Date: Tue, 18 Nov 2014 08:52:26 -0800
From: Matthew C <matteo_84cdm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chapter 3 Mikey & The Health Club - Adult Youth

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03 Mikey and the Health Club

By Matt Kendrick

As I pulled away from Drew's house I didn't dwell too long on our
conversation, but I started to ponder the whole day. In the light of day
with a soft dick I was starting to think that my morning with Mikey was a
bad idea that could really bite me in the ass. I didn't think Mikey himself
was going to be a huge problem, at least not right away, but what about
others? What if Mikey shifted how he acted around me, or let something
slip. What if Drew and Joey started thinking too deeply about encountering
Mikey and me?

I tried not to let it get into my head too much, but I was happy I'd gotten
all those pictures off his devices and onto servers beyond the reach of
U.S. authorities. Which reminded me I had to get home and scrub my
surveillance system hard drives.

I pulled in my back gate and parked in the garage. I was starting to really
appreciate my foresight is putting in the back gate. It was useful for
keeping nosy neighbors from knowing my comings and goings. I headed
straight to my panic room, another one of my special features in my house
that I really enjoyed. You could enter from my bedroom, the door is behind
a bookcase, or from the basement. It was a two story, steel reinforced
concrete bunker essentially. In it I had the control computers for the
house, monitors to show what the surveillance cameras saw, a bunk bed, a
gun rack fully stocked with some nasty weapons Timmy Jenkins had helped me
get, a store of food for several days, water for a week, a waterless toilet
and most importantly phone lines that were not part of my house's phone
system so a potential invader wouldn't know they existed. The room also
drew power off a different grid than the house and had sufficient backup
battery to run for several hours if that source was cut off. The lower
level part of the panic room has another bunk bed and also has access to an
exit tunnel that comes out in the pool house.

I sat at the controller of the cameras hard drive and pulled up this
morning. I clipped the time from about twenty minutes before we arrived and
twenty minutes after we arrived. I moved the clipped section to my drive in
the cloud. I'd look at it later, but I still had to recreate that missing
time. I sped through a couple of mornings and found one where nothing
happened; no squirrels ran through the shot, no neighbor cats, no blowing
leaves, nuttin'. I copied that section, inserted it back into day and
adjusted the date on the tape so it matched. The job might not fool a top
expert, but it was good enough that a top expert could say with certainty
that the tape had been tampered with.

That handled, I was actually dying to go onto Mikey's cloud drive look at
the other 11 folders of guys that he has been with, but hadn't opened. I
also wanted to see his collecetion of selfies and video chats. There were
13 `special' folders now, he of course added a new one for my pics and
videos, and when he added it I didn't think anything about it when he
titled folder `Mike'. But as I looked at the 13 folders I noticed the names
were alphabetical, A to M, starting with Adam and running through in order
until it got to Mike. I suppose the next folder would be `Nick', or some
such name. The `Adam' folder seemed to be the logical place to start so I
clicked it open and selected `extra large icons' so I could quickly scan
and preview the pictures and videos.

You could have knocked me over with a feather when I saw who `Adam' was. It
was Drew, who I had just dropped off. The pictures started with him fully
dressed and then progressively moved until he was completely naked and by
the time he was completely naked his cock was completely hard. It was cute,
probably 5¼ inches, uncut and under a sparse patch of black pubic
hairs. There was a similar series of pictures of Mikey going from dressed
to undressed and then the action pictures started. They started with Mikey
sucking on Drew's dick, Drew returning the favor, some pics of them 69ing
and videos too. There was one video that was them stripping, Mikey must
have had his MacBook taking video while he snapped pics with his iPad.

My dick was so hard I was afraid the skin might split. The picture that got
me the most was the one of Drew on his back with him holding his legs
behind the knees and his beautiful pink eye practically winking at me. If
the following folders were as good, I was pretty sure I wouldn't get
through half of them before I had to jerk off.

Folder `Bill' was more of the same, only it was Joey Lynch this time; Joey
who was coming over to play a game of Horse with me on Saturday. Joey had a
beautiful body and a good sized cock. It looked to be nearly as big as
mine, just not as thick yet. The picture sequence was pretty much the same
except that it looked like Mikey and Joey did a lot more mutual
masturbation before they got to trading blow jobs. The two videos were hot
as well, especially the one where Joey came all over Mikey.

The `Chris' folder took a real turn. This was clearly an adult. There were
no stripping pictures or solo shots it was just Mikey and the man jerking
each other, sucking, frotting and eventually the man cumming all over
Mikey's stomach. Mikey looked like he was in heaven. There was also a
picture of Mikey with a huge grin, posing with his face next to the man's
hard cock. There were no head shots of the man, but I suppose someone could
identify him from the pictures and videos anyway.

The next folder, `David', jumped in the complete opposite direction. I knew
this guy too, I'd seen him at the club often. It was Ryan Leavey, a
classmate of Mikey's at Serra Middle School. After the stripping series of
pictures Mikey and Ryan made out a bit for the next bunch of pictures and
there were only a few of them jerking or sucking each other. There were
some nice videos too though.

I didn't know the guy in the `Eric' folder, but I'd guess him to be another
SMS student probably 13 or so because he had a small patch of pubes and an
average sized dick for a guy that age. There were some hot pictures in
provocative poses, like `Eric' in doggy position from behind, ready to
receive and then shot from the front, ready to give. I'd come back to those
and the videos later.

The `Frank' folder was the one that Mikey had showed me already and again,
it was a man who looked to be a good bit older than me, 40 years old at
least I'd guess. He was pretty hairy and Mikey seemed to love playing with
his chest hair. He also had a pretty huge cock, it had to be at least 8",
but Mikey didn't seem to have any problem swallowing and sucking it. One
thing I hadn't noticed before was the tattoo in his crotch, it was a Colt
.45 pistol. That would make him pretty easy to identify, should the issue
ever come up.

Folders `Gary' and `Howard' I knew only because I'd seen them at the club
playing basketball with Joey and at Starbucks every so often. I think
`Gary's' name is Seamus and `Howard's' is Travis. I've noticed Travis in
the locker room and sauna area because he is tall, well built and has a
very nice dick that I wondered what it looked like hard. I wondered no
more. He was at least 7½ inches and Mikey swallowed it with no
problem. The pictures of Mikey and Travis were cool, but the video was
incredible. Mikey was in complete control of Travis; they were macking and
frotting. Mikey was humping away on Travis's big dick and caused him to
blow all over himself. Travis was gushing sweet nothings in Mikey's ear.

Seamus was shyer with Mikey, but no less enthusiastic once he got going. I
was going to have to pay more attention when I saw him in the club. His
cock was nowhere near as big as Travis's, not even as big as mine, maybe 6½
inches, which is still pretty big and it was a great looking dick. I
wondered if this thing with Mikey was a one off or was Seamus gay or bi?
Mickey sure had a knack for getting boys into bed. I hated to think how he
was going to be when he hit puberty in full stride.

I didn't know the guys in the `Ian' or `Jack' folder at all, they didn't
even look familiar from the club, but they both looked young, 12 or 13, so
maybe I just never noticed them since it really isn't (or wasn't, or maybe
still isn't, Mikey has my head all messed up) an age range I've looked
before. Both of the guys had light dustings of pubic hair and were shooting
real bullets. They were cute, but I didn't see myself hooking up with them
unless they pulled a Mikey on me and pursued me.

Folder `Kory' shocked me as much as Folder Adam, not quite as much who it
was, I think I was beyond that shock by now, but what I saw. `Kory' was
Matt Phillips. Last year he placed in state, 4th in the 105 pound weight
class, and was going to be a favorite at 112s in the coming season. He also
just placed second at the Cadet national championships in freestyle and was
the national champion in Greco-Roman.

But you are following this right? Matt weighs around 110, 115 pounds or so,
is all of 5'6" tall and has a cock nearly that high. It is easily an 8 inch
cock and has good thickness. I mean this is no pencil 8 inches; it is a
legit, man sized, porno star 8 inches. If Matt weighs 110 right now, 30
pounds of that has to be dick. My gawd. But Mikey sucks that 8 incher like
there is nothing to it and Matt is very enthusiastic when he sucks Mikey
back, but is also very tender when they kiss. Now was when I had to jack
off.

The last folder before mine was `Louis'. I knew `Louis' too, not well, but
we'd met a couple of times at events in town. It was Ethan Houston, a cross
country and track star from the high school and he was also Junior Class
President. He was slender, but not skinny and has a gorgeous 7 inch cock
that has a slight bend to the left, but it is cute, not distracting. He
seems pretty shy as he is doing the strip pictures for Mikey, but when they
get down to business Ethan looks like he is really enjoying himself and
really liking Mikey.

I checked the last folder, the `Mike' one that was mine. I wanted to be
sure that there were not any photos or videos that would clearly identify
me. I checked them all and since I don't have any tattoos, moles or any
other identifiable marks that you can see, so I am okay with the pictures
and videos that Mikey has.

Now I contemplate my new found knowledge. Mikey has been paying attention
to his surrounding and fulfilling his hormonally charged desires. Because
Mikey has had sex with all those guys, does that mean they are gay? Are
they bi? Or mostly just fellow horny teens? I may not remember the exact
details if when my first pube sprang or how big I was a 12 and 13, but I do
remember being horny 24/7. I remember I liked girls, or thought I did, but
it turns out that was horniness too. Is a guy like Drew straight and just
acting out because it feels good or is he gay? How do I find out? How do I
find out with all these guys? Or at least with the six high schools guys
who intrigue me.

The middle school guys are cute and it is fun watching them get off with
Mikey, but I wouldn't pursue any of them. The scary thing is while I
wouldn't pursue any of them, if `Jack' or `Eric' hit on me at the club, I
am not sure I'd say no. I don't think Mikey is typical of guys his age, but
the more I see on the Internet, the more I become convinced that he is not
alone today, not by a long shot. 12 year old straight and gay boys are
exchanging naked selfies with other 12 year olds and with anyone who'll
watch them on cam.

With that done, I get some actual work done, calling clients in Seoul and
Tokyo, answering emails and submitting some preliminary proposals to some
clients in Europe. In the mergers & acquisitions world you never know which
deals are going to go so you have to have a pipeline full of possible
deals. Like I said, I've been the #1 M&A world two of the last three years,
but the most number of deals I've had has been four, which is why people
who don't work in that world think you aren't working at all.

They think you do one deal and then take off four months. Nothing could be
further from the truth, not only do you work all the time, but you have to
be ready to do a deal on Geneva time and then on Tokyo time. You might put
in an 18 hour day when all is said and done. But I'll admit that the
rewards are outrageous. I am incredibly overpaid, but I am not going to
turn the money down. I didn't invent the game, I just perfected it. I
already have three deals closed this year for a total of $3.97 billion and
I have two more deals that should close for another $2.21 billion. The
deals I am working on now may not close for another two years, but that is
how the business goes.

I am so absorbed in my work that until my computer started buzzing at
9:07PM I didn't even realize it had gotten dark and I missed fixing
dinner. It was my FaceTime program, which meant it was probably Mikey. I
hit the answer button.

"Hey Mikey," I said as his face appeared on the screen.

"Hey to you too. I thought you were going to call me at 9?"

"Yeah, sorry about that. I am glad you called. I've been so absorbed in
work I forgot to fix dinner and I probably would have worked until midnight
if you hadn't called."

"So you are glad I called?" he seemed uncertain.

"I am stoked you called," I reassured him.

That seemed to relax him, "Whew, I was worried you were pissed at me."

"Why would I be pissed at you?" now it was my turn for uncertainty.

"Well I sort of forced myself on you and made you do things you didn't
quite seem comfortable with."

"Mikey, nothing happened that I didn't want to happen. I had some
hesitancy, but that was out of concern for you. I am thinking that you know
what you want, even if I think you maybe need to slow down a bit, but my
only concerns are going to be ones for you."

"Thanks Tim, but I kind of knew that, I just wanted to be sure we were
still cool."

"We're cool. Are you going to the club tomorrow?"

"Naw, I am actually riding my bike down to the beach to meet a couple of
friends. You are welcome to join us if you want. They are going to play
volleyball and I am going to hang with them while they play."

It sounds more interesting than the club and I love playing beach
volleyball so maybe I'll stop by.

"I might stop by for a bit, what time are you guys getting there and where
are you going to be?"

"I figure we'll get there 10ish and we will be at the courts by the Hotel
Victoria."

The Hotel Victoria was a showpiece in Serra Island. It opened in 1887 and
was named after Queen Victoria who was celebrating her Golden Jubilee that
year. Over the years the hotel added a couple of modern towers, but it was
the famous, massive wooden main building that dominated the south end Serra
Island and drew tourists from the world over. The hotel had been used in
movies and TV shows, presidents and kings had stayed there including
Victoria's own great grandson, Edward VIII, albeit after he abdicated. Much
of life in Serra Island was tied to the hotel. The main dining room was
where you had special dinners like major birthdays and anniversaries, the
banquet rooms hosted endless generations of Serrans at awards banquets for
sports, clubs and organization, a wedding in the grand ballroom was
considered the ultimate and belonging to the Victorian Club, a club that
let you use the hotels facilities was something you did to impress your
friends.

"Okay, if I have free time I'll swing by."

I was lying through my teeth. I'd be there for sure, I was excited about
going and the hardest part was going to stay away long enough to not look
overly anxious. I was dying to see who my sexual Pied Piper was hanging out
with.

"Cool, I hope you make it," Mikey was playing it cool, but I suspected he
knew I'd be there. "I'm beat Tim, I had a good workout today," a sly grin
crossed his face, "so I hitting the sack, I just wanted to be sure we were
cool still."

"We are totally cool Mikey, I hope to see you tomorrow, g'night."

I was dressed and ready to go by 8:30AM and I knew I'd never be able just
sit around trying to figure out the right time to leave so I decided to
drive down to the Hotel Victoria even though it was less than a mile down
Ocean Ave from my house. I could have valeted the car, that is one of the
privileges of belonging to the Victorian Club (yes, of course I belong),
but I wanted to self park so I could park in the lot closest to the
volleyball courts. I grabbed my Wall Street Journal and Financial Times and
headed to Tidewater, the casual dining room.

"Good morning Mr. Gallagher, joining us for breakfast?" the host asked me
formally.

"Why yes my fine young man, I think I shall," was my stilted reply.

The host laughed at my language, "how have you been Tim?"

"Great Randy, how are you and your folks?"

My family had known Randy's family for ages. That was another part of the
Hotel Victoria's importance in the community; it had provided jobs for
generations of Serrans. These days it was more of a first job place for
Serra Island teens and college kids since the island had become a wealthy
community, but you could bet that the valets, bell hops and lifeguards were
all going to be locals. The more mundane jobs of housekeepers, busboys,
maintenance and the like went to residents Empire Beach, the community
south of Serra Island that was attached by a long isthmus. It was a poorer
community, largely full of recent Mexican and Asian immigrants and where
Serra Islanders got their nannies, housekeepers and gardeners from.

Randy and I chatted about how college was going for him and family small
talk while he took me to a table outside on the broad porch that overlooked
the pool area and ultimately the beach. It was an ideal spot because I
could see the volleyball courts from here. I could see when Mikey and his
crew arrived.

"We should hang out before my class and work schedules get crazy," Randy
said as he handed me the menu.

"I'd like that Randy, you have my cell number still, call me and we'll see
where we can get together."

He agreed and headed back down the porch, back to the host station. I
admired the view of his behind as he walked away. About halfway down the
porch he turned and caught me looking at him, he smiled and wiggled his
butt subtly as he continued on his way. Randy had been my first hook-up
when I moved back to Serra Island three years ago. I was on Grindr at the
Hotel Victoria hoping I'd find some out of town businessman looking for a
little fun. There were about ten to choose from but the first one that
appealed to me was a killer body shot, no face. I clicked on the profile
and it said the user was 18. No wonder the body was hot. I figured it was
some lonely gay kid on vacation with his parents.

I texted the profile and he texted me back saying he worked at the hotel,
but got off work in 45 minutes if I wanted to wait. I decided that body was
worth a 45 minute wait, texted back `ok' and agreed to meet him on the sun
porch. I told him I'd be in a Stanford hat and reading the Wall Street
Journal. I was reading my WSJ when I heard `hey Tim'. I looked up and it
was Randy.

"Hey Randy, what are you up to?"

He smiled, "ummm, you texted me."

"I didn't..." and then it dawned on me that Randy was the 18 year old body
and profile.

"Well this is awkward," I grumbled.

"Not for me," Randy grinned. "I knew it was you Tim because you have your
face in your Grindr profile. I can't use my face yet. If I was
uncomfortable, I would have blown you off. All I have planned now is
different way of blowing you off."

"Aren't you in high school still?"

"I'm a senior, 18, and as you can guess by me having Grindr and having it
on in the hotel, not a stranger to any off this. I'd really like to get
with you if you are willing."

It didn't take long to make a decision. I was horny, that body pic of Randy
was fabulous and he was right, if he was on Grindr, he was no rookie.

"Yeah, I am good."

And off we went to my apartment on the island. I could have lived with my
parents while my house was being built, but even though my parents were
fine with me being gay and even though I'd had a lot of hook ups in my
bedroom starting from when I was in Serra Middle School, I wouldn't have
been comfortable as an adult bringing hook ups to my childhood bedroom. It
would have been really uncomfortable with someone like Randy who my parents
had known since he was a baby. Anyway, Randy and I went to my apartment and
had an incredible fuck session. For a young guy Randy was a very talented
bottom.

That was the first of many hook ups with Randy. In fact he was my first
hook up in my new house. He was a freshman at the University of California
campus about twenty miles north by then and living on campus, but came home
every weekend or when he needed/wanted to. He wanted to when my house was
finally finished and all the furniture moved in. He salaciously told me he
wanted me to fuck him in every room in the house. That was 26
rooms. Obviously we didn't get all 26 rooms that first night, just three,
but over the course of the following three months we did get all 26 in.

The only room we hadn't fucked in was the panic room because no one knew it
existed. But as Randy got into volleyball season, he was the setter for the
university's mens team, our time together fizzled. Or maybe he just got
bored with me. Whatever it was we hadn't hooked up for at least a year now
probably, but it sounded like he was ready for a return engagement.

My waiter brought over a pot of coffee, knowing I was going to order it.

"Good morning Tim, do you know what you want today?"

"Good morning Felix, and yeah, I'll have the usual. I am just not real
creative."

"So an egg white cheese omelet with dry sourdough toast?"

"You got it Felix."

"I'll get that going right away Tim, did you want any juice today?"

"Good idea, how about a large orange juice."

Felix nodded and set off for the kitchen. I poured my coffee from the
ornate, Victorian coffee pot that the Hotel Victoria used for guests. It
was a nice touch, but as an expensive 5 star resort, it was those kind of
touches that charmed people. I got Felix a lot as a waiter. I wondered if
Randy was seating me deliberately in Felix's section all the time and if he
was, was there a reason? Felix was certainly easy on the eyes. He was a
slender Hispanic guy, with a beautiful face and a killer smile that exposed
dimples every time he smiled, which seemed to be a lot. I really didn't
know much about him even though he'd been serving me for a couple of years
now at my frequent breakfasts at Tidewater.

I finished my breakfast at a leisurely pace, reading both my papers and
keeping an eye on the volleyball courts. Only a couple of guys had showed
up by 9:30 so I figured they were the ones sent to hold the court until
everyone else, but I didn't think I could stay at Felix's table any longer,
the guy had a living to make so I gave him a generous tip and moved to a
lounge chair by the spa pool. That was another privilege of the Victorian
Club, using the spa pool, not even hotel guests could use the spa pool
unless they were getting a spa treatment. Nathan one of the pool attendants
came over and asked if I needed a drink. I didn't really, but I ordered a
lemonade anyway so I could tip Nathan when I left. He was another looker, a
really cute Asian guy I figured was a mix of Chinese and something
else. The Hotel Victoria seemed to only hire great looking, fit people. If
they had ugly employees they must have been hiding them behind the scenes.

By 10:30AM there looked to be seven or eight people at court #6, which was
where they were gathering so I closed out my account with Nathan, gave him
a hefty tip too and headed down to the court, stopping by my car first to
get my beach chair, towel and backpack. As I got closer to the court, my
dick did another one of those involuntary leaps. Besides Mikey at the court
were Drew and Joey from yesterday, `Jack', whose real name I didn't know
yet, Seamus, Travis and a guy I didn't know and wasn't in Mikey's Hall of
Fame.

"Hey gang, can an old guy crash this teeny bop game?"

A chorus of `Tim' rang out from the guys who knew me, the rest of the guys
introduced themselves, including Seamus and Travis, even though we
acknowledged we sort of knew each other from the club. `Jack's' name turns
out to be Zac and the guy I don't know at all introduces himself as Jake,
but he doesn't get out of his beach chair as his ankle is wrapped in an Ace
Wrap. They haven't started any games yet, they've just been peppering.

"Want to play with me Tim," Travis asks.

Oh Travis, you have no idea how badly I want to play with you.

When I ask, "what position?" I am hoping against hope he answers `top', but
even if he got my double entendre I am sure he wouldn't say top and indeed
he answers, `left, is that okay?'

"Yeah, I am pretty versatile, I can play right," more double entendre, but
not over the top.

After a quick warm-up for me, we take the court against Seamus and Joey. I
figure we'll blow the shorter duo off the court, but instead it is a tight
game. They dig and chase down every ball we hit and it is a tight game all
the way through. I am playing okay, but I am incredibly distracted by the
fact that I have seen all three of these guys naked and having sex. On top
of that they look amazingly sexy in their board shorts with their v-cuts
leading down to the promised land and none of the boys is wearing
underwear, which I don't find too unusual, no one in my days as a teen on
Serra Beach wore underwear under their board shorts. Guys with underwear on
under their suits were immediately branded as tourists or inlanders. It was
nice to see some things hadn't changed.

Travis and I won the tight game, 15-11. Normally we'd stay on and face the
next challengers, but the shorter guys wanted to play a game so Travis and
I sat down and let Zac, Mikey, Drew and a partner named Hunter, who Drew
had snagged from another court play before the beach got too busy. Hunter
looked like a fellow Irishman. He had light red hair, bleached from the sun
and soft hazel eyes. He was quite a looker. Mikey and Zac scrambled and dug
and fought hard, but they really weren't any match for the older pair of
Hunter and Drew. But it took awhile so it gave Travis and I a chance to
have our first real conversation.

I found out Travis was going to be a senior at Serra High School when
school started in a month or so, besides basketball he also played
volleyball and wanted to go to either the local UC to play volleyball or
maybe the Catholic university in the metro area across the bay from Serra
Island. The rest of the conversation was just basic getting to know you
stuff, but it turns out that Travis already knew a good deal about me. I
guess that goes with living in a small town, Serra Island only has 22,000
or so full time residents that swells to maybe 30,000 when you include the
summer people. Besides having been a sports star and other accomplishments
at Serra High that got my name on various plaques, there was the added
notoriety that came to me from the articles about my business successes. I
just didn't figure that a high school kid would have read those business
articles.

As the younger guys came off the court, Travis and I stepped back on, but
now we had challengers, not from our group. The way it worked on the public
courts when all the courts were busy was you couldn't turn down a
challenge. Courts #1 & #2 was where the top players, the AAA and AA men,
played; Courts #3 and #4 were the same thing for the women. Court #5 was
the unofficial `old' people's court where the 50+ crowd played and anyone
too far under that age was encouraged to challenge at a different court,
which brought them to Court #6, so these guys were probably legitimate B
players who had no chance on the A+ courts. Travis and I were in for a
battle.

As it turned out, when I focused and didn't dwell on the cuteness of the
guys on the court Travis and I were a pretty good team. We dispatched the
first challenge team 15-8, the next one 15-11 and this last game had been
harder, we had to go all the way to 18-16 to beat them and my ass was
starting to drag. I was in great gym shape, but it had been a while since
I'd played beach volleyball. I wasn't sure I'd be able to help Travis win
this next challenge game if the guys were any good.

"What's up Squirt," a voice said behind us.

"Randy!" Travis exclaimed, "I haven't seen you for AGES and in case you
haven't noticed, I am not much of a squirt anymore."

Travis and Randy exchanged that bro hug, which is where you hug a guy, but
you have a clasped handshake up around the chest so there isn't too much
hugging going on. I guess I should have known that Randy and Travis would
know each other since they had to have been in school together at Serra
High and Randy was probably a varsity star when Travis was on the Frosh
team.

"Oh I've noticed Squirt, you are nearly a man all growed," Randy grinned.

Travis blushed and said, "thanks."

This was a perfect out for me.

"Randy, I am sucking wind here. Why don't you play with Travis so he can
win this next game?"

Travis was totally excited by that prospect, since Randy was a solid AA
player, but I also wondered if it was more than that. Randy played it
cooler, but agreed. I was relieved because I knew I was going to feeling
this activity tomorrow. It would also give me a chance to chat up the other
guys who were there that I really hadn't had a chance to talk to that
much. I talked to Zac, Mikey's partner a little since Mikey was chatting up
the injured Jake. It turns out that Zac plays lacrosse with Mikey, which is
one of the ways he knows him and he wrestles with Drew (and therefore horse
hung Matt too) on the Islanders Wrestling Club, but is still only going to
be an 8th grader.

Seamus comes over from his beach chair to plop down with Zac and me and it
turns out he is a basketball player and baseball player at Serra.

"Joey says you have a pretty sweet half court in your backyard, with lights
and everything."

"Yeah, it is a nice little court, but I haven't used it as much as I
intended when I built it."

Seamus bit his lower lip, "maybe Joey and me could come over and play
sometime."

"Joey and `I'," I corrected.

"Oh no, you live there so I figured you'd be playing already,"

"No, I meant..." I started, but then I saw Seamus' impish grin. "You're
jerking me, aren't you?"

"Just a little tug," Seamus shyly replied, "my mom's an English teacher at
SMS so I love seeing who will fall for that. Sorry."

"Don't be, it was cute; and yes, you guys are welcome to come over and
play, that court needs a lot more usage."

Travis and Randy ruled the court for three more games and the guys at the
court had started to peel off and head for home as it was late in the
afternoon. Mikey took off earlier than I thought he might. We really hadn't
had a chance to talk much, but then I am not sure what we could have said
with so many people around. I still wanted to undersell Mikey's and my
friendship. I think he took off because he was able to catch a ride with
Jake, who apparently lived close to Mikey. Travis and Randy sat down and
Travis said he was retiring as the king of the court for the day. He had a
right to be exhausted, seven wins wasn't easy.

"Tim, you aren't rated are you?" Travis asked.

"No I haven't been rated since I started working in a real job."

"I don't suppose you'd want to play with me in a B Tournament next weekend?
Jake is my regular partner and you saw his ankle is hurt. And it is at the
courts down by your house..."

He stopped, looked embarrassed and blushed, like he didn't want me to know
that he knew where I lived.

I bailed him out before that hung out there too long.

"Sure, I'd love to play with you," and this time I really did mean
volleyball. I'd had fun today.

Travis was stoked, he and I exchanged phone numbers and agreed to play
again in the coming week. He took off leaving just Randy and I at the
court.

"He's a really good kid," Randy said as Travis headed out. "It is nice to
see him blossoming like he has. He couldn't have been more than 5'7" his
freshman year, but I still saw a real competitive spark in him. I really
hope he comes to UC next year. I think he'd fit in great."

"He seems pretty cool. Today is the first time I've really had a
conversation with him; before it has just been nods at the health club or
Starbucks."

"Really? You guys seemed pretty comfortable I thought maybe...  ah never
mind," he stopped.

"What?" I was puzzled.

"It's nothing. Hey, I am just gross and hot. Can we go to your house and
jump in the pool?"

I didn't press Randy on what he was thinking and said `sure' to going to my
house. Randy had his car at the hotel too so he and I walked back together
and he followed me over to my house. Since I had age appropriate Randy with
me, I parked in the front driveway and Randy pulled in behind me. We walked
into the backyard through the garage, since it was the shortest way to the
pool. Randy took up a position on one of the couches and I went over to the
patio refrigerator and pulled a beer for myself. I showed Randy the bottle
and he nodded, so I pulled one out for him too and popped the top on
them. I handed him his beer and sat down next to him. We clinked the tops
together and took a sip.

"San Miguel, that's nice Tim."

"It is, it's a great beer, very underappreciated."

We finished our beers in silence with Randy leaning into me. After Randy
finished he stood up.

"Are the towels in the same place?"

"Yeah, nothing much has changed since you were here last."

Randy grabbed two towels and threw me one.

"You don't mind if I leave my trunks here do you? The only other dry
clothes I have are my work clothes and I really don't want to put them back
on."

I raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Well I didn't think so, but I don't know you could be dating someone. We
haven't talked for a while."

He dropped his board shorts and stood there looking hunky. My gawd, I had
forgotten what a specimen he was; 6'3", somewhere in the area of 170 to 175
pounds, a cock that was 7 inches when he was hard (but it was a waste since
he was a total bottom). He had been an inch or two shorter and a good 20
pounds lighter the first time we'd hooked up his senior year. College had
really filled him out, but I bet his waist was still a 31.

"You going to make me swim alone?" he asked.

I smiled and dropped my board shorts too and joined him walking over to the
pool and dove in just after him. We splashed around a little, getting the
sweat from the beach off and then Randy swam over and planted a kiss on
me. It started out slow and gentle, but escalated to passionate and
aggressive. I could feel Randy's cock escalating too until it was fully
hard and I'd gotten to fully hard before him. We made out and grinded our
hips together.

"Too bad you are out of rooms," Randy said breathlessly between kisses.

I pulled back from the kiss, and pushed Randy away slightly.

"What?" he was confused, wondering if he'd said something wrong.

"Funny you should mention that, come on."

I exited the pool and started to dry off, Randy followed suit, but was
clearly still confused. When I was pretty dry I threw the towel in the
towel basket and told Randy to follow me.

I took him into my bedroom, by now both our cocks had deflated to semis,
but when I popped open the bookcase to reveal the entrance to my panic
room, my cock started to re-inflate and when Randy saw it was a room, he
grinned and his cock started to re-inflate as well.

"I was just kidding Tim," Randy said.

"You mean you don't want to fuck," I was disappointed.

"Oh no I want to fuck, I for sure want to fuck, but I'd have let you fuck
me in any room. You didn't need to go a build a special room to fuck me
again."

I smiled at him, "If a new room is what it takes I'll turn my house into a
new Winchester Mystery House."

I led him into the panic room and lay down in the bottom bunk, Randy joined
me and we picked up where we left off in the pool, making out and rubbing
dicks, but Randy didn't seem to have much patience right now, he was ready
to get drilled. I wasn't that easy though, I wanted to reacquaint myself
with Randy's body so I kissed my way down his body, pausing on his nipples
enroute to his dick, that I sucked and jerked while I sucked it.

"Don't you dare make me cum you bastard unless your dick is in my ass,"
Randy panted.

I laughed at that, but I didn't intend to make him cum until I had my dick
in his ass, so the fact that he mentioned it meant maybe he was too
close. I kissed down his taint and pushed his legs up to expose his ass to
me. His hole was completely smooth, which surprised me. One of my hottest
memories of sex was the first time I tongued Randy's hole. He had this cute
pucker with three hairs around it and now there were no hairs at all.

"Shaved?" was all I said.

"Brazilian wax," he managed to get out, "now stop fucking around and start
fucking!"

I grabbed a condom and lube from a drawer underneath the bed, rolled the
condom on and started to loosen up Randy's hole. I was surprised that it
was so tight. I figured it should be pretty loose. I remember how active he
had been in middle school and high school. He had these amazing stories
about meeting businessmen online from the 8th grade on and getting fucked
in their hotel rooms at the Hotel Victoria. He told me it was one of the
major reasons he got a job there as soon as he turned 16.

But now Randy was pretty tight and it took me a little while until I was
comfortable he was ready. I told him I was ready. I placed my dick at his
entrance and as soon as I pushed a little, I felt Randy push out and then
his sphincter muscles pull my dick in. Once I felt the muscles pulling me
in I pushed too and was all the way in in nothing flat. My pubes were
tickling his ass, but I didn't think Randy was in the mood for anything
romantic or intimate. I think he wanted, no needed, an animal fuck so I
wasted no time in driving aggressively into him. I couldn't last more than
eight or nine minutes at this pace. I knew I'd would cum pretty
quickly. Other than Randy's soft moans and the occasional `oh fuck' from
him the only noise in the room was the loud thwacking sound as my pubis hit
his ass while I drove my dick deep into him and the sound my ball sac made
too and it slapped against Randy's muscular ass.

I lifted Randy's hips higher and came up off my knees to I could trying to
hit Randy's prostate in the just the right spot. I must have been hitting
it just right since Randy had a powerful orgasm without even touching
himself. Seeing him cum made me lose it and I came just after him.

I was drained and sweating like a pig. I hadn't turned on the A/C in the
panic room so it was stuffy with body heat and the smells of sex. I lay
behind Randy and tried to let my breathing slow down.

"Remind me why we stopped doing this," he wanted to know.

"I think you got busy with school and volleyball and maybe all your mens at
the Hotel Victoria or maybe you just got bored with me after the 25 rooms."

"I'll give you school and volleyball and even work, but you know, I really
don't do the random hook ups anymore. After a while it just seemed so
juvenile and it got boring, but you Tim were never boring and if this is
any indication of how things can be, I am ready to do all 25 rooms again."

We lay there in the afterglow of sex and a question popped into my head.

"What were you going to say about Travis earlier?"

"Oh nothing," he said vaguely.

"Dude, this is me, out with it."

"Okay, so here's the deal. When Travis was a freshman and I got to know him
through volleyball he started to follow me around like a love sick
puppy. Eventually he told me he wanted me to fuck him and I didn't. I
figured he was just a horny 14 year old and didn't really know what he
wanted. Of course I had conveniently forgotten that I was getting fucked by
30 and 40 year olds when I was 13 and 14 and never doubted I knew exactly
what I was doing."

"Anyway, so I put him off that whole year and figured he'd forget about
it. About a year later I saw him at the alumni game. After the game people
are standing around and chatting; Travis came over to me and very quietly
he said, `my parents are gone this weekend'. I stood there looking him in
the eyes and he never blinked. I just nodded, very slightly and that was
it. We were off to his house. Do you know that boy has a big dick? So over
the next two days he fucked me in his bed, he fucked me in his parents bed,
he fucked me in the shower and he fucked me in the living room. The boy was
insatiable and he was good. Really good. I just thought maybe you two were
hooking up. When he talked to you I saw something like the looks he used to
have for me."

"Wow," I said, "no, like I said we just really started talking today."

"Well if you want a good topping, I can only assume he is better now than
he was three years ago."

We lay there in silence a few minutes more, entwined.

"Are there two stories in this bunker?" Randy asked.

"Yeah," I said, not really thinking, just sort of snuggling.

"Doesn't that count as a separate room?"

My eyes snapped wide open.

End of Chapter Three