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He stepped aside but didn’t leave the lobby. I moved to the counter. “Jack Conroy, I have a reservation,” I said. The boy stepped over to look out the window, obviously very frustrated and trying to decide what to do next. I scanned the view; took it all in with one breathless look. He had a bubble-butt stuffed in his jeans and they extended down around his thick thighs that fairly bulged at the worn denim. Even is calves looked thick inside the snug-fitting material. From his waist, his upper body exploded into a heavy athletic jacket and his bull-neck stuck out of the collar. As I was signing in he looked around with a look of desperation and anguish. I didn’t think I should get involved. I wanted to. Damn, how I wanted to get involved with the kid. I put my credit card back in my wallet and picked up my bag. As I headed down the short hallway to the elevator I heard him speak again.

“Ma’am, I drove all night to get here for a wrestling match. I need a place to get some sleep. I’m eighteen, I swear it.”

“I’m sorry,” she said.

In that moment I knew I had to get involved. I turned around and went back to the desk. “I couldn’t help over-hearing. What’s the problem?” I asked. The boy sighed and took his hands out of his jacket pockets. He had big hands and thick, muscular fingers that would feel at home around a football or a bat or a basketball; and I went on to think, a girl’s tits, or even a big cock.

“I’m here for a wrestling meet over at the high school and I can’t get a room because she doesn’t’ believe I’m eighteen,” he said.

“Your coach should have taken care of that,” the woman said.

“He did take care of it. He made a reservation for us.”

“That was assuming he would be with you,” she said.

My coach had a heart attack last night,” he told her. Then he turned to me. “But he made me come anyway. I drove off and left my wallet at home so I’ve got no ID.”

“What about your parents?” I asked. “Aren’t they here?”

He laughed, a sour laugh. “My parents don’t get involved much in my life,” he said. “This is my last chance to take state,” he went on. “I drove all night…and now I’m screwed.” But then he set his jaw. “No, I’m not screwed,” he said, more to himself than to us. “I’m going to wrestle tomorrow, one way or the other.” And with that, he started to leave. “You’re welcome to come in and have breakfast downstairs in the morning,” she said kindly. “It won’t cost you anything.”

“Can’t you change the reservation?” I asked the woman quietly.

“I simply can’t let a room to anyone under eighteen. It’s against the law,” she said. “No, I mean put it in my name,” I said.

“I’m sorry, but I just freed up the room and it’s been taken,” she said.

“That quick?”

“We have a year-round waiting list, it only takes a click of a button on the computer,” she said.

“Thanks anyway, mister. I’ll find someplace to sleep; a filling station, or a doorway…,” the boy said as he leaned down to pick up his oversized gym bag.

Change my reservation to two people,” I told the woman. I tuned to the boy. “You can share my room.” He straightened with a blank look on his face.

That room has only one bed,” the woman pointed out.

That’s okay…I…I can sleep on the floor,” the boy said in a grateful tone.

“We’ll make do,” I assured her. “Get your stuff,” I said to the boy.

“I’ve got everything right here,” he said, shouldering his gym bag.

In the elevator he kept his bag shouldered and I saw how wide his shoulders were. I also got the chance to get a look at him from the front; his powerful thighs bulging inside his worn jeans, and the way the waist of his jeans fit loosely around his waist. He had one of those athletic butts that held his jeans up without a belt. His jacket was unsnapped to reveal his flat stomach and the cleavage and the inside curvature of his thick pecs.

“I don’t know why you’re doing this, but I sure appreciate it,” he said. “I promise I won’t get in your way.”

“There aren’t any wrestling fans at your school who might have come to watch you? Not even a girlfriend?” I asked.

“Actually, there’s not even a wrestling team,” he said. “I’m it, except for a freshman kid, but he can’t compete here. Coach Davis took it upon himself to work with me; said I had a lot of potential. I guess we’ll see about that tomorrow. As for a girlfriend, I date now and then, but girlfriends just don’t seem to work out for me, for reasons we won’t go into,” he said. “Well, I get the impression that you’re not going to disappoint your coach,” I said with a smile.

“It’s a chance for a partial scholarship, too,” he said.

At the room I unlocked it and held it open. The boy walked in and turned around. “By the way, I’m Zack Mitchell.”

“Jack Conroy,” I said and we shook hands. He had a powerful grip and his hand wrapped all the way around mine. “Good grip,” I said, rubbing my hand. “You play football, too,” I said, noting the front of his jacket.

“Yes, but football scholarships are unheard of at my school.” He set his bag in the corner, out of the way. I unpacked my stuff and laid the papers and PE record books on the drop-leaf table.

“Are you a teacher?” he asked.

“History and PE,” I said. “I brought the PE record books to update them and some papers to grade. I also fill in coaching when they need me.” “Hey, maybe you could be my coach tomorrow…if you have time,” he said.

“I don’t know much about wrestling, except unlike you, I usually got beat,” I said. “I’ve lost my share of matches,” he said as he dug some money out of his jeans pocket. He was counting it.

“Did you loose some money?” I asked.

“Naw, just counting it, to decide where and what I’m going to eat.”

“There’s a good restaurant across the street,” I said.

“I already checked it out, I can’t afford that place,” he said.

“Put your money away,” I told him. “Come on, let’s go across the street and get something to eat.”

I can’t let you do that, Mr. Conroy,” he said.

A big thick steak and a good night’s sleep could make all the difference tomorrow,” I said.

“You sound like my coach,” he said with a handsome grin.

“Well, you don’t have one, so let’s say I am, for now,” I said. “Besides, I would like the company.”

I’d pushed the right button. He wanted to win that match awfully bad. There was a lot at stake for him. We walked over to the restaurant. I noticed Zack scanning the side of the menu where the prices were cheaper. I took his menu from him and ordered for both of us; steak, baked potato and salad, and a large glass of milk for him. He didn’t object. Over dinner we talked mostly about Zack. He didn’t seem to like talking about himself but I kept steering the conversation back to him. I thought he needed to be built up. It needed to be about him. He was a senior from a small school with parents that were uninvolved in his life and I got the impression he was sort of a loner with his own ideas about what he was going to do with his life. “I can’t believe there aren’t a bunch of girls here cheering you on,” I said.

“Like I said, we don’t have a wrestling program. I pretty much stand alone.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet you do stand alone among your peers,” I said. “And I’ll bet the girls don’t have any problem picking you out of a crowd.”

“I do okay, I guess, considering,” he said shyly. “You said there was no girlfriend. I never heard of a jock not having a girlfriend.”

“That just never works out. I can’t lead the same life as the other jocks; drinking and partying. I don’t have the rest of a team to depend on like football players. It’s just me and the other guy. I have to give everything I’ve got because there’s nobody else there to give anything.”

“You’ve got a very mature, philosophic outlook,” I said.

He shrugged. “I just do what I have to do.”

“Need anything else to eat?” I asked as he was finishing up his dinner.

“No, I’ve had plenty.”

“We’ll come back over here for breakfast,” I said. “The breakfast at the inn isn’t for athletes.”

“I don’t eat breakfast before a match,” he said. “Just some juice right before the match.”

“What time is your match?”

“One at eight-thirty, the last one at two.”

I smiled. “There is absolute no doubt in your tone that you will wrestle at two,” I observed.

“I’m not just going to wrestle, I’m going to take the title,” he said. It wasn’t brag and it wasn’t a self-serving pep-talk. He was confident.

“Well, let’s get back so you can get to bed,” I said. “That other guy is probably already in bed.”

“Or, maybe he’s got a girlfriend who’s keeping him up late,” Zack mused.

Outside, Zack hesitated in his tracks, as if he didn’t know where he was. “I’m going to go for a walk,” he said. “If I get cold then take a hot shower, I sleep like a log.” I stepped toward him. “I, uh…..no offense, but I’d like to go by myself.”

“Sure. No problem. I’ll leave the door unlocked.”

Back at the B&B I went to the breakfast room for some coffee to take upstairs. I was a little concerned about letting Zack go off by himself at that hour. The town was known for its artsy people, the majority of which were gay, and I didn’t want anything like that to happen to him--at least not with anyone else.

In the room, I stripped down to my shorts and began to mentally bolster my defenses. I wanted this kid so bad! He was a stranger to man-to-man sex…I knew it…but I was ready to change that. Even if he could be had, I couldn’t make a move the night before his wrestling match. I sat in my shorts and T-shirt and graded history exams and sipped coffee. Several times, I got up and went to the window to look for Zack. He was gone longer than I’d expected. I began to worry. Not that he was mine to worry about, but I was there and nobody else was, so I guess he was mine to worry about. I went back to the table and started on the PE record books.

Zack came in a few minutes later. He shed his heavy jacket and hung it up. He was just as broad without it. Except for his suppleness, he might have been a bodybuilder, but just from the way he moved you could tell his muscles weren’t for show. “Okay if I shower, Mr. Conroy?” he asked.

“Yeah, you don’t have to ask,” I said.

Like any jock, he was at ease with his body around other males and he readily undid his belt and jeans as he stepped out of his shoes. He shoved his jeans down and hung them up. The view from the back, in his briefs, was awesome. He turned, peeling off his T-shirt, and tossed it in the corner with his bag. I looked as casually and discreetly as I could. He was drop-dead built as he was drop-dead good-looking.

He wore his briefs into the bathroom and closed the door. I noticed that he didn’t take any clean clothes in with him. I toyed with the pages in the PE record book and waited. He took a long shower. He came out drying his hair but slipped the towel around his waist before I got a look. He looked in the dresser drawers and found a blanket and extra pillows. He dropped the pillow and spread the blanket out on the floor.

“You can’t sleep on the floor,” I said.

“I won’t fit on that little love seat,” he said.

“Take the bed,” I said.

He stared at me for a second. “I’m not going to take your bed,” he said firmly. “Where will you sleep?”

“I can sleep standing up,” I said. “No. The floor is fine,” he insisted.

“Look, you could be giving up your edge by sleeping on the floor,” I said. “Do you think that other guy is sleeping on the floor?”

“No, he’s from here,” he said.

“Then don’t argue with me. Take the bed.”

“Yes, sir.”

He took off the towel and hung it on the doorknob. I don’t think he had any idea how beautiful he was, naked. For him, his body was a tool…his stock in trade…something he had to have and maintain to do his job. His looks…well, that was an added bonus that he wasn’t even aware of. He hesitated with one knee in the edge of the mattress, his back to me, his tight, round butt muscles separated beautifully.

“I hope its okay, Mr. Conroy; I sleep naked,” he said.

“It’s not going to bother me,” I said.

“Yeah, I guess you’re used to seeing naked guys in the locker room,” he remarked as he crawled into bed. He pulled just the sheet up over himself. It was quiet and I tried not to make even the slightest noise turning the pages of the PE record book. I finished my barely-warm coffee and turned out the lamp. The room was plunged into a gentle darkness with the streetlamp outside. I ached all through from wanting to crawl into bed with the boy but I didn’t dare. I slept naked, too, and Zack made me comfortable taking off my shorts. I took the pillow and blanket that he’d found and stretched out on the floor. “This is not right.”

I raised my head at his voice. I thought he was asleep. “What’s not right?” I asked.

“This is your room and you’re sleeping on the floor.”

“Go to sleep,” I said.

“I can’t,” he said as he threw the sheet off. “I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“You know, you shouldn’t argue with the guy who feeds you and gives you a place to sleep,” I said as I sat up. He was standing beside the bed in all his wonderful, naked glory with his big, thick cock hanging out over a pair of heavy balls. How could he possibly know that I wanted to devour him. “It’s not up for discussion. Get back in bed,” I said.

“No. I mean…okay, but only if…well, I’m not asking you to sleep with me or anything…nothing funny like that, but…the bed’s big enough for both of us…it won’t bother me if it don’t bother you.”

My heart was thumping so hard in my chest I was sure he could hear it. This was a dream! I had the most gorgeous, hung, built teenager I’d ever seen in my room, naked as all get-out, asking me to sleep with him! “Okay,” I said as I stood up. “If that’s going to make you get some sleep, it won’t bother me. He crawled back in bed, scooted over to make room, and I crawled in beside him. Together we brought the sheet up and laid back.

“I’m not used to sleeping with anybody; if I take up more than my share of the bed, just kick me,” he said as he turned onto his side with his back to me. I turned on my side, away from him. I had to, in order to keep my hands off of him. It was a fitful night for me. I was glad to see morning come, although it brought a whole new set of problems. I had Jake running around naked, showering, drying off, getting dressed and the mere sight of his muscular body had me all tight inside. Jake was surprised when he saw that I was going with him to the school. “You don’t have to do that,” he said.

“I wouldn’t miss it. Besides, you need a coach in your corner.”

“Thanks.”

“I just with it could be your real coach,” I said.

“Don’t worry, I’m taking the trophy back to him,” he said.

I felt the tightness inside again when Jake came out of the locker room in his wrestling tights. The bulge of his manhood looked like he had a small anaconda curled up inside his jockstrap. He would be a formidable opponent. I saw other wrestlers checking him out. If I were them, I would be worried.

Jake was a gifted athlete. If his strength and quickness on the mat was any indication he must be an outstanding football player. Unlike the other wrestlers, he was also nicely tanned which added to the mystique of his powerful muscles. He quickly had his own cheering section, which seemed to surprise and embarrass him. I suspected that most of the girls in his cheering section were cheering his good looks and his tanned, rippling muscles…even the very prominent bulge in his wrestling tights…more than his wrestling ability. He beat his opponent handily. He took the victory with great humility and grace. The bulge in his tights seemed fuller now, but maybe it was my imagination gone wild.

“Great job,” I said and told him how I was pleased when he pulled me in for a tight hug after his victory. “Thanks, Coach.”

If he only knew what he did to me.

“So, what happens now?” I asked.

“I grab an early lunch, lie down for a couple of hours and do it again, at 2:00,” he said. “See that guy in the maroon tights?” he asked, looking across the gym. “He’s going to end up being my competition.”

I looked around. The guy was big, and muscular, but not as ripped as Jake. He was more bulk than definition. He looked older, but that was because he had a lot of hair on his legs and hair on his chest.

“He knows you’re going to be his competition,” I said.

He smiled with appreciation. I took him to the restaurant across the street for lunch. He tried to pay for it but I made him put his money away. “You can’t keep doing this,” he said. “You didn’t take me to raise.”

“I’m in this to the end. And since I’m unofficially your coach, we do it my way,” I said. When we got back to the room, Jake stripped down to his shorts and stretched out on the bed to take a nap. I decided to leave him alone. I thought he would be more at ease having the room to himself, and besides, I was having a tough time keeping myself in check. I went for a walk through town, stopping to look in the shop windows, trying to pass the time. My mind was churning out a plan that I didn’t know if I could carry out. Jake hadn’t indicted one way or the other what his plans were after his final match; whether he was heading home or not. I had to figure out some way to convince him to stay. Beyond that I had only my courage to worry about. I went back to bed and breakfast and let myself in the room quietly as I could. Jake was sprawled out on the bed on his stomach, his legs spread apart and his arms folded up over his head. He was sleeping soundly, like a boy at peace. I stood and watched him sleep, my eyes raking over the form of his muscular body, from his wide shoulders down to his trim waist and then the flare of his thighs. I gazed at his tight round butt that filled his shorts so nicely. God, I wanted this kid!

I went back to grading some papers. They were essays on history so it was a tedious job. I was impressed with some of the students work. One boy, in particular, wrote extensively about the Roman emperors and their boy-lovers. I made a note to check the boy out more carefully.

Jake came awake, slowly turning onto his back. He stretched, his muscles rippling. “Where’d you go?” he asked. “You didn’t have to leave.”

“For a walk. I thought you might sleep better if you had the room to yourself.”

“I didn’t intend to run you out of you room,” he said.

“You didn’t, I left voluntarily,” I said. “How’re you feeling?” I asked. “Are you getting butterflies?”

“No. The Coach Bodine taught me how to channel the nerves and the jitters into determination. It’s a matter of will.”

“That poor guy doesn’t stand a chance against you,” I remarked.

“No less than I stand against him,” he said. “Wrestlers, by their nature and training, are very strong willed. That works only if you have the strength to back it up. You saw him.”

“Yeah, but I’ll bet he saw you, too. Don’t underestimate yourself.”

“I’m not. I’m just recognizing my opponent’s strengths.”

“Recognize his weaknesses,” I said.

He smiled. “You would make a great coach.”

I laughed. “Yeah, if I knew anything about wrestling.”

Jake glanced at his watch. “It’s not time yet,” I said. We sat and talked some more, I think to get Jake’s mind off the upcoming match. Studly macho as he tried to be…and he was that…he was still nervous. I learned just how much he thought of his coach; how worried he was about him. He loved him in the way a boy loves a man who has time for him. Coach Bodine seemed to fill the void that the boy’s father left. I got the impression that Jake was lonely, searching for something to fill a void that he hadn’t even recognized yet. I was surprised at his social life, or lack thereof, but that was of his own making. He was too focused on his future to enjoy the present.

“I don’t know how I can ever repay you for everything you’ve done for me,” he said.

“I’ll think of something,” I said with a sly grin.

“I think I’ll go down and call home; check and see how coach is doing,” he said.

“Why don’t you wait till after your match, when you’ve got good news for him.”

“Yeah…good idea.”

When he went to the bathroom I dug out the tube of lube and slipped it under the mattress; hopeful thinking, for later. We walked over to the school together. I felt like a dad, big brother and coach all rolled into one. We parted at the door and he headed for the locker room to change. “Wish me luck,” he said over his shoulder.

“The other guy is the one who needs the luck,” I said.

Jake easily and swiftly moved to the final encounter till it was him and the big guy in the maroon tights matched up together. They were more evenly matched than they looked. The other guy was bigger, bulkier, but Jake was solid muscle and quick. It wasn’t an easy win, but he took the title. He cried when the referee held his hand up in victory. The other guy cried too, but he gave Jake a huge bear hug and shook his hand. They awarded Jake the trophy and put the medal around his neck on the spot. He came over to me, smiling through is tears.

“I took state,” he said with pride.

“You sure as hell did,” I said, beaming with pride. “You’re coach is going to be so damned proud of you.”

It took him awhile to get through the congratulations of the fans and the open ogling of a lot of girls who boldly came up to him to feel his muscles and kiss him on the cheek. “I don’t even know these girls,” he remarked to me.

“I obviously wouldn’t take much to get to know them,” I said. He finally escaped to the locker room. I sat down on the bleachers to wait on him. “Your boy did an outstanding job,” a man told me.

“Thanks. He worked his butt off for it,” I said.

The other wrestler came up to me and put out his hand. “You’ve both got my congratulations,” he said. “I wasn’t easy to beat, but he did it.”

“I wouldn’t have bet either way,” I said. It felt good that people thought Jake and I were together and it made me feel closer to him.

Jake could barely contain himself as we walked back to the bed and breakfast. He was so happy he actually jumped in the air a couple of times. “I just nailed my future,” he said. “I can go to college now.”

“What’re you going to study?”

He smiled. “Sports medicine.”

“You’ll be good at it.”

Back in the room, Jake set his trophy on the table. “I think I’ll go down and call the coach.”

“Use that phone,” I said.

“Naw, I can use the pay phone.”

“Make your call,” I said gruffly, nodding to the phone. I’d never seen anybody so excited as he dialed the number. Since Jake didn’t take off right after the meet, I was counting on him staying another night, and if he did I wanted to be ready. I left him alone and went into the bathroom to get myself prepared. I could hear his conversation. He had called the hospital.

“Can you tell me if Coach Bodine is still a patient there and how he’s doing? This is one of his students.” There was a long wait and then someone else was on the line. He had to go through it again, and another wait. Then I heard him say, “I…I see…well…thanks.”

“How’s he doing?” I asked as I came out of the bathroom. Then I saw the color drained from his face. His shoulders slumped and the phone still dangled at his side. “Jake, what’s the matter?”

“Coach died.” He could hardly get the words out.

“Oh, Geezusss.” I went over and took it from him and put it back in the cradle. He slumped down the side of the bed and sat with his knees cocked up and his arms folded across his knees. His head hung down and I saw his shoulders shake as he began to sob. I knelt on one knee beside him. “I’m so damned sorry, Jake,” I said, putting my hand on his shoulder.

He cried like a baby, unashamedly, sobbing so hard it must have hurt. I put my arm around his shoulder. “Jake, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have told you to wait to call him.”

“He was the only man in the world I could talk to,” he sobbed. “He was the only person in the world who gave a damn.”

“I give a damn, Jake,” I said. “Not like your coach…I haven’t known you that long…but I give a damn.” He cried and I held him till there were no more tears; till he sort of twisted away from me. I removed my arm. “He must have been an exceptional coach,” I said. “You obviously admired him very much.”

“It went a lot deeper than that,” he said, but his voice trailed off, as if there was something else that he wasn’t going to say. “He knew everything there was to know about me. More than I knew about myself, sometimes.”

“Just be glad you had him when you did, at a time in your life when you needed him,” I said. “If I hadn’t had him, I…I wouldn’t be here…I wouldn’t be anywhere. He listened to all my problems and he was smart enough to know when he ought to say something, sometimes he didn’t say anything at all, he just let me talk and get it out.

“He would have been proud of you today,” I said. It was hard to think of anything to say. “He would have been proud of me no matter what. He was proud when I got a move just right, when I pinned him. He was still proud of me even…” He stopped short and I knew instinctively that it was why he’d come short a moment ago. I didn’t say anything. I wanted to encourage him to go on, but I thought my silence was the encouragement he needed. “You’re like Coach Bodine,” he said with a wry grin. “You just let me talk; you didn’t ask me what I was going to say.”

“You’ll say it when and if you decide to,” I said. “It’s not up to me to drag it out of you.”

“Coach didn’t either. He let me come clean on my own. He just listened. Then he put his arms around me and let me know it was okay. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. But he let me know everything was okay…between me and him.”

He wanted to tell me. He was so close. I wished there were something I could say to bring it out of him. “I told him…the night before we were to leave to come here…I told him I was gay.” I reeled inside I was so stunned. I remained speechless. “You’re the only other person I’ve told,” he said, looking around at me. “And I can say it because Coach Bodine made me feel like it was okay, and you’re so much like him.”

“It is okay,” I said. I struggled to find my voice and my words came out a garbled croak. It was more than okay. It opened up a whole new world for me and I almost trembled with excitement.

He turned to me again, his eyes still wet with tears. “If I ever told my dad that…he would beat me half to death, and throw me out of the house.”

“That’s your dad’s problem,” I said. “It doesn’t make you any less a man. And certainly not any less of a wrestler,” I added.

“That’s exactly what Coach told me…I was no less a man.”

“Did…anything…ever develop or happen between you and the coach?” I asked cautiously.

“No. I think I wanted it to but he never gave any indication and I never found the nerve and it just never happened.”

“How long have you thought you might be gay?” I asked. My real question was, have you acted on it, but it was too bold a question and I thought I might get the answer without asking.

He chortled under his breath. “I don’t just think it. It’s not in doubt. For about a year…longer, actually, but it was about a year ago when I let myself start thinking about.”

“Think about what” I asked. I prayed I wasn’t saying too much, asking too many questions and I felt awful that I was doing it for my own selfish reasons.

“You mean, how did I come to figure it out? Facing myself, is how it came to the surface. I stopped wondering why I liked to be around other guys, athletes, in the locker room and the shower…why I liked to watch their muscular bodies. I stopped wondering and faced the truth. I started fantasizing about what I would like to do with them…and the coach. Then one day I found a gay magazine and started wondering what it would be like to do those things they were doing in the pictures, with another guy.”

“Did you…ever find out?” I asked cautiously.

He chortled again. “If you call a jerk-off session finding out, yeah, I guess I did.”

I put my arm across his shoulder again. “Jake…if it’ll make you feel any better…I’m gay, too.”

He reared back like I’d hit him, shock on his face.

“You are? No shit?”

“Yeah, no shit,” I said.

“Man, I can’t believe that.”

“If you can’t believe it of me, why should I believe it of you?” I asked.

“I just never thought…never imagined you….”

“I would’ve never imagined it of you either,” I cut in. I hugged him in close, and his hard muscles relaxed against me. “I’m just glad I could be here for you, especially, since Coach Bodine couldn’t be. He helped you bring it out in the open and now you’re dealing with it.” I stood up and put my hand down to pull him to his feat.

“Not exactly,” he said. “I, uh…I’m still dealing with the curiosity…those pictures…and the feelings that I don’t understand.”

“Jake…are you planning to stay tonight?” I asked.

“I wasn’t, but…” I think he knew why I was asking.

“Stay,” I said

“Well, I don’t have Coach Bodine to go home to…or anybody else for that matter. I could stay…if you want me to.”

“Yes, I want you to.

“Will you…show me?” he asked.

“Yes, or…nothing has to happen. I’ll just be here with you,” I said. “I’ll be your dad, your coach, anything you want me to be.”

“You don’t have to be any of those things. Just show me so I can figure out what’s going on in my head,” he said. “There’s no one else I could possibly say that to.”

“I’m glad you feel that comfortable with me,” I said. We sat on the edge of the bed. “I don’t think you have a clue about yourself,” I said.

“I know--that’s the reason I want to find out.”

“No, I mean, you’re so focused on wrestling and your future you don’t see the way other people look at you. Girls, women, other boys--even grown men.”

“Oh, I’ve seen how people look at me sometimes, but I know they’re just looking at my muscles. I sort of like that, having people admire how I’m built.”

“It goes deeper than that,” I said. “Do you know…have you come to grips with it, Mr. Conroy? Are you sure you’re gay?” he asked.

“It’s not in doubt,” I said. “If you only knew how gay I am right now…ever since I first laid eyes on you, actually. That wasn’t my motive for stepping in and offering a helping hand, but I’m not disappointed things are working out the way they are.”

“How are things working out exactly?” he asked.

Our eyes met and I shivered inside; it was like he was looking into my soul, and I in his. His eyes searched mine, looking for understanding, guidance, even love. I put a slight pressure on his shoulder, urging him back across the bed.

“What do you want me to do?” he asked as he lay back, his legs splayed apart and hanging over the edge of the mattress. “Just relax and let me show you,” I said hoarsely. I ran my hand up the inside of his leg, pressing the heel of my hand against the bulge of his shorts, and then ran my hand back down the other thigh. I moved up to his hard, brick-like abs and on up to his pecs. “God, Jake, you’ve got a beautiful body,” I whispered.

He chuckled. “I’m proud of the way I’m built, but I never had anybody call me beautiful before.”

“I want to worship you body,” I said. I leaned down and kissed his right pec, pulling on his tit with my pursed lips. “UUhhnnnnn,” he moaned softly.

“That feel good?”

“Yeah, I didn’t know a guy had feelings there,” he said.

“You’ve got feelings a lot of places you don’t know about,” I said. I moved my lips down his stomach.

“Oh, your mouth feels good,” he whispered.

At the waist band of his shorts I skipped over and slid to my knees between his legs. I started kissing his bulging calf muscle and kissed up his thigh, then back down the other. “Ohh…Ohhh, your mouth feels good everywhere,” he said. The bulge in his shorts was growing larger and poking out to one side with his hardon. I rose up and clamped my mouth over it. “Aahhhhh!” he whimpered, and made a feeble effort to push my face away.

“Just let it happen,” I said hoarsely. “Let me show you.”

He moved his hands. I mouthed his manhood through his shorts till the material was soaked with my spit. I knew I was torturing him but I wanted him to want it so bad that he would beg me to show him. “Aww, Mr. Conroy,” he moaned, as he put his hands lightly on the back of my head.

“Why don’t you call me Jack,” I said. “Okay…Jack…”

“What were you going to say?” I asked.

“I just wanted you to know how wonderful that feels, but I wish…” His voice choked off.

“You wish what?”

“I wish you’d…do it…show me what it’s like.”

I smiled. He was near the begging point. But I would make him beg. Rather it was I who would have begged to have him. I tugged on his briefs and he rose up to let me pull them off of him. His cock settled out over his stomach, covering his navel. He was big! I laid my hand around it and my fingers wouldn’t each all the way around its girth. It throbbed and quivered on the upswing, lowered slightly then throbbed up again.

“You’re really big,” I said.

“I know.”

“I can’t get my hand around it,” I said.

“I remember the day that I realized my hand wouldn’t fit all the way around it and I thought I was turning into some kind of freak,” he said.

“Oh, you’re not a freak,” I assured him. “Your cock is awesomely beautiful.”

“That’s what Coach told me. Not that my cock was beautiful, but he told me I wasn’t a freak.”

“Did he ever see it?”

“Sure, he was my coach, he saw me naked lots of time,” Jake said.

“I meant, did he ever see you hard?”

He laughed. “Only every day,” he said. “Can you…do…I mean, am I too big to…”

“No. You’re not too big.” With that I pulled his cock upright and lowered my mouth over the head.

“HHaaawwwwwhhhhhhh!” he moaned with surprise. “Ohh, Geezusssss!

I held the head of his cock in my mouth and lavered it with my tongue. “Ohhhh…Ohhh, Geezusss…Ohhh, my Goddd,” he moaned. I lowered my mouth, taking more of his cock, till the head was pressing against the opening of my throat. He was going to be a challenge. My throat was going to be sore in the morning. But I was up to it. God, I would have taken the boy if he was twice as big. I had no choice. I was committed to showing him.

I sucked him slowly, almost with a reverence born out of worship. He threw one arm over his eyes, whimpering between breaths, making his stomach muscles dance and ripple beautifully. He seemed to be trying to hold still. I clasped my hands under his butt and pulled his hips upward, urging him to move with me. He began fucking upward into my face. Gradually, I was stretching the opening of my throat. He wasn’t forcing me; I think he thought I was taking him as far as I could. Carefully, pushed down, gaping my throat open and forced the head of his cock through the opening.

“Ohhh,” he gasped. I pushed down more, forcing his thick, hot cock up into my throat. Down, down…down…till I had my lips locked around the base, in his pubes. “OHhhhh!” he groaned. I held him there for a moment, gulping and swallowing, milking his cock with my throat muscles, and he whimpered and gasped with pleasure. Then I rose back up. “Ohh, Goddd…I didn’t know anything could feel that good,” he said. I smiled as I fisted his slick cock and nuzzled down to lick his balls. He gasped and splayed his legs wider, anxious for me to show him more. I sucked them into my mouth, one then the other. They were too big to take both at the same time. Big and heavy; they hung to the mattress. They must be so full! I wanted to empty them. “Aww, Mr. Con… Jack… God, that feels so good!”

I moved my mouth up and down the shaft of his cock, up to the tip, then back down to his balls. I let my spit run freely down over his balls, down between his legs, knowing it would seep into the crack of his ass. Then I went back down on his cock and sucked him in earnest. He responded in kind. I was playing with his butt at the same time and he didn’t seem to mind when I slipped my fingers into the crack of his ass--till I found his hole. He jumped and instinctively grabbed my wrist. I pulled my hand back. I would have to take another route there.

I went back to sucking his cock, still attempting to finger his ass, till finally, he didn’t stop me. I think he realized it felt good. I didn’t penetrate him, I only rubbed my fingertip around the tight hole and soon he was squirming against it. I wanted to show him what it felt like with my fingers dancing around inside his ass…I longed desperately to show him what my cock would feel like…but I would have to take another route to get there. “Let’s turn around on the bed,” I said as I crawled up at the foot of the bed. Jake turned length-ways on the bed and spread his legs out on either side of me. I knelt on my haunches, pumping his cock and squeezing his balls. Then I stretched out on my stomach and slipped my arms under his thighs. He hunkered down for me. I worked on his balls for a moment then lifted them up and nuzzled under them. I felt dizzy from the clean, soapy smell of his maleness. He was going to be wonderful…delicious! I urged his legs higher and lapped my tongue further under his balls. I found where his taut butt muscles began to separate and shoved his legs higher. “Awww, mannn…w’what’re g-gonna do?” he stammered as he wrapped his hands around his knees and pulled his legs up against his chest.

“I’m going to show you,” I said as I lapped up and down the separation of his butt. I found and flicked at his hole, making him shiver and moan and tremble. I spread my hands out over his butt muscles a pulled his hole open. I sucked the aroma into my lungs and drove my tongue inside him.

“AWWWWHhhhhhhhhhh!”

His ass was a feast. I felt like I had the most delectable morsel on a silver platter. I tongued his ass feverishly, till he was choking back his cries of pleasure. I let myself get caught up in it as much as him, almost frantic with lust for the boy. We had the entire night, there was no need to hold him off or bring him back down. He was soaring with lust and I wanted to take him over the top. With my tongue, I worked one finger into his hole up to the first knuckle. It was enough to demonstrate the pleasure of it without scaring him off. Very gently I shoved my finger deeper, searching for his love nut. I knew that would drive him absolutely crazy. Ahh, there it was…the firm spot down inside his ass…palpitating with its own pleasure. He gasped and jumped when I touched it. I rubbed the tip of my finger over it lightly. It wouldn’t take much. I just wanted him to realize what feelings lay inside his ass. I wanted him to want more; and I would leave him wanting and wondering.

“Ohhm Gezusss,” he whispered hoarsely. “Ohh, Jack…I d-don’t know w-what you you’re d-doing to me, but I…I’m getting close…awwwwhhhhh, so close…!” He grabbed his cock and began jacking off. I reached up and shoved his hand away.

He was ready and I was ready, waiting on the edge to pounce and deliver him into the abyss of pleasure that he’d never know before. I gauged his climax to bring him to the brink…make him suffer, even. His asshole squeezed around my finger then relaxed… then squeezed again and relaxed…and I knew he was about to cum. I rose up over him and took his cock in my mouth while I kept my finger busy dancing over his prostate. The love nut was palpitating so hard it was almost quivering as the momentum built up to explosion. “Oh, Godd…Ohhhh…OHHHHH…Ohhh, Jack…I’m gonna cum…you better get off of it…I’m gonna shoot…right in hour mouth…if you don’t get off of it!”

I didn’t get off of it. His cock swelled harder and I felt the powerful surge up through the shaft, delivering his load. He fairly exploded. He shot against the back of my mouth like a water hose. The stuff fairly gushed out, spraying my mouth with the thick white-wash. My God, he was cumming like a young stallion! I massaged his prostate harder, forcing it to jolt his cum out of his body. Very quickly, I had a mouthful of cum and he was still shooting. Where was it all coming from!? He was phenomenal! I had to swallow. I gulped the stuff down and he gave me more. I wondered if he’d been saving it up; if perhaps Coach Bodine was one of those coaches that convinced his boys that jacking off was bad for their health and the athletic ability. Surely, the boy couldn’t produce such a huge load every time.

I was trembling with pure ecstasy. Sweat was pouring off my forehead. I held his cock in my mouth till the pulsations produced nothing then I swallowed his cock to the hilt. I tightened my lips around the base and pulled the last of his boy-man-seed out of him. At the top I locked my lips around the gristled rim and tugged on his cock. Then I let it drop. It fell with a heavy smack across his stomach.

“Ohhh, Geezusss….awww, fuck, Jack,” he whimpered. I loved the word fuck coming out of his mouth. I crawled over and lay beside him. He moved over to give me more room and I stuck out my arm for him to lie on. We didn’t speak for a long time.

“Jake?” I said finally.

“Yeah,” he said quietly.

“You don’t smoke, so I think this is when I’m supposed to ask if you’re okay.” My joke was lost on him; he didn’t know anything about lighting up after sex.

“I’m okay,” he said. That was all, just okay…he sounded a bit numb.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“I’m more okay than I’ve ever been in my life,” he said.

“Good.” There was another long silence, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable quiet. “Thanks… for showing me,” he said, out of breath.

“That was just a preview,” I said. He turned and looked at me with disbelief.

“You saw the pictures in the magazine,” I said.

“Yes but…but I didn’t think y-you would…show me everything.”

“Till you stop me,” I said.

He could see my cock throbbing up and down over my stomach. “You didn’t make it,” he said.

“This isn’t about me,” I said. He looked at me with that soul-reaching look that made me all weak inside. His eyes were asking something but I couldn’t read it, and I didn’t ask. He would have to reveal on his own what his eyes were asking.

“I couldn’t believe you ate my ass out,” he said. “And your finger. You scared me at first but then it started feeling good.”

“Everything I do is to make you feel good,” I said.

“You sure as hell did that.”

“Yes, I could tell, when you went off. You’re like a horse.”

“I know, I tried to warn you.”

“I heard you.” I rolled onto my side, propped up on one arm and rubbed y hand across his chest.

“Your hand feels good,” he said.

“Your muscles feel wonderful.” He sort of shivered when I dragged my fingers across his tits.

“I’ll show you how good that can feel,” I said as I raised up over him. I put my mouth over his pec muscle and flicked his tit with my tongue.

“Awwww…that’s gotta be what it feels like to a girl when a guy’s sucking on her tits,” he said. I sucked his other tit then made my way down his stomach. “Aww, mann, your tongue feels good everywhere.” He put his hand on my head. “If you keep going… you’re going to have it to do all over again.”

“Yes, I can see you’re rising to the occasion again,” I said.

“It never went down completely from the last occasion,” he said.

I kept my tongue busy on his rock-hard abs as I watched his cock swell out and quiver and throb before my eyes. Ball-juice began to form in the slit and I licked it off. His cock jolted in appreciation. “I can suck you again, or I can show you more, Jake,” I said.

“Show me more.” I stretched diagonally across the bed on my stomach where I could reach the lube. Jake rose up but hesitated. “I don’t think I can…I don’t think I’m ready for that,” he said with an unsure, half-smile.

I realized that he thought I wanted him to eat my ass. “No, I want you to fuck me,” I said. He perked up, surprised. “No…kidding! I saw that in the magazine, too, but…I thought it was posed with some kind of trick photography.”

“It’s very real,” I assured him.

“Can you take all of this?” he asked, gripping his huge cock . I reached under the edge of the mattress for the lube and handed it to him. “Use your fingers at first, get me stretched a little,” I said. A steady hand reached for the tube of lubricant. He uncapped it, squeezed some out and slid his fingers between my butt. I reared and tilted my butt up for him and he easily found my hole. He was gentle and awkward but I responded with my butt to guide him. He seemed to enjoy using his fingers on me and he soon had three of those long, thick fingers probing in and out of my ass, stretching my hole.

“UUhhnnnnnnnnn,” I moaned when he found my love nut.

“That must be feeling good.”

“Aww, yesss, when you touch that spot,” I said.

“What spot?”

“I’ll let you know when you find it again.”

He probed, searching and I groaned again when his fingers touched my love nut. “There?”

“You’ve got it,” I said.

He explored my prostate. “That’s what got me so hot, isn’t it?” he said.

“Yes.”

“What is it? A clit, or something, like a girl’s got?” “No, it’s your prostate. Girls don’t have ‘em,” I said. “UUhhnn…ohhh, damn, that feels good. You’ve got such big, strong fingers.”

Zack moved his fingers back and forth across my prostate, tapping on it. “Ohh, Goddd… Ohhhh…OHhhhhhhhh…Ohhhh, fuck…Aww, Zack, you gotta stop before you make me cum!”

He stopped but left his fingertips pressed against my love nut. “Go ahead if you want to, but…I really would like to fuck you.”

“I want you to fuck me,” I said. He withdrew his fingers and I could feel my asshole was stretched open. After a moment I felt the heat of his cock pressing between my butt. It seared my asshole as he pressed against it. He tried several times to enter me.

“I don’t think I’m gonna fit,” he said.

“Come on, Zack, you pinned that big brute, but you can’t bust me open with that big cock of yours?” I chided him, and tilted my butt up more. He took the challenge, not viciously, but he drew on the great strength of his butt and his abs and other muscles to power his cock through my hole. “Hhaaoohhh!” I gasped as the head shoved through. I didn’t ask him to stop and wait and he didn’t. He pushed right on in, sinking his huge cock deeper, plowing through my insides like a giant drill, till I felt his hard loins pressing against my butt. He held still for a moment, except for his cock throbbing inside me.

“God, that’s the sweetest thing I ever felt,” he said. He waited a moment longer, as if to relish the new sensations, then slowly pulled back and began to fuck me. He liked my butt. He squeezed the muscles and kneaded them like bread dough and pulled them apart to give me more of his cock. I was going crazy in my own quiet way. I couldn’t let it out without having the whole town wondering what was going on.

“My Godddd!” I gasped softly as he skewered his cock into me.

“Is it okay?” he asked.

“Oh, Goddd, Zack…if you only knew! My God, you know how to fuck!”

“It’s nothing I learned,” he said. “Just something a guy knows how to do.”

“No, guys don’t just know how to fuck like that,” I said. “Then I guess I’ve found my talent,” he joked.

“Yes, if you don’t make it wrestling, you can earn your way as a male escort,” I told him. I loved it when he spread his weight against me, his hard, warm muscles rippling against my backside.

“Not that I’ve had that many girls, but this is better than any girl I ever had,” he said.

“Do you want to do it like a girl?” I asked.

“On your back? Yeah, I would like to watch your muscles bulging and rippling,” he said as he pulled out.

“I’ve got an idea,” I said as I turned over. “I want you to put your medal on.”

He gave me a funny smile. “I want to know I’m being fucked by the state champ,” I said. He smiled and stepped off the bed to get his medal. He slipped the ribbon over his head. Then his smile widened as he went over and got his athletic jacket and slipped it on.

“Ohh, that is hot!” I exclaimed. The heavy jacket hung open, framing his abs and the insides of his thick pecs. He climbed back on the bed and I raised my legs up. “Okay, the state champ’s going to fuck you,” he said. It was a fantasy fulfilled. Zack before me on his haunches in his jacket and the medal hanging between his thick chest muscles, his abs rippling as he fucked me. I was being fucked by every high school stud-jock I’d ever dreamed about. Once he was hovered over me, pressing his chest against mine and I had my arms wrapped around his jacket and our faces were so close, side by side. I could smell his sweat, hot breath and I wanted to kiss him but he needed to initiate it. He didn’t.

“Can I cum in you?” he asked.

“Yes, are you getting close?”

“I could be, if I let it go,” he said.

“Let it go,” I told him. I wanted him to fuck me all night, but there was more that we needed to explore together. Maybe he wouldn’t want to, once his lust was satisfied, but I took the chance. He didn’t go wild when he reached his climax. He just shot off. I could hardly tell he was close till suddenly I felt the heat of his come spurting deep inside me.

“Ohh…Ohhhhh, you’re cumming…I can feel it!”

“Oh, yeah, you’re gonna feel it,” he assured me.

After he shot off he fell weak top of me. I loved the weight of his muscles on me. It was a wonderful moment. “I’m getting heavy, I’ll bet,” he said as he rose up. He was but I would’ve stayed like that all night. “You put all the power you’ve got behind all of that muscle, it’s easy to see why you’re the state champ,” I said. “You could wrestle a bull to the ground.” “It wasn’t easy,” he said. “That other guy had a lot of power behind a lot muscle, too.” He stayed on his hands and knees over me for a moment then straightened on his haunches and eased his cock out of my ass. “How’s it feel to get fucked by the state champ?” he asked with a grin.

“Incredible. You’re wonderful, Zack.”

For the moment, I think we both forgot that Zack was gay. He was such a stud, and so straight-acting. We lay side by side in the quiet aftermath, my ass still clenching hungrily, aching for his big cock. My asshole itched but my cock wasn’t hard; only rubbery, lying across my hip. Then Zack spoke.

“I know I’m…gay…but…well, I’m still not sure…about myself,” he said.

“Do you want to be sure?” I asked.

“Yes, I have to know…if I…if I can do it.”

“Well, that’s a path you’ll have to take on your own, in your own time,” I said.

“This’ll probably the only chance I’ll have to find out to be sure,” he said. And with that he suddenly, Zack put his hand over my cock. I put my hand over his and he turned his face to me with a funny look; confused, perhaps that I was trying to stop him. I seized the opportunity.

“There’s something I want to show you first,” I said huskily.

“Okay.”

I leaned half over him, pinned one of his arms over his head and kissed him.

“Mmmmhhhhhnnnnnn!” he moaned, partly from surprise. He tensed at first but then he relaxes and his lips were pressing back against mine. I flicked my tongue out and he parted his lips. I muffled his squeal as I lashed my tongue around his. I kissed him long and hard, with great passion. I parted and lay back. Zack lay there looking up at the ceiling. Suddenly he rose up over me as I had done to him, and he kissed me. He crawled on top of me as we kissed and when we parted he began his trek down my chest and abs, in search of my manhood, his heavy medal dragging over my muscles.

I choked down a harsh gasp when I felt his mouth on my cock--such an exquisite feeling; his virgin mouth exploring a cock…my cock…for the first time. His awkwardness only made it more pleasurable. I wanted to cry. I raked my hands across his broad shoulders, scraping at the material of his jacket. Then I pushed it off his shoulders and he shrugged it off. He sucked me for several minutes before he paused.

“Is that okay? Am I doing it okay?” he asked.

The tears that had already formed in my eyes popped free and ran down my face. “Ohh, Zack…if you only knew how all right it was--you’re wonderful. God, you’re a dream, Zack.” He went back down on me, hovering over me on his knees, and lifted my legs and put them on his shoulders. He paused again.“I like doing it,” he said. “I wasn’t sure I would, but I do.” He sucked me to the brink more than once, each time a little closer, till I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold off. “Zack, you’ve had me awful close,” I said. “I’m trying,” he said as he pumped my cock with his fist.

“Are you sure you’re ready to take that step?” I asked.

“No. But I wasn’t sure I was ready to suck cock but I’m doing it,” he said.

“Have you ever tasted cum? Your own, I mean.”

“Yeah, a couple of times, by accident,” he said. He grinned. “No, it wasn’t by accident. I tasted it on purpose.” “Just a couple of times?”

“Yeah…I…I didn’t really like the taste of it.”

“Then maybe you’d better not try a full load,” I said.

“Do you like it?” he asked.

“Yes, I developed a taste for it, especially young studs like you.”

“Then I guess I have to develop a taste for it,” he said.

“I’ll warn you,” I said.

I held off a couple more times then decided to let it go. He had to make his decision. He was lashing his tongue around the underside of my cockhead and it was making my asshole twitch and if he didn’t stop, I was going to blow. I didn’t tell him to stop, though, and he didn’t. “Zack…Zack,” I whispered, putting my hands on his head.

He nodded and kept on sucking. Okay, he’d made his decision; he would have to live with it. I sort of relaxed and let my climax sweep through me, taking on such momentum that by the time the spasms were in full force it felt like the top of my head was going to blow off. I think it would have if the pressure wasn’t released out through my cock first. Zack whimpered a deep moan when the first shot hurled into his mouth. He choked but stayed on my cock as I gave him another, and another, and another. His mouth was filling but he didn’t swallow. He didn’t stop sucking my cock either. He stayed on me with great determination, through to the end, and my cock was engulfed in my own cum. I was anxious to see what he would do. Spit it out on the sheet? Swallow it? Swallow and maybe get sick?

Suddenly he rose up. My cock fell heavily across my hip. Zack climbed off the bed, his lips pursed tightly, his cheeks ballooned, and a panicked look on his face. He hurried to the bathroom and I heard him spit as the water gushed. I wondered if he had managed to swallow any of it. Moments later, he came back. I slid over to make room for him on the bed. He stretched out on his stomach with his arms folded under his head. “I guess I’m not as gay as I thought I was,” he said jokingly.

“You did fine…if you want encouragement,” I said. “I can see why it’s an acquired taste,” he said. “It’s not a taste you’d be born with.”

We spent the night having wonderful sex together. I think Zack was having sex I was making love to him. It was his idea to do a sixty-nine. I was waiting for him to ask me to fuck him; it was the only thing left to show him. Morning light crept through our window and found us entangled. Zack stirred first and we slowly untangled ourselves.

“Mannnnn, if I’d done this before my match, I would’ve got my ass beat into the mat,” he said as he stretched languidly. I smiled.

“What’s that smile for?” he asked.

“It looks like you’re pretty sure of yourself, now,” I said.

“Sure that I’m gay? I was always sure…I just wasn’t sure I could follow through on it,” he said.

“Well, you passed your exam,” I said.

He paused. “You didn’t have all the questions on the exam that I thought you would,” he said. I knew what he meant but I didn’t say it. He turned to me and our eyes met and he knew I knew. But he had to be the one to say it.

“I don’t think I’m ready for it,” he said huskily. “I think I’ve done pretty good,” he went on with a thin smile. “I’m scared.”

“It’s okay,” I said. “You don’t have to do everything your first time out.”

“But I was counting on you showing me…”

I put my hand on his chest. “Trust me, Zack, someone will come along, maybe at college…maybe another wrestler…he’ll show you. It’ll be the right guy, and you won’t be scared.”

I wanted him to fuck me one more time. He did. He fucked me all over the room, till we were both drenched with sweat, then he drenched me with his hot cum--so much that it was as if he’d been saving it up for a week. I was on my knees in front of him when he shot all over me. He helped me to my feet and led me to the bathroom where he washed me off in the shower. “I’ve always wanted to do this…soap up another guy in the shower,” he said. “There’s so much I’ve fantasized about.”

“Now, you will,” I said.

“When that right guy comes along,” he said.

“He’s out there, Zack.”

“I don’t know where to look.”

“He’ll find you,” I assured him. We stayed naked while we packed. Zack patted my butt or squeezed my pecs or punched me in the stomach and a couple of times he hugged me. “It feels so good to be able to do that; to touch another man’s muscles.”

“You do that every time you get on the mat,” I said.

“It’s different.” Then he said, “I wish there was some way I could repay you for everything.”

“You already have,” I said. “But there is one thing…”

“What? Name it,” he said eagerly. “I would like to have your jockstrap.”

“You want my jockstrap? Sure,” he said, sounding confused. He dug it out of his bag and gave it to me. I took the wide-point pen I used for grading papers and printed “State Wrestling Champ” in the waist band. Then I handed it to him, with the pen.

“I want you to autograph it for me, on the label,” I said.

He scrawled his name across the label then added the date below what I had printed. He eyed me with a mischievous grin as he handed it back to me. “Could we make this a trade?”

“For what?” I asked.

“I’ve been eyeing those shorts you wear,” he said, “the dark blue ones.”

“Heck, yeah, you can have ‘em,” I said. I dug them out of my bag along with a pair of white ones.” I started to tuck the jockstrap in my bag when I had another idea. “I’ve got my camera…would you put this on and pose for some pictures?” I asked, handing him his jockstrap.

He slipped the jock on and did several poses for me. Then he put on his athletic jacket and did a couple of poses in it. One with his hands on his hips, spreading the jacket apart to show his pecs and the full plate of his abs, and another from the back with his tight bubble-butt sticking out under the waist of the jacket.

“Will you send me copies?” he asked.

“Be glad to.”

“Would you, uh…take a couple more?” he asked as he shed his jacket and pulled off his jockstrap. He stood wearing only is medal. “Like this.”

“Gladly.” We went back to packing and getting dressed.

“Jack, what’d you mean when you said I could earn my way as a male escort?”

“You should think that through before you decide to do it,” I said.

“I think everything through,” he said.

“Okay. Well, there are two classifications of male escorts,” I said. “One is just that…an escort for women who like to have good-looking hunks on their arms. Escort her to parties, and such. And entertain her afterwards if that’s what she’s paying you for.”

“You mean…fuck her.”

“Yes.”

“That’s a fancy me for a male prostitute,” he said. “Yes. That’s the reason I told you to think it through.”

“What’s the other classification?” he asked.

“Other guys,” I said. “Only with guys, it’s usually not a social thing. They hire you to have sex, pure and simple.”

“You mean I could’ve been paid for last night?” he joked.

“Yes--and quite a lot.”

“How much?”

“For the time we spent, and everything we did; for a guy with your looks and your body, and that huge cock…a thousand dollars, easy.”

“A thousand…dollars!” he blurted. “Shit, was I worrying about getting a wrestling scholarship?”

“Because you’re a champion wrestler, and it’s what you do,” I said.

We rode the elevator down and dropped off the room key at the desk. Outside, he walked partly toward his Jeep and partly toward my car, as if he were confused where he should be going. Then he stopped.

“Thanks, for everything--for being there for me when I sure as hell needed somebody--and for showing me everything.”

“Don’t thank me,” I said. “I’m the one to be thanking you.”

“Oh, here…,” he said as he dug out his wallet. “Let me pay you for part of the room and meals.”

“No,” I said, holding my hand up.

“Come on, I feel like I ought to pay you something,” he said.

“It’s going to take you awhile to realize all there is to know about yourself, but you’ve given me the most wonderful night of my life. You’ve paid me a hundred times over.”

He grinned, a mischievous grin that I hadn’t seen before. “Well, okay, maybe I have,” he said. “I gave you my jockstrap. And at a thousand bucks a night, maybe you own me.”

In the parking lot I said something that had haunted me after we’d hooked up and had sex so many times. “There’s something I want to say, Zack. I know you said you’re gay and I’m not doubting it, except that maybe you just like having gay sex. I want you explore your feelings some more before you jump to that side of the fence. When you get back home, and in college, do a reality check and see how you really feel about girls.”

“You mean I could be bi?”

I shrugged. “I just want you to be sure of the lifestyle you might be choosing for yourself.” We parted ways, promising to keep in touch. It was his idea; he wanted prints of the pictures but I was hopeful, and deeply touched that he asked for my address and phone number. A few days after I got home I received a short letter from him, thanking me again for everything. I was embarrassed by it; I wished he would stop thanking me when I had him to thank. He also tucked in a bill for eight hundred dollars for “services rendered.”

The summer passed and I never heard from him again. I longed to get in touch with him, but I needed to hear from him first. He was out there making a life for himself, I couldn’t interfere. I didn’t know which path he had chosen. I thought he would contact me about the pictures. I wondered a lot how Zack was getting along in school; if he’d met that “right” guy…..wondered if he’d gotten his tight ass fucked yet. I couldn’t send the pictures to his home and I’d forgotten where he was going to school, till one day I got another letter.