Date: Sat, 22 Aug 2015 03:11:35 +0000 (UTC)
From: Matthew C <matteo_84cdm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mikey & the Health Club, Chapter 21 Gay Male, Adult Youth section

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21 Mikey and the Health Club

By Matt Kendrick

Disneyland and Disney California Adventure had been a huge hit with the
Croatian boys. Being early spring the parks hadn't been too crowded so we
went on some of the more popular rides several times, but even the cheesy
old rides like Mr. Toad's Wild Ride impressed them.

I had done a lot of work for The Walt Disney Company in mergers and
acquisitions so it was easy to get a guest pass for the private dining
room, Club 33, which is above Pirates of the Caribbean. All the boys were
blown away by Club 33, but I think Christian most of all. Nikola and Mislav
were from privileged families in Croatia, Mikey from the tony and
privileged confines of Serra Island, but Christian was the kid from the
"wrong side of the tracks" so to speak, in Empire Beach. He was just
starting to understand the new world and new circles he was moving in.

Even though Anaheim is only 90 minutes north of Serra Island I found myself
wishing I had engaged a driver for the day. I was bushed on the drive
home. I wasn't alone. I had to wake of the four young ones when we got
home. They were too tired to even walk down the hall to their rooms. The
four dropped their clothes, crawled into my bed and were back asleep before
I could get undressed and join them. Luckily Monday was a teacher
in-service day for Serra Island Middle School so Mikey & Christian had the
whole day to relax and recover.

Unfortunately for me, I didn't have a day off Monday so I slipped out of
bed early in the morning, brewed some coffee and got to work in my
office. Sometime around 9AM Mikey poked his head in the door of my office
and asked if he could invite the middle school crew over to swim since they
were off today. I said yes and barely noticed the noise or activity until
Ryan Leavey, the hot little middle schooler who rocked my world after
church one Sunday, poked his head in my office door.

"Are you coming out to play?" he asked in a sultry voice, "or can we play
in here."

I glanced at my watch, it was after 12pm already; my guests must be getting
hungry by now.

"We can play in here," I teased.

Ryan's eyes shot wide open. He stepped through the door so now I could see
all of him and of course he was naked. What made me think Mikey would have
any other kind of pool party? Ryan recovered from his shock quickly and now
strode confidently to where I was sitting with a Cheshire cat grin on his
face.

"Oh boy, I've been hoping for a second go ever since October!"

I could tell him I was just teasing, but ever since our two previous
encounters Ryan has continued to be one of my most recurrent themes when I
jack off and he is even hotter than he was five months ago. He is a good
two inches taller, around 5'2" now, his body even more cut and with even
more blonde pubic hairs above his cock; a cock that is already at full
attention and has grown along with the rest of him. When Ryan first came
over with Mikey he was probably a bit over 4 inches hard, he was just under
5 inches the first time we really went at it now he is easily over 5
inches, maybe over 5 ½ inches and noticeably thicker as well.

He starts to climb into my lap like the first time we had sex.

"Better go close and lock the door," I tell him, "we don't want any of your
middle school buddies walking in on us."

Ryan gets that devil grin of his on his face, "there are a few I wouldn't
mind joining us."

I am sure of that.

"Yeah, I am not sure I am ready for them yet. The ones I have keep me
plenty busy already."

"And a few of them wouldn't mind joining us," his grin turned sly.

"Oh?"

"Yeah," he continued, "I've been on Omegle and Skype with a few of my
friends like Rory, Daine and Julien where we've `preformed' on cam for
older guys, guys older than you even and all of them told me they wanted to
try to meet some older guys for real. They don't know about you of course."

He paused and finished, "but they could."

I admit my cock leaped at the idea, but the general instability of middle
school kids made me think I was pushing my luck enough already, at least
for now. Maybe I'll check Ryan's Mail.ru account and see if Rory, Daine or
Julien show up anyplace in his files. For now I concentrate on him.

"You've gotten bigger Ryan. Did you know that?"

Ryan blushes.

"Yeah, I kinda keep a journal. I weigh myself, measure myself and take
selfies from every angle so I can keep track of my progress. I am 5 ½
inches now and I was only 4 ¼ inches the first time I came over here
with Mikey."

"You know what that means?"

He looks at me perplexed. I don't say anything but walk over to my office
door, shut it and lock it since he hadn't yet.

"It means you gotta fuck me right now. Fast and hard." I tell him.

He does a cute little happy dance and his hard dicks flaps around. I grab
some lube out of the desk (yes, every room in my house has lube in it
including the kitchen), point my QuickCam on my computer towards the couch
in my office and lead him over to the couch.

"Like I said bud, we only have 10 to 15 safe minutes here before someone
notices your absence and comes looking, so no holding back."

Ryan nods his acknowledgement and goes right to work prepping me. It
doesn't take long to open up my pucker and slip his young manhood into
me. He starts a little slow to get his rhythm set, but once he figures it
out he takes my message to heart and goes into pounding mode. It feels
amazing and it is hard to believe he is not yet 13 years old because he is
already better than many 20 plus year olds I know. It causes me to wonder
if he has been practicing a lot. There isn't much time for musing though as
I can tell by his grunts and breathing that he is getting close. I stroke
myself to be ready to shoot when he does.

"Oh fuck" is all Ryan says and I can tell he is now shooting deep into
me. I start shooting just 10 seconds later. When he is sure he is spent, he
withdraws. I feel a pang of regret that this could have been longer, but we
are at just at about 15 minutes since he poked his head into my office and
I am sure the boys will be missing him.

"I want you to fuck me now," Ryan enthuses.

"Can't, not enough time. I'll give you a rain check."

 "You said we'd get together again last time and it took six months
almost. How about Sunday."

I did some quick calculations.

"I can't Sunday, I am taking Niki and Mislav to the airport. How about the
Sunday after?"

Ryan eagerly nods and starts to harden up again.

"Just me or can I bring one of my friends who wants to be with an older
guy?"

Now I slowly start to harden again.

"We can talk about that later, let's get back to the pool for now."

I made sure we were both cleaned up and not the slightest bit hard before
we walked down the hall and out to the pool area. There look to be eight
middle school boys in the pool area, plus the Croatian boys. They were in
various locations throughout the backyard; some were in the pool splashing
and giggling, a couple were sitting in the lounge chairs watching the going
ons.

Mikey is one of the ones in a lounge chair and he nods to Ryan, "well you
were gone for a while."

Ryan plays it cool and just shrugs it off, "yeah, Tim and I were catching
up. Its' been awhile since we chatted."

I think if Rory Slater hadn't been in the lounge chair next to Mikey he'd
have told Mikey `yeah it took awhile to fuck Tim's brains out', but I
appreciate his discretion.

And speaking of Rory...  I know who he is and he knows who I am because of
surfing, but we've never really had an in depth conversation. Rory has won
just about every surfing contest you can win on Serra Island; longboard,
short board, skim board, it doesn't matter, Rory is the champ in his age
group and even in the older age groups sometimes. What is weird now is that
this gorgeous surfer boy with the shaggy blonde hair and deep green eyes is
sitting naked in my backyard and I am trying to be not so obvious in
checking him out.

"Hey Tim," Rory says with a nod.

"Mr. Slater," I nod back, "happy you could join us today."

Rory flashes his perfect smile at me (of course the perfect surfer type has
a perfect smile; it is almost like that gum commercial where the teeth
gleam). I let my eyes wander slowly over his naked body. He has that
perfect chest that surfers have from paddling, washboard abs, a "V" cut
that leads down to a nice patch of blonde pubic hairs and a not
unsubstantial cut cock. My slow scan done I return to Rory's face where the
smile is still in place. Even though my scan was faster than it took
describe it, I am pretty sure Rory knows he's been checked out and I
suspect he also knows that he passed inspection with flying colors. I've
never known Rory to be a cocky kid, he is always very complimentary to his
opponents and humble when he wins, but there is also an air of confidence
in him you don't often see in middle school kids. Rory is good looking, he
knows it, but he isn't cocky about it.

"Want to go with me to De Stefano's to pick up some pizzas Mikey?"

I figured with the middle school crowd here naked as jay birds that I'd be
better served to go pick them up rather than have them delivered. You never
know who is working and they might not understand a house full of naked 12,
13 and 14 year olds.

"I'll go with you Tim," Rory chimes in before Mikey can answer.

"You'll need to put pants on you know," I tell him with a grin.

Rory just grins back, jumps up and walks over to a pile of clothes. His
perfect orbs of butt cheeks roll up and down as he walks. His movements are
lithe and cat like. As he bends over to pick up a pair of Billabong board
shorts his cheeks part slightly; enough to give a little peep show, make me
catch my breath and reconsider my position on no new middle school
encounters.

Rory slips into his flip flops and grabs a tank top. As unbelievable as it
sounds he is even sexier (if that is possible) dressed in his boards shorts
than he was naked. The shorts ride low on his hips and the draw string is
just under the V-cut, barely above his blonde pubic hairs. It is an
alluring look. Every girl and not a few boys at Serra Middle School must
have heart palpitations over him. Even as he slips the tank top on and the
V-cut disappears behind it he remains sexy as I see the few hairs under his
arms.

The spell is broken when he says, "ready! Are you?"

I realize I am still naked.

"Let me grab some shorts and a shirt. Mikey, order the pizzas while I am
getting dressed."

I don't often wear tank tops, other than when I am playing volleyball or
basketball, but somehow it seemed appropriate to mirror Rory.

We jumped in my car and drove out through the front of my house. We were
barely out of the driveway when Rory struck up an interesting conversation.

"Have you ever surfed naked Tim?"

Not really the conversation I had anticipated with Rory, but not that odd a
question in this part of the state.

"Yeah, actually I have. I've been to White's Beach a lot because the surf
is great there. I don't surf naked all the time, but I have quite a few
times."

"I never have," he offers back, "but I really want to try it. You can't
exactly ask your mom to drop you off at White's Beach though."

I shrug, "it really isn't as cool as it sounds. You get surf wax in your
pubes, your ass gets sunburned and after a couple of waves you even forget
you are naked. It can also be uncomfortable if some 50 year old guy paddles
next to you and is ogling you."

Now it is Rory's turn to shrug, "eh, I'd be okay with that."

I don't really know how to respond to that revelation.

"I'm bi you know."

Another interesting revelation from Rory.

"No, Rory I didn't," I responded, grinning to myself and wondering if there
was a correlation between the last two statements.

"Yeah...  so a 50 year old guy checking me out wouldn't be awful...  If he
was hot and all that. You know?"

I sort of loll my head around, "I guess, but you are more open minded than
I was when I was your age. I think I'd have been freaked out if an older
guy showed interest in me."

"Did they have video chatting when you were my age?"

I grin at that.

"Yes, but I'll grant you it wasn't as fast and clear as today and we didn't
have Omegle, YouNow, ChatRoulette or sites like that. It was kind of hard
to meet like minded people, if you know what I mean?"

"You mean you didn't say hi, get naked and start jackin' right away."

Oh geeze, another Mikey. I swear these kids are growing up too fast.

"And you didn't have Grindr?"

Waaaaay too fast.

"How the hell do you know about Grindr?"

Rory laughs like I am a total maroon.

"You can't be on the Internet looking for a little fun too long before you
discover all the sites like Grindr, Jack'd and the rest."

"Does that mean you've been on the Internet looking for fun...  and found
it?"

The question doesn't faze Rory. I'd have been embarrassed as hell talking
about this stuff when I was 12.

"So far I've only exchanged pics, vids and done live chat with older
guys. I've never actually met one yet. I'm kind of waiting for an older guy
I really trust to meet and the guys online or Grindr and all that seem
pretty sketch to me."

"So... Is that why you think you are bi?"

"No I know I'm bi because I've sucked some dick with guys around my age and
really liked it...  and more."

Rory emphasized the "know" part and sounded a little irritated that maybe I
didn't think he understood his own sexuality.

"I've also had a bunch of girls at school give me blow jobs, even a couple
of the high school girls have too, and as much as I'd love to fuck one of
them, none of them have been willing to do that yet, not even the high
school girls."

"What about your middle school guy friends?"

A wicked grin crosses Rory's face.

"Do you mean have any of them let me fuck them? Oh yeah, a couple of them
boys are natural born bottoms...  and I didn't say they were all middle
school boys, just around my age. Some are in high school."

He says the last part, "some are in high school", with a slightly proud,
cocky lift to his voice.

We sit there silently for about a half minute.

"Aren't you going to ask the next question?" Rory wants to know.

"Which is?"

"Have I been fucked by any of them."

"I'll admit I am curious, but I wasn't going to ask."

Rory shrugs, "I don't mind."

"Oh... and the answer is yes. I've been fucked by three of them."

There is a pause as I wait for him to go on, but I guess he is waiting for
me to ask more.

"Uh...  well did you like it? Are you a natural born bottom too?"

"Goldilocks syndrome."

"Goldilocks syndrome?" I ask him.

"One wasn't very good, one was too big, but one was juuuust right."

He has a big grin as he delivers the punch line.

"But I don't know if I am a natural born bottom, I think I'm just versatile
and I think I need to do it with better, more experienced guys, especially
if they are big, before I know completely."

Was that a come on? Or just the facts? He is so nonchalant about it I can't
tell. Luckily we've just arrived at De Stefano's so we can shift the topic
and even luckier I have to wait for a car backing out of a parking spot,
which gives time for my cock to deflate a little. All this talk and the
mental image of Rory's golden cock slipping in and out, or someone else's
cock slipping in between those beautiful orbs caused me to chub up a
little. I am pretty sure Rory noticed and I am also pretty sure I saw him
trying to push down a nascent boner too.

Mikey had ordered eight large pizzas for the eleven of us, which is
probably about right given the voracious appetites of boys and the ability
to stuff seemingly unending amounts of pizza into their gullets. He also
ordered four family sized green salads because he knows I am big on getting
a little healthy food as well.

We are back in the car with the pizza safely in the backseat when Rory
picks up our conversation.

"Are we going to do it sometime?"

Thank gawd I had a loose hold on the steering wheel so I didn't run off the
road.

"Which "it" might that be," I manage to croak out.

"Go surfing at White's Beach sometime?"

A weird crossed feeling of relief and disappointment swept over me.

"Yeah, I suppose, but what will you tell your parents about where you are
going?"

"My father, my mom just took off about three years ago. I'll tell him the
truth...  kinda, that I am surfing in Cabrillo Cove. I'll just not mention
that it is White's Beach in Cabrillo Cove. I'm not sure he'd care actually,
but I think I'd keep that on the down low."

"I'm sorry... about your mom I mean, that stinks."

Rory sighs a little, "It's okay. It's her loss."

He says it like he believes it, but it is also hard to hide the sadness.

"What if you go home with a sunburned ass?"

"Well my father has never checked my ass before after I've been surfing and
I am sure I can count on you to put some sun screen on my butt can't I?"

Rory says the last part with an overly innocent voice.

"Besides, I wouldn't want to have you fuck me when my ass is sunburned,
that might hurt even more."

I tried to look at casual as I could when he said that.

"You sound pretty sure of yourself that I'd want to...  or would."

Rory snorted, "Unless you had a banana in your trunks on the way to De
Stefano's I AM pretty sure."

It was just cocky enough to not be arrogant, but convey he knew he was
right. And he was. If he wanted to lay some pipe with me I knew there was
no way I could say no.

"Oh look the banana is back."

Rory reached over even as he said it and felt my involuntarily hardening
cock through my bathing suit. I just sighed and let it go on for fifteen or
twenty seconds, but I knew if it went on any longer I'd start leaking and
leave a wet spot for all to see when we got back to my house.

"You better leave it alone for now Rory or I am likely to need a cleanup."

"I hope it lasts longer than that," he smirked, but laid off anyway.

The car had barely stopped rolling when Mikey and Christian had the back
door open and pizza boxes were being removed along with the sides. No one
paid much attention to me so any residual boner went unnoticed by everyone
except by Rory who smirked some more and nodded. I knew who was going to be
the star of tonight's jack off session. Maybe if I get lucky I can get
visual aids from Ryan's cloud drive.

As I suspected, the pizza disappeared pretty quickly and the teens were
back to their variety of activities in and around the pool. I settled onto
a couch with a book and alternated between watching the boys and reading a
good Jack Reacher story. I finished a chapter, glanced over the top and saw
a gorgeous boy standing there next to me.

"Hi Tim, I'm Julien. I just wanted to say thanks for having us over; that
is really cool of you."

I actually know who Julien is because he is a water polo player and I've
followed the teams pretty closely. He is standing with his hands covering
his dick a little, which is interesting because he has been running around
all day with no concerns. I wonder why he has the sudden shyness, maybe it
is because I am an adult, not a kid like his peers.

"I didn't hear you walk up, but you are certainly welcome Julien, I
appreciate you saying so."

Do I address his shyness? Sure, why not.

"There is no need to be shy here Julien, everyone here pretty much has the
same equipment."

"I know, but..." he hesitates.

"But what?"

He looks behind himself to see if anyone notices him talking to me.

"I got a little problem while I was waiting."

He removes his hands and an erection immediately springs up and hits his
stomach before he pushes it back down and hides it again.

"While I was waiting for you to notice me I was noticing you and well...
that happened. I hope you don't think I'm a creepy kid."

I laughed a little, "not creepy at all Julien. At your age dicks can get
hard for a lot less reason than being around a bunch of naked, cute
guys. Sit down on the couch for a sec."

Julien sat down on the cushion next to me; not far away, but not so close
that anyone would think we were having anything but a normal conversation.

"Now sit back, cross your legs and let go. Let's talk about school or
something and it will be back to normal in no time."

He did what I said, leaning back into the back cushion, putting his right
foot on his left knee and moving his hands away from restraining his
erection. Julien's dick stood straight up now out of the small patch of
brown pubic hairs and I could check it out without being too obvious. It
was a very nice dick as those things go. It was a good length, probably 6
inches at least, but with the slenderness you expect from a guy his
age. But I didn't want to dwell on it, otherwise I'd have my own hard
problem to work on.

"So now tell me about your favorite subject at school."

Unusual for boys, English was his favorite subject, which was always one of
mine too so from there we got to discussing books and Julien got excited
and animated talking about his favorites and didn't notice that he had gone
soft. Even soft his dick was still great looking though. He was uncut,
which was unusual for Serra Island boys; it was still long and very nice
looking resting on top of his nut sac. But I couldn't dwell on that too
much either or I would get hard. This boy just exuded a sensuousness that
was hard to ignore.

We talked a few more minutes when Ryan and Rory called him to come join
their impromptu water polo game.

"Thanks again Tim," he said as he stood up, "and thanks for not talking to
me like most adults. You treat me like you are interested in what I have to
say."

"Only because I really am Julien, and you are welcome."

He didn't leave immediately so I got that he had more on his mind. I gave
him the `go ahead and ask' look.

"Do you think we could talk more about books sometime? You know, just you
and me?"

"Anytime Julien, I have a whole library full of books we can talk about."

That got a big grin out of him, even a slight blush. I watched him as he
jogged back to the pool side. His ass was just perfect and it was an
amazing site watching the round cheeks bob up and down as he went. I
wondered if the video cams on the lanai had picked up a clear shot of him
when he had his hard problem. I noted the time so I could check the hard
drive later that night.

The day ended uneventfully, meaning without any more middle schoolers
revving up my libido, and they headed home to get ready for school the next
day. I was working theoretically the next day, but I would do work in the
morning, letting my Croatian guests sleep in and then around noon I'd take
them across the bay to the world famous zoo over there and hit some of the
other sights in the area.

Which is what exactly what we did. While we were out to dinner I got a call
from a number that looked familiar, but wasn't one of my contacts in my
phone.

"Hi, this is Tim," I answered.

"Hi Tim, this is Miles."

I felt a surge in my dick at Miles voice. Maybe he was calling already to
arrange a time to try what we had done on cam, for real.

"I talked with Coach Sturgess and he wants to know if Niki and Mislav want
to practice with us tomorrow and Thursday?"

I was a little let down that it wasn't about the other thing, but excited
that the Croatian boys were going to get to see what Serra Island water
polo was like and as importantly that Randy Sturgess was going to get a
look at them. Serra Island was one of the top water polo programs in
Southern California and had placed a lot of players on the rosters of major
four year universities and even on the U.S. Men's National Team.

"That's great Miles, I am sure the boys will be excited. What time should I
get them to the pool?"

"We start the actual practice at 4PM, but we usually get in the water at
3:30 or so to warm up."

"Great, we'll see you then."

"Oh and Tim," he said, "I haven't forgotten the other stuff too."

There was the surge again.

"I haven't either Miles, I am ready whenever you are comfortable."

Nikola and Mislav were excited when I told them the news that the Serra
Island water polo coach was inviting them to workouts the next two days. It
was hard not to reflect how alike these Croatian teen boys were to the
Serra Island teen boys. They all loved pizza, movies, video games and were
water rats. Their lives, wants and hopes were very similar. In a time not
long ago our countries were on opposite sides of the Cold War and always
just a mistake away from a third world war.

The next afternoon I drove the boys down to the pool at Serra Island High
School. They were impressed by the facilities, especially the 50 meter pool
and the 25 yard instructional pool. The big pool was set up for a 30 meter
water polo course with floating goals. A bunch of boys were stretching on
the deck. When Clay saw us he came over and took charge of Nikola and
Mislav, walking them over to where the boys were stretching.

"Tim, did you bring your checkbook?"

I turned around at the voice and it was a grinning Coach Sturgess.

"I'm insulted Randy, you know I am smarter than that," I bantered back. "Do
you really need some help though?"

Randy shrugged, "always, but I can't really complain the parents here
support us rather well."

I nodded, I knew that even in a wealthy community like Serra Island raising
funds needed to run the club programs was never easy.

"I'll bring you a check tomorrow and if you ever want to have a fund raiser
like I did for the sports foundation I am more than happy to host."

"Thanks, I appreciate that and I may take you up on that at the start of
summer. I hear the party was a big success."

"Yeah Andy McCarty said he raised $100,000 that night. I hope water polo
got its fair share."

"We did, but that was for the high school program, as you know club is a
whole other animal. I have 120 boys, ages 10 to 18 and almost 100 girls the
same ages. It takes a lot to pay those coaches, tournament fees and travel
expenses."

We chatted some more about water polo in general and then the boys I'd
brought specifically. I gave Randy their background and he was really
interested to hear that they each had relatives who played at Division 1
schools. He actually knew Maro, who is Mislav's cousin and had played at
UCLA. Randy excused himself after a few more minutes of chat to get the
practice going.

Mislav and Nikola seemed to be having a lot of fun and doing well as they
got into scrimmaging. I was so intent on watching the action that I hadn't
noticed the person next to me until they slid so close they were almost
touching me. I glanced over to a grinning Julien.

"Does ya mind bro," I said to him in some kind of weird accent, "you be up
in my space here."

Julien slid away a bit and thrust his lower lip and looked on the verge of
tears.

"Dude, I'm just kidding, slide back over here."

Once safely next to me with my arm around him reassuringly, Julien chimed
in.

"I knew you were kidding, boy are you easy!"

I squinted one eye at him, "so I'm told. Are you here for practice?"

"Yeah, we go after these guys so I have to stretch and warm-up. I just
wanted to say hi."

After a pause he continued, "and see when we can start our book club."

"So it is a book club now, eh? Not just book talk? We can start after my
Croatian guests leave whenever you have time."

"Cool," was the response and he was off to join his teammates from the 14
and under team who were starting to gather.

The boys in the pool scrimmaged for another 20 minutes or so before Randy
blew his whistle and told the boys to do a 1500 meter cool down. As soon as
they got started Randy joined me again.

"I don't suppose those boys would like to play for Serra Island permanently
would they?"

"I was hoping you might get that idea. Yeah, I think they might. They are
close friends, but only see each other on vacations. I think the chance to
play together, get noticed by American colleges and live in Serra Island
might just appeal to them. Let me talk to them when they are done, I'll
make some phone calls and when we come back tomorrow we can chat some
more."

Miles and Clay came over with the boys after they had finished the cool
down swim to say hi to me. After a bit of conversation Miles and Clay said
their goodbyes and the boys and I headed back to my place. They gabbed the
whole way back about how much fun they'd had and how different it was from
their team practices back home. I didn't present Randy's idea right away, I
figured we could discuss it at dinner.

Back at my house, the boys showered and changed into some decent clothing
and we headed to one of my favorite seafood restaurants on the island. It
was on the bay and had a great view of the downtown across the way. The
boys continued their enthusiasm for the great time they had had playing
water polo with the Serra Island boys. Now was the time I figured.

"What if you could do it all the time?"

"What do you mean Tim?" Niki asked.

"I mean, what if next fall you two guys were living on Serra Island, going
to high school here and playing water polo?"

Niki lit up immediately, but Mislav seemed less believing.

"Do you think that is possible? Would they want us? Will our parents let
us?"

"The Serra Island coach already asked me if I thought you two would like to
play here in the fall and while you two were taking a very, VERY long
shower I called Maro and Ivan and ran the idea past them."

Both boys blushed deeply at the reference to the long shower, but I am not
sure why since we all knew each other pretty well by then.

"And?" Mislav enquired.

"Both Ivan and Maro think it is a great idea and not only do they think
your parents would both agree, but they have agreed to help talk to them...
That is assuming you guys actually want to move here and play here."

Mislav and Nikola looked at each other and it looked like there was a
silent agreement between them. It was Nikola who spoke up.

"I think we would very much like to do that for a lot of reasons. Would we
live with you?"

"You could, but I think Coach Sturgess would find a host family for each of
you, meaning you wouldn't live together, but obviously you'd see each other
every day."

Now it was Mislav who spoke, nodding as he did.

"Yes, we would like to move here; to Serra Island and to America. Niki and
I have talked already about how much more comfortable we feel here with...
you know."

"Yeah, I know. It is easier to be gay here, but I don't know if I would
open up about that right away. There are still small minds around. Once you
have made friends of these guys and friends at school and they know you,
well maybe then you could be more open if you wanted. Or not"

"We understand," Nikola said, "Clay kind of prepped us before the practice
that not everyone was as `open minded' as him and Miles, as he put it."

"Good, so let's talk to coach tomorrow and you guys can call and talk to
Ivan and Maro tonight after dinner."

We had a great dinner and the boys positively were glowing throughout the
meal. I think they might have even been holding hands underneath the white
table cloth. We got back to my house and the boys called their cousins to
discuss strategies for talking to their parents. They both seemed even
happier after the call.

"Do you know what it will mean to us Tim, not just the chance for Niki and
I to have a real relationship, but to get an American education and go on
to American university? It will change our lives. I think we are glad now
you caught us in your pool"

"I do Mislav," I said sincerely. A degree from a U.S. university would open
many more opportunities than were available to them in Croatia.

The next day as we got to practice Randy looked over and I gave him two
thumbs up. A huge smile broke out on his face and he gave me a thumbs up
too. Once the boys were into their warm up swim Randy came over.

"So they liked the idea?"

"Yeah, not only them, but the boys and I talked to Maro and Ivan as well
and they loved the idea too. Now we just have to convince the parents, but
Maro and Ivan seemed confident that both parents would agree. An American
education is something that is coveted in Croatia."

"I did some work on my end too," Randy told me, "I spoke with a couple of
parents and I have two families who would be willing to host the boys for
the next two years or more if necessary. In fact, more than willing, eager,
because their sons can't shut up about what good guys and good players
Nikola and Mislav are."

"That's great. I can get my parents to help out too if needed and I know a
couple of other families that the boys would be welcome in."

Randy and I hashed out a few more details before he had to go start
practice. I was reading my Wall Street Journal and paying more attention to
my surroundings than I had been yesterday so I saw Julien as he entered the
swim complex. I noted the time because it seemed early for his practice and
indeed it was. He was at least 15 minutes earlier than he had been
yesterday.

"Good afternoon Mr. Boyington, you are early today."

He blushed as he replied, "yeah, I figured I'd come early so I could talk
with you some more. I really like talking with you. `Cept it was more fun
at your house."

His impish grin made me reply in a low voice, "when we were naked you
mean?"

The low, shy giggle confirmed my suspicions.

"Yeah, but I can't think about that or I'll get a boner and you can't hide
those in Speedos."

"Yeah, I know, especially with a boner as nice as yours," popped out of my
mouth before I really thought about what I was saying.

Julien looked shocked, but not in a bad way.

"Really? You thought my boner was nice?"

I was trapped now by what I had blurted out.

"I didn't really mean it to come out like that, but I try to stay as honest
as I can, so yes, I noticed and I thought it was very nice."

"But you didn't get hard?"

"Julien, why do you think I had to change the topic? I would have if I'd
sat there any longer looking at it."

Julien was thoughtful for a moment or two.

"Does that mean you'd be willing to do stuff with me?" he asked in his own,
low voice.

"I'd like to say no because it just isn't right. You are a young guy
and..."

"I'm not a virgin you know," he interrupted me, "and I've done stuff with
older guys, even older than you, online."

"Back to the honesty... I can't say that the thought of doing stuff with
you didn't cross my mind, but thinking about it is far different than doing
it."

"I've got some older guys who want to meet me and I want to meet them... Or
at least I want someone older who is a man and can teach me stuff. Would
you rather be my "older guy" or have me go meet one of them?"

This younger generation like Mikey, Ryan, Julien, Rory and the rest knew
too much for their own good. They want what they wanted and they knew how
to get it. Whether or not it was going to be good for them long term was a
whole different matter, but they didn't have the perspective on it that age
and experience bring.

"I think you know the answer," I replied back.

"The answer is yes because you like me and you don't trust that these guys
from online won't hurt me."

"How do you know I won't hurt you?"

"Because you are a good guy. If you were a bad guy you would have already
tried to seduce me or gotten me into your bedroom, but you didn't. That and
all the guys I know who know you like you and trust you, especially with
their secrets."

I sighed, "isn't it about time for you to stretch?"

"Nice topic change," he grinned. "Soon, but before I go, is it a yes?"

I sighed again, "of course it is a yes, how can I say no when I know you
might hook up with a creep?"

He smiled in triumph, "but I really do want to talk about books with you
too," he said with sincerity.

"Me too."

And then he was off to join his teammates who were starting to gather. Oh
boy, I was trying to cut down on this and now I had two of Ryan's friends
who were looking to get together.

I went back to reading my Wall Street Journal and before I knew it, the
water polo practice was over. Miles and Clay came over again with Nikola
and Mislav, all of the boys looked happier than pigs in slop.

"My parents want to invite you, Niki and Mislav to dinner with my family
and Miles at Miguel's."

When I looked slightly puzzled Clay continued, "It's my parents and Miles'
that want the guys to stay with us when they live here."

Now it made sense. A slight, ironic grin crossed my face. Oh great, the
parents of one boy I had sex with a month ago or so and one I plan to have
sex with in the next month or so want to meet me. Neither Clay nor Miles
showed any discomfort with the notion of me meeting their parents, so I
suppose I shouldn't either, but sometimes mothers can pick up things that
other people don't.

"What time?"

"We have reservations at 6:30PM."

"Great, we have to hustle then to get home and change. We'll see you
there."

I didn't really need to change, Miguel's was a shorts and flip flops kind
of place, but the boys probably wanted to rinse off the chlorine and put on
something different. They didn't dilly dally in the shower this time, I
think they were excited about meeting their potential host families.

We got to the restaurant and I saw a long table with the McClure and
Sullivan families already seated. They looked like your typical, prosperous
Serra Island families. Both dads were in shape, tanned and good looking and
the moms were in even better shape and even better looking. There were
three younger children there too and one looked very familiar.

Introductions were made all around, Miles's parents were Miles Sr. and
Meredith and the two girls were his sisters, Kate and Callie. It turns out
Kate and Callie know Christian and Mikey respectively since they are in the
same grades and classes. Clay's parents are Ian and Susan and the boy who
looked familiar was Rhett. As I shook hands with Rhett it dawned on me that
he had been at Christian's 13th birthday party, which was why he looked
familiar.

After a few moments of shaking hands and small talk we sat down at the long
table. Susan McClure was on my left side with Niki left of her, Meredith
Sullivan was across from me with Mislav to her left. Rhett was on my right
and the dads sat on the other side of the two Croatian boys. This was going
to be a cozy dinner. I didn't know what to make of Clay's smirk when I
glanced down at him.

The evening actually went about as well as I could have hoped for. While I
got a minor grilling from both moms, Clay's mom was actually very
complimentary to me about how much Clay thought of me. Geeze, if only she
knew the half of it. Or maybe she did know half of it and was happy Clay
had someone who could help him. I don't know, it is tough to read the moms.

The dads were much easier. They were impressed I was drinking a beer, not a
margarita; they were impressed I was a successful finance guy and they were
impressed I was a national champion athlete, They didn't seem curious about
much beyond that.

As the evening started to wear down we discussed a little about the details
of the Croatian boys potential move to Serra Island and both families were
amenable to whatever we could work out with the Vrlic and Dajic
families. During the meal I'd gotten a text from Maro and he had set up a
conference call 8AM our time tomorrow with the boys families in Croatia
where it would be 5PM. They knew what the call was about and Maro had
closed the email with a smiley face so I guessed he was feeling optimistic.

I invited the Sullivans and McClures to join me at my place for the
conference call, to which they readily agreed. As the evening was breaking
up and everyone was saying goodbyes, Rhett sidled up to me, leaned in and
said in a lowered voice.

"I hope I can come to a swim party some time."

I looked into the same intense blue eyes that Clay had and it took a moment
for the meaning to dawn on me. He must know that some of the swim parties
are clothing optional. A knowing smile was on his face.

"You are welcome anytime Rhett."

"Even if Christian isn't around?"

What was he asking?

"Sure, anytime you are free, call me and we can go for a swim."

He handed me his iPhone and said, "type in your number and I'll text you so
you'll have my number."

This interaction went quickly by and no one seemed to notice anything
untoward and I am not sure anything untoward even happened, but given
recent events, nothing surprised me these days. Mislav, Niki and I were
just getting into my car when Rhett sent me the promised text.

"here is my number... and a pic of me for your contact list"

The picture was Rhett in jammers, obviously at a swim meet and like all
swimmers he wore jammers two sizes too small that left zero to the
imagination. He was a mini, or not so mini, version of Clay. The text was
followed by an emoticon smirk so I am pretty sure he knew he looked hot in
his jammers.

I was going to need to create a spreadsheet to keep track of the boys who
were circling around.

The next morning a little before 8AM a small crowd gathered in my office;
the entire Sullivan and McClure families came over, but only the parents,
Miles and Clay were in my office, the rest of the kids were set up at
various TVs to either watch movies or play games. Randy Sturgess, the coach
joined us as well in my office and Maro and Ivan were already on the
conference link.

Shortly after 8AM, the Croatian parents joined us on the link. After
introductions were made, I took the lead, explained what had been discussed
and then let the boys speak. They spoke first in Croatian and then switched
to English. The moms spoke with each other, Maro and Ivan threw in their
two cents and while both Croatian mothers were a little reluctant, they
understood the great opportunity and then hearing from the mothers who
would host them, they came to the conclusion that it was best for the boy's
future. So in less than 40 minutes it was agreed that the boys would move
to Serra Island August 1, a little more than five months from now, to
finish their last two years of high school.

School was starting at 9AM today so no one could stay long to talk more
about details, but I offered to host a barbeque on Saturday so everyone
could talk some more and get to know each other even better. I saw them all
off and headed back to my office to get some work done.

I stopped in at my bedroom to change into shorts and was surprised that my
shutters were closed because I know they had been open in the morning. I
looked around my bedroom and noticed that my laptop on my desk was also
askew from where it had been earlier this morning. I sat down and opened
it. A quick check showed that there had been a lot of pictures taken and a
video made. I was almost afraid to open it, but also incredibly curious
too.

I opened the first pic, one labeled DSC_001, and it was a picture of a
smiling Rhett McClure seated at my desk. The pictures ran through DSC_045
so I decided to jump ahead a bit and opened DSC_010. It was a picture of a
now shirtless Rhett, still smiling, standing and flexing for the cam. Oh
good Lord, where was this going? I opened DSC_020 and it was a picture of
Rhett with his back to the cam, only now he was completely naked. Despite
the fact that I should have been horrified or mad or something, all I could
do was let out a low whistle at what a beautiful ass he had.

I did a smaller jump this time, just five pics ahead to DSC_025, and it was
Rhett standing sideways to the camera with a full erection pointing up to
the ceiling. DSC_026 was him pushing his erection down level. DSC_030 was
Rhett on my bed on all fours with his terrific ass facing the camera and
him hunching a little backwards; just enough to highlight and open his
pucker a little. I wondered if that was implying anything and I think
DSC_031 answered that, which was Rhett on his back now with his hands at
his knees holding his legs to his chest and apart. I was freaking harder
than a woodpecker's lips.

I went through the remaining pics one at a time and they were all
variations of a naked, hard, alluring Rhett McClure. Where do these kids
learns these things? I guess the question is pretty rhetorical since I know
every boy over the age of ten seems to have access to limitless amounts of
any kind of porn they want and then some on the Internet.

The video was MVC_001. I was pretty sure what it was going to contain so I
stripped naked, took my laptop over to the bed and got some lube out of my
nightstand. I hit play. Obviously to make the video Rhett had taken the
laptop over to my nightstand and placed it there. He started out sitting on
the edge of my bed jerking and showing. His cock looked a lot like Clay's,
but a little shorter, maybe 5 ½", and a little thinner.

Next he got on his knees, sat back on his heels and thrust his hips up,
pushing his dick through his fist. Then he turned his backside to the
cam. He put his head on my bed and pushed his hard cock back through his
legs and jerked it. From there he progressed to fingering his hole, first
with one finger, then two and finally three. He was panting and moaning
pretty good by this time. He had been at it for over five minutes. Finally
he flopped on his back with his legs up and him continuing to bang himself
while he jacked. It was when he murmured `oh Tim' as he was shooting that I
shot too.

A grinning, satisfied looking Rhett sat up with his cum covering his chest
and stomach. Just before he shut off the cam Rhett smiled into the cam and
said, "I hope it is as good in person."

End of Chapter 21