Date: Fri, 21 Nov 2014 10:01:48 -0800
From: Matthew C <matteo_84cdm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chapter 4 Mikey & The Health Club - Adult Youth

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04 Mikey and the Health Club

By Matt Kendrick

After Randy and I christened the lower part of the panic room I talked him
into spending the night, although I am not sure it took too much
persuading. He did go home to get some more clothes though and while he was
gone I ordered pizza, chicken wings and salad from De Stefano's. The
delivery boy looked vaguely familiar, or maybe it was because he looked
like half the teen boys on Serra Island, a boy with shaggy hair who looked
like a surfer. In any case he was cute so I tipped him well and flirted a
bit. I am not sure if he flirted back or if he was just nice, but it was
fun anyway.

Randy got back just as the delivery guy was leaving.

"Hey Trevor," Randy greeted him.

"Hey Randy, how are you?" the delivery guy, whose name I now knew was
Trevor, answered back.

"Man he looked happy," Randy said as he closed the door behind him, "did
you get a quickie in while I was gone? I was only gone 20 minutes."

I chuckled, "no he got a good tip...  and no it wasn't a pinkish purple
tip," I added as I saw Randy starting to open his mouth.

"You called him Trevor?"

"Yeah, didn't you recognize him?"

When I shook my head, Randy continued, "that is Travis Zahl's little
brother, Trevor Zahl. He is a year behind Travis."

"Oh... no wonder he looked so familiar. Hey, where do you want to eat
dinner on the lanai or in the dining room?"

"I want to eat it in your bed; in your bed and naked."

I smiled, "we can do that."

I took all the food into the bedroom, put it on the bed and went to the
refrigerator on the lanai since it was the closest one, and grabbed four
beers. Randy was already in bed when I got back and the clothes he was
wearing were on the floor. I handed the beers to Randy so they didn't spill
when I crawled into bed. I ripped off my clothes and crawled in bed next to
Randy. We had a great meal and a great time that night. I'd forgotten how
much I liked sleeping with someone.

Randy was working the mid shift Friday so he didn't go in until 10AM and
got the late breakfast crowd and helped set-up the transition to
lunch. Lunch at Tidewater was a big deal on Fridays. A lot of locals
started their weekend early with a late, leisurely lunch at Tidewater on
the patio. Randy said he usually cleared $200 in tips on Friday lunches.

After Randy took off I was doing a bit of work and on a whim decided to
check Mikey's drive. I was pretty sure nothing would have changed in less
than 24 hours, but I couldn't have been more wrong. There was an `N' file
now, but it wasn't Nick, it was `Noah'. I opened the file and there were
three videos and seventy-five pictures in it. I picked picture #55 to open
randomly. The first thing I noticed was two legs in the air with Mikey
fucking a guy and one of the ankles was wrapped in an ace bandage.

I swear I laughed out loud. That little slut Mikey, I smiled to myself, he
got poor Jake to drive him home and then Mikey drove him. I watched the
videos and did a slide show of all the pictures and despite having cum four
times on Thursday and once, not two hours ago, I still had to jack off
because the pics and videos were so hot. Jake had a gorgeous body, all lean
muscle, but for a guy 6'1, I was a little surprised his cock wasn't
bigger. It looked like it was no bigger than 6 inches. It was a very cute 6
inches mind you, but 6 nonetheless.

I don't know if Mikey talked Jake into letting him fuck him or if it was
Jake's idea, but Mikey was turning into a top pretty quickly. I just shook
my head and it killed me that there was no one I could share this with.

I finished up my work and headed to the health club. I was pretty stiff
from the volleyball yesterday so I figured thirty minutes on the stationary
bike and thirty more on the ellipse trainer would loosen me up and then a
nice long Jacuzzi and steam should smooth the remaining kinks out.

When I got to the club I stretched, did the aerobics training and by the
time I headed to the wet area it was around 1:30 in the afternoon, which
meant it should be pretty quiet. There were three boys in the Jacuzzi
sitting very close together and they all froze when they saw me. I smiled
and wondered what was happening under the water. I climbed into the Jacuzzi
and went to the wall opposite them, it was the narrowest part of the
Jacuzzi.

"Good afternoon, Michael," I nodded to Mikey and the boy next to him,
"Ryan."

They sheepishly returned my greeting. The guy on the other side of Mikey
was Folder `Eric'. I introduced myself to `Eric'.

"I don't think we've met," I said, reaching my hand out to him, "I'm Tim."

He smiled back at me, almost defiantly, "I'm Nolan," and he shook my hand
in a very firm, adult manner.

I submerged my body all the way up to my chin in the Jacuzzi, which meant
my feet could reach the bench where the three boys were sitting. I propped
myself against the wall behind me by pushing off the wall the boys were
sitting against.

"So what are you boys up to today?"

Mikey had recovered enough to answer, "we played some racquetball, shot
some hoops and we may swim after this or even head to the beach. You?"

"I did some aerobic stuff on the machines and now I am just going to
Jacuzzi and steam, I am really stiff from the beach yesterday. I am hoping
getting my circulation going will keep the soreness away tomorrow."

We chatted about little things, the boys seemed to have relaxed and
whatever was going on earlier probably wasn't now. As we talked someone
discovered my feet and legs and was rubbing their foot against my leg. I
assumed it was Mikey, but when Mikey got out of the Jacuzzi to get a drink
of water from the drinking fountain and the foot was still rubbing my leg,
I knew it had to be Nolan, Ryan wasn't close enough or have legs long
enough.

The foot that was rubbing my leg was getting higher and higher on my
leg. As I didn't react negatively or move away, Nolan got bolder and bolder
until I knew that his next move was going to bring his foot into contact
with my balls and from there, a short trip up to my dick, which by this
time was rip roaring hard. And there it was, I could tell that he
recognized he had encountered my balls and cock because he had such a grin
on his face. He'd be a rotten poker player.

I know I should move away, but damn it, if what he is doing doesn't feel
great, I don't know what does. If I let myself get lost in it, I could
easily blow a load, but since I don't want that to happen I won't let it. I
can't tell for sure, but it looks like Ryan, Mikey and Nolan have gone back
to whatever was happening before I got in the Jacuzzi because I can see
their shoulders moving.

Two other men enter the wet area and as Nolan is distracted, this is a
great time to make my escape. I get up and Nolan looks extremely
disappointed, but I wink at him and he gets his grin back. I head down to
the waterfall at the far end of the Jacuzzi so I can get away from my
oversexed friends and let my winky get back to normal. I think the boys
have decided the wet area is getting too crowded too as they split
apart. Mikey walked by me and copped a quick feel. Even though it made me
smile, I needed to talk with him and remind him how discrete we need to be.

The next day, Saturday, I was up early in the morning running some
errands. I didn't figure I'd hear from Joey before 11AM so I was surprised
when I got a call from him just after 9AM.

"Hey Tim, you ready to owe me a lunch?" was his cheerful greeting.

"Yeah, what time do you want to come over?"

"Twenty minutes or so? I still need to shower and do some stuff."

"Sure, works for me. I guess I'll see you at 9:30 or so? I'll leave the
back gate open a little bit for you. I am out on errands right now so if
you beat me there, just go ahead and make yourself comfortable."

He agreed and we hung up. I immediately went to one of my apps and opened
it. It let me see my back gate (actually I could dial up any of the cams in
my house) and a second app let me open the back gate remotely. I opened it
just enough to let Joey on his bike through. I also activate my security
app, which I seldom used, but it would message me any time a camera picked
up activity. I didn't use it a lot because when I first started using it I
got a lot of alarms that turned out to be neighborhood cats, raccoons,
opossums and a variety of other local creatures.

I was finishing my last errand when I got an alarm message. I clicked
`read' and it took me to the back gate camera that showed Joey coming
through the gap on his bike. I got a second alarm text as he came in range
of the next cam and a third text when he hit the patio/lanai area. Well it
was nice to know the app worked well, but it was a bit of a pain since
every camera alarmed separately. I closed all the texts and closed the
app. Since Joey was there now I wasn't as worried about the back gate being
open.

I pulled in the back entrance 10 minutes later and Joey was on the court,
shirtless, in board shorts and warming up. Dang he was fine looking. He
waved as I parked the car. I waved back, but there was something nagging in
my brain that I couldn't quite formulate what it was.

"I see you got in okay."

"Yeah, thanks for leaving the back gate open."

We chatted a bit more as I warmed up and we discussed the ground rules of
the Horse game. Rule #1 was `real' basketball shots only, meaning no
`hopping on one leg, patting your stomach while you shoot with your left
hand' shots. After that there weren't really any other rules.

When I thought I was warmed up we started the game. I let Joey go first. He
tested my basic skills early, off hand lay-ups, free throws and general
perimeter shooting. When I proved I could hit the basics Joey moved out to
the 3 point line and missed his first shot. This was my first opening. I
could have done a different shot, but I went to where he had been and
drained the shot, nothing but net. Joey went back to the spot, missed and
picked up an "H", the first letter either of us had gotten.

"What is this 3 point line? WNBA?" he asked.

"Close, it is the international, FIBA, 3 point line; 22 feet, 1 inch."

I drained another 3 pointer from the opposite side, but Joey seemed to have
adjusted his mind, because he nailed it too. I missed my next shot and Joey
went to the top of the key outside the 3 point line and nailed it. I missed
for my "H". Sensing weakness Joey went back to the same shot and three
shots later I was already at "H-o-r" before I got back on track. He found a
new spot to try and throw me off. It worked because I missed and now was at
"H-o-r-s", one miss away from lunch. He kept firing and I hung with him. On
his next miss I went back to the side 3 point area where he'd missed from
before and got him to "H-o-r" before I missed. I was one shot away from
losing, but he was one shot away from being tied with me. Joey, little
bee-atch that he was, went back to the top of the key and buried a 3
pointer. I clanked the shot off the front of the rim and Joey did a goofy,
exaggerated victory dance.

"Ah, it's easy when no one is playing defense," I complained in mock
disgust. "Double or nothing on 1 on 1 to 7, win by 1, make and take."

"You're on old man," he grinned at me. "I'll even give you first outs."

Joey and I were pretty evenly matched in height. I was 5'11" and Joey was
just a shade under that, but I had a good 30 pounds on him so I figured I
could use that to back him down inside if my outside shots weren't
dropping. I hit my first two shots from the outside for a 2-0 lead and then
I got cute and tried to drive past him, but he had quick hands and took it
away. He had cleared the ball and launched a 3 pointer (which counts as 2
points in street ball) to tie the score at 2-2. He hit another quick long
ball for a 4-2 lead. We played fairly even for a couple of minutes, I
managed to get one point back so it was 4-3 now, but then Joey buried
another long shot to go up 6-3, game point. I had to shut him down and
start scoring or the game was over.

I did manage enough defense to get the ball back and I decided now was the
time for my power ball play. I backed Joey down the lane and hit a short
hook shot to bring the score to 6-4. He had played pretty loose defense on
that power play so I went back to it. He played a bit tighter defense, but
he hadn't laid his body on me as I expected he might so I backed down again
and instead of a hook, I faked the hook one way and underhand scooped the
opposite side for a 6-5 score.

When I tried my power play for a third time I was met by Joey with a solid
body check, which wasn't surprising, what was surprising was that his dick
felt hard as he pressed his hips into me. Maybe that was why he'd been
playing loosey goosey defense before, but now the competitive urge to win
overcame his embarrassment over an erection. But in any case it worked
because with his body firmly on me I couldn't get a good shot off and he
grabbed the rebound. I was sure he'd go back to his sweet spot at the top
of the key and nail that shot to end the game. Instead he mimicked my
strategy of the power game and started to back me down the lane. I had
reacted slightly to feeling Joey's boner on my ass so when he backed into
my hips he could definitely feel my dick on him.

Instead of continuing to back me down the lane he stopped about halfway,
yo-yoed the ball and ground his ass back into me and I didn't get the idea
it was trying to create space, I think he liked the feel of my hardening
dick on his ass. When he stopped his dribble to just pivot I was convinced
his mind was no longer on basketball. He and I were both breathing heavily,
sweating in the August sun and I had my hand on his back as well as my hips
crushed into him as he protected the ball, leaning forward away from me. We
stayed in that position no more than 20 or 30 seconds, but it felt like
hours. I think we both knew this was about more than basketball at this
point, but since we couldn't stay in this position forever, Joey threw a
wild ass shot towards the basket. I swear he looked disappointed when it
banked off the board and dropped through the hoop to give him a 7-5
win. There was no goofy victory dance this time.

"Hunh, I guess you owe me two lunches," was all he said.

"I do," I grinned, "but it was worth it."

I knew he got the inference because he blushed and unconsciously adjusted
his erection up, but there was a distinct wet spot on his board shorts were
his dick had been.

"What do you want to drink," I asked him to change the topic and to give
him a chance to readjust himself further if he needed when I left to get
the drinks.

"Powerade or Gatorade would be awesome if you have them," he looked
relieved at the change of topic.

When I returned with the drinks he was sitting on one of the couches in the
covered lanai area. I flipped on the ceiling fans and joined him on the
couch, handing him a 24 oz Gatorade, which he downed in one motion and
about four gulps. We sat there silently for a few minutes. I was dying to
know what was running through Joey's head. He of course had no idea I'd
seen the pictures and videos of him and Mikey. He finally broke the
silence.

"Tim, you are gay, right?"

I smiled wearily, "Does everyone in this town know?"

Joey shrugged, "I dunno, there aren't too many two time NCAA champs who are
billionaires and built a $10 million house in town. Let's face it you are
in the Pelican (our once a week, local paper) every other issue for
something and they've mentioned before you are gay."

"I'm not a billionaire," I protested.

I was a two time NCAA champ though and the house, between buying the old
one, tearing it down and rebuilding was close to $10 million and I was
involved in a lot of local groups and events so I guess I should resolve
myself to the fact that anyone over the age of 10 who was paying attention
probably knew I was gay.

"But yes, I am gay."

Joey, blew out a breath, "how did you know you were gay? How did you feel
about it? Did you try to change?"

The questions flew out of his mouth.

"How did I know?" I repeated the question, "I just knew I suppose, or at
least I knew I liked guys, Lord knows I started early enough sucking dick."

"How old were you the first time," Joey interrupted me.

"I was in 7th grade, so 12 years old I suppose."

"How old was the other guy?"

"15, he was a sophomore in high school," I lied.

My first time the guy was my same age, but I figured a little white lie
wouldn't hurt and it might help Joey if he was feeling guilt over
Mikey. When Joey did add more questions I continued to answer the original
questions.

"At first I didn't think I was gay, I thought maybe I was bi because there
were girls I liked too and through high school I dated and even had sex
with girls. Even today if I answered completely honestly I'd say I'm not
100% gay, then most people are not 100% anything, we are complicated
beings. Was I happy about it? Well no one throws a party when they come to
the realization they are gay. As far as that goes, society has come a long
ways in the last twenty years, it still isn't perfect, but it is a heck of
a lot of easier."

"Did I try to change? Not really, in my heart of hearts I knew I liked dick
and that was never going to change. I kept my secret for as long as I
thought I needed to and as far as I know, people knowing I am gay has never
adversely effected me."

"Why do you ask, Joey," I said with a half smile.

"I... I think maybe I am gay," he answered quietly.

"And you aren't happy about it?"

"Not especially. What usually happens is I get horny, have sex with a guy
and then as soon as I cum I just want to get away as quickly as I can. I
hate myself and don't want to stay with the guy and confront my feelings."

I thought for a minute or so and Joey sat there lost in his thoughts too. I
sucked in a big breath.

"How about I propose something crazy to you," I said looking directly into
Joey's eyes.

"Okay," he answered, not knowing where this was going.

"How about I give you a blow job if you promise you'll stick around as long
as is necessary to talk about all your feelings?"

His eyes got huge, "sure," he quickly agreed.

"Think about it Joey before you say yes. I know you and I were both a
little horny earlier, but I want you to be sure you can stay afterwards and
not be overwhelmed by guilt so you feel like you have to flee. My offer is
sincere, not just some clever trick to get in your pants. I think you are
smoking hot, but there are a lot of smoking hot guys I've never had sex
with. I think you need a situation where you can confront your feelings and
talk them out."

Joey blushed first at my mention of our interactions on the basketball
courts and blushed even deeper when I said he was smoking hot.

"The answer is still sure," Joey replied, "I know I won't runaway because
we've talked about it."

His board shorts were tenting again.

"Okay, let's go in my bedroom."

I got up, Joey grabbed his backpack and followed me into my bedroom. He
dropped his backpack on my floor and joined me by the side of my bed, he
was obviously a little nervous.

"You can still back out Joey," I told him.

He shook his head so I started untying the laces on his board shirts. I
could hear his breathing quickening. When the laces were open and his
Velcro fly split open I pushed the shorts off his hips. As they fell to the
floor, he kicked them away. I crawled to the center of the bed and Joey
came after me. I pushed him flat and took his cock into my mouth.

"Wait, aren't you going to take off your shorts?" he asked.

I saw disappointment flicker over his face when I said no, but he lit up
when I continued, `but you can.'

I was wearing mesh basketball shorts and boxers and he slipped them both
off in one motion, my hard cock caught on the shorts as Joey pulled them
off so if flew back to my body and made a loud slap sound as it
landed. Joey then threw the shorts and boxers off the bed in the direction
of his shorts. He reached down and felt my erection, running his hand up
the shaft, stopping to finger the head and the pre-cum on it.

I pushed him gently back on the bed and went back to his cock. I was right,
it was about the same size as mine, around 7 inches, but not as thick, a
very nice cock nonetheless. I was thinking how nice it would be to get
fucked by it. His pubic hairs were soft and while they were thick, it was a
smallish patch. I gently pulled down on his testicles, just enough to
create a sensation in that sensitive area.

I was surprised when Joey rotated 180 degrees so he could suck me as
well. I rolled onto my back with Joey on top as we 69'd. For a guy unsure
of his sexuality Joey sure gave a fine blow job. I continued to work my
magic on Joey and after a time, maybe 15 minutes, he said quietly, `cumming
soon,' so I picked up speed and within 30 seconds I felt Joey's dick
pulsing, sending several spurts of his semen into my mouth. I continued to
lick it until he was done drizzling out white droplets. Based on what he'd
said I expected him to stop blowing me as soon as he came, but he continued
for five more minutes until I blew a full load in his mouth.

He turned 180 again and was lying beside me.

"So," I asked him, "any desire to flee right now? What are the thoughts in
your head?"

"I think you gave me a great blow job and no I don't feel like fleeing. I
am pretty sure you don't hate me and don't blame me for having sex with
you."

"Interesting," I started, "before you were worried about hating yourself,
but now you're worried about the guy you are with hating you, like you'd
forced them to have sex with you. Do you think you've forced anyone to have
sex with you?"

"No."

"Do you think you talked anyone into it, who really didn't want to do it?"

His `no' came slower this time, but it was still a no.

"Why do you think these guys did stuff with you Joey?"

"Because I am smoking hot, duh" he giggled, "no, because they are gay or bi
or curious or maybe just horny, I dunno, but I honestly think they all want
or wanted it as badly as I did when we did stuff."

"When did you start doing stuff?"

"8th grade," he answered, "there was a guy from SMS that I kept seeing at
the club and he smiled at me a lot and I smiled back. One day in the
Jacuzzi I felt his foot hitting mine. I thought maybe it was an accident,
but when he didn't move it I took a chance and put my hand casually so it
was touching his leg. He took my hand and moved it to his dick which was
totally hard. I was in fucking heaven. It got even better when he started
to feel mine. We knew we couldn't jack off fully in the Jacuzzi so we
agreed to meet the next day after school.

My dick was hard the whole time we walked from school to my house. I knew
no one would be home. We practically sprinted to my room once we were
inside. We got totally naked and jacked each other off. He could barely
shoot, but I shot a full load all over him. I hated myself like I was
raping him or something. Did I mention he was only a 6th grader? That made
me feel even worse and its been the same ever since. He and I still get
together, kinda often actually, but after I cum I just want to get away."

Joey stopped his narrative and looked at me, "what do you think is wrong
with me? Is it wrong that he is still in middle school?"

"I don't think there is a thing actually wrong with you Joey, you just need
to talk to this guy. He is probably confused as hell by what is going on,
but he obviously likes you. And you guys are what, two years apart in age?
That is nothing. You and I are 15 years apart, do you think I am awful?"

"Oh Tim, no. I totally set this thing up to hook up with you. I didn't plan
on the rest of my drama, but I kind of feel bad for misleading you."

I was puzzled, "how did you mislead me?"

"You probably thought I was just a guy who wanted to play Horse and I
planned all along to get with you one way or another. I almost pulled your
shorts down and gave you a blow job right on the court."

I laughed at that, "you should have, that would have been hot."

"I like the way it turned out and I am glad we talked. What should I do
now?"

"Fuck me."

"What!" Joey shot up to a sitting position.

"You asked me what you should do now and I told you. I think you should
fuck me."

"You'd really let me fuck you?"

"Well after we've made out for a suitable amount of time, I don't want you
to think I'm easy, but yeah and I wouldn't `let' you, I want you to. You
are `smokin' hot' after all."

He blushed and grinned all at once, but leaned in and kissed me. That was
the start of a heavy make-out session.

"Okay, I don't think you're easy," Joey panted, "where's your lube?"

"In the nightstands on either side of the bed."

Joey pulled out the lube, "do I need a condom?"

"I've tested clean and I haven't done anything unsafe, so I'd prefer no
condom, but it is up to you. I trust you."

Joey laughed, "I know I am clean so I'll skip it. This is my first time
topping though so you need to talk me through part of it."

So I slid down on the bed to right in front of him, lifted my legs and
talked him through it; how to loosen me up, how to position his dick at my
hole, how to insert it and once he was in, I told him he was in charge, the
rest was up to him. He proceeded to give me an incredible fuck for a guy
whose first time it was. I held onto his ass for part of the time because I
love feeling those muscles when they contract and relax as they pump into
me and then part of the time I was stroking his chest and tweaking his
nipples. Because he'd cum once already he was still going strong at 35
minutes, but I could see by his facial expressions he was getting closer,
so I started stroking myself.

"Let me know when you are ready so I can be there with you."

"Close now," was all he could get out.

So I sped up and 20 seconds later Joey said, `now' and then I could feel
the pulsing of his dick in me as it ejaculated its load inside. 10 seconds
later I started cumming too. Joey pumped for about 15 seconds longer, but
his cock was starting to soften. He gasped, and then collapsed on top of
me, sweaty and happy.

"Fuck, it I knew the second time was this good, I'd have stuck around
before."

"The third time is even better."

He lifted his head and smiled a goofy smile at me.

"I didn't necessarily mean us, today, I mean in general."

"But you didn't necessarily NOT mean us today either."

"Mmmm, you are too good a listener," I kissed him and he kissed back.

We lay there a few minutes more, with him on top of me and my hands
caressing his back and butt.

"So what do I do now," he asked again, lifting his head to look at me, "and
don't say `fuck me' again, I will, just don't say it."

"You need to talk to this guy you've been running out on and as hard as it
is for guys, especially young guys, talk about your feelings, just like you
and I did today, you have to. Don't be afraid to share your fears and
concerns with him, especially the age thing. I think he'll laugh in your
face over the age thing, but since you feel it, talk about it."

"It won't be easy," he said in a tone that was the verge of a whine.

"It isn't supposed to be easy, but if you think you are mature enough to
have sex, you certainly have to be mature enough to talk about sex."

"Fuck, I hate it when you are right."

"Let's go shower and discuss `the third time'."

We went into my shower and I brought a bottle of lube oil, not water based,
and taught Joey how much fun mutual masturbation in the shower is.

After the shower we went back to my bedroom, put on boxers and went out to
the lanai to relax a bit.

"Could I invite some friends over to play with you sometime?"

"Oh Joey, I can barely handle you, what would I do with more guys!"

He giggled, "I meant basketball players to use your court. You know guys
like Travis, Seamus, Jake, when he is better, guys like that. Play some 3
on 3 games."

"I knew what you meant. I have a better idea. Let's pick a Saturday in
early September and invite your fathers too. We can grill burgers, swim,
play hoops, watch college football and maybe if your fathers get to know
me, they won't think I am fucking you boys."

"Technically speaking, I am fucking you," Joey said, "but yeah I think that
is a cool idea. Parents are always nosing around what we are doing. That
would show them you are a normal, jock guy."

"Do you think you and Travis could work together on putting it together,
getting the guys and inviting the dads. I can put together an invite so it
is kind of official, we can call it a fall kick-off."

"Yeah, I'm sure he'll work with me."

"Are you ready for your first lunch?"

"Ah Tim, I was totally joking on all that stuff about buying me lunch. I
was looking for an excuse to come over."

"I want to buy you lunch anyway. Let's go to Tidewater."

"Okay, but do you mind if I ride my bike, I want to head to the beach
after."

"Yeah, no worries, park your bike at the volleyball courts and I'll meet
you at Tidewater. I'll get a table out on the porch."

Joey gave me a deep kiss and whispered `thanks' in my ear. I smiled and
watched him head out to Ocean Ave and down to the Hotel Vic. I self parked
again since it was the closest lot to Tidewater and the Spa and hustled up
to the porch. I caught Randy's eye and pointed to an open table on the
porch and he nodded and waved me into it. Felix came by and dropped a menu.

"I'll need another menu Felix, thanks."

I was studying the menu, although I am not sure why, I knew it by heart,
when I heard a chair or several chairs being pulled out. Not only was Joey
joining me for lunch, but he had Travis, Seamus and Drew in tow.

"Make that four more menus Felix," I called out.

"I hope you don't mind, but I picked up some stragglers. I figured we could
talk about the basketball barbeque."

"No, it's awesome, I love having company."

Randy and Felix quickly got the table set for five and we had a great
lunch. The boys started off kind of shy on their ordering until I convinced
them that it wasn't a big deal and I had to spend a minimum of $500 a month
on food anyway as part of belonging to the Victorian Club, so they loosened
up and ordered the amount of food teen athletes ought to be ordering. Felix
and his bus boy did a great job of waiting on us so I signed off on another
good tip for him being so tolerant with the boys.

As we were leaving the porch at Tidewater Felix pulled me aside.

"Are you going to be around the hotel later Tim?" he asked.

"I wasn't planning on it, but I can be, what's up?"

"I need some advice and was hoping you could help. I clock out at 3PM."

"I'll hang by the pool in the Spa, drop by when you are free."

I said my goodbyes to the teens and sent them on their way. Then I headed
to the pool area of the Spa and Nathan was on duty again. He found me a
nice chair with an umbrella and I ordered a Mai Tai from him, why the hell
not, it was the weekend. I was reading the weekend Wall Street Journal and
in no time I saw Felix approaching me. He looked slightly uncomfortable in
the tony confines of the Spa so I closed my tab with Nathan and headed with
Felix to the sun porch area overlooking the beach.

"So what can I do for you Felix?"

"It is kind of hard to talk about, it is a delicate family matter. I don't
really know where to start."

"The beginning is the best place usually."

Felix drew in a breath and began, "my little brother Christian is 13. He is
going into the 8th grade at Serra Middle School. Anyway he came to me
earlier this week and told me he is gay. I don't know anything about being
gay or if 13 is too young to know or anything at all, but what I do know is
if my father finds out he will throw Christian out of the house if he
doesn't beat him to death first. My father is not a good man. He drinks too
much and works too little. That is the story and I don't know what to do."

I was a little confused, "You don't know what to do about what?"

Felix smiled, "you see why it is hard? I don't know what I don't know. I
don't know how to help Christian. I don't know where to get help for him so
he isn't bullied, so he has friends, so he feels good about himself. He
tells me he is gay, but he is very unhappy and scared because he knows how
our father is when he goes on about `maricóns'. He fears for his
future. I have some money saved I was going to use for college, but if I
have to I can get an apartment and have Christian live with me."

"Okay, I get it now, the picture is clearer. Would you like me to talk with
Christian? To put him at ease about being gay and that he'll be okay?"

"That would be a big help Tim, I just don't know how to comfort Chris."

"And don't worry about him having a place to live if things come to a head
with your father, I have some ideas if it comes to that without you having
to give up college."

"I am grateful Tim, you've put my mind at ease. Randy told me you would be
a good person to talk to."

"I haven't done anything yet, but let me give my cell number and you can
set up a time for Christian I to talk."

Felix thanked me again and headed out. I could see all the boys I'd lunched
with and some more who'd arrived later, including Jake and Mikey. I had to
go say hi and have some fun.

Everyone greeted me as I walked up to the court.

"I have next challenge Tim, do you have time for a game or two?" Travis
asked.

"Sure, we need to get ready for next weekend."

I sat next to Jake, who still had the Ace bandage on his ankle.

"Hey Jake, how are you doing today? Are you sore?"

When I asked that Mikey snapped his head around.

"Yeah, your ankle, is it still sore or is it healing up?"

"Oh yeah, my ankle... er it is getting better I guess."

"What did you think I was talking about?"

"Oh nothing, I guess I've just forgotten about it kind of."

"Well you know you should elevate it," I lifted my own leg high as a visual
aid, "get it above your head so it doesn't swell."

Mikey narrowed his eyes at me. He knew I was up to something, he just
couldn't quite figure out what.

End of Chapter Four