Date: Thu, 18 Jun 2009 08:04:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: firehose Joe <firehosejoe@yahoo.com>
Subject: To Thine Own Self Be True Chapter 36

This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Shakespeare (Hamlet)

Thanks to Chael for assistance in editing and proofing the story. This
is wholly fictional with no reference intended to persons alive or dead.

Please do not distribute to other sites without permission of the
author. Comments can be sent to firehosejoe@yahoo.com

From the previous chapter:

Zach noticed the momentary hesitation in Alejandro's words. He knew he
would miss Alejandro when he left. Was he feeling something else? Deciding
to risk it he asked, "Just not done with the night or," he paused, "not
done with me for the night?"

Zach was met with a raised eyebrow and a smile.

"Both." Alejandro answered.

Grabbing Zach by the elbow, Alejandro teasingly dragged him into the lobby
and elevator for their quick trip to the condo.

Chapter 36

The paneled, brass-trimmed doors hissed shut. Alejandro pulled Zach into
him. Their lips met for a fiery, albeit brief, kiss. They both pulled apart
at the faint tone announcing they had arrived at their destination.

Their eyes locked momentarily. Promises and challenges filled the air with
sexual tension as they looked at each other. Turning quickly, Alejandro
found his key and made a bee-line for the condo door. With a wry smile, he
looked down and could see his sex swelling, pushing against his tux pant
leg.

Pushing open the door he strode in, turned and waited for Zach. He didn't
have to wait long. Zach kicked the door shut with his heel as he reached
with both hands for Alejandro's head. Lips searched for lips. Tongues
sought to devour the other. Alejandro's hands grabbed Zach's muscular
buttocks and pulled their bodies together, grinding their growing erections
against each other.

Zach pushed away. "These clothes have got to go," he murmured with a husky
voice as much to himself as to Alejandro. Grabbing the end of his bow tie,
he pulled it and tossed it aside. Beginning to struggle with the studs in
his shirt he muttered, "Fuck it!" as he grabbed the barely opened collar
and roughly pulled the shirt apart.

A couple of studs flew across the room. As Alejandro watched, time seemed
to stop as he traced the arc of one of the gold and lapis lazuli gemstone
studs as it flew across the room, as if in slow motion. As Alejandro
watched, he saw Zach rip off his white tee shirt and push down his pants
and briefs as he stepped out of his patent leather loafers.

Alejandro quickly began to strip off his clothes. Zach's feverish hands
worked the tab of Alejandro's trousers. Alejandro removed his shirt and his
own tee shirt quickly.

Soon both men stood naked and hard, wearing only black socks. Zach looked
down and the sight struck him as funny. Trying to hold it in, he made funny
noises in his throat and nose. Alejandro looked up questioningly. Zach
simply pointed down. Soon they were both laughing out loud.

Grabbing Zach's hand, Alejandro, still laughing, pulled him along until
they were at the foot of the bed. Pushing Zach back, Alejandro grabbed one
foot, then the other as he pulled off Zach's socks. Falling between Zach's
legs, Alejandro began his assault on his friend's abs, pecs and finally
devouring his mouth.

Their shared sex was rough, hurried, fevered and mutually satisfying. Still
lying atop Zach, his head hanging slightly as he caught his breath,
Alejandro muttered mostly to himself, "Well that will sure take the edge
off the wrestling match this evening."

"Serves you right you, horny Minotaur," Zach retorted. Pausing for a
moment, he continued, "So you ready for some nightlife? Planning to head
back to the Grapple Grotto and challenge Trevor?"

Raising his head, Alejandro smiled at Zach. "Would you mind if we did?"

Noting the 'we'", Zach replied with a challenging smile and wink, "Can only
think of one or two ways to better end the evening and we can work those in
after you get your ass whipped." Zach laughed lasciviously.

"Don't think I missed that 'Work those in'. And you call me horny!" laughed
Alejandro. "First I've got to get some real food in me. You hungry?"

Sitting across from each other at the small kitchen table they ate lasagna
and sipped some red wine.

"This too much for you?" Zach asked with some concern. "I mean I know the
food at the reception was not much but don't get stuffed."

"You kidding?" Alejandro responded in surprise. "I could eat the entire
pan. But I know what you mean. No, this will be okay. I should have left
off the wine but hey, I'm not looking for a gold medal here, just a good
match."

Wrinkling his forehead and looking closely at Zach he said, "You've got
something just below your chin." Keeping a straight face, Alejandro watched
as Zach rubbed his skin. "You got it. I think it was just a little dried
cum that was trying to find your mouth." Alejandro laughed.

Zach cuffed Alejandro on the shoulder and joined in the laugh. "When do you
think we should show up at Grapple Grotto?"

"You think eight-thirty would be too soon?" Alejandro asked.

"No, there will probably be people there by then, maybe even some wrestling
going on," Zach replied.

They moved to the living room with their wine, still dressed only in their
briefs they'd gathered from the pool of clothes near the door. Spying a
glitter on the carpet, Alejandro leaned over and rescued a shirt
stud. Fingering it, he let the light play across the surface of the royal
blue stone.

"We'd better collect our clothes and make sure we find all the shirt
studs. This is handsome. What kind of stone is it?" Alejandro asked.

Zach told Alejandro the name along with a brief history of the
stone. "Legend has it that it was part of the Magi's gift to the
Christ. These were a gift from my Father one Christmas the first time I was
included at one of the formal social events of the season. I hope I haven't
lost one."

As they looked, locating all the studs, Alejandro asked Zach about Winston
Meed. Zach filled him in, giving him what information he remembered.

"I don't think he works, the way most people think of work. He's been a
fixture around town since I started being aware of who the players
were. Pretty sure he's old money. I do know he's active on lots of
committees and boards. Mom has spoken of him – primarily of his
generosity to causes he loves. He obviously got along great with your
grandparents. You going to look him up and talk to him?" Zach asked.

"Yeah, definitely," Alejandro replied.

They continued talking about Winston and Zach's speculations based on
comments overheard from his mother. They collected their clothes dropped
earlier, and hung them up as Zach asked about their upcoming visit to the
Grotto.

With a glint in his eye, Zach looked at Alejandro and asked, "So how do you
think the match with Trev will go? You think you can take him. You know
he's not going to be the `walk in the park' that I was. You may just get
your ass whipped." Zach's hand found his thickening shaft and gave it a
squeeze as he grinned his challenge.

Alejandro noticed, smiling. "Getting a boner thinking about that, aren't
you? You know if I get my ass whipped, which is altogether possible, I'm
not sure you're going to be getting any action except nursing my sore
body." Alejandro watched Zach's expressions change.

"Hey, I'm not encouraging you or anything. Do you think it's safe? I mean
you don't know anything about him except Rex vouched for him." Gone was
some of the eagerness. Zach's face began to reflect concern.

"It'll be okay. Hey, you've got my back if things so south," Alejandro
assured.

"Fat lot of good I'd do," laughed Zach in reaction.

"Come on, if Trev started to injure me, you'd jump in, I'm sure." Alejandro
kept up his teasing.

"Enough of your sarcasm. I know I'm not very good but, yes, if you got in a
real jam, I'd be on Trev like white on rice," Zach said with a touch of
tender earnestness that seemed to contradict the teasing Alejandro
intended.

Alejandro wondered at the tone and expression. `What is going on here? Time
to change the subject' he thought.

"Good. As long as I know I'm not alone out there, it'll be fun. Let's get
dressed and I'll grab some gear. It would be fun to see some action before
I'm incapacitated." Alejandro added the last with a smile.

"Uh, don't think a business suit will be appropriate for this gathering of
Frisco's finest. Do you?" Zach asked with arched sarcasm and a smile,
reminding Alejandro that they'd need to swing by Zach's for a change.

"Sorry. Let me get a move on. I'll be ready to go in a minute," Alejandro
said.

The guys went to the bedroom to gather clothes and dress for the rest of
their evening.

"You want to go clubbing after we leave the Grotto, assuming I don't have
to carry you out?" Zach asked with a chuckle. "I've got a leather vest and
a flannel that would fit you; maybe a bit long but it would do. We could
hit some of the leather bars. You think you'd enjoy that experience?"

"That might be fun. I'm not on a tight schedule tomorrow just so long as I
get back to Chicago by six o'clock. Let's have some fun," Alejandro
answered deciding to wait until later to say anything about his previous
bar experience with Charles.

Back at his own condo, Zach quickly changed out of his suit and grabbed a
pair of jeans, a couple of flannels and leather vests for both of them.

"The shirt will likely be a bit long, but tucked in with sleeves rolled up
it will do fine. You're a bit thicker in the chest than I so the vest will
fit. Try it on for me," Zach suggested. "Yeah, that'll work great."

Soon they were heading to the club. Arriving when they did, they had no
problem parking. As they walked in, they were greeted by Rex. "Great to see
you guys again. Set you up with the same?"

Alejandro looked at Zach. "I'm not drinking beer till after the match. You
go ahead if you want." Zach went over and got his beer and some water for
Alejandro. Turning, he found that Alejandro had taken the same table they'd
used the night before.

They sat and enjoyed the matches in progress. The action was fast-paced and
filled with expletives of frustration and strain. Alejandro watched the
varying skill levels with interest. Zach's attention seemed to focus on the
eye-candy. Two wrestlers near the rear were wearing low-cut Speedos and
nothing else. The contours of their cockheads were clearly visible. Smooth
and well-muscled, they put on quite a show. Alejandro could tell it was
mostly play for both of them, but Zach was rapt with attention.

The Grotto was filling up with the Friday crowd and the decibel level was
rising, so they didn't notice Trevor and Will come in. Alejandro was
startled when he felt a hand on his shoulder and turned just in time to
hear Trevor ask, "Mind if we join you guys?"

Standing to greet Trevor and Will, Alejandro extended his hand in
welcome. "Sure, pull up a couple of chairs."

"Thanks," Will said in appreciation for the offered seat. The guys shifted
the table away from the low wall that separated the wrestlers from the bar
area.

The three men fell into easy conversation talking generally about work, the
neighborhood, and clubs that Will and Trevor frequented. When Trevor
returned, gently twisting his way through the crowd, he pulled up his chair
and took a long sip of his beer. The camaraderie was easy and grew more
natural as they chatted.

Finally Trevor turned to the subject of their coming together. "You
interested in a workout, Big Guy?"

Alejandro met Trevor's smile with his own, "I'm here, aren't I? You didn't
think I'd bail on you now, did you? `Course if you want to just sit and
watch the action, I'll understand."

"Hmm, can't disappoint a guest now can I, Will?" Trevor looked at his
buddy, grinning. "Guess we'll have to beat up on each other in a few
minutes," he said looking at Alejandro, trying to take a measure of the
man. Grinning he continued, "Have you guys, by chance, been talking about
this?" he said looking at Alejandro and Zach.

"Yeah." Grinning at Zach, Alejandro continued, "Zach's been razzing me
about how bad I'm going to get my ass whipped – his exact words."

"Did not!" Zach said immediately as his face flushed. All three men laughed
at the childish-sounding denial.

"Well I won't say, "Did too!" but I distinctly remember something about my
ass and wrestling," chided Alejandro.

Will snorted his laugh, spewing a small spray of beer in the
process. Wiping the back of his hand across his mouth, he apologized mid
his laughter. "Sorry, but that was so damned funny."

Conversation resumed, each man comfortable with and liking each other more
as the minutes ticked by. Glancing at his watch, Trevor looked at Alejandro
and nodded that it was time to change.

"I like to do some stretching before a match. We've got just enough time to
change and do that if you're ready," Trevor said.

"Lead the way," Alejandro replied.

As they walked along the edge of the wrestling area Trevor smirked as he
yelled over the general din of the room, "You don't think they're betting
on us do you?" Laughing he continued, "Regarding our matchup, Will has
talked of little else. He was nearly holding his breath `til he saw you
sitting at the table. Let me tell you, he enjoys this."

"Why so?" Alejandro asked loudly.

Trevor laughed and shouted, "Let me tell you when we get out of this
noise."

Walking through a curtain, the men entered a changing area with lockers on
two walls. There were two doors on another wall and a shower area with
toilet nearby. Trevor gestured to the bench and checked some unlocked
locker doors finding adjacent empty space for each of them. He grabbed some
towels from a stack near the wet area and tossed one to Alejandro.

"I can't guarantee the sanitation in here. I seldom use the showers. I
always towel down and shower at home." Seeing Alejandro's eyes widen he
added, "There's no real risk, simply precaution on my part."

Alejandro was curious about Will and Trevor. "Why was Will looking forward
to this so much?"

Trevor looked at Alejandro and smiled, pausing for a moment before he
answered. "He's hoping you work me over and pin me."

"What?!" Alejandro asked in surprise.

"Yeah. It's kind of a game with us. Gee, you sure you want the gory
details?" Trevor wrinkled his face in mock disgust.

Alejandro decided to press on. He had a hunch there was a good story
here. "Spill it, Trev. I want all the dirt," he said with a grin.

"Will just loves to rag on me when I lose a match. He makes sure I'm okay
when it's been rough. When he's sure I'm fine, the teasing begins and
ratchets up until we get in bed. After all the teasing, I pretend I'm
pissed, wrestle him down, work him over and put him through some
moves. Don't get me wrong. He fights back and really enjoys it but that's
usually the only time we horse around like that. When we're done we're both
ready. I give him a hard, long ride." Trevor blushed and turned away
momentarily, thinking he'd said too much.

When he looked up Alejandro was dressing. Without making eye contact
Alejandro said, "It's been a turn on for me since I first started
wrestling. The tussle with Zach was fun and certainly served its purpose
later." Pausing a moment, Alejandro looked at Trevor.

Trevor met his gaze, guessing the question playing in Alejandro's mind. "No
I don't want to throw the match. Let the better man win. This is one night
I imagine Will is of two minds, one wanting to have bragging rights with
Zach, the other to enjoy our wrestling. You know we've not discussed our
relative skill levels."

"Yeah, I was thinking about that as we walked to the locker room. Am I in
trouble?" Alejandro asked with a smile.

"You tell me. I wrestled three years in high school. That's been a few
years ago. I enjoy staying in shape. I guess if pressed I'd have to admit
to being a bit of an exhibitionist wrestling in just a Speedo. Am I in
trouble?" Trevor smiled trying to hide the hint of apprehension he suddenly
felt.

"Sounds like we're pretty evenly matched save for the fact that you have
height and weight on me. I'll try to hold my own." Alejandro smiled,
enjoying the jock camaraderie.

They were both stripped down, standing on their towels. With practiced
ease, Trevor let his eyes fall down Alejandro's body and rise again taking
in all the details. Alejandro felt himself swell a bit. When at last
Trevor's eyes met his, Alejandro returned the favor. They were somewhat a
study in contrast.

Trevor stood nearly six feet two. His chest was well muscled, defined and
smooth. His areolas were a coppery brown and surrounded generous nubs that
looked like they had been heavily used. A treasure trail began near his
navel and fell in a slightly widening pattern to thick curly reddish brown
pubes. Nested in the hair, Trevor's penis was full but not overly thick. It
rested, hanging slightly over a generously sized round set of
balls. Alejandro wondered how it would change when erect.

Trevor's thighs were thick cords, muscled and smooth, like his
chest. Alejandro knew to be caught in a scissors hold there would be
painful. Realizing he was staring he felt his face flush and looked up.

"Like what you see?" Trevor asked.

"Yeah, a lot. I think we're going to have fun," Alejandro answered as he
pulled up his Speedo and arranged his meat and sac in the stretchy
nylon. He shoved his clothes into the locker. Having left his valuables at
the table as Trevor had suggested, he closed the door and looked at his
partner.

"So how you want to do this?" Alejandro asked, thinking of the previous
conversation. "Look, I'm open for a game plan if that's what you want. My
preference is an open mat, no buzzers or bells and a match to exhaustion
and ultimate submission. Can't get that in thirteen minutes, that's for
sure."

"Nope, let's just play out the hands we've got. I'm not planning to throw
the match," Trevor said eyeing Alejandro with a bit of challenge. "If I
change my mind and start giving you openings, take `em."

"Got it. Hey, I'm going with the flow and looking forward to getting my
hands on that hot bod of yours. Not to be subtle or anything!" Alejandro
laughed.

"Let's go stretch, Stud!" Trevor replied.

They used mats in the corner near the rear and made an attempt to loosen
up.

As nine-thirty approached, Trevor looked at Alejandro as he stretched his
quads and lower back, "You know I'd like to take you up on the kind of
match you described in the locker room."

Alejandro looked and smiled. Standing, he offered his hand. As Trevor
stood, Alejandro said, "Ass-whipping time!"

With the sound of the buzzer, Trevor was a quick start. He dominated the
first few minutes of their mat time. Alejandro pushed back and made Trevor
work to maintain the holds. Finally, Alejandro saw some openings and began
a steady, calculated attack on Trevor. With each maneuver, Alejandro's
intent was to wear out Trevor.

Trevor was buffed and big but didn't have the stamina that an extended
submission match requires. Alejandro realized it early and moved carefully,
not wanting to take the man down too soon.

Tied up on the mat with Trevor in a tight headlock/scissors combination,
Alejandro put his head close to Trevor's, "You okay with this?"

Gasping, Trevor replied, "Shit Man, you could break me in half. Don't worry
though, I'm having fun. Finish this off with style."

With an eye to the clock, Alejandro, in the last few seconds, pulled Trevor
to his feet. Reaching through his legs, Alejandro got a good grip and
lifted the bigger man off his feet and began to twirl him in a
circle. After several turns, Alejandro slammed Trevor to the mat, not
trying to break his fall. Pulling Trevor's leg up, Alejandro leapt atop
him, split him and pinned him just as the buzzer sounded.

Alejandro helped Trevor to his feet. They hugged each other quickly and
with slaps to the back, headed to the locker room. Trevor stripped and went
to the sink to wet a towel. He rubbed himself and with another towel he
dried himself. Alejandro followed suit. Soon they were dressed and back at
their table. Fresh beers awaited both men.

With the expected congratulations and teasing, all four men enjoyed another
set of wrestling before agreeing that they should meet again when Alejandro
was in town. Zach invited Trevor and Will to go barhopping. They made their
excuses. Trevor was able to send Alejandro a wink and a nod indicating that
he should fill Zach in on the plans Will and he had.

When Trevor and Will had gone, Zach and Alejandro talked about how much
they'd enjoyed their company.

"I got their phone numbers, work and home. Will acted like they'd enjoy
spending time with us. I didn't know how you would feel but it didn't hurt
to take the information," Zach said.

"Sure. I'd enjoy seeing them again. Here or maybe we could go clubbing
together. Think it'd be fun," Alejandro replied. "Speaking of clubbing, you
ready to get out of here and go play somewhere else?"

Grinning widely, Zach nodded his agreement. Peeling some bills from his
wallet, he grabbed Alejandro's hand and pulled him to his feet. Together
they walked toward the bar handing Rex money for the beers along with a
handsome tip. Soon they were on their way to Zach's favorite leather club.

The high-ceilinged former warehouse was a perfect setting for the club. A
crowded, antique wooden bar ran nearly the length of the long narrow
room. Fitted with a brass rail at the base, it looked like it was out of a
western movie. It seemed everyone was smoking. A pall of blue-gray smoke
lingered briefly near the lights but soon disappeared against the black
ceiling. Evidently there was adequate air handling so that though
Alejandro's eyes stung initially, soon he was not bothered.

As expected, leather was the rule of the day for dress. There was nearly
every conceivable combination of leather accessories. More than a few
dressed in flannels and leather so both Alejandro and Zach fit in
comfortably. By agreement they separated to enjoy some of the eye-candy and
spend time flirting. They kept each other in sight for safety, though Zach
said there'd be no trouble.

After less than an hour, they caught each other's eyes and tacitly agreed
that it was time to head home. Their trip passed quickly as they compared
notes about what they'd seen and bits of interesting conversations shared.

"Your place or mine?" Zach asked.

"Mine, if that's okay with you. I'll be able not to feel rushed tomorrow
morning. Soon they had parked and were inside Alejandro's condo. They sat
enjoying the night skyline of the city while sipping single malt
Scotch. Alejandro was surprised at the selection Zach found in the bar when
he went looking. Touting the various merits of the four available, Zach had
arranged a quick tasting for Alejandro.

Zach liked the smoky, peaty Laphroaig. Alejandro settled on a Balvenie Port
Wood finished malt. Their silence was companionable. Zach occasionally
pointed out various landmarks he could recognize from the condo's
perspective.

"Do I smell as strongly of cigarette smoke as you do?" Zach asked,
wrinkling his nose.

Putting his arm to his face, Alejandro agreed that they were both in need
of a shower.

"Want to share?" Alejandro said with a smile. They finished their drinks
and went to the bedroom to strip. In the luxurious shower they first
shampooed then lathered each other up. Zach let his hard cock bat and rub
against Alejandro's as he ran his fingers through the thick pelt covering
Alejandro's muscled chest. They nuzzled and kissed letting their lips and
teeth play.

Their fingers and hands rubbed, pulled, teased and caressed each other as
their need for release grew. Grabbing a bottle of conditioner, Alejandro
squirted some in his hand and coated his cock.

Turning Zach around Alejandro began to rub his turgid organ against Zach's
crack as his hands caressed and pinched Zach's pecs and nubs. Alejandro
could feel Zach begin to tense.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to push the issue. Will you trust me and let me
help you experiment a little?" Watching, he finally saw Zach nod.

With one hand still working Zach's chest, Alejandro brought his other to
the now slick crevice. Whispering comfortably in Zach's ear, Alejandro
explained each thing he was going to do. Slowly he let his finger play with
the tight ring. Pleased that the stimulation elicited soft moans, Alejandro
continued his tender assault.

After careful stretching, Alejandro was able to insert his middle finger
deep enough to locate Zach's prostate. As his finger touched it, Zach's
back arched as he groaned his pleasure and clamped the ring tight against
the invading finger.

Alejandro continued coaching him. Soon Zach pushed against the finger and
Alejandro felt the tension lessen. Alejandro continued the gentle
finger-fucking, rubbing Zach's prostate with every third of fourth pass as
he pushed his own hardened flesh against Zach's hip. Increasing his gradual
assault he felt Zach's body quiver and the ring tighten. When Zach shot,
his groans were guttural from deep within him. His knees buckled slightly
as his back arched from the power of the orgasm. Alejandro held his finger
in place, away from the prostate. As Zach began to become cognizant of his
surrounds again, Alejandro slipped his finger out.

Grabbing both of Zach's hips Alejandro repeatedly shoved his cock against
Zach's crevice. His own load released seconds later. Alejandro turned Zach
and attacked his mouth, kissing him deeply.

They rinsed off after breaking their kiss. They took time toweling each
other dry before they went to bed. Sleep came quickly for both of them as
they spooned comfortably against each other.

Alejandro woke again to the smell of coffee. Grabbing his shorts he headed
to the bathroom and took care of his needs. Entering the kitchen, he leaned
in for a kiss, Zach gladly obliging.

A few hours later Alejandro's plane was cleared for takeoff. As they gained
altitude and headed east, Alejandro mused that at least it had been warmer
in San Francisco. The '71 Chicago winter had made some records and in
general had been miserable when not brutal. Closing out his first quarter
century occasionally made Alejandro pensive as he approached his
twenty-fifth birthday. Maybe he and Charles could return in the fall to
celebrate. The weekend had taken a pleasurable toll and soon he dozed. The
cabin steward awakened him during the final approach to O'Hare. Once in the
terminal for private flights with luggage in hand, Alejandro looked for
Charles who'd promised to meet him.

After waiting for half an hour, knowing traffic could be the problem;
Alejandro began to try to track him down by phone to let Charles know he
would take a limo. There were no answers at any of the usual
places. Alejandro, his concern growing, called the athletic club to see if
Charles had signed in that day.

Not knowing what else to do, he had the service desk in the terminal call
for a car. Settled in and heading for town, he decided to check Charles'
apartment before heading home. He wasn't there but what caused Alejandro
even more concern was the mess he found. Dirty dishes, an unmade bed with
clothes scattered. Charles was far too anal retentive to leave his
apartment like that. Something was wrong.

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