Christian."

"I'm sorry Dad. I know you've had many disappointments in me, but you are
right, insurance was never my thing. I think it will be great if Felix or
Christian can takeover running the firm one day."

"Nonsense!" my father declared, raising his voice again a little. "I've
never been disappointed in you. Your mother and I have always been very
proud of you. Being disappointed that you didn't want to come into the firm
isn't the same as being disappointed in you..."

"Then there was the whole gay thing," I reminded him.

"I was never disappointed with you because of that. I was a little fearful
about the kind of future you might have, but that has turned out okay too
hasn't it?"

"Yeah, I am doing okay."

Or was I? My pillow talk over the three nights with François and the joy
I felt at sharing my bed with a stable partner three nights in a row made
me miss that kind of relationship over the just fun of hopping bed to
bed. But then that isn't anything I didn't know already. Even what Hunter
and I had going on wasn't a stable, exclusive thing.

When I first came out I did the same thing I was now. Then I made up for
lost time by being with a lot of different partners. Now I'd been doing the
same thing, but for different reasons. I'd been busy at work building my
career and life took a back seat to that. Mikey led me out of the
wilderness of too busy at work then I stumbled back into the wilderness of
`everybody wants me, therefore I should indulge.' I had some things to
think about, just not now.

I focused back on my father, "I am doing better than okay in a lot of ways
and I know Mom loves being a mom who is needed again with Christian and I
am sure as we go along Felix will become more integral in the family. He
may even give her those grandkids she'd love to have."

"Well good, I'll let Felix know we are a go. He insisted I talk to you
first before accepting."

"Yes, let him know I am thrilled he is part of our family now. I will too
when I see him next."

We dismissed from lunch to the Men's Lounge area, which was a giant reading
room with a bar and comfortable chairs. On any given day you could pop in
and see a retired admiral or two, an industrialist or lawyer or some other
such high mucky muck reading the Wall Street Journal or Financial Times. As
often as not they were nodded off if you came late in the afternoon. Pops
and I smoked a cigar before he had to get back to the office and I had to
get back home for my afternoon of follow-up calls and emails.

I had plowed through most of my work when I got a FaceTime request on my
iPhone. I smiled when I saw it was Miles Sullivan.

"Shouldn't you be at swim practice?"

Miles, smiled, "we have a meet tomorrow so today was a light workout. You
busy?"

I returned his smile, "I am winding down my day. Why, what did you have in
mind?"

Miles' face turned more serious, "I... I... was wondering if I could... you
know, come over?"

Whoa, was Miles ready to meet me live and explore for real what we had been
exploring online for a few weeks now?

I turned serious too, "Yeah you can come over. I'll have everything wrapped
up by the time you get here."

Now he grinned again, "okay, I'll see you in a few then. Should I use the
back gate?"

"Yeah, I'll open it right now; park and I'll be in my office."

We signed off and I noticed my dick had involuntarily started plumping
up. I decided I'd better quiz Miles when he got here if he was sure this
was what he wanted, assuming I was guessing right as to why he wanted to
come over.

I opened the back gate and went back to work. Ten minutes later I heard
Miles pulling into the back patio area. I checked the cameras and made sure
his car was clear before I reclosed the gate. Miles was dressed in a tank
top, mesh team shorts and flip flops. Dang he was adorable, but very
masculine at the same time. I watched him as he entered the Great Room
area.

"Tim!", he yelled.

"Down the hall in my office!" I yelled back.

As Miles entered my office I stood up to greet him. The first thing I
noticed was the very noticeable bulge in his mesh shorts. Either he wasn't
wearing any underwear, or he was slightly hard, or maybe both. I hugged him
and I think that confirmed for me it was both. If Miles noticed, or was
embarrassed by it, he didn't give any indication. We exchanged greetings
and I suggested we move to the Great Room.

I sat on one of the couches and Miles sat next to me, but he seemed unsure
of how close he should sit or how to take the next step. He was blushing,
but in his eyes there was a flickering that looked like desire. I'd say
something, but I think Miles had decided he was ready.

"Can I take that this is more than just a `hi, howdy' visit Miles," I
grinned at him.

Miles grinned back sheepishly, but nodded, "yeah, I want to find out for
real what all this stuff is like and how I feel about it. I'll never know
until I've experienced it for real."

"You know I have no problem `helping' you," I explained, "but it is a big
step and I want to be sure you've thought about it and won't have regrets
after."

Miles nods that he understands what I mean.

"I have thought about it... a lot actually. When I was a freshman I would
have said it was gross and disgusting and all that, but partly because that
is how I thought I was supposed to feel and partly because I'd never really
thought about it for real. Then my sophomore year when Josh came out, or
was forced out I thought about it for the first time. Some people gave Josh
a lot of shit, bullying almost, and I didn't think it was fair or
right. We've all know Josh since elementary school and he is a totally cool
guy. Did that change because he likes guys better than girls? It didn't
change for me. I still like him a lot. I even asked some of the guys who
were giving him shit why they did and they said if they didn't maybe people
would think they were gay too. And I thought would it really be that bad if
it turned out you were gay?"

Miles paused and shifted on the couch so he was facing me now, sitting
crossed legged on it.

"The weird thing for me is no one really knows what goes on in someone
else's mind. I've always noticed guys and when I've been naked with guys
checked out their junk. Did that make me gay? I never thought about my
friends sexually, I was just...  I dunno...  interested. Know what I mean?
That changed too when Josh came out. I looked at him differently...  not in
a bad way you know, but different. I tried to visualize that he actually
sucked guy's dicks and probably got his sucked. That wasn't too hard, but
then I thought about guys putting their dicks in him or him in them and I
just couldn't quite grasp it. So I did what any 15 year old would do, I
Googled it. Wow did a lot more come up than I ever imagined existed. And
after watching some guys... you know, doing it. Some of the stuff was
gross, but some of it... well some of it got me hot and I jacked off to
it."

"Then I heard about a site with hot sex stories so I went there and started
reading all these stories about the high school quarterback doing it with
the band geek or about a guy my age meeting an old guy in a bookstore and
getting his dick sucked, that sort of stuff. That started me thinking even
more. After that I started not just looking at guys at school in the locker
room or halls and noticing their junk or whatever I started to wonder who
was doing whom and was it all true? I figured Rhett Berkow was gay, we all
did, but now I wondered who at school was he having sex with. Or was he
meeting old guys in the park? I didn't know, but I did start watching
everyone in a different light and I started to pick up on subtle
things. Did that wrestler and football player exchange a look? Are those
two nerds doing it? Did that guy at Starbucks give me a look?"

Miles took a deep breath since he'd been rattling on for awhile. Then he
exhaled.

"So yeah, I've been thinking this stuff over for a long time. I wanted to
do some stuff a long time ago, in my sophomore year, but I wasn't ready to
put up with the shit Josh went through and I didn't want to have sex with
creepy old guys so I waited more and just did online stuff. Now I am ready
to try it for real. If I don't like it, that'll be on me and no one else."

"Wow," I smiled at his soliloquy, "you really have thought about it."

"I have," he confirmed. "What was the hardest gay thing for you to do?"

"What do you think" I asked, turning it back on him.

Miles thought about it for a minute.

"Having a guy's dick in your ass I guess and then a guy's dick in your
mouth."

I shook my head, "those were pretty easy for me. I was sucking dick at 12
or 13 and feeling guys out when I was even younger.  No, for me the really
hard part was kissing a guy. When I was in middle school and high school,
sex just seemed like recreation. It was fun, felt good and I was having a
good time. It hardly occurred to me that I might be gay. Kissing a guy,
THAT would be totally gay, but sucking a dick... meh, harmless high
jinks. It wasn't until my junior year of college that I first kissed a guy
and MY perspective on things changed."

Miles smiled and leaned forward closer to me and said quietly, "kissing
seems okay to me."

He was still sitting crossed legged on the couch, but it was easy for me to
lean forward and kiss him. It was slightly awkward, but I placed my left
hand around his neck and pulled his head down with me as I lay back on the
couch, still in a sitting position. Miles had to uncross his legs to stay
with me. He is a big kid, a good three inches taller than me and a little
heavier, maybe ten pounds or so, and there isn't an ounce of fat on
him. With my arms around him now it is like I am hugging a rock or a tree.

I lay back, fully reclining on the couch and Miles never breaks the kiss,
just comes down with me. He is straddling one of my legs and I can feel his
cock rapidly stiffening and I am sure he can feel mine doing the same. I
work my hands under his tank top in back and with every little shift in
positions I can feel the muscles in his back ripple. He lifts up slightly
so he run his hands up my shirt in the front and as he does so he pushes
the shirt up and off me, then removes his tank top.

If this is Miles' first time making out with a guy, he must have lot of
experience with girls because he is a hella good kisser. We make out for a
good ten minutes and I am wondering if I am going have to initiate the next
step, but I guess not as Miles reaches down to feel my dick that is
hardened up inside my slacks. I am still dressed wearing my suit pants from
lunch with my father. Miles must approve of what he feels because he breaks
the kiss to get on his knees and start undoing my belt, followed by
unbuckling the pants, unzipping and sliding them and the boxers all the way
off in one motion.

"This sure beats on cam," Miles says simply before taking me in his mouth.

I moan a little and raise my hips a little. Miles takes me whole the first
time like he has been doing this his entire life. A couple of quick bobs
and he gives me a credible blow job for a BJ novice, but I decide it is my
turn to play too. I push Miles' head up off my dick, which gets me a look
of disappointment until he sees where it is going.

I push Miles down into my place and remove his mesh shorts, which were the
only thing he had on. There were no boxers or jockeys on underneath, pure
commando. He is of course fully hard and leaking a little pre-cum. Rather
than swallow the entire thing like he had me, instead I use my tongue to
spread the slippery substance around his pink head. Miles moans and squirms
a little. His head is good sized, but not exactly what I'd call mushroomy
because it is the same exact size and thickness as the shaft.

He has a decently thick, man-sized cock. It is probably close to being as
long as mine, just not quite, meaning just under 7 inches, but he is maybe
a little thicker. I spend my initial efforts strictly on the head, its
ridges, slit and hole. My hand works the shaft in a variety of ways. I am
using as many different tricks of the master cock sucker I am as I can so
Miles will get an idea of what feels good and what feels better. In the few
blow jobs I've had in my life from women, they never seemed to really
understand the male anatomy and thought swallowing the entire dick was the
big turn on; and it may be for some guys, but for the actual feel and
sensitivity, it is all in that first inch. I can taste the chlorine on his
dick still since he was just coming from the pool

I bring Miles to the edge a couple of times before backing off. Finally
after about ten minutes I want to escalate things, but the couch isn't
conducive or that comfortable.

"C,mon," I said as I pull him up off the couch, "it'll be better in my
bedroom."

Leaving our clothes where they are we walk back to my bedroom, climb up on
the bed and I grab various bottles out of the nearest night stand.

"Can we try 69ing?" Miles asks in a rakish tone.

I grin at his eagerness, "we can do anything you like Miles, this time is
all about you."

I lay down on the bed next to him and pulled him on top. He wasted no time
in going to work on my erection and was now using some of the techniques
I'd just been using. This boy was a quick study. I resumed sucking him with
a wrinkle. I put some lube on my finger, the cooling lube, and started to
finger gently his wrinkle in back. Miles moaned, the sound somewhat muffled
by the dick in his mouth.

The penetrations weren't deep or intrusive, but they were a whole new
sensation to Miles. He pushed back into my index finger as if he alone
could send it deeper. I added some more lube to his hole and my finger,
switching to the middle finger, so I could oblige his apparent desire for
me to go deeper. Maybe he'd read online about guys `magic button' and
wanted to know if it was true. I'd show him it was no myth.

I slid my middle finger slowly in deeper and then reached back so I could
hit his prostate and give it a little massage and banging. Within a couple
of minutes of starting that Miles was shooting his first load down my
throat. He picked up the pace on sucking me, bobbing up and down
furiously. Rather than try to hold out I let myself get lost in his effort
and soon was shooting my first load as well. When I was empty I rolled
Miles off me.

"How are you feeling?" I enquired. "Any pangs of regret or guilt?"

He gave me a puzzled look.

"Regrets or guilt? That was the most amazing blow job and orgasm I've ever
had in my life!" he exclaimed. "I hope the rest is just as good."

"But you gave a blow job as well, that is a new experience."

He shook his head, "yeah, but it was like a package deal. I was feeling so
great all I could think about was making you feel as good too. I never even
thought about it being a separate act."

"So what next?"

Miles thought about it for a little bit.

"I really want to fuck you."

My face must have lit up, because Miles continued with a `but'.

"But I don't think that is going to be too different from fucking a girl;
just a different hole and maybe more friction, but the same motions and
basic idea. No, the main reason I am here is I want to know what it is like
to be a bottom. I want to get fucked. It seems weird to even say that
because less than a year ago the idea had never even crossed my mind; now
not only do I think about it all the time, I find myself looking at guys at
school and wonder how they would look if they were fucking me."

"I'd love to lay pipe into you Miles, but are you sure? This is a big step
and once you've done it for the first time you can't ever do it for the
first time again. I think it should be someone special. Maybe you'd rather
wait for Josh or Matt or someone?"

Miles shook his head definitively, "no, I've thought about it a lot,
researched it online and all kinds of stuff. I want you to teach me, I want
you to be my first and then later I'll decide if I like it and if I am
ready to move on to guys my age, but that still scares me. I don't know if
I'm ready to be pigeon holed yet."

"I understand," and I did.

Once you started having sex with guys and word got out, it didn't matter
how many girls you'd slept with, they'd call you gay. That was the issue
Matt Flannery struggled with being bi.

"You've been researching." I said, emphasizing the word researching, "do
you know what position you want to try?"

Miles blushed and nodded, "I want to start the least painful way possible,
but I want to finish on my back. Any position in between is just a bonus."

I nodded back to him and explained the process to him. I continued to
explain to Miles the steps as I took them; the lubing, widening with one
finger, then two, then using my `Asian' dildo. Miles moaned and groaned his
way through it, partially in pleasure, partially in discomfort; but finally
I was ready to give him the real thing.

"Okay Miles, I think you are ready. It's not too late to change your mind."

"No, I'm ready...  more than ready. I really want it. How do we start?"

"I think with you on your side and I'll be behind you. It seems to slip in
pretty easy that way."

Miles gave one nod and rolled away from me. I got behind and lifted his
left leg high. That opened up his pucker to me. I was mad at myself that I
hadn't gotten my tongue in there, but I wasn't sure if Miles was ready for
that. I was hot as hell to shove my pole in and get to work, but I tempered
my eagerness and slid it in as easily as I could rather than shoving.

I instructed Miles on how to help me slide it in past his O-ring and then I
watched as it disappeared inch by inch inside him until my pubic hairs were
tickling his ass. I waited a bit and then asked him if he was ready. When
he gave me the go ahead I started pulling back and sliding forward very
methodically. I went slow and easy for about five minutes and tried to make
sure my tip was banging into the right spot every time. By the moans and
soft mutterings of Miles I was pretty convinced I was right on target.

I started to speed up and got a good pace going for a few minutes, but I
knew Miles wouldn't be able to take too much of this his first time out and
while on your side is a great way to begin, it gets awkward the more
intense it gets so I withdrew and put Miles on his back. He smiled like a
kid getting ready to open his first present on Christmas morn.

Miles knew the position from his research; he was on his back holding his
legs behind the knees and lifted his hips slightly higher as I repositioned
myself to reenter him. I started on my knees, Miles rested his legs on my
shoulders and as soon as I was back in all the way to the hilt, I came off
my knees and started thrusting away.

"If you want to cum Miles with me inside you'd better start jacking now
because I am not sure how long you'll be able to take this once I get
going."

Miles wordlessly took the bottle of lube next to himself and slathered a
glop on and started to jack. With that underway I went to work on giving
him a great first ride. Other than the occasional grunt from me the only
other noise was the squishy sound of Miles jacking and the thwacking sound
as I hit his bottom when I'd gone in as far as I could.

I pushed Miles legs a little higher and raised myself a little higher and
now drove down into him at a furious pace. I knew I was done for in a
minute or two at most. Miles seemed to sense it and sped up his jacking.

"Close," I said.

"Kiss me," Miles said.

And as I leaned down to kiss him, no sooner had our lips touched than
Miles' cock erupted with jets of thick cum. Miles shoved his tongue into my
mouth and now it was my turn for an eruption. Even though it hadn't been
too long since my last ejaculation I knew I was pumping out a much bigger
quantity this time.

After my fourth spurt I slowed down the pumping and concentrated on the
kissing. When I was completely spent I slipped out of Miles without
breaking the kiss, he lowered his legs and our kissing continued. It wasn't
the frenetic, wild kiss of mere seconds before, but a kiss with passion,
but gentleness. We kissed another minute or so before I raised my mouth off
Miles'.

"So?" was all I said.

"Dude, that is the most intense physical experience I've ever had. I'm
worried now it is all I'm going to want."

I smiled down at him, "it might not always be that way, like I said, you
only have one first time and the more you do it, the less special it
inevitably becomes. It is like getting a job in a donut shop or 31
Flavors."

"Well I am not quite done yet. I think I want two scoops now," Miles
replied with a grin.

After he recharged he took care of my needs. Miles had fun as a top, but
decided he wanted to try that bottom thing again. So we did. A happy and
wiser Miles lay back on my bed next to me with a satisfied grin on his
face.

"What do you think Miles, you ready to experiment around with some of your
classmates?"

A thoughtful looked crossed his face, then he shook his head.

"No, I think I am still not ready for that pressure."

Then he turned to me and grinned, "but I'll be happy to experiment more
with you?"

Something was rumbling around in my head though.

"That first time we had Internet sex I found you pretty easily by going on
Craig's List. Maybe you didn't realize people could search by area, but it
could have been anybody looking for Serra Island or the county that found
you, including a teacher, classmate or freaky stalker guy. Wouldn't you
feel more comfortable with guys you know than stranger hook ups? You agreed
to meet me pretty quickly."

Miles thought some more.

"I know it'll sound weird, but I liked you and trusted you from the minute
we started talking, even though I didn't know it was `you', I liked the guy
on the Internet and trusted him. Turns out I was right. I was ready to meet
someone for real and as nice as you were, I didn't think it was a big
risk. I do see risk with guys I know; me losing control of my secret."

"Thanks for liking the online me," I laughed a little, "but what I am
saying is that there are a lot of smooth talkers on the Internet; guys who
will bullshit you and convince you they want to be your friend and sex
isn't important blah blah blah and all they really want is sex. Once they
get it after manipulating your emotions, they move on to the next
victim. It is all a game to them. They leave you heart sick at best and
physically sick at worst. A lot of these guys sleep around with dubious
characters and never use protection and don't care if they do give you
something."

"So what do I do? I had a lot of fun today and I want to do more, but you
think online is bad."

"I think online CAN be bad. It is better with people you know or know
something about. You want discretion, I get that. What if I knew a guy, a
year older than me; that might be interested in meeting you? He isn't
really in the closet, but on Serra Island he's been pretty low key about
his bisexuality. He isn't into drama; I don't think he's looking for a
boyfriend, but he..."

"Has needs," Miles finished for me.

"Yes, like all of us he has needs. Would something like that be of interest
to you?"

"Are you farming me out," Miles asked with a false pouty face.

"Not at all, but I think you'd like this guy and I think he'd like you. I
am more than willing to do what we did today as often as possible. But..."

Miles sighed, "there is always a but."

I smiled at him and spoke softly, "the but is that I have a lot of guys
around all the time. You were lucky to catch me when I didn't have a few of
them here. If anonymity is your goal for right now, I am hard to catch
alone. Like I was saying, this guy I am thinking about is all about
discretion, but he is a really good guy and can probably relate to you
pretty well."

"Is he as hot as you?" Miles leered at me.

"Well who is," I answered with smarmy arrogance, "but to be honest, he is
almost a carbon copy of me; same height, weight and build. The only real
difference is our hair and eyes...  and of course my dick is bigger."

Miles acquiesced, "okay, if you think he'd be good for me, I'll meet him,
but I still want to learn some tricks from you."

"And I want to teach you Miles," I said sincerely, "I just know that you'll
get more attention from my friend with less risk of exposure. His name is
Matt and I'll give him your kik and you guys can take it from there."

Miles lay back down and rolled into me and asked in a husky voice, "ready
to teach me more now?"

"I am, but let me teach you about the joy of saving water."

Miles looked perplexed, but the light went on as I led him into my shower
and showed him how much fun showering with a friend can be.

After Miles left I picked up the phone and called Matt Flannery to let him
know what I had in mind. I explained to Matt about Miles looking for under
the radar fun, in fact I didn't even use Miles name until I was sure Matt
was going to agree to meet him. Then I explained that since Miles and Clay
were teammates that Matt would have to be extra careful to not let anything
slip.

Matt, as I knew he would, acknowledged the importance of discretion here. I
gave him Miles kik address and Matt said he'd kik him soon. Twenty minutes
later I got a kik from Miles, `meeting Matt at 8 tonite, thx'. I laughed to
myself. Those two were going to get on famously.

High school wrestling had ended a couple of months ago, but in the world of
wrestling the high school season was just one small part of the overall
picture if you were a great wrestler or wanted to be one.

Matt Phillips was already great, Drew Nguyen was too and Cade Waterman was
well on his way. The jury was still out on Christian, Zac Dickerson and
Julien Boyington because they were middle schoolers and who knew if they'd
stay with it through high school. But for now these six, plus another six
to eight that they brought along, were pretty serious and after their
regular club practices were coming over to my house for extra work in my
basement mat room.

I was happy the mat room was getting the use I intended for it when I built
it. The boys would show up twice a week for me to work with them and put
them through drills. I didn't know if any of the additional boys that Matt,
Drew and Christian invited along were gay or bi, but it didn't really
matter. The workouts were serious business and usually attracted an
audience of several fathers who came to watch. A couple of them even
approached me and wondered if I'd be willing to coach the club team or even
at the high school and I politely rebuffed the inquiries. My life was busy
enough already and I enjoyed my `free agent' status. I didn't need more
obligations in my life; in fact a couple of times I couldn't be there for
the workouts. On those days I was traveling my father came down with
Christian and opened the mat room and house for the boys. Matt ran the
workouts and despite being only 115 pounds it would never have crossed the
mind of anyone to challenge his leadership. When you are a state champion
there is a bit of an aura about you and no one messes with you.

Rick Johnson was the state leader for California USA Wrestling. He had been
the second in command when I was in high school and I had been on a lot of
trips with the California teams back then so I got to know Rick pretty
well. He had a way about him that got me to do things I didn't want, like
show up at the Cadet and Junior State Championships. So far he had been
completely unable to get me to show up for the Kids State Championships
because I wasn't completely crazy. That is until this year.

Now I have a little brother who is a Schoolboy wrestler. That is the oldest
age group category in the Kids Division so between Rick and my mother, I am
heading up to Fresno for the Kids State Championships. My mother is
thrilled to be a wrestling mom again so she and my father are driving up
with Christian and Zac Dickerson in their car and I am driving up with Matt
Phillips and Cade Waterman. Neither Matt nor Cade can wrestle of course
since they are too old, but Rick worked his magic on them too and they are
coming along to officiate the meet. This should be an interesting weekend.

My parents got Christian and Zac their own room at the hotel so I am
curious if Mikey gave Christian free rein for the weekend and if Cade did
the same for Zac since they are kind of dating too. Or will Cade sneak over
to their room leaving Matt and I alone in our room? In any case, I do hope
the wrestlers get some sleep. Only time will tell.

Weigh-ins at the tournament started at 5:30PM and as usual it was a mad
house as 3,000 plus young wrestlers and their parents, some of whom had
lined up as early as 4PM so they could rush the scales to be first. There
was jostling and insults and accusations of line cutting and a general
unpleasantness as all this happened. I held Christian and Zac back from the
weigh-ins along with some of the other local wrestlers. They kept chomping
at the bit to join in the madness and I counseled patience.

Finally, a little after 6PM, I took the boys to the weigh-in area and it
was a sea of calm. Most of the throng had already been weighed in on the
ten scales and were gone. My boys walked directly up to the scales, stepped
on, got weighed and stamped and they were done. The boys who had been to
the Kids State before were amazed at how simple my approach was, as if I'd
discovered nuclear fission.

We grabbed dinner for the boys who hadn't eaten all day in advance of
weigh-in, went back to the hotel and headed down to the pool area. There
were numerous other athletes and their families staying in the same hotel
so the pool area was crowded, but not too crazy. The boys jumped in the
pool and soon were interacting with the other wrestlers and there were
various games and contests going on in the pool.

My mother sighed contentedly, "you know, I've missed this Tim. I always had
so much fun on these wrestling trips. I feel young again with Christian. I
get to experience the joys and heartaches all over again."

"I am glad you are having a good time," I smiled at her. "We got lucky. If
I was designing a younger brother from scratch I couldn't have come up with
a better little brother to have; him and Felix."

Zac came over and sat on the end of my lounge chain breathing hard after a
lost chicken fight.

"This isn't as much fun as your pool. I wish we could have all these guys
there!" he declared.

I think he was referring to the annoying fact that they all had to wear
bathing suits in the hotel pool and there were a lot of the wrestlers from
other areas I wouldn't have minded seeing in their birthday suits. There
aren't any fat kids in wrestling at the lower and middle weights so
everyone is ripped.

"What do you mean Zachery?" My mother asked.

Time to bail out Zac, "I think he means my pool is bigger and has the
diving board. The kids love doing diving contests in my pool."

Zac blushed, confirming my suspicions as to what he was talking about.

"Yeah, the diving board; that is so cool."

And then he beat a hasty retreat back to the pool before stepping into it
again.

It was getting on towards 8PM when we pulled the boys out of the pool and
headed back to our rooms. I had handled making the room reservations for
all of us so I made sure my parents room was across the hall from both Zac
and Christian's room and the room I shared with Matt and Cade.

"Goodnight boys," my mom said as she kissed each of the boys on the
forehead, "we'll see you at 6:30AM for breakfast."

"G'night Mrs. Gallagher," all the boys said, except Christian who said
"goodnight Mom."

I thought my mother was going to burst out crying. She really did love this
new addition to her life and I was happy to see her so happy.

As my parent's door closed behind them I looked at Christian and Zac.

"Want to join us in my room to watch some TV for a bit?"

Christian shook his head, "I'm going to shower and climb into bed. I want
to kick some serious butt tomorrow."

Zac nodded in agreement, "I am too. This is my last year in the Kids
Division and I really want a state title."

"Okay, if you can't sleep or change your mind knock because I think we'll
be awake for awhile."

Zac and Christian disappeared into their hotel room, Cade, Matt and I into
ours. I peeled my shirt and board shorts the minute I was in the room and
flopped down on the bed. Cade and Matt went into the bathroom to takeoff
their wet board shorts and came out in wrapped in towels and sat down on
the edge of the other bed. I was flipping through the TV channels not
really paying attention to anything but then until I realized that Matt and
Cade were still sitting on the edge of the other bed and looking at me, not
the TV.

"What?" I asked.

"We aren't really going to watch TV are we?" Matt wanted to know.

A slight smile creased my lips, "I don't know, what did you have in mind?"

Cade blushes and looks down, but Matt just looks at me and rolls his eyes.

"Seriously? You think I came on this trip so I can ref a bunch of 10 year
old wrestlers with their mom screaming at me?"

Cade giggles a little and blushes deeper. I grin at his embarrassment, but
notice his towel around his waist has a lump in his lap. I'd had boxers on
underneath my board shorts since I knew I wasn't going swimming earlier so
that was all I had on now. I got off the bed, slipped them down and off and
pulled Cade off his bed. I lay back down on my bed with Cade straddling me,
sitting on my crotch. When I pulled the towel out from underneath him, even
though it was around his waist still there was nothing between my rapidly
hardening cock and his bottom. I could feel his balls near the head of my
dick and my balls squished into his crack.

"Is this what you had in mind Cade?" I asked with an arched eyebrow.

"Pretty much," he smirked as he rocked a little on my now even harder cock.

"What about your boyfriend in the next room?"

"He knew I'd be sleeping the same bed as `Horn Dog' Phillips so he gave me
a weekend pass."

I removed the towel from Cade's waist. A very respectable 5 ½" dick
sprang up as it was released from the constraining cloth. It was just about
the right length and thickness for a guy his age. I reached up and ran my
fingers through the small brown patch of hair above his dick and then slid
my fingers up the shaft. When I reached the top I used my thumb to massage
lightly the corona of the glans. Cade moaned and arched his back, a droplet
of pre-cum ran down his frenulum and I used the slippery material in my
continued massaging of the edges of his head. That elicited more moaning.

"You like that Cade?" I asked softly.

He nodded, but was unable to form an intelligible word.

"If you slide forward I'll continue this massage... with my tongue."

His eye lit up and he moved up my body.

"Before you get your mouth all full and stuff, did you bring supplies?"

That question was from Matt who'd been sitting and watching with an amused
look on his face as Cade was getting a little nookie.

"I put the case in the nightstand."

Matt opened the drawer and extracted the case that had several kinds of
lube and a few traveling toys in it. As he stood his towel fell off and his
8 inch monster was about three fourths of the way to hard. Cade shook his
head in disbelief looking at it. Even when you'd seen it before you forgot
how really huge it was until you saw it again.

I rolled Cade to his back since it would be a whole lot easier for me to
give him the blow job I was dying to give him that way. As I started to bob
up and down on Cade, Matt pulled my hips up and started to prep me in a way
that led me to believe he intended to shove that 4D battery Maglite of a
dick into me at any minute.

Cade opened his eyes momentarily as he felt the movement on the bed.

"He isn't really going to put that telephone pole inside you is he?"

I smiled at Cade, "wait until it's your turn."

His look was scared, excited, back to scared and then surprise as I brushed
his hole with my thumb as I swallowed his cock all the way until my nose
nestled in his brown downiness. By the time Matt had entered me I had
Cade's legs high in the air with my tongue penetrating his pucker while my
hand jacked him.

Matt actually finished fast inside of me because Cade was begging me to
enter him. I took the lube from Matt and quickly loosened up Cade. Cade
wasn't the uncertain beginner he had been back in August. Now, here in late
April, he was an experienced guy who'd had a boyfriend for seven months and
he knew what to do and he did it well.

I didn't really want a too late night so I pushed the issue with Cade and
came pretty quickly, less than ten minutes and then it was Matt's turn to
bottom and I let Cade do the honors there. We traded off two more time and
by 10PM everyone was exhausted and ready for bed. I didn't object when both
boys wanted to stay in my bed with me, even though it was tight in a queen
bed.

In the morning I crawled out from underneath the two boys. I was showering
when a sleepy eyed Matt entered the bathroom to relieve his morning wood
boner by taking a leak. He flushed, washed his hands and then promptly
climbed into the shower with me, still sleepy. He leaned into me with his
head in my chest and his eyes closed as the hot water ran over us.

Even though his piss had reduced some of the morning wood it wasn't all
gone and I could feel it banging around my legs. I took a glop of the
shampoo out of my hair and worked Matt's cock with it. He didn't even open
his eyes, he just smiled.

"Mmmm, this is how I like to start the morning," he cooed.

But no sooner had he said it than he broke off from my stroking him to
dropping to his knees to start a morning BJ on me.

"And this is how I like to start mine," I laughed back.

I had already shot my wad down Matt's throat and was on my knees returning
the favor when Cade now came into the bathroom.

"Hey no fair!" he protested, "No one told me breakfast was being served!"

"You can take over here so I can get dressed," I offered.

Cade willingly accepted the challenge of sucking Matt while I stepped out
and dried off. They were still moaning and groaning as I went into the
bedroom to get dressed. I put on my officials gear and went out of our room
to knock on Christian and Zac's door to be sure they were up. Zac answered
the door to let me in.

Zac was already dressed for the day and had his backpack with the red and
blue singlets he'd need for the day and Christian was just putting on his
socks and shoes and then he'd be ready too. Satisfied that they'd be ready
to head to breakfast in a couple of minutes I returned to my room thinking
I'd need to hustle up Matt and Cade, but to my surprise they were almost
dressed and ready too.

They both had on the long gray slacks and Royal Blue collared shirts that
are the uniform for officials in the international styles of
wrestling. They both looked quite professional and quite handsome in
them. Both Rick Johnson and the head official for the state, Sam Adams, had
done a really good job in working with our young officials to stress how
important it was to look the part of an official. It garnered more respect
from the coaches. When Matt bent to tie his shoes I couldn't help but
notice how great his ass looked in the slacks. Even though I'd seen his
naked ass just ten minutes ago, there was something incredibly sexy and hot
about how clothes could enhance the allure as opposed to being naked, not
diminish it.

The hotel had a buffet breakfast and I led the boys down to it, my parents
coming along too, even though they could have stayed in bed longer. The
boys wouldn't have to make weight again this weekend so the natural
tendency of a wrestler, who spends so much time denying himself food, was
to over indulge when they can. I cautioned guys on what they should and
should not eat since they'd be wrestling in less than two hours. I think
they were disappointed at not being able to have three waffles, six
pancakes, four doughnuts and so on, but because they all knew I knew what I
was talking about, they followed my suggestions.

As everyone left the breakfast table and headed for the lobby and parking
lot I held Christian back for a moment.

"I'm very happy you are taking the wrestling so seriously and bypassed the
chance at a little `extracurricular' wrestling last night."

Christian cringed slightly and then blushed.

"Trading blow jobs in the shower doesn't count, right?"

End of Chapter 25