Date: Sat, 27 Dec 2014 13:28:00 -0800
From: Matthew C <matteo_84cdm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chapter 11, Mikey & The Health Club, Adult Youth

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11 Mikey and the Health Club

It is the Saturday before the last full week of summer. The wrestling crew
is coming over for another session. Another session of wrestling that is,
not the stuff that happened later. I've invited Christian too, which will
be a good thing. I don't think he knows that at least three of the guys
that he'll be wrestling with are gay or leaning that way and possibly all
four are. Maybe if they all swim again he'll get an inkling.

Cade and Zac show up first. They've ridden their bikes from Cade's house.

"Zac, uh stayed over last night," Cade explains.

Well yeah Cade, if you blew me in the shower and spooned with me nude, I'd
want to spend the night at your house too I think, but I just grin at them
and Zac blushes because I am sure he knows what I am thinking.

Felix drops off Christian next. I send the three boys down to the mat room
to get started on stretching. I have to figure out a way to let Christian
know they both might be gay, or let them know that Christian is, but I
can't do it in such a way that breaks anyone's confidences.

Matt Phillips shows up and Drew is right behind him. Both give me nice
hugs.

"The other three are downstairs already," I tell them.

"Three?" asks Matt?

"I invited Christian Ortega, he's been having a rough time lately and he
can use some friends he can trust."

"That's cool," Matt says, "Chris can hang with us (meaning he is good
enough to wrestle with these guys). He is a cool kid too. We'll make sure
he knows we'll be here for him too if he needs friends... whatever the
circumstances."

"Thanks Matt, you guys head down and I'll grab my wrestling shoes."

I grab my shoes and head down the stairs from my bedroom. When I get in the
hallway I hear a high pitched screaming coming from the mat room. I hustle
down there wondering what mayhem is going on. When I get in the mat room
Matt has Christian down on the mat, locked in a body lock with his legs and
he is digging into Christian's armpits. Christian is screaming and
laughing.

"Say it," Matt says, "say it, `Matt is the coolest, Matt is the coolest'"

Christian continues to wiggle and struggle, but Matt has him in a vise grip
and he finally figures out resistance is futile.

"Okay, oaky," Christian manages to get out in short breaths, "Matt is the
coolest, Matt is the coolest'.

Matt releases Christian and Christian leaps up and yells, "coolest nerd!"
and runs behind me. Matt jumps up to chase after him, but I blow my
whistle.

"Can we get going ladies?"

"You can run but you can't hide Ortega!" Matt winks at me.

Christian is out of breath, but he is grinning ear to ear.

"Come stretch next to me Chris," Matt says patting the mat next to him
softly.

Christian eyes Matt suspiciously.

"Go ahead, I'll guarantee your safety," I tell the grinning Christian.

We manage to get through the stretching and warm ups with minimal
tomfoolery, but I think Matt's torturing of Christian has told Christian he
is one of the group and Christian is already feeling better about life.

We go hard on the drills for about 60 minutes before I get to the final
drills, what I call `situational' wrestling. I create the scenario, such
as, `it is state finals, bottom man you have to escape to be state champ,
top man, if you hang on you are state champ; you have 10 seconds', and then
I blow the whistle. It brings an element of excitement and motivation to
the drills. Matt usually wins, but not every time. Sometimes when the
offensive wrestler starts with a single leg off the mat already and all the
other wrestler has to do is not give up control; it is very hard to score
for the defensive man, but it is also a very real situation.

We do 30 minutes of that and by the end all five boys are dripping in
sweat, sore and tired.

"We're going swimming," Matt says when he has his shoes off.

He drapes an arm around Christian before heading for the door and says
something to him in a low voice. The other boys follow Matt down the hall
and up the stairs that go through my bedroom. I stay behind to turn off the
lights and radio. When I get to my room there is a pile of wet, stinky
shirts, shorts, underwear and socks in the middle of the floor.

That means I have five skinny dipping teens in my pool. I hope Christian is
able to handle the stimulus, but even if he isn't, he'll be fine in this
crowd. I gather up the dirty clothes, strip off mine too and throw the lot
in the washing machine. I grab six robes from the linen closet and head
back to the pool area. The boys are engaged in a `Marco Polo' game so I
throw the robes down on a couch and go call De Stefano's for a delivery. I
got three larges last time and they disappeared quickly, so I order five
larges, chicken wings and salads this time.

I jump in the pool for a fast cool down and I am quickly attacked by
Christian and Matt, who are determined to dunk me. It will be a snowy day
in August before just two lightweight wrestlers can dunk me, but they have
fun trying. When the doorbell goes off I tell the boys their options are
food or trying to dunk me still. Food wins.

When I get to my iPhone to check the front door cam, I see it is Trevor, so
I throw on a robe, open the door remotely and tell Trevor we are on the
lanai. Given his encounter with Mikey, I think I'll float this trial
balloon. He comes out to the patio.

"Another one of your wrestling parties Tim?" he asks raising an eyebrow.

Last time Trevor showed up the guys were already out of the pool and Matt's
robe fell open. This time they were still in the pool and Matt jumps out of
the pool naked as a jaybird and walks up where Trevor and I are with his
cock swinging side to side like an elephant's trunk. I swear I wouldn't be
surprised if it grabbed a piece of pizza and stuffed it in Matt's
face. Matt puts a robe on when he gets there.

"Hey Trev," Matt says simply.

"Matt," Trevor returns casually, but his eyes are bugging out of his head.

Matt grabs the other robes for the guys and heads to the pool. Trevor is
trying to get the bill for me, but as the guys get out of the pool naked
and grab robes, Trevor is just too distracted.

"And how do I get invited to one of these Tim?" Trevor asks.

"Just say the word Trevor, you are always welcome."

"The word," he says with a smile, "thanks for the tip. You don't always
need to tip so much you know."

"I know, but I like to."

Matt has a smirk on his face as he comes back to the table. I open the
pizza boxes and jump back so I don't lose a hand. I dish out the salads,
which I know will be an afterthought, but as soon as the wings box is open
too, those start to disappear as well. Christian is bonding well with the
guys. He seems pretty comfortable that they are accepting of him and some
of his previous anxiety seems to melt away.

Once lunch is inhaled, Zac and Cade announce they are going to the beach
and they invite Christian along.

"You're coming too, right Drew?" Zac asks.

"Of course," Drew answers, "you Matt?"

"Naw, I'm kinda beached out."

"Be sure to drop back by to pick up your clothes guys," I remind them.

Which reminds me I have to throw them in the dryer. I head to the laundry
room throw all the clothes in the dryer with some dryer sheets and return
to the patio, except Matt isn't there. I can't imagine he'd leave without
saying goodbye.

I hear what sounds like a TV on in my bedroom so I slide open one of the
doors and head in. Matt's robe is hanging over a chair and Matt is in my
bed with the TV controller switching through channels.

"I decided to stay for an afternoon in bed," he explains to me, with a
shit-eating, self confident grin.

He knows I am not going to say no or kick him out. I slip off my robe, lay
it on top of his and slide into bed next to him. I stop just short of
making physical contact with him so he frowns at me and slides the rest of
the way between us , just to make sure I know that napping wasn't what he
had in mind when he said, `an afternoon in bed'.

He puts down the TV controller and rolls on top of my side with his left
leg draped over me. I can feel his cock on my leg. It isn't even hard and I
can feel how big it is.

"Do you know the worst thing about having a big dick?" he asks me.

"Everyone wants you to fuck them and you never get fucked," I answer.

"Yeah," he says, lifting his head off my chest, "how did you know?"

"You aren't the first big dicked guy I've known, just the guy with the
highest dick to body weight ratio."

Matt grins at that acknowledgement.

"They all have the same complaint that everyone wants to bottom for them
and never top them. We can rectify that this afternoon. How many times do I
need to do it to balance the scales?"

Matt looks sheepish, guilty and very pleased all at once.

"I've been very popular since 7th grade," he says, "that was when I first
started showering in middle school and when my parents got me my membership
to the health club. Then once girls started hearing rumors about Godzilla
they wanted to see him, touch him, pet him, kiss me and a few have even
wanted to show him their cave. Then I made Godzilla do pushups until he
throws up."

"Hmmm, Godzilla hunh?"

"Well he is a monster," Matt giggles.

"That he is," I acknowledge, "I hope Godzilla always wears a raincoat when
he goes in the cave. We don't need any little Matts yet. Does that mean you
are bi then?"

"Yes, Godzilla always wears his raincoat with the ladies and no, I am not
bi, but I don't mind a little adventure now and then and it offers me
pretty good cover for my preferred choice in partners."

"I understand that part. I certainly had my cover girlfriends too through
high school. But what I am hearing is I probably can't balance the scales
with guys in an afternoon?"

Matt laughs, "no, it would take a month of three times a day to balance the
scales I think, but it's a start."

That was when I pulled Matt on top of me, rolled him to his back and
started to make out with him. We made out for longish time, grinding our
cocks into each other as we did, but I really wanted a close encounter with
Godzilla so I threw the covers back. Matt is a gorgeous black haired, blue
eyed guy of Irish heritage so his pubic hair is jet black too. With pubic
hair as one of my minor fetishes, I run my fingers through the small patch
around Godzilla as I take him in my mouth. I deep throat him first, just so
he knows I can. Then I go into my more conventional mode of giving a blow
job.

Matt isn't just long, but he is thick too. Since his dick is oversized, his
head is too, so I pay a lot of attention to it with my tongues and lips and
am rewarded with moans and `oh fucks' from Matt telling me that I am doing
something right. I mix in deep throatings with going down half way and
jacking on the lower half. I get Matt close and then back off because I am
not ready for him to cum just yet. I want to move to my next little
favorite and that is rimming.

If assholes can ever be pretty, Matt has one of the prettiest ones I've
ever seen. When I start my licking and penetrating with my tongue, Matt
moans even louder.

"Oh my gawd Gallagher, you have a real talent there. If you could bottle
that you'd make a million."

"Speaking of bottles," I say.

I move over to the nearest nightstand and pull out a bottle of lube, I grab
the Wet Ecstasy Xtra. It is the cooling, peppermint flavored lube and I
spread it around Matt's magic circle first with my fingers to spread it
well and then with my tongue.

"Holy cold fuck Batman, what is that?"

"A special treat," I say between licks.

A few more minutes on Matt's O-ring and it is time for the main event so I
get up to my knees and start the opening process.

"Oh goody," Matt says like a kid on Christmas morning because he knows what
is coming.

It takes a little while to get him where I want, but soon enough I am ready
to enter him.

"Is this the position you want Matt or is there some other way?"

"I get a choice?" he smiles.

"The first time."

He giggles at me saying, `the first time'.

"Then can we do it on the patio, outdoors on one of the lounges?"

Matt rolls off the bed and heads to a lounge chair under the cover of the
patio roof, but where a good breeze is flowing. He lies face down and
spreads his legs wide with his feet touching the patio tiles so I can get
in between his legs easily. A little prep work, a lift of Matt's hips and I
slip in easily. Since Matt is `top deprived' I want to give him the best
topping I can. I head out the gate at a fast pace and I am determined to
keep this pace up for as long as I can, 15 to 20 minutes at least. Whatever
I am doing, he seems to be enjoying it.

Matt has an incredibly great looking ass. It isn't very big, but is has a
great shape and very distinct cheeks. I hang on to them for awhile while I
am plunging inside him. Then I work up his back, slender and muscular until
I have my hands on his shoulders and I am penetrating even deeper each
thrust. Matt grunts an approval on that.

I am not sure the exact time, but I have a good internal clock so I am
pretty sure I am approaching the twenty minute mark that is about my limit
for the pace I am going before I start cramping in my ass and
hamstrings. Other than some grunts, groans and moans there hasn't been a
lot of communication between Matt and me, at least not verbal
communications, but now is the time to start.

"I have to cum soon Matt," I let him know.

"Okay, I can cum anytime too, I can be ready in 30 seconds."

"Do it," I tell him.

Like a runner who can see the finish line I take the pace from fast to
frantic and I look down at my dick slamming into Matt's hole, always a turn
on for me and before I can tell Matt I am cumming I start my ejaculations,
but he knows because I can feel him clamping down on my cock, which
heightens my orgasm.

"Fuck yes," Matt says as he starts to blow into the towel he is lying on in
the lounge chair.

Even as I stop pumping, I don't pull out, I stay inside Matt, breathing
heavily rubbing Matt's back. He is heaving for breath too, before he pulls
the towel out from under him and turns onto his back, causing me to fall
out of him.

"Oh wow, that makes up for two or three on balance," Matt says as he pulls
me down into an embrace.

"And that is just the first," I whisper in his ear before I kiss him.

We lie there for a few moments with his arms and legs wrapped around me, he
is stroking my back and a nice breeze is blowing through the patio. I think
I can stay here all day like this, but if I am going to going help Matt
balance the scales I need to do something to recharge the batteries.

"Let's go for a swim."

Matt is reluctant to leave where we are, but I whisper I'll make it worth
his while so that perks him up.

We head to the pool and dive in. The water is cool and it rinses away the
sweat and residue from our session on the lounger. Matt swims over to me
and clamps around me like Mikey did, a little more than a month ago that
opened this flood gate for me. Matt wants to know what I am going to do to
make it worth his while for leaving the comfy position we were in before.

So I show him.

I start with kissing, but at a more intense, insistent level than we had
had before, including a little, light lip biting. Then I move to kissing
his neck and that fuels his passion as I feel him getting hard again. I
move to the side of the pool so I can lean him against the side and move
down to his nipples. They are already hard from the coolness of the pool,
which just makes them more sensitive when I bite at them gently and tweak
them.

I don't think anyone has done much nipple play with Matt before based on
his reaction and what he is saying. I get the impression he didn't think
that nipples on a guy served any function, but he is finding out how erotic
they can be. They are dime sized, purplish with a series of bumps along the
edge and each one is standing up. Matt is fully hard again and pushing up
into me grinding, so it is time for phase three. I lift him up onto the
pool deck and started sucking him again. This time though I am not getting
off his dick until I have a mouthful of happiness. He seems to fight the
idea at first because I think he wants to cum again with me fucking him,
but I really want to taste him so he gets the idea and gives up trying to
stop the inevitable.

I am working him hard, because I want him to cum quickly this time so I can
move on to phase three. Within five minutes I have Matt gushing into my
mouth and I swallow him whole as he empties out and lies back spent.

"Don't quit yet cowboy, we are just starting," I tell him.

Matt lifts his head off the pool decking to smile at me. I grab him and
throw him over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes and return to my
bedroom. Because I didn't just cum, I am ready to go right now and the
excitement of sucking him off hasn't died yet so neither has my erection. I
flop Matt onto my bed on his back and move in between his legs, scooping
them up, lifting his hips as I do.

"Can you handle this right now?" I ask him.

"Oh hells yeah, I may not get hard for a few minutes, but if you can last
15 minutes, I'll be ready to shoot again."

"This will be longer than fifteen, I assure you that."

The lube is still on the bed so I lather myself up and reapply it to Matt's
rose. My dick slips in very easily and staying on my knees I start a slow
methodical pump this time. I rocked forward and back into Matt and even
though it is slow, it appears effective, because Matt is groaning and
squirming in pleasure. At ten minutes Matt is fully hard again. At fifteen
minutes I pick up the pace a little. At twenty minutes my knees come off
the bed and I am driving down in to Matt. I pull back and slam down
noisily. When I hit the twenty five minute mark, even though I am going in
and out pretty fast and aggressively I lean down to start kissing Matt.

"Start jacking," I tell him between kisses.

Five more minutes of kissing Matt and I am ready to blow my load.

"Less than a minute," I gasp out.

Matt starts to jack furiously. When I feel his ejaculation hitting my chest
I lose it inside of him over and over again. It is an intense climax that
has me worn. I withdraw from Matt, roll to my back and pull him on top.

"Well that was fun," he says when he has recovered his breath.

"You bet it was! Let's shower."

We have a nice, relaxing shower, entwined as the warm water washes over us
until Matt realizes he is one climax ahead of me. He sinks to his knees and
gives me an incredible blow job. The boy has talent for sure. Next time I
have to test his prowess as a top, which I suspect he is equally good
at. We dry off from the shower and head back into the bedroom. I've thrown
all the used golf towels in a hamper and returned the lube to its place in
the night stand.

"How about a real afternoon in bed?" I ask Matt and he quickly agrees.

We climb under the covers and I grab the remote and my iPad. Matt snuggles
into me contentedly.

"How long until I can come out do you think?"

"It depends on your parent's attitude towards it, but I'd wait until after
you've won at least one state title. I think you'd add too much pressure to
yourself before that. I might even wait until after your second state
title."

"You think I can really win two state titles?"

"I think you can win three if you apply yourself and stay focused. That is
one of the things wrong with coming out. It creates a distraction."

"Mmmm," he replies, mulling it over.

We watch TV and chat, but mostly just snuggle. A little after 3PM the
doorbell rings and it is Christian, probably come back to get his clothes
that are still in the dryer.

"Are you okay if I let Christian in back here with us like this?"

"Will he freak out?" Matt asks.

"He won't freak out. He might be surprised, but it will be a happy
surprise."

"Oh really?" Matt asks as his voice rises at the end.

I answer the door remotely with my iPad, "I'm in the bedroom Christian,
come on back."

"Should I stay snuggled?" Matt wants to know.

"Yes."

Christian starts talking before he reaches my bedroom door.

"Tim? I just came back too..."

He stops mid speech as he comes into the bedroom and sees Matt and me
cuddled up. He looks stunned and his mouth moves a couple of time, but
nothing comes out.

"Care to join us Christian?" I ask quietly.

"In bed?" he asks with some surprise.

"Un hunh," is all I say.

Christian smiles shyly and peels his tank top to join us.

"You'll need to lose more than that," Matt informs him.

Christian raises an eyebrow, but drops his board shorts too.

"Oo, very nice," Matt says at what he sees.

Christian blushes, but lifts the covers to crawl under them anyway.

"Come here in between us," and Matt and I split apart so Christian can slip
in the middle of us.

Christian's body is warm compared to the cool of the bedroom. Matt rolls to
his side facing Christian and starts to explore his body gently with his
right hand. As he moves into contact with Christian, something startles
Christian.

"What the..." he starts and then he lifts the covers to look down. "Holy
Mother...  what is that?"

"Say hello to my lee-tell friend Godzilla," Matt smiles.

Christian reaches down in disbelief to feel it as if it must be some kind
of optical illusion.

"Woah," he says; then "what about you?"  As he turns to me and feels my
soft cock.

"Not nearly as impressive I am afraid Christian," I tell him.

"Plenty impressive to me," Christian returns.

"Thanks."

Curiosity overwhelms me so I run a hand down Christian's torso to his cock,
which feels close to fully hard. Christian moans as I manipulate it a
couple of times. I also run my fingers around the base of his cock and feel
his nice patch of pubic hairs. He rolls to me and moves his face to mine. I
kiss him sweetly, run my hand over his butt, touching lightly on his hole
as I do. Christian moans into my mouth.

"I think you two have some talking to do," I say to Christian and Matt,
"and I have some work to do."

With that I slide out of bed leaving Matt and Christian to get acquainted
in a new way. Christian starts to protest my leaving, but Matt silences
him.

"Another time Tim?" Matt asks.

"Definitely," I answer and that seems to satisfy Christian.

After I retrieve my robe from the chair, I close the bedroom door behind me
and head to my library/smoking room. There are no internal surveillance
cameras in my bedroom, they only exist in the downstairs rooms and the
entry way and hallways of the upstairs and in the pool house, but I do have
two computers with cameras on them. Using my iPad I remotely access the two
cameras, turn them and start recording. I pull up the first camera and it
looks like Matt and Christian are done talking already.  The covers are off
and Christian is on top of Matt in between his legs. The two wrestlers are
making out and grinding into each other. I don't need to watch since the
cams are recording, so I head back to the laundry area to fold the clothes
in case the rest of the boys show up after they leave the beach.

I take the folded clothes into the great room and lay them out on a table,
I am not quite sure which ones belong to whom, but I'll let the boys sort
that out as they come by. It's been about 20 minutes and I am dying to
check on the progress of Matt and Christian, so I go out to the pool house
to use the desktop computer in there, it has a huge screen.

Christian is on his hands and knees, with his ass in the air, in between
Matt's legs doing to the best he can to give Matt a blow job. He must be
doing a decent job because Matt, who is flat on his back, looks like he is
in ecstasy, but maybe that is partly because he has to have a sensitive
cock right now. If he winds up cumming it will be his fourth time today. I
see Christian's head jerk up quickly and then go all the way down, or as
far down he can get his mouth. I am guessing Matt just came. And sure
enough, Christian rolls to his back, smiling and wiping his mouth while
Matt's dick goes down. Matt says something to Christian and points.

When Christian opens the nightstand I am correct in my assumption that is
going for lube and with Matt's dick in retreat, it can only mean that
Christian is going to fuck Matt. And sure enough, Matt lifts his legs up
and Christian lubes his cock, which is as nice looking hard as it felt. It
is easily 6½ inches, decently thick for a guy his age and of course it
sticks straight up. He has to pull it down pretty far to get it to Matt's
hole. He slips it in like he knows what he is doing and he is quickly at
work, driving deep in Matt. Christian is really into it and working hard;
not only can you see the muscles in his butt at work, but his back and
shoulder muscles are at work too. I stop watching now because I can watch
the whole show later. I go out to the patio and turn on one of the TVs to
see what sports are on. There is a baseball game, but baseball bores me to
tears, there is a pre-season NFL game on, but that is worse than baseball
so I have to settle for NASCAR, which isn't my favorite, but the best thing
on until college football starts next week.

Twenty minutes later a naked Matt and Christian come out of the wooden
doors. Matt looks tired, but happy as all get out and Christian is a little
shy still with all the nudity and openness, but he is adjusting. He comes
over and sits next to me and whispers in my ear.

"I like Saturdays at your house better than Ralph's, is it like this every
Saturday?" he asks me with a grin.

"No," I tell him, "you've just arrived at an interesting time in my life
and of these guys."

"Well I like it," and he ends with a giggle.

"Joining me in the pool girls or are you going to giggle and gossip all
day?"

"Coming right now Matt," I tell him.

"Funny, that is what Chris said about five minutes ago," Matt retorts.

Christian doubles over laughing. I stand up and remove my robe.

"C'mon giggles," I say to him.

I dive in after Matt and Christian is close behind me. No sooner are we in
the pool than the doorbell rings and I left my iPad up on the couch.

"Quick, Christian, can you run grab my iPad?"

"Won't it get wet?"

"Nope, it's in a waterproof case."

Christian jumps out and runs up to the couch and runs back with my
iPad. Cute cock and balls are swinging every which way making Matt
laugh. Christian is embarrassed, but not really. He is starting to
appreciate his body and peers who admire him.

As I suspected it is Cade and Zac, back from the beach.

"We are in the pool, c'mon in," as I open the door remotely.

"We just came by to pick up our clothes," Cade says as they walk out onto
the pool deck.

"They are folded on the table in the Great Room, but you guys are welcome
to stay and swim."

"Thanks, but we have to get home, we'll just grab them."

"Hang on a sec," I jump out of the pool and grab a robe, "can we chat for a
second?"

"Sure," they both say.

I take them to the table where the clothes are folded.

"Stop me if I am wrong, but I am guessing you guys are some kind of a
couple right now?"

The blushes and looks tell me yes even before they answer.

"I guess we are, aren't we?" Zac asks Cade, turning to him.

"We are," Cade says looking directly at Zac, which brings a big smile to
Zac's face.

Cade turns to me, "we hadn't talked about it before now, but I think we
knew it."

"To me," I tell them both, "it was kind of obvious and I don't know if that
is because I know the signs or if it is just obvious, but you guys have to
be ready for questions from your parents, especially your mothers, who pick
these things up. You also have to be careful if you are..."

While I search for the right words, Zac says, "playing hide the salami?"
and then giggles.

"Yes, exactly, playing hide the salami. Like I said your mothers are likely
to suspect and then snoop your rooms for evidence or things they find
suspicious. So if you clean up with tissues, flush them, don't throw them
away. If you've exchanged texts or pictures, you need to hide and remove
them. If you don't believe me, talk to Mikey Loftus. He already caught his
mother snooping his room. If you guys need a refuge, a place to hide out
away from family, you are always welcome over here."

"Thanks Tim," Zac says, "Mikey already warned me about my mother and I told
Cade, so we are on our guard there and thanks for the offer to come over
here when we need some private time. That can be really hard sometimes."

We chat a couple more minutes and they head off home.

I get back to the pool and Matt and Christian are on the couch in robes
that aren't fastened, watching TV. Matt stands as I return.

"I should get going too while I can still walk," he teases.

He bends down and gives Christian a nice kiss and then hugs me and gives me
a kiss too.

"Do you think Chris is okay now?" Matt says quietly to me, mildly jerking
my chain.

"I think he is probably pretty good, but seriously, keep an eye on him. Let
me know if you see bruises and cuts that don't look like they are from
wrestling."

"That bad, hunh?"

"Worse," I tell him.

Matt disappears into my bedroom where his backpack is and emerges dressed a
minute later, gives final hugs and heads out, leaving Christian and me in
our bathrobes. Christian smiles and slides over.

"Now can we..."

"No, as much as I'd like to Christian, you are so cute and have a killer
body, I know we'd have a blast, but as long as this thing with your father
is hanging over our heads I think we need to be just friends so no one can
accuse me of doing things for my own ends."

He looks disappointed, but tells me he understands.

"We can still cuddle can't we?" he asks leaning into me.

"That we can still do."

"Without the bathrooms?" he asks hopefully.

My stern look gets a giggle and a "a guy's gotta try," reply from him.

Christian and I watch TV on the patio for awhile until it is about time for
Felix to pick him up and then he and I both get dressed. I send him off and
fix myself a quick dinner and am getting ready to settle in for a quiet
Saturday night when the doorbell rings. It can't be Drew, I don't think
he'd be at the beach this late. I look at my iPad and it is Joey Lynch and
Nolan Kennedy. Interesting.

"C'mon in guys," I say through the intercom as I pop the door.

"To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"You knew didn't you? That I was talking about Joey?" Nolan asks.

"I didn't at first, but after talking with both of you the two stories fit
together too well. I take you have talked and things worked out?"

"We've talked," Joey says, "and you were right, Nolan thinks I am just
being stupid on the age thing, but we haven't actually tested the other
issue yet."

"You mean one and done," I say bluntly.

"Exactly," Nolan bursts out.

"And...?" I am not getting why they've come to see me.

"We want to borrow a room so we can have two or three hours to ourselves
and no fears about parents or anything else," Nolan explains and now it
makes sense.

"Oh that's hot.." I giggle.

Joey blushes, but Nolan is ready to get to it. I lead them down to the
furthest bedroom down the hall and show them where the supplies are. The
boys drop their backpacks on the floor and are already halfway undressed by
the time I have the door closed.

"I don't want to see you boys for at least two hours," I say as a parting
comment as I pull the door closed behind me.

There is a desktop computer in each guest bedroom, so I could turn on the
cam to spy a little, but between what I have already and what is on Mikey's
cloud drive there is more hot stuff than I can look at already. So I retire
to my library to watch TV and surf the Internet a little. Two and a half
hours later two flushed looking boys in boxer shorts track me down in the
library and flop down on a leather couch. Nolan leans into Joey, who
encircles him with his arms.

"Things went well I take it?"

"Perfect," Nolan says.

"Better than perfect," Joey adds.

"I won't ask more, but I guess the fleeing issue is a thing of the past
now?"

"Completely Tim, you convinced me there was no reason to flee and I was
being unfair to Nolan when I did. We talked this out last week and now
we... fixed the problem."

Nolan giggles and then says, "Mikey says you have a place to move files,
you know pictures and videos, so my parents can't find them. It would be
very, very bad if they see what is on my phone and iPad."

"Yeah, do you have them with you?

Both the boys come back to my library with their phones and tablets. I'd
already created a Mail.ru cloud drive for Nolan, with an administrative
back door for me of course, now I quickly set up one for Joey as well. I
have the boys, one at a time create passwords for the accounts and with
their emails.

"Now show me where the files are," I say to Nolan.

"You aren't going to look at them are you," Nolan asks a little sheepishly.

Well not until later I think, but I say, "no, just show where they are
located."

He hands me his iPad and it is slippery. I think there is Wet on it and
from the whiff I get I think I smell peppermint. Nolan winces when he
figures out why I am wiping down his iPad.

Nolan had tried to hide the pics and videos he didn't want anyone to see,
but anyone who knew their way around a computer could have found them
easily. I move them to the cloud, delete them and then I use my Lightning
cable to download the same programs I did for Mikey. I repeat the process
three more times for the boy's phones and tablets.

When I am done I instruct the boys on how to use the apps to keep their
drives clean, how to surf anonymously and tell them to password protect
their phones, tablets and computers. The guys thank me and then say they
have to get going, they'd told their parents they were going to the
movies. I made sure they were ready to answer all kinds of questions about
the movie when their mothers asked how it was.

The door is barely closed behind the boys when I open the new cloud drives
to copy the files to my cloud. Joey has 8,273 photos in 34 folders and
1,009 videos in 15 files; Nolan has 15,771 photos in 56 folders and 1,494
videos in 40 folders.

I better get some lube and a golf towel. It is going to be a busy night.

End of Chapter Eleven