Date: Sun, 4 Jan 2015 06:41:50 -0800
From: Matthew C <matteo_84cdm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chapter 12, Mikey & The Health Club

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12 Mikey and the Health Club

Neither Nolan nor Joey was as efficient as Mikey in organizing their
pictures and it appeared neither was as aggressive as Mikey in collecting
them from guys they've been with, but still there were some interesting
ones. Both the boys had a lot of just porn they'd gotten off the Internet
and then a bunch of pictures and videos from trading and camming with guys
on the Internet; Joey had a smattering of teen girls too. Nolan had the
widest variety of videos. A quick sampling showed he cammed with guys from
one side of the world to the other, Norway to Australia and everyplace in
between. He had 13 year old boyfriends from Norway who performed all kinds
of interesting acts to amuse Nolan and cute Aussie boys who did likewise.

But the most interesting stuff from both guys was the texting, or sexting
rather, with local guys and the pics and videos with local guys. There are
several Nolan took of himself in different cars getting hand jobs and blow
jobs and giving them too. I recognize most of the people as guys from the
club and a variety of ages from 16 to late 30s, but also a couple older
guys I don't know. The other interesting ones are ones that look like they
are from a bathroom in the Hotel Vic, I recognize the wallpaper, and they
are with a variety of guys too, all ages and I don't know any of them. I am
guessing they are all tourists he met somehow.

Joey doesn't have as many encounters, but they are just as interesting. One
set is from the restroom at the high school gym with a fellow basketball
player because I can see the team shorts of the other guy. I never see his
face though because he and Joey just mutually masturbate, rub their dicks
together and Joey blows him briefly. The other one is at the Serra Island
Library in the downstairs bathroom, a very quiet area. At first all you see
is that the other guy has a very big dick as he and Joey stroke each other,
but when he drops to his knees to blow Joey I see it is Rhett Berkow. Rhett
has had the lead in the high school musical the last two years and I am
sure he will this year too. I always thought he was cute and maybe gay, but
who knew he was giving out blow jobs at the library.

I had a good time going through the guy's pics and videos last night and
I'd just scratched the surface.

Today I am up in Cabrillo Cove. Serra Island is a lot of new money; yes the
Wrigley's, Spreckles', Ford's and the like all had winter homes on Serra
Island, but only in last twenty five years has money really flowed onto the
island. Cabrillo Cove's money is so old, it is practically dust. The
leading names of local landmarks like hospitals, colleges, public
buildings, etc bear their names. I am here to meet with a local money
manager, Curtis Barham. Barham founded his firm in 1984 and in less than
thirty years has acquired over $110 billion in assets under
management. He'd like to diversify his risk by acquiring a couple of
foreign investment managers. He wants one Asian and one European and he has
hired me to go find them for him. It is a much smaller deal than my firm
would handle usually, but Mr. Barham is willing to pay twice our usual
fees, so my company said yes.

Mr. Barham is slightly cantankerous, but in a fun way. He has me laughing
most of the meeting and he pretends that annoys him, but I can tell he is
having fun. He tells me a story about my grandfather who gave Mr. Barham
his first job in the investment business, he once told him. "the market is
full of people who know the price of everything and the value of nothing,
knowing the value is what counts." Mr. Barham says he never forgot that and
that is why he became a value investor.

The meeting went well and I decide to stop at Starbucks on Bishops Street,
the main street through Cabrillo Cove. Parking was easy, but when I get to
Starbucks the line is out the door. All I want is a freaking coffee and it
is going to take 20 minutes.

"If all you want is coffee I know a place with a shorter line," says a
voice behind me.

I turn to the voice. It belongs to a very hot skater boy in a tank top
t-shirt, board shorts and flip flops carrying a skateboard.

"If you can lead me to that place Blake, you'll be my second favorite
volleyball player."

"You mean you like Travis better than me?" he says in an overly dramatic
disappointed voice.

"Travis? No, me, I'm my favorite volleyball player!"

That cracks Blake up.

"Where's your car?" he asks.

"We have to drive there?"

"Yeah, but it's worth it, the coffee is great, so is the setting."

We get to my car and he directs me away from downtown to the cliffs area
and soon we are in a neighborhood of tony estates. We turn down a cul de
sac and a gate at the end of the street swings open.

"Great coffee hunh?" I say looking at him as I drive in the driveway.

"The best and no line," he grins back.

Blake's house is big, very big, probably bigger than mine and they
certainly have more land. We breeze in the front door and I think Blake is
going to lead me to the kitchen, but instead he takes me up some stairs and
down a long hallway into a bedroom, which I recognize as his from the
pictures with Mikey. Over on a large desk sits a computer, a printer and a
Keurig coffee machine.

"Really? Your own Keurig machine?" I tease him.

"Best coffee in Cabrillo Cove and seldom a line."

"Where is the great view I was promised?"

I can see the spectacular view of the Pacific Ocean to my left off Blake's
balcony, but I want to see what Blake's answer is. His answer is to lift
off his tank t-shirt showing his chiseled torso underneath.

"Eh, it's okay. How about that coffee?"

Blake grins because he saw how I reacted to his body. He makes me my cup of
coffee, one for himself and we take them on to his balcony.

"Pretty nice digs Blake."

"My great grandfather built it and one day I suppose it will be mine. I
know it is pretty spectacular. It never really occurred to me until
recently just how nice. I just never thought about it, but last year I went
to pick up two players from my club team who live in Empire City, 6'7" 15
year old twins, and their whole house was smaller than our pool house and
they have seven people living in it. The twins share a room smaller than my
bathroom."

"Don't feel badly because your family has been successful."

"Oh I don't, don't get me wrong. I just see things a little differently
now."

We sat quietly for a minute, soaking in the view.

"Don't you have something more comfortable you can wear?"

I left my suit coat in the car, but I am still in the rest of my suit, tie
and all.

"I always have a bathing suit, t-shirt and flip flops in my trunk. Should I
get them?"

Blake nods.

I come back with my backpack that contains my emergency beach wear. I sit
in one of the chairs in Blake's room and remove my shoes and socks and
stand to start loosening my tie.

"Let me," Blake says very quietly, almost like it is a request he thinks I
won't grant.

I drop my hands, which Blake correctly interprets as `okay'.

He steps up to me very close, our heads are almost touching. I can feel his
warm breath on my face and his hands tremble slightly as he unties my
tie. Blake is taller than me by three inches so as he looks down at what
his hands are doing his nose and eyes are in front of me. There are a few
very cute freckles on his nose and high cheeks. His eyes are a deep rich
brown.

My tie is off and on the ground so Blake starts to unbutton my shirt.

"Are you trying to scandalize your parents if one of them walks in?"

"My father is in New York City, my mother is in Bar Harbor and cook keeps
quiet."

As Blake unbuttons my shirt, which he is doing slowly, with no hurry, I
reach down and grab one eyelet of the laces in his board shorts pull it
very slowly, all the way out, until it makes that snap sound that says it
has undone the knot. I feel Blake's breathing quicken. He pushes my fully
unbuttoned white shirt off me and it falls to the ground behind me. As he
lifts off my undershirt I loosen the laces on his board shorts more.

He fumbles with my belt, but soon has it undone.  I open the Velcro fly of
his board shorts slowly and the ripping sound quickens Blake's breathing
some more. He has had an erection ever since he started to untie my
tie. Now it is released as I slip his board off his ass and I leave my
hands on his ass cheeks. Blake undoes the clasps of my suit trousers, zips
them down and lets them fall to the floor.

"I should hang them up," I say quietly to Blake.

"Yes you should," he confirms as he pushes down my boxer shorts, steps
closer to kiss me and crush his erection into mine.

I step out of my slacks and boxers and reach in between Blake and me to
feel his cock. As I know already from the pictures and videos I've seen it
is a bit more than 6 inches and a decent thickness, but real always beats
pictures and videos. It is also very wet with pre-cum.

"I'm sorry, it's not very big," he sounds downhearted about it.

"Hold that thought," I tell him and drop to my knees, pulling his cock down
from its upright position.

I take Blake in my mouth, swallow him whole a couple of times, run my lips
and tongue up the underside and lick my tongue all around his head. He
gasps and moans a couple of times.

"I just checked, it is perfect and seems to be working," I whisper in his
ear.

He kisses me again and then leads me over to his bed. Blake scoots to the
middle of the bed and tugs me to him, I settle on top of him in between his
legs and we resume kissing. Blake grabs my ass and pulls my hips tighter to
him as he grinds his dick upwards into mine. We make-out and crush our
cocks together for several minutes. Then Blake decides to move things
along.

"Slide up," he says.

I don't quite get what he wants until he starts moving my hips up to his
head. Now I get that he wants me to put my dick in his mouth and I am happy
to oblige. I am on all fours and Blake is going to town on my dick. While I
like it, it can't be comfortable for him, so I lie down and Blake never
misses a beat as he rolls with me in between my legs. I let him enjoy
himself for ten or fifteen minutes before I jump in.

I pull Blake up to start making out with him again only he is on top
now. He drives his cock into mine, rolls his hips and squirms is passion. I
let this go on for a bit, but I don't want his cumming yet, so I roll him
to his back again. I kiss down his neck and torso, spending enough time on
his neck and nipples to let his dick back away from cumming. When I think
it has had enough of a rest I move down to his cock and start licking,
sucking, jacking and otherwise manipulating it.

It really is a nice size. I know every guy wants to be bigger than he is,
except maybe the really big guys like Matt Phillips, but it really isn't
necessary. I am having fun with Blake's. It is easy to deep throat and the
thickness is perfect. I take him to the edge again and back off. I lift his
beautiful long legs to expose his hole to me. I lick on the edges quickly,
because I want to get some quick penetrations with my tongue before I go
back to his dick and finish the job there and moving on to part two.

I replace my tongue with my forefinger and return to blowing Blake. The
combination of banging on his prostate with my finger and licking his head
with rapid bobs up and down has him gushing in just a few minutes. I
squeeze every last drop out of him before lying down next to him.

"Oh my gawd, that was good. You've done this before, haven't you?"

"Once or twice," I grin at him, "I am glad you enjoyed it."

"But what about you? You haven't cum yet. Do you want to fuck me?" he says
with a leer.

"I'll cum while you are fucking me," I tell him matter of factly.

"What!?" is his startled reaction. "I thought you'd fuck me?"

"Oh, I will, I will, but you are going first," I smile.

"I... I... don't top much," he says with uncertainty.

"Which is precisely why you are going first. You'll do great and I'll help
you along. Now get some lube and let's get going.

Blake looks a little uncertain still, but he also looks a little excited as
he gets off the bed to get some lube. He returns with a bottle of
Astroglide, which I think plays second fiddle to Wet, but it should
do. When he gets in between my legs and starts to loosen me up it certainly
seems like he knows what he is doing.

"Okay, I think you are ready," he says after a few minutes, "any advice?"

"Put it in the hole," I advise.

He giggles, but there is still some nervousness. I think his issue is lack
of confidence about his dick size and general ability. A guy as good
looking and athletic as Blake should be full of confidence. In any case he
puts his head at my entrance and starts to push, when he feels a little
resistance he pulls back immediately.

"Relax Blake, you aren't going to hurt me. Put your head back at the
entrance, insert it and apply slow, steady pressure and I'll help."

We do it again and Blake gets pulled inside me nearly halfway this time.

"Now push forward until you are all the way in. When your brown curlies are
touching my ass, stop and wait of me to adjust a little and I'll give you
the all clear."

He does as he is told and when he has my go ahead he starts a mechanical in
and out.

"Blake, are you enjoying this?"

"I am, am I not doing it right?"

"You are doing fine, but relax more, enjoy yourself, bring some energy and
passion."

He does seem to relax as he shuts his eyes and lets go. His thrusts are
more intense and he is using more of his muscular body. When he reopens his
eyes he is smiling and he increases his pistoning. Now he is into it and I
encourage him by talking more that I do normally; stuff like `oh that's so
good', `yeah baby drive it' and `oh fuck that's so good'.

The words seem to fire him up more as he lifts my legs a little more and
gets even more power into it. Now it really is good. At ten minutes he
tells me he is close so I start jacking. Within two minutes Blake is
shooting streams of hot cum into my ass while I am shooting them on my
chest and stomach. He finishes and lies down next to me.

"You were terrific," I say as I kiss him.

"Really? I didn't go very long," he says with some of the old lack of
confidence.

"For a teen who doesn't top much you were great. I was shooting in three
minutes when I was your age."

"Maybe I can pick up some pointers when you fuck me...  which is going to
be when?" he hints.

"Right now, but in order to get hard again I need you in a position that
will fire me up. Get on all fours facing away from me."

Blake gets in position and it does fire me up. He has small butt cheeks for
a guy 6'3", but it is amazing looking and his hole is slightly pulsating in
anticipation. Before I lube him up I spend some more time with my tongue in
his O-ring and that gets me hard immediately. When I reach under and feel
his dick, it has him hard again too. I lube him up and then myself and get
positioned to enter him.

"Ready for me Blake?"

"More than ready," he answers.

I slip into him pretty easily. I think Tanner is bigger than me, so it
shouldn't be a challenge for Blake. I fuck him hard and fast from behind
for ten minutes, then I flop him on his side for five more, then I move to
a chair and have him sit on me facing me while I thrust up for five minutes
and then have his him face away where I pull him back into me for another
five. This is his favorite position so far and mine too, but I want to end
kissing him so we go back to the bed for standard missionary except I have
his legs very wide and he is folded in two as I shove in and out with loud
slaps. `Three minutes' I tell him between kisses, but he makes no move to
touch himself and why is obvious when he starts to cum a moment later
without ever touching himself. That sends me over the edge and I moan as I
kiss Blake and empty myself into him.

I stop my thrusts when I am shooting blanks and withdraw from him and lie
on top while we kiss some more, but now it is slower and less frantic than
a moment before. It feels romantic and sweet.

"I don't know about you Blake, but I am pretty content right now."

"Content? I am completely overwhelmed. That was my best ever."

I hope it doesn't cause conflicts with Tanner. I don't know it officially,
but I think they are dating.

"I can't wait to show Tanner," Blake says right on cue.

"I guess we are a couple, but we haven't really said much about it. Even if
we were an official couple I know Tanner doesn't want to be exclusive. He
thinks we are too young. I think it is just his dick is in too big of
demand."

"You sound okay with that though," I probe gently.

"I am because it means I get to invite friends over for coffee," he says
with a smile.

"Well the coffee was great," I say, "you need to come to my place sometime
for coffee sometime."

"I'd love to, but I can't this weekend, Tanner and I are in the Manhattan
Beach AA on Saturday, soon though."

"Hey, Travis and I are in that tournament too. Where are you staying?"

"We aren't. Tanner is spending the night and we are heading there first
thing in the morning."

"Dude, you'd have to leave to 4AM to be sure you get there on time." Travis
and I have a room at the Residence Inn. Why don't you guys stay with us
Friday and Saturday night?"

"One bed," Blake asks, raising an eyebrow.

I laugh, "as much fun as that sounds, it is a two bedroom townhouse so we'd
each have our own bedroom."

"I'll ask Tanner, but I'm sure he'd rather spend two nights than drive up,
play all day and then dive back home. I'll have him sell his parents on the
safety angle."  "Yours will okay with it?"

"Mine won't be home yet, but they don't seem to worry too much about me or
maybe more to the point they aren't paying too much attention," he said
without bitterness.

"You sound okay with it."

He shrugs, "they were really involved when I was younger, but the last
couple of years they've gotten busier and I didn't seem to need a lot of
smothering so it's been okay for me. I couldn't bring friends home for
coffee if my mother was a stay at home mom."

I grinned at that, "Yeah, good coffee. How about I buy us lunch at the
Ocean Room?"

"Sounds hot to me, but I think we need to shower first."

Two days later Tanner pulls his 2013 Mercedes Benz GL350 BlueTec SUV
through my back gate a little after 9AM and into the garage. We decided it
made no sense to take two cars so I am going to drive up. I figure we'll be
in Manhattan Beach by noon or so. That will give us time to drop our gear
at the hotel and then head to the beach to play a few games and get a feel
for the courts.

The tournament is going to be at the courts next to the Manhattan Beach
Pier and like Serra Island a pecking order exists. Not wanting to fight or
bother trying to get a challenge we decide to head for the courts furthest
away from the pier, but before we get there we run into the South Bay pair
who were so tough at the Serra Island B tournament.

"Hey Nick, Mateo," Travis calls out.

The five youngsters all know each other from both the beach circuit and
club volleyball so they chat about the Junior Olympics, the beach, school
and where everyone is applying for college. They invited us to share their
court and workout. We were getting in a good workout when I hear a voice
behind me and not a pleasant one.

"Have to hang with the kiddie corps hunh?"

I turn around and it is Ben Robinson.

"Who is that?" Tanner asks Nick in a low voice.

"Just a local who thinks he is someone because he is a AAA."

"Yeah Ben, you still a bartender at the Poop Deck?" I turn my back to him
and go back to our workout.

"Still giving out blow jobs?" He says nastily.

"Yeah, are you still getting them from bar backs in the store room?"

Ben storms away unhappy.

"What was that about?" Mateo asks.

"When I was in college and playing a lot of beach volleyball Ben and I both
were AA. I was wrestling at Stanford and he was playing on the volleyball
team of Long Beach State, but he flunked out. Can you imagine flunking out
at Long Beach? Anyway I graduated and got a job, Ben moved home to his
parents and got a job as a bar back then bartender. He is just bitter."

"What was that stuff about blow jobs?" Nick asks.

I forget that these guys aren't from Serra Island so they probably have no
idea I am gay.

"I am gay and Ben doesn't like that either, even though I know he likes to
get them from the Mexican boys who work at the Poop Deck and give them
too. You guys okay with that?

Nick looks almost offended, "yeah, why wouldn't we be? This is 2013, not
1950."

"Well thanks, but even as recently as when I was your age it wasn't the
coolest thing."

They shrug and we go back to our workout. After two good hours we break for
lunch. I buy the five boys sushi at Rock `n Fish, just up the block. We put
in one more hour after lunch and then Blake, Tanner Travis and I are ready
to head back to the hotel.

"Can you guys join us for dinner?" Tanner asks Mateo and Nick.

"Dinner is on me tonight," he says turning to me. "or my mother rather. She
insisted we go someplace nice and I buy."

"Works for me," I tell him.

Nick and Mateo say they are free and Tanner asks them if they'll make
reservations a nice place for six people at 7PM and Nick says he'll take
care of it. Back at the hotel I check us in and we head to the room.

"Top or bottom?" I ask Tanner.

I think he is going to choke on his tongue.

"What?" he asks still sputtering.

"The room is a two-story townhouse," I say innocently, "do you want the top
bedroom or the bottom one."

Blake and Travis are laughing at Tanner, who is blushing furiously.

"He'll take bottom," Blake says, "and I'm not talking which room."

Now Tanner is really embarrassed. He and Blake do take the downstairs
bedroom though and Travis and I head upstairs.  "What say we clean up and
get in a quick roll in the hay before dinner," I proposition Travis.

"What about Tanner and Blake?"

"They'll just have to wait their turn," I tell him with a grin.

Travis just rolls his eyes. We never did actually make it to the bed since
Travis wound up taking me in the shower. We dress for dinner and head down
stairs to meet Blake and Tanner.

"That was along shower," Tanner observes.

"We are both very clean," Travis explains.

"I bet," mumbles Blake, "inside and out."

We met Mateo and Nick at Fonz's, a very nice seafood and steak place. I
reflected on how similar the boys are even though they live 150 miles apart
or so. They are all 6'2" or taller, shaggy blonde or sun-lightened brown
hair, lanky builds and are dressed alike; shorts with an untucked "surf"
shirt, either Hawaiian or a Billabong type shirt and Sperry
Topsiders. Throughout dinner they chatted amiably as if they'd been friends
their whole lives. I mostly just listened and enjoyed. I remember the
excitement of being a senior to be in high school. You felt unstoppable,
like the whole world was your oyster and you were going forth to conquer.

Mateo notices I've been quiet throughout the dinner and engages me in a
side conversation.

"How did Butthead Ben know you are gay?" he asks.

"I came out pretty publically in an ESPN interview and the story went
pretty viral from there."

"Because of volleyball?"

Mateo doesn't know my background obviously, "no I was the defending NCAA
wrestling champion at 157s. I think if I'd been a gymnast or swimmer no one
would have paid attention, but a wrestler was news. The story was big news
until two Nebraska wrestlers did a gay porn shoot, then I was old news."

"Wow, I had no idea. How did you know about Ben and the Mexicans at the
Poop Deck?"

"I was in back of the Poop Deck with two friends who were smoking and there
were three Mexican bus boys or bar backs out there joking in Spanish. They
assumed the gringo beach types wouldn't know Spanish and they were joking
about Ben's dick being small and him shooting in less than a minute."

"Oh that is hilarious. I'll call him Speedy Gonzalez next time he gives me
shit."

"Are you happy being gay," Mateo continues.

"Do you mean am I happy I am gay or am I happy in life?"

"Both I guess," Mateo shrugs.  "I am happy because I have a great life and
I have a great life because I have made it so. Am I happy I turned out to
be gay? That when all my friends in high school were talking about tits,
pussy and prom I couldn't say what I was feeling? No I wasn't happy and I
wouldn't wish it on someone else, but it is what it is. You don't get to
choose your attractions. In the end though you are responsible for your own
happiness and if the Ben Buttheads of the world can get to you, you just
need to find ways around it."

"Makes sense...  make lemonade and all that," Mateo says with a sly smile.

I think he has more to tell me, but now and here isn't the place so he does
a slick change of topic.

"Hey can I get your number Tim? I get down to the Hotel Victoria with my
parents every so often, especially around Christmas. Maybe we could hang
out or play."

"Or both," I smile back and give him my number.

Dinner ends around 9PM so we all decide to call it a night. If we didn't
have a tournament we might have hung out longer, but everyone wants to do
well in this tournament. The guys are hungry to make AA before the end of
summer and the chances are fading fast. Back at the hotel Blake and Tanner
head for their bedroom and Travis and I go upstairs to ours.

"I got serviced in the shower so you get a choice now," I tell Travis, "top
or bottom?"

"Can't I get both?"

"Not tonight hun, we have to get a good nights sleep, but we are here
tomorrow night too."

That perks him up, "okay, then I get to bottom tonight."

I put Travis on his back and start slow and sensual once I have him fully
prepped, but I was serious about getting some sleep so ten minutes of a
moderate pace gives way to a ten minute frenzy. I don't think Travis minds
too because he managed to shoot a huge load all over his chest and stomach
and I emptied into him. We took a quick, mostly tomfoolery free, shower and
then went sleep cozied into each other.

I wake at 5:30AM, a little late for me, and gently disentangle myself from
Travis so he can sleep in some more. I throw on board shorts, a t-shirt and
slip on my flip flops and creep downstairs so I don't wake Blake and Tanner
either. The lobby has coffee ready and I sit and read the weekend edition
of the Wall Street Journal, waiting for the boys to get up or 6:30AM,
whichever comes first.

I am surprised therefore when Tanner breezes in at 5:45AM, grabs a cup of
coffee and flops down next to me.

"What the hell did you do to my little Blake?" he says in a quiet voice.

When I look confused, Tanner explains.

"Last night we barely had the door closed when he threw me on the bed,
lifted my legs and pounded the hell out of me. He's never been that
aggressive...  or good, before."

"Ah. Well I may have given him some confidence and taught him a few new
positions. I think a big part is that he feels very inadequate next to you
and as a result has been fearful of being disappointing so he hasn't
tried."

"That's ridiculous, he knows dick size doesn't matter to me, we've talked
about it."

"It is good you talked about it, but in some cases it is good to exhibit it
too. Go overboard once in awhile in your praise for him while he is in mid
performance, prop him up and I think you'll be happy with the results."

"If he gets much better, he'll kill me," Tanner laughs.

20 minutes after Tanner came in the lobby Blake and Travis show up ready to
dive into the hotel's breakfast. They stuff themselves with bacon and
waffles and when they can't eat any more are ready to head to the beach and
check-in for the tournament. The format is the same as the last tournament
we played in, pool play followed by a 16 team bracket. Nick and Mateo are
already there and checked in. None of us, the three teams from the Serra
Island tournament are seeded this tournament, so if we want to place, it
will be an uphill battle.

The tournament has 81 teams entered so some of the pools will be 5 team
pools instead of 4, which is a bummer because you have one more game to
play. The upside is instead of one game to 28, you play one game to 21 so
the total points you play works out to about the same. Travis and I do wind
up in one of the five team pools, which is fine. I think if we jump these
teams early we can actually play a lot less even though we have more games.

Our strategy of serve hard and take risks pays off as we blow through pool
play with no games that are that close. Both teams of Tanner and Blake and
Nick and Mateo get through as well. We wind up in the same semi bracket as
Nick and Mateo, which worries me on their home turf. Blake and Tanner are
opposite and won't see either of us unless we meet in the finals.

We win our first match pretty easily and get to the quarters, meaning only
8 teams are left now and Tanner and Blake and Nick and Mateo are two of the
eight teams as well. We are playing well and cruising in the quarterfinal
game until Butthead Ben decides to show up and heckle me for being gay,
which doesn't bother me, but it is throwing Travis off a bit as he wants to
stand up for me (and the future him). I don't have time to explain to
Travis how little it matters to me, but as I am trying to figure out a way
to calm him down from the opposite side of where Ben is a voice speaks up.

"Ben, if you are still on this court by the time I walk over there, you'll
be in a cast for three months."

A most of the crowd cheer and when Ben sees who it is and he moves away in
a hurry. Travis settles down and we win the game so now we'll meet Mateo
and Nick in the semis. The "voice" that chased Ben away comes up after the
game.

"Sorry about that Tim, it is hard to keep the trash off the beach
sometimes."

"No worries Kurt," I tell the talking tree in front of me, "and thanks for
speaking up. This is my partner Travis. Travis, say hi to Kurt. He plays
tight end for the Seahawks."

Kurt is about 6'7", 270 pounds and an avid beach volleyball player, "Nice
to meet you Travis. Tim and my brother were fraternity brothers at
Stanford."

"Nice to meet you too," Travis says, looking awed by Kurt's massive size.

Our luck runs out in the semi-finals. Nick and Mateo, who were tough
already, are unbeatable in front of their home fans and sweep us off the
court. Tanner and Blake lose their semi game too so we stay and cheer on
Nick and Mateo, but then they fall in the finals. We give the guys a chance
to say hi to their fans before we go say hi.

"Well aren't we a bunch of losers," I say when all six of us are done with
the handshakes and all that, but the boys just crack up.

Everyone is pretty happy about how they played and even better, the
tournament director told us that since the tournament was so big, 81 teams,
that all three of our teams were getting their AA ratings, which really
cheered the boys up.

We started talking about doing dinner together when an idea struck me.

"How about I go to Bristol Farms and get steaks, salad and bread and we
barbeque at the hotel? They have grills for the guests."

"And wine?" Blake says quietly, "can't have a great dinner without a nice
Cabernet."

I look at the five expectant faces and acquiesce, "fine, and a nice
Cabernet."

"Or two," Blake says quietly again.

"Or two," I agree.

Nick drives he and Mateo over to the hotel, I drop the boys at the hotel
and head over to Bristol Farms. When I get back the guys are all in the
pool acting more like Mikey and his crew than high school seniors, but that
is okay. The joys of boyhood are almost over for these guys. Soon it is off
to college and all too quickly college is over and real life stares you in
the face. They should enjoy some youthful exuberance before life squeezes
it out of them.

Once I am back with the food, which included chips, dips and nibbly things
(cheese & meat platter) the boys attention shifts to food and Travis and
Blake take charge getting the food put out, the salad ready and the bread
cut and prepared. I take the steaks out to the grills to cook and when I
get back to the room after putting them on, the three bottles of Cab are
lined up.

"We decided you should open and taste them first Tim," Nick explains.

So I open the first bottle and pour out a glass for everyone.

"To the newly crowned, first time double A's," I say.

We clink glasses and take a sip, "And to a double A again," says Blake.  We
had a great meal, even better than the night before if possible, because
being in the large living room of the hotel suite was more relaxing and the
conversation less inhibited. Also because we were not all at one table,
there were different conversations going on. Tanner and Blake were engaged
with Mateo while Nick was talking to Travis and me. It turns Nick is
seriously considering the UC where Randy goes and where Travis may go too.

All three bottles of wine disappear, but no one has had too much, just
about the right amount to be mellow. About 10PM Nick says he thinks that he
and Mateo should get going.

"I think I'm going to stay a bit longer Nick," Mateo says, "I'll have my
brother come get me."

Nick looks surprised, but not startled, "okay, great day today." And they
bro hug.

Travis looks at me when Nick is gone, and his eyes motion, `let's go
upstairs.'

With no set plan or time for tomorrow Travis and I have no reason to sleep
so we spend the next 90 minutes sucking, fucking and generally getting
spunk all over each other and then 30 minutes more of it in the shower. I
am relieved when we finally actually sleep.

I am in the hotel lobby at 6AM the next morning, having stayed in bed an
hour longer than the day before. I am on my second cup of coffee and almost
finished with the Sunday LA Times Sports section when Tanner comes in to
get some coffee. He sits next to me and sips his coffee. I am very curious
how last night went after his comments about Friday night, so I ask. I
should know better than to be drinking hot beverages when I ask such
questions because the answer almost made me spill it all in my lap.

"It was amazing," Tanner said rather matter of factly, "oh...  and can we
give Mateo a ride home this morning?"

End of Chapter Twelve