Date: Fri, 20 Feb 2015 21:35:26 -0800
From: Matthew C <matteo_84cdm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mikey & the Health Club Chapter 18, Gay Male Adult Youth

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18 Mikey and the Health Club

By Matt Kendrick

That night with Mateo I find out the reason behind his bashfulness when we
were alone finally. His experience with Blake and Tanner after the
volleyball tournament was his first time ever fooling around with guys. In
the couple of months since then he has hooked up with a couple of other
guys, but he is still very much a beginner and somewhat clumsy in bed,
which I actually found endearing. I worry about Mikey who is so advanced
and worldly at 12 going on 13 going on 30.

Mateo may have been a little clumsy, but his enthusiasm more than made up
for it and his willingness to try just about anything I suggested was a
plus too. I cautioned him against being too trusting of future partners.
Mateo said he was normally really cautious, but with me he'd seen the trust
that Tanner and Blake had in me and then again with all the guys tonight. I
felt good knowing that there was this level of confidence that the guys had
in me, but I also had to be careful to keep that in mind moving forward. It
was a burden as much as an honor.

Mateo's dick when hard was almost a carbon copy of mine. As he was fucking
me on our second go round I had the very bizarre thought of `hunh, so when
someone tells me to go fuck myself, I can think of this and smile'. Even
though Mateo is a rookie and his love making was a little uneven, it was
never-the-less a night to remember. After we'd cum for the third time that
night and had a nice hot shower it was time to settle down for the night
and I was curious how Mateo would act. A lot of guys at this stage of
exploring their sexuality weren't ready for intimacy; they were still into
the feel good physical connection, but weren't sure about cuddling and even
kissing once they'd splooged.

"Mmmm, this is better than sex," Mateo cooed as he snuggled up against me
with his eyes closed and his head on my chest.

"Well, almost," he continued, opening one eye and grinning.

"Sometimes it is better Mateo."

He was out in less than three minutes, his deep, regular breathing helped
me to drift off quickly too. I awoke first the next morning, the clock said
it was a little after 6:30AM. I had raging morning wood because of my full
bladder. I disentangled as best I could to not wake Mateo and head to the
bathroom. I had my eyes closed as I let loose a stream into the bowl (don't
worry, I lined up before I started the piss) and I was getting that relief
guys feel when you get that first morning leak out of the way when I felt
someone bump my shoulder. A grinning, naked Mateo was taking his morning
leak beside me.

"Well good morning, how are you this morning?"

You never know about buyer's remorse with young guys.

"Never better, I learned a lot last night. I am hoping maybe I can learn
some more today?"

"You never know," I smiled at him, "what do your parents have planned
today?"

"My mother has a spa day and my father is golfing at Pacific Pines at 11AM,
so I am good until around 6PM I figure."

"Tanner and Blake are coming down at 9AM to play some volleyball, Jake and
Malachi will be back and probably Trevor Zahl too."

"What about Travis?"

"He is playing with a player from UC."

I don't mention he is fucking his brains out too.

"I'd love to play with you."

"You did Mateo, for about three hours last night," I grin as I shake off my
last drops.

Mateo blushes, but leans over to kiss me even as his right hand is still
controlling his dick that hasn't run dry yet.

"Do you want to go for a run?" he asks as he pulls back from the brief
kiss.

"Sure, right now?"

"Yeah," he answers, "we can go back to the hotel, I'll change and we can go
from there."

I put on my running togs and shoes and drove us to the Hotel Victoria. I
waited in the lobby for Mateo to come down, lest we run into his folks in
the hallway. When he came back down we did a quick stretch and then started
off down the cement pathway towards the navy base. We ran past my house,
past the sand dunes and out onto the beach when the fence of the navy base
stopped us. To our right, in the middle of the beach was a very serious
looking navy SP with a Heckler & Koch MP5N slung in his front to stop
people from wandering onto the base from the beach.

Running in sand is always a challenge, but every volleyball player knows
how much stronger it makes your legs so it is something we endure. We
pushed pretty hard back to the hotel. Even though the run is only about
three miles, since 1.5 miles was in sand, Mateo and I are dripping in sweat
as we get back to the hotel property.

"Matthew, there you are!"

We look up and Mateo's parents are just coming out of the hotel to the
terrace.

"We knocked on your door and when you didn't answer assumed you were at
breakfast already."

"Tim and I arranged to run this morning. He just kicked my tail up and back
on the sand. You remember Tim don't you, from the volleyball tournaments?"

"Yes," Mateo's mother responded in a huffy voice, "as I recall you were a
rather rude host and beat Matthew here in Serra Island."

I could tell by the look in her eye that she was ribbing me, "true, but
Nick and Mateo returned the favor in Manhattan Beach."

"Ah yes, `Mateo', I suppose I should be grateful we had a Mexican nanny and
not a Chinese one, otherwise I might have to call my own son `Manchu'."

Mrs. Lozano is quite the pistol. She invited me to breakfast and was rather
surprised that all the waiters knew me. I explained about the club
membership and she bemoaned the fact that Manhattan Beach didn't have
anything similar. All in all it was a very nice breakfast and I didn't get
a sense from either of Mateo's parents that they had a clue their boy and I
had fucked our brains out last night.

"Hey Mateo!" said a voice behind me as we were getting ready to leave.

"Hi Randy!"

Apparently Randy had been working inside the restaurant while we were out
on the terrace. I wasn't surprised Mateo knew Randy, because beach
volleyball is a small community, but what I didn't know is that UC was
recruiting Mateo.

"You decide to join us at UC yet Mateo? I only have one more season and you
could take over setting your sophomore year. The guy behind me isn't nearly
as good as you."

"I am pretty close, but Stanford is still my first choice I think. If I get
in, I think I may go there."

"No doubt Stanford is a great school and program, but you have to look and
see who is ahead of you and who is being recruited if playing time is
important. Hey, Travis is coming down today. Do you want to play with us?"

It was a good thing I hadn't put my lips to my coffee cup yet, otherwise I
might have choked on it or spewed it all over Mr. Lozano, to my right. The
vision of Travis, Randy and Mateo `playing' together that popped into my
head was not a volleyball game.

"Sure," Mateo responded, "Blake and Tanner are coming down and some other
guys. Tim, if you aren't busy, you could play with us too."

I repressed my natural, smartass response of, `I already have played with
all of you', to "sure, that sounds great. I have some work to do. You guys
just call when you need me. In fact if Travis is driving own, he can park
in my backyard and you can too Randy, we can use the courts across the
street from my house."

It was all agreed upon. I went home and worked a few hours before Travis
showed up and we all went to the beach where the other guys were already
playing and played volleyball for close to three hours and wound up back in
my pool to cool off. Two hours after that, after Mateo had fucked Randy and
got blown by Travis, I thought Stanford was looking a lot less likely than
UC for Mateo's future volleyball career.

Saturday morning I was on my lanai with all three TVs going, watching the
end of the morning college football games when the doorbell rang. When I
looked at my iPad, I wasn't surprised that it was Malachi Henderson because
we did agree to hang out, well more like hook up, today; we just didn't
have a set time. I opened the door remotely and told Malachi to brings his
bike on through to the back patio since it would safer here than on the
front patio.

Malachi pushed his bike through the great room onto the lanai. He was
dressed in a tight tank top and loose board shorts and when he turned
around from parking the bike I saw his board shorts were tenting
already. Poor kid, he probably started getting a woody the minute he got on
his bike to come down here, knowing full well what the agenda was.

"Happy to see me," I tease, nodding to his bulge.

"Very," he smiled.

Malachi walks over to me on the couch, in front of the TVs and I stand to
greet him. He immediately plants a kiss on me and moves his hips into
mine. I am not wearing a shirt and just have flannel house pants on, no
underwear. I can feel Malachi's erection in my crotch, which gets an
immediate reaction from my dick. I slip my hands under his tank top and
then slide them down his back until my hands are inside his board shorts,
fondling his cheeks. His boards shorts are so loose that they drop to the
floor as I tug them gently once.

Malachi steps out of them, kicks them away and starts to untie my house
pants, all while never missing a beat in kissing me. Once he has the ties
undone, Malachi opens the house pants enough that they fall to my ankles on
their own. Malachi, who is about my height, immediately steps into me,
grinding his 6 inch (6 ¼" actually, don't forget the ¼") into my
crotch and cock while we tongue wrestle.

"Want to move this to my room Malachi?"

I break the kiss and look at him. He blushes, which means he probably has
other ideas besides a conventional bed session. Maybe more one on one naked
basketball?

"Can we get a blanket and do it on the lawn? I've always wanted to have sex
outside."

I smile, "sure, that is always fun."

I retreat into my bedroom and come out with an appropriate quilt and since
it is made for my California King bed, it is big and gives us a large area
to maneuver. I also brought out some supplies because you never know where
things might go.

Malachi and I lie down on the quilt and go back to making out. We start out
on our sides, with Malachi grinding into me as we make out. I roll to my
back, pulling Malachi on top of me and inside my legs. His kissing and
grinding pick up in intensity, causing me to wonder if he is going to shoot
while he is humping me; which is actually okay with me. I like to let the
young guys play things out the way they want. I figure we'll get to my
favorite things eventually.

Almost as if on cue, or as if he was reading my mind, Malachi slid down my
torso to take my dick in his mouth and start a very nice blow job. I get
from what he has said that he doesn't have too much experience, but he is
doing a great job nonetheless. I let him go on his own for a few minutes
before I reach down and pull his body around so we can 69. I really like
the look of his dick and the taste even better. He must have showered just
before he came over, because I get a whiff of Irish Spring in his pubes and
think I can even taste it. He gasps as I take him into my mouth and then
moans when I wet my finger to player with his furrow that I hope I get to
plow later.

A few minutes later Malachi interrupts the blow job he is giving me long
enough to say `cumming soon'. All that does is motivated me to pick up
speed on bobbing and rubbing on his dick to get my payoff. Indeed within a
minute he is sending a stream of cum down my throat. He moans and wiggles,
but never breaks his rhythm in sucking me. I let his cock out of my mouth
once I am sure he is emptied, but I continue to play with his ass and
pucker since both are just so stupendous. Malachi has little globes that
are just a blast to play with and again the thought crosses my mind that I
hope I get a chance to split them soon. I let myself go and concentrate on
what Malachi is doing so I can cum and we can move on to more stuff.

Once I think about the great feeling I get close in a few moments and warn
Malachi of the pending eruption. He lets go my cock with his hand that was
jacking the lower half and deep throats me, swallowing the entire shaft. I
am deep in his mouth and can feel his breath coming out his nose onto my
balls. That pushes me over the edge and then some. I have four very
powerful shots, but Malachi never flinches or misses a drop. When he is
convinced he isn't getting more out of me he pulls off and lays back next
to me, on his back with his hands behind his head.

"Was that great or what?" he giggles.

"It was pretty great," I confirm.

We lay there a few minutes, just enjoying the warmth of a fall day on Serra
Island. There is little concern about sunburn because the sun is so less
intense than it was just a couple of months ago.

"What next?" I ask Malachi.

He rolls to his side and runs his hand across my torso, pausing at my
nipples each time as he passes them.

"Um, I was kinda hoping to fuck you," Malachi says shyly and tentatively,
as if that would be too much to ask.

"Works for me, as soon as you are ready."

I reach down and give his mostly soft dick a few tugs and it responds
instantly.

"Wow, looks like you'll be ready soon."

Malachi grins and looks down with a chaste, shy grin. As chaste as a
completely naked 15 year old who has just given and gotten a great blow job
can look that is. He is fully erect, has me on my back, legs up and fully
prepped in less than five minutes and begins his slow, sure fucking of
me. He is great at talking to me and follows my feedback to drive even
deeper by lifting my legs higher. Within five minutes more he is all the
way off his knees, almost standing, and driving into me with a purpose and
mission.

He closes his eyes as his speed and power increase. Malachi isn't a talker
in the `is that how you like it' or `whose your daddy' sense, but he is
muttering softly things like, `fuck yeah', `oh my gawd, so good' and `ah
fuck'. Malachi opens his eyes and he looks like a demonic angel. I know
that is a weird oxymoron, but he has this sweet face with eyes that look
like they are on fire.

"Not long now Tim," he grunts at me.

I jack myself faster, ready to match him when he starts to shoot. When I
hear the gurgling sound in his throat and his eyes roll back I know I have
to get there now, so I do and Malachi starts to pulse his load into
me. With release the demon is released too and Malachi's sweet grin tells
me the angel has returned.

He lies on top of me gently, his dick slipping out of me as he does.

"Damn, that is so much better than a pillow," he sighs.

"I should hope so."

Malachi looks up startled, as if that comment was supposed to stay his head
and not be said. He blushes and looks like a kid caught with his hand in
the cookie jar.

"What?" I ask.

Malachi lays his head back down on my chest, "promise you won't get mad?"

"I could never be mad at you Malachi."

"At the start of summer when you were in the shower at the club I swiped a
pair of your boxers. I put them on one of my pillows and fuck those boxers
like they are you."

I clamped my arms around Malachi and rolled him to his back with me on top
and splitting his legs.

"Oh my gawd you little pervert, I think I'll fuck you just to teach you a
lesson."

Malachi giggled, "if I knew it was that simple I'd have swiped two pair."

I leaned in and kissed him, "c'mon, I have an idea."

I led him through my bedroom, through my shower to the small walled rock
garden that is part of the shower. Laying Malachi down on the lounge I
finally get to tongue lash his furrow. When I think he has all of that
pleasure he can take without losing it for a third time I swap places with
him on the lounger. I am going to let him sit me since I know he hasn't
bottomed much. I thought he'd go slow, but I was surprised by him forcing
himself down quickly. Malachi sat with his smooth buns resting on my pubes
for a moment while his body adjusted to the invasion then he nodded to me
to start. I rocked up gently and slowly at first and watched his face for
the clues when discomfort subsided and pleasure replaced it. Then I sped up
my motions. When we had been there long enough we switched places again and
I finished off on top, each of us achieving our third climax of the day.

When we were done, we took a relaxing shower, no fooling around and then
put on robes to go back out on the lanai. I grilled up some hamburgers and
we settled on the couch to watch the rest of the afternoon football
games. It was a great afternoon and I was sorry to see him have to go.

"Can we do this again Tim?"

"Any time you have time."

"So it was okay?"

Why are these young studs always so insecure?

"No, it wasn't okay..."

I waited for the expected crestfallen look before I finished.

"It was terrific Malachi. I know you aren't sure which team you play for
yet, but I can assure you, either side or both will be happy if you come
down on their side."

He blushed, smiled and gave me one last deep kiss before riding his bike
out my back gate.

The following Saturday found me at Cabrillo Park, the huge local park that
was the site of Pan American Exposition of 1915 that was created to
celebrate the opening of the Panama Canal. Today we are at Cabrillo Park to
celebrate the CIF cross country championships. It is a varsity meet only so
Matt, Drew and the rest of the frosh soph teams won't be running, but they
are all here anyway to support the varsity. Seamus, Clay McClure, Travis
and Trevor are also here to support their classmates.

This event is much smaller than Mt SAC, but in many ways much harder. There
are only ten races, a boys and a girls race in each of the 5 divisions, but
each team is the tops in their league so there are no slouches and because
there are so many fewer teams than Mt SAC you can't count on other teams
displacing your competition. Serra Island competes in Division IV, one of
the small school divisions. The big schools are in Division I and II.

The races happen in reverse order, so Division V will go first, then IV and
so on down. That means the boys need to be ready to go very early. The
first race is at 8AM and they only run one race at a time, so the next race
is 8:30AM, that is Serra Islands race. The only good side of the early
start time is being done early. They'll be done with the race and awards by
9:30AM and then have the rest of the day to recover and have fun.

The non-racers, meaning the frosh soph guys not on varsity have secured
places at the start to chant and clap to pump up the varsity, but once the
race starts they'll dash off to spots along the course. The freshmen are
pumped up because two of their own are on varsity now. Ian Hurlburt is
actually the number three varsity runner now behind Hunter and Ethan and
Cole Nichols is number four. No sophomore made the varsity, so it is a big
deal that two of the seven varsity runner are 9th graders.

The Serra Island fans are doing their cheers until the starter quiets them,
but when the gun goes off they start up all over again. The course is very
spectator friendly because it is relatively flat and like a smooshed oblong
loop; you are never more than 100 yards from either side of the loop. Ethan
is out very fast and leading the race with Hunter, Cole and Ian not far
behind; they are all top 15, which bodes well for the team title.

The halfway point is the starting line since it is two loops of the mile
and a half course to make up the 3 mile race. Ethan has a 100 yard lead on
the field and looks like he out for a leisurely jog in the park. Hunter
comes by in 5th with Cole 8th and Ian 11th. All Serra Island needs is one
more runner to step up and they should bag the team title; even finishing
in the top three gives them a trip to the state meet in Fresno.

By the end, Ethan smokes the field finishing first with a time of 16:03
over the 3+ mile course, winning by 50 yards. Hunter, Ian, Cole and then
Patrick Clark all stepped up to put 5 runners in the top 20 and beat
runner-up Sage Creek High School. There was a lot of whooping and hollering
at the Serra Island tent, Hunter was more subdued, but still pretty
happy. I think he is getting that maudlin feeling you get as a senior in
high school. On one hand you are thrilled to be growing up and graduating,
but on the other every big event is the "last one" you'll do in high school
with your lifelong friends; your last homecoming dance, your last cross
country meet, your last whatever.

Hunter is leaning into my side taking it all in when Ian comes over to us
and kind of just stands there.

I get he has something on his mind, so I prompt him, "yes?"

Ian blushes, "I was just wondering if we were going to Jacuzzi at your
place again."

"I dunno, do you think you're sore enough to justify it? This is a pretty
flat course?"

Ian nods quickly, "oh yeah, I am way stiff."

He blushes again when he realizes the double entendre, but then what isn't
a double entendre to a young teen boy.

"I think we can do that. You round up the freshmen you'd like to see there
and Hunter will take care of the varsity."

Ian runs off to tell the guys and Hunter before goes to tell the varsity, I
say goodbye and explain I'd better head to Costco and grab some burgers,
dogs and stuff before everyone gets to my place. I am barely back with the
first of the crew shows up. Despite it being early December now, it is
still pretty warm on Serra Island and certainly plenty warm in my Jacuzzi
and pool, and the lanai with the heaters on.

Ian and Cole show up with Hunter. Last time Ian and Cole were a little
bashful about shedding their closes to Jacuzzi and swim, this time they
peel them right away and dive in the pool; Ian has a wicked little grin on
his face as he does. It confirms my suspicion that Goldstein had it right
in Lord of the Flies, boys are little heathens and savages naturally. They
only wear clothes and behave certain ways because society (read women) make
them. I am sure poor caveman Grok was dressed in his most comfortable,
loose fitting animal skin, when cavewoman Babette (yes, even cavewomen had
pretentious names) said, `you aren't wearing that' and made him change into
something much more uncomfortable.

Hunter smiled as his two freshmen teammates splashed in the pool, "shall we
join them?"

I just nodded, stripped off my clothes and took my tablet with me down to
the pool. I'd left the front door unlocked and the back gate cracked, but
some guys might still ring the front doorbell. Whereas I was walking down
to the pool slowly, Hunter had ripped off clothes, taken off running and
cannonballed practically on top of Ian and Cole. Pretty soon we were up
about twenty people in the backyard in various activities; some were in the
Jacuzzi, some in the pool, a couple were playing video games on the
overhead TVs. Earlier Seamus had come to me and whispered something in my,
I was nodding yes and watching Josh turn crimson.

I was hoping the cam on the computer in guest #3 was working well. What
Seamus had asked for was a place to spend some quiet time with
Josh. However I suspected that that quiet might be interrupted by the
sounds of balls slapping an ass, a few well placed moans and slurping
sounds based on Josh's reaction as Seamus talked to me. I turned on the cam
and it was working well, in all its HD glory, and it picked Josh and Seamus
as they entered the bedroom. I was very impressed by their restraint. I
would have figured they'd get naked immediately and start rolling around
like moose in heat. The boys actually showed great restraint. The first
piece of clothing didn't hit the ground for at least 45 seconds. Alas I had
to stop watching on my tablet in case someone started to wonder what I was
looking at. I'd have to be content to voyeur on the recording later.

If Seamus and Josh's absence was noticed, no one said anything about
it. The gay/bi couples were pretty discrete in their affections, but I am
not sure anyone really cared too much if they hadn't been. The cross
country team seemed like they were all really tight friends and that the
friendship and commitment to each other overrides other considerations. As
I cooked up the food, without being asked, several guys, including Ian,
came to help. They got out the fixings for the burgers and dogs, put out
plates and napkins and such. Ian finally noticed the absence of Josh and
Seamus and when he asked me where they were I just said the back of the
house.

"Should I go get them," he asked in pure innocence.

I think my sly smile conveyed what I was going to say, without saying
anything.

"Oh," he said,"ooooooooh," finally getting it.

Ian blushed, although I am not sure why, other than he is a pretty sweet,
innocent kid in that way that only a 9th grader can be. It is almost a
shame to think about how worldly and grown up he'll be in a few more years
when he is a senior.

The cross country party came and went and now wrestling season was in full
swing. Poor Matt and Drew had to suffer through Thanksgiving watching their
weight and now in the coming Christmas season with all the great treats and
parties that happen, they'd be unable to partake. It was the one negative I
remember from my high school and college wrestling career, having to not
eat during the holiday season.

The week after cross country ended I was having another party, this was a
birthday party for Christian who was turning 14. Given the year he'd had I
wanted this to be a special party. He invited a lot of kids from Serra
Middle School and since it was partly a pool party I'd hired Clay and his
water polo buddy Miles Sullivan to act as lifeguards. They were both
certified and worked as counselors for Serra Island's Junior Lifeguard
program so I knew they'd be qualified, plus they'd know a lot, it not most
of the kids.

Even though it was a pool party at my house, this was a `bathing suit on'
party since my parents were going to be there, Mikey's parents and a few
other of the kids parents as well. Felix was at the party, but I knew he
wouldn't care one way or the other since he'd been around us all. I knew
that Mikey was disappointed, but then I think he had secret plots afoot
too. I saw him whispering conspiratorially to a few of the middle school
boys and even though I couldn't hear what was said, the shocked looks
followed immediately the silly embarrassed, but intrigued looks told me I
might be hosting another middle school pool party in the near future where
bathing suits might be more optional.

DeStefano's was catering the party which meant lots of pizza, pastas,
various sandwiches, salads and lots of Italian deserts as well, including
Italian cream éclairs. Again I couldn't hear the words being spoken, but
given how beat red Clay turned as Mikey sucked the cream filling out of the
éclair and licked the errant cream off his face, I had a good guess. In
the couple of months that Mikey had been dating Christian there had not
been any new additions to the Mikey Collection. Mikey and Chris had done
more pictures and videos of each other and together, but there were not any
with new people. I wondered if Clay was being recruited to spice things up?

I think the party for Christian was a huge success. Chris was a little
embarrassed by it, he wasn't used to having a fuss made over him and
getting nice presents, but that was all changed now and he was gracious in
accepting the attention. My parents, Christian and Mikey were the last
guests to leave. That left Miles, Clay and the caterers from De Stefano's
still at my house. Clay and Miles were packing up the pool toys they'd
brought for the party and the caterers were packing up the leftover food to
store in my refrigerator.

"Did you guys get enough to eat?" I ask to Clay and Miles.

Yeah, I know a silly question to ask two 16 year old athletes, especially
swimmer/water polo players. They looked almost too sheepish to reply, since
I was sure they'd eaten some during the party, but I assumed they had room
for more.

"You guys can take off, I'll finish up putting the food away," I told Joe
and Andrew from De Stefano's.

To Clay and Miles I say, "grab those trays and follow me."

They grabbed the covered trays of pasta, sandwiches and boxes of leftover
pizza and followed me out to the kitchen. Once in the kitchen I grabbed
three paper plates and the teens heaped them high with spaghetti &
meatballs, lasagna, and some now cold pizza slices. We put them in the
microwave and reheated them. I barely had two slices of pizza gone and both
Clay and Miles were almost done with their full plates. Two more helpings
later they pushed back from the table, finally looking sated.

"Should we finish the toys now," Miles asked Clay.

"I'll get them, they go in my car anyway, you can go ahead and split
Miles."

Hmmm, it seemed like Clay was delaying things so he could be the last to
leave. Miles gave Clay a bro hug goodbye and then bro hugged me too,
thanking me for the money for lifeguarding. I'd paid him and Clay $200 each
for the five hours of the pool party. I figured that was fair. After Miles
split, I went back to the lanai, ostensibly to watch TV and Clay went back
to loading his 4Runner with the remaining pool toys. He finished up and
still seemed reluctant to leave.

"Wanna sit for a bit Clay and chill?"

"Sure," he said eagerly.

He sat on the couch next to me, not too close, but not far away either. We
watched TV in silence for a few minutes, watching some cheesy Christmas
special. Clay tried to start a conversation a couple of times, but I don't
think he was getting to what he wanted to talk about.

"Clay you are dancing around more than Corbin Bleu, there is something you
want to talk about obviously, just spit it out."

"It is kinda hard to talk about, but I don't have really anyone else I can
talk to."

"So talk to me, you know there is nothing you can't talk to me about."

"Have you heard anyone talking about me? You know... about... stuff?"

"You mean sex?"

Clay can't answer, he just nods.

I try to proceed casually, "you mean like maybe you and Matt Flannery were
playing hide the salami and maybe you and Josh Witt, were too?"

Clay looks down and blushes, "yeah I guess, but more than that."

"You mean other guys? No, no one else, but then maybe I wasn't paying
attention."

"This is the hard part," Clay says quietly, "I kind of had a boyfriend over
summer."

"And why is that bad?"

"Ugh," Clay utters in frustration, "it sounds so bad when I say it out
loud. Wyatt, that is his name, was 11 the first time we did anything and
then he turned 12 over the summer."

"Do you think you forced Wyatt to do something he didn't want?"

"No," Clay answers.

"Do you think he understood what he was doing?"

"Oh yeah," there is a slight grin on his face this time.

He goes onto explain how he walked in on Wyatt jacking off in the restroom
at Starbucks and then later on Wyatt broke his wrist which led Wyatt to ask
Clay for `help' and how that led to a full blown relationship.

"So I am not seeing the problem. Wyatt sounds pretty smart and mature and
knew what he wanted. Didn't you know at that age?"

Clay continues to blush as we talk, "yeah I guess."

"So I wouldn't stress over what is in the past, you can't change it and
only time will tell if Wyatt was okay with it when he looks back. I suspect
he'll be fine."

Clay still looks disquieted.

"There is more?" I ask.

"Yeah, I mean Wyatt and his family will be back in summer. What if he wants
to continue? What if he doesn't?"

"You cross those bridges when you come to them."

Clay sighs, "and now I've had an invitation from another young guy to join
him and his boyfriend for a little tag team wrestling if you get my drift."

I know he means Mikey, or suspect based on what I saw earlier.

"Do you want to?"

"I guess," Clay answered hesitatingly.

"Not you guess, yes or no?"

"Fine," he says with some exasperation, "yes I want to; just thinking about
it gets me hot and horny, but I feel like Lester the Molester."

I laugh a little at Clay's moral dilemma and am actually glad he feels the
conflict. It means he is worried about what is best for his younger lovers,
he isn't just a horny teen getting what he can, any way he can.

"Do what I do, put yourselves in their shoes. What would you have wanted at
that age? When you were just starting Junior Lifeguards, if you had the
hots for one of the high school guys who was leading the program and you
knew he had done stuff with guys, would you have let him know you were
available?"

Now it is Clay's turn to laugh, "probably not because I am too chicken
butt, but I get your point. So you think I should go for it with these two
guys?"

"I think you should do what feels right with you. You are a really good guy
Clay, I can't see you doing anything to hurt someone else. You'll figure it
out and do the right thing."

"Thanks Tim, I think the same thing about you... I mean that you'd do the
right thing and not hurt anyone."

"Well thanks Clay, I'm glad you feel that way."

"When you were 16 Tim, did you do things with guys... with older guys?"

"Oh yeah, when I was 16 in 1999 it was a lot easier to meet older guys and
fool around with them than it was with guys my age or younger. Not all
those older guys cared about me all that much, but a few did and they are
still friends fifteen years later."

"Does that mean you think a 16 year old can decide on his own who he wants
to have sex with?"

Our conversation was very general by this point, almost philosophical, even
so I shouldn't have been caught off guard when Clay slid over and leaned
into me after I affirmed, `yes 16 year olds should be able to decide on
their own who they wish to have sex with.'

End of Chapter Eighteen