Date: Mon, 13 Jun 2011 06:11:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: Henry Brooks <hankster1430@bellsouth.net>
Subject: Chance Encounter  Short Story

Kerry was a small town southern boy from a very poor family.  His dad died
in a construction accident when he was two years old, leaving his mother
alone to support him and his four year old sister.  If Penny Garrity did
not have the support of Kerry's grandmother, she would never have made it.
She worked all day in a small textile plant, the likes of which were
scattered throughout the southeast.  After work, she ran to The Main Street
Diner where she waited tables for five more hours until the place closed at
eleven.  Penny's mother, Sarah, was also a widow and she lived with Penny
and the children.  Fortunately for Penny and her kids, it was Sarah's
pleasure to care for the children, keep the house clean, and make the
meals.  Between the four of them, they managed to eke by.

In his eighteenth year, Kerry was a senior in high school.  There was no
hope of his getting a college education without some sort of scholarship.
His grades were mediocre, but Kerry had a good chance of snaring a
wrestling scholarship to the State University.  He was a solidly built,
muscular lad who stood only five feet, seven inches tall.  He had a
wrestler's body for sure, and he had worked his way to the state finals in
Raleigh.  It was there that he hoped to be spotted by some college scouts
who held his future in their hands.

A few days before he was scheduled to take a bus to Raleigh, his coach
developed pneumonia.  Kerry was devastated, but Coach Burns urged him to go
on without him.  On the following Friday morning, with his small suitcase
in his hand, and his ticket to an education in his pocket, Kerry boarded
the bus during a light snowfall.  As the bus climbed higher into the
mountains of North Carolina, the snow got thicker and the bus fell more and
more behind schedule.  It finally arrived five hours late.  Even if Kerry
had a cell phone it would not have occurred to him to call ahead to the
hotel to confirm his late arrival and to hold his room.  He was delayed
even further trying to get a cab to take him to the hotel.

Because of the snow storm, many local business men could not get out of the
city, and were attempting to book rooms at the city's hotels.  When Kerry
failed to show up six hours after check in time, his hotel finally booked
his room to one of a line up of men and women trying to secure a room for
the night.  One of the lucky ones was 28 year old Clayton Reilly, a very
successful young attorney.  There was no way he could maneuver his tiny
sports car through this terrible storm, so he left his car in the parking
garage and headed straight for the hotel, which was walking distance from
his office.  Clay lived only twenty miles outside of town on an estate he
had recently inherited from his parents.  They were killed a year earlier
in a tragic bus accident while touring Spain.  Clay was only 27 at the
time.

Clay was a handsome, blond, blue eyed, six footer.  He often got lucky
during the day, and would then enjoy a tryst in his office during the
evening hours.  For that reason he always kept a razor, shaving cream,
toothbrush and toothpaste in his office, as well as fresh underwear.  He
stuffed these into his attaché case, and trudged to the hotel.
Coincidently he was given the room which had been intended for Kerry and
Coach Burns.

Clay headed straight for his room, which contained two queen size beds.  He
undressed, showered, changed underwear, shaved, and brushed his teeth.  Now
freshened up, he went down stairs to the hotel dining room.  He wanted to
get there while they still had a good menu selection.  On the way to the
dining room he had to pass through the lobby and something caught his
attention.

There was a very handsome, stocky young man pleading with the hotel clerk
to find him a room, but the clerk was explaining that there were no more
rooms available.  He had arrived too late and had lost his reservation, but
he could spend the night in the lobby if he wanted to.

"Look man, I'm in a wrestling competition tomorrow.  I've got to get some
rest," Kerry was pleading.  The clerk raised his shoulders and turned away.
Kerry just stood there, looking forlorn, not knowing what to do.

For the rest of his life, Clay could not explain to himself why he did,
what he did, next.  It was an act completely contrary to his nature.
Generally he was shy and mistrustful of strangers, but there was something
about this boy that he found appealing and pathetic at the same time.  So,
almost without conscious thought, he approached the solemn looking
stranger.  He was drawn to the boy's good looks, curly black hair and blue
eyes, which now mirrored his despair.

"Hello," he said, "I don't mean to be nosy, but I couldn't help overhear
your conversation with the desk clerk."

"I don't know what to do now," Kerry answered.  "I need to be rested and
fresh for the competition tomorrow and Sunday.  It's my only shot at a
college scholarship."

"Look," Clay explained.  "There are two queen size beds in my room and I
can only use one at a time.  Why don't you bunk with me tonight?  Depending
on the weather, you'll probably have a private room tomorrow."

"Gee, that's really nice of you," Kerry grinned his winning smile at Clay,
"but it wouldn't be right and I couldn't share the cost.  My room was going
to be paid for by my coach."

"That's no problem," Clay answered.  "I won't be paying a penny more if you
join me.  Anyway, I think it would be nice to have company when one is
snowbound, don't you agree?"

"I don't know about two guys sharing a room, especially strangers," Kerry
went on making excuses.  Clay began to laugh.

"Relax buddy," he said.  "I prefer women."  Actually this was a lie.  Clay
did not care who he fucked, male or female.  All he needed was a warm body
with a willing, welcoming receptacle, and he was more than satisfied.  The
truth was that he did find this young man attractive, but he had no idea if
he was jail bait or not, and he had no intention of finding out.

He held out his hand to Kerry.  "Look kid," he said, "it's really cool with
me if you stay in my room, so why don't you just say yes.  My name is Clay
Reilly.  What's yours?"

"Kerry Garrity.  I think we're both Irish."

"Well, Irish descent, at least," Clay grinned back at Kerry.  "Have you had
dinner yet?"

Kerry shook his head.

"I'm headed to the dining room.  I'd love some company.  It's my treat, and
while we are eating you can tell me all about the competition.  You said
that it was really important to you."

After dinner, they entered their room and closed the door behind them.  "I
need to use the bathroom," Kerry said, but before using it, he began to
undress.  He stripped to his jockey shorts, and hung up his clothes
carefully.  Then he placed the contents of his suitcase carefully in a
dresser drawer, making sure that his wrestling attire was carefully laid
out.  Finally he went to the bathroom.

As soon as Kerry was out of sight, Clay stripped to his boxers and hung up
his clothes just as carefully as Kerry had.  Then he hesitated.  He always
slept nude and was debating what to do.  Finally he made his decision and
stripped off his underwear.  He slithered quickly under the blankets of the
bed he had chosen for himself.  When Kerry came out of the bathroom, Clay
laughed to himself.  Kerry tossed his shorts on the dresser and was as
naked as Clay.

"I hope it's OK with you, but I always sleep naked," Kerry explained.

"It's fine with me," Clay said as he pulled off the covers to reveal his
own nudity.  Now it was Kerry's turn to laugh.

Two healthy young men will never waste an opportunity to check each other
out.  They gave each other the once over before Kerry slipped under his
covers.  Neither man was circumcised.  Kerry was only about three and a
half inches flaccid, but he was as thick as his body was stubby.  Clay had
a fleeting thought that Kerry's cock up someone's vagina or ass would be
hurtful.  Clay was longer by an inch and much thinner.  Both men wondered
what the other measured when hard.  They didn't think about it much, but
they would get the opportunity to find out in the morning.

When Clay first entered the room before dinner, he found it to be quite
chilly so he turned up the heat.  Before retiring he neglected to turn down
the thermostat, and during the night, the room got very warm.  In their
sleep they both kicked off their covers.

Clay awakened about 2 AM.  He needed to pee badly, but he didn't want to
disturb Kerry.  He tried to hold it in but he couldn't.  He had to creep by
Kerry's bed to go to the bathroom.  As he did so he glanced at the sleeping
wrestler.  It was too dark to see anything, but when Clay turned on the
bathroom light, he glanced back at Kerry.  Now there was enough light for
him to see the entire room dimly.  The boy was lying flat on his back.
Both his arms were over his head and his legs were spread eagled.  His cock
was at full mast.  Kerry's cock had doubled in size, both in length and
girth.  His manhood reflected his stocky, muscular torso.  It was a perfect
fit.  Clay could only liken it to a ramrod, and he shuddered.  He had felt
a few cocks up his ass in his time, but the thought of this one penetrating
him was frightening.  As frightened as he was, he noted that his already
hard cock grew harder and longer.  Peeing was difficult, but he finally
started to squirt and little by little he began to soften.  He returned to
bed and retreated under the bedspread, but moments after he fell asleep, he
kicked the covers off again.

Kerry awoke about 5:30.  The first thing he did was glance out the window
at the relentless coming of the dawn.  He was pleased to see that it had
stopped snowing and that there were big gaps in the clouds.  Soon the sky
would be blue.  He got out of bed and took a quick glance at Clay to see if
he had disturbed his benefactor.  Of course his eyes went directly to
Clay's cock which was fully erect.  Kerry smiled.  Clay was at least eight
inches long, but not very wide around, maybe half as much as he himself.
That made Clay about average girth.  The boy went into the bathroom and
peed.  When he got out, Clay was up and smiling at him.

"Good morning," Clay said.  "What time do you have to be at the arena?"

"I have to get there by ten and my first match is at eleven.  The matches
are open to the public.  Would you like to come along and be my cheering
section?" Kerry asked hopefully.

"I sure would," Clay answered enthusiastically.  "It's Saturday and I
haven't got a damn thing to do all weekend."

Encouraged, Kerry reached into his suitcase and drew out a bottle of baby
oil.  He held it out to Clay.  I usually shower before a match, and before
I shower my coach gives me a rubdown.  That and the shower help me to relax
my body.  Could I ask you to give me a rubdown?"

"No problem," Clay answered and his cock began to rise.  He made no attempt
to hide it.

"Of course," Kerry said, "I usually wear a pair of gym shorts when Coach
massages me, but since we're both naked anyway and have both seen each
other, I'll just stay naked if you don't mind."

"I don't mind at all," Clay said.  "Roll on your stomach.  I'll start with
your back."

Clay did not massage Kerry like a pro, but he rubbed the oil all over his
body and kneaded the same muscles that his masseur always did after one of
his frequent workouts.  These workouts had given Clay a hard, muscular, no
nonsense body.  He rubbed the oil on Kerry's butt and occasionally he
lightly let a finger trace through the boy's crack, but he made no attempt
to enter and contact was brief.  Kerry was purring like a kitten.

After one time when Clay ran his finger across Kerry's ass hole, the boy
mumbled something like, "That feels so damn good.  Do it again."

Clay was enjoying his job and getting aroused, but he knew he had to
control himself.  "How old are you?" he finally ventured to ask.

"I was eighteen last month," Kerry replied.  Clay smiled to himself and
finally told Kerry to roll over so that he could do his front.  Kerry did
as he was asked and as he flattened himself out on the bed, both men began
to laugh.

"I thought you weren't into guys," Kerry said, pointing at Clay's enormous
boner.

"How about you, dude?" Clay countered, pointing at Kerry's overwhelming
hardon.  "Don't get the wrong idea about me," Clay continued, "it's just a
morning woodie.  I haven't peed yet."

"Don't let me stop you then," the boy said.

"It can wait until we are done here," Clay said.  He began to rub baby oil
over Kerry's chest, arms and legs, occasionally kneading his shoulders, abs
and pecs.  He hesitated for a moment then he rubbed oil high up on Kerry's
inner thighs, making sure that he occasionally brushed Kerry's balls.
Kerry did not seem to mind at all.  When there was no part of Kerry that
wasn't covered in oil, Clay capped the bottle and put it on the dresser.

"I think you'd better use the shower first and get all that gook off you,"
Clay advised.  Kerry smiled, jumped out of bed and headed for the shower.
He didn't bother to close the bathroom door.  As soon as Clay heard the
water running he realized that he still had to pee.  Without intending to
disturb Kerry, he went into the bathroom.  The shower door was partially
steamed up, but Clay could clearly see Kerry masturbating under the
cascading water.  His face was turned up and the water was running down his
head.

Clay peed and was about to leave when he heard Kerry begin to make animal
like noises.  It sounded like his climax was near.  Clay lost all reason.
He jumped into the shower, fell to his knees and finished Kerry off with
his tongue and his lips.  Kerry did not attempt to stop him.  Instead he
put his hands on Clay's head and pushed his cock deeper inside the man's
mouth.  Clay's jaw ached from Kerry's oversized cock, and he was glad the
youth came so quickly.  Nearly gagging, he managed to swallow most of
Kerry's cum.  When Kerry began to soften, he finally released his hold and
stood up.  He didn't know what to expect and he suddenly grew frightened at
what Kerry might say or do.

Kerry wrapped his wrestler's arms around Clay.  Then he put his right hand
behind Clay's head and pulled him down for a long passionate kiss.  When he
released him, he suddenly fell to his knees and took Clay's raging member
into his mouth, and he returned the favor which Clay had so recently
granted to him.  Clay came screaming loudly and thrusting like a mad man,
but Kerry held firm.  Afterward they washed each other in silence.  Once
dried, they began to dress.  Not a word had been said between them since
Clay had his orgasm.

Finally Clay broke the silence.  "I want to apologize.  I lied to you," he
said.  "I like women a lot and I have fucked plenty of them, but I have
probably been with more men than women in my life.  I have to admit, I
prefer sex with men."

Kerry smiled.  "I forgot to mention before that in addition to the shower
and the rub down, I whack off before every match.  It's my trinity for
relaxation and that helps me win matches."

"But you aren't addressing the incident that occurred between us in the
shower," Clay said.  "I've admitted that I prefer men and that you are
really attractive to me.  Please tell me about yourself.  After all you did
go down on me, and I think it was more than mere gratitude."

Kerry smiled and kissed Clay on the cheek.  "I have a girl friend," he
said, "and she has jerked me off a couple of times and I have fingered her,
but we haven't ever had real sex.  I have a buddy who I have known since
kindergarten.  Tim and I have sex all the time together.  It's fantastic,
satisfying sex.  I even prefer it when Tim whacks me off than when Edie
does.  Also he sucks me off to perfection, or I thought he did, until you
did it to me.  I know I'm gay, but I don't think Tim is.  I'm just handy
for him to have around when he needs relief.  In fact, I think he has been
seeing a girl, and we have slowed down a lot.  You are a fantastic lover,
Clay.  How can I ever thank you?"

"By letting me spend the weekend with you and by you winning all your
matches, and going to college.  If you ever want to study law, you can
always come to work for me."  He wanted to say, be my lover.  I'm rich.  I
can pay your way through college.  Please don't ever leave me. But he
didn't say it.  He didn't want to scare the lad away.

Clay took Kerry's hand and Kerry asked, "Do you have any lube? I don't.
Could we buy some condoms and lube before we go to bed tonight?  I would
like to stay over with you even if I lose today."

Kerry had three matches scheduled for the first day of competition.  The
first was at 11 AM, the second at 2 PM and the third at 5 PM.  If he won
them all, he would return the next day for three more matches at the same
hours.  The first match of day two was the quarter finals, the second was
the semis, and the last match would be for the State championship.

Clay was at mat side for all three matches.  He cheered and yelled louder
than anyone else there.  Kerry heard every roar of encouragement from his
new lover.  He was inspired to new heights of perfection, and he won every
match easily.  Between the first two matches, Clay left the arena and
bought the condoms and lube Kerry had requested.  Even as his cock throbbed
with anticipation, he worried if he could take Kerry into him.  He vowed to
try as hard as he could, and endure any pain he might suffer.  He wanted
Kerry inside of him, and that was that.

At the end of the third match, Kerry ran over to Clay and the two men
hugged in a manly fashion, but Kerry whispered to Clay, "I need to call
Coach Burns and I have to shower here or it wouldn't seem right, but when
we get back to the hotel, let's shower together."

Clay smiled at Kerry and whispered back, "I bought what you requested.
Hurry, love.  I'll meet you in the lobby of the arena's main entrance."

They had dinner in a four star restaurant near the hotel.  Clay ordered
champagne for himself to toast Kerry's victories.  He ordered a coke for
Kerry.  Kerry would only eat a light chicken dinner, but Clay dined on a
tasty filet mignon steak.  They both had ice cream for dessert.  Clay
usually liked to linger awhile after a big dinner, but this evening, he
rushed them back to the hotel.  "If I don't fuck you soon, I'll go crazy,"
he whispered to Kerry as they exited the restaurant.

Clay had no trouble entering Kerry's greased up asshole.  After he came he
expressed surprise, so Kerry explained.  "When Tim and I started to have
sex, we both had little boy weenies.  As we grew, and our cocks swelled,
our assholes adapted slowly.  Sorry to say love, but Tim is much wider
around than you, but you are longer.  I just hope we can stretch you enough
to take me in."

Clay kissed Kerry and said, "Fuck me as hard as you want to.  I don't care
how much it hurts, I want you inside of me.  Lie on your back and let me
sit down on you.  That should be the easiest way."

"OK," Kerry said, "but let me prepare you."  He had Clay lie on his stomach
and he greased his fingers.  He entered Clay a finger at a time, stretching
him and reaming him with each entry.  Clay had been fucked by some pretty
big cocks and he took three fingers well.  It was the fourth that gave him
pain, but Kerry kept gently kneading him.

"Now!" Clay said simply.  Kerry turned on his back and had trouble putting
on the condom.  It was too small.  He looked at Clay in dismay.

"Forget about it," Clay said.  Kerry had softened a bit so Clay began to
suck him and instantly he was hard again.  Clay straddled him, and slowly
started his descent.  Kerry guided his cock to Clay's anal opening.  Clay
had no trouble until Kerry's monster reached his sphincter.  Clay hesitated
for a moment and then plunged his body downward.  The pain and burning were
nearly unbearable and Clay screamed out his anguish.

"Pull off," Kerry commanded.

"Never," Clay said.  He sat still on his lover and little by little the
pain began to ease.  Clay moved his hips slightly to see if the pain was
really going.  When he did, Kerry's cock rubbed against Clay's prostate.
He moved again.  The pain was turning to pleasure.  Little by little he
began to pump harder and Kerry began to pump with him.

Clay had believed that he would want Kerry to come quickly, but now he
hoped the boy would last forever.  Unfortunately an eighteen year old youth
cannot last long at all.  When it was over, they wrapped up in each other's
arms and fell fast asleep.

When they awakened the following morning they repeated the ritual of the
morning before.  Having been relaxed by a rubdown, a shower and an orgasm
Kerry was now ready for the quarter finals.  He had more difficulty with
the quarter and semi finals than he had with his earlier matches, but he
prevailed.  Since he had no coach, Clay went into the locker room with him
and massaged his aching muscles before the championship round.

Kerry called his coach before the final match.  Coach Burns gave him words
of encouragement and said that even if he lost the match, surely he would
be scouted for a scholarship.  When Kerry told Clay what his coach had
said, Clay's face got red.

"Utter nonsense," he raved.  "You are not going to lose this one.  You are
going to be our state champion and make your family and me as proud as
peacocks."  Kerry could only smile at Clay's optimism.

Clay had every reason to be optimistic.  His parents had endowed a
scholarship fund at State to be awarded annually to a needy, worthy high
school senior.  On the first anniversary of their deaths two weeks ago,
Clay had added another $10,000.00 to the scholarship fund, and another
$10,000.00 to the school's operating fund.  He promised to contribute
something once a year on the anniversary of his parents' deaths.  If Kerry
didn't get the wrestling scholarship, he would call the President of the
University and insist that Kerry be this year's recipient of the Margaret
and Joseph Reilly Scholarship Fund award.

Kerry won a long, tough and grueling match.  At the end, he sat on a stool
and sobbed.  Clay called Coach Burns for him, and told the coach that he
was a friend of Kerry's.  The champ was too overcome to talk to anyone. He
asked the coach to please convey the good news to Kerry's family.  He also
told him that Kerry would return home the next evening because he was too
worked up to take tonight's bus.  The coach thanked Clay for looking after
his protégé and he hung up.

When finally Kerry had recovered his composure, Clay told him to get his
stuff from the locker room.  "I've checked out of the hotel," he said.
"All our stuff is in my car.  You are spending the night with me in my
home.  Is that OK with you?"

Kerry just smiled.  When the two men entered Clay's house, Kerry was
speechless.  The magnificence of the front hall overwhelmed him.  The
entrance was larger by far than Kerry's whole house.  They were greeted by
Lucille, a rather portly, middle aged, pleasant looking woman.  Clay
introduced her to Kerry as his "chief cook and bottle washer."  Lucille had
worked for the Reilly family even before Clay was born, and she was like a
second mother to him, especially after his own mom died.

Clay gave his lover a tour of the house.  On the main level there was a
kitchen the size of the kitchen at the hotel they had just stayed at.
There was a fairly large living room, a library, two powder rooms, and a
dining room on the first level.  The dining room contained a table that sat
twenty.

"There's a wine cellar in the basement," Clay said.  "I'll show that to you
in the morning, but let's go upstairs now."  He led Kerry up a long winding
staircase that started in the front entrance hall.  Kerry was too awe
stricken to say anything.  He just followed Clay like a sheep to slaughter.

When they reached the top of the stairs, Clay said, "There are five
bedrooms on this level including the master suite.  Each bedroom has its
own bathroom.  There are four bedrooms on the next level up.  Each of two
bedrooms shares a bathroom so there are only two bathrooms up there."

Kerry finally found his tongue.  "Why didn't you tell me you were so rich?
I've never seen anything like this."

"I wanted you to like me for me, not for my money," Clay joked.  He grabbed
Kerry, kissed him and led him to the master bath.

"You stink," he said.  "That's my fault.  I didn't give you a chance to
bathe until we got home."  They entered the master bathroom and Kerry could
only gawk.  The back wall was one long window, and under the window was a
sunken bath tub that six people could use at one time.  On each side of the
room there was a stall shower and a vanity.  The entire room, floor, walls
and ceilings, were tiled in a light sky blue color.

"What's your pleasure?" Clay asked.  "Shower or bath?"

"Bath," Kerry answered.  "If you'll join me."

They cavorted for hours in the tub, which Clay filled to capacity with hot
soapy water.  They both fucked each other twice under water, using soap as
lubricant.  Both forgot that they hadn't eaten dinner, and neither man was
hungry.  While they were drying themselves, they fell to their knees
alternately and sucked each other off for yet another orgasm.  It was
nearly midnight when they finally fell asleep in Clay's large king size
bed.  They slept until noon when the telephone awakened them.  It was
Lucille who had become alarmed, and was checking on her boy.

"Your secretary has been calling all morning wondering where you were.  I
just told her you wouldn't be in today.  You better call her," she told
Clay.

They showered quickly, dressed and went downstairs.  Since there was just
the two of them, they ate in the kitchen.  Lucille had prepared a delicious
brunch, which included mimosas.  Since the competition was over, Clay
allowed Kerry to indulge himself.  After breakfast, Clay showed Kerry
around his estate.  Kerry thought that he had died and gone to heaven.

"My bus leaves at 3:30," he reminded Clay.

"I know.  I don't want you to leave me.  Please don't leave me," Clay
sobbed.  "I love you so much."

"I love you more," Kerry protested, "but we have to be practical.  I have
three more months to graduation and then hopefully, I'll be off to
college."

"If you go to State, you can live at home with me," Clay expressed his
optimism again.  "I'll even pay you to work in my office part time."

Kerry laughed.  "Nobody has offered me a scholarship yet."

"I'm not worried.  You'll get your scholarship," Clay smiled at Kerry.
"Don't take the bus," he said suddenly.  "I'll drive you home.  I want to
meet your family."

"My sister got married six months ago, and lives in Georgia, and my mom
won't be home from work until after 11 PM, so the only one you can meet is
my grandmother.  I haven't told anyone yet that I'm gay so it's just not a
good idea."

"We'll tell them together then, and we'll tell them we're in love.  I'll
move your mother and grandmother, here.  This place is way too big for one
man.  Let's fill it up, and let's put my money to good use.  Your mother
and grandmother will never have to work again."

Kerry laughed, "You're crazy, you know," he said.

"Yes, crazy in love.  Come, let's throw your stuff in my car and I'll pack
an overnight bag."

Driving out of Raleigh, Clay observed, "The snow's all gone."

"Yes, I see," Kerry said.  The snow storm was freakish, but if it hadn't
happened, we would not have met."

"I have always believed in fate.  I believe in it now even more strongly,"
Clay said.  He laid his hand on Kerry's knee and they smiled at each other.