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The night was hushed, except for the distant sound of the waves on the beach. The moon's pale light silhouetted the palms and shrubbery lining the yard, while the scent of night blooming flowers mingled with that of a new-mown lawn. Nearby, sleepy birds rustled and chattered spasmodically in the palms, which whispered in the gentle breeze. "Beautiful, isn't it?" Keith asked, as he swam to Jak, who was leaning back against the pool's edge, his head resting on his folded arms. "The night?" "Hm," Keith murmured, in response, as he kissed Jak on the cheek and held him close with an arm around the waist. "You'd really like to move down here, wouldn't you, t'be away from the long winter nights, and ice, snow, and the wind?" Jak rolled his head to the side. "It all depends on you. I hate us being apart so much, and you know what I think of the winter, but I can live anywhere. After all, I grew up in the winter. "As far as wanting to move here, though, if you really want to live here, yes, I think it would be wonderful. If you really don't want to live here, no, it wouldn't be so nice. As long as I'm with you, it doesn't matter where I live." He kissed Keith on the neck. "To me, home is not a place; it's where one's heart is. My heart is wherever you are." Keith leaned his head on Jak's shoulder, and asked, in a husky voice, "When and where did you become such a poet?" He could feel Jak's silent laughter. "The same place you learned to be so smart." "Hmm?" "What you did out there, on the beach, was like being hit in the face with a bucket of ice water. It was a shock. I've gotten so caught up in all the stuff down here, in Florida, I'd stopped realizing what was happening t'me, up here," he said, pointing to his head. "I felt like I was making some sort of contribution, beyond appearing in those vids, I mean. "When Pete left, and everything seemed on the verge of collapse, I got the guys moving again . . . and refocused them on the things which needed to be done. They still haven't gotten everything figured out, but things are much better. Dave, especially, was hard hit. He's done such a good job of hiding how hurt he was, that I don't believe even Levi knows how much pain he's in. "I was proud of the part I played in helping them out. Maybe I was too proud . . . too wrapped up in me and how great I thought I was, to realize what sort of guy I was becoming. I mean, I knew something wasn't right; I just didn't know what." He turned to Keith. "You saw what was happening, though, and steered me onto the correct road." "It's not going to be that easy, Jak. You know that. You're going to continue to be surrounded by folks who're telling you how wonderful you are, because of this or that. It's not only while you're making these vids; you'll be the focus of attention, no matter what you end up doing, just because of the type of person you are. The same's true of Rex. "You're learning how believing everything people say about you can twist your sense of self-importance. It can happen to anyone." Keith smiled, thinly, turning one of Jak's sayings back upon him. "You're not special, in that regard." "Is there anything you're working on overcoming?" Jak asked, smiling at Keith's observation. "Surely, there must be something." "Yes, expectations," Keith added, simply. "That's a nasty word, in my vocabulary. Having too many of them is sure to make a person unhappy, because reality will always fall short of what they expect. Having too few expectations, and merely going with the flow, is just as dangerous, because a person can begin taking cues about how to behave, from other people, about everything, eventually losing your sense of self. "Striking the right balance is important in setting expectations, just as it is in how you're feeling about what you do, and your contributions to the guys. Of course you should be proud of helping them through a tough spot. You should also be pleased with what you're doing . . . here, and in our relationship, or with your father and brother, or whatever. Pride is not a bad thing. Excessive pride, though, becomes hubris, and that is a bad thing." "Hubris?" Jak said, with a chuckle in his voice. "Cool word, huh? I learned it by reading the back of a cereal box, or something. I eat high class cereals, don't you know?" He snorted. When Jak turned to him, he continued. "I'm thinking the folks at that Seaquarium place we went to, should name one of those mega-sharks, Hubris." "How'd you sign the autograph today?" "With a pen." When Jak growled, Keith relented. "I figured you were gonna ask me that, sooner or later." "So?" "I signed it, Hank. He's sort'a my alter-ego. Y'know, rough and tumble." Jak barked a laugh, which caused Levi and Dave, who were lying in one another's arms on the chaise, to look up at the sudden noise. "Well, everyone around here has a minimum of two names; I thought Hank was as good as any for me. "I guess this means I'm a celebrity," he chuckled, trying not to wake the two men sleeping nearby. "I should prob'ly get a pair sunglasses and wear a big floppy hat and frumpy pink house slippers to conceal who I am, don't you think?" "C'mere, lover," Jak murmured, turning his back to the pool and pulling Keith to him, face-to-face, for a lengthy kiss. "Shall we go find that guest room Levi spoke of, or should we sack-out under the stars?" * * * "Okay, men," Ron said, as he, Cody, and Daniel sat around the restaurant table. "Enough of this behavior! I mean, really! You both have been moping around, acting like love-sick children. Why?" he asked, spearing Daniel with the single word. "I've learned what it's like to love someone, and know, without a doubt, that that person loves you in return." He made an impatient gesture. "Yeah, for a couple minutes, back there at the Seaquarium place, I wished Keith was the person who I could say loved me, but all I had to do was watch his eyes, whenever he spoke of Soren, to know any dream I had would never come true. I've been acting like sex is all there is to life. "Today, I learned better. I had the most wonderful day I can remember, hanging out with Keith. He's fun to be around. He laughs, and isn't afraid to play the fool. He's intelligent, caring, handsome, damn good looking, and . . . ," Daniel looked away, lowering his voice, "he's in love with Soren." "You didn't . . . ," Ron began. The words caused Daniel to look up, his lips twisting into a smile. "If you mean, did I make a pass at him, no I didn't. I'm not into being rejected, and there was no way Keith would do anything which might hurt Soren." Cody huffed a laugh. "So, Daniel likes Keith, and I like Soren. What a mess!" "I thought you and Boyd . . . ," Ron asked, his voice trailing off, as he turned to the auburn-haired man. "At least, that's what someone said." "They're right," Cody replied. "It's just . . . I hardly ever see Boyd! He might as well be living on the moon! I have to wait until Levi schedules both of us to be together, and that's not a good way to begin a relationship." "Do you think Boyd feels, about you, the way you feel about him?" "Or am I imagining things, like with Soren?" Cody asked, finishing Ron's thought. Ron shrugged reluctant agreement, with the words. "He says he does. When both of us were here, the last time, it sure felt to me like he cared. But . . . who knows? We need to spend time together for either of us to know for sure. "I have to say, though, that my past has not made relationship-things easy for me. I jump into things too quickly. I've wanted to be cared for, by someone, so badly, I imagine things to be something they're not. I never realized what I was doing, until Levi pointed it out to me." He bowed his head. "That wasn't fun. I knew how I was being treated, by the guys, but I didn't know why." "So, neither of you guys believes Soren and Keith would be better off with you than with one another, do you?" "I don't want Keith," Daniel protested. "I was just saying that Keith made me start thinking about what I'm missing . . . that life is about more than stripping naked and shooting a load. "I do have t'say, though, that it was sort'a rough seeing Keith in Soren's arms, when we got back to Levi's." Cody waited until Daniel made a, now you, gesture, before he spoke. "When he talked to me, the other day, Keith sort'a made me realize how much I miss Boyd. I still like Soren . . . a lot, but I've gotten over trying to convince myself he's in love with me. Boyd's responsible for helping start that, and Levi and Dave, too. Keith sort'a finished what they started. Until I met him, I didn't realize what a great guy Soren was involved with. I thought I could make him happier than this guy I'd never met. Once Keith and I met, I realized no one could make Soren happier." "So, what are you guys telling me?" "I'm not interested in Keith, as partner material," Daniel said. "Although, if the two of 'em decide they want to have a group grope, or jerk off session, I wouldn't complain. Keith's a Class-A Stud. So's Soren, but then we all know that." "I'll buy a ticket to your group grope, too," Cody laughed. "As far as Soren goes, though, I know nothing's gonna come of my feelings. I'd be a fool to keep feeling this way, especially when Boyd and I have the beginnings of something." Ron flopped back on his seat. "Well! That was much easier than I expected. I figured I was gonna have to twist you guys' arms, or something, to get you to see reason." Both Daniel and Cody turned to Ron. "We haven't heard a word about your day," Daniel grinned. "Did you and Soren have a good time? Hmmmm?" "You known damned well; at least I had a good time." Ron shook his head. "I think he did, too, but," he shrugged, "he and I know he was thinking about Keith through much of what we did. Who knows? Maybe he was pretending I was Keith." Ron grinned. "Who cares? He can pretend I'm anyone he wants." "Otherwise, it was awesome," Daniel grinned. "Massively awesome," Ron agreed. "I heard you guys talk about what it was like to be with him, but . . . I had no idea! I've watched every one of his vids, hoping Levi would partner me with him. But . . . damn! Nothing could have prepared me for the . . . intensity . . . of it! I've never met a guy who could be so . . . macho, and still play the part of a bottom." "He plays the part of a top pretty well, too," Cody murmured. "What I don't understand," Ron continued, "is how he can so convincingly be one person when he's with any of us, and suddenly turn into someone else, the moment Keith shows up." Cody spoke slowly. "What we see, is only a part of the real person. I'd be willing to bet that the way we see him behave whenever he's around Keith, is the way he really is . . . deep down. We see the super-macho side of him. I'm betting Keith is the only person who's ever seen all his insecurities. "Y'think?" Daniel asked. Cody shrugged. "Who knows?" He laughed. "I'm not the best person to talk about knowing what's going on in someone's mind. After all, look at how I've been treating all you guys since the day I showed up. If I'd had a clue what you were thinking about my behavior, I wouldn't have had to have Levi knock some sense into me." He paused. "But, then, Boyd n'I wouldn't have gotten together, either," he said, in a musing tone. * * * Keith walked out onto the largely-deserted beach and sat down, wiggling his toes in the wet sand. Small waves lapped onto the beach, while overhead, sea birds lazily circled, as he dialed his family's phone number. 'Beautiful,' he thought, looking around . . .'during the daylight,' he added, dryly, thinking back to the previous night, where he and Jak had joined Levi and Dave, in sleeping in the great out of doors. The experience had convinced him he was not destined to be an outdoorsman. He'd been bitten by at least one mosquito, and had awakened . . . twice, as something crawled over his body, once on a leg, the other time, an arm. 'If I'd had any sense, I would have wakened Jak and towed him into that set-building. They've got more beds in there than a motel, but no . . . I had to be a good sport . . . so I let bugs crawl all over me. 'Ugh . . . Florida bugs,' he thought, unable to keep from grinning, as he recalled a stand-up comedian he'd seen who'd told her audience that, 'Florida bugs were so big, if you threw a brick at one of 'em, hoping to smash it, most likely the Florida bug would throw the brick back.' She'd nodded, knowingly, as the audience laughed. "I could show you the bruise," she added, drawing renewed laughter. He sighed, as he dialed his father's telephone number. 'Well, here I am, on my own today. The guys are all involved in some sort of massive photo shoot, so no one's around to act as tour guide, and I'd get lost, for sure, if I took the car out on the road, GPS navigator, or not. So . . . it's just Hector n'me.' "Hey, Dad!" he said, pleased to hear his father's voice, and smiling, when Hector, Levi's enormous dog, ambled over and plopped down next to him, with a put-upon sigh. "Yeah, it's me . . . Hank," he said, lowering his voice, then laughing. "I figure, since everyone down here's got two names, I needed an extra one, which displays my macho side. How d'you like . . . hey, stop laughing!" He waited a moment, as his father relayed the new name to his wife. "Tell her to stop laughing, too! You both have just never . . . witnessed . . . my macho side. "Yeow!" he shouted, as a larger than expected wave doused him. "That was the macho sound I make when a wave slams into me," he grumbled, as he scrambled to his feet and moved further up the beach, where he plopped down onto the sand. "Hector saw it coming, so he got up and moved. "No, Hector's not one of the guys, and, as far as I know, he has only one name. He's a dog. A very large dog, who has returned to my side," Keith told his father, as Hector plopped down and rested his head on the blond man's lap. "Of course I'm sitting on the beach. That's why I was talking about waves. I'm wet. Thankfully, it's cloudy, so I'm prob'ly not going to start steaming and add to the humidity, like I would if the sun was out. This place is frippin' hot! "Yeah, I'm having an awesome time. I'm getting along with all the guys, plus Jak's two bosses. "Oh . . . well, he and the other three guys are at some sort of private garden, or something, doing a photo shoot. Things seem to be equally spread out between making those vids, photo shoots, and Jak doing interviews. As far as I know, none of the other guys have done interviews. One of the guys, Daniel, played tour guide, the other day. We went to see whales n'stuff. If it swims in the sea, we either saw it, or ate it. "Hey, your son's a celebrity!" He paused. "Noooo, I still have my video virginity, but when I was with Daniel . . . he's one of the guys . . . I was asked for my autograph. Actually, he was asked first, 'cause the guy recognized him, but then the guy asked me for mine, telling me I was sure to be a star." Keith laughed. "Y'think I'm in the wrong business?" He listened to his father. "No, I don't think so, either. I tend to be a one-person sort'a guy, when it comes to love. Being surrounded with all this handsome man-flesh, though, is certainly exciting. "Oh, okay, don't go there," Keith said, aloud. "Too much information can be a bad thing. "Yeah, Jak's been cute, showing me off like some prize bug in a jar at an elementary school show and tell, or something. Sorry, I've got bugs on the brain. We slept outside last night . . . yeah, that's right! Me! Outside! Imagine! Anyhow, two mega-sized Florida bugs decided to walk across me in the middle of the night! Well, they were either monstroso bugs, or small dogs. Ick, I think I wanna take another shower. "Yeah, I'm doing good. Can't y'tell? Better than I thought I would be, actually. I was sort of prepared to be miserable. It hasn't happened. I half expected everyone would hang out naked n'all, all the time. They don't, at least most of the time, though there has been more skin, including mine, showing than I'm accustomed to. No worries, though. Oh, okay, put her on." "Keith!" Sharon Massey, Keith's sister, shouted into the phone. "So . . . tell me all about all the cute boys. Have you seen 'em all naked, n'all? Are you hanging out with 'em, basking in the sunshine, and will come home without a tan line? "So . . . when are you gonna move? It's snowing here, y'know. I'm convinced it's never going to stop snowing. Did I hear Dad tell Mom you're sitting on a beach, with water n'all? Ah, that'd be so cool." Without pausing to let her brother answer any of her questions, she continued. "What's Jak doing now?" This time, she paused long enough for her brother to answer. "Yeow! A photo shoot . . . with three other guys! That'd be so cool!" He imagined his sister flopping back onto the sofa, radiating disappointment. "Geez, girls like me are left with all the dregs. All the good stuff is snatched up by you gay guys. "You sure you're not gay, Dad?" Keith heard his sister shout. "You're a nice guy. I figured some handsome man would have snatched you up before Mom had a chance." "Your mother fought them off with a big stick." "Euwww! Did you ever make any movies?" the girl shouted back, as her brother smiled and listened in, a couple thousand miles away. "None that you're old enough to see, young lady." * * * At the sound of laughing voices, Keith rubbed his eyes and turned onto his stomach. 'I know I'm gonna be burned to a crisp,' he thought, as Jak, Daniel, Ron, Cody, Levi, and Dave piled through the courtyard gate, in a flood of laughter. "Hey there, sexy," Jak murmured, as he squatted at Keith's side and kissed him. "How'd the photo shoot go? You all seem to be in a good mood." Jak sank to the grass and crossed his legs. "Things went fine. There was no . . . togetherness, if that's what you were wondering," he teased, as he ran a finger down the length of Keith's flank, grinning at the shivering reaction. "Damn, but I love you," he murmured, barely loud enough for Keith to hear. "I hate being away from you. It's . . . it's like I'm leaving behind a part of me, and I really don't like how it feels." Keith turned to him, his mouth wordlessly opening and closing. "Sometimes you say the sweetest things," he said, when he found his voice. "Thank you," he murmured, kissing Jak's hand, as a couple of the other guys headed toward them. "Hey, Keith!" Daniel said, as first he, then Cody, plopped themselves down. "Sexy swimsuit," Cody smiled, doing his best to be part of the group, and not stand aloof, as he'd always done. "Thanks. You guys seem pretty worked up about something." "Food!" Daniel shouted. "Yeah!" Cody added, in a self-conscious echo. "Food's good. I'm ready!" Keith chimed in, as he climbed to his feet and reached for Jak's hand. "C'mon, Handsome. Let's go see if we can help." He pulled Jak to his feet. "Either you've got'a lose some of the clothes, or I have to add some," he groused, as they ran toward the house. "Y'doing okay?" Daniel murmured, turning to Cody, who followed the two men, with his eyes. Jak had stripped off his shirt, emblazoned with the word, 'STUD,' and handed it to Keith, who slipped it on; then kicked off his shoes, and was helping set the large outdoor table located off the kitchen. "Yeah, I'm fine," Cody answered, as he listened to Jak's laughter. "It'd all be easier if Boyd were here. Everything's easier when he's around." "Well . . . I'm sure it is, but you've got'a remember, Cody, that you're not alone. You're one of the guys, and we're all glad you're with us. Okay?" Cody smiled. "Yeah, okay; and thanks." An hour later, the men were lounging around the remnants of their meal, while Dave was inside, grumbling about needing to eat more than chicken and salad for every meal. "Let's play volleyball on the beach," someone said, trying to sound enthusiastic. "You don't know what you're asking. I was always chosen absolute last when choosing teams to play anything. I can't pitch, I can't catch, or toss something, or whatever. I'm a total klutz. I just look like I'm an athlete," Jak said, striking a pose. "I'm a professional spectator." "We're all klutzes," Daniel laughed. "I've seen some guy-guy websites where the models are photographed throwing a football back and forth, or riding motorcycles, n'stuff, trying to act macho." "Grrrr," Ron grumbled, in imitation of someone pretending to be macho. "Personally, I don't like getting dirty," he added, eliminating any suspicions of his . . . macho-ness." "Same here," Daniel added, screwing up his face in distaste. Levi snorted in amused agreement. "So . . . we've got to resign ourselves to the fact that Levi chooses guys based on their massive good looks, and not whether they can throw a football. Right, Levi?" Daniel asked, turning a radiant smile on everyone, while Levi rolled his eyes, and refused to answer. "I can throw a football," Cody said, sounding as if he were surprised no one else could. When everyone turned to him, he couldn't help but add, "Well, I can! I also have a motorcycle, back home." "Well, Cody." Ron smiled. "So, you're the macho guy in the group. Can you catch a football, too?" "Yeah, it's no big deal." "So, you're versatile," Jak laughed, winking at the stunned auburn-haired man. "You prob'ly enjoy mud wrestling too, I'd bet." "Sure, I'm versatile . . . at a lot of things," Cody grinned, and damn-right, I like mud wrestling!" "Euwwww," Ron drawled, making a face. "You get so . . . dirty, doing that," then laughed at Cody's playful push. "So, since no one's an athlete but Cody, volleyball's out," Ron continued, scooting further away from Cody, lest he be challenged to a wrestling match . . . on the ground. "What about if we toss a Frisbee?" "Hey!" Cody protested. "I'm being penalized 'cause I can catch stuff?" The table went silent. "Looks like it," Dave said. "So, what's it gonna be? Frisbee?" "Do we need teams for that? If so, I wanna be on the skins team," Daniel shouted, holding up a hand, as if volunteering. "What are you talking about? You're circumcised!" Jak called, from where he was serving himself some more salad. "Not that type of skin," Ron shouted back, dismissing Jak's puzzled expression with a wave of his hand. "What about you, Keith?" "Um," looking toward Jak, as if seeking a clue. "I'm circumcised, too. That's what you were asking, right?" He held up his arms in front of his face as everyone, except Jak, threw a wadded-up napkin, or something, at him, accompanied by hoots and laughter. "Hey, no ganging up on the new guy! Treat me nice or I'll have . . . Soren, beat you up." "Look at me; I'm scared," Daniel shouted. "He only acts tough. Inside, he's a pussycat. Aren't you?" he asked, nudging Jak. "With Keith, I'm a pussycat. With you, I'm . . . not." "Well, I'm not much of an athlete, either," Keith added, wondering if Jak understood what he'd just said about himself. "Skins?" he asked, turning to Cody for an explanation. "It's that old debate team injury, isn't it?" Jak snickered, interrupting the explanation. "Hey, don't snicker. I'm more of an athlete than you! I win nearly every time we wrestle." "You've never won." "Sure I have. You just weren't looking." Keith turned to Daniel. "If this Frisbee throwing thing involves teams, though, I wanna be on Cody's team. Sounds like he's more of an athlete than all the rest of us combined. He just oozes athleticism, don't'cha think?" "I wanna be on Cody's team, too," Ron said, causing Cody's eyes to widen. "That leaves Soren and Daniel," Levi said. "Plus me," Dave said, coming out of the house, carrying an open bag of potato chips. "Aw geez, now we're sure t'lose," Daniel groaned, trying to suppress a smile. "Dave's main asset is his pretty face." "And big dick," Levi added. "Uuuu," everyone cooed. "I think his butt's pretty nice," Cody said, drawing everyone's attention. "Well, what can I say? I'm a butt-guy! He's got a nice one." "Thanks, Cody," Dave smiled, chomping down on a chip. "It's all yours." "I didn't say I wanted it. I only said it was nice." "I've never seen his butt," Daniel said. He stood up and dropped his shorts. "I'll show you mine, if you show me yours." Dave didn't even look up, as he reached into the potato chip bag. "No way. I've already seen yours." "Everyone's seen Daniel's butt," Ron laughed. "I swear, I saw a photo of it on the side of a bus in San Francisco, one time." "Well, I wanna see Dave's," Daniel said. "I wouldn't mind seeing Dave's ass again," Jak added. "What about that dick, Levi mentioned?" Ron chimed in. "Nope, not gonna happen," Dave replied, engrossed in his bag of chips. "Well . . . It doesn't sound like he wants to have any fun," Jak said. "Maybe we should take matters into our own hands." "By matters, y'mean, his butt?" Cody asked, looking interested "I thought we were playing Frisbee. I was sort'a looking forward to being on Cody's team," Keith complained. "Stripping Dave sounds like a lot more fun than Frisbee," Daniel laughed, drawing Dave's attention away from the bag of chips. "Well, that would have been my second choice," Keith responded, in a dry tone, turning to Levi, and shrugging, as the other men attacked. * * * Rex turned off his computer with an irritated punch of a key on his keyboard, then ambled into the living room and collapsed onto the sofa, with a dramatic sigh. He heaved another sigh, this time louder. Finally, his father looked up. "Yes?" Steve Rollins, Rex's father, grinned. "I assume those melodramatic exhalations were intended for my benefit." "Huh?" "Exhalations . . . sighs," Steve defined the word. "Dad . . . I haven't found anyone to be interested in, but if I did . . . tomorrow, say, and he was a nice guy, and he wasn't afraid of me turning him in for fooling around with an underage guy, what would you say?" "Tomorrow?" Steve asked, playing for some time while he tried to order his thoughts. Rex nodded, stretching his legs out in front of him and crossing them at the ankles, ambivalent to his . . . soft . . . cock and balls making a prominent bulge. His butter-yellow T-shirt hugged him like a second skin, and combined with the display in the groin of his pants, left no doubt that he was no longer a boy. He was, however, considered underage, and could get any man, with whom he played, into serious trouble. "This is a purely hypothetical question, you're asking?" Steve asked, wondering if his youngest son would soon be surprising him by wanting him to meet his new boyfriend, a forty year-old father of three. 'Hmm. Sounds like me.' "Yeah, a'course it is. I'm feeling horny, is all, and wondered if I met a nice guy, who's not afraid of me, what your reaction would be." Steve inhaled, then released his breath through puffed out cheeks. "I don't know what my reaction would be." He held up a hand, asking to be heard out. "Rex . . . you have to try to understand something about fathers, and those people their children become involved with. Y'see, we fathers believe no one is good enough for our son, or daughter. In this case, I'm only talking about you. It's difficult enough for me to imagine you being in a relationship of your own. It is really difficult to imagine you being in a relationship with someone who has a lot more experience with . . . everything . . . than you. "All fathers, not only me, would rather run across hot coals, barefoot, than see any of their children hurt. Of course, we know they'll face problems, but, if we can spare them any hurts, we will do whatever it takes. "It's difficult enough, imagining you being with someone your own age, but the sorts of pain such a person can inflict on you are . . . different . . . from the ones an older person can inflict. You have never been hurt, in love, Rex. Trust me, being hurt by another fifteen year-old boy is quite a bit different from being hurt by someone ten or fifteen years older." Steve paused. "I don't know what all that means, other than serving as some background on how I feel about you. Rex, I love you so much, I can't tell 'ya. In the ideal world, I would like you to spend the next few years maturing. Not physically," he added, with a smile. "You appear older than you actually are, and that's some of what I worry about. You aren't . . . older. You're fifteen, and as much as you might not like to hear it, you do have a lot of growing to do . . . mentally, emotionally, and other ways. "But . . . I haven't answered your question, have I?" Steve bowed his head for a moment, then looked up. "I have to come back to what I said, a while ago. I don't know how I would feel, or what I would say, if you told me you'd met a nice . . . older . . . man. The guy, if he were over eighteen, would be considered a criminal if he became sexually involved with you; and, in my mind, you would be guilty of allowing that hypothetical man to become involved. You know better." Steve heaved a sigh. "I'm thinking none of my rambling is helping answer your question." He thought a long moment, somewhat surprised Rex hadn't interrupted. "I guess, how I would react would depend on who the guy is, the circumstances of your meeting, his expectations, your expectations . . . a lot of things. "I would not, though, allow you to leave home to live with this person. Nor, would I be at all happy to see you posing in a picture with him alongside his children, who are older than you. Definitely, something to keep me awake at nights. "So . . . all I can say is that I love you, dearly. I will do anything in my power to protect you from being hurt. I'd do the same for Jak, so don't think I'm saying this 'cause you're fifteen. I also trust you to know what is right and what is . . . not. You have never . . . not once, caused me to question my trust in you. So . . . if you do run into someone you are attracted to, and the person is attracted to you, let me know about it, okay? I know you've said you would check with me, but I want to reiterate my request to not be . . . surprised. Bring the guy home to meet your dad, so I can check him out." Steve grinned. "Maybe I'll fight you for him." Rex sat up. "Like you say," he began, speaking slowly, "All fathers most likely feel about their kids, the way you do, about Jak and me. But . . . I bet there are only a handful of fathers who would have answered my question like you did. You not only told me your thoughts, but explained what's behind your them. That's cool. "Thanks for that, Dad. You said you would do anything to see that I'm not hurt. Well, I would do anything to make sure I don't cause you pain. I'll be a good boy, and, if someone happens along, I'll make sure to bring him home to meet you, no matter if I'm fifteen, or twenty-five, or whatever. Deal?" he asked, surprised at his father's misty eyes. "Deal, Rex," Steve said, in a choked voice. "Deal. I couldn't ask for more." Rex flopped back into his chair. "So . . . okay. Now that that's settled, I'm still horny!" He flung himself out of the chair and headed to his bedroom. "Damn!" * * * Steve shut off the water, nodded to the two men remaining in the gym's shower room, and grabbed his towel as he left. He flung the towel over his shoulder, as he strolled to his locker, wondering at the unusual behavior of the two men, both of whom had been watching him. He'd seen them before, but neither had behaved as they were today. 'Very strange,' he mused, as he opened his locker, and began drying himself. 'Very nice looking men,' he thought, 'but then, I'm like Rex, constantly horny.' He grinned. 'Horniness must run in the family. After all, I've got one son who's a porn actor; another, who wants to be a porn actor; and then there's me . . . who would love to have sex with another man, though being a porn actor doesn't sound bad. Hell! Jak's making more money than I am! Waaaay more money, than I am!" One of the men from the shower, a college-age blond man, with a turned up nose, mischievous brown eyes, and a body made by some artistically inclined deity, hesitated for a moment, at the end of the row of lockers. When Steve looked up, the young man grinned slightly, and nodded a greeting. "Awesome body, dude," he said, in a low voice, taking a couple steps closer. Steve glanced over his shoulder, thinking maybe the guy was speaking to someone else. The look of open admiration on the young man's face, though, caused a tingle in Steve's groin, especially when he saw that he was the only person to whom the young man could have been speaking. "Um . . . thanks," he mumbled. 'Is this how public sexual encounters begin?' he wondered. 'This guy's older than Jak, but not by much, and, where Jak looks . . . masculine, this guy could almost be called cute. The body, though, leaves no doubt that he's a rugged sort of guy. "Yours, too," Steve added, not sure what to say. "Your body, I mean. Love the all-over tan." "Yeah?" The young man turned to give Steve a better view. "Thanks," he said, as he ran an appreciative hand over the swell of one of his muscular ass cheeks. "Your body, though . . . Geez, makes me hard, just lookin' at it. I was watching you, back in the shower. Hot," the blond man concluded. "Oh?" Steve asked, doing his best to control his breathing, certain that either Jak or Rex would be handling the situation better than he. "No one's ever told me they get hard, just looking at me." "Well," the blond softly snorted amusement. "You've been hanging out at the wrong places, that's f'sure. Your body and dick are awesome." "Um . . . " The blond grinned, as he stepped closer, his pale brown eyes never leaving Steve's. "You're not used to guys giving you any sort of compliments, are you?" he asked, as he raised a finger, hesitated, then rubbed a fingertip over one of Steve's erect nipples, causing the older man to shiver. "I'm Matt," he said, introducing himself. "Y'mind me touching you, like I am?" he asked, as the finger trailed over Steve's chest and belly, stopping to toy with the tangle of Steve's dark pubes. Matt grinned, as Steve's penis quickly began to swell, until it was throbbing, fully erect. "I'm guessin' y'don't mind being touched, like this." He looked up, and smiled, when Steve pulled his head closer, feeling as if he'd stepped into one of Jak's porn vids. He felt the blond man's warm breath, mingling with his own; then, as the younger man whimpered, Steve mashed his mouth against Matt's. "Fuckin' awesome," the younger man gasped, as he blinked, seemingly surprised by Steve's sudden aggressiveness. He flicked a glance from Steve's eyes, to his dick, then back. "You want the cock?" Steve asked, in a low voice, once again, thinking how much he sounded like his oldest son. The blond nodded, unable to remove his eyes from the thick cock. He knelt on the floor, and moved closer, his back to the walkway at the end of the lockers. "It's yours," Steve said, thrusting his hips forward. "F'real?" "You wanna taste my juice?" Steve asked, tilting the kneeling man's face up, with a touch below his chin. The young man nodded once, all bravado gone, replaced by a hunger. His own cock had grown, and now pulsed between his legs. 'Damn, but I'd like to taste that,' Steve thought. 'But first . . . "How about it?" Steve asked, as he swiped the head of his erection across the man's cheeks and lips, leaving behind a glistening trail of pre-cum. "Y'like?" he asked, when the man licked his lips. "Oh, yeah," Matt exhaled. "F'real? It's okay if I suck you off? You'll really shoot in my mouth?" "Suck it and find out," Steve murmured, thrusting his hips forward and pulling the younger man's face to him, with a hand behind the head. "Hurry, though. Otherwise, I may change my mind." The suggestion that he might be deprived of the taste of the lean man's semen, emboldened the younger man, and, in a flash, he buried Steve's erection down his throat, and had begun expertly working the cock with his tongue, and the muscles of his throat. "Damn, you're good," Steve murmured, as he felt a tingling begin to develop, deep in his groin. The need to climax grew, as the other man from the shower, glanced around the end of the row of lockers, to see what was going on. After seeing the young blond man on his knees, with Steve's cock buried down his throat, he stepped into the aisle and began masturbating himself. Steve glanced from the man, to the sight of his own penis penetrating the younger man's mouth, and felt his orgasm grow, then overtake him. He held the guy's head still, and thrust himself to his full depth, pushing his pubes against the blond man's face, as he growled and his cock pulsed, sending out a huge load of sperm. The man who was masturbating himself made a strangling sound, as Steve's body trembled. As soon as Steve finished shooting, the kneeling man pivoted and, after barely getting the man's cock into his mouth, he was swallowing his second load of jiz in less than a minute. A few moments later, Matt released the gasping man's erection, and turned back to Steve. He wiped his fingers through the sperm escaping from a corner of his mouth, then licked his fingers. When Steve shook his half-hard cock in the blond man's face, the younger man looked up, as if for instruction. "Lick it clean,' Steve ordered, giving his cock another slight shake. The young man eagerly sucked on the head, caressing the piss slit with his tongue, then cleaned the length of the softening cock, as he gripped Steve's butt cheeks. "Good boy," Steve cooed, as the man, standing at the end of the aisle, continued to look on. "Now, it's my turn." Steve helped the younger man to his feet; then, after looking into his eyes and smiling crookedly, he pulled the surprised man to him, held both sides of his head, and aggressively kissed him. "Oh . . . oh . . . geez," the younger man breathed, when they separated. "No one . . . here, has ever done that t'me before." "I'm not like everyone else," Steve murmured, again reminding himself of his oldest son. He sat on the bench separating the two rows of lockers, and licked up the underside of Matt's penis, feeling a shudder run through the standing man's body. "Y'like?" Steve asked, already knowing the answer, turned on as much by the onlooker, as the young man standing in front of him. 'It's been so long,' he thought. 'This isn't like Rex. With him, no matter how much I enjoyed myself, I felt guilty. With this man, I don't.' After sucking on one, then the other, of the young man's nuts, Steve looked around the standing man, to the onlooker. "Kiss him," he ordered. "But . . ." "Kiss him! Y'think being with a guy is only a one-way deal? You should learn that you don't just get your rocks off and leave." When the onlooker hesitated, Steve raised his voice. "Do it!" The onlooker slowly moved forward, and hesitantly touched his lips to the younger man's. That was all it took, before his halting kiss turned passionate, as he tasted, not only the younger man's tongue, but the remnants of Steve's and his own load. 'This guy's not gonna last long,' Steve thought, as the young man began to tremble, from the onslaught of sensations, both from having his cock sucked, and the continuing passionate kiss. 'Beautiful,' Steve thought, as he studied Matt's penis for a moment, before attacking it again. It was thick and straight, standing out from a dense pubic mat and two impressive nuts. Steve inhaled, the intoxicating scent of a locker room, mixed with the clean smell of the young man. 'I've got close to twenty years to make up for,' he grinned, 'and this is the first step. While I was married, I would never have dreamt of cheating on Rachel. Now that she and I have divorced, I'm free.' The standing man moaned, and grabbed at Steve's head, holding him still, as he began to fuck the older man's face, while at the same time he and the onlooker kissed. He groaned, his legs began to tremble, his cock swelled, and . . . he blasted his load into Steve's mouth, coating the older man's tongue, with three jets of thick semen. "Ah . . . geez," Matt sighed, his body shuddering, as Steve milked the last drops of jiz from his penis. "That was awesome." The man who'd been kissing him, quietly left, and Steve stood. "Thanks," he grinned, as he met the blond man's tongue, sharing the taste of the load he'd just shot. "You're a hot stud," he smiled, as he slapped one of the younger man's ass cheeks. "Aw fuck," Matt nervously laughed. "Thanks. That was way-awesome. I . . . I . . . think I'd better take another shower." With that, he left. A moment later, he shouted a greeting to someone who'd come from the pool into the shower room. Steve slowly sank to the bench and silently laughed. 'I remind myself of Jak!' He shook his head. 'Whoa-boy, that was fun!"
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