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Epilogue Mikey and the Health Club

By Matt Kendrick

Friday, July 27, 2035

"Happy Anniversary," he said as he kissed me, handing me a box.

I blushed, "Michael, you didn't have to do this."

I don't call him Mikey anymore, or at least not very often, but I still
remember that day 22 years ago when a precocious 12 year old talked his way
into my house, my bed and my heart. It was 22 years ago today that he
convinced me to go `hang out' as he called it outside the club. Ever since
that time he's gotten me a goofy gift on this day to remind me of that day.

As if I could forget; that day turned my whole life at that time upside
down and set it on a whole different course. That summer changed a lot of
lives and set people on different courses than they might otherwise have
been on. Most of the changes were good, a few didn't turn out perfect, but
yeah, mostly good.

We were sitting in lounge area of the health club where it all started. We
were watching the players in the racquetball challenge court. They were
probably about the same age spread as Michael and I had been when we first
met, 30 and almost 13.

"Do you think they are doing it too?" he asked me.

"Michael! You've always had such a dirty, prurient mind," but as I watched
the pair I knew he was right. They were doing it.

But in the year 2035 it wasn't the shocking, illegal action it would have
been to people had they known about Mikey and me in 2013. Over the years
the age of consent laws have crumbled under the weight of everyone ignoring
them. Gradually as it became more known how widespread sexual activity was
among teens and even younger and how none of them seemed to suffer,
attitudes changed. The initial impetus on the laws about minors and sex
came about when overzealous prosecutors tried to charge 13 year olds taking
pictures of themselves as child pornographers. That snapped parents to
attention and changed a lot of attitudes too. The laws followed the
attitude change and even what laws there were remaining, were never
enforced. There were still strict attitudes about teachers and pupils,
doctors and patients and so on, but it wasn't about the age anymore, but
the position. A teacher or minister could get fired for sex with a student
or parishioner, but not prosecuted these days.

I think another reason for the changes in attitudes was the sudden change
in attitudes about gays. A lot of people were pretty pissed off in 2015
when the Supreme Court made gay marriage legal every place and an ugly
fight started about impeaching justices and civil disobedience and so
forth. The population was probably 55% to 45% in favor of the ruling, but
that 45% was mad and motivated and looked like they'd be able to make some
progress in rolling back the decision.

That all changed at the post game press conference of Super Bowl LII (52
for those who flunked Roman numerals) in 2018 when Tom Brady simultaneously
announced he was retiring from the NFL and that he was gay. It is amazing
how one beloved figure can change hearts and minds so suddenly. After
Brady's announcement and the overwhelming support for him, eleven other
active NFL players came out. Then droves of retired NFL stars came out,
followed by active players in every major league; the NBA, MLB, NHL and the
effect was worldwide with soccer stars like Chicharito and Oscar dos Santos
Emboaba Junior announcing they were gay. One courageous male figure skater
even announced he was straight.

Brady's announcement seemed to collapse the opposition to gay marriage. In
sports bars across the country the argument of the day became were Brady
and Tom Daley a good match. By the end of 2018 opposition to gay marriage
and gay rights had shrunk to a hard core of maybe ten percent, who while
they'd never change their minds, saw the futility in vocal opposition.

Brady's announcement didn't just affect pro sports; it quickly filtered
down to the college ranks and even quicker into the high schools. As
leading high school athletes came out to their parents, fathers, encouraged
by Brady, confessed to their own same sex encounters when they were teens
and pre-teens, further eroding the artificial age laws that had come into
being in the mid 20th century. Several of the Serra Island boys in our
circle who had become lovers were surprised to find out their fathers had
been lovers in their youth too.

"Can I unwrap this gift here?"

Michael pulled his eyes off the pair playing racquetball, "oh sure, it is
nothing too bad."

I unwrapped the box, took off the lid and dug through the tissue paper. The
gift was a 4" inch dildo with the name "Drew" written on the side.

I laughed, "now that is just mean. You know Drew is bigger than that."

"I know," Michael laughed in return, "but I figured I'd get a giggle out of
you anyway. Remember twenty-two years ago when you slipped something like
that in my butt for the first time?"

"Like it was yesterday; we could try it again tonight," I flirted.

"Yeah right, after almost seven years of being married to your little
brother? That little thing would disappear inside me never to be seen
again."

Yes, Christian and Michael did wind up together, but don't think it was
easy. They were pretty lovey dovey through high school, even though they
did experiment around a little and continued inviting in a third (or
fourth) to spice things up now and then, they were always each other's
dates for Homecoming and Prom. Christian was a grade ahead though so when
he went off to college they broke up my mutual agreement and decided to
play it by ear.

Christian had gone off to Stanford like me and then up to Berkeley for law
school. Michael, ever one for a good time, had gone to Arizona State
University, managed to get good grades still and stayed at ASU to get his
MBA. Christian had been in some serious relationships up north, which
turned out to be not so serious when he decided his future wasn't in Nor
Cal. He clerked at the Supreme Court for Justice Cruz for two years before
getting offered an accelerated partnership track at O'Melveny & Myers in
Los Angeles. He made full partner in five years by moving to the San Diego
office of O'Melveny. His Spanish language skills and heritage made him
invaluable given how Tijuana had burgeoned to a major financial center for
Mexico and indeed North America.

Michael had spent some time as an analyst at one of the major institutional
money managers locally and risen in the ranks there until I stole him to be
my replacement in my M & A firm. I had been made the managing partner of
the firm and wasn't going to have time to chase clients like I used to. I
knew that Michael, with his knowledge and skills was a good fit, but it was
his magnetic and persuasive personality that convinced me he would be a
great replacement of me. And he was. He picked up right where I left off
with my prospects and never looked back. He had made himself, the firm and
me a lot of money. It was him coming back into my orbit that got him back
into contact with Christian more consistently. About ten years ago they
started to date again and then it got serious, which led to their marriage.

My mother was thrilled when they got back together because she had always
loved Michael through his middle school and high school years. She was even
more thrilled when they adopted their first child, an infant they named
Robert (after my father) who was five years old now and went by Bobby. That
child was followed by a second infant boy they named Timothy, named after
me, which makes me blush when I think about it. He just turned three years
old.

Felix did marry the gorgeous Swedish gal he'd brought to dinner after
Christian's adoption. Their oldest child, Emma, was going into her senior
year at Serra Island High School and was the apple of my mother's eye. My
mother who had only had boys in her life suddenly had a granddaughter to
spoil. Then it was two granddaughters when Sara came along two years after
Emma was born. Felix and Lina had their third, and last child, a boy, that
they named Kristian. He was named after his uncle Christian, but they
spelled the name the traditional Scandinavian way so as to not be confused
with his uncle. We had just celebrated his twelfth birthday last month at
my parent's house.

Felix was officially running the insurance agency that my father had
started, but my father still went to the office every day to read his Wall
Street Journal, drink coffee and have lunch at the club with his
cronies. Under Felix's leadership the company had taken off again. My
father, as he was slowing down, was content to let things ride, but Felix
had a vision and had expanded into Tijuana before their financial boom
hit. He doubled the company's bottom line his first year and then doubled
again the next.

Michael and I were still giggling about his gift when Serra Island Police
Chief Tony Budetti came out of the locker room in a very wet t-shirt from
his workout.

"There's no freakin' towels in the locker room. Can't you two Bozos run a
simple health club?"

Tony was grinning as he said it, but I know he loved to bust our balls
anyway. Yes, Michael and I, along with a group of three other partners had
bought the health club several years ago when it ran into financial
problems. Neither of us was involved in the day to day management, which
Tony knew, but he still loved giving us grief.

"What does François do when you are grumpy like this?" Michael
countered.

Tony looked back and guffawed, "nothing either of you is `equipped' to do."

He was of course referring to his husband's `equipment' that both Michael
and I knew was a good bit larger than our own. After François and Tony
met on Serra Island when François came to visit me, they had stayed in
touch. When Ralph Lauren became the major backer for François's new
clothing company in 2018, François convinced Ralph that setting up
manufacturing in Baja California was much better than Asia because you
could personally control quality better. Whether that was true at the time,
or François just wanted an excuse to be close to Tony we will never
know, but it did turn out to be true in any event and they have been a
happily married couple for fourteen years now and had three children of
their own. Tony could have retired from the police force years ago, but he
loved the job and the people of Serra Island loved him.

Not many of the couples from our first dinner party in 2014 were still
together. That in itself isn't surprising given the ages of the guests at
the party at that time. What was surprising or interesting was how many
guests from the party wound up marrying another guest. The Croatian boys,
Nikola and Mislav, did stay together. They had gotten the hoped for college
scholarships in water polo, Niki to USC and Mislav to UCLA and never did
return to Croatia to live. They visited once or twice a year, but lived in
Cabrillo Cove now.

I never did need to use my Croatian villa as an escape from problems in the
U.S., but not only had I expanded my villa there; when the naturist resort
declared bankruptcy I wound up buying it with Petar Peji?, my realtor
friend from Veli Lošinj. Now it was run by one of Nikola's brothers and
many of my Serra Island friends had used the villa and resort over the
years as a great getaway vacation.

Blake Flintridge and Tanner DeVitt were another intact couple from the
first dinner party. They had stayed locally for college to play volleyball
for the local University of California with Randy Jahns, Trevor Zahl and
Matteo Lozano. When they won the NCAA championship in 2019, all six
starters were gay or bi and it made news all across the U.S. Blake and
Tanner lived in the Flintridge family home in Cabrillo Cove where Blake had
taken me for the best coffee in the city. Blake's parents bought a condo in
Little Italy downtown and gave Blake and Tanner the home to raise their
four kids. The four kids were all adopted and three of the four were older
when Blake and Tanner adopted them. A lot of gay couples liked to adopt
infants or have their own natural children via surrogates, but Blake and
Tanner had a heart for all the kids who were already nine or ten and needed
loving families, so that was the route they had pursued.

So from that first dinner party, four couples had stayed together out of
the sixteen, but of the thirty two guests who were there, twenty four wound
up marrying someone from the party, myself included.

"What are you and Ryan doing tonight?" Michael asked after Tony had left
for the front desk to complain about towels.

Yes, I would up marrying Ryan, but only after a long, circuitous
route. Hunter and I stayed together for a few years while Hunter was in
college. Even though he had gone to the University of Oregon to run, I flew
up often to see him. But eventually the relationship fizzled, as is wont to
happen to long distance relationships. I dated several people, a couple of
them long term even, but none of them seemed to really click.

Ryan Leavey had gone off to Princeton to play baseball, graduating in `24
followed by earning an MBA at Harvard in `26. I saw him sporadically over
this time, but our friendship never waned and we used to do HoloTime (the
3D hologram successor to FaceTime) with each other on a consistent
basis. When I did see Ryan in person we got on as if I had seen him the day
before, not months before. And just like the first time we hooked up I
still saw stars every time we had sex. It just seemed natural when he moved
back to Serra Island for a job in investments that we start dating.

The dating got serious quickly and we married 2029. We knew we wanted kids,
our own kids, so we found a surrogate and did "the swirl", mixing sperm
from both Ryan and I with a donor egg. The result of that was the twins,
Liam and Sean, both four years old now. It was obvious from their very
blonde hair and intense green eyes that Ryan was the donor dad on these
two, but three year old Braden had my rusty blonde hair and hazel eyes.

Our three kids combined with Felix and Lina's three and Michael and
Christian's two made for one very happy grandmother with eight grandkids to
spoil.

"No plans," I responded to Michael, "why don't you and Christian come over
for dinner; I can barbecue and the kids can swim."

"Is anyone else coming over?"

"Not yet," I laughed, "but you know how quickly that can change!"

My house had remained `camp headquarters' over the years. Most of the
original group who lived locally came over for dinners, swimming, movie
nights and the like. Plus my house became the unofficial `gay teen halfway
house'. When there was a gay teen in trouble on the island, they knew my
house would be a refuge. Even though attitudes had shifted immensely in the
U.S. and world, not all the problems went away so over the years I'd had
more than a fair share of temporary guests and all night counseling
sessions.

"I'll check with Christian, but I am sure it is okay. We can finalize the
plans for the dinner too."

`The dinner' as Michael referred to it would be the 21st annual dinner
party from the one in 2014. The dinner in 2014 had been thirty-two guests;
last year because of spouses and new friends who'd been added over the
years we'd had eighty-two guests. It was still a sit down, semi formal
dinner and Michael and Christian still planned and ran it. I just supplied
the venue and paid for it.  One of the dinner guests we hoped to include
this year was Rhett Berkow. Rhett, who had starred in so many musical at
Serra Island High School, went to college at NYU in hopes of pursuing a
Broadway career. After several years in small rolls, he finally got his big
break by securing the lead in `George Bush, the Musical'. His inspired
performance won him the 2027 Tony award for Best Lead Actor in a
Musical. After 3,000 performances Rhett left the role he'd created for the
lead in the revival of `Return of the Jedi'; which earned him a second Tony
award for his sensitive portrayal of Luke Skywalker.

With the closing of `Return of the Jedi' at the end of last month, Rhett
was now free to return to California for a bit of a vacation and to
reconnect with his old friends on Serra Island.

One couple we knew for sure that would be coming was Drew Nguyen and Rhett
McClure, who were the next door neighbors of Michael and Christian. After
Drew won the NCAA wrestling championship at Columbia his sophomore, he
stunned the wrestling world by leaving Columbia to transfer to UC Irvine so
he could pursue his degree full time and complete medical school at UCI at
the same time. Rhett McClure was playing water polo for the UCI Anteaters
when Drew transferred in, and as they say, the rest is history.

"Do you think we could get your nanny to watch the kids tonight?" Michael
asked, raising a suggestive eye.

After that first time Christian and I had sex in 2014 we didn't hook up
again until his junior year in college and that was only because we both
had had enough tequila to blunt our judgment. After that we'd gotten
together in those times when we were both single and in need of
`comfort'. But in 2029 Michael and Christian took a trip with Ryan and me
to my villa in Croatia and exactly what you'd expect to happen at a
naturist resort between three gay men in their 20's and one who thinks he
is in his 20'sstill did happen. Ever since then we'd gotten together on an
irregular basis, but when we did it brought back floods of memories and
deepened the bonds between us.

Matt Phillips, the donkey dicked wrestler won two more California state
championships, several more Junior National titles and was the most sought
after wrestler in the country by college recruiters. He chose the
University of Iowa where he was a four time All American and two time NCAA
champion. The only goal he fell short on was winning Olympic gold. In 2024
at the XXX games he won silver in Freestyle and four years later at the
2028 games in Orlando he won silver in Greco Roman. Still it was a pretty
amazing accomplishment and when he moved back home to Serra Island to start
looking for a job the high school offered him a job teaching history and
head coach of the boys and girls wrestling teams.

Matt snapped up the job and one moth into the job started to date the boys
and girls volleyball coach, who just happened to be his old classmate,
Malachi Henderson. Matt and Malachi had been married for several years now
and had three great kids, an older boy and two young girls, who were the
apples of their papas' eyes.

Rory Slater would for sure be on the guest list. Wherever he was in the
world he always flew back to Serra Island for the annual dinner and brought
his spouse, Sean Francis, with him. Or maybe Sean was bringing Rory. In any
case, Rory had won Olympic gold in surfing 2020 and promptly turned
pro. His illustrious pro surfing career was just ending.

Sean had attended the University of Hawaii on a soccer scholarship and it
was only natural that he and Rory would hang out together on Oahu since
they'd been friends in Serra Island since 1st Grade. Hanging out turned
into fooling around and fooling around blossomed into love. They were
coming up on their 10th anniversary at the end of August. They didn't have
any kids and thought they were too old to adopt, but I reminded them I'd
been in my late 40's when my kids were born so now they were seriously
looking at their options. I knew they'd be great dads.

Josh Witt was another one of the amazing stories of the group and one of
the ones that showed how much had changed in the U.S. Josh who had been at
odds with his Navy SEAL father when he was killed in action and Josh who
had been hassled so much for being openly gay was one of the first openly
gay men ever admitted to the U.S. Naval Academy. Two years after the death
of Josh's father he was posthumously awarded a Medal of Honor, which
automatically gave his children, Josh included, admission to any
U.S. military academy. He followed in his father's footsteps going to
Annapolis and becoming a Navy SEAL himself. Josh had distinguished himself
at the Battle of Detroit when a group of over a thousand ISIS come out from
undercover and tried to take over the city to establish a caliphate in
Michigan.

Now Josh was a Captain and lead trainer at the Seal base on Serra Island.
The week after graduation from Annapolis Josh had married Trevor Zahl, who
had been playing basketball at the nearby University of Maryland; theirs
was the first gay wedding at the Naval Academy with full honors.

These are the happy stories from our group and there were other happy
stories, but as I said some unhappy ones too. We lost one of the group to a
drug overdose. Like all rich high schools Serra Island had a lot of drugs
floating around it and many more than one kid came out of the school with a
drug problem. I won't say who it was because it still saddens me to even
think about it.

We lost another of "the boys" as I had come to think of them, in combat in
the never ending wars of the Middle East and one more to a drunk driver.
Every year at The Dinner we toasted each of our lost friends individually
and we took turns in who led the toasts.

So yes, the last 22 years have been eventful, dramatic and occasionally
traumatic, but not once have I ever regretted that first day of me and
Mikey and the Health Club.

The End

Authors note: Thank you to all who hung there for the last year and 27
chapters. When I started writing this adventure I figured it was a four to
five chapter story, but it took on a life of its own. Thank you for all the
feedback, good and bad, it is all helpful.

Matt
Christmas Day, 2015