Date: Thu, 24 Jan 2008 02:36:08 -0500
From: carl_mason@comcast.net
Subject: JAMIE WRESTON - 6

JAMIE WRESTON - 6

Copyright 2008 by Carl Mason

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in real life, sexual themes unfold gradually.  Comments on the story are
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This story contains descriptions of sexual contact between males, both
adults and teenagers.  As such, it is homoerotic fiction designed for the
personal enjoyment of legal, hopefully mature, adults.  If you are not of
legal age to read such material, if those in power and/or those whom you
trust treat it as illegal, or if it would create unresolvable moral
dilemmas in your life, please leave.  Finally, remember that maturity
generally demands safe sex.


CHAPTER 6

(Revisiting Chapter 5)

"I know that, Jeb, and I'll always be grateful for what you've contributed
my boy's growth.  Believe that there's no question about next year.  Let me
think about it and check out possibilities with several of my colleagues at
work.  It's just as well, Jeb.  I've had to agree to assume the
chairperson's tasks for one year - and my book is at that point where I
really have to spend some serious time and energy.  It's a bad time for
something to be going down in Jamie's life, especially if it's something
sexual that we need to monitor.  If we don't make some alternate
arrangements, the fact that you're temporarily out of the picture and my
time will be severely restricted could have some really bad effects."

(Continuing Our Story: Shifting Gears)

Nothing happened overnight, but at the very least Matt was more aware of
what was going on and had set about trying to minimize the fallout.  He did
speak with a wide range of colleagues about reputable gyms in the area,
especially those that had programs for teenagers.  (In fact, he asked Rob
and Jeb to make similar inquiries in Annapolis.)  After some reflection, he
suggested that he join the boys for discussion on the next Saturday.

While the results weren't all that he had hoped for, Jamie did seem to
accept the fact that another person important to him wasn't simply leaving
his life.  Actually, he was quite taken with the photos of summer
Midshipmen cruises that Jeb brought along - and he was reassured that Matt
intended to continue a close relationship with both of his friends.
Further, he was obviously pleased that Jeb felt he was now prepared to
undertake more rigorous physical training, especially when he was drawn
into identifying the right gym.  The search continued into October.  In the
meantime, of course, life went on.

Though Matt tended to see it as more of an adolescent stage rather than a
symptom of something more serious, Jamie continued to spend much of his
home time in the nude.  For the life of him, Matt couldn't really complain.
Admittedly, the youngster provided fantastic eye candy for a man who had
been starved of opportunities to look and enjoy.  Further, the boy never
embarrassed him with others who came to their home.  Then, too, he didn't
really feel he had sufficient data to figure out everything that was going
on.  After all, while he had had some solid experience with late teens and
the early 20s crowd through his teaching, this was his first encounter with
someone close to him who was experiencing the pangs of earlier adolescence.
In this case, he felt it best to watch and wait.

(A Night at the Museum)

Life rarely proceeds in a straight line, and this was definitely not one of
those occasions.  In the very first 9th Grade science project of the year,
Jamie and his teammate, Pete Sandstrom, took first place at Anne's Harbor
High School.  (Matt wondered why his redhead hadn't teamed up with Dylan
Smith, but decided to say nothing.)  The prize had been well chosen for
midteens and beautifully planned. Along with two other teams from
surrounding high schools, one of their teachers and one of the fathers,
they drove to the American Museum of Natural History in New York City late
on a Friday afternoon.  There they joined nearly 300 other 9th Grade prize
winners and their chaperones.  The formal program, underwritten by their
schools, would end at 11:00 a.m. the next day.

Pete and Jamie were beside themselves with excitement!  Naturally, they
consumed a hefty extra lunch packed at home on the drive up to the city -
even though there would be an evening snack at the Museum.  Predictably,
vending machines were available at all times.  Arriving they immediately
put their sleeping bags into which they had packed a few personal items on
the cots to which they were directed.  (Both boys hoped that they didn't
wake up in the middle of the night, for their cots were located in the
midst of the great dinosaur exhibits!)  Before the evening was over, they
would imagine themselves as paleontologists on an expedition while watching
"Dinosaurs Alive" in the LeFrak IMAX Theater, they would explore an exhibit
of live amphibians and reptiles with experienced personnel, and they would
move through the Museum's famous dinosaur gallery lit only by a flashing
strobe and their flashlights.  (The giants of a past age were never so
terrifying!)  After a nice snack, the evening ended with a flashlight
"Museum Quest" through the eerily dark marble hallways on the first and
fourth floors.  Need it be said that the boys were still on high when they
returned to their cots?  Actually, Jamie and Pete pushed their cots
together (for protection against the shadowy T. rex that loomed
threateningly above them?) and quietly carried on for hours!

Following a morning clean up in one of many restrooms and a light but
satisfying breakfast, they found that the Main Museum Shop had opened at
7:30 a.m.  Each student was then directed to an elective session with the
Museum specialist for whom he had signed up prior to leaving Anne's Harbor.
Following a short but powerful program in the famous Hayden Planetarium,
their unique "Night at the Museum" came to a close.

Matt had quite a surprise when Jamie returned in mid afternoon.  He
expected that he would never shut the boy up...that it would be like the
verbal explosion that followed his first day of school.  Not so...  The lad
was decidedly uncommunicative, seemed upset and, to some extent, acted as
if he felt guilty about something.  (Had he been a puppy, you would
definitely have begun searching for the soiled spot on the rug!)  He only
poked at his supper and went up to his room early and never reappeared that
evening.  In fact, he didn't come out of his shell until breakfast on
Monday before he left for school.  Teenagers...

(Craig Bristol)

Matt was already going out of his mind with the added work load at the
College when one burden was lifted from his shoulders.  Jamie came home
later that week actually smiling!  He had checked out the possibilities for
an advanced physical development program suggested by his father, as well
as the possibility of going out of town...say, over to Annapolis.
Evidently, he had wandered into a couple of gyms, including the facility at
the high school, and spoken with several fitness instructors.  His
hands-down favorite was a gym right in Anne's Harbor, i.e., the Bayside
Fitness Club.  He very much liked the proprietor who was also the Head
Fitness Trainer.  Clive and Pete who had gone with him said that their
equipment was the best in the area.  Matt congratulated him on his efforts
and said that he would touch bases with the instructor and see what could
be worked out.

Immediately on entering the club, Matt recognized the young lady at the
front desk as one of his former students.  After they talked pleasantly for
a few minutes, she had a young man give him a thorough tour of the
facility.  Initially, everything from the reception area to the machine
areas to the locker/shower/rest rooms struck him as especially clean, well
organized and staffed.  The young staff member then introduced him to Craig
Bristol, a thirty-one year old who remembered having spoken with Jamie.  In
fact, he said that he had been impressed with the young man.  His problem
was that this was his first club.  Yes, after earning his professional
certificates in addition to a degree, he had served as a fitness instructor
for six years - but only as an employee.  He wanted to build Bayside
up...the right way, and this would take time and energy.  Accepting the boy
as a special client represented a major commitment.  Hence, he surely
wasn't interested in committing to a program that would last for only a
couple of weeks - nor did he think that would appeal to the Professor.
Matt was impressed.  Realizing that Bristol was quite busy, he took the
next step and invited him over to the house for a more thorough discussion.
In fact, he invited him to dinner with the two of them two nights hence.
Matt was only human - and, frankly, he was much relieved when the
proprietor accepted his invitation.

The evening turned out to be pleasant as well as productive.  Jamie seemed
to be his old effervescent self at dinner.  When the boy returned to his
room to continue working on his homework, the two adults talked at length
in Matt's study.  The upshot was that Bristol agreed to serve as his
Personal Trainer - as long as the boy was still seriously interested.
Knowing the answer to that question, Matt took out his checkbook and wrote
a check for several thousand dollars.  "We agree, sir," Matt summarized,
"to allow Jamie to cancel within two weeks with a two hundred dollar
penalty. Otherwise, the remainder of the six months fee will be paid on the
schedule we discussed."  "Correct, sir," Bristol said.  "By the way, Jamie
will be my first exclusive client in the new club.  Believe that I'm going
to do everything I can to make it well worth your while...and Jamie's.  As
a matter of fact, given his age, I would prefer to think of our working
together to help him grow.  Oh, yes, a couple more notes: Since your son
had a full physical less than two months ago, it will be enough if he
brings a note from your physician certifying that he is able to engage in
'monitored strength training and aerobic exercise suitable for his age and
physical condition'.  Secondly, Professor Wreston. I surely prefer that you
use my first name."  "Only if you will use mine," Matt said pleasantly and
extended his hand.

Yelling up the staircase to Jamie, asking him to come downstairs, produced
a flurry of activity and, finally, a young man more or less clad in torn
cargo shorts and a ratty T- shirt.  "I think your judgment about Bayside
was pretty much on target, son," Matt said.  "Mr.  Bristol wonders if you
are still interested."  "Yes, sir!" the boy exclaimed emphatically.  "Can
I...sorry...May I start on Thursday?"  Looking guiltily at Matt, he added,
"I've got a big English test on Wednesday, and I'm...kinda behind."  "I
think that's a plan," the young instructor said with a wide grin.  "Any
other questions?"  "Yes, sir," Jamie replied.  "What kind of gymwear shall
I bring?"  "You show up with some mostly white gym shoes and your jock,"
the instructor said.  "I'll provide you with the two sets of Club shorts,
Ts, and athletic socks that your dad has already purchased for you.  He's a
good man, by the way.  You're lucky to have him as a dad!  Now upstairs
with you, Red, and get back to preparing for that test!"  The youngster
grinned and passed by Bristol as he headed for the stairs.  Receiving a
solid slap on the rump, he yelped and roared up the stairs two at a time.
Reaching the landing, he turned back towards the two men, grinned
mischievously, and disappeared down the hall.  "I see you enjoy working
with young people," Matt observed appreciatively.  "Yep," Craig murmured
softly.  "If you don't enjoy the age groups with which you're working, you
don't get very far with them."  He paused before continuing in a stronger
voice.  "Sorry, Professor, you're the professional educator here.  I look
forward to learning from you and Jamie, as well as making my contribution."
Matt just laughed, slapped him heartily on the back, and wished him a safe
journey home.

(The New Program)

Jamie biked over to the Club as soon as school was out on Thursday.  He
found Bristol speaking with a young woman in the reception area.  "Hi,
Red!" the Director greeted him warmly.  After quickly scanning his doctor's
note, he handed it to her, latched onto the teen's heavy traps with a big
paw, and guided him around the Club, introducing him to staffers and
equipment as they went.  Ending up in the locker/shower/rest room area, he
gave the redhead a combination lock, told him to strip and place all of his
clothes other than his gym shoes and jockstrap in his locker, and then
knock on the inside door that was labeled "Director".  For the moment, he
should just carry his shoes and jock.

As the teen entered Bristol's office, the Director finished completing a
new record page, paused momentarily, and then spent a couple of minutes
scanning him critically from head to foot.  He had begun to blush under the
close scrutiny, until Bristol grinned and exclaimed, "My God, Jamie, you
have to be one of the most promising fourteen year olds I have ever
encountered!  Congratulations on the hard work needed to get this far.
Obviously, Midshipman Burns and you did a fantastic job!  I assume you want
to take it to the next step?  By that I simply mean safely building your
muscles and your strength...your general fitness? You want to build up your
body until it not only feels and looks great, but immediately does whatever
needs to be done easily and smoothly.  Right?"  "Right, sir!" Jamie
answered smartly, his face a study in intensity.  "Ok," the Director
continued.  "Come on over here and jump up on the scale.  We need to begin
the weighing and measuring process that will take place at many of our
sessions.

"One hundred thirty-eight lbs, just a hair under five feet eight inches,"
the instructor intoned as he entered the numbers onto Jamie's record.  "Not
bad, Big Guy.  Now, if you will go over and stand in front of that chair,
I'd like to take just a minute to satisfy myself that the parts are working
the way they're supposed to."  For a good ten minutes, Bristol sat in the
chair until Jamie was sure that he must have prodded and sqeezed just about
every muscle in his body.  Not surprisingly, as he fingers pressed slightly
into his lower stomach, the boy's mighty prong erected with a force that
startled even his instructor.  "Sorry," the youngster whispered, his face
reddening.  "Let's have none of that, Wreston!" Bristol snapped sharply.
"Your cock simply did what it was designed to do.  Don't ever be sorry to
be a man!"  With that he reached up and fondly ruffled the boy's thick red
hair.  Returning his eyes to the throbbing, dripping pillar, he squinted
and drawled in his best cowboy-flick imitation, "Did you ever have to go
down to the sheriff's office, Red, and register that thing . . ."  "As a
dangerous weapon?"  Jamie completed the old saw, laughing so hard that for
an instant he tottered forward against the man.  "Sorry again, sir!" the
boy guffawed, completely unable to stop laughing and giggling.  "Ok,
podner, his instructor chuckled, "let's finish up.  I think you're going to
live, Jamie.  More than that, you've got the bone structure to carry a lot
of muscle.  Before we're through, you're going to have a spectacular
physique - and we're going to do it safely!  Got it?"  The big redhead just
looked at him with trust, devotion...and, yes, a little lust...in his eyes.

Several minutes later, having donned his jock and dressed in the relatively
brief, dark blue shorts and a white T-shirt - both bearing the Club logo -
and heavy white socks that covered big feet thrust into his relatively new
white gym shoes, he proudly looked into a tall mirror.  "You've got two
sets, Red," Bristol exclaimed, his hand on the lad's shoulder.  "Come in
here in dirty, smelly clothes and there'll be all hell to pay!"  Jamie
nodded quietly, knowing by now that the man's bark was considerably worse
than his bite...and that he had gained a new and very good friend.

After spending 5-10 minutes warming up and stretching, Jamie spent the rest
of the session in sit-ups, pushups, and pull-ups.  The Director watched
carefully, criticizing his technique when it was less than perfect.
Finally, it was time to wrap things up.  After he had cooled down a bit and
again stretched the muscles he had used, his instructor snapped, "Good
job!" and told him to get a shower.  "In here or off the locker room, sir?"
Jamie asked.  "Well, Red, you're my personal client," Bristol replied.  "If
you want to shower in here, you may."  "May I shower with you, sir?" the
boy asked mischievously.  Bristol paused, then shrugged and replied, "Only
if your dad says you can.  You ask; tell me next time."  As Jamie showered,
his instructor told him that he would be working with weights and other
exercises for his abdomen and upper and lower bodies on three days a week.
On the remaining four, he would be involved in an aerobic exercise program.
(Some of the latter work, of course, might be completed at school if he
went out for teams such as soccer, track, or wrestling.  Then, too, he
would be spending quite a bit of time in his pool at home.)  As he dried
off on the mat in front of the shower, Bristol added that he'd receive a
chart that gave him the schedule for each day of the week.  Taking the
towel and catching a few spots that Jamie had missed, his instructor
finally popped him on the rear and set him off to dress and head for home.

Matt noticed that there was actually spring in his step when his redhead
walked in the door.  "Have a good day?" he asked with a knowing grin.
Dinner was prepared and half-eaten before a happy, smiling kid completed
his blow-by-blow answer.  Oh, yes.  When he asked about showering with the
coach, Matt paused and then said that he trusted both his son and Craig
Bristol.  The decision was his to make.  Jamie smile grew wider.  His
system even settled down enough that for the first time in ages he got some
solid homework done.  Only when Jamie slipped into bed with him - which he
hadn't done for some time - and affectionately rubbed his back did Matt
realize how good a day it had been!

The next several weeks were among the happiest in Jamie's life.  Jeb's
exercise program had built such a firm foundation - and Jamie's
determination to reach new heights was such - that the Bayside program had
extraordinarily quick results.  Within the shortest time, that which had
been mostly bulk with taut surfaces was transformed into hard, beautifully
shaped muscle.  Overnight, it seemed, a large, handsome, well set-up
fourteen year old was transformed into a marble statue that the Classical
Age would have revered.  The planes of his face and body were such that he
looked more mature.  The redhead was ecstatic!  In part, of course, Jamie's
determination to give Craig Bristol bit of energy and obedience he
possessed was fired by the reaction of his buddies at school.  They saw his
seemingly quick physical transformation and most were out of their minds
with envy.  It was also the case, however - though this is difficult to put
into words - that Jamie believed that he had finally found someone who
believed in him and, what's more, had time for him.  The emotional climate
and events of his last year in Oregon had created giant fissures in his
life, fissures that were not going to be closed easily or quickly.  Matt
Wreston had achieved wonders with the boy, but the heavy professional
responsibilities that had been suddenly thrust upon him could not have come
at a worse time...at least for Jamie.  However deep the love he retained
for Matt, the youngster sorely NEEDED the physical closeness, the daily
supervision, and the emotional support that Bristol was giving him.  (Given
the experience of a fourteen year old with this boy's history, there was
simply no way that he could have adequately understood why Matt's support
had suddenly been so sharply reduced.)  Finally, as is so often the case
during this pivotal period in a male's life, his sexual desires were being
defined and disclosed in ways that he could no longer fully control either
through willpower or by ignoring them.

(Foreplay)

Jamie had several memories of the early weeks of the Bayside program.
First and foremost, he remembered how vibrantly alive he felt when he and
Clyde Bristol showered together after their workout sections.  In the past,
his relationships with males (Matt, Robby, Jeb, Dylan and, to a great
extent, even Pete Sandstrom) had tended to be one-sided.  He had (largely
undefined) feelings that he tried to express, but the response of the
other, if not negative, was either lacking or severely limited.  That was
simply not the case with his fitness instructor.  The first time Jamie
startled him by lathering him up in the shower, for instance, was met by
Clyde's obvious pleasure.  For Jamie, however, the point was that in return
the man held him tightly while he lathered him with even more enthusiasm
than HE had dared show.  A hard erection experienced in the shower was not
merely greeted by an accepting smile and a few words on normal adolescent
sexuality.  It resulted in mutual TOUCHING.  It resulted in mutual
excitement as skin stretched so far that it almost became translucent as it
reddened and grew slick with body fluids.  It only fed his desire for Craig
to touch him EVERYWHERE...and his determination to be more adventurous
himself.

Jamie also remembered the day when his instructor suddenly told him to stop
in the middle of an exercise.  "Red," he said, "I've got a problem.  I'm
trying to carefully observe your muscles and devise exercise sequences that
will always take you one step further.  My problem lies in the fact that
you are a big, fast-maturing guy, who could easily be a year or two older."
Experiencing a mixture of embarrassment and sharp, physical pleasure, Jamie
hung his head bashfully.  "You've got so damned much body hair, Red, that
it prevents my following the movements of many of your muscles!  Also, a
little later on, I'd like to take a few "before" photos - completely
private - that we could compare with those we would take "after" various
exercise programs.  Again, you're such a hairy beast that it's hard to see
how beautifully built you are.  Is there any way that you'd allow me to
remove quite a bit of that hair for the duration of our work?  Then, of
course, it would grow back in."  The boy lifted his head and stared
directly into the man's eyes.  "Sure, there's a way, sir," he said in a
straightforward, direct tone of voice.  "Would you be so kind as to tell me
what it is?" the instructor countered.  "That's easy, sir," the boy said in
an unexpectedly lower register, indicating that his voice was beginning to
settle down.  "Simply ask me to let you remove any hair that's in the way.
You're a great teacher...and a great guy," the redhead exclaimed earnestly.
"I trust you, and my dad trusts you. Anything you want is yours...on the
spot...no discussion."

Even though there would be as many more body shaves, Jamie knew he would
never forget the first one - the way that the trimmer quickly removed the
longer hairs under his arms, on his solid torso, around his genitals, upper
thighs, and butt and on his legs and feet...the warm shaving soap that
allowed the razor to glide and remove the stubble...the way in which Craig
stroked the underside of his cock until it went hard and he was able to
remove every dark red hair from the base up...and the way in which the two
of them worked together to stretch his long nut sack until every hair could
be removed from his furry balls.  Nor would he forget how he stood in front
of the long mirror when he was through, Craig in back of him with one arm
thrown diagonally across his torso and his hand resting on his lower
stomach.  God, he did look great and he really could see how muscular he
was becoming.  His chest was amazing...and so was his package that looked
bigger by a third!  If only he hadn't developed the hard-on to end all
hard-ons!  He giggled when his hairless, newly sensitized butt told him
that Craig was every bit as hard as he!

All would have been perfect had he not begun to figure one thing out.
Beyond the effect of the Program on his physique and health, there was no
question about his wanting Craig's physical attention - or wanting to
express his feelings physically.  The simple truth was that he increasingly
needed both.  Nor did he believe that he was doing anything wrong.  (How
many hours had he lain sleepless working out his answer to that question!)
After thinking about it over several nights, he decided that the difficulty
was twofold.  First, together with indicators about who turned him on, the
present activity brought him face to face with the conclusion that he was
gay.  Hell, he no longer could say that he WASN'T gay, but he sure didn't
want to be.  Remembering what his dad had told him about Matthew Shepard
when they drove through Laramie - or what he had seen in school...and heard
at home in Portland about his uncle - who would?  But homosexuality was a
wall surrounding him that grew taller and taller by the day - a wall that
isolated him, threatened him, and made him feel unsure about his own worth.

He found the second difficulty harder to describe.  True, he knew what he
needed and he didn't think he was doing wrong.  Nevertheless, there was
something deep down within him...perhaps something woven into the very
structure or core of his being...that said it WAS wrong and that what he
was doing - and allowing others to do to him - was wrong and dirty and
destructive.  It wasn't even a religious matter; neither he nor his family
had ever been "religious".  It was just there...and it engendered a lot of
guilt whether or not he needed that crap!  Suddenly he remembered his
middle school "World History" class and a discussion of the "cultural
unconscious" that was really interesting.  Maybe prehistoric people had
thought that if they claimed an all-powerful "God" had told homosexual
males that they needed to hunt, farm, wage wars, and create more babies
rather than write poetry or make love to the person they really wanted,
they would be more likely to follow the majority's wishes rather than their
own, and the society would be stronger.  Maybe people had been told that
for so long that it got lodged in the depths of their being...way back in
their minds...or, if you will, in every person's cultural unconscious.  If
that were true, the old feelings would surely return eon after eon in every
area of the globe.  The only way for them to be stilled would be for people
to confront those feelings when they experienced them and tell them to
stick it!  Maybe...but he still felt guilty at times, and sometimes it got
so depressing that even the exercise program didn't help much.

So there you have it: Increasingly, Jamie could neither escape the
conclusion that he was homosexual nor the implications of that conclusion.
Even though he didn't think he was doing anything wrong, he felt guilty
about both his gay feelings and his incipient gay activity.  In turn, the
guilt brought on a deepening depression.


(To Be Continued)