Date: Mon, 15 Jun 2009 15:25:10 -0700 (PDT)
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Subject: Second Time Around Chapter Thirty-Nine

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Chapter Thirty-Nine:  Second Time Around


My real introduction to bodybuilding, and bodybuilding contests, came two
weeks after the pool party.  I naively thought I would see a group of men,
and a few boys, walking around in brief swimsuits flexing their muscles.
Billy, and David, and the boys, had tried to tell me what it was like, but
I guess I didn't really let it all sink in.  My first surprise, or
awakening, came when we arrived at the hotel.  There, in the lobby, was a
group of men gathered together, talking.  The one with the smallest biceps
had to have arms as big as my thighs.  His shirt was stretched about as
tightly across his chest as possible without tearing.  The other men, well,
I just had trouble comprehending that a man's arms could grow that big.

Another group was made up of several teens.  These boys weren't just teens,
they were drop dead gorgeous teens.  I don't know who did their dental
work, but I was willing to bet the guy had to be driving a Rolls,
compliments of these boys' parents.  Looking around, I spotted a couple of
the fathers, or at least men who resembled the kids enough to make me think
they were the boys' fathers.  The twins wandered over to greet the teens,
taking Michael with them.

"Don't worry about them, Rick.  Most of these kids all show up at the same
shows and know one another quite well; they're good kids.  I'll introduce
you to some of the parents when we go to the contestants' social and
briefing tonight after dinner.  By the way, don't be surprised to see these
kids eating some strange stuff just before a competition.  Sometimes it's
to help keep fluids and bloating down, other times it's superstition.
Kinda like a woman as she moves through pregnancy."

"You better be kidding.  If Michael winds up pregnant, I'll lock 'im away,"
I answered, jokingly.

"Oh, there is one thing I'll warn you about now.  It's kind of an unwritten
rule for boys and men.  There's no sex for the contestants from the time
you arrive at the hotel until after the contest.  The guys think it's bad
luck.  However, after the contest, the parents sometimes leave the teens
alone for the evening.  You know, we sit in the bar having a few drinks and
shoot the breeze or get into a card game; just something to give the boys
some private time.  Everybody knows what's happening, but nobody says
anything.  The boys think they got away with an orgy and we don't have the
heart to tell them you can smell the sex three floors down.  Knowin' Mike's
assets, I'd say . . ."

"So would I, in more ways than one."  I turned around to see who had been
listening to our conversation and saw a smiling David approaching us.

"More ways than one, huh?"

"Oh yeah," David responded, seeming to enjoy himself.  "Wait until you see
the crowd tonight.  The director for this event tells me there are over two
hundred contestants; just over half of that number is entered in the junior
category.  The youngest contestant is thirteen with the mode being just
over sixteen.  Should be quite interesting."

"What should be interesting?  The contest or the activity afterwards?" I
teased.

"Not sure.  Have anything specific in mind?"  It was time for me to
shut-up.

The three of us just stood there watching everyone, but concentrating on
the boys.  It seemed that just after time for introductions, one of the
boys rolled up his sleeve and flexed his bicep.  The result seemed to meet
with approval.  My guess was the boy had improved the size, shape, or
something else related to the upper arm.  One of the twins turned around
and did some kind of pose that accentuated what I think the boys said was
the lats.  The next thing I knew both twins are poking Mike in the stomach
with their finger.  Mike, never being shy, lifted his shirt and did an 'ab
roll' for them.  That trick really brought out the laughter.  Some other
boys, and a couple of men, stepped over to admire my son's abs.  Not
knowing who these people were, I wasn't too sure I liked that idea.  When I
started to walk in that direction, David grabbed me by the arm.

"Easy there, Da-ad.  They're just admiring his musculature.  No need to be
the wet hen," David said protectively; but protective of whom?  "He's a big
boy and no one's going to bother him.  Look at him.  Does he look like he
feels threatened in any way?  Why don't I show you to your rooms?  I
reserved adjoining rooms for you on the concierge floor."

Given Mike's level of common sense, or lack thereof, I wasn't sure Mike
would know exactly when he should feel threatened.  Admittedly, I knew that
there were times I could be a little protective of my boys and, just maybe,
this was one of those times.  Besides, Billy didn't seem to be concerned
about the twins.

Billy let the boys know we were headed upstairs and they could hang around
downstairs if they wanted.  David took us up and showed us our rooms.  We
entered Billy's room first, which turned out to be a suite with two
bedrooms.  The larger bedroom had a balcony overlooking a park area and you
could also see part of the entertainment parks.  My suite was a two bedroom
unit adjoining on the corner.  We had balconies off both the bedrooms and
the sitting room that looked out on two sides of the building.  The sitting
room balcony, and smaller bedroom, had the same view as Billy's balcony.
One thing I immediately noticed about the larger bedroom balcony was the
absolute privacy.  The balcony overlooked what appeared to be a preserve,
but was probably part of one of the nature parks.

"Remind you of anything?"  I hadn't heard David walk up behind me.  The
balcony did remind me of a special time.

"It seems to be trying to jog some memory deep in the recesses of my mind,
but the memory doesn't seem to want to come out for me," I teased as I
stepped behind him and wrapped my arms around his chest.

David leaned back into me and I could smell his freshness.  No one would
have heard any complaints from me if we could just stay like that for the
rest of the afternoon.

"Well, if your memory is getting bogged down, maybe I need to give it a
refresher lesson.  Remember, I'm not working all the time."  He turned and
smiled as we leaned into one another and exchanged a quick, warm kiss.

"Hmmmm.  Looks like you two might need to get a room just for yourselves,"
Billy commented as he walked out onto my balcony.

David and I broke the kiss, but I kept him wrapped in my arms.

"Nope," David said flatly.  "I'm still working and there's a reception you
two are expected to attend in a little over an hour.  I'll head downstairs
and tell the boys to head this way."  David then turned his attention to
me.  "Have you told Michael about his little surprise?"

                                           * * * *

I had attended many receptions during both my teen years and my adult life.
Most were basically the same with finger foods and open bars.  There would
be enough wine and mixed drinks moving through the room to guaranty the
sponsor a big, fat public relations bill.  Never had I attended a reception
like the one presented for the bodybuilders.

The dress was casual with open collared shirts; some wore jackets.  There
were finger foods, most of which I had no idea what they were other than
'healthy'.  Rather than the usual wine and drinks offered at the bars, the
beverages consisted of V-8 juice or your choice of drinks mixed with
ingredients I couldn't even begin to pronounce.  The common element for all
drinks was that they were non-alcoholic and healthy.  The teens seemed to
go for the protein shakes, and they weren't the kind of protein my boys
liked to go after at home.  At least, I was fairly sure they weren't.

The décor was also very interesting.  The tables, rather than small
bouquets of flowers, were decorated with miniature ice sculptures of Greek
statues, complete with fig leaf and well defined muscles.  A couple of the
tables had an ice sculpture that I thought was Atlas pressing a barbell
over his head.  Later, someone told me it was a representation of someone
that had been a Mr. Universe.  A friend had shot a picture of him during
one of his workouts and that was used to create the sculpture.
Complimenting the table décor were oversized posters, either hanging on the
wall or set on tripods, of men posing in various contests.  All of them
wore very little and carried huge muscles.  Their skin was so tight over
the muscle that you could trace all of their veins.  That much muscle did
nothing for me and represented what I didn't want Mike getting into.

Not all of the posters were of the over-muscled body variety.  About half
were of teens in posing positions.  All of the teens looked nicely muscled
without being overly muscled.  Their bodies were smooth and fresh, as one
would expect.  There was something else about the teens; their expressions.
Their eyes said the kids were enjoying themselves and happy.  There was no
suggestion of the deep seriousness evident in the adults.  I spotted Mike
and the twins observing one of the posters and then comparing it to
another.  If it was body building that turned him on and got him to
dedicate himself to a goal other than reading every book in the library, I
was willing to support his efforts.  When he turned and saw me watching
him, I just smiled.  He walked over to me.

"Dad, you see all these posters?  They're kids that've competed in this
kinda thing before."  Mike acted a little nervous, looking at me and then
pointing back to the posters.  "Ya know, I think my body looks just as good
as them."  Somebody was fishing.

"Michael, do you recall that Billy, the twins, and I tried to get you to
sign up for the amateur portion of the contest?  We think your body looks
better than several that are shown on the posters."  Mike couldn't help but
grin and then looked down; his typical reaction to being a little
embarrassed.  I decided this was a good time to tell him about his little
surprise.

"Suppose we told you that it isn't too late for you to participate?  How
would you like that?"

"No way!"  That was not the answer I expected.  I gave him a surprised
look.  "Dad, you don't just walk in and decide you're gonna compete.  Ya
have ta prepare for somethin' like this.  I mean, I'd have ta start a
couple weeks in advance ta get rid of any fat, and get my tan just right,
and go through my workouts ta get pumped.  You don't realize how much work
these guys put into this."

At first, I thought he was going to turn bashful on me and not want anyone
looking at is body.  Then, I almost felt like apologizing for offending
someone.  I just wasn't sure who I should apologize to.

"As I recall, you've been working with the twins and Billy almost everyday.
Billy says you're ready and in shape for this.  Besides, you know as an
amateur, and in the novice class, you're not competing for a trophy, but
for advice from the professionals on how to improve yourself."

"Michael," Billy interjected.  "You know that you're been working hard.
You're just as ready as the twins.  How much of your hesitation is because
you're afraid you won't do well, or nerves?"

When Mike again looked down and didn't say anything, we had our answer.

"Son, it's okay to be nervous," I told him as I placed an arm around his
shoulder.  "Just the thought of you competing on that stage and all these
people watching you makes me nervous.  But, I'm a parent and I'm supposed
to be nervous; I want you to do well and feel good about it What I was
hoping you would do is learn that you can do this sort of thing and do it
just for fun.  Have a good time sharing the experience with people that
care about bodybuilding just as much as you."

"Do you really think I can do it?" Mike asked, his eyes almost pleading
with me, seeking the support I always tried to give my sons..

"Son, I know you can.  I believe in you so much that I had Billy send in
your paperwork with the twins'.  You are already entered and get to show
off your body tomorrow to all who want to look."  I smiled as I showed him
his entry.  Mike looked like a deer caught in headlights until he saw some
movement out of the corner of his eye.

Three men and three boys joined the group. They wore only a Speedo and a
sash.  Billy quickly informed me that they were the winners and runners-up
from the previous year and would be surrendering their titles if they did
not win this year.  A number of the teen contestants seemed to know the
teenagers and gathered around them.  There was more posing, flexing and
poking as pictures were taken.

The men stood in front of a curtain, posing for pictures.  As I watched
them, I began to feel my own arms and chest.  Suddenly, I began to feel a
little inadequate.  My thoughts were broken when someone grabbed my butt.
David was behind me.

"That's okay.  I think your body is just right.  Look at these posters.  I
don't think I could go to bed with most of them.  However, I do wonder if
the old saying is true."  I gave him a curious look; what old saying?  "You
know; big pecs, little pecker."  He grinned at me.  "I'll take the big
pecker any day."

"Anyone ever tell you there's a certain lack of subtlety in some of your
observations?" I asked, eliciting another butt pinch from him.

"Speaking of being subtle, how did Mike take his little surprise?"

"In the beginning, he protested, but only half-heartedly.  Seeing him here,
I think he's actually glad we sent the papers in.  This way, if he doesn't
do well, I'll get the blame."  I answered as I kept an eye on Mike, who had
rejoined the twins to share the news.  I then turned to Billy.

"Billy, who are those two boys that just joined Mike and the twins?"

"Oh, those are the Roberts brothers.  They seem to be admiring Mike at the
moment.  This could lead to some interesting moments later on."

"How so?"  When Billy said 'interesting', I knew that I may not always
agree with him.

"The Roberts brothers have a certain reputation, or reputations, I guess I
should say.  They both work hard and are very serious about improving their
bodies.  They also live in a nudist camp with their parents and have a
reputation for not only being privately gifted, but knowing how to use
those gifts, particularly with the boys.  From the way they are eyeing
Michael, things could get interesting."

"Great!  Not only do I have to be nervous about Mike being in his first
contest, now you tell me he could be the guest of honor in an orgy?"

I moved around the room, sometimes alone, other times with Billy or David
by my side.  It didn't take long to realize that a number of the men in the
room were the subject of one or more posters on the wall.  As discreetly as
possible, I would look at the poster and then at the man, trying to guess
how old the poster photo was.  In some cases it was obvious that the poster
photo was several years old and several inches of muscle earlier.  I was
surprised when I came up to a poster identifying the man as Billy.  It had
obviously been taken several, several years earlier.

"Pretty cool, huh, Dad," Michael said from behind me.

I turned to see Mike standing behind me with the twins and the Roberts
brothers.  The brothers looked to be about the same age as my boys.  They
had beautiful tans, their hair was an almost auburn color with incredible
green, penetrating eyes.

"Hey, Dad, this is Gordon and James Roberts.  They're gonna be in the
contest and offered to show me some poses to help me out.  We're gonna go
up to the room and try ta work out some kinda routine; 'specially since you
got me into this."  Mike tried to sound irritated, but failed, miserably.
His tone, smile and the twinkle in his eyes said he was actually getting
excited about the whole thing.

"Gordon, James, nice to meet you, guys," I said while Mike rattled on and I
shook each of their hands.  I wasn't completely sure I liked the way they
looked at Mike and then at me.  I wanted to ask them what they had on their
minds, but knew I couldn't.  I had to accept what David has said about Mike
being a big boy.

"Dad, their grandfather lives up near us."

"Grandfather?" I repeated.  "Would he also be named Gordon Roberts by any
chance?"

"Yes, sir," Gordon answered.  "I'm Gordon Roberts the third."

At that point someone could have literally knocked me over with a feather.
Gordon Roberts was a major client of the bank.  He was also known for being
very prim and proper.  I had to laugh at myself thinking of him visiting
his son and grandsons at a nudist camp.  Maybe the old man wasn't quite as
prim and proper as everyone thought.

"Don't you boys think you should hang around here for at least a few more
minutes and maybe check out the competition?"

"Da-ad," Michael moaned, eliciting light laughter from the other boys.
"There's nothin' ta see.  How can you scope the competition in a
bodybuilding contest when everybody's wearin' clothes?"

Okay, so the argument actually made some sense.  I simply shrugged my
shoulders and waived the boys off after telling Mike to be in the
restaurant in one hour.  I also invited the other boys to join us.

At dinner, the Roberts brothers joined us.  Their dad was sitting in the
bar with some of the other fathers having drinks and eating steak and fried
foods that they knew would offend the boys.  I wondered why I wasn't in the
bar with the other fathers.  All the boys ate chicken and broccoli with
steamed carrots; voluntarily!  Billy and I enjoyed a nice thick steak with
a salad.  The steak dinner was almost ruined when Mike began giving us a
lecture on why we shouldn't eat red meat.  I reminded him that eating red
meat gave me the stamina to keep up with them and put in a full day's work
so we could afford to let him indulge his dreams; he got the message.

When the waiter took our order, Billy and I just requested water with
lemon.  The boys asked for the drinks they had previously asked the waiter
to keep chilled for them.  Soon, the waiter appeared with two glasses
obviously filled with water and five glasses filled with something green
that looked like it was on its third recycling.  The boys insisted it was
an energy drink to help them the next day and did something to help purify
their systems.  Whatever.

                                           * * * *

Preparing for bed, I waited until I heard the shower turn off in Mike's
bathroom and then stepped into my bathroom for a nice, long, hot shower.
My bathroom also happened to contain a Jacuzzi tub which was very tempting,
but would also take too much time.  I noticed there was a disposable razor
on the counter, but didn't think much of it.  It isn't unusual for hotels
and resorts to offer such amenities to their guests.  However, I used an
electric razor, so it meant nothing to me.

When I stepped out of the bathroom, I wasn't surprised to find Mike lying
on my bed.  Actually, I had been a little surprised that he even used the
shower in the other bedroom.  What did surprise me was how he was lying on
my bed.  He was at the foot of the bed with his butt right on the edge.
His feet were pulled up and propped on the mattress, thereby exposing, or
displaying, his full boyhood to my view.  When I approached him, I saw that
he had one arm folded so his forearm lay over his eyes and forehead.  The
other hand held a disposable razor that looked identical to the one I had
seen in my bathroom.

"Mike, is there some reason you're lying on my bed in that position?"

"Yeah."  He sounded like I was asking a dumb question.  "I need for ya to
shave my balls and crack.  Gordon and James said I couldn't have any pubes
showin' around those tights."

"You couldn't shave yourself?" I asked, dumbly.

"Daaad.  You ever try shavin' your ass crack while holdin' your legs back
and starin' in a mirror?  Gordon and James offered ta help, but I did'n
wanna get a hardon in front of 'em.  Besides, you got me inta this, so I
think you oughtta help."  He tried to sound dead serious but the smile came
through; I couldn't help but break into laughter.

"No, I can't say that I have.  I don't have any shaving cream, so we'll
have to try it dry."

"Uh-uh," he answered quickly. "I got the shavin' cream out of your bathroom
but it felt kinda dumb tryin' to use it."

The next few minutes were spent removing all the hair that I could remember
my son thinking would never grow in, thus defining him as no longer being a
little boy.  While shaving him, I looked up and realized that he had shaved
the hair from his arm pits; he did still have hair on his arms and legs.

"Does the hair on the arms and legs have to come off too?"

"Uh-uh.  They said we're supposed ta look natural."

I didn't ask for an explanation.

Moving everything around, he naturally developed an erection which I was
considerate enough to ignore; as much as one is capable of ignoring a
battering ram.  When I finished, I used a warm cloth to wipe off the excess
cream and powdered him down to avoid chafing.

"There you go, kiddo.  Your bottom is now just as smooth as when you were a
babe, and powdered the same, too."

"Yeah, but it's cuter now," he answered, grinning and crawling up to get
under my covers.

When I managed to get into bed, Mike wiggled his way backwards so that he
was spooned into me.  He didn't hesitate to lift his right arm and pull my
arm around is chest.  With a little more squirming he found his comfort
spot.  With his head just below my chin I could smell the freshness of the
shampoo he had used and enjoyed his warmth.  Subconsciously, I rubbed my
thumb over his nipple, causing him to squirm a little and whimper.  When I
did it again, he squirmed and whined.

"Doooon't," he whined. "That makes me horny and I'm already horny enough,
but I can't have sex.  The guys said it was a rule that havin' sex just
before a contest was bad luck and I had'n shot since I got up this
mornin'."

"Sorry, I wouldn't want to jinx the contest."

"You wouldn't be jinxin' me.  You know I'm entered as a novice and not ta
be judged.  They're just gonna admire my body and then tell me what I can
do so I can compete.  James and Gordon showed me some stuff I could do so
my routine didn't look boring; you'll see.  But, Dad, you can rub my back
some if ya want to."

                                           * * * *

The show was divided into two parts which could better be described as
adult and junior.  The 'adults' part also included some senior contestants,
Billy being one of them.  You could also describe the contest as being like
night and day.  The adults were quiet and very serious.  We had to walk
through their dressing area to get to the juniors area.  As we passed
through, most of the adults ignored us.  A couple nodded and Billy told
Mike to have a good time.

The 'juniors' area was full of life.  When we walked in, it seemed almost
every boy looked up and nodded, waved or said something to us.  I felt a
little out of place walking in with Mike and the twins.  Gordon and James
were already there.  Almost all the boys had some other things in common.
There was hardly a piece of clothing to be seen, no pubic hair on anyone,
and it seemed most spent a good deal of time in the sun, tanning all over,
including deep into the crack area.  A lot of the boys were busy spreading
oil over one another's body.

The youngest junior was thirteen and easy to spot.  He was smaller, and
more active, than the other boys.  He was running around from one boy to
another saying something and laughing, and they were laughing with him.  He
didn't seem the least bit bothered about being nude and flaunting what he
had.  With brown wavy hair, hazel eyes and a smile that belonged on a
toothpaste commercial, he was definitely a looker.  When we walked in, he
stopped and turned towards Mike.  I would have sworn that he was flirting
with my son!  The twins must have thought so too because they made a
comment to Mike about being 'the one' after the contest.  Something told me
not to ask for an explanation.  A look from Mike told me I was no longer
needed and could leave.

The contest began with the seniors which had eight contestants.  It was
obvious the men were older and nature, and gravity, were taking a toll.
However, none of the men had any reason to be ashamed.  I just hoped I
could look that good when I got to be their age.  One of the men must have
been one of those guys who, in his younger years, pumped his muscles up
beyond anything natural.  His pecs looked more like sagging boobs, but he
still had an impressive set of arms and abs.

The seniors were followed by the juniors with a short break between the two
groups.  Just as they were about to begin the juniors session, I looked
around and noticed that the audience had increased in size, considerably.

"Rick, will you just sit still and relax," David admonished.  "You'd think
you were the one up there being judged.  Listen, from what I hear from some
of the staff, these juniors usually appear to be just having fun.  They
also enjoy indulging in a little exhibitionism."

"If you'd seen what I saw in the dressing area, it's not a little bit of
exhibitionism; it's a lot.  I swear, I think the youngest one back there
was trying to flirt with Mike."

"Maybe he was trying to flirt with you," David teased.

"Yeah, right."

"Rick, sit back and look at the schedule.  Mike will be about the sixth or
seventh one out."  David had pulled out a paper with handwritten notes.
"After the cookout, and knowing the boys would be here, I came back and
started asking a lot of questions about how these contests work.  Mike is
in the novice group.  That group is then broken down by age, and Mike is
one of the older boys."

The first boy out was the flirt.  I found out that his name was Bobby and
this was his fifth time participating in a show.  They showed pictures of
Bobby from his first four shows and it was obvious that he had been working
at improving his body.  The kid's development was impressive, at least to
me, for someone his age.  I laughed to myself when I looked at Bobby and
realized he was wearing posing trunks that were almost identical in color
to his all-over tan.  If the trunks didn't hide his boyhood, you would
swear the kid was naked, and he probably intended it that way.

The announcer was very complimentary about the boy.  It turned out that
Bobby was a ward of the state, having been abused and abandoned by his
family.  I found out later that the boy was sexually abused by his father
and older brother.  The father beat him and the brother beat him and
sexually abused the boy.  One of the caretakers at the boy's home was into
body building and was responsible for getting Bobby into it.  This made me
believe Bobby lived at a home and I wondered how he managed the over-all
tan in that environment.

My natural nosiness, and concern, had me asking questions later.  It turned
out that Bobby now lived with his maternal grandfather who supported the
boy's interest in body building.  He was willing to turn his head to some
of the boy's activities so long as they were not harmful and helped improve
his self-esteem.

Mike was contestant number six.  When he walked out, I was stunned.  I saw
Mike every day.  I had seen Mike standing in front of mirrors, flexing and
posing.  I was accustomed to him running around nude, sunbathing nude, and
everything else nude.  The kid standing on the podium, under those lights,
was striking!  I could not believe how those lights made his blonde hair,
which he refused to cut, almost glow.  The oil gave his skin a beautiful
sheen and the lights created shadows that accentuated every muscle in his
body.  He wore light yellow posing trunks that left very little to the
imagination.  If he hadn't been my son, I would have wanted to flirt with
him.

At the beginning of his routine, it was obvious that Mike was nervous and
more than a little uptight.  As he progressed he seemed to gain in
confidence and the smile changed from pasted on to genuine.  The highlight
came at the part where he was required to show muscle control.  Each
contestant did it a little differently, with most opting for some form of
alternating their pecs bouncing around.  One contestant turned and had his
glutes bouncing to the tune of the music.

Mike did his own thing, as usual, and did the ab roll routine.  Usually, he
just rolled the abs from top to bottom and back up several times.  This
time, he seemed to know the music and while he did let them roll from top
to bottom a couple of times, he also stopped them in the middle, made a
couple of bounces, and reversed the direction.  The people in the audience
screamed, whistled and cheered.  Was I proud of him?  That would be an
understatement.

                                           * * * *

David had to work during the latter half of the show and into the early
evening.  Mike received a certificate as most promising new comer for his
age group.  Bobby received a certificate for most improved.  I found out
later that the judges always had an award for Bobby at the shows.  Everyone
knew his story and wanted to encourage him.  He was a dynamo of energy and,
from what I could tell, a decent kid.

After the dinner and awards ceremony, the boys all disappeared to hold
their own celebration.  The adults had a little party, but the kids were
given their own space, music and whatever was considered appropriate for
kids their ages to enjoy themselves.  Also, after dinner, David joined me
in my suite.  Our first order of business was to get naked and enjoy the
Jacuzzi.

If you have never experienced being in a warm Jacuzzi with strong jets, a
glass of wine, and a sexy, hot, ready-to-go piece of nature's greatest
creation whose skin is smooth, soft, firm and slick, you should try it.
Maybe hot wasn't exactly the right word; horny would probably be more
accurate, mixed with a total lack of inhibitions.  That was my David.

We eased down in the tub, each holding a glass of wine.  I found a nice
strong jet to work on the lower part of my back while its sister jet
sprayed between my thighs.  David didn't bother to sit down until after he
straddled my lap.  We set the glasses of wine aside and, while he tried to
choke me by sucking my tongue out of my mouth, I pinched and twisted his
nipples.  David had gorgeous nipples.  They were plump and just the right
size to squeeze between thumb and forefinger. As soon as I touched them the
nubs became hard and he whimpered.  I could also feel him trying to squirm
his butt deeper into my lap.  He definitely needed attention, and lots of
it, this evening.

I jumped when I felt him pull and twist my left nipple.  He backed off from
our kiss long enough to smile and laugh.  While he distracted me with that
beautiful smile, his other hand moved down and found my right nipple.  He
wanted to play a game of pay-back.  I was willing to bet that I was better,
this time around.

Placing both hands under his firm butt, I lifted him.  He had to release my
nipples and place his hands on the wall to maintain his balance.  It was no
surprise that his manhood was standing out proud, and hard.  With his rod
level with my mouth, I ran my lips over the sensitive tip, eliciting a
sharp intake of breath and slight whimper from its owner.  Next, I opened
my mouth and positioned it over the head, careful not to touch him.
Inhaling through my nose, I exhaled slowly through my mouth; his breathing
picked up a little.  The cry I waited on came when my tongue began to
circle the head, bathing it and teasing the small slit.  I had to brace my
arms to control his wiggling hips, but I wouldn't let him down.

Every man enjoys oral stimulations to his package.  All men want to avoid
teeth making contact with the thin, silky skin encasing their dick.
Sliding my mouth deeper onto his dick, I didn't place my lips over my
teeth.  Instead, I allowed my teeth to just barely touch him and then,
using quick, short nibbles, ate my way down his shaft.

"OOOHHH GAAAAHHD! .  . .Rick . . .no . .don't . . .oh fuck! . . .mmmmppphhh
. . . oh man, nobody's ever done that . . . . .aaaaggggghhh."

My highly experience lover was experiencing something new.  I smiled to
myself.  It was satisfying to hear his reactions.  The pleasure was
enhanced knowing that both of us knew he shouldn't move at the risk of
hurting himself.  I held him there as long as I could while he whimpered
like a little puppy.  He was definitely mine.

Lowering him to my lap, I quickly wrapped my arms around him and tried to
stand.  He knew what I wanted and pushed up on the side of the tub with his
arms.  I carried him out onto the balcony where I sat on the chaise.
Leaning back, he placed his knees to the side of my hips and looked down at
me.

"That was not nice," David told me.  "But it sure was hot.  I thought I was
going to lose it all when you deep throated me."

"I pulled him down and suckled his nipples; first the left; then the right.
While I nibbled and licked his nipples he had a firm grip on my manhood
which he was stroking up and down his crack.  He pulled back and, in one
movement, swallowed all of me.  Talk about ready to lose it all.  I bounced
up off the chaise, but he didn't move.  When he did release me, he lay so I
could again suckle his nipples.  I felt his arm moving and knew he was
making himself ready.  When he moved again, he held my shaft firmly,
guiding himself into position.  I expected him to slide down onto me,
gently.  When the head cleared his sphincter, he plunged the full length.

"AAAAHHH!!" David cried out and began panting.

At first, I was worried.  He had done this with me before, but I hadn't
played with him to get him prepared.  He raised himself up, barely leaving
me in him.  Smiling down at me, he rotated his hips, teasing me.  Suddenly,
he plunged again and again; he cried out each time.  This time I felt the
sensitive head as it plunged along the silkiness of his inner shaft, and I
cried out with him.

We lay on the chaise for a long time.  He lay on me and I held him as he
gently rode me.  Sometimes he would stop and I would raise my legs, gently
pumping myself in and out of his magnificent body.  We kissed and cuddled
while he flexed his inner muscles, always stopping just before he pushed me
over the edge.  Somewhere along the way, his dick rubbing along my stomach
caused him to orgasm, more than once.  His fluids acted like a lubricant to
make our mating easier.  With both of us feeling exhausted, he finally took
me over the edge and I felt like my balls were going to explode.  The
combination of pain and pleasure was exquisite.  Afterwards, he lay on top
of me and I rubbed his back while we recovered.

"Am I interruptin' anything?"  I recognized Michael's voice and he's the
only one who would ask such a question.  David and I raised our heads
simultaneously to look at him.  There stood Michael wearing nothing but a
pair of posing trunks.

"Not really.  We were just resting," David told him.

"Oh, good, 'cause I didn't wanna mess anything up.  Ya know?"  I couldn't
believe it, he believed David.  I wasn't surprised; after all, it took
common sense to realize David was being facetious.

"Michael, I'm afraid to ask.  However, why are you . . ."

"Dad, I'm sorry," Michael sounded almost like he was pleading. "David was
just shittin' me, right?"

"Yes, Michael, David was being facetious, or as you put it, he was just
shittin' ya.  However, now that you are here, I'm sure there is a reason,
right?"

'Yeah, but it can wait until tomorrow."

"Oh, no.  Now that you are here, we want to hear it."  I told him.

"Well, if you're sure."  I just stared at him.  "Okay, it's about the
party.  You know, the one after the awards and all?  All the boys had ta go
back and put on fresh posing trunks.  We all went into this room where they
had some finger foods and drinks for us and there was some music too.
Anyway, almost soon as I get there this kid, you know the one, Bobby, comes
runnin' up to me and says he wants ta have sex with me and before I can
answer, the little brat pulls my trunks out and grabs Little Mikey.  I
couldn't believe it.  I mean, he's so young and he don't know me from Adam,
right?

"I told him he didn't even know me and he was too young.  That's when he
told me that he's had the hots for me ever since I got here.  Remember how
he pranced around and wiggled his ass in front of us earlier?"  I nodded my
head and wished this would be over soon.  "Anyhow, he claims that some of
the other boys dared him to come up to me and tell me he wanted ta have
sex.  I told him they were right 'cause he was nothin' but trouble for me
if I did it.  He claimed that the doors were closed and it was off limits
to adults for the night.  Then he told me I wouldn't believe some of the
shit that was gonna happen.  He laughed and asked me why I thought we got
almost naked before starting the party.  He said it was ta save time.

"Anyhow, he also told me that there was a bet goin' and if I didn't let him
suck my cock, that he was gonna have ta let one of the other guys fuck 'im.
Dad, can you believe this shit?  This kid is standin' in the middle of the
room with all these other guys listenin', tellin' me this stuff."

"Okay, I'll take the hint," I told him.  "What did you do?"

"What could I do?  I asked him who he was gonna let fuck him.  He said he
wanted me ta do it, that way he'd get a taste of my dick win or lose.
That's when I found out he was a virgin.  I told him there was no way I was
gonna fuck him, win or lose.  He's too young, Dad.  I told him he needed ta
wait and keep that part of him for someone special."

"Back to my question.  What did you do?"  It was an effort to keep my
patience.

"One of the guys whispered in my ear that Bobby wasn't a pure virgin.
Maybe he had'n been ass fucked, but he had a talented mouth.  Bobby said if
I didn't let him have sex with me, the guys would razz him forever.  He
didn't wait for an answer before he was reaching for Little Mikey again.  I
let him hold Little Mikey but told him that if he blew me then he had to
let me do somethin' to him."  This time I looked at Michael without saying
anything.

"Dad, you wouldn't believe this kid.  He may be young, but he sure knew how
to work Little Mikey down his throat.  When he swallowed me, my legs gave
out and I fell to my knees.  He never stopped suckin'.  Not even when I
rolled onto the floor and pulled him over me.  While he sucked me, I rimmed
him.  He had a real nice pucker.  That little brat pulled two loads outta
me.  If he'd been older, I would'n a minded . . . ."

"Micheal." He kept rattling on.  "Michael, look at me." I said firmly.

"Sir?"

"Goodnight, Michael, goodnight."

"Oh.  Guess you guys want to be left alone.  Okay, I can tell ya the rest
tomorrow.  I gotta get back to the party," He called back as he went out
the door.  "It's like bobby said though, you would'n believe the shit that
goes on at these parties.  I can't wait till the next one."

"The rest?' I said looking at David.  "There's more than him sixty-nining
with a thirteen year old in the middle of a party?"  I sat there a
moment. "I think I could use another glass of wine."

"Make it two.  I can't wait to hear what the staff will be saying
tomorrow."


End Ch Thirty-nine

To be continued

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