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 THE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB Matteus

   Written by Lady Poetess egiggles at moose-mail.com
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has no resemblance to anyone dead or alive.

   ONE

   Mateus Roberto Carrieri was here, in the same building as he was.  Ben
William Oliver Swain was at the same terrified and aroused, not knowing how
to react to this situation.  Normally he didn't have any problem
interacting socially with people.  Confident with the appeal of his
striking good looks and muscular physique, he had been charming the pants
off - literally and figuratively - people around him since he discovered at
the age of twelve how effective a combination of his dimples, strong square
jaw line, and eyes the color of rare jade when he was experiencing strong
emotions like lust could be.

   But Mateus was different.  That man had been Ben's first genuine crush.
He was the first man that Ben actively pursued instead of the other way
around.  When he saw the much older Mateus for the first time, he wasn't
that impressed with the man's looks.  Sure, Mateus was handsome in a pretty
unremarkable manner but he was a much older man.  Ben, on vacation in
exotic Belize, was more interested in other...  younger...  pleasures.

   Ben would have looked away without a second glance at Mateus that day on
the beach if the laughter of the young kid that Ben would know later was
Mateus's kid didn't reach his eyes.  Ben could only watch, entranced, as
Mateus lifted the kid in his arms and laughed with his son.  Those two were
the perfect father and son at that moment, a large and muscular protective
warrior and the frail son that he protected with all his life.  Ben heard a
sigh escaped his own lips.  He had no memory of his biological parents and
his foster parents made sure that he was reminded every fucking day that he
was adopted.  He envied Mateus's son.  He was also struck with an
unexpected image in his head of Mateus wrapping him in those muscular arms
and soothing him even as the man ravished him.  His unexpected surge of
lust for that man shocked him even as his cock swiftly hardened in his
swimsuit while his sphincter tightened in anticipation, but Ben never
questioned the twists and turns his life took.  Upon realizing his lust for
Mateus, he accepted it and acted upon it.

   But they last saw each other four years ago and they didn't part on good
terms.  How did one act in front of someone who knew your body and got
inside your head so well that you could still feel the man's hands on your
skin and hear his laughter in your head?  Ben had no idea.  He had more
affairs than he could count with his hands but these affairs never got
under his skin the way his affair with Mateus did.

   Mateus was here, today, in the Briston Pool.  Ben was grateful that he
had dived before he saw Mateus standing in the front row of the audience
because he would have lost his nerves otherwise.  He probably wouldn't win
today since he made a premature turn that caused his dive into the water
less graceful as he'd have liked, but he would have made a bigger joke of
himself if he knew that Mateus was watching him.  Did Mateus liked how Ben
looked standing on the diveboard, flexing his muscles while wearing his
tiny blue Speedos?  Ben hated himself for wondering.  He was older now and
his musculature was more defined.  His face was losing its boyish
handsomeness slightly as he became the young man he was.  Did Mateus adore
Ben only because of Ben's boyish looks?

   "Don't worry, it's not that bad," Alexandre Despatie said as Ben stood
beside his friend.  That was what Ben liked about Alex - Alex didn't
pretend that Ben executed a splendid dive.  There was no need.  They were
both divers, although Alex was so good that he was like a god in terms of
talent compared to Ben who had yet to win gold medals at the Olympics like
Alex had done with disgusting regularity since Alex started diving at the
age of fourteen.  Ben never envied Alex though.  He knew the limits of his
own abilities and unlike Alex he didn't see diving as his life.

   "Yeah, I know.  Coach won't be happy though because I really shouldn't
screw up like that." Now that he knew it was Mateus's presence that caused
him to feel this nervousness that screwed up his calm during his dive, Ben
wouldn't use that as an excuse to justify his failure.  Now when a part of
him was thrilled that Mateus came all the way here.  Did he come here to
see Ben?  Did he miss Ben?  Oh, Ben missed Mateus.  No many how many lovers
Ben had after Mateus, he often found himself longing for the intimacy he
shared with Mateus.  The sex with the man was great, but Ben had great sex
with other people since then.  It was the way he could laugh with Mateus
and be himself with that man that he missed so much.

   Ben did envy Alex in one aspect.  Alex was just one year older than Ben
but Alex had already what Ben wanted and thought he'd had with Mateus -
another half of his soul that he could fuck, love, fight with, and live
with.  It was quite a minor scandal among their friends when Alex announced
that he was head over heels in love with Tian Liang, but that was because
TL was Alex's bitter rival in the diving circuit.  It turned out that Alex
was all this while sneaking around and fooling with TL without telling his
friends, that joker.

   It seemed to Ben that all his fellow gay friends were in love and even
married, leaving him feeling left out at the sidelines.  Oh, they were
still good friends, but those who were in relationships now seemed to share
a bond that Ben was left out of.  It was the kind of bond that allowed his
friends to laugh and commiserate over the experience of being a married man
and dealing with a beloved's various moods, a bond that Ben couldn't be
included because he had no idea how to contribute to conversations about
the quirks of being in relationships.  Therefore, Ben could only smile when
Michael would talk about what he should get for Gill in their anniversary
while Kerr, Bryce, Alex, and other married buddies would chime in with
suggestions backed up with anecdotes from their own relationships.  His
friends didn't mean to sideline Ben but Ben knew he was the odd man out in
these occasional evenings when they were all free from their sports
commitments and Alex could fly down from Canada to catch up with the guys.

   It was also hard to talk to his friends, such as now when he and Alex
just stood there in awkward silence.  Ben couldn't share his recent
one-night stand with Alex because Alex not only didn't play the field to
Ben's extent, Alex also couldn't share anything other than his bedroom
antics with TL, and Alex wasn't the kind to kiss and tell.  They couldn't
discuss the hot ass of some diver because Alex couldn't imagine anyone more
perfect in body and soul than TL.

   "I saw an old boyfriend in the audience," Ben blurted out despite
himself.

   "Ah," said Alex knowingly.

   "No, he didn't ruin my dive," said Ben.  "Well, I felt goose pimples on
my skin as I got ready for the dive, but I didn't really see him until I
was getting out of the pool, so that's no excuse."

   "Sometimes you should make an excuse for your failures, Ben." Alex
sounded like he was harboring some form of sadness on Ben's behalf.  "You
are always so serious."

   Distracted by Alex's rare incursion into psychology, Ben says adamantly,
"I'm not.  I fuck around..."

   "You fuck around very seriously." Alex sighed and looked into Ben's
eyes, his own eyes uncharacteristically grave and solemn.  "You do
everything so seriously, Ben, it's like seeing a horse run itself to death.
You've been fucking around more and more as well.  You're protecting
yourself?"

   "Yeah," said Ben.  He wasn't risking his life over meaningless sex by
going bareback.  "Don't worry about that." He hesitated over what he was
about to say next to Alex but what the hell, he might as well say it. 
"Alex, have you imagined what it's like if TL leaves you?"

   Alex for a few seconds looked furious, as if he wanted to smash Ben's
face for asking such a question.  But soon the usual calm facade that made
many people believe that Alex was less intelligent than he actually was
returned.  "What a fucked-up question," he merely said.  "No, I can't
imagine it.  I'm probably being a naive idiot like they said I was in the
press but yeah, I don't know what I'd do without TL.  He's been in my life
for so long, I think I'm in love with him even before we hooked up, you
know?  I just didn't know it back then.  What can I say, Ben?  All I can do
is to make sure that this relationship lasts, you know?"

   And, after another heartbeat of silence, Alex asked Ben, "Why did you
leave this old boyfriend of yours?  Clearly he's the one who puts you in
this mood."

   "Why did I leave him?" Ben sighed again.  Hell, he'd been sighing more
in this hour than in his entire life.  "He realized on his thirty-second
birthday that I was just thirteen going on fourteen."







   TWO

   Sweat dripped from Ka'ke Carrieri's face.  He wiped at his face with the
back of his head wearily and cursed the sun and the fact that no fucking
body drove this way to give them a ride.

   "Cheer up, Ka'ke," said his good friend Sean Lamont as he walked beside
him on the road to nowhere.  "We'll get there by foot if we have to."

   Ka'ke had taken off his soaked shirt and now even his jeans felt like
they weighed a ton.  Cursing, he unzipped them and kicked them off so that
he was now in only his briefs.  As he crammed his jeans into his knapsack,
Sean said cheerfully, "You'll get us arrested for indecent exposure."

   "I don't think anyone will come this way, Sean," Ka'ke said to him, his
tone pleasant despite his mood.  Sean had that effect on everyone - he was
always cheerful and calm that those around him, like Ka'ke in this
instance, always felt a reassuring sense of calm in his presence.

   It was unfair that Sean was straight because Ka'ke was the only one
therefore who had to swallow and try not to look too long at Sean's
shirtless body.  Sean was gorgeous with his strong square jaw, open honest
face, and easy smile, so it was deadly unfair that Sean also had a
powerfully muscled physique.  Right now Ka'ke had to control his unruly
desires every time he saw Sean, because even the sight of the waistband of
Sean's yellow briefs peeking over Sean's low-riding jeans was driving him
crazy.  Ka'ke was also a gorgeous man, he knew that, but he also knew that
his charms had no effect on Sean.  So Ka'ke was the one who had to suffer
alone and he didn't think it was fair at all.  They should have asked some
pretty woman to join them so everyone can suffer, he thought wryly.

   "You're smiling, that's good," said Sean, his own grin sending Ka'ke's
heart into vigorous overdrive.  "I told you, buddy, everything will be fine
and we will be at Healing Heart soon enough."

   Ka'ke had questioned the sanity of agreeing to accompany Sean to that
blasted place several times since they made this journey.  This was just
one of the many mystifying reasons as to why he and Sean could remain good
friends despite their vast differences in personality.  Sean was a very
nice guy under most circumstances, optimistic and open, while Ka'ke was
cynical, pessimistic, and jaded.  But they actually enjoyed each other's
company even after Ka'ke realized that he was gay and let Sean know of this
three years ago.  That abruptly ended their evenings out together, which
used to comprised of "dates" where Sean and Ka'ke picked up a woman and
double-team her.  Ka'ke now slept with men while Sean continued his dates,
without any guy tagging along to join the fun as far as Ka'ke could tell,
but they still remained close even if they no longer did things together
naked, their cocks rubbing sensually along the shaft as one of them drove
it into a tight wet pussy while the other cock pack the woman's ass...

   Ka'ke tried to stop thinking of those times when the two men had touched
each other's naked skin so comfortably as they made love to a woman at the
same time, because that direction meant embarrassment, especially when he
was wearing only briefs that hid nothing from Sean's eyes.  Still, he
wondered what Sean thought of when he remembered now the times when Ka'ke
and he touched.  Now that Sean knew that Ka'ke was gay, would Sean think of
the times Ka'ke touched him and shudder in distaste?  Sure, Ka'ke wasn't so
certain that he liked guys back then, but Sean didn't know that.

   But Sean wasn't just open and kind, he was also a saint because right
now he just placed his hand on Ka'ke's bare back and urged him to keep
going.  No homophobia for Sean at all.  If Ka'ke wasn't more careful, he'd
think Sean was the most perfect man on earth and he might even fall in love
with his straight friend.



   Jon Peter Lewis ran Healing Heart although his father Charles still had
a say in matters.  His father had retired after a recent heart attack
although it took nearly all of the persuasive charm of Jon's boyfriend
Andrew Walker to get that man to do so.  The home for errant delinquents,
Healing Heart aimed to rehabilitate them to honest labor and simple living.
Like his father, Jon preferred to take one or two new residents at one
time. He wasn't the most social person around but fortunately Rew was
around to help.

   Oh Rew.  Jon had to smile every time he thought about how Rew, formerly
a very immoral person, had thrown himself into the work of Healing Heart
with the zeal of a born-again religious person.  Where Rew was once
thoroughly amoral, his eyes now positively gleamed with fanatical delight
as he cajoled, scolded, persuaded, and mould even the most stubborn
residents into a semblance of good behavior by the end of their stay.  Rew
was the bad cop, Jon was the good cop, and the two of them worked very well
this way.

   However, Rew's son Thomas was two now.  Rew had that kid with his
stepmother but he considered the son as his and Jon's.  Jon loved that kid
like his own.  But taking care of a very energetic two-year old and the
residents were more than the two of them could handle and strains were
seeping into the relationship.  They were often too tired at the end of the
day to do anything more than to sleep in each other's arms.  Very soon, Rew
said, they would start fighting and arguing just like his parents did and
he didn't want that to happen to them.  Jon proposed that they find someone
to help them out this year on a trial basis and Rew quickly agreed.

   Jon wasn't so sure when he saw the two volunteers that showed up.  Rew
thought it would be easier to email an ad to the community website of
several colleges requesting volunteers and these two, Sean Lamont and Ka'ke
Carrieri, were college students no doubt looking for some extra credits. 
Sean seemed like a nice fellow with his easy smile and strong handshake as
he introduced himself to Jon, but there was a guardedness around him when
it comes to Ka'ke whom he introduced to Jon as his best friend.  Ka'ke was
obviously tired and exhausted.  Jon heard about their car breaking down
miles up the road and Rew promised to get someone to look at the car ASAP.
As a grateful Ka'ke walked off in the direction of the shower that Jon
pointed out, Jon saw Sean's face as Sean looked after Ka'ke.  Jon was
pretty good at reading people and he knew at once what Sean was feeling
when the handsome young man looked at the back of his best friend.  Jon saw
that expression on Rew's face often enough.  It was the expression of a man
who was falling in love despite everything and he was slowly coming to term
that falling in love was one of the best things that ever happened to him.

   Oh dear, he needed dedicated volunteers, not two people with unresolved
issues between them.  Jon hoped he'd made the right decision by taking
these two on.



   "Nice place," Sean said as he climbed into bed.

   Ka'ke gasped when he felt Sean climbed into the same bed as he.  "What
are you doing?  Your bed is over there."

   Sean was naked.  There was no mistaking the flaccid cock that pressed
against Ka'ke's back.

   "I like this place," Sean continued as if Ka'ke had never spoken.  "It's
quiet, as if the whole world is finally quiet.  No more sounds other than
you and me breathing."

   "You're creeping me out, Sean," Ka'ke said, turning to look at Sean in
concern.  "What's with you, man?"

   "I miss you."

   Ka'ke faked a laugh.  He missed Sean too, in ways Sean will never know
and Ka'ke will never tell.  He missed the way the two of them, naked and
vulnerable to each other's touch, would let their skins come in contact. 
"You are never away from me long enough to miss me," he told Sean with
forced lightness.  "We even talk of getting a place together after we
graduate, remember?" Oh, those silly dreams.  Maybe one day they would find
other people and go their separate ways, and Ka'ke would try to stop
imaging how things would be different if his best friend was also gay... 
and they could be more than friends...

   "Remember when we went to visit your father last year in Rio?"

   The mention of his father never failed to slightly dampen Ka'ke's mood.
He still felt vaguely embarrassed over the circumstances behind his coming
out to his father.  "Yeah," he said.  He was always so eager to make that
man proud of him but sometimes he wasn't sure where he stood with his
father.

   "I asked Mateus to fuck me in the ass."

   "What?" cried Ka'ke, sitting up in his shock to stare at Sean.

   Sean looked miserable as he rubbed one hair wearily through his head. 
"I wanted to know what it felt like, to be, you know, like you.  I thought
if I liked it, maybe you and I could..."

   "What are you saying, Sean?" Ka'ke asked, not daring to breathe, not
wanting to hope.

   "I miss you," said Sean again.  He swallowed.  "It's not the same since
you're no longer there whenever I fuck a girl.  I miss feeling your cock
rubbing against mine.  I miss your hands digging into my butt as I fuck
someone while you pack her other hole under me.  I also miss the nights
when I can climb into the same bed with you after we're done studying and
we'll just talk and pretend that it will be the two of us together for the
rest of our lives.  Am I crazy, Ka'ke?  I think I'm like you, Ka'ke...  I
like being with you, touching you."

   Ka'ke couldn't help it.  He kissed Sean like he'd always wanted to, and
Sean kissed him back.  They were both very experienced kissers but with
each other, nervous in their first time, they kissed like it's their first
time.  "Did you like it?" Ka'ke asked.

   "What?  This kiss?  Oh yes."

   "No, I mean, sex with my father."

   "We didn't do it.  He couldn't get his cock hard long enough."

   "My father is straight, Sean.  Why would you even imagine..."

   "That's because he was looking at me...  strangely," Sean tried to
explain.  "When I tried to kiss him, he moaned out a name, something like
Benjamin."

   Ka'ke started to believe that he didn't know his father at all.  Did his
father have a secret male lover?  The idea was hard to believe.  His virile
father who slept with any woman that even looked at him...  had a male
lover?

   But there was a more important matter at hand - Sean.  Ka'ke looked at
his friend's angelic face, so sad and confused at that moment, and told
him, "Sean, I don't want us to be a mistake.  I want you to think about
this very seriously, okay?  Whether you are really gay or just confused,
you have to figure that out because you don't need to sleep with me to keep
my friendship.  You already have my friendship, Sean.  If you want more, I
can give you more but only if more is really what you want from me."

   "You don't find me attractive?" Sean asked, stricken.  "I've seen some
of your men, they are not like me, I know, some country bumpkin with a
Glasgow accent..."

   "No, Sean, no," Ka'ke reassured him.  They were both naked in each
other's arms now, but while Ka'ke still felt desire, he felt a more
pressing need to reassure Sean and comfort him.  "You are attractive. 
See?" He grinned and nodded towards his erection.  "But I love you as a
friend too much to toss the friendship away for sex.  We both know how sex
can screw up things, right?"

   Sean nodded.  He studied Ka'ke's erection curiously, like he was trying
to imagine even touching it, which confirmed Ka'ke's belief that he had
done the right thing by not fucking his confused friend when this
opportunity arose.  Oh, he wanted to, but like he'd told Sean, he loved
Sean too much to lose him as a friend.

   "Come on, we'll sleep and things will look clearer in the morning," he
told Sean.

   Odd, but Sean had always been the strong one to make reassurances until
that moment.  But as they held each other, getting used to feeling once
more their naked bodies pressed together, they began talking as if nothing
had ever happened and Sean had never wanted to have sex with Ka'ke.  They
laughed, joked, and argued until they were too sleepy to talk and they
ended up sleeping in each other's arms.  As he drifted off to sleep, Ka'ke
knew he did the right thing by being patient.  Unknown to him, Sean was
entertaining similar thoughts, only he was thinking that it was the right
thing to do all along to fall in love with his best friend.



   THREE

   Mateus Carrieri knew that he should feel disgusted at his weakness at
coming over to watch Benjamin Swain but all he was feeling was electrifying
giddiness.  He didn't realize until he saw that kid how happy he'd been
with Ben during the magical three months they had together.  Just seeing
Ben caused him to relive the exuberant joy he'd felt when he for the first
time in his life threw his head back and laughed in abandon.  He always
laughed in Ben's company.  He'd laughed so hard when he made Ben come so
hard the first time they fucked.  Ben had lost control and shot his own
load so hard that his come splattered all over Mateus' face.  After he
ended their relationship, Mateus realized that he had stopped laughing. 
He'd stopped feeling.

   It was right at that time to break off the affair after he realized how
obscenely young Ben was.  He didn't know at that time that Ben wasn't even
fourteen.  He'd believed Ben was Ben claimed to be eighteen because Ben
looked eighteen.  How could any thirteen-year old sport such thick body
hair and even thicker pubic fur?  That cock was definitely not a
thirteen-year old kid's cock in terms of size and its ability to become
rock hard and spurt harder.  Ben's body was impressively muscular and
well-developed for his age.  No, Mateus could be forgiven, he supposed, for
believing Ben's claim to be eighteen, especially when Ben knew how to use
the muscles in his ass to milk every drop of Mateus's come in a way no
thirteen-year old kid should know.

   Oh hell, he was being a hypocrite with that last sentiment, Mateus knew.
At thirteen, he was certainly sexually experienced enough to drive a woman
wild with his cock.  He took his son Ka'ke to a whorehouse when Ka'ke was
thirteen to teach his son how to fuck, even demonstrating with the
prostitute first in front of Ka'ke's admiring gaze so that Ka'ke would know
what to do with the girls in school instead of wasting his come into a
handful of tissue.  So a sexually experienced thirteen-year old shouldn't
come as a surprise to a hot-blooded Brazilian man like himself.

   Ben was the first man...  boy...  that he'd fucked and Ben changed his
world so irrevocably that Mateus knew he was no longer the same man that he
was before.  He'd plunged his cock into so many underaged boys since Ben,
desperate to find a way to feel like his own self again, but it was no use.
Every boy he shot his load into reminded him only how much better sex was
with Ben...  and how he missed Ben so much that it seemed as if someone had
torn his heart out of his chest.  He sometimes wondered whether Ben was an
anomaly in his otherwise hotblooded heterosexual lifestyle.  But this was
always followed by his crystal clear realization that it didn't matter. 
Ben had marked him and Mateus was forever changed.

   Now, he was seized by lust so frenzied and wild when he saw Ben standing
there on the board in only a pair of blue swim trunks that he was shocked
by its intensity.  It was all he could do not to rip off his shirt and dive
into the pool, either to cool the fire coursing in his veins or to touch
Ben again, he had no idea which.  Ben was an unearthly angel when he was
thirteen, and now he had become even more beautiful.  He had become taller,
six foot three now to his six foot when he was thirteen, and his
musculature was clearly more defined now.  Mateus might mistake Ben's
thirteen-year old physique as a man's back then, but now, watching Ben, he
knew in all certainty that Ben's adult physique could make him weep in awe.
Hell, his cock was weeping even as he felt his knees weakened as the sight
of Ben's incredibly defined abs and those firm pectoral muscles crowned by
cherry wine nipples that Mateus knew from experience were succulent and
delicious to tease in his mouth.

   Why did he come here?  To see Ben again, of course, but he did so out of
curiosity.  Now, he was glad that he did.  Ben was almost eighteen now.  He
was no longer a child and instead an angel of unbelievable beauty that
could tempt a saint into sin.  And hell, Mateus was never a saint.

   He loosed the first three buttons of his shirt as he paced outside the
dressing room.  He felt stupid waiting like a groupie for Ben to show up,
but short of charging inside and taking Ben, he didn't know what else to
do. For the first time, he thanked whoever it was that sent him to America,
be it God or Devil, so that he could find Ben again.  He wasn't pleased to
leave Brazil since he didn't like changes in his lifestyle as a general
rule, especially when he was in an enjoyable affair involving a very
open-minded widow who insisted on sharing him with her three daughters
every time he dropped by her place.  Even the obscene increase in his
salary and the perks that his bank threw at him to get him to accept this
transfer to New York, he wasn't sure until he saw Ben that he was making
the right decision.  Now, he didn't want to go back to Brazil.

   Ben came out of the dressing room in a T-shirt and a pair of loose
shorts.  He was still the most beautiful man Mateus had ever seen.  Mateus
suspected that Ben would always be the most beautiful man he'd ever seen.
Ben said goodbye to someone with curly hair.  Is that kid Ben's lover? 
Mateus was confident that he could make Ben forget that kid soon enough if
that was the case.

   "Mateus!" Ben said when he saw who was standing in front of the exit.

   "Don't look so shocked.  I know you saw me when you came out of the
pool," Mateus said.  His English was impeccable, if accented.  "I made sure
you will see me."

   "I thought you didn't want to see me again," Ben said.  He sounded
nervous to Mateus's ears.  Good.  Mateus was nervous too.

   "You know why.  But now, there's nothing to stop me from finishing what
I started with you," Mateus told him as he took a step towards Ben.  And
another.  "You promised me that you would always be mine.  I want you to
fulfill that promise to me."

   "I was a kid back then."

   "No," Mateus said, knowing now that it was true.  "You were never a kid
back then."

   "No, I wasn't," agreed Ben.

   Yet he just stood there, not making any step towards or away from a
predatory Mateus.  He was just waiting, or perhaps he was so nervous and
desirous that his trembling legs were rooted on that spot.  Mateus took
hold of Ben's arms with his hands and saw Ben's eyes darkened from blue to
mysterious jade.  Yes, they were both aware of their desire that crackled
in the air like electricity and threatened to suffocate the two of them in
its intensity.  Mateus did what he had dreamed of all these years.  He
licked his dry lips and watched Ben's tongue wet his own lips in a mirror
of Mateus's action, and then he lowered his head to kiss Mateus.

   He was drowning in unbelievably vivid sensations, implausibly vivid
since they surged forth from mere contact of soft silken lips on his own
lips.  His arms tightened around Ben as his right hand pressed into the
indentation of Ben's back just above the start of the rise of the younger
man's taut buttocks while his left hand massaged urgently the muscular back
along Ben's spine.  Mateus's balls tightened and then his control
shattered. Crying out in pleasure-pain, Mateus pressed Ben against the wall
with the weight of his own body as he thrust his erection urgently against
Ben's own erection.  His cock exploded, blasting out jets after jets of his
molten fluids against the confines of his briefs.  Ben's eyes widened as he
gazed into Mateus's deep brown eyes; stunned that Mateus was coming so hard
just from their kiss.

   "Don't worry, this won't happen too often," Mateus managed to say when
he'd caught his breath.  He grinned with Ben laughed in response.



   Mateus groaned and watched in dazed delight as Ben cleaned the spunk
that Mateus had shot all over himself.  Ben had slowly licked clean
Mateus's briefs before this, driving Mateus into rock-hard erection once
more, and now Ben got down to work on the spunk mess on the older man's
crotch.  Mateus moaned as Ben licked his cock slowly to clean off the come
along the thickly-veined and throbbing shaft and he thrust his cock up
instinctively as Ben began lapping away at the spunk trapped in the older
man's matted pubic hair.  Mateus missed the hairy Ben.  He would have
playfully teased the curls on Ben's chest whenever they suck each other's
cock and his fingers itched now.  He understood that Ben needed to shave
when he competed however so he didn't mind so much the smooth appearance
that Ben currently sported.

   His mouth felt empty so he urged Ben to turn around so that his cock was
positioned just above Mateus's mouth.  With a hungry sound, he opened his
mouth and urged with his hands kneading on Ben's taut bubble buttcheeks for
Ben to feed him the younger man's cock.  Those two were soon feeding each
other their jutting lust-swollen cocks even as they delighted in sucking
each other's cocks.  Their control soon shattered.  Their lusty cries of
pleasure echoed in the dressing room as the two men hungrily swallowed
every drop their lover had to offer.



   FOUR

   "How's your son?"

   "Fine.  He's a swimmer," Mateus said of his twenty-three year old son.

   "He should meet my friends then," Ben said with a grin as he snuggled to
Mateus.  "But I don't know how he will feel knowing that we, you know..."

   Mateus ran his hand along Ben's back lazily as they enjoyed just being
with each other in Mateus's hotel room.  "He has his own life and I have
mine.  If he doesn't like what I do with you, he can keep his dislike to
himself," Mateus said to Ben.

   "Oh dear." Ben yawned.  "I wouldn't want to come between the two of
you."

   "I love my son, he's the apple of my eye," Mateus said, pointing out the
obvious to Ben, "but I love you too and he's not going to drive you away
from me.  Only I can drive you away from me, and lucky you, I love you and
I won't be letting you go.  I'll let him know about us and ask him very
nicely, for you, to accept you as my beloved."

   "You love me?" Ben asked, alert now.

   "Yeah, I do.  That's why it killed me to send you away.  You were too
young.  I'd get in trouble loving you." Mateus sighed.  "I thought I should
find someone else.  I couldn't."

   "Alex said I was too serious," confessed Ben.  "I have been serious, I
guess.  I think I just wanted to do something...  anything...  to forget
you."

   Mateus laughed.  "I did the same.  It didn't work.  No one else could
talk to me about what it meant to be alone in the world.  You were
thirteen, damn you, yet how could you be so adult enough to understand me?"


   "I was an orphan.  I didn't know who my parents were.  My foster mother
molested me when her husband was not looking while my foster father beat
the shit out of me.  When I saw you with your kid, I thought you were the
best father in the world," Ben said softly.

   "And I just saw this hot young man in tight swim trunks and I found
myself lusting after a man for the first time in my life," said Mateus with
a laugh.  "Oh Ben, I never knew.  I thought you wanted me for my looks."
And he had the looks.  He had the impressive physique of a man ten years
younger than his thirty-nine years thanks to constant exercise, diet, and
vigorous sexual activity.  Sure, his hair was graying and he had to swim
and run a few laps more to ensure that his waist remained trim, but he had
the confidence about his prowess and appearance not to worry about the
almost twenty-year age difference between the two of them.  "I'm glad you
like me too," he told Ben.

   "I'm glad you come back to me when I'm legal," Ben said.  "Lucky me."

   "So, tell me, did you have many lovers while I was gone?" asked Mateus
in deceptive casualness.

   "It has been four years," Ben told him.  "What do you think?"

   Mateus laughed, delighted at how his lover always made him laugh so
easily.  "I guess you won't be too mad then if I told you that I've had
seven more children since then?"

   "By the same woman?" teased Ben.

   "You know me better than that." When he stopped laughing, Mateus
swallowed and told Ben in a more serious tone, "But all that is behind me
now, you understand that, right?  You'll be the only one for me now.  The
others never meant much to me, so it is no problem for me to give them up.
You are all that matters to me.  I don't need anyone else, just you."

   "I know," Ben said, placing his finger on the other man's lips.  "And
you know I feel the same way, right?"

   "Yeah, we're two of a kind," Mateus said and kissed the finger.



   "What are you doing?"

   "Ssssh."

   Sean Lamont smiled behind his finger that was pressed to his lips as
Ka'ke climbed up to the barn roof to join him.

   "I thought you sneaked off with Rachel," Ka'ke said, trying to suppress
his jealousy.  "You've been flirting with her these last few days," he
clarified when Sean merely lifted his brows at him.  "So what are you doing
up here these last few days...  oh." His voice trailed off when he realized
that he and Sean had a clear view into the bedroom of Rew and Jon from
their location.

   "I'm studying," said Sean as if the answer was so fucking obvious.  "I
want to know how to fuck and be fucked so that when you understand that I
really love you, I will not come off wanting compared to the ones who had
you before me."

   "Oh." Ka'ke didn't know what to say.  He swallowed.  He knew Rew Walker
was a goodlooking stud but he had no idea that the man looked so fucking
splendid underneath his clothes.  Jon was a shocking surprise - Ka'ke
didn't know that Jon had such a powerfully muscled body underneath the
man's loose clothes.  He could only watch, aware too well that Sean was
beside him, as Rew pounded his cock hard into Jon, that sexy ass moving
like a piston as Jon shook his head wildly in frenzied pleasure.

   "Can you make me come like that when you fuck me?" Sean asked quietly.

   "Oh yes," Ka'ke answered on instinct.

   Another surprise awaited Ka'ke.  After the somewhat short and geeky Jon
had his cock sucked by Rew back to full hardness, Rew climbed onto the bed
and placed his hands on the headboard, the virile and masculine man who
looked like a stereotypical top waving his perfect butt invitingly as he
turned to grin at Jon.  Jon gave what seemed like a whoop of delight as he
swooped in and his cock penetrated Rew.

   "Can I do that to you?" came Sean's quiet question.

   "Oh yes, of course."

   They watched as the two men unwittingly performed for an audience with
energetic brilliance.  Sean gasped and Ka'ke held his breath when Rew
fucked Jon in the ass once more, only this time the man kept thrusting when
it was clear that he had shot his load.  "Shit!" Sean said when Rew threw
his head back and his hips stilled.  "He's...  pissing inside Jon!" he told
Ka'ke with awe.  They watched as Rew pulled out his still urinating cock
and laughingly splashed Jon's chest with his golden fluids.  "Ka'ke?"

   "Yes, Sean?"

   "I'm very sure now."

   Ka'ke could only groan and grabbed the ledge to steady himself on the
rooftop as Sean unfastened his friend's shorts.  And then Sean was making
soft sounds of pain as he tried to sit on Ka'ke's cock.  "No, not like
this," Ka'ke told Sean as he kissed the man.  Deftly, his educated fingers
reached down to play with Sean's cock, teasing that man until Sean gave a
muffled shout and spilled his come onto Ka'ke's fingers.  As Sean's body
relaxed in his pleasure, his anal muscles loosened their tightness and
Ka'ke felt his cock sink an inch or two into his best friend's unbelievable
tightness.  The pain however caused Sean's cock to harden to life again. 
This time Ka'ke experimentally lifted his hips just as Sean pushed himself
down on that cock in determination.  Sean felt the pleasure of his prostate
being stimulated and cried out with the pleasure of discovery.

   There was no return, no way to go but forward.  That night, Sean Lamont
offered his ass to his best friend and later fucked his friend's male ass.
It felt right.  When Ka'ke's potent semen flooded his ass, Sean smiled with
pleasure and vowed that Ka'ke would be giving him more of his come in the
future.  As he ejaculated triumphantly in Ka'ke's ass, he decided that he
didn't know which was better, fucking or being fucked by his friend.  He
liked both equally, he concluded.



   "So that was why you didn't visit me until now," Ka'ke teased Mateus as
they stood side by side to watch as Sean and Ben laughed while walking back
to them after attempting disastrously to surf.  "Cute guy.  I didn't know
you're into guys, Mateus."

   "Oh come on now, son, I did fuck you good that one time," Mateus said to
his son with a grin.  "Was I that bad until you've forgotten about it?"

   "You wanted to teach me a valuable lesson." Ka'ke studied his father. 
"How do I know you really like guys?" He looked at Ben.  "It was Ben,
right."

   "Yeah.  Always been Ben." Mateus studied his handsome son, a masculine
image of the woman he conceived Ka'ke with, so stunning in his tight
Speedos.  "I'm proud of you, you know that?  You did great in college and
helping out in that place."

   "Thanks.  And Mateus, Sean said that he asked you to fuck him last year
but you didn't.  You did, right?"

   Mateus for a moment allowed himself to remember that beautiful young
man's tight ass and how it felt to shoot his spunk in young Sean Lamont. 
It was pretty good, but not the most memorable load he'd ever shot.  None
had been since Ben showed up in his life.  Keep his face impassive, he
shook his head.  "No, I couldn't do it."

   He caught Ben's eyes and smiled as he extended out his arm to his lover.
How fortunate was he?  He was with three beautiful men whom he had sex
with, all of them in love, and he had Ben.  As he thrust his hips and
plunged his cock in and out of Ben, he thought of his cock driving his own
son Ka'ke wild with pleasure until he made Ka'ke understand that Ka'ke has
to be true to himself and not deny that he craved a man's touch.  He
thought of how his spunk flowed out of the swollen and well-ravished
asshole of a dazed and satisfied Sean as Mateus whispered encouragingly to
that young man to go ahead and tell Ka'ke how much the young man loved
Mateus's son.  And how that very same cock was now making Ben pleased as
punch.  At that thought, the slit at the tip of his bloated cock widened as
Mateus roared in triumph and shot his load into the young man he loved.