Date: Sun, 9 Sep 2007 12:09:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: firehose Joe <firehosejoe@yahoo.com>
Subject: To Thine Own Self Be True: Chapter 6

This above all: To thine own self be true, for it must follow as dost the
night the day, that canst not be false to any man." Shakespeare (Hamlet)

Each relationship, unique unto itself, must find its way and become what it
will. We all make the journey. Enjoy this story of Steve and Alejandro
(sounds like a-lah-handro -- Spanish). Though the theme of wrestling will
be a key component in the early chapters and a continuing theme, the story
is about relationships and being true to oneself. Thanks to Bill M for his
assistance proofing the story.

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

>From the previous chapter:

Salvador Jr. matured into the hoped for promise of his childhood. With his
father and grandfather he learned and began to manage portions of the
family business. Excelling in academics and gentlemanly sport, he followed
in his father's footsteps and became one of the more eligible bachelors in
Chicago.

Finally in 1940, his imagination and heart captured by one of the
`worthies' of an old Chicago family, he began his courtship as the clouds
of war gathered over Europe. Though his fiancée pushed for marriage,
Salvador insisted that he would not leave a war widow behind and promised
marriage on his return from the war.

Heedless of the plea by her mother to wait for a `proper' wedding, the
Archbishop performed and blessed the union and amid all the celebrations in
late September 1945, Salvador and Anna were married. As snow flakes fell
late in the fall of 1946 Alejandro Davila Bojorques Algara was born. He was
never to taste the milk of his mother's breast or know its comfort. Anna
Algara died in childbirth.


Chapter 6

Alejandro flourished during childhood, under the careful supervision of a
nurse and his grandmother Isabella. His father, ragged with grief at the
loss of his wife, invested more of himself in his work. Salvador
Sr. watched with concern, yet wisdom told him his son would work through
his grief in his own way.

Isabella doted on Alejandro as she had her own son. Her delight was
ever-present on her face and gave lightness to her step. She had tried to
model herself on the other young mothers when Salvador was born and envied
the play time that the nurse enjoyed as she watched her son grow. With this
second opportunity, albeit tragic, she determined to put the mark of his
families deep in his psyche as she played with him on the nursery floor.

Watching the child grow and recalling her own precious memories of
childhood, she steeled her determination to make the nursery a learning
place without peer for her precious Alejandro.

One afternoon late, while dressing for a `demand' social engagement she
thought of her grandmamma's pearls. Taking them from their velvet purse,
she let them fall across her fingers. Her eyes closed, she could see her
grandmamma's reflection in the long mirror when they had played
dressup. Remembering her grandmamma's promise that these pearls would bring
a smile to her face midst the dreary court life, she laughed out loud as
she modeled in front of her vanity thinking about the evening ahead. They
became a signature piece of jewelry for her for the remainder of her life.

Though he would never have occasion to bear the burden or royal obligation,
Isabella knew to her core that the lessons she learned from her mother and
Anna would still serve this child well. Her place was first at her
husband's side, next she was mistress of the house but most of her
attention and devotion centered in her care and love for Alejandro. Certain
the nurse shared this tidbit of gossip with others; she ignored the veiled
questions asked of her as others inquired of him and his development. She
kept her inherent promise to her mother and grandmamma as she instilled in
him the discipline, courtesy and bearing of a gentleman.

When he was going to sleep for naps or at night she would rock him and tell
wondrous tales of her childhood, the beauty of Vienna and the rugged
country of Spain. He delighted in his toy horse and lasso. She had the cook
make simple recipes from her childhood for his lunch to expand his
palate. As he became confident with his speech, she introduced him to
Spanish and he delighted in the secret words he could share with his
grandmamma. This child would be a child of the world.

The nursery days sped all too quickly and Alejandro waxed strong in his
youth. When he was able to sit astride a pony, Salvador began his riding
lessons. Following in quick succession as the years progressed there was
instruction in hunting, fishing, and fencing. As he gained height and some
weight with puberty, boxing was added. Alejandro excelled in school and in
athletics. At the insistence of Isabella he continued in his studies of
Spanish and Austrian/German.

Seeing that his wife was not to be moved with the language instruction,
Salvador schooled him in Mexican history and the variant speech
modifications between Mexican Spanish and Castellan. Alejandro's father had
been drawn back into the life and rearing of his son in his early years and
delighted in Alejandro's progress.

At twelve years old, he entered Ignatius Prep School. Tied closely with the
Cathedral School, it was a natural transition and he was met by many
friendly faces. Along with this addition of academic challenge came the
challenges all boys face as they begin puberty.

As he matured he didn't mind awfully that he was generously endowed (as
were his father and grandfather), nor did the appearance of hair on his
chest bother him. He got more than a few admiring looks along with a bit of
good natured kidding by his classmates. The genetic traits of both sides of
the family blessed him. With a physique that seemed to take muscle
naturally with regular exercise, his square shoulders, dark eyes and hair
gave him a unique look among the great variety of nationalities represented
by his peers. He wore it naturally and well.

Looked up to by classmates, and well-regarded by his teachers for both his
academic prowess as well as his natural leadership skills, life seemed
golden for Alejandro. By the time he was sixteen he was reasonably sure he
was gay but didn't know what to do.

His masturbation fantasies were consistently about the boys in his gym
class and those with whom he boxed. Some of his peers were in love,
obviously enamored and hungry for the company of girls. Some were even
beginning to brag about their secret assignations and conquests.

In effort to compensate, he redoubled his effort in school and sport. He
began to pester his father and grandfather to let him become involved in
the family businesses. This, to their great pleasure and surprise, was met
with hearty agreement. It was Isabella who watched quietly from the dinner
table and from on horseback during their weekend afternoon rides. He had
always confided in her. She was his rock. On this subject, save for light
conversation of who he must ask to some social occasion, he was strangely
and completely silent. She waited and observed.

With age came increased social obligation separate from his parents. School
social activities, society and Country Club balls required attendance, and
with a lady on his arm. Not that there was any difficulty in finding
escorts to these events (and he heard from various sources that his was the
invitation most sought) he took only cursory pleasure in the company -- the
pleasure one might enjoy with a casual friend.

He executed his role with grace and maturity. With each passing `season' he
became more comfortable and deft in maintaining the bonhomie of the
eligible scion of one of the first families of Chicago. Finding it much
easier to `play the field' he kept the interest of numerous young ladies
(and their mother's) on point, waiting to see where his interest would
land. As these years passed he became more certain that there would be no
interest in any of them.

After graduation from Ignatius Prep, hoping to gain some distance from the
daily observation and silent questions from his family and friends, he
enrolled as a residential student at U Chicago. His work with the family
businesses had increased in scope and responsibility appropriate with his
age. It seemed obvious that a major in business administration would be a
logical extension of his continuing involvement. What he had not
anticipated was the amount of freedom and self direction that was now his.

Once course work had been determined and classes selected, he looked at the
myriad of college activities available. Wanting to maintain a program of
fitness he considered the various clubs that would enable him to continue
to hone the skills he had developed. He rejected fencing out of hand and
determined that he could maintain his skills at horsemanship and tennis at
an adequate level with family and friends during summers and weekends.

He knew what he wanted -- male camaraderie and opportunities to have
physical contact with men. The Wrestling Club seemed a perfect venue though
he had no experience whatever. He read club activities would resume in late
September and noting the meeting date, time and location, he determined to
join.

Wrestling season finally started. Practice sessions were in the late
afternoon. He found his anticipation and eagerness amusing. Horny, that's
what it was, he admitted to himself after the first practice as they all
showered.

The team captain and his assistant were respectively a senior and junior,
both built and toned. Mike, the captain, sported a curly head of red hair
and a chest full of chestnut curls that trailed to an ample cock and low
hanging balls. Frederick, the assistant, was almost Grecian in his
looks. With a smooth sculpted body, dark curly hair both on top and
surrounding his meat, he reminded Alejandro of Da Vinci's David in
Florence.

Alejandro soaked in the masculine camaraderie and managed to maintain his
control during practices. It was Wednesday, after the second week when he
was about to leave that Frederick caught him and asked him to stay behind
after practice.

"Hey dude, I hope you don't mind if I call you Alex. That other name is a
mouthful." Frederick said. Alejandro had dismissed the logical diminutive
of his name all his life but when Frederick asked, suddenly it seemed Ok.

"My lab schedule had to change and that's messed up my weight training
schedule. I'm trying to find someone who wants to work out so we can spot
each other. I'm asking you first and hope your schedule will work with a
night session." Frederick said.

"What time do you have in mind?" Alejandro asked.

"Sorry man, but I can't start till 9 p.m. It's a bitch but that's the way
it is. I sure hope you can help me out here."

Alejandro thought for a second and said "sure, I can rearrange some stuff
and work out with you. But how are we going to get in a full workout, the
weight room closes at ten."

"No problem dude." Frederick beamed, "Mike, you know the club captain, has
a work study program and closes the gym during the week. He can let us stay
till he's ready to go. Its better that way cause the crowd thins out by
then and we won't have to wait for anyone else. We'll have the place to
ourselves after ten."

"Cool, when do you want to start?" Alejandro asked. "I can rearrange my
stuff anytime."

"Will tonight be too soon? I mean, I don't want to make you feel like I'm
rushing you."

Alejandro shook his head, "that won't be a problem at all. See you at
nine!"

Almost skipping back to the dorm, Alejandro couldn't believe his luck. Work
out sessions with the clubs assistant captain would be GREAT! He'd be able
to meet lots of other guys with this kind of `in'.  At nine he was
finishing changing in the locker room when Frederick came in.

"Hey man, thanks for making this work. Ya know, Mike and I have been
watchin' you this week and are really glad you're in the club. I remember
your application said you had no wrestling experience. You mean you've
never done any wrestling?" Frederick asked.

"Only in gym class at the Cathedral School. It was years ago and we just
had a few weeks of it. I'm a complete novice." replied Alejandro.

Grinning, Frederick responded playfully punching Alejandro's shoulder,
"well if you don't mind me saying so `it shows'." Frederic burst into a
chuckle and watched Alejandro's forehead wrinkle in response. "Don't let it
worry you dude. First, you don't have a lot of bad habits to break and
relearn; second, Mike and I agree that you've got the best attitude of
anybody in the club. `Sides somebody's gotta be the least experienced. And
let me tell you, you are setting a real high bar for everybody with that
`can do' attitude of yours. No shit, I really mean it!" Tossing a towel to
Alejandro and grabbing one for himself, Frederick said, "now let's go push
some metal around and work up a serious sweat!"

Grinning, Alejandro followed Frederick into the weight room. They discussed
Frederick's workout sequence and when asked, Alejandro had to admit he'd
never done any structured work with weights.

"Well I'll be damned!" exclaimed Frederick. "You've got one hellava body
not to be putting in hours in the gym."

"Seriously, I don't, but thanks. I have been involved in sports and
physically active all my life -- I mean my grand dad had me on horse back
when I was five. It just comes naturally. Both my dad and grand dad are in
great shape -- not lots of heavy muscle, mind you, but they can take their
shirt off with no shame anytime they want." Alejandro said and grinned
thinking that he couldn't imagine many occasions when that might happen.

"Ok, Spill It! What are you grinning about?" demanded Frederick in a joking
way.

"You'd have to know them. They are suit and tie guys and I mean white
starched, French cuffed shirt and tie businessmen. Probably the only time
they are undressed is when they bathe and at the club after 18 holes of
golf. Beats me how they do it, but they stay in shape." Alejandro answered.

"Lucky bastard!" Frederick grinned. "Well you're sure gonna get a workout
with me. Since you don't have a set routine we'll follow mine adjusting the
weight accordingly and don't be a pussy trying to suck up and make me look
good. We're both gonna push. You got it!?"

"Yeah, I got it." Alejandro said as Frederick began to stretch. When they
quit at ten-thirty Alejandro knew he'd been through one of the toughest
workouts in his life. He'd be sore but it was worth it.

Frederick seemed to know the drill. He cut off all the lights after doing a
quick walk through and wiping down some of the equipment. Meeting
Alejandro's questioning look he said, "It's my agreement with Mike. If I
use it after hours, I tidy up and secure the space. Now let's hit the
showers. You stink!" he laughed.

Alejandro was on top of the world. This was great -- the workout, the
easygoing nature of their banter. It was just what he'd hoped he'd find by
being a dorm student. They stripped dropping their clothes in a
pile. Grabbing fresh towels Frederick tossed him one and headed for the
shower with his stuff.

They continued their banter as they lathered up. Alejandro couldn't help
but smile. This was so perfect.

"You know that leg take down we were practicing today? You nearly had it. I
mean you took your guy down half the time I was watching. But you weren't
doing the ankle hook right." Frederick said.

Frederick went into some detail trying to explain how to hook the heel
properly and it's placement for greatest advantage. "Hey, like lots of
things, it's gonna be easier for me to show you than try to tell you. I'm
not going to drop you here of course. I'm just going to show you the
position." He reached for Alejandro's shoulder turning him so that they
were facing each other. "Now, like I was saying,"

Alejandro noticed a slight change in Frederick's eyes as he looked at
him. Suddenly Alejandro began to panic. He recalled in a flash every
movement required in the takedown. It was a collar and elbow tie up with
the aggressor pulling the bodies together to secure a heel hook behind the
opponent's leg while continuing to follow through with the momentum. He was
sure Frederick wouldn't go to the tile with him. What he feared was the
intimate contact that would be required to demonstrate it.

Before he could do or say anything, Frederick had locked them up and was
beginning to pull their bodies together. Alejandro could feel the panic
rise in him like a cold heat. His fear that his cock would respond made him
freeze. He felt Frederick's body pressing against him, chest, abs and
cocks. He couldn't make himself move. He couldn't hear anything but the
rushing sound in his ears.

Quickly Frederick released him and gently shook Alejandro's
shoulder. "Where the hell did you go? What's going on?"

Alejandro met his gaze briefly then simply looked at the tile floor. "Sorry
Frederick. I kind of lost it."

Frederick touched the cleft of Alejandro's chin and lifted his face and met
his gaze. "Did I do something wrong, Dude? Man, if I did I'm sorry!"

"No, it's not you. It's me."

"Well you gotta tell me cause I'm kinda lost here." Frederick gently
demanded.

Alejandro dropped his head again. Gesturing slightly toward his cock and
balls, he said in a softer voice, "It's been a while since I jerked off and
I was afraid I'd bone up and you'd think I was weird or something." he said
rushing the last words together.

"Dude, relax. Sorry I didn't mean for you to freak or anything. I was just
trying to give you a bit of advice. That's all." He added with a softer
voice, "Dude, it happens to all of us, really. At one time or another, and
sooner probably than later you are gonna bone during a practice session or
a meet. You gotta know how to handle that. Gheese, you really are new. I
gotta remember that." Frederick said as he looked earnestly at Alejandro
who had finally raised his head.

Alejandro met Frederick's eyes and smiled. "Sorry. I don't know what else
to say."

"Well, Dude, no need to say you're sorry. Now it's your call. We can just
finish here and go, or I can show you what I was talking about. Whadda ya
say?" Frederick gently offered.

Alejandro paused. He didn't want to blow this opportunity, as he saw
it. Instead he parried with a question, "Are you serious about guys, I mean
nearly all of them getting boners from time to time in practice or in
meets?"

"Hell yeah. It's happened to me more than a few times. In fact I learned an
important lesson my first year in the club. One of the guys boned during a
practice session. Now he could have done a lot of things to deflect my
attention away from it. Instead the bastard used it. I was so self
conscious. I had the advantage but with that prick pokin' me I just lost it
and he reversed me and pinned me. After the count, he rolled off, grabbed
the front on his shorts and jock to get himself together and then offered
me a hand up.

"Hell, he was grinnin' at me like I don't know what. He reached over,
slapped me on the shoulder and motioned with his head for me to follow
him. When we were just out of earshot he told me how to take a situation
like that and make it work to my advantage. As he explained it, it made
perfect sense. Now I haven't had the opportunity to apply the lesson, but I
can assure I've not forgotten it. It happens to all of us Alex. Now what do
you wanna do?" Frederick looked at him and waited.

Alejandro looked at him and grinned, "Just don't say you weren't warned!"
he laughed trying to lighten the situation.

"Ooooo now I'm worried!" laughed Frederick. "Ok, but first let's step out
of the shower spray. It's slippery enough elsewhere. Now, let's tie up."
Alejandro looked at Fredrick and noticed the same vague expression pass
over his face but let it go. He was more concerned about his cock's
reaction.

"Ready Alex?" Frederick asked. Alejandro nodding his assent and tied up
with Frederick. Again he felt the wave of uneasiness but pushed it down and
concentrated on the wrestling move. Again he felt Frederick pull him in,
their hard pecs and abs mashed together. As Frederick pulled his ankle
tight he said, "Careful now or we'll both hit the floor." As their feet
maneuvered to maintain balance they squeaked against the tile.

Alejandro didn't respond. His breath had started becoming shallow gasps as
the hold tightened. He could hear Frederick saying something but in his
current state didn't catch it all.

"I said it's your turn dude." Frederick repeated as he pulled away from
Alejandro. "Now remember Alex, keep your balance and just pull the ankle
and leg in tight. We'll go over this again tomorrow, `k?" Alejandro nodded
and before they locked up Frederick noticed Alejandro's cock
swelling. "Well dude, glad you warned me" laughed Frederick, "you got a
monster there!" he continued his chuckle as they tightened their grip.

Alejandro pulled him in and executed a perfect heel hook. As they tightened
up their grasp, he could feel his cock begin to harden. Suddenly he noticed
Frederick's meat pushing against his as their cocks lay side by side pushed
down and caught in the hold.

Frederick tapped Alejandro's shoulder signaling release, "You got it
perfect that time, Dude! Now once more for good measure." Before Alejandro
could object, Frederick caught him in the collar and elbow like a lamb
being led to the slaughter. Alejandro hooked his heel behind Frederick's
leg and pulled their bodies together. Their cocks were both full and
beginning to rise. As Alejandro locked the hold, he felt his cock surge and
knew it would be at full mast in a matter of seconds.

Again Frederick tapped as he said "Great job, man you learn fast!" He kept
up the banter as he smiled at Alejandro and returned to the spray of the
water. Alejandro glanced down. Yes, Frederick's cock was full and hard just
not standing at the moment. Frederick saw Alejandro's glance and
grinned. "Like I said Dude, it happens. How big does that monster get when
he's angry?" Frederick laughed as he looked at Alejandro's throbbing muscle
that continued to rise.

Alejandro didn't know whether to answer or die from blushing.

Frederick laughed again, "Dude, I can sure tell you've not spent much time
in locker rooms have you? Relax, really. You don't have to try to cop a
glance at me. Look all you want. I mean it is just us here."

Alejandro looked over at Frederick again only this time Frederick turned in
his direction. Alejandro's eyes seemed to involuntarily rake over
Frederick's wet glistening body, taking in the hardening prick, the dark
curly pubes and perfectly proportioned balls. His eyes followed the trail
up Frederick's six pack abs and paused to take in the curve of his firm
pecs crowned with generous nipples. His gaze took in the tapered wedge of
the neck muscles. Suddenly he realized what he was doing and with a `deer
in the headlights' look met Fredericks stare.

A smile played at the corners of Frederick's mouth. His eyes had a look
Alejandro couldn't quite understand but they met and held his. Then, it
seemed, with deliberate slowness Frederick let his eyes trace the same path
Alejandro's had taken. Alejandro could feel his chest tighten, he breath
was still shallow and quick, and he could feel his cock standing at full
mast, throbbing. He was beyond worry as he looked back down at Fredericks
chiseled body. His lust was at full tide.

He looked up when Frederick laid a hand on his shoulder and in a voice
husky with desire asked, "You alright, Alex?"

With a slight nod of his head, Alejandro answered as he fell into
Frederick's gaze. Slowly Frederick raised his other hand to Alejandro's
shoulder and took a slight step forward making their cocks touch. They both
lurched at the contact, their cocks oozing precum.

Watching for any negative reaction and seeing none, Frederick wrapped his
arms around Alejandro's upper back. He pushed his abs, cock and balls
against Alejandro. Alejandro's abs spasmed once. His breath began to come
in short little gasps. With his head slightly back and his eyes tightly
closed he could feel the waves of desire quickly building in him. He began
to gently thrust his muscle against Frederick and felt him match thrust for
thrust. The water filled the canyon of their pressed flesh and splashed to
the floor with the other spray from the shower.

Alejandro was beyond conscious thought now. Here was what he had
subconsciously dreamed about, wanted. It was the locus of his desire that
he had tried to imagine as he jerked off over the past years. Frederick,
fully engaged but not overcome with his feelings, watched Alejandro and
smiled. Yeah, he'd read this one right and had played it perfectly. `Damn
I'm good' he thought.

Alejandro began to quietly sigh and grunt with his thrusting. The pressure
built. Unggg, unggg, ungggg came as each thrust deepened against
Frederick. Aghh, Aghh became a steady sound as the wave began to crest.

Their arm flexed as they drove their passion against each other. Their feet
collided from time to time as they continued their quest for balance as
their legs and bodies ground against each other. Driven by his lust,
Alejandro's grunts became punctuated growls. The crest of the wave began to
fall on him and without thinking Alejandro slid his arms down and grabbed
Frederick's buttocks pulling him in as the eruption began. Slamming their
cocks together Alejandro's orgasm came with a punctuated unghh, unghh of
his release.

Frederick lustfully gave himself over to the moment and grabbing
Alejandro's waist met him thrust for thrust. Their orgasms came nearly
simultaneously and a geyser of cum shot up between them. For Alejandro it
seemed as if it would never end; but, finally his with cock still spasming
he slowly dropped his head against Frederick's shoulder.

They stood there, the shower water hitting them. Slowly Alejandro's breath
began to return to normal with the occasional shudder of sated desire. He
felt Frederick's hand gently push his chin up. With their noses nearly
touching they looked intensely in each other's eyes.

"That was fuckin' hot dude! I hope to hell you're ok with what happened
cause I sure as hell am" Frederick said in a low throaty voice. Alejandro
could feel their breath mixed with the steam. He could only nod with a
brief "yeah".

Frederick stepped back and placed his hands on Alejandro's shoulders
again. Looking at him with a little concern he asked, "You're sure you're
ok?" Again Alejandro nodded. "Ok then, let's get you cleaned up."

Without saying more, Frederick reached for the soap and began to lather
Alejandro's chest. "Are you really sensitive afterward or can I wash down
there too" indicating his cock and balls.

"Yeah, it's ok" Alejandro all but whispered.

With care, Frederick soaped the tender area and directing him under the
shower, rinsed him thoroughly. Then taking the soap again, Frederick made a
quick job of himself and reached over and turned off both showers. "Come
on, let's get dried off and get out of here. Mike's gonna be looking for me
soon." That seemed to be the impetus that brought Alejandro out of his
reverie.

Soon they were dried and dressed. Neither had spoken. Frederick knew he had
to handle the next moments cautiously. In a gentle voice he said "hey" then
waited as he looked at Alejandro who was unsure if he wanted to meet
Frederick's eyes. Again, "Hey, come on. Look at me. It's ok. Got an idea,
lets go to the student union and get a drink." Hesitatingly he added "I
think we need to talk about this a little. I know I do. Come on." he gently
urged as he grabbed Alejandro's elbow and steered him to the locker room
door.