Date: Fri, 14 Nov 2014 09:25:39 -0800
From: Matthew C <matteo_84cdm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chapter 2 Mikey & The Health Club - Adult Youth

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02 Mikey and the Health Club

By Matt Kendrick

Mikey I lay there entwined for a time. Maybe it was two minutes, maybe it
was twenty, I really can't say because time stood still in the moment. I
hoped he was as happy tomorrow, next week, next month and ten years from
now when he looked back on this time. I hoped there weren't going to be any
regrets from either of us, because as long as he was happy, I was going to
be happy, deliriously so. I hated to think he might have a change of heart
down the road and feel bad about this because the last thing I'd ever want
would be to hurt him. But I couldn't worry about that now, it would take
time to play out.

"Do you want to shower?" I whispered to him, "Get some of that stuff out of
you?"

"Mmmm, I don't want it to ever leave me," he cooed, "I'm gonna slam my
cheeks closed and keep your boys in me forever."

I laughed, "it doesn't work that way hun, gravity and nature take
over. Better to be in the shower and wash up then to have it dripping out
later."

He sighed, "fine, if you'll shower with me."

We rolled out of bed and I took his hand and led him into my master
bathroom. The shower is huge, it is big enough to fit probably six people
comfortably and has a multitude of shower heads, all hand held European
style ones, that would hit you from any angle and then one over head
"rainfall" shower head. There were also sliding glass doors on two sides of
the shower. One was the entrance from the bathroom, the other opened to the
outdoors to a small patio rock garden and the enclosing sandstone wall had
a waterfall running out of it. This was one of my favorite features of the
house. A teak chaise lounge in the enclosed patio completed the whole
shower area.

I turned on two of the showers and Mikey and I stepped under the
streams. He wrapped his arms around me as the water cascaded over us.

"Ahhh," he intoned. "You have no idea how many times at the club I wanted
to jump into the shower with you and do this and how many dreams I've had
at night of us like this."

"To be honest Mikey, it never occurred to me. I wasn't sure if we were
flirting or not at the club. I guess I had a hard time believing a guy your
age had sexual feelings and impulses and even if you had been more explicit
I am not sure what I would have done then."

He backed off holding me and looked up, "you aren't sorry you did this are
you?"

His look of concern was cute and touching. I was worried about him having
regrets and he was worried about me having regrets.

"I am not sorry as long as you aren't Mikey. I worry that you have the
maturity to understand all this and make good decisions, but as long as you
are happy I am too. I'd never ever want to hurt you or cause you pain, you
know that right?"

"Of course I do. Why do you think I wanted you for my first fuck? I've been
throwing hints and flirts and everything else at you for almost two months
now and you didn't rush to take advantage of what was being offered. The
other ten or eleven guys jumped at the first or second flirt and I
understood they mostly just wanted to get off, which was okay because that
was what I was looking for mostly too, but I knew some of them didn't
really care about me and frankly, I don't care about some of them
either. But you were...  you ARE, different. I knew you thought about me
differently and that is one reason I am crazy about you. I feel safe with
you."

Wow, that was a mouthful. It opened as many questions for me as it answered
questions, but it was a starting place and a staring place to understand
where Mikey was coming from. I was also a little shocked that other guys
were so ready to have sex with a 6th grader going on 7th that they didn't
hesitate to act on some simple flirtations.

"I am glad you feel safe with me Mikey. I hope you don't have any regrets
with me or the other guys you've been with. You are awfully young, but you
seem to be pretty aware of a lot of things I wasn't aware of when I was
your age."

Mikey had moved back into me, only he had turned around and was leaning
back into me as the water ran over us.

"The Internet is a pretty interesting place. I think I figured out I liked
guys when I was 10 years old because when I was doing Omegle and girls
wanted to see my dick and wanted to show me their cooch I wasn't as excited
as when guys, especially men, wanted to see my dick and hole and I craved
seeing theirs too. A couple of the men were ready to fly here or drive here
to meet me and do the stuff we did online for real, but I wasn't that
stupid. I knew they were mostly bad guys who only cared about themselves,
but they were fun as long as I kept them at arms length."

I had my arms around him as he continued his narrative.

"Omegle was kind of the place that opened my eyes to there were boys like
me, who like other boys and that there were men and older guys too who'd be
willing to play around. So I started to pay better attention in the locker
room and sauna area at the club to who paid attention to me and who
didn't. Most adults and teens don't even see guys like me, they look right
through us. But I started to notice that there were guys who watched
me. They tried to act like they weren't, but I knew they were. Sometimes
the same guys always managed to be in the shower right across from mine
even though the club has like 24 different showers. I guess they thought I
was dumb enough to not notice. Anyway, some of the guys gave me, give me, a
creepy feeling so I ignore them, but some of the guys I thought were hot so
I came up with subtle ways to show I was interested."

"You mean like wiggling your ass and bending over so your hole was winking
at them," I interrupted.

"Exactly," he said and he seemed proud of it, "and it worked with everyone
I wanted to get with. Well everyone, but you. I had to come up with a
different plan for you."

"But that worked too," he said smugly.

I slapped his bare bottom, but not too hard.

"Well it did!" he insisted.

And he was right, it had worked. I felt like a dang fly that had fallen for
the glistening nectar of the Venus Fly Trap. But oh what a way to go.

I grabbed some soap and started to wash Mikey. He seemed to love the
attention and the lathering. He really enjoyed it when I squatted down and
lathered up his perfect ass and hole and reached through to lather his
balls from behind. He liked it so well he turned around and his 4 ½ inch
pecker was hard as steel again and pointing straight up at the ceiling. It
was so cute and as long as I was already squatting down I switched to a
kneeling position and pulled his cock away from his body and started to
suck him. I tried to go slowly, but Mikey would have any of it. He grabbed
my head and started to pump furiously into my mouth. I let him take the
lead and just held onto his small orbs and felt the pure muscle in them as
he fucked my mouth.

I used the soap on his ass to lube his hole and started to finger fuck him
while he humped my mouth. He spread his legs a little more so I'd have
better access, but he didn't miss a beat ramming his dick into my mouth. I
felt the muscles of his anus constrict and relax on my finger as he moved
in and out of my mouth and I moved in and out of his ass.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum," he said a couple of minutes later.

He shot a good six ropes of cum into my mouth, he was having a pretty
intense climax. His knees buckled slightly.

"Oh that was my best one ever, holy fuck was that great!" was all he could
say.

I finished with washing him and used one of the handheld shower heads to
rinse him off and rinse him out. I think we'd gotten a lot my residual
spunk out of him, if not all. I really didn't want cum leaking out of his
ass later in the day.

We finished in the shower and went back into my bedroom.

"Now what," a grinning Mikey asked.

It was a little after 11:30AM, I couldn't believe how much my world had
changed since I innocently went to the health club two and a half hours
ago.

"We need to fix some things."

I grabbed Mikey's iPad, went over to my desk in the bedroom and grabbed
some memory sticks and headed out to the covered lanai. I sat down on one
of the chaise lounges and Mikey's lay down next to me. We were both still
buck naked, which was okay, because it felt completely natural. We'd spent
so much time naked together at the club and now we'd explored each other's
body intimately there was no awkwardness.

"What do we need to do?" he inquired.

"We need to secure your "special files" in someplace safer and off your
iPad. You do get that your mother probably snoops through your room right,
and maybe snoops through your phone and iPad as well, right?"

Mikey looks perplexed, so I continue.

"Mother's view it as their sacred duty to protect you from ever growing up
so they use all kinds of excuses to snoop through your room and now in the
electronic age, through your phones and computers. They go into your room
to `dust', so then why are they looking in between your mattresses and
under your bed? They are looking for drugs, porn, alcohol, love letters,
anything they deem suspicious or evil. I am guessing your mother hasn't
found your special files yet or anything else, otherwise you'd be grounded
for life and your friends would be in jail, so we need to move them before
she does."

Now Mikey looks incredulous, "you don't really think she is snooping
through my phone, computer and iPad do you?"

"If she has any kind of knowledge of technology, I'd bet she is and I would
sure never take the chance that she isn't."

"Dude, I have ummm... a lot of pictures and stuff on my phone and computer
besides just those files. I've...  you know, traded a lot with people."

"Well if you haven't been busted yet by her or your father, it is only a
matter of time. You have to get those things off your computer and phone
ASAP. We can take care of the phone and iPad right now."

I hooked up a Lightening adapter to the iPad so I could use the memory
sticks to load some programs on the iPad. One was a program to cleanse the
iPad and remove all traces of the files after we moved them, another was an
anonymous server program so Mikey's movements on the Internet couldn't be
traced and the last was program that created a hidden drive using a game as
cover; to the uninitiated, it would function as a game, but to the user, a
simple code opened the hidden drive that couldn't be found by even the best
detection programs.

I explained to Mikey as I went along, "I am creating a drive in the cloud
for you using Mail.ru. It is a Russian website so you know they are never
sharing information with the U.S. What is your email address?"

Mikey gave me his email address and I created the cloud drive for him and
let him choose his own password, but before I gave the iPad to him to put
in a password, I created an administrator back door for me so I could
access the drive too. I told myself I was just looking out for Mikey, so I
could monitor the drive and make sure he wasn't doing too much crazy stuff,
but I was also crazy curious to see what was in the other eleven folders of
his `special friends'.

I moved all twelve of the special friends folders to the cloud and then put
them in the delete basket. I asked Mikey if he had selfies and other pics
he wouldn't want his mom to see and he directed me to two other folders
that I moved without opening and then deleted them too.

"Anything else incriminating?" I asked him and he shook his head no so I
ran the safe delete program and then let the program scrub the hard drive
with a 35 pass overwrite that would completely obliterate anything that had
ever been on hard drive but wasn't wanted any more.

While that program ran I had him open the cloud program on his iPhone and
we moved all the conversations he wanted to save, all the selfies sent and
received and all the naughty downloads and then erased them too.

"What about your computer at home? I assume that is what you use for when
you are on Omegle? Do you have a lot of files on it too?"

His blush told me yes before he spoke and I told him he needed to move and
erase that stuff ASAP too.

"Can we do it now?" he asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Well no one is home at my house. My parents are gone until at least 5PM or
maybe even 6PM tonight. Can we just go over there now and take care of it?"

My mind was whirling. What if Mikey had snoopy neighbors who'd wonder who
this man was with Mikey at home? What if his parents decided to come home
for lunch or had forgotten something they needed for an afternoon meeting?
But Mikey again displayed his uncanny ability to read my mind.

"My parents NEVER come home during the day and if we park in back of my
house no one can see the back area. I always use the back door and no one
ever knows when I come or go," he explained.

I sighed, "okay, I think this is pretty important so let's go do it and do
it quickly."

Mikey's house was in the coastal hills and true to what he said his house
backed up into a hill and from the access road behind his house you
couldn't see any other homes, which meant no one could see us either. I was
actually kind of looking forward to seeing his room now that my anxiety of
being seen with him had diminished.

His room was cute. It was done in a beachy/nautical theme, but you could
see it was a room that had been done for the 5 or 6 year old Mikey, not the
Mikey approaching puberty and manhood. There was a cute band of sail boat
wall paper that ringed the walls and Mikey had various surfing and skating
posters that made it seem older than the original theme. He had a big bed,
probably a queen sized one, unmade of course with a sail boat themed
comforter and there were various pieces of clothing scattered on the floor,
including some discarded boxers that made my cock involuntarily surge. I'd
always had a thing for guys underwear. When I was younger I used to
`borrow' boxers and briefs from my friends I was crushing on and then jack
off with them. I used to even stuff pillows inside the underwear and then
hump the pillow pretending it was my friend. I guess I still retained a bit
of that fetish.

"Let's get to work," I said to Mikey, "I want to be in and out as quickly
as possible."

"Like earlier today," he said while batting his eyes at me.

"You're incorrigible," I told him, but my cock made another involuntary
leap.

He opened his MacBook Pro and showed me where all his files were that he
thought maybe should be moved and removed. I had him sign into the cloud
and then I quickly moved the four folders to his Mail.ru drive. I installed
the same programs I had on his other Apple devices and began to cleanse his
laptop. When I get into computers I sort of tune out what goes on around me
so as I finished the cleansing of the MacBook I was completely astonished
to see Mikey laying on bed, naked as a jaybird, with an erection, and
smiling as coyly as he could. I almost had a fucking heart attack.

"What the HELL are you doing?" I said in a voice barely above a whisper
even though there was no need to whisper, but again my cock reacted
differently from my brain.

He rolled onto his side and patted the bed next to him, "come join me. I
want to make love with you in my bed."

"You are certifiably one hundred perfect fucking nuts! I just want to get
out of here as quickly as possible and be thankful no one has caught us or
you yet."

Mikey put on a pouty face, came off the bed and stood close to me. He
looked up at me with those big brown eyes.

"Your lips maybe saying no, no, no, but I can see the tent you are
pitching," and with that he reached out to take my rapidly hardening cock
in his hand.

His manipulation through my shorts made it get even harder faster. My pulse
was quickening and so was my breathing. He knew when he started to unfasten
my shorts that I wasn't going to offer any resistance and I didn't. I
couldn't.

He took my shorts and boxers down to my ankles and I stepped out of
them. While he was down there he took my dick into his mouth and started to
blow me. It was the same expert job he had performed a few hours earlier
and I was still wondering where this expertise came from. I peeled off my
t-shirt and now I was as naked as Mikey. He continued his amazing blow job,
but now he added a new wrinkle. He moistened his index finger and inserted
it in my hole, looking for that sweet spot I'd hit in him. Boy he was a
fast learner.

"Where is it?" he asked me.

I knew exactly what he meant.

"Do you have any lube?"

"No," he replied, "today was the first time I've ever used anything besides
spit."

"Does your mother have any olive oil?"

When he replied `of course' I sent him off on a mission to get a small
glass of it. I watched that incredible butt scamper out of the room and
then searched for a beach towel, which I found. When Mikey returned from
the kitchen with the olive oil I was lying on the beach towel on his
bed. He crawled up on the bed next to me with the glass.

"Get in between my legs."

When he was positioned right I lifted my legs exposing my hole to him.

"Dip your finger in the olive oil, spread some around that ring around my
hole; then slip your finger into the hole slowly."

He did as he was told and when he had his index finger was all the way in I
continued the instruction.

"Now turn your hand palm up and move your finger up and back towards my
dick... oh fuck, yeah, right there."

He'd found my prostate pretty quickly and the sensation of that little
finger in my butt, hitting my prostate in the just the right place was
heaven. He started to finger fuck me like a pro; like he'd been doing it
forever. Either he was a quick study or he'd seen a lot of porn on the
Internet. I was thinking maybe it was a combo of the two. The longer he
went, the more I got into it.

"Do you want to fuck me?" the words popped out of my mouth long before I
formed the thought. I just said it.

Mikey's eyes got as big as saucers, "can I?"

"Yeah," was all I could say.

He looked at me for more guidance.

"Put a good bit of olive oil on your dick and put some more on and in my
hole."

He did both.

"Now, place your head at the entrance of my hole and just slip it in slowly
like you did with your finger."

I watched the joy and wonderment on his face at this new sensation as his
cock disappeared deep into me. He had it all the way inserted.

"Now you are in charge, start pumping in and out. Go at any pace you want
and if you want to hit my prostate, lift my legs a little higher. Give me
some olive oil too so I can jack while you fuck."

I lubed my cock and started to jack it while Mikey started his in and out
movement. He was slow and cautious at first and he slipped out once or
twice by going back too far, but he soon got the hang of it. I closed my
eyes and paced myself on my jacking while Mikey enjoyed himself. He settled
into a nice pace that was very pleasing to me and seemed to be for him
too. I am not sure how long it had been, maybe eight or ten minutes, but I
could feel Mikey picking up his pace so I picked up my jacking pace as
well. Then Mikey's pace went from fast to frenetic and I knew he must be
close to a climax. It was unbelievable that a 4 ½" cock could deliver so
much pleasure, but this was the best fuck I'd had in six months, maybe a
year.

Guttural noises told me the end was near so I brought myself to climax. The
first streams of cum were landing on my chest when I heard Mikey gasping,
`oh fuck, oh fuck.' He must have climaxed because he pulled out of me and
collapsed on top of me, squishing the cum on my chest between us.

"Oh my sweet fucking gawd that was hot!" he gasped out between breaths,
"jaysus, Mary and Joseph I can't believe how awesome that was!"

I wrapped my arms around him, slid my hands down to his cute little buns
and gave them a squeeze, "it was pretty incredible from my side too." I
planted a kiss on him, a remarkably chaste one given what we'd had just
done.

"Let's get out of here though. We can shower back at my house. Be sure you
open your windows too so the room airs out. You may not realize it but
"sex" has a smell. You don't notice when you are in the room, but if you
walk into a room where two people have been doing it, the smell is
palpable."

"Really?" his eyes shot up, more information on this day of information
overload for him.

"Really," I answered back, "now let's get dressed and vamoose."

"We have to move some more files to the cloud," he told me.

"I thought we got them all?" I was confused.

"These are new ones," he said as he patted the iPad next to him.

I should have been mad, or I at least should have kept my eyes open during
the sex, but at this point I didn't really care. I just rolled my eyes and
made sure he knew how to do it on his own, which he did now and he even
erased them and scrubbed the drive again.

We stopped by the kitchen on the way out to empty the remains of the olive
oil and then put the glass in the dishwasher. We then slipped out the back
door, Mikey relocked it and we got in my car. I was pretty sure no one
could have seen us coming or going and I was really glad no one had seen us
cumming.

"You hungry," I asked as we headed back to my house.

"Starved," was the emphatic reply, "sex always makes me hungry!"

"How about De Stefano's?"

"Sounds awesome, I already know what I want, I love that place!"

"Are we going to run into any of your friends there?" I asked Micky.

"Probably, but don't worry, I got it covered," Mikey replied somewhat
cryptically.

I pulled in the parking lot of De Stefano's Old World Deli & Ristorante. It
was pretty packed as was to be expected at lunch time during summer and the
inside was even fuller from the people who'd walked from the beach. Mikey
and I took one number, there didn't seem to be any point in hiding that
we'd come in together and it would seem pretty innocent I guess if anyone
asked.

We placed our order for two sandwiches, I got the Italian Special Combo,
Mikey went for the Roast Beef & Provolone, and we got a medium pepperoni
pizza and salad for two. After placing the order we went outside and got a
table in the shade on the side of the building, put the number they'd given
us on the side of the table and waited for them to bring our food. While we
were waiting, two teens who looked familiar poked their heads around the
corner of the building looking for a table obviously. Mikey spied them too
and shouted, `Drew, Joey'!

Of course, they were two guys from the club. I'd seen them around the
basketball court, the weight room and such. Drew and Joey came over and
Mikey invited them to share our table. I wasn't sure how Mikey was going to
explain us hanging out, but he'd proved to be pretty resourceful so far.

"I just kicked Tim's ass in racquetball again and so he has to buy me
lunch."

Oh that little bitch I smiled to myself; he explains our being together and
takes credit for beating me. I was hoping that Drew and Joey hadn't just
come from the club and were wondering why they didn't see us, but with
their sandy feet and distinct whiff of coconut sun screen I was pretty sure
they'd just come from the beach. Both boys were laughing at that as they
dropped their backpacks and sat down.

"I let him win because he sobs like a 5th grade girl if I beat him too
badly," was my comeback. "I don't think we've met for reals, I'm Tim."

I reached out and shook Drew and Joey's hands as they introduced
themselves.

"Can I get in on this `playing for lunch' deal," Drew asked with a big
grin, "I kick Mikey's ass every time. I wouldn't mind a free meal."

And I wouldn't mind buying you one I thought. Drew was a lithe Asian guy,
I'd guess Vietnamese, with a gorgeous smile and a body that looked very
athletic.

"I'm just starting racquetball and can't afford fancy lunches," Joey joked,
"but if you are willing to play Horse for lunch, I'm in. I never lose."

Joey was a looker too. He was a bit taller than Drew and had on a Serra
Basketball reversible practice jersey so I guess he played b-ball at the
high school.

"I dunno Joey, are you on the varsity basketball team? I don't wanna get
hustled," I smiled.

"Naw, I was on the freshman team last year and I am playing on JV this
summer so I figure an old guy like you has a decent shot."

Cute. Joey had a fun personality obviously and I came to find out Drew did
too as we bantered around as we ate after all our food arrived. I ordered a
second pizza and some more salad because it wouldn't have felt right eating
that stuff in front of them. They both seemed really appreciative. All told
the lunch took about 45 minutes and I was slightly surprised that Mikey
knew Joey and Drew so well since they were both in high school and he was
in middle school, but Serra Island is a small town, the two schools are
side by side, in fact they share a lot of facilities, and the boys all
belonged to the club as well so I guess it made sense. By the end of lunch
I felt I knew the two older boys better and I knew more about Mikey took as
I picked up on their conversations about this, that and the other thing.

"Are you guys going back to the club now," Joey wanted to know.

Before I could answer, and I am not sure what I would have said, Mikey
chimed in ahead of me.

"No actually we are heading over to Tim's to swim, you guys should join
us."

I was a little surprised, but then given the day I shouldn't have
been. Mikey was just one big surprise after another. I was wondering how
Drew and Joey were going to react when Mikey jumped in the pool in his
birthday suit.

"That sounds awesome, if you don't mind Tim," Joey said, answering for both
of them.

"No, it'll be fun. My pool doesn't get enough usage anyway. Did you guys
ride here?"

"Naw, Joey's mom dropped us off. We were going to walk home or hitch a ride
with someone. There is always someone at the beach we know."

"Well okay then, let's hop in my car and go."

We got to my car and Joey let out a low whistle, "dang, a 750i. That must
have cost a few pennies. We're all sandy and stuff. Are you sure you want
us in there?"

"No worries Joey, it is just a car, sand vacuums up pretty easily. If stuff
like that worried me I wouldn't have bought the car to begin with in a
beach town."

We pulled in through my back gate again, but I didn't put the car in the
garage this time I left it out. Joey and Drew were as impressed by my
backyard as they were the car. Joey really liked the half court basketball
area with the lights for night play. We moved up to the covered lanai to
put the boy's backpacks down and I turned on the TVs. Joey and Drew peeled
off their shirts in anticipation of going swimming, but were waiting for
Mikey and me. Mikey pulled a bathing suit out of his backpack, shooting me
an exaggerated grin when he did. When Mikey dropped his shorts and boxers
to pull on his bathing suit neither Drew nor Joey seemed too surprised, but
then again I figured they'd seen Mikey naked in the locker room and sauna
area of the club any number of time so it didn't seem that unusual.

"You guys go ahead and jump in, I'll go put on my trunks."

I left the boys while I entered into my bedroom. I wanted to be sure that
Mikey and I had put everything away from our earlier encounter. It wouldn't
do to have Joey or Drew see the toys Mikey and I had used, etc. And yes, we
had. I pulled on my bathing suit and joined the boys who were splashing
around, wrestling and doing the general nonsense that boys do in a pool. As
soon as I dove in and swam towards them I was swarmed by the three of them
with them trying to dunk me. I held my own and soon they tired of that so
we moved on to chicken fights, who could swim the most lengths underwater
on one breath and the like.

After an hour or so they were pretty tired and ready to eat again as teens
are. I went into the kitchen and pulled out various bags of chips, dips and
two, two liter bottles of Mountain Dew and Coke. The boys were on the couch
playing Halo4, looking entirely comfortable. It was actually a cool
scene. Since I'd moved back to Serra Island I hadn't really taken advantage
of the house I built. It was nice seeing people enjoy the amenities I'd put
in.

When I put the food and drinks down, they boys attacked it like a plague of
hungry locusts. For the next forty minutes or so we just chatted about
life, sports, school and how all three were related to their lives. I found
that Drew was a wrestler, just like I had been at Serra and both he and
Joey played lacrosse and I was surprised to find out Mikey was a lacrosse
player too, which was another touch point he had with Joey and Drew. When
you came down to it, I guess I really didn't know Mikey that well. We'd
played a lot of racquetball together and chatted a little in the sauna
area, but nothing too deep or personal. It was actually cool getting to
know more about Mikey and his friends too.

Drew actually knew that I had been a wrestler at Serra because my name was
painted on the Wall of Fame in the mat room since I had been a state
champion and a two time CIF section champion. It was funny that people knew
things about me from stuff like that and from magazine or newspaper
articles. I didn't feel like anything special, but I knew that things like
being a state champion gave me some minor fame in local wrestling circles
and then being the #1 deal maker in mergers and acquisitions two of the
last three years gave me a bit of fame in other circles. It was hard to
realize sometimes.

"I should get going," Joey announced, "I have a summer league game at 4PM
at the high school. When we play Horse Tim I'll give you a break, I'll let
you play on your home court here."

"You're on," I smiled at him, "do you want me to drop you at the high
school?"

"That would be awesome if you don't mind."

"Not at all, I have to drop Mikey back at the club to get his bike and the
school is on the way. I can drop you at home too Drew, if you like."

"Are you sure you don't mind?" Drew said.

"It's cool I didn't have much planned for today and even if I did, I
certainly have time to drop you at your house."

We all piled back into my car and I actually drove through the garage and
out the front driveway as long as my car was pointing that way. The guys
thought that was pretty cool and actually I did too. It was a fun feature
of my house. I dropped Joey at school first, since it was on the way to the
health club. Before he got out he got me to agree to play our game of Horse
the coming weekend. He put my phone number in his iPone and told me he'd
call when he woke up Saturday morning.

"You can drop me next Tim, if you want. Drew lives up near the navy base,"
Mikey volunteered.

I was a little surprised since I thought he might want to go last so we
could chat a bit more about the day we'd had.

"Okay, I'm easy."

I drove to the club and dropped Mikey off out front. Since we'd been out
and about today with a decent cover story there was no reason for
subterfuge and it might have had Drew wondering why there was any coyness
in me dropping Mikey at the club. Mikey squeezed my leg before he climbed
out.

"Thanks for the day Tim, I loved beating you," Mikey smirked as he exited.

Drew moved up to the front seat, where Mikey had been.

"Where by the base to you live Drew?"

"We are on Country Club Drive by the west entrance."

"Okay, I know that area. I had a couple of friends who lived there when I
was going to Serra High."

We drove in silence for a bit. Now that we were alone I wasn't sure what to
talk about and Drew was maybe a little shy. He cleared his throat like he
wanted to say something, but he didn't. Or at least not right away. Luckily
I got a text from Mikey to fill the void a bit, `awesum day, FaceTime me
tonite at 9PM' with five smiley faces. I texted back, `k 9PM it is', but
just one smiley face.

"Hey Tim," Drew started hesitantly. "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

I wondered where this was heading.

"I know you really don't know me very well, but do you think..."

He paused like he couldn't finish what he was going to ask.

"Just spit it out Drew."

"Do you think you could help me with wrestling?"

Well I didn't expect that. I am not sure what I was expecting, but I didn't
quite get why that was tough to ask.

"Why the hesitation to ask me that?"

Drew sort of shrugged, "I dunno. I mean you are this important business
guy, why would you bother with me, I'm just a kid. Most adults don't even
notice us unless they think we are talking too loudly."

I laughed a little, "I know what you mean Drew, I am not that far removed
from my teens. I know at 30 I must seem like an old man to you, Lord knows
I thought 30 was old 15 years ago, but truth be told I still feel like more
kid than adult."

"Oh no! I don't think you are old at all. 30 seems like a totally cool age
and you are in great shape still."

I smiled and blushed at the compliments. I did have a nice body and I was
in great shape, I knew that, but it was still nice to hear.

Drew directed me to his house on Country Club Drive.

"Hey, you live next door to the Jenkins," I exclaimed.

"Yeah, did you know their son Tim?"

"Yeah, Timmy and I were great friends. We wrestled together and people
called us the `two T's.' I went off to wrestle at Stanford and Timmy went
off to the Naval Academy to wrestle. He knew exactly what he wanted to be,
always. Being a Navy SEAL was his goal for as long as I knew him. He died
far too young."

"I remember when he was killed in Afghanistan. My mother took over some
meals and sat with Mrs. Jenkins several days. I think there was a bond
because the Jenkins knew what my parents went through in Vietnam to get
here. There was a shared sense of tragedy, but also an understanding that
sometimes you have to do what you have to do."

That was a remarkably sage insight for a 14 year old and I told him so. He
seemed to drink up the praise.

"So when do you want to work on wrestling," I asked him.

"Whenever you have time I guess. How long will it take you to turn me into
state champ material?" There was a gleam in his eye as he asked.

"State champ material might take two or three sessions," was my joking
reply back. "How about next week? Say Wednesday? A week from today?"

"That sounds awesome, but where? I am not sure I can get into the mat room
at school. The club maybe? I know they have mats down they use for karate
and judo."

"We can do it at my house. I have a small mat room in my basement next to
my workout room."

"No way, that is awesome. Hey, why do you go to the club if you have your
own gym?"

"I am more motivated to workout when I have people around, plus I can pick
up racquetball games, basketball and volleyball too."

"Makes sense," he agreed, "who do you wrestle with in the mat room?"

"You'll be the first actually," I admitted, "mostly I just stretch in there
and do some drills to get a sweat going."

"Cool, I am looking forward to being your first."

I thought I noticed a slight look of panic on his face as the words came
out of his mouth and he tried to correct what he'd said.

"I mean, I'm ..." He stumbled.

"No worries Drew," I laughed, "I know what you meant and I am looking
forward to you popping my cherry... I mean the mat room's cherry."

That caused him to blush, which I thought was an interesting reaction to my
double entendre.

"So I guess I'll see you Wednesday then? What time?"

"You tell me Drew, anytime after 9AM works for me."

"Okay, so is like 10AM cool?" he sounded a little hesitant like maybe I'd
back out.

"10AM is perfect, we can go eat afterwards."

That perked him up, "okay, I guess I'll see you Wednesday at 10AM then."

"Hey, before you go, let me give you my cell phone number in case you need
to change times and then text me so I'll have your number."

For some odd reason that seemed to perk him up even more; maybe Drew had
issues with confidence. From what I could see he was good looking,
intelligent, in good shape and had a fun personality. What was there to be
insecure about?

End of Chapter Two