The Wrestling Team

"You'll have to turn around," the officer said. "All roads are
closed in and out of the city."
"I've got four boys here I need to get home," Coach Colby said.
"You'll never make it. It's drifting so bad the snow plows can
barely keep up with it enough to get the National Guard through to rescue
stranded motorists. You'll have to find a place to stay in town. You can
pull in here and turn around."
It obviously wasn't up for discussion. Coach thanked the officer
and rolled up the window. He pulled into the mall parking lot where
snowplows were keeping a space clear for cars to turn around.
"Where're we going?" Cody asked.
"I don't know. Keep your eyes out for a motel," Coach said.
"We passed one on the way," Braden said. "It's only a few blocks
back."
The NO VACANCY light was on at the motel but Coach pulled in
anyway, on the off chance that they might have one room that they could all
share. Braden got out to go with him into the motel. Their hopes vanished
when he walked into the lobby and saw people lying on the furniture.
"We don't have anything," the clerk said as they walked up to the
desk.
"I saw your NO VACANCY light. I took a chance anyway. Nothing,
huh?" Coach said.
"Not even a broom closet," said the clerk. "We have some guests
who have volunteered to share their rooms, in fact, and those are taken."
"Do you know of any place?" Coach asked.
The clerk shook his head sadly. "You might try Motel Six up the
street, and there's a Best Inn about a block further, but I doubt if
they'll have anything either. The city is practically on lock down."
"Yeah, I know. The police wouldn't let us leave the city."
"The governor has declared an emergency and called out the National
Guard. They're arresting anyone caught trying to drive on the highway."
"Thanks, anyway, "Coach said. They went back to the car.
"The sign meant what it said, huh." Sean said.
"Yeah. We'll check Motel Six and Best Inn," Coach said.
There was nothing available at Motel Six and the only luck they had
at Best Inn was the clerk calling around to some other motels. But he
found nothing. Coach sighed, rubbing his hand over his mouth.
"I wish I could help you," the clerk said. "I couldn't even let
you sack out in the lobby, it's so full."
"Thanks, you've been a big help, calling around for us," he said.
He turned to leave when the clerk stopped him.
"Wait...I just thought of a place...." His words trailed off, as
if he regretted speaking out.
"Where," Coach asked.
"There's a place...down the street," he said, rather hesitantly.
"It's not a motel, it's a men's social and health club, but they do have
rooms for their members. Just small changing rooms, but with bunks."
"I don't care if it's the dog pound," Braden said under his breath.
"It's down on the right side of the street, called The Locker. You
might give them a try," the clerk told them.
"Thanks."
They went back to the car and Coach told the boys were they were
going next. The boys weren't too optimistic about the health club letting
them stay the night, especially since they weren't members.
"Just find a place that sells blankets, we can sleep in the car,"
Cody said.
Coach didn't know what he was going to do if the health club turned
them down. They couldn't sleep in the car, the temperature was dropping
fast.
"As a last resort, we could go to a fast-food place and sit in a
booth to keep warm," Braden said.
"We may have to do that," Coach said. He pulled into one of only
two parking spaces in The Locker parking lot. "Well, cross your fingers,
guys," he said as he and Braden were getting out of the car. He pulled his
collar tight and they leaned into the wind to make their way to the
entrance. The vestibule was like an oasis compared to the outside. They
went through the door to the counter.
"What can I do for you tonight, gentlemen?" the clerk asked in a
friendly tone with a friendlier eye toward Braden.
"Something, I hope," Coach said. "I've got four boys that I
brought here for a wrestling match and we can't get back home. We can't
even get out of the city. I need a place for them to sleep. The clerk at
Best Inn said you have rooms."
"Yes, we do, but we're not a motel. We're a private club."
"Yes, he explained that. What does it take to join?" Coach asked.
The clerk eyed Braden again then looked back at Coach.
"Did he tell you that we are a private gay men's club?"
"No. No, he didn't," he replied with a surprised blink. He looked
around at Braden, who gave a shrug of indifference. "But I don't think
we'll have a problem with that if we can just get a place to spend the
night in out of this weather."
"You said boys. How old?" the clerk asked.
"He's nineteen, the others are eighteen, all seniors," coach said.
He thought for a moment, shaking his head. "Still, they are high
school students."
"Why would that make a difference?" Braden asked.
"You couldn't make an exception for one night, considering the
weather conditions?" Coach pleaded. "There's not a vacant motel room in
town."
"I'm sorry, I wish I could help, but I really don't think I
should."
"What if you signed something, taking full responsibility?" Braden
said quietly to the Coach.
Just then another man came in behind the counter. "Is there a
problem?" he asked cheerfully. His nametag read Derek: Manager. The clerk
explained the situation.
"I'm afraid he's right," the manager said after a moment's thought.
"Geezuss, what am I going to do with these guys?" Coach said under
his breath, half to himself and half to Braden, as he stepped back from the
counter.
"Wait. Just a minute," the manager said.
They turned back to the window.
"Do they all have IDs?" the manager asked.
"Drivers license," Braden said. ` "I can't turn you out in this
weather. If you'll take full responsibility for your boys, I'll take the
chance," the man said.
"Thank you very much," Coach said with great relief in his voice.
"Just so you understand, it is a gay establishment," the manager
warned.
"Yes, he explained it's a gay men's social club," Coach said.
"It's uh...it's very social," the manager said, glancing at Braden.
"Maybe you need to come with me, let me show you around first." He buzzed
the door and coach went inside. Braden started to follow him but the
manager hesitated.
"You might want to leave him here," he said.
"If I'm going to be staying here...," Braden began.
"Its okay if he comes along," Coach said.
The lounge had two long couches, arranged L-shaped along two walls,
and coffee tables and a wide-screen TV. Past the lounge and vending
machines, the hallway was very dark. They could make out that several men
they passed wore nothing but towels. Some of the doors to the rooms were
open but it was too dark to see in except for a couple of them, you could
see figures lying on the bunks.
"The rooms downstairs don't have televisions," the manager said.
"There's a workout room straight ahead, your boys could use that,
preferably with supervision."
"The guys will love that," Braden said.
"And the showers are right there beyond the glass wall. There's a
Jacuzzi, too. But again, I suggest supervision. You might do well to keep
them out of the steam room and the sauna."
"I understand," Coach said.
The man turned and looked at Braden then at the coach. "You said
it was okay for him to come along, I presume I can speak freely."
"Sure. I don't think you're going to say anything that will shock
him," Coach said.
"It's very important that you understand what we are all about.
Right now, we're having a blackout party which is all the more reason that
I stress that you'll have to keep a tight rein on your boys. I know they're
of legal age, they can have free run of the place as far as we're
concerned, but I doubt you would want them to roam into the wrong place and
be exposed to some of the activities."
"I'll keep a tight rein on all of them, "Coach said. "We're only
looking for a place to sleep and keep from freezing. Anyway, it's almost
too dark in here for them to see anything."
The manager led the way up the stairs which were lighted by tiny
track lights. The hallways were dark but there were faint glows of light
coming from several of the rooms. Coach was shocked to see naked men lying
on the beds, some alone, some in pairs, groping themselves or jacking off
while they watched TV. He glanced at Braden. The boy simply shrugged and
smiled.
"I'm wondering how I'm gong to get Cody and Scott up here without
them seeing that," Coach said to Braden under his breath.
"Easy, coach, we'll blindfold them," Braden said, laughing.
"These are our video rooms upstairs," the manager went on. "There
is a cable channel but I can't block out the other two channels that are
showing x-rated videos. So the televisions will be your responsibility."
"Even if they get a peek, I don't think a little exposure is going
to damage them for life," Braden said. "Heck, Coach, its not like we
haven't all seen x-rated videos."
"Just the same, I'll take the upstairs room with Scott where I'll
have control of the TV. One of you older boys will be responsible for
Cody."
They went back downstairs to the vestibule.
"Thanks for the tour," Coach said. "Let me go check and see what
the guys think."
"I'm trusting that your boys are all eighteen, Coach. I won't ask
for ID. You're not all five going to fit in the two rooms I have left. Four
of you can double up in the two rooms, one of you can use the couch in the
lounge."
Coach looked at Braden. "I really need to be with Cody or Scott,"
he said. "You or Sean will have to take one of them under you wing."
"I'll take the couch," Braden said.
"Problem solved," Coach said. "Now, is there anyplace close by to
eat?"
"We have vending machines and there's a pizza place down around the
corner," Derek said.
Coach and Braden went back to the car where the boys were shivering
from the cold.
"I don't think he believed we're all over eighteen," Braden said.
"I don't think so either."
Back at the car Coach explained the situation.
"Okay, they've got two rooms, so four of us will have to double
up. They're designed as singles so it'll be a tight fit. Braden is going
to take the couch in the lounge. There are showers and a workout room, and
vending machines; I think we can survive."
"I could stand under a shower till the hot water runs out," Cody
said, his teeth chattering.
"There is one catch. It's a gay men's club, in case anyone has a
problem with that." He waited for a reaction. The boys looked at one
another as if they were each waiting for the other to say something.
"I don't care if I have to double up with one of them, it'd be
better than freezing to death out here," Scott said.
"Yeah, it's not gonna bother me," Sean put in. "Hell, it might even
be fun," he drawled.
"Don't even go there," Coach said gruffly. "Cody?" asked.
"I just want a place to get warm," the boy moaned.
"Okay, I' m going back in and reserve the rooms then we'll go back
to that pizza place for something to eat," Coach Colby said.
He went back inside and put the money down for the rooms. Then they
walked to the pizza place. They were waiting for their pizza and not
surprisingly, the boys were talking about the match.
"If Braden and Cody hadn't won, we could've been on our way home by
now," Sean complained good naturedly.
"We might have gotten out of town but we would've probably ended up
in a ditch somewhere," said Braden. "Hell I'm just glad we found a place to
sleep."
"Yeah, we can tell how glad you are over the idea of spending the
night in a gay men's club," Scott chided him.
"Yeah, how come Braden gets to have all the fun, sleeping on the
couch?" Sean complained, laughing.
Coach stood out of the booth. "I'm going to make one call home and
let them know we're spending the night, but we don't know where yet. If
anybody asks when we get back home, we stayed at the Motel Six. Got that?"
He leveled a sharp gaze at all of them. "We do not ever tell anyone where
we stayed. No one. Not ever."
They all nodded in agreement.
"Hell do you think I'm going to advertise that I spent the night in
a gay men's club? Especially with these guys," Sean said.
"I don't have a tooth brush," Cody drawled.
They looked at him like he was stupid, then broke out laughing.
"Geezusss, Cody, we're close to freezing our asses off and you're
worrying about a toothbrush?"
"They've got all that stuff in the vending machines," Braden said.
"I'll give you money to get what you need," Coach said. He paused
for a moment. "Look, guys...I don't know how to say this, but...well, you
guys have to realize as young athletes ...you're going to be prime targets
in that place. You can't go ballistic if somebody makes a pass at you or
says something out of line, which will probably happen. We are guests
there; they didn't really want to take us in because you're all high school
students. If someone makes a pass, just tell them politely that you're not
interested."
"What if we are?" Braden joked.
Back at the club they all registered separately.
"Do I charge for two rooms and three lockers?" the clerk asked the
manager.
"No, just the two rooms."
"Do you have anything you want to put in a lock box?" the man
asked. "It's safer," he added.
They offered their wallets and all but a few bucks of their money
for the man to lock up. He gave the room keys to Coach and handed out
towels and blankets, then buzzed them inside to the lounge.
"Dam, look at that television," Scott said.
"You can watch TV if you stick together," Coach said quietly.
"I just want to find the shower and get warm," Cody said.
Just then two guys came out of the locker area wearing only
towels. They made a show of pausing to eye the boys with obvious interest.
Coach quickly gathered them around him at the vending machines where they
bought toothbrushes and one tube of toothpaste, one razor and shaving cream
and a stick of deodorant.
"Listen up, guys while I show you around the place." He took them
to the workout room first. The boys were impressed.
"Hey, this is nicer than back at school," one of them said.
"Yeah, they've got more equipment."
"You can work out if you want to, but only in pairs.
Scott...Cody...if you want to work out, you'll have to have Braden or Sean
with you, just like you're going to be sharing a room," Coach said. "I
guess I'm talking to you, Sean; you're going to responsible for Scott or
Cody."
"I'll take Cody," Sean said. "Nothing against you, Scott, I just
think Cody will make a better bunk-mate," he added, laughing. Nobody was
surprised; Sean was always looking out for Cody, like a little brother,
even though they were nearly the same age.
"Okay, Scott will be with me, and Braden is on his own. The showers
are right over there behind the glass, and you can use the Jacuzzi. But
only in pairs. Nobody goes anywhere alone, not even to the rest room.
Except you, Braden, I have to trust you to be you're on your own. The rest
of us stick together. The steam room and the sauna are off limits to all
of you. That includes you, Braden...stay out of the steam room and the
sauna."
"Somebody needs to pay the light bill around here," Cody said.
"The guy said they've got the lights turned out for some kind of
black-out party," Braden said.
"Which makes it all the more important that you don't venture
anywhere by yourself. You never know what you might stumble into," Coach
said. He unlocked room 128 for Sean and Cody and gave Sean the key.
"Looks like you're sleeping on the floor, Cody," Sean drawled when
he saw the small bunk.
"I warned you, it'd be a tight fit," Coach said. "Just remember
how cold it is out there and make the best of it."
"Just kidding, coach. We'll fit," Sean said. "Even if Cody has to
sleep on the bottom," he added, laughing.
"Keep your door shut," coach said firmly.
"Yes, sir," Sean said.
"Scott and I will be upstairs in room 230," Coach said. "Remember
the room number in case you need me. And keep your doors shut. Maybe you
haven't noticed, but you guys have been eyed like prize bulls since we
walked in this place."
Braden headed back to the lounge. "See you guys in the morning," he
said over his shoulder.
When Sean and Cody were settled into their room, Coach took Scott
up the back stairs to try to avoid walking up and down the hallways where
the doors were open and TVs showing the gay videos. He was keenly aware of
the looks they got and he was glad to get the boy inside the room. There
was barely room for them to turn around but it was a safe haven.
"There's more room on the bed than there is on the floor," Scott
said.
"Thank heaven for that."

Chapter Two

In room #128 Sean shrugged off his jacket and hung it on the hook
and began unbuttoning his shirt.
"Are we gonna take off all our clothes?" Cody asked.
"I don't usually sleep in my clothes," Sean said. "Why, you got a
problem with that? It's not like we've never seen each other naked
before."
"Yeah, I know. It just seems different, cooped up in this little
room together."
"It is different. We're in a four-by-four box and we're by
ourselves, but its better than being cooped up in the car and freezing,"
Sean said. "You're taking the side against the wall."
"Afraid I'll fall out and bump my head?" Cody asked.
"No, I don't want anybody crawling in bed with us and you would
probably let them."
"Coach said to lock the door," Cody reminded him.
"No, he said to shut the door."
"I think he said to lock it. Can you lock it?" Cody asked.
"I gotta have it open a crack. I can't stand small closed places,"
Sean said.
"What if the coach comes by?"
"I'll tell him I gotta have it open a crack because I can't stand
small, closed places." Part of him wondered why he had to get stuck with
Cody. Not that he minded, really; Cody needed somebody to look out for him
sometimes, and this was one of those times. But he wished it could've been
him and Braden sharing a room. He wondered what Braden was doing. Fuck,
probably wandering around the place, showing off his muscles and getting a
bunch of guys all hot and bothered with his big cock. Maybe he could sneak
out after Cody went to sleep and meet up with Braden and they could check
the place out. Maybe he would be daring and leave the door open a little
and see what happened.
Cody was stalling, purposely fumbling with his shoelaces, to let
Sean take the lead. He wanted to see if Sean stripped down to the buff or
left his shorts on. He slept naked at home and he wanted to here,
especially with Sean, but he couldn't unless Sean took everything off
first.
Sean took the lead as he did in everything. He unabashedly took
off his clothes just like they were in the locker room. It was no
different, except it was pretty close quarters and he and Cody were bumping
into each other a lot. He didn't give it a thought when he was down to his
shorts; he simply shoved them down, stepped out of them ad kicked them up
to snatch them out of the air.
Cody was almost breathless as he watched the big athlete get
completely naked. He was such a stud. A stallion, really, with is big,
oversized cock. It swung and jostled gently with every move and he didn't
seem to think anything about it when it smacked against Cody a couple of
times. Cody wondered for the thousandth time how oversized he was when he
was hard.
"You need some help?" Sean asked dryly as he waited on Cody to get
his clothes off.
"No, why are you waiting on me?"
"Cause I don't want you climbing over the top of me to get to your
side of the bunk," Sean said.
"It's not like I'm gonna crush you," Cody said.
"You get on top of me, I'm afraid you won't want to get off," Sean
growled, laughing, as he opened the door a few inches.
"That's more than a crack," Cody said, nodding toward the half open
door.
Sean glanced to the side as he was aware of someone standing in the
hall against the opposite wall, watching through the very wide crack in the
door. He looked and made eye contact with the guy and their eyes never
wavered. The guy was good-looking, young, maybe in his mid-twenties and
built a lot like Sean himself. He wondered if the guy would be bold enough
to venture into the room if he opened the door a tiny bit more.
Cody was still shivering from being cold.
"Hey, let's get you in the shower and get you warmed up," Sean
said, handing him a towel. He put his own towel around his waist.
"Man, that sounds great, if you think its safe," Cody said.
"Anybody tries anything, they'll have to come through me," Sean
said.
Sean caught the guy's eye again as he and Cody left their room. It
wasn't an okay kind of look but definitely a hopeful one that passed
between them.
Cody followed Sean down the hallway and into the wet area behind
the glass where the showers, Jacuzzi and the steam room and sauna were
located. In the showers, Sean reached over and turned on the last one for
Cody then took the one next to him.
"Awww, mann, this feels good," Cody said in a shaky voice. "I'm so
cold my bones are cold."
Sean saw that they had attracted some attention. There were
suddenly a half dozen guys milling around the wet area, obviously trying to
get a look at them in the showers. One of the more bold ones took the
shower next to Sean, and three more guys followed his lead to fill up the
shower room.
"Are you guys the wrestlers?" the man asked.
"Yeah," Sean replied politely. Despite his curiosity, he was tense
inside, on his guard. He didn't know what to expect from any of these guys
but he half expected the guy under the next shower to reach out for him.
"Did you win?" the guy asked.
"He won his weight class," Sean said proudly, nodding to Cody.
"How about you?"
"No, I got my ass pinned in the final match," Sean said.
The man looked boldly up and down his naked, muscular body. "It's
hard to imagine anyone could take you down," he said.
"It happens," Sean said.
"What is your weight class?" another of the guys asked.
"He's one-thirty to one-forty. I'm one-ninety-one to two-hundred,"
he replied. He could see a couple of the guys were watching Cody pretty
intently. Really watching him. Fuck, like a bunch of vultures drooling over
fresh-killed meat. He decided he should get him back to the room. "You
about warmed up, buddy?" he asked.
"Yeah."
Sean turned off Cody's shower then his own and they stepped out of
the shower area where their towels were hanging. Again, he stood between
Cody and the men as they dried off, as if he were guarding him. Cody
seemed to be completely oblivious to the attention they were attracting.
Sean wasn't. It was pretty hard to be oblivious when he saw the way these
guys were looking at them. One man's mouth dropped and he looked like he
couldn't breathe when Cody cocked one foot up on the bench and bent over to
dry his legs. Yeah, nice view, Sean thought; Cody had a great, tight
little butt. They wrapped their towels around their waists and headed back
to their room.
As they came to their room, Sean saw that the guy was back, or
hadn't left his post outside their room. They glanced at each other again
as Sean unlocked their door. As he let Cody go in ahead of him he glanced
back at the guy again. He left the door ajar; the guy was definitely up to
something and Sean wanted to find out what it was.
Cody took off his towel and crawled up on the bed and stretched out
against the wall.
"You gotta give me more room than that," Sean said.
"I'm already hugging the wall," Cody said.
"Hug it a little tighter, that's better than hugging me."
Cody didn't know if Sean was only kidding or if he was just being
Sean. He growled a lot when he talked, but nobody took it seriously, unless
he was mad, of course, then everybody stayed out of his way. It was the
only smart thing to do; nobody in his right mind would want to tangle with
all of those muscles.
Sean unfolded one of the blankets and laid it over Cody's naked
body.
"Thanks," he said, still shivering.
Sean got in bed and stretched out but there wasn't enough room for
his wide back and broad shoulders, lying on his back. Cody quickly turned
onto his side, facing him to give him more room. Sean pulled his own
blanket up and settled in with his eyes fixed on the crack of the door and
the guy still leaning against the opposite wall.
"You're not gonna kill me if I accidentally get up against you, are
you?" Cody asked. "I don't know what I might do and I don't want you
tossing me out in the hallway in my sleep."
Sean laughed. "I wouldn't toss that tight little ass of yours out
in the hallway; it'd be like tossing a lamb to the wolves. You wouldn't
last five minutes out there. Besides, I want your tight little ass in here,
all to myself," he added, laughing.
Cody was struggling to keep his back against the wall and not touch
Sean.
"Just turn over and face the wall and it'll be okay if we touch.
It'll be through the blankets anyway. I just don't want you wrapped around
me," Sean told him.
Cody tuned over on his side facing the wall and pulled the blanket
up around his neck.
Sean was feeling the hype of his hormones, causing a gentle
tingling down between his legs. He'd never imagined being in a situation
like this and he couldn't deny that he was curious. Something made him not
want to let the opportunity slip past him. The guy in the hallway was being
patient, or maybe he was scared. Sean appreciated his patience but he
didn't want him to be scared off.
Sean reached over and tucked Cody's blanket in around his face and
felt the boy still shaking.
"Dam, you're still cold?"
"I've never been so cold in my life," Cody said. "I can't stop
shaking."
Sean ran his hand under his blanket and felt his shoulder. The boy
felt cold to the touch and Sean felt sorry for him. Suddenly he jerked
their blankets off and flung Cody's blanket out over the both of them.
"What're you doing?" Cody asked with a frown.
"Getting you warm," Sean said. "If we double up the blankets we'll
create some body heat." He spread the other blanket over the first and
pulled it up over both of them. Then without hesitation he rolled over on
his side and spooned his naked body snugly against Cody's.
"You tell anybody about this, I'll break both your legs," he
warned. "Fuck, you are freezing."
They lay snuggled together and after awhile Cody began to settle
into a warm calm.
"I wish they would turn off that goddam music, or turn it down,"
Sean grumbled.
"I don't think it's going to bother me much," Cody said. "I'm
starting to get warm and that's gonna make me sleepy."
Sean pressed the entire length of his body against him to give him
more warmth. It should have felt weird; it was the first and only time
he'd ever touched his naked body to another guy like this. But he had
always felt like a big brother to Cody, and it was what a brother would do.
He felt more than that at the moment with his naked body curved against
Cody's, his cock pressed against the younger boy's butt, but he quickly put
it out of his mind.
"Thanks, Sean, for taking care of me," Cody said hoarsely in a
quiet little voice.
"It's no big deal; you're like a little brother to me," Sean said.
"I wish I had you for a big brother," Cody said.
"You do," Sean told him.
"You're such a stud, just the kind of big brother anybody would
want," Cody said.
"I know."
"What would you think if I told you this was giving me a hardon,"
Cody said.
"You just better hope I don't get a hardon," Sean joked, pressing
his manhood against Cody's backside. They were quiet, and he felt Cody calm
down, his breathing become steadier. Sean looked over his shoulder to see
if the guy was still keeping his vigil in the hallway. He was.
Sean wondered if Cody was asleep. After a while longer he was
pretty sure he was, and he was warm, so Sean carefully and gently moved
away from him. Part of him didn't care if he was asleep or not. He had to
find out what that guy in the hall and this place was all about, Cody be
damned. Whatever happened, he knew he could make him keep quiet about it;
all it would take was a simple threat. He reached out carefully with his
foot and cracked the door another couple of inches. They guy waited a
moment then stepped up to the door and pushed it open a little more, very
cautiously. When Sean didn't try to close it, he opened it further and
came inside the room. Sean put his finger to his lips and the guy
nodded. The man put his hand on Sean's leg, rubbing it up and down his
thigh, working his hand under the blankets. Sean slung his leg over the
edge of the mattress, out from under the blanket, to give him room and an
invitation. Excitement surged through him as the man found and hefted his
balls and squeezed them gently. Sean's already fluffed up cock was loosing
its fluffiness and growing into a big hardon. The man found it before it
was completely hard and moaned softly as he squeezed the rubbery flesh.
With his other hand he lifted the blanket and laid it aside, exposing him
in all his manly glory.
"Wow!" he whispered.
Sean frowned and put his finger to his lips again. Maybe it wasn't
a good idea after all, letting the guy come in the room. One of them was
bound to make noise and wake Cody up. He raised up and swung his legs over
the edge of the mattress and stood down from the bunk. He reached for his
towel and motioned that they should step out of the room. He checked his
arm for the rubber band with the room key then quietly closed the door
behind them.
"I don't want to wake him up," he whispered.
"My room's right here," the man said, nodding to an open door
almost directly opposite Sean's room.
Sean nodded and followed the man inside. The guy closed the door
most of the way then immediately began groping the front of Sean's towel.
"That feels incredible," he said. "It looked pretty incredible in
the showers, too."
"Are we going to leave the door open?" Sean asked.
"It could prove interesting," the man said. "Don't worry, we can
close it if your buddy wakes up and shows himself."
Sean undid his towel and took it off.
"My Godd!" the man gasped. "Do they grow all their wrestlers like
this where you come from?"
"We never had anybody throw rocks at us," Sean said.
The man urged Sean to lie back across the bunk, his legs slung over
the edge of the mattress. His stomach was aflutter and his stiffening cock
tingled with anticipation.
"My name's Rick, by the way," the man said.
"Sean," he said, putting out his hand.
Rick was moving his hands up and down Sean's thighs, squeezing the
hard muscles, then up to his stomach, digging his thumbs into his hard abs.
"Geezuss, you're like a rock," he said.
"Most wrestlers are pretty solid," Sean said.
Rick reached on up and squeezed his pecs and flicked his nipples
"Uhhnn," Sean gasped.
The guy was going to do it. Just as sure as he was standing there
in front of him, feeling him up, Rick was going to go down on him. He was
going to get his cock sucked! The imagination fueled his anticipation and
his anticipation stoked the flames of his raging imagination. One feeding
off the other, he was soon so hot and excited that he couldn't lie still.
He reached out and touched the man's arm, to urge him to get on with it.
The arm was solid muscle, so big he couldn't get his hand even a third of
the way around the bicep. And that sent another strange thrill down Sean's
spine, that such a muscular stud would be doing this to him. The man's
very masculine, macho appearance made it somehow more all right.
Someone strolled past the door, pausing to peer inside, but he
didn't come in. Sean was a little disappointed. Rick bent over and Sean
could feel his hot breath. His anticipation soared, screaming through his
brain. "Do it!" he screamed silently. "Just do it! Get your mouth on it
and suck it!"
But he didn't. He by-passed Sean's cock and began kissing his
thigh, moving his lips downward, over his knees, to the bulge of his calf
muscle. Then he kissed back up the inside of his other leg till his face
smashed against his balls. He kissed down the inside of the other leg and
back up, this time lifting his balls to nuzzle under them. Godd, it felt
good everywhere he moved his mouth.
"Ohhhhh," Sean moaned softly. Godd, do it! His cock was so hard
now. So engorged with blood it felt like it might burst.
Another man came by the door, then another, and another One of them
moved on but the others paused to watch. Sean wondered why none of them
came inside. Rick by-passed his cock again, kissed around his hip and up
across the deep muscled ridges of his abs; back and forth, leaving a wet
outline around each brick of muscle. Then he trailed his tongue up to his
chest and kissed his thick pecs, lingering with his mouth over his nipples.
"Ohhh," Sean moaned again as the man sucked on his tits. They were
quickly swollen hard and so sensitive to the man's flicking tongue. It
made Sean wonder if that's what a girl felt when he sucked on her
nipples. Rick made a wet trail back down Sean's stomach, around his hip and
nuzzled under his balls again.
"Awww!" Sean moaned as his balls were pulled into the wet heat of
the man's mouth. "Ohh, Geezusss!" he gasped as Rick sucked and licked and
bounced them around on his tongue. "Awww, suck it!" he whispered softly.
"Get on it... suck my cock...!" Geezuss, was he ever going to do it! Just
do it! Suddenly he felt the man's hot breath on his cock a second before he
felt the wet heat of his mouth envelope the head.
"Ohh...Awwwwhhh, Fuck!" he gasped aloud. The man's lips slid
down, down, down the tall shaft of his cock, till the head was smashed
against the back of his mouth. He moved his mouth up and down the shaft,
lavering the head with his tongue. Sean could feel his ball-juice flowing
and the man lapping it up. His tongue felt like fine, soft sandpaper on
his cockhead. He sucked him gently, almost lovingly. Sean felt almost
like he was being worshipped.
The man at the door inched inside a little for a better view. Rick
waved him in and Sean felt the guy's hand on his leg. Rick moved aside a
little and a moment later, the newcomer had Sean's balls in his mouth.
Rick had obviously been taught to share. When the second man came up for
air, Rick got off his cock and offered it to him.
"Holy Shit!" the man gasped when he saw Sean's huge, hard cock.
"How big is this thing!"
"Big enough to feed two," Rick said.
Sean thought it would be great to have both of them work on his
cock at the same time, and he got his wish. They two men lapped at his
cock from both sides, taking turns sucking it deep into their mouths. Sean
was squirming and writhing on the bed and thrusting his cock up into
whichever eager mouth he could find. He wondered if one of them could go
all the way down on it; if it was possible to take his cock in their
throats. He put his hand gently on the back of the Rick's head but he
recoiled and raised up.
"I can't take it all the way, you're so big," he whispered.
"I can," the other man said.
He didn't sound like he was totally convinced himself, but he was
determined to try and Sean wanted to give him a chance to prove himself.
But Rick wasn't giving way. He stayed bent over, sucking his cock.
"Let him try to take it," Sean said quietly.
Rick raised up and stepped aside to let the other man bend over
Sean's middle.
"My Godd!" the man gasped as he wrapped his hand around the big
tower of meat. "Maybe I spoke too soon."
"Yeah, still think you can take him?" Rick asked.
"If it kills me," the man said. "Fuck, is this real? I can't even
get my hand around it." He bent over and went down on Sean's huge cock;
down, down, down, till the head was smashed against the back of his throat
as it had Rick's throat, but this guy pressed on. There was a tight
constriction around the head and Sean held out little hope that his cock
would fit into anything so tight. But the man pressed on, twisting his
head around as if to attain the right angle and make it fit. Then he took
him. He forced himself. He bore down hard and the head of Sean's cock
popped through the opening and sank up into the tight glove of the man's
throat.
"Awwwwhhhhhhh! Awwwwwhhh, fuck!" Sean moaned. It was better than
any pussy he'd ever shoved his cock into! He laid his hand on the back of
the man's head to urge him down onto the final inch or so. The man choked
but Sean didn't let up, and the guy forced his mouth down till his lips
were in Sean's pubes.
"Geezussss!" Sean gasped in disbelief.
"I'll second that," Rick said.
The guy's throat was so hot and tight and alive; the muscles were
milking the full length of his cock. Sean held his breath till his lungs
ached, till the man raised up and began swirling his tongue around the head
again. He finally had to let his breath out. "OHhhh, Geezussss, how did
you do that! God, it was incredible!"
"You haven't seen incredible yet, has he?" the man said to Rick as
he closed the door completely.
"Not if you mean he's going to fuck us," Rick said.
Sean raised his head; his mouth dropped and he blinked with
surprise.
"F-fuck...you?"
"I can't pass up a challenge like this?" Rick said as he was
uncapping a large tube of KY. He motioned for Sean to get off the bunk.
Sean stepped down, his cock swaying like a battering ram.
"Godd, I don't believe that thing," the other man said as he knelt
down to suck him again while Rick was climbing on the bed.
Sean didn't how, if Rick couldn't take him down his throat, how he
was going to take his cock up his ass. Rick got on his knees on the bed to
put the KY between his buns. Then he squeezed some lube onto Sean's
throbbing cock after the other man reluctantly gave it up. Sean stepped up
on the bed behind him. Rick bent over with his head and shoulders in the
mattress, his butt offered to the hunky, young wrestler. Sean was shaky
inside with the excitement of this new adventure, wondering how it would
play out. He set the head of his cock squarely against the slick hole and
nudged forward. There was some give but it didn't go in. He pushed
again. The other man, standing beside the bed, cupped his hand around
Sean's taut butt.
"You're going to have to give it some power from back here to
penetrate him," he said.
Sean tried a couple more times but all he felt was the stretch and
give of the muscles surrounding Rick's asshole. The hole itself wouldn't
open, but only pushed back at him.
"Fuck if he's that tight, I'm gonna rip him in two," Sean said.
"That's a risk he's willing to take, otherwise, he wouldn't be
spread out in front of you like this," the man said.
Sean wondered why Rick wasn't saying anything but he took his
silence as total consent. He clasped his hands around Rick's hipbones and
pulled his hips back as he shoved forward at the same time. There was a
struggle with the tight hole trying do defend it's hidden treasure, but
suddenly, it stretched open and the head of Sean's cock disappeared in
Rick's ass.
Rick choked on his gasp and gripped the sides of the mattress.
"Give him a minute to get used to it," the other man said, still
caressing Sean's butt. The guy had become the instructor, the coach, and
Sean was willing to do what he told him, just like Coach Colby. "It's not
a straight chute in, like the pussies you're no doubt used to," the man
told him. "You're going to encounter obstacles that you have to maneuver
around, till your cock bores itself a new pathway."
When he felt the man's pressure on his butt, Sean shoved in a
little deeper, oblivious, now, of Rick's gasping moans. He wasn't telling
him to stop. He gaped down at the guy's once-tiny asshole distended
unmercifully around the thick girth of his cock. When he pushed, the muscle
stretched inward.
"Oh, Goddd!" Rick gasped aloud
Sean held still. "Do you want me stop? Or pull out?" he asked.
"No," Rick replied emphatically. "I only want to go through this
once."
Sean took his time entering him. Several times his cock touched
something in the way and he maneuvered around it, just like the other guy
said. Deeper and deeper he went, gouging out everything in his way, and he
wondered what possible pleasure Rick could get from being impaled on his
huge cock, having it stretch his asshole so unmercifully. With great
relief and satisfaction, he shoved the final inches though Rick's clenching
hole.
"Awwwhhhhhh!" Rick groaned.
"You've got it all, man," Sean said.
"Yes, I just wonder where the hell you put it," Rick gasped.
Sean held still, satisfied for the moment with Rick's asshole
squeezing and milking his cock.
"How's that feel?" the other man asked Sean. "Have you ever fucked
another guy?"
"I never did anything with another guy before. You guys are my
first. But it feels great. Better than any pussy. Ohhhh, shit, when he
squeezes my cock...he's so hot and tight...hell, he's alive in there."
"Spoken like a true straight-eight," the man said.
"Can I, uh...fuck you now?" Sean asked Rick.
"Yes. Please, slow and easy at first," Rick said.
Sean was gentle as a lamb as he pumped his cock in slow-motion in
and out of Rick's ass.
"Ohhh...Awwwwhhh, that's good," he moaned. "Fuck, it feels like
I'm sticking my cock in a bag of mush or warm honey."
As Rick became accustomed to the big intruder, he began pushing his
butt back onto Sean's cock. Their pace picked up, with soft noises of
Rick's butt smacking against Sean's thighs.
"Ohhh...OH, My Godd!...Oh, My Goddd!...fuck me... fuck, me, you big
stud! Put those muscles to work!"
"Gladly," Sean said and he clasped his hands around Rick's hipbones
and set his own hips in motion.
"Ohh, Yesss...OHhh, fuck, that feels so good," Rick moaned.
Sean had good staying power but he was amazed that he was lasting
so long; he'd never felt anything like this before. He wanted to do it in
different positions, like with Marge Anderson; she liked to get it in every
position known to man and she said Sean was the only guy who could last
long enough to take her through all the positions.
"Could we, uh...change positions?" he asked as he slowed his pace.
"Like on your back?"
"I've been waiting for you to need a break," Rick said as he
hunkered forward off of Sean's cock.
"They all want to fuck like a girl," the other man said.
"No, it's not that...hell, nobody's gonna mistake you for a
girl...I just wanta see your face when I fuck you."
"Honey-stud, you can fuck me any way you want. I'll stand on my
head out in the hallway if you want me to." He laid back and put his legs
on Sean's shoulders and brought his butt up to position. Sean entered him
again and hunkered up over him till Rick was bent in half under him.
"Fuck, take it easy, it goes in deeper in this position," Rick told
him.
It was so good Sean's head was swimming. Every girl he'd ever
fucked complained after about two minutes in this position; they said he
was going too deep and they couldn't breath. Except for one, Marge
Anderson, and she about fucked his brains out in any position he tried.
Rick's ass was opening up nicely, too. He liked a tight fit but he also
liked a little give and take, and Rick's ass was giving and taking like
nothing he'd ever fucked before. He thrust in deep, straight down, then
switched gears and went straight in. He buried his cock to the hilt and
twisted his hips around in circles. That drove Rick crazy.
"Ohhh...OHHHH...Awwhhhhh...Hhhhhh, yesss...do that... Awwwh, Godd,
you're cock is so big and wonderful." He liked, it too, when Sean thrust
straight down into his ass. "AAAWWwwhhhh, what're you trying to do, nail
me to the bed?" he cried.

Chapter Three

Across the hall, Cody was waking up. He had to take a piss in the
worst way. He raised up, startled to find that he was alone in the room.
Where the hell was Sean! Maybe he'd gone to the restroom. He stood down
from the bunk and cautiously opened the door a crack. He stuck his head
out and peered up and down the hall. He didn't have a room key; Sean had
it, which meant he couldn't go piss without leaving the room unlocked.
Well, he didn't have anything of any value in the room, except for his
clothes, and he doubted anybody would steal those. He wished Sean were
there with him, though. He was half scared to leave the room. But he
really had to piss and he was acting like a baby wanting his mommy instead
of a champion wrestler. He grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his
waist and stepped out in the hallway. He pulled the door mostly shut so it
would look like it was closed, and headed for the rest room. A man coming
down the hallway followed him down the stairs and into the restroom. Cody
fumbled with his towel as he stepped up to one of the urinals. It was
awkward trying to hold it on so he let it fall from his waist and held it
at his side.
"Dam! Nice butt!" the man said as he stepped up to the urinal next
to him.
Cody looked straight ahead, his face flushed warm with
embarrassment. Bad as he had to piss, he couldn't. His cock just hung out,
dead and dry. He shut his eyes and tried to relax to get the flow started,
keenly aware of the man's eyes on him.
"Dam, nice everything," the man said, glancing boldly at Cody's
cock.
At long last the flow of piss started and Cody was able to relax
more. Just then another man came into the rest room and whistled as he
stepped up on the other side of Cody.
"You're one of the wrestlers," the first man said.
"Yeah."
"How old are you?" he asked.
"Seventeen," he lied.
"Oh. Too bad." With that the guy stepped back and walked out.
The other guy stayed, gazing down at Cody's cock. "I'm in room
224. Come on up."
"For what?" Cody asked.
"We'll figure something out," the man said.
There was something irritating about the guy. "What about me being
underage?" he asked, to scare him off.
"You might look seventeen, but they wouldn't let you in here if you
weren't eighteen," the man said. "Look, I know you're young and probably
virgin to all this, and scared. You don't have to be afraid of me."
"I'm not afraid of you," Cody said.
The man looked him up and down. "You're not going to leave this
place a virgin. It should be with someone who knows how to treat a young
hunk like you. So come on up if you feel like it. Room 224. Promise, you
won't regret it." With that, he walked off.
Cody had never felt so conspicuous and uneasy being naked. He felt
almost cold inside. He didn't look around at the guy or say anything when
he left. Cody was relieved to see him go. When he was finally done
pissing, Cody wrapped his towel around his waist. He wanted to scout
around the place and see if he could find Sean but he was too scared.
Instead, he hurried back to his room. He closed the door with great relief
and felt safe again, but wondering in the back of his mind why the guy
wanted him to come up this room. He had a pretty good idea...he knew about
gays...but he didn't know exactly. Maybe he should go and find out. But if
Sean came back and found him gone, or if the coach came by to check on
them, there would be hell to pay. He should have gone on out to the lounge
while he was downstairs to see if Braden was there. He could help him find
Sean. Shit, he was acting like a baby again. Sean was probably in the
Jacuzzi, or maybe he had gone down to the weight room to work out.
Cody crawled in bed and pulled the blanket up around is neck. The
more he lay in the soft darkness thinking about Sean, the greater his
suspicions became. He was probably off with some guy having the time of his
life, discovering first hand what Cody was wondering about. Braden was
probably doing the same thing. It made him feel empty inside. If they
wanted that, they didn't have to go find some strange guy in a gay men's
club. He wished he had the courage to tell Sean that he could have
anything he wanted right there in their room. Any of them could. He wasn't
exactly sure how it might play out with his hunky teammates, but he knew he
would do anything for them. Scott was probably the only one staying out of
trouble and that was only because he was in a room with the coach.
He wished he could go down to the weight room and work out, but
Coach had stressed that he had to have somebody with him. Where the hell
was Sean? Maybe he should do the same thing as Sean; check the place out,
go down to the sauna or sneak upstairs and see what the blackout party was
all about. But he didn't have the guts to venture out. The words of the
guys in the rest room still rang in his ear. Nice butt! Nice everything.
You're one of the wrestlers. Yeah. How old are you. Seventeen. Too bad.
Come on up to room 224.

Chapter Four

All the while Sean was fucking Rick, the other man was standing in
close to watch as he stroked his cock with one hand and felt Rick's and
Sean's muscles with the other. He was especially attracted to Rick's
butt. Suddenly he climbed up on the bed and stood astraddle Rick, facing
Sean with his cock sticking out of his fist.
"Wanta suck it?" he said.
Sean did a double take and reared back like he'd been smacked in
the face, which he very nearly was by the big cock. He shook his head but
the man didn't take no for an answer. He put his hand on Sean's head to
try to give him his cock but Sean jerked back.
"You've got it wrong. I'm straight," Sean said.
"Nobody's holding that against you," the man said. "Some of the
best blow jobs I ever had were from straight guys."
"Not this straight guy," Sean said firmly.
"I know what you need," the man said as he leaned over to get
something off the TV shelf.
Sean didn't know what it was but he knew he wasn't going to suck
the guy's cock, or any other cock. Still, he had to admit, there was a
strange attraction to the big, thick hunk of meat sticking out at him,
being offered so boldly. It was maybe the first time he had ever noticed
another guy's cock up close and he had to admit, the guy had a nice one.
He could see ball juice glistening in the wide slit. The guy held a small,
uncapped bottle down to Sean's nose. He reared back away from it. He was
about to get pissed; the guy was interrupting the best fuck of his life and
he wasn't going to suck his cock, so he needed to just back off. But the
bottle was under his nose for the couple of seconds it took for him to get
a whiff of the aroma and a faint idea of its effects. When the man offered
him the bottle again, his curiosity had surfaced and he didn't turn his
head away.
"Ah, yeah, you wanta try it, don't you?" the man said as he held
the bottle snugly to one nostril while he closed the other nostril.
Sean took in a breath then reared back from the bottle. "Whew!
What is it?" he asked, shaking his head.
"Poppers. Take another hit," the man said. "You need to take it
in both sides."
Okay. The first one was making him feeling good enough that he
wanted the second dose, he had to know how the second dose would make him
feel. He held the man's hand steady when he put the bottle to his nose and
sucked in deep, and took still another deep breath when he moved it back to
the other side of his nose. The stuff kicked in like a hurricane, picking
up momentum by the second, till his head was spinning and he was feeling
hot all through, right down to his balls. His cock throbbed painfully hard
inside Rick's ass and it felt like he was going to come. But it was just a
feeling. He kept right on fucking while the feeling was still there and it
was incredible. The man stood in front of him again, his hands on his hips,
his cock sticking out.
"Now do you want to try it?" he asked. "I'm not going to try to
force you, I don't want to tangle with those muscles, except in a good
way."
Sean looked up at him with a scowling grin. "Like you could," he
said.
"Yeah, like I could," the man said.
Okay, the guy was being sort of an asshole but he was a damned good
looking asshole with a damned impressive cock and for some damned reason
Sean's mouth was starting to water so bad he had to swallow his spit. Must
be the poppers making his mouth water. Rick's ass was feeling awfully good
around his cock. It seemed to take on a life of its own, and his ass and
Sean's cock were having their own little love affair. Sean's brain was
frying and his thinking process shifted to his balls and all he could think
about was sex and cock and ass and feeling good and cock......and
cock...and...cock...
Suddenly he was having a hard time holding his head on his
shoulders, like he was in a stupor. Intentional or not, he closed his eyes
and let his head loll back and forth, his mouth slack. He felt something
warm and slick against his lips, and he knew somewhere in his brain that it
was the heat of the man's cock; the slickness his precome, and he didn't
have the will to turn away from it. He couldn't even purse his lips
against it.
"Aawwhhnnnnn," he moaned, his eyes fluttering as he felt his mouth
go slack. The warm cock was self-lubricated from its own pre-come and it
slid into Sean's mouth with the greatest of ease. He let his jaw go slack
and the man shoved nearly all of his cock in his mouth... then all of
it...right into his throat.
"Aww, fuck, he's taking it. The straight stud is taking it right
down his throat," the man groaned.
Godd, it was like being struck by lightning from all sides. He was
stupefied at what was happening...what he was doing. His cock was tingling
and aching at the same time and the man's cock in his mouth tasted and felt
so good and he was sucking cock for the first time. He knew what he was
doing but he couldn't comprehend it. Hell, the man was fucking his throat
and moaning and Rick was groaning under him and he was groaning himself as
the guy pumped his cock in and out of his mouth. He gave himself up to
ride the wave of intense pleasure that threatened to consume him. Suddenly
it did consume him. Lust seared his brain and his cock swelled up like a
steel rod and he wanted to come so bad it ached. He had a faint
realization that Rick was coming and that triggered his own climax. In
those final frenzied moments he went out of his mind. He raised up,
thrusting his cock in and out of Rick's ass like a jackhammer. The other
man clasped his hands around Sean's head and stumbled toward him to keep
his cock in his mouth and Sean clasped his own hands around the guy's tight
butt to hold him in place so he wouldn't loose his cock. The guy wasn't
just face-fucking him; he, Sean was gobbling his cock like a hungry
wolf. Suddenly he felt his come building up, fast and hard, till he was
overtaken by powerful tremors. Finally, he lost it; his lust shot out of
him like fire out of a hot cannon. He dug his fingers into the standing
man's butt to hold on and keep from toppling over. It was a climax like
he'd never had before in his life. Even after he had emptied his load deep
in Rick's guts, his cock continued to throb painfully. His satisfaction
attained, the poppers began to wear off and he was faced with the awful
reality that he had a cock in his mouth! It jolted him to the core, so that
he was unable to move for a moment. But as the man was pumping his cock
furiously in and out of his mouth, he grasped the situation and sensed that
the guy was about to come in his mouth. He shoved the man's hips away and
reared back quickly, pulling his cock free of Rick's ass and managed to
stumble down off the bed. The guy was groaning something awful as he shot
his load all over the wall and the bed. Sean grabbed his towel and put it
around his waist and quickly stumbled out of the room.
Outside, he pulled the door shut and stood there to take in a
couple of deep breaths. He shook his head to clear his brain. He glanced
at the door of his own room then quickly rushed away to the rest room. He
took some mouthwash from the big glass tank and rinsed his mouth out a half
dozen times. He used some liquid hand soap in his mouth and rinsed again.
He raised up from the sink, slowly and deliberately, afraid of what he
might see. He had to force his eyes to focus on his image in the mirror.
He prayed that what he saw wasn't real. He avoided his own eyes except for
a split second, which scared the hell out of him. In that split second he
had looked into his very soul. "You fuckin' sucked cock!" he whispered to
himself.
He couldn't go back to the room. Cody would surely suspect
something. He had to get calmed down first. He headed for weight room,
the best place he knew to work things out. There was nothing like a good
workout to clear his brain.
There were only two other guys in the workout room; a
heavily-muscled guy, about forty, in a pair of blue workout shorts, and a
younger guy, not much older than Sean, wearing a pair of bright yellow,
stretch shorts. They were working out together. Sean tugged the knot of his
towel tighter as he looked around the gym. He should go back and get his
shorts, but he didn't want to take the chance of waking Cody.
"Is it okay to work out like this?" he asked.
"You'll have to take the towel off to cover the bench--gym rules,"
the older man said.
"Then naked is okay," Sean said.
"I don't think it's going to bother anyone," the man said.
Sean undid the knot and draped the towel over the incline bench,
all the while watching the man as he took up his position at the leg press.
"That's a lot of weight," he remarked.
The younger boy laughed. "He's just getting warmed up."
Sean looked around the room. "When he gets warmed up, do they send
out for more weights?" he asked.
The man released the sled and went down in a diagonal squat, all
the way down, till his butt was pressing against his thighs, then raised
back up. He did several reps then locked the sled and the younger boy added
more plates. Sean picked up two twenty-pound dumbbells and straddled the
bench and lay back on it. He pumped out a dozen reps of presses then sat up
and racked the weights. The man was in the middle of another set and Sean
waited to watch him. Dam, he had big impressive thighs. He could almost
hear them groan with power as they pushed the weight upward. He picked up
the thirty-pounders for another set of dumbbell presses, oblivious to his
own nakedness as he became caught up in the other men's workout.
"Put on the fifties," he told the younger boy.
"How much weight are you using?" Sean asked.
"Eight-sixty," the boy replied.
"Geezusss! Who don't you just go lift a house," Sean said.
The man laughed. "Looks like you could be pressing a crankshaft
with those arms," he said, returning the compliment.
"Hey, I'll bet you're part of the wrestling team, aren't you?" the
younger boy said.
"Yeah."
"How'd you do?" the older man asked.
"Good, but not good enough. The smallest guy on the team was the
only to win his class."
They exchanged a few more bits of conversation between sets then
the man walked away from the machine, going toward the door.
"Hey, dad, are you finished here? I need to take off some weight."
"Yeah, I'm done there. I'm going to do some cardio then call it
quits," the man replied as he stepped through the door and bent over the
water fountain.
Sean nearly dropped the forty-pounders he was pressing. He swung
upward and set his feet on either side of the bench and rested the
dumbbells on his thighs.
"Excuse me, did you just call him dad?"
"Yeah."
"Wow! Your dad brings you here to work out?"
"Yeah," the boy said as he unloaded some of the weight off leg
press.
"O--kay," Sean said, repressing a smile.
"Your coach brought you here," the boy said.
"Touche. Sort of. We were desperate for a place to spend the
night."
"This is the best gym closest to where we live."
"Somehow, I can't imagine my dad and I working out in a gay men's
club," Sean said.
"My dad's gay, I'm straight," the boy said.
"Looking at him, he could keep that secret till hell freezes over,"
Sean said.
"He didn't want to keep it a secret. He wanted to be who he is."
"You're certainly mighty okay with it," Sean said.
"No reason not to be," the boy said. "It's pretty hard to write
your dad off just because of where he likes to put his cock."
Sean guffawed, choking back his laughter.
"Well, I guess that's one way of putting it."
"He's always been there for me, came to all my games, worked out
with me, took me to ball games, backed me in everything I did in my world.
When I turned eighteen, he invited me and brought me into his world."
"Do you mind me asking, where does your mother fit into all of
this?"
"My mother hasn't been in the picture since I was five. I barely
remember her. My dad didn't realize he was gay when he got married. When he
did come to grips with it, he didn't think it was fair to stay married to
her and try to cover it up and live a lie so they divorced."
"You know what I'm wanting to ask," Sean said.
"You don't have to, it's written all over your face," he said with
a pleasant smile. "The answer is yes. But it's a straight/gay
relationship; a one-way street, so to speak."
Now Sean was trying not to look shocked. "So, you... y-you do have
sex...with your dad."
"Sure. It makes him happy and it doesn't diminish me in any way. I
still like girls."
"W...what?" Sean asked, shaking his head. "No, I heard you. I'm
must having a little trouble absorbing it."
"He likes to suck my cock and likes for me to fuck him and he loves
to explore my body with his tongue. But like I said, its all way one way,
and we both get pleasure from it."
"Whew!" Sean whistled softly, still shaking his head. "Okay, you
don't have to say anymore. I'll just take a moment to let this all soak
in," he said as he picked up another pair of dumbbells.
"Sorry you're having a problem with it, but you're the one who
asked the questions," the boy said.
Sean finished pumping out the reps then sat up and set the
dumbbells on his thighs.
"No, I'm not having a problem with it; not you and your dad. I'm
having a problem letting it soak in while I try to imagine me and my dad."
"Would you write your dad off just because he was gay?"
"No," Sean replied without hesitation. "And you've got my respect
and admiration for the way you're handling it," he said. "Shit, you guys
are both pretty awesome, the way you're handling it. Your dad is a stud."
"More ways than one," the boy said.
"Do you, uh...do you guys ever do anything besides work out when
you come here?"
"Sure. He's probably in the steam room right now making out with
some young stud."
"And that's okay, too."
"This is his world. I say let him live his life."
"What about you?" Sean asked.
"If somebody happens along who turns me on, yeah, I'll go with him.
Or sometimes, it's just me and my dad. Sometimes other guys with
us. There's no set routine with us. What about you? I know you came in to
get out of the weather, but have you had any memorable experiences while
you're here?"
"As a matter of fact, I have," Sean said. "Some pretty incredible
memorable experiences. All first time experiences."
"They're the best," the boy said.
Sean's brain had suddenly cleared and was cranking up again with
ideas that should have been foreign to him. But he was watching this young
stud on the leg press, with legs like his dad's, and admiring his muscles
and wondering if he might be one of those guys who just happened along. The
boy finished his set and racked the sled and stood out of the machine. He
glanced in the mirror to see Sean looking at him.
"Do I see more questions on your face?" he asked.
"I don't know, it's probably just bewilderment you're seeing."
"No, I know bewilderment when I see it. That wasn't bewilderment on
your face when you watching me."
"No. No, it wasn't," Sean said. "I was just wondering...I mean,
this thing between you and your dad is sort of...well, sexy...sort of a
turn on...I mean, it's gotta be something damned special."
"It is, very special. But what were you wondering about?"
"If...I told you this is my first time, but talking to you has got
me wondering if...what it'd be like, maybe...if I'm one of those right guys
who just happened along...if your dad would mine if I..."
"You want to have sex with me and my dad," the boy finished.
"I guess you could say that," Sean said.
"I had to, you weren't doing a very good job getting it out."
"Yeah, I guess I was stammering around pretty bad," Sean said.
"The answer is, sure, I know he would be glad to include you. I'll
go get him as soon as we're finished here. Do you want him to take a
shower out of the steam room?"
"I don't care. I don't mind sweat," Sean said.
"He'll like that," the boy said. "By the way, my name's Colt. My
dad's name is Stedman."
"Sean," he said, putting out his hand. "You're aptly named; like a
young colt. You dad, though, should be named Studman."
They went through their final sets and Sean picked up his towel. He
was following Colt out of the gym when the boy turned around. "We're in
236," he said.
"Listen, just so there's no misunderstanding...I'm straight, like
you."
"Okay. It doesn't matter."
"And you're gonna be there, too...I mean, all three of us."
"Unless you want him all to yourself," Colt said.
"No, I want you the