Date: Mon, 8 Dec 2014 21:50:19 -0800
From: Matthew C <matteo_84cdm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chapter 8, Mikey & The Health Club, Adult Youth

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08 Mikey and the Health Club

Thursday morning I ride my beach cruiser down to court #6 by the Hotel
Vic. I am in an incredibly good mood. I got off a call with two clients at
midnight last night. That made it 4PM in Tokyo and 8AM in Paris and the two
telecom companies had finalized the terms of a merger. I had been working
with them for 18 months on it and it was finally happening. The official
announcement was going out Friday and it was a $2.2 billion deal. That
means I am almost a lock for the #1 M&A guy in 2013. I am over $6 billion
in deals this year and I could close one more before the year ends. I don't
care about it that much, but my company does, it is good press for them and
drives more deals to them. Plus it gets me a $5 million bonus on top of all
the other commissions, which is better than a sharp stick in the eye.

It is early for most of the high school kids, but Becky from St Ignatius U
is there with her roommate, also a volleyball player for the Saints, and
Ethan, the cross country star is there too. Ethan is an early riser because
he likes to get his long runs in when it is still cool out. He goes 8-10
miles every morning, some days longer and then does a shorter, faster 3-5
miles in the evening when things cool off. Becky and Kristen want to
challenge Ethan and me in volleyball, so we agree, but with court 6 being a
men's height net, I don't think they have a chance to beat us, and they
don't, so we agree to split. I get Becky as a teammate and that leaves
Kristen and Ethan together. Becky and I wipe them out two games in a row
and so I offer to switch it up, let me take Kristen and Becky to go with
Ethan.

"Let's put something on the line instead, I play better when it is for
something. If Kristen and I win, you owe me a massage Tim, and my poor legs
get awfully weary from the all the running; if you win... well then I owe
you a massage."

A month ago I would have taken the challenge innocuously. Now given what I
know about Ethan, based on Mikey's pictures and videos of him, and given my
heightened awareness of people around me and them all apparently knowing I
am gay. I view the challenge in a slightly different context.

I grin, "I'll take that bet, I need a good massage."

Whereas Becky and I blitzed Ethan and Kristen the last two games, this game
they are holding their own and even go ahead a couple of times. They are
getting to every ball on defense and putting more away more on
offense. They draw even at 13 and then blow past us to win 15-13. Ethan
does a Brandi Chastain and drops to his knees and pulls his tank top off
and Kristen does a victory dance. After the post game handshakes and hug,
the two of them head to the water for a dip to cool down.

"You can thank me later," Becky says.

"What?" I ask.

"You don't think they could really beat us do you? But I saw how you
checked out Ethan, I know you are dying to massage those legs and back, and
more," she said raising an eyebrow, "so I tanked a few points."

"Oh gawd I am relieved to hear that because I was feeling bad for you
because I was trying to throw the game too. Do you think they know?"

"Not a clue," she laughed.

More people had started to show up at the court so I backed out and let the
young set take over. I had more work I needed to do at home anyway.  At
about 2:30PM the doorbell rang. I checked the camera that covered the front
porch and it was Ethan. I was dressed with no shirt on and basketball
shorts and boxers, but I pulled off the shorts so I could be in just boxers
when I answered the door.

"I'm here to collect that massage," he said, but said it a little shyly as
he observed me in my boxers, "if now is a good time."

"There is no time like the present Ethan, c'mon in. Do you mind if we use
my bed? I don't really know where else would be a good place."

He blushed, but said, "no I think that's a good place."

We went into my bedroom and he dropped his backpack on my floor and kicked
off his flip flops.

"I am kind of gross and all sandy, do you mind if I shower first?"

"No, not at all."

Ethan drops his board shorts first, right there, and then pulls off his
t-shirt. He blushes a little, but he doesn't seem shy about his body, maybe
just a little uncertain about if he is on the right track or not. I look
him up and down and not discretely.

"Very nice," is all I say.

And it is. He is slender, being a top runner, but not skinny. His torso is
well developed and muscular, but narrow in that way of teen boys. His legs
are great looking and shapely. I can't wait to see his butt when he turns
away, because the butt is my favorite feature on a guy. He has a nice black
patch over his dick, which is man sized soft. It doesn't look like he'll be
too thick if (when?) it gets hard, but plenty long.

He blushes again at the compliment, but smiles a smile that says he is
pleased to get it.

"Follow me, I'll get you a towel and show you how the shower operates."

Dang, I wanted to follow him and get a nice view from behind, but since he
doesn't know where he is going, I can't. I am guessing that I'll get more
chances to see it before the day is done though. I get him a towel, tell
him how to operate the temperature control on the showers and tell him I'll
meet him back in my bedroom. I turn on the TV to one of my music channels
that plays soft jazz/rock and turn it low, get out a bottle of massage oil
and lie back waiting for him.

His shower doesn't take long, as I guess he really did just want to knock
off the sand and sweat. The towel is draped low on his waist and his hair
still damp. There is something so sexy about a man wearing only a
towel. Ethan smiles and lies facedown next to me, but before he does, he
undoes the towel so it is no longer around his waist, but just draped over
his butt.

"Ready when you are," he says softly.

I sit on his toweled butt and get the massage oil to apply to his back and
shoulders. I warm it by holding it in my hands first and then smear it near
the top of his back, up and over his shoulders. I am going to give him the
best, legit massage I can and if he wants more, I figure that he'll let me
know somehow.

I grab his shoulders and dig in well, squeezing and rubbing. I give his
neck a similar treatment and then go back to his shoulders for a few
minutes more before digging into his back. I use my thumbs and fists to
work on what feel like knots in his back and has I press in with my hands
and forearms it forces my hips tighter into his ass so I know he can feel
my cock, even though it isn't hard, pressing in as well. Ethan squirms a
little, but I am not sure if it the massage or if he is trying to stimulate
a little more firmness out of my cock.

I massage the upper half of his back and shoulders for a good twenty
minutes and then move lower, getting the muscles that wrap around the
waist. I get to the top of his buttocks and move the towel down a little so
it exposes just the top of the butt, just about what you might see from a
sagger at the beach. I move the towel just a little lower and massage the
top inch of his butt for a little bit.

"Fuck, I'll be a senior in college before you finish," Ethan says in
exasperation.

He pulls the towel away and rolls to his back. His dick is fully hard.

I smile at him, "does this mean I don't have to massage your butt or legs?"

"No, you owe me the butt and legs still, but that can wait until after a
tough meet in cross country. Now lose the boxers and get over here."

I pull off my boxers, wipe the massage oil off my hands on them, throw them
aside and climb slowly on top of Ethan. Although he was eager to get past
the massage part, there is nothing urgent about him now.  He smiles as I
lower myself on him.

"Now isn't this much better than a massage," he says as he kisses me.

We make out slowly and sweetly for a few moments. Ethan is a terrific
kisser. His hard cock, that I'd only seen from Mikey's files before, is
probably a good 7 inches, the same size as mine, but not nearly as
thick. It is actually perfect for me, all things considered, I like a
thinner dick as opposed to thicker, which I know makes me a bit of an
anomaly, but for some reason it really turns me on. Which is why I am
wondering how long I need to politely make out before I get that cock in my
mouth. I decide there is no time like the present.

"I'll be right back, I have to see someone real quick."

I slide down, take Ethan's dick in my mouth, run my fingers through his
small patch of black pubic hairs and tug gently at his ball sac. They are
cute and not too large either. He moans and lifts his hips slightly,
encouraging what is going on. I suck and lick for a good amount of time
before I decide to indulge in my next favorite obsession, the pucker.

I kiss down Ethan's V, lift his balls to expose the taint and kiss and lick
there for awhile. I think Ethan is surprised when I left his legs, but the
noises I hear as my tongue licks and penetrates his hole tell I am doing
okay with it.

"Are you going to fuck me," he asks in a husky voice.

"It is in the plans, but I didn't have a timeline," I answer him.

"Now," he comes back with, "right now would be really, really good."

"This position?"

"Yeah, unless you have a better idea, I am open to new things."

I go to the nightstand and get a condom and some lube.

"Do we need a condom?" he asks.

"It is the wise thing, but I know so far I am good, what about you?"

"Yeah, I am pretty careful and I'd really like to feel you, this time at
least."

I prefer bareback as most guys do, but I've been so active lately and the
boys I've been with have been awfully active too it is time to think about
being responsible, but if Ethan is willing, I am too.

I lube his hole the way he is lying, on his back, but I decide to try a
little variation.

"Roll onto your side," I tell him.

He rolls to his side and I lift one of his long legs high and then straddle
the other leg with the first leg resting on my shoulder. I insert my lubed
cock slowly, but it actually enters pretty easily from this position with
minimal help from Ethan. And because one leg is on my shoulder and I don't
need to hold it out of the way, it leaves my hands free so I jack him with
lube while I fuck him in this position. The side position allows good
penetration too so I am hitting his sweet spot on his prostate with every
forward thrust. Ethan for his part can only gurgle.

I can't last long in this position because I like it too much and in
fifteen minutes I am ready to blast in him.

"I am close, you?"

"I can be, let me take over," and he starts jacking his own cock, which is
a good thing because now I can concentrate solely on finishing him off.

I pick up the pace and intensity of my thrustings. Ethan moans louder, and
talks quietly, almost under his breath, with assorted `oh fucks' and `fuck
me'. Three minutes at this pace and I know I am over the edge.

"Cumming," I manage to get out seconds before the actual explosion from my
cock.

"Oh my gawd," Ethan, yells, not under his breath this time, and his cock
erupts too in long jets of cum that hit his chest and land on the bed
spread too.

I withdraw from him and lie down beside him. Ethan rolls onto my side and
puts his arms around me and lays his head just under my chin.

"Oh man I wish you had called," he says.

I do a quick scan of my memory bank. Ethan gave me his number about six
months ago at a function at the Hotel Vic, I gave him mine as well. It had
seemed pretty casual at the time, like he wanted to talk about business or
college or some other vague topic, not hook up.

"If I'd known what you had in mind I would have called," I say with an
impish grin, "but you never called me either."

"I know, it just seemed so forward to call you and I wasn't sure you'd even
give me the time of day."

"Nothing ventured, nothing gained Ethan. Now, what are you going to give
me?"

He smiles at me, "what would like?"

"7 inches delivered the best way you know how."

"Really? I can top you?"

"Oh totally. You are a hot package Ethan and I want some, so what is your
best way?"

"You lying face down on the edge of the bed so I can stand up. That seems
to be the consensus of where I do my best work?"

He is just so cute when he smiles. He is very masculine, but his smile is
boyish and adorable.

I position myself at the edge of the bed and Ethan stands behind me, gets
me prepped (which is an enjoyable act in and of itself) and then enters me
easily. I can feel how much power there is in his cross country hips and
legs, no wonder this position gets raves reviews. He is giving me a good
pounding and it feels good, but I think on my back would be even better. I
let him go about ten minutes this way before I suggest trying it with me on
my back.

"Lift my legs even higher," I tell Ethan as he gets ready to reenter me.

Ethan does and slides his dick back in me. I can tell with the first thrust
this was a good idea, his tip is now hitting me in the exact right spot. A
moan slash groan escapes my mouth.

"Better?" he asks.

"Oh yeah, that is awesome."

And it is. Ethan goes back to the same pace he was at, which is pretty
fast; not frantic, but good enough to sustain awhile and deliver a lot of
pleasure. As a cross country guy with lots of endurance in his legs and
butt, I wonder how long he can go, but I guess the real determination is
how long can his dick stand the rubbing before it wants to blow a load. The
answer turns out to be twenty more minutes.

"Oh I am so close Tim," he tells me.

"You go ahead, I'll catch up."

It doesn't take me long to get ready to shoot and after about Ethan's third
shot into me, I am cumming on my stomach. Ethan pulls out and collapses
onto the bed next to me.

"Oh fuck that was good. You are right, I should have called you."

"Yeah you should have and like I said, if I had known what you were
thinking...  well I would have. You were just great."

Ten minutes later were luxuriating in the shower when Ethan said, "I am
sure glad we made that bet."

"What if Becky and I had won?"

"Oh I would have just fully molested you in the massage," Ethan laughs,
"but I am glad you and Becky threw the game because I got a good back rub
out of it and I have a leg and butt rub to look forward to when I really
need it."

"You knew Becky and I were throwing it?"

"Dude, I have a 4.4 GPA. I was born at night, but it wasn't last
night. Just don't let Kristen know, she thinks we actually won."

"Secret is safe with me," I assure him. "Mt. SAC?"

"Mt. SAC what?" Ethan asks, a little confused.

"How about I massage your legs after Mt. SAC?"  The cross country race at
Mt San Antonio College, or Mt. SAC for short, is one of the top races in
California, but it is an incredibly hilly course so it just destroys
runners and burns up legs.

"You know about Mt. SAC?" Ethan is impressed. "Yeah, that would be
awesome. And it's legs AND butt by the way, not just legs."

I kiss him, "deal."

He kisses me back, which leads to new erections on both of us which in
turns leads us to swapping blow jobs to climax before he takes off. I am
lying on my bed in recovery mode when my cell phone rings and caller ID
tells me is it Drew. I've just had two hours of sex and just seeing Drew's
name starts to get me hard again.

"Hey, Drew, how are you?"

"Great Tim, what about you?"

"Not too bad myself. Did you just call to chat or can I do something for
you?"

"I'd love to chat, but I did want to ask a favor too. Are you busy
Saturday?"

"No plans, what's going on?"

"Matt Philips and I and a couple of other guys want to go to a tournament
in LA on Saturday and none of us can drive. I was kind of hoping you could
drive us and coach us. The kicker is you'd have to start picking us up at
like 4:30AM so we could be off the island by 5AM to get to LA."

"I don't mind, but why don't you see of you guys can spend the night here
Friday night so we can get a bit more sleep and leave from one
location. Come over early enough and we can go over some moves."

"That's awesome, are you sure? I'll call all the guys and set it up."

Friday at 3PM the boys started to show up. Drew's mom dropped him and Matt
off and twenty minutes later the other two boys show up, Zac Dickerson and
Cade Waterman, who greets me with a broad smile. I am sure he is dying to
tell me that he blew Mikey away on Wednesday when he was over there and
gave Mikey an incredible rim job based on what I taught him last week. Cade
doesn't know that I already know because the video of that and the blow
jobs the two of them traded are already in the `Rich' folder in Mikey's
cloud drive.

We head down to the mat room and Zac and Matt are amazed at how nice the
room is. The boys get their wrestling shoes on and after a good stretch and
warm-up I show them a few moves that they can work on tomorrow. Drew is all
business and doesn't have the issue he had last time he tried to wrestle
with me.

After working on the moves I have the boys do some light, live situation
drills so I can correct some of their basic mistakes. Overall we put in a
good hour and a half of work, but it was pretty low key so no one should be
sore tomorrow. It is a nice summer afternoon so we head up to the covered
lanai area to chill and watch some TV, maybe play some video games. I went
to the kitchen to get some food and drinks and when I come back all the
boys are in the pool. The shed workout shirts and shorts on the lanai floor
tells me that the boys are all in the pool in their birthday suits.

"It was all Matt's idea," yells Drew, but all the boys are laughing so I
don't think Matt had to twist any arms.

There just seems to be something about skinny dipping that boys love. I put
the food and drink down on one of the tables on the lanai. Matt is the
first one of the pool. As he strides towards me that giant cock of his
swings to and fro, but he seems to take no notice of it and there is no
shyness or embarrassment. I have to struggle to not stare at it. He flops
down in one of the chairs at the table and digs into the food.

One by one the other boys come out of the pool and only Zac, the youngest
of the gang at 13, seems a little shy, but the other boys are so
comfortable that he soon forgets he is naked. I sneak some sly glances at
him to check out his package. Zac is a stereo-typical blue eyed, blonde
haired California surfer boy and he is a natural blonde because the curlies
above his dick are blonde, really blonde. He has a very nice looking dick
too for an almost 8th grader. I have to remember to take a closer look of
the pictures and videos of him and Mikey when I get a chance.

"Since you guys don't seem to need these," I say scooping their sweaty
workout clothes, "I'll go throw them in the washing machine."

I take the clothes back to the washing machine, separate the underwear from
the shorts since it looks like they all came off at one time because they
are hopelessly tangled together. I strip off my own workout clothes, throw
them in the machine as well and throw on a terry cloth robe, which I
purposely don't tie. I also grab four more robes out of the linen closet
for the boys.

When I get back to the table I am acting casual, but I notice Matt, Zac and
Cade all checking out my open robe, only Drew is consciously avoiding
looking at me. I assume it is because he is afraid he might have a
reaction. We polish off the food and the boys want to head back into the
pool. Matt and Cade drag me along. The boys play the usual pool games that
teens play and when it comes time for chicken fights Matt grabs me right
away and climbs on my shoulders. I can feel that monster cock of his on my
neck and I am dying to just turn around and suck it right now, but I don't
obviously. Just thinking about it though has caused me to stiffen up.

The first match is Cade and Drew versus me and Matt. While Matt is fighting
Drew, trying to push him off Cade's shoulders, he is squirming around which
makes his giant dick rub more on my neck, getting it a little bit
hard. That of course cause me to get a bit harder and then Cade, who is
supposed to be trying to knock me off my base so both Matt I tumble, is
doing a half assed job so he can feel out my dick. Before things get
entirely out of control, I trip Cade, sending him and Drew into the pool. I
let Matt off my shoulders too.

"This is too unfair guys with me in it, so you four fight and change off
partners."

Besides, if I do it any longer I am going to blow a load.

The boys do chicken fights and no matter what the combination, Matt is
always the winner, which doesn't surprise me. He is incredibly strong for
his size, and when he is the bottom half of the team, his balance is
amazing too. Those are two of the things that make him a champion wrestler.
Now that my dick has returned to normal, I get out of the pool, throw my
robe back on and just chill in the late afternoon sun. Soon the boys all
join me too, with their robes on, but no one has the robe fastened too
tight, not even Zac who seems more comfortable as the day goes on. We chat
for awhile about trite, local things; school, the beach, parents, just
everything. After awhile I am getting hungry.

"Is anyone worried about what weight they are going tomorrow?"

No one is. This is just a summer tournament. They want to do well, but it
is more about mat time and experience, not being too serious yet. So I call
up De Stefano's and order three pizzas with salads. The delivery boy is
Trevor Zahl again. He brings the pizzas and salads to the back patio when I
open the door remotely and tell him where to come over the intercom.

"Ah, having a little party I see," he smiles.

"Just a little wrestling workout and tomorrow I am taking them to LA
tomorrow for a tournament."

Trevor nods an acknowledgement. Matt stands up to come over to the table
where the pizza is and his robe falls open, revealing that monster cock of
his. I think Trevor's eyes are going to pop out of his head. I don't know
if Trevor shares his brother's affinity for guys, but even a straight guy
has to be stunned, impressed and fascinated by the size of Matt's dick on
someone who is only 115 pounds. I wonder if the wardrobe malfunction was an
accident, but Matt's smirk and then his wink at me tell me it was no
accident. I also don't blame Matt for being a bit of an exhibitionist. If
I'd had an 8 inch cock when I was 15 years old I'd have made sure everyone
knew.

The pizza disappeared so fast I wonder if I should have ordered five large
instead of just three, but I get the big appetites; not only are the guys
typical teens, but they are so used to watching their weight during the
seasons, there are not many times they get to eat all they want. So it was
with bloated stomachs that we retired to the movie room to watch Iron Man
3. The giant couch/bed where Drew and I had sex the last time he was over
is big enough to hold all five of us comfortably so no one sits on the
regular couches or chairs. Even if the giant couch had been tight, that
wouldn't have bothered the guys probably because wrestlers, given the
nature of the sport, tend to be less freaked out by close contact with
other guys than most teen boys.

The movie is great and by the time it is done everyone is ready to hit the
hay since we have an early morning the next day. The way my guest bedrooms
(there are four of them) are set up is each has two queen beds in them and
every two bedrooms has a bathroom in between them that is accessible from
either bedroom. I put Zac and Cade in the first two bedrooms and Matt and
Drew in the next two bedrooms. That way each guy gets their own bedroom.

"You guys might want to shower tonight to save time in the morning," I tell
them and say my good nights.

I remembered the boys clothes in the dryer so I go get them, fold them and
take them back to their rooms. Cade isn't in his room and I hear the shower
running so I throw them on his bed. When I go to drop Zac's clothes in his
room, he isn't there either. Curiosity gets the better of me so I crack
open the bathroom door quietly and slowly. Cade and Zac are in the shower
together, as I figured they would be and Cade is on his knees giving Zac a
blow job. I hadn't quite figured on that one, but I am glad Cade has found
someone in wrestling he can test the waters with and he seems to be making
up for lost time.  Next I drop Matt's clothes in his room just as he is
coming out of the bathroom, drying his hair. It gives me another look at
his incredible body, highlighted by his large dick.

"If I'd known you were going to visit me I'd have waited longer and you
could have scrubbed my back in the shower," Matt says with a grin at me.

"If I'd been in the shower with you Matt I'd have been scrubbing more than
your back," I throw back at him.

"That would have been okay too Tim," Matt says quietly.

I blush at that and reply, "good to know."

Matt's grin gets broader, "so I guess we'll call that a rain check. I do
want to comeback for some one on one work with you. I really want to win
state this year."

"Let me know, you know I'll do whatever I can to help you get that title."

I go to drop off Drew's clothes, but he isn't in his bedroom and I don't
hear the shower, maybe he is in the toilet, which is a closed room inside
the bathroom. Each of the bathrooms has two such rooms for added privacy
and convenience for my guests. I throw the clothes Drew's bed and head back
to my room. I enter the master bedroom and I hear my shower running so a
picture slowly forms in my head. I poke my head in my bathroom and there is
Drew in the shower. He opens the shower door.

"About time you got back here," he says grinning.

"Hold that thought," I tell him.

I go to my desk and use my security program on my computer to make sure my
bedroom door and the sliding wooden doors are locked. I don't want anyone
looking for me stumbling in on Drew and me in the shower. By the time I
have my clothes off and head back to the bathroom I already have a raging
hard on.

"Now that is what I like to see," Drew says and after a brief kiss, drops
to his knees to start giving me a blow job.

I help the blow job along by moving my hips slightly because Drew and I
don't have a long time, we really do need to get a good nights
sleep. Within five minutes I am shooting my load down Drew's throat. I make
Drew stand up so I can return the favor. Once I start blowing him I pull
his hips back and then push them forward, back and forward, trying to get
Drew to do the same thing I did, speed the process along. Once he gets the
idea he doesn't need much encouragement and soon is pumping his nice little
Vietnamese cock in and out of my mouth until he climaxes with sudden, rapid
shots of cum.

We kiss a couple of minutes while we wind down from the excitement of the
blow jobs. After we dry off and climb into bed together naked.

"Fantasy number three," Drew says as he spoons inside of me.

It was a great, restful night because Drew and I woke up in the same
position that we had gone to sleep in. I actually woke first. Drew wanted a
morning quickie, but I had to say no. I thought we'd pushed the envelope
enough for one night with me having three other guests.

"You have to get back to your bedroom and roll around in that bed so it
looks slept in and I'll come `wake you up' in about ten minutes."

I wonder if Cade and Zac slept in separate beds last night. I head down to
Cade's room first and there they are, the two of them snuggled up in bed,
sound asleep. Zac is spooned inside Cade. Curiosity tugs at me again so I
lift the covers enough to see that the boys are both naked. I lay the
covers back down and then gently shake them.

"Time to get up guys."

Cade wakes, rolls to his back and stretches his arms up, looking quite
pleased with himself. Zac blushes and starts to stammer an explanation.

"No need Zac," I tell him quietly and he kind of buries his head in Cade's
chest.

So poor Matt was the only one alone last night. I wake him next, although
he was more or less awake already. He throws back his covers and climbs out
of bed to go to the bathroom. He of course is fully erect and isn't the
slightest bit embarrassed by it.

"Morning wood you know," he says with a Cheshire cat grin.

"More like morning Sequoia if you ask me."

Matt laughs and disappears into the bathroom. I then head to Drew's room
and do his official wake up. The boys can't eat or drink since they have a
weigh-in this morning so once they are dressed we are on our way. Matt
being the alpha male gets the front seat with Drew and Cade in the back
seats with Zac in the middle; the official pecking order. The boys are
belted in and I am pulling out of the driveway. Matt taps me gently on the
leg and when I turn to look at him he winks at me.

"Hey Drew, did you sleep well last night?"

Even in the low light I can see Drew blushing furiously. Matt seems to be
pretty clued in on what the score is.

End of Chapter Eight