Date: Mon, 24 Nov 2014 04:38:04 -0800
From: Matthew C <matteo_84cdm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chapter 5 Mikey & The Health Club - Adult Youth

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05 Mikey and the Health Club

By Matt Kendrick

In just a week Mikey has managed to turn my little world on its ear. It was
one week ago today that Mikey had maneuvered his way into my bed and my
head. I had started paying more attention at the health club to how people
reacted to me. I guess Joey's words were in my head too, there probably
weren't many locals on Serra Island who didn't know I was gay. So I started
paying attention to what people said and how they said it; I started paying
attention to who was eyeing me in the gym, locker room and wet area. I
didn't take every look at me as a come on, but I didn't dismiss the looks
either the way I had with Mikey. I started noticing the guys who looked
just a little bit longer than a straight guy would, longer than that casual
glance you do when someone walks in a room.

What I had picked up on was about five or six guys in their 20's or early
30's checking me out, a couple of guys in their 40's or late 30's and two
dirty old men (I use the term affectionately knowing I will be a DOM one
day) in their 60's. The other part I had picked up on was the number of
teen guys who checked me out. They really hadn't learned how to be discrete
yet. The difference with the teen guys was given the sheer number of guys
who I think looked too long, it was close to fifty percent. I knew Serra
Island didn't a fifty percent gay teen population, but remembering being a
teen boy myself and remembering some of what I learned in my Stanford psych
classes, I got it. Some forty percent of guys have a same sex encounter
before they are 21 years old and that was from a study long before the
Internet, kik, Omegle and the rest.

Teen boys are very sexually motivated (college words meaning `horny'),
curious and while they are somewhat constrained by societal pressures, teen
societal pressures are higher and with things like sexting, camming, and
the rest, some of the old taboos have melted away. The Internet is rife
with videos of teens boys, straight ones, acting out with each other in
ways they would never have done if they weren't online and being goaded by
a girl (or supposed girl) to do things with and to each other.

Add in a teen boy's insecurity about his body, especially penis size, and
that all adds up to teen boys checking out other guys. And being teen boys
in the ravages of puberty, sometimes biology takes over and the teen boys
find themselves wondering why their dick is getting hard when they look at
another guy. So while I don't think I am going to be having sex with fifty
percent of the teens at the club, I am paying close attention to any
signals being sent. There is a difference between a guy checking you out
and that next step of him acknowledging that he is checking you out. That
is one of the things that Mikey woke me up to. I guess I always knew it,
but I'd been so absorbed in making money, building my house and working
out, I'd gotten off the track of noticing those things.

There was my surprising discovery of how many guys checked me out, and me
noticing guys checking each other out and what their body language was like
when they were in flirt mode, but there was also my most surprising
discovery of all. I saw the pistol tattoo. The one from the guy in Mikey's
pics and videos, `Frank'. Frank was Anthony `Tony' Budetti, Serra Islands
Deputy Chief of Police. How had I never noticed the tattoo before?

"Aren't you afraid of shooting your dick off Tony," I asked him as we sat
in the dry sauna.

He looked puzzled.

"He means your tattoo Tony," another guy, named John said.

Tony grinned, a little embarrassed. I got why Mikey might have liked
Tony. He was very masculine, almost intimidating when you just saw him, but
when he smiled he was really cute, with dimples and everything, that made
him look a lot younger, almost boyish.

"Hey now, you checkin' out my junk Tim," he said in mock anger.

"That tiny Eye-talian sausage Tony? If I need a cocktail weenie I'll get a
jar from De Stefano's." I bantered back.

John laughed and so did Tony.

"That tattoo is remnant from my days in the Navy and about five too many
shots of Lambanog, coconut vodka, in the Philippines. I swear they put the
tattoo parlors right next to the bars they know sailors go to. Anyway, my
friends goaded me into a tattoo and I even drunk I knew I didn't want it
visible, so that is where the tattoo artist put it. It wasn't a complete
disaster though because the tattoo lady got a look at my titi and I fucked
her regularly for the next six months until I got shifted back to Hawaii."

I wondered if the tattoo artist was really a woman, or a skinny Filipino
boy. The Philippines were full of boys who craved American cock and even
more, craved a way to get to the U.S. I'd had enough torrid, online cam
sessions with guys from the Philippines to know that. A couple of them were
regular things and I'd halfway toyed with the idea of inviting one of them
over to see me.

I tried to think what I knew about Tony. It wasn't much. He'd been in the
Navy and was at Serra Island NAS when he got out and joined the Serra
police force almost immediately. I knew he was divorced and I didn't think
he had any kids, but I didn't really know. He was just someone I saw around
town.

I hoped I'd never need to use my knowledge of where Tony's dick had been
(Mikey's mouth), but you never knew. Knowledge is power. I took my leave of
the guys in the sauna as I had a 10AM wrestling session with Drew back at
my house. Drew had texted me at 8AM to confirm and I texted back the okay
and told him I'd leave the back gate open for him since I was going to club
first.

I got home at about ten till 10AM and Drew was already there with his
wrestling shoes on and in workout clothes, which included an Under Armour
shirt (a very tight UA shirt), and team shorts from Serra High
Wrestling. He was sitting on a couch on the lanai with his backpack next to
him.

"You look ready," I smiled at him, "you could have gone inside or turned on
a TV out here you know."

Drew blushed a little, "I didn't you want to feel like I was invading your
space or snooping by looking through things to look for the controller."

"For future reference the TV and game controllers are in the credenza there
and you are welcome in my house any time. C'mon while I get dressed."

I led Drew into my room while I got out different clothes for wrestling
than I had on. He dropped his backpack and sat in one of the big chairs in
my bedroom. I chose an OK USA Wrestling shirt, Indiana USA Wrestling shorts
and some jockey underwear, which I only wear when I am doing something like
wrestling. I am pretty aware I could have taken all that stuff with me to
the club and come back dressed and ready to go, but then I wouldn't have
been able to get naked in front of Drew. I still had that picture of him,
flat on his back with his legs up in my head. Even if I hadn't seen the
pictures and videos of Drew with Mikey, I still would have been reasonably
certain that he was going to be curious enough to look. So I took my time.

When I was done torturing Drew, I grabbed my wrestling shoes and socks and
led him through a door, that you wouldn't know it was a door unless you
looked closely; it led down to the lower level of the house. We passed my
wine cellar, the gym, the movie room, the two lower level bathrooms that
doubled as a locker rooms and finally the wrestling room. Drew went `woah'
as we went in.

Inside was a 20' by 20' wrestling mat with an 18' circle that took up all
the floor space, but the far wall was only a half wall with openings on
either end. Behind the half wall was a platform with an area for seating, a
refrigerator, an audio system and video system. I had two TV suspended from
the ceiling so if I wanted to video tape a practice, I could replay it in
the room. I also had in the back of my mind that I might want to coach
someday and it would be a good tool to have.  Underneath the TVs, which
were in opposite corners of the same wall, was a white board and a bulletin
board, again because of my thinking I might be coaching one day. The final
feature was that the entire room had wall mats, which were not just for
safety, but great for drilling as well.

"Dang Tim, it isn't as big as the high school mat room, but it is hella
nicer."

"Thanks Drew, I like it. I put in everything I always wanted in a mat
room."

I put on the music; I had a memory stick of instrumentals from Rocky, Star
Wars, Gladiator, that sort of thing. I didn't put it on too loud, just loud
enough to give some background noise. We stretched and did the usual
wrestling warm-ups to get flexibility to our necks, shoulders, hips and
knees.

"I thought we'd do some individual drills to get our body temperature up,"
I said to Drew.

"That's cool," he responded.

I took us through a hard ten minutes of movement so we had a good sweat
going when I stopped and asked Drew what he wanted to learn.

"Cool secret moves to make me a state champion," he smiled.

I nodded, "I tell you the secret, if you promise not to tell anyone else."

Drew learned forward as if I really had a secret.

"The secret is Drew, there is no secret. The very best wrestlers master one
takedown, one pinning combination and one escape or reversal. Now that
doesn't mean that one takedown mean ones move. For example a single leg,
you have to know and perfect at least 8 set-ups, 8 finishes, 8 combo
responses and be able to do it from the right or left side equally well,
that is over 1,000 "moves" to know. The second non-secret is that you need
to wrestle against the best people you can as often as you can. A lot of
guys in the mat room probably duck Matt Phillips when it comes time to do
live drills. You want to grab him and drill with him every chance you
get. You may get beat to hell every day, but I guarantee you by the end of
the season you'll be a league champion, maybe better. We have a saying in
the wrestling world, `iron sharpens iron', and it is true. Last, you want
to enter every wrestling tournament you can and get in as many matches as
you can"

"So," I said with a smile, "what do you want to learn?"

"I do an okay single leg already so maybe you can help me improve it."

We started to work on the single. I had Drew show me how he was lifting the
leg currently, since that was the whole point of a single, to get your
opponents leg off the mat so he had fewer defenses and you could take him
down. He was holding my leg way too loosely; it would have been easy to
counter. So I had him switch positions with me.

"You have to hug the leg like you'll never let it go and you have to use
not just your arms, but your head as well. One arm wraps under the knee,
one lifts the calf and then press your head into the thigh and lock the leg
securely."

I showed him how much more pressure you exerted when you used your head. We
switched again so he could try, but he still wasn't getting in right. He
had my leg off the ground, but he wasn't putting his head tight on my
thigh. I moved his head to where it ought to be and then I saw the reason
for his reluctance. Drew was sporting a woody. Laughing probably wasn't the
most sensitive response, but it was my initial reaction. Drew dropped my
leg and tried to flee, but I am a lot faster and was able to dive and catch
his foot and since he was only 120 pounds or so I had no problem dragging
him back next me on the mat.

"So what's going on Drew," I said gently.

He looked pretty upset and his eyes were welling tears.

"I knew this was a bad idea," he said, not looking at me. "I knew I'd get a
boner if you touched me, or if I touched you."

"And why is that? You don't get erections when you wrestle at school do
you?"

"No, but then...," he stopped.

"Then what?" I pressed him.

"I don't beat off thinking about them."

I laughed again.

I really need to work on my impulse control.

Drew tried to squirm away, but I held him tight.

"I think it is sweet, but I don't understand, I just met you last week."

"There is that picture of you in the mat room at school. After you won your
second NCAA title at Stanford you dropped your straps in front of the
Stanford fans and flexed your muscles. I saw that picture my first day in
wrestling in middle school and fell in love...  or lust with the guy. I
didn't know who you were at the time, but now I do. Pretty stupid hunh, a
skinny Asian boy thinking a hot man would find him attractive."

Impulse control be damned.

I kissed him. Just a peck, but I kissed him. That got his attention.

"I think you are so freaking cute and hot and sexy it isn't funny."

"Really? You aren't just saying that?"

"No, I really mean it."

An evil grin formed on his face, "prove it," he challenged me.

"You think I won't?"

The surprise showed on his face.

"If I let you go, are you going to run away?"

He shook his head `no'.

I let him go and said, "take your shoes off and leave them here, we'll be
back."

We took off our shoes and I led him down to the movie room. In the back of
the movie room was a built in couch/bed. It had the pads of a couch all the
way around the sides and edges, but when your head was touching the back
cushions your feet were nowhere near the edge. I lowered the lights in the
room and lay down with Drew next to me. He kissed me this time. I don't
know how many guys he'd been with besides Mikey, but he was a pretty good
kisser.

"What are we going to do?" Drew asked as he broke off the kisses.

"I don't know, what is the fantasy when you jack off?"

Even in the low light I can see Drew blushing.

"It is hard to say, I feel silly saying it."

"Just say it Drew," I prodded.

"You fucking me from behind, I'm on my hands and knees."

"That sounds hot, not silly. Have you been fucked before?"

"Yeah, four guys, but just teens like me, never a man."

"I am willing, if that is what you want Drew?"

"You'd really fuck me like in my fantasy?"

"Yes, for one I think you are incredibly sexy and hot and for another, I
think if we do this you'll get me out of your system as a fantasy."

"So do we just do it?"

"No, we'll build up to it," I smiled, "starting now."

I stripped off his shirt as I spoke.

"And you don't need to ask to do anything, or hesitate, just do what you
want and go for it."

The evil grin returned. Instead of taking off my shirt like I had his, he
went straight to my shorts and yanked them off with my jockey shorts. My
cock was hard from the making out. Drew took it in his hand and examined
it, like he was studying every detail.

"As good as you imagined?" I teased.

"Better," he replied just before he took my dick in his mouth.

His eyes were closed so I looked at his face. He had a dreamy expression on
his face. I guess I knew where he was coming from. There are events you've
dreamed about for so long that when they actually happened they almost
didn't seem real.

I pulled off my shirt and let Drew have his moment sucking me. I waited as
long as I could which was about five minutes and then I wanted some fun
too. I reached down, grabbed him around the waist and pulled his body
towards me. I removed his shorts and underwear and threw them aside and
moved Drew on top of me, straddling my head. I get my first real look at
his cock and I think it is adorable. It is longer than 5 inches, but not
much maybe 5¼ inches, uncut, he has great balls and the shaft is a nice
thickness too.

I take Drew in my mouth and he moans as I push back his foreskin to lick
his purplish head. He has a good amount of loose skin on his shaft so he is
easy to jack while I suck him. I devote a decent amount of time to his
dick, but my real interest lies further south so I jack him slowly while I
move my tongue to his taint and then continue on until I get to my real
objective, his ringpiece. It smooth and clean, with a slight mustiness of
sweat more than anything else. When I start to lick around it, Drew rises
up off my dick.

"Oh goodness," he says in a horse whisper.

How cute, even with a guy's tongue in his ass he can't talk too dirty.

I get all the saliva I can on his hole and penetrate it with my tongue, but
when I am trying to insert my fingers to try and open him up, I know it
still isn't slick enough, so I figure now is as good a time as any to move
to the next phase.

"Drew, hang on a minute, I need to get something."

Drew rolls off me and lies on his back while I go to a cabinet on the wall
and get out some supplies, lube and condoms. His eyes light up when he sees
the lube. He immediately goes from lying on his back to all fours with his
ass towards me. He is definitely anxious.

I grabbed a bottle of Wet Ecstasy, partly because it has a peppermint taste
to it (makes licking asses just like licking a candy cane) and partly
because the peppermint is functional too, it creates a cool, tingling
sensation on your skin.

"Oh man, what is that, my ass is tingling!" Drew says as I spread the lube
around his asshole.

"Just a little treat for you Drew."

I spend some more time selfishly licking in and around Drew's ring because
it is what I want, but he isn't complaining about me not fucking him yet,
so I'll do this as long as I can because I am loving it. Burying my tongue
in his ass and spreading his smooth, Asian cheeks as been a major component
of my jack off sessions since I saw him in Mikey's collection. Well that,
Travis' dick and Matt Phillips' dick too. Those are the three things that
have fired me up the most from Mikey's private collection.

I continue tonguing him as long as I feel is fair and then I move to his
fantasy. I apply the Wet Ecstasy to my fingers and start to loosen him
up. He understands the shift and I hear him say, `yes' under his breath
with enthusiasm because he knows what is next. It doesn't take too long to
get him loose enough to penetrate without discomfort.

"Am I using a condom Drew?"

"No way," he says pretty forcefully, "just slip it in as is."

So I lube up my dick too, clean my hands off on a hand towel I'd brought
with me and move in closer.

"Have you been fucked this way before Drew?"

"Yeah, it is my favorite!"

"Good, so here is what I want you to do. When you feel my head at your hole
I want you to push back so you can control the rate I enter you at so it
stays comfortable. When I am all the way in and you are good, I'll start my
motion."

I placed my head at his hole and exerted gentle pressure on his sphincter,
but as soon as he felt my dick there he slammed back into me forcing my
cock deep into him. He groaned in what had to be pain, but he obviously
wanted this and wanted it now. I waited as he shifted a little, which was
about ten more seconds, and he said, `ready.'

To me doggy style (is there a better sounding name for it?) is all about
just raw, animal fucking. It isn't `making love' or `sleeping' with
someone, or even `intercourse.' No, it was fucking at its most basic and it
was supposed to be hot, hard and fast and that was exactly what I did.

I took off like a greyhound when the gate drops. I was ramming all 7 inches
in and out as hard and fast as I could. I held Drew's waist with my two
hands and pummeled his hole. His verbal cues told me it was going
well. Interspersed with moans was the occasional, `fuck yeah', `oh fuck'
and the ever popular, `oh my fucking gawd.' I came off my knees and moved
my hands from his waist to his shoulders so I could bring even more power
and leverage. The new intensity elicited even more moans and the words
became less articulate. If Drew were 60 years old, not 14, I would have
worried that he'd had a stroke.

The sound of my pubic area hitting his ass was making a loud thwacking
sound and mashing his cheeks flat when I hit them. I knew after 15 minutes
I was approaching the limits of my ability to keep up this pace so I
decided to end the session with a bang.  I stopped momentarily, left myself
inserted into Drew, grabbed him tight and pulled him into a sitting
position in my lap as I sat propped against the cushions at the back of the
couch. This would give me the optimal position for penetration and the best
chance to hit him in just the right spot to get him off too. Once I was
settled I started pumping again. I couldn't go quite as fast in this
position because I lacked leverage, but the new position seemed to suit
Drew well as he moaned louder than ever.

"If you want to cum while I am fucking you Drew, you'd better be ready in
the next five minutes, that is about all I have left at this pace."

Drew started to jerk himself while I tweaked his nipples and caressed his
torso. Three minutes later I knew the end was near.

"30 seconds Drew," I told him and then picked the pace way up because I
knew I only had to sustain it for a short bit.

Within that 30 seconds I heard Drew gurgling then shout, `fuck yeah' and I
saw fountains of cum spurting two, three, even four feet out in front of
him onto the couch. His ass muscles clamped down on my dick like a vise and
that was when I lost it in his ass. I felt four very powerful ejaculations
erupt from me. After the fourth Drew sighed and slid down, off my dick to
in between my legs. He lay back against me with his eyes closed, panting
heavily, as was I, and sweating profusely, as was I.

He was the first to speak, "I don't want to open my eyes. I'm afraid I'll
see my bedroom with cum all over my pillow one more time."

That got a chuckle out of me, "I think you can safely open them. Was it
okay?"

"Okay? Oh my gawd, it was spectacular. It was everything I had dreamed it
would be."

I turned his body partially towards me and kissed him a few times and he
responded back.

"Do you think we can go back to wrestling now with the fantasy fulfilled?"

"You mean right now?"

"No, we need to shower and clean up, but I really want to help you in
wrestling and I don't want you to be uncomfortable when I am touching
you. Wrestling is a pretty intimate sport."

"Uncomfortable," he asks in a manner that suggest he doesn't know what the
word means, "is that another word for "having a hard dick?"

"It can be," I said with a silly little laugh.

"I guess we'll find out later. Now you mentioned a shower? Would that be a
shower together?"

"It can be," I said again with the same silly little laugh.

"Well then let's go. Did I mention that was my second fantasy, after
getting reamed doggy style?"

"No, but we can discuss what your third, fourth and fifth ones are in the
shower."

Next to the mat room was what I called a mini locker room. It had two
sides, one with a men's bathroom with two urinals, two stalls, six lockers
and three showers. The other side had a women's bathroom with three stalls,
six lockers and three showers. I wasn't sure when I'd use the women's side,
but I figured with the movie room, gym and wrestling room in the lower
level that there might be a need for a separate woman's facility. I could
also swap out the nameplates that said "Men's" and "Women's" for ones that
said "A" and "B", in case I needed more room for just men and boys.

I lead naked Drew down the hall from the movie room to the Men's Locker
Room side and turn on two of the showers. They got warm pretty quickly, I
stepped into the first and Drew stepped next, but instead of getting under
the second shower head he stepped into mine, wrapped his arms around me and
buried his head on my chest and let the water run over us. At 5'6" Drew was
close to half a foot shorter than me so my dick was at the top of his pubes
and when I turned him around it rested at the top of his crack. He leaned
back into me for a little while, luxuriating in the warm water. I took some
soap and washed his cum and sweat off him and then soaped his ass and hole
as well to remove the remnants of my cum and the lube.

When I was done rinsing him off and standing behind him again he reached
back and started to jack my limp dick that didn't stay limp long. Once he
got me fully hard he started to give me a blow job and a blow job at a
certain frenetic pace that told me he wanted to get me off quickly. I
guessed that this second fantasy involved swallowing my load. I think I
guessed correctly because five minutes later when I told Drew I was close
he redoubled his efforts until he brought me to a majestic climax where I
shot three good shots into his mouth, but as it is with second cums close
to a first, it felt better than my last orgasm.

Drew stood up and his cock was very hard and pointing up, with his head
covered by his foreskin. I pulled the foreskin back and started to kneel
down.

"You don't need to do that Tim, I've gotten my first two fantasies
fulfilled."

"You aren't the only one with fantasies Drew and this is my number two
fantasy about you."

I watched his face for reaction and he looked shocked. I am not sure what
shocked him more, that I'd had fantasies about him or that this was #2.

"What is number 1?"

"Shhhsh, later," I said as I took him in my mouth.

I followed the lead Drew had given when he blew me. This was going to be an
attempt to get him to cum as quickly as possible. To that end I pulled out
every trick I knew including fingering his prostate and it must have worked
because in just about three minutes Drew was shooting his second load in
about 20 minutes. He moaned loudly and held my head tight to him as he
climaxed. When I thought he was done emptying himself of his load I got up
moved behind him again.

"Does that take care of another fantasy?" I asked?

"Oh yeah, that was number four."

"What is number three then?"

"Oh it sounds so stupid now," he demurred.

"Just say it, there is nothing you could say that is stupid."

"My fantasy number three with you is to sleep with you; overnight I mean,
as in actually falling asleep, not `sleep' the euphuism for sex."

"Not silly at all Drew, it sounds sweet actually."

"Hey," he said, just remembering, "what is your number one fantasy about me
and how long have you had it? We just officially met last week."

"Oh, I've noticed you at the club before last week. I notice all the hot
guys."

"Stop", he said as he turned to face me, "you don't really think I'm hot do
you?"

I guffawed, "do you think I could have delivered that fucking of you that I
did if I wasn't turned by you? My number one fantasy, before I knew you had
a fantasy about me, was to put you on your back, eat that sweet ass and
then pound the hell out of you on your back with your feet in the air."

He blushed, but got a huge smile on his face.

"So I turned you on?" he blushed some more.

"Drew, you are a great looking guy with a great body and a great
personality, what's not to like?"

"So why can't I find a boyfriend then? All the guys I meet online just want
to fool around and nothing else, the guys I've met at the club are almost
worse, they don't want to get too involved either."

"How old are the guys you meet from online?"

"13 to 35," Drew tells me, "there are older guys too, but I won't go over
35."

Frankly I am surprised he wants to go that old, but I think I get where he
is coming from. He is at the age where his friends are getting involved in
their first real relationships too and I see many young gay guys who want
that. They want someone to talk to openly and honestly, someone who knows
where they are coming from, someone to hold and be held by and the rest
that goes with a relationship. For a teen boy there is also the sexual
aspect since they are so driven by biology at that age.

"But you haven't let any of the older guys fuck you, how come?"

"Well most of them never asked, actually. The older guys I've been with
just wanted to blow me or have me fuck them. There was one guy who wanted
to fuck me, but I got a bad vibe from him so I passed. I am glad I waited
though. You were my first "man" and I am glad, it was worth the wait."

"You were great too, it is nice being with someone so into it and so
intense."

He turned back around and leaned into me again and we stayed there a couple
of minutes.

"Are you ready to try wrestling again?"

"Yeah, I guess," he grumped. "If I get hard again, will you fuck me again?"
he asked hopefully.

"I'll fuck you again if you DON'T get hard," I challenged him.

"Hmmm, motivation," he smiled.

We got out of the shower and dried off, went back to the movie room to
retrieve our and clothes and headed back to the wrestling room. We managed
to get a good hours worth of work in, serious work and Drew never got hard,
he just focused on the wrestling. I could see he had a lot of talent, he
just needed refining.

We were sitting in the spectator area of the wrestling room drinking a
Gatorade, trying to cool down when Drew almost made me spit out my drink.

"I didn't get hard once, so are we going back to the theater?" he flirted.

"You're serious?"

He didn't answer, but his blush and shy look told me he was.

"No, let's go back to my bedroom, your backpack is there anyway."

A big grin broke out on his face.

We headed back upstairs to my bedroom. Once we got there I started taking
off my wrestling shoes, which are a pain because they are always laced so
tight, and before I had both shoes off Drew was already completely naked
and standing there, like `c'mon, get on with it.' By the time I'd stripped
off my clothes and thrown them in a hamper Drew was already on my bed, on
his back, holding his legs just like he was in the picture I'd seen in
Mikey's collection. If I wasn't completely hard before that did the trick.

"Thanks Drew, but I have slightly different plans this time. We'll have to
save my fantasy for another time."

"You mean there gets to be another time?" he asked excitedly.

"Sure, as long as you want there to be."

I climbed into bed next to Drew and then pulled him on top of me. Last time
had been full speed animal sex, I wanted this time to be slow and
sensual. I started out by kissing him and he kissed back. We went slow and
easy, grinding our dicks together, but that was slow and easy too. While we
made out and humped, my hands also lightly swept over his body, especially
his back and buns and I could tell the light touch felt good by his moans
and shivers.

After about ten minutes of making out with him on top I rolled him to his
back and continued to mack with him. We kissed for a bit longer and then I
indulged myself in one of my fetishes. Well maybe not a fetish, it probably
didn't rise to the clinical definition of fetish, it was just something I
liked doing and that is running my dick over and through a guy's pubic
hair. As I started to rub my cock on Drew, on his pubes, I think he thought
I was going to fuck him like that because he pulled his legs up.

"Next time hun," I told him with a smile.

I got some lube from the nightstand and lay back down next to him.

"Roll up onto your side Drew, facing away from me."

He did as I asked. So I lifted his leg and started to lube his opening and
finger his ring gently. I applied some lube to my cock as well. Once he was
well lubed and loose, I slipped my head past his O ring and slowly slid the
shaft in behind. It went in easily so I started a slow, rhythmic
undulation; very slow and deliberate. I turned Drew's head towards me and
went back to making out while I slowly fucked him. Because the pace was so
slow and controlled I was able to keep going for about thirty minutes that
way. When I did shift positions it was because I wanted variety, not
because I was close.

I pulled out of Drew and rolled onto my back.

"Sit on me," was all I had to say.

Drew grabbed my cock, directed it to his entry way and sat on it. It went
back in easily and Drew leaned forward to keep making out with me while I
began an upward motion into him. I kept the pace to medium and we went at
it for twenty more minutes before Drew said in a whispered voice, `I need
to cum.'

I turned the upward motion into upward thrusts. Drew broke off the kiss and
sat up, then leaned back so the now fast moving cock would hit his prostate
in the right place. He started to jack his uncut cock, that didn't need
lube and three minutes later whispered again, `I am close.'

Within twenty seconds Drew was shooting cum onto my belly and chest,
although not as much or as forcefully as the first two time. Fifteen
seconds later I was shooting my reduced load into him. When I was done
moving up and down Drew let me fall out of him and then he laid his head on
my chest and lay that way for a few minutes.

"Wow this has been a great day Tim."

"I think so too Drew."

We showered for a second time and cleaned up without fooling around, well
not a lot of fooling around at least. Drew and I went back into my bedroom
and pulled board shorts, a tank top and flip flops out of his backpack and
started to stuff his wrestling clothes into it.

"Dude, those are all wet. Why don't you throw them into my hamper and I'll
wash them. You don't want wet clothes in your backpack."

"Are you sure Tim?"

"Yeah, no worries."

"Cool, thanks. Do you have time to come to the beach? I am meeting some
guys there."

"Yeah, I can go for a couple of hours."

I put on some board shorts too, a Stanford Volleyball t-shirt and flip
flops too. I grabbed my beach backpack that had my beach towel, sunscreen,
spare sunglasses and threw in the J.A. Jance novel I was reading.

"Do you want some water or Gatorade Drew," I asked as I put one of each in
my backpack.

"Sure."

So I threw him two as well. I grabbed my Micargi Huntington beach cruiser
and we headed out the back gate. We swung by De Stefano's Deli to pick up
some sandwiches on the way to the volleyball courts by the Hotel
Victoria. When we got to the beach, the regular gang was at Court #6;
Travis was on the court playing with his younger brother Trevor against two
guys I didn't really know but recognized. I knew they played high school
volleyball up the coast at Cabrillo Cove High School. Joey Lynch, Seamus
McCarty, Jake Henderson, Zac Dickerson and two new guys, one was Ethan
Houston and I didn't know the other guy, but he had the look of a wrestler.

"Hey Drew, how was the workout?" Zac greeted him.

 Obviously Drew had told Zac he was going to go do some wrestling with
me. Zac was a tough little wrestler too, but still at the middle school.

"Tim rode my ass for three and half hours, it was intense!"

I tried to not react to Drew's choice of words, but it was hard keeping a
straight face,

"It's a good thing," the new kid said, "I might drop to twelves to take
that spot,"

"In your dreams Waterman, you'll struggle to stay at twenty-fives this
year."

"Wow, a three and half hour lesson, can I get one of those Tim?" Zac asked
me.

"It would be my pleasure Zac, any time."

Next to me Drew started choking...  or was it laughing?

End of Chapter Five