"This above all: To thine own self be true, for it must follow as dost the night the day, that canst not be false to any man." Shakespeare (Hamlet)
Each relationship, unique unto itself, must find its way and become what it will. We all make the journey. Enjoy this story of Steve and Alejandro (sounds like a-lah-handro -- Spanish). Though the theme of wrestling will be a key component in the early chapters and a continuing theme, the story is about relationships and being true to oneself. Thanks to Bill M and TalonRider for assistance proofing the story.
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From the previous chapter:
"Wait a sec." Mike said as he got a clean sheet out of his drawer. Spreading half the sheet on the bed he told Alejandro to lie down. He covered him and said, "Just relax. I'm going to warm some oil. You do want a real massage don't you?" Without waiting for an answer Mike went to the bathroom and began to run water to heat the oil.
Alejandro reached beneath him and straightened his nearly erect cock. He smiled in anticipation.
Chapter 9
Mike returned with the oil. Alejandro was surprised when Mike tapped him on his calf and said turn over. Alejandro thought of several things to say but said nothing and followed orders.
Mike tapped his knee closest to the edge and said, "Scoot over, I need some working room." With that, Mike straddled Alejandro's thick, hairy, thighs and looked down at him smiling. "Glad you didn't start without me. That monster of yours is drooling. Can't you train him better than that?"
They both laughed. Alejandro responded, "When he gets like this, there's little I can do but let him have his way."
"Know what you mean, bud. Got the same problem." Mike responded.
Alejandro wondered why Mike hadn't taken off his shorts but said nothing. Mike rubbed oil from the tube into his palms and then added more all the while letting his eyes survey the muscled physique beneath him.
"This is a rubdown Studley. Yeah, don't worry, I'm gonna get you off but first I'm going to turn your puny muscles into little puddles of flesh. Now relax." With that Mike began at Alejandro's neck and worked his way down his sides, arms and torso with a professional's touch. Mike's smile was more of a sexy grin. His thighs were drawn in close as he let his arms and hands work Alejandro's pecs. Rubbing his muscled quads against Alejandro, he let his cock brush against Alejandro's thigh only serving to build the heat in Alejandro's chest. Alejandro's cock was throbbing and leaking drips of precum as he watched Mike's rippling muscles ply his skills. The boy hadn't lied. He was good.
Mike worked every muscle group, every major tendon. In fact he touched every part of Alejandro's front except his cock and balls. There was no complaint he could make. In fact there was little he could do under the masterful touch of Mike's strong, skilled hands. When Mike had finished with Alejandro's feet he began to work his way back up the calves and thighs he had previously massaged. His focus and intent were evident as Alejandro watched him.
When Mike finished with the groin tendons he again oiled his palms and let them slide along the pulsing, leaking erect muscle that projected from Alejandro's pubes. Alejandro shuddered and Mike smiled.
"It pays to wait sometimes, Studley." Mike said as he began an intentional offensive on Alejandro's sex. His touch was deliciously varied. No sensual possibility was left unexplored. Alejandro squirmed from time to time, dearly wanting to release his pent up desire. Mike continued to rub and manipulate each area both adjacent to and part of Alejandro's sex.
Finally with a feather light touch, Mike began to rub his thumbs alternately up the urethra then round the corona of Alejandro's cock. Alejandro's abs tightened, his breath came in short gasps as the indescribable pleasure built. His body grew more rigid, the only exception being the occasional abdominal spasm. Mike never changed his touch or pace.
Alejandro's orgasm came on him with a sudden violence. A deep groan tore from him as his board stiff body convulsed with jet upon jet of hot semen. His eyes were closed, his head pressed back into the mattress. He couldn't see the satisfaction on Mike's face. It didn't matter. Alejandro's world had stopped for the moment, shattered by the sheer force of pleasure.
The eruptions of semen had stopped. The convulsions had ebbed to only the occasional tremor that moved through his torso. His breath occasionally shuddered. It was the last reminder of the power of his orgasm. Finally he lay still. Mike continued to watch and wait.
Opening his eyes, Alejandro saw Mike's face wreathed in a smile. "I'm glad that was good for you. Now turn over." It was all he said as he leaned on one knee lifting his weight so Alejandro could follow his directions.
Alejandro felt Mike's weight partially settle on his buttocks. The strong hands began to work the muscles at the nape of Alejandro's neck. It was the last thing he remembered for several hours.
He awoke with a start. Nearly panicked, he couldn't remember where he was. Quickly, though, it all came back. He looked at the clock. It was after 1 a.m. The room was cool and he could feel a slight breeze. Mike's light snoring and his arm draped across him was deeply comforting. He relaxed and recalled the past few hours.
His urge to urinate had awakened him and it returned with a vengeance. Slowly he lifted Mike's arm and the covers trying not to awaken him. With a snuffle and snort, Mike raised up on his elbow. "Ah, sleeping beauty awakes."
"I've got to go to the bathroom! Sorry I woke you." Alejandro offered by way of apology.
"Not a problem. Gotta go myself." Mike threw back the covers and they made their way to the bathroom. "Mind sharing?" He asked, following Alejandro.
Their tumescent cocks let flow with thick steady streams. Alejandro smiled inwardly at the casualness of the moment and the freedom he felt. Shaking the last drops off, Mike reached over and flushed. "Ok, back to bed Studley."
Alejandro followed Mike, enjoying the animal grace of the movement of his muscles. Mike climbed back in and lifted the covers for Alejandro. "You Ok here or would you prefer the sofa or Freddy's bed?" Alejandro almost laughed out loud, `Freddy!?'
"This is good, unless I'm crowding you." he said.
"No you're good. Now I imagine after this week you've got more than a few questions if what Freddy tells me is true. So here's your free pass. You can ask me anything you want. Got it?" Mike offered. Alejandro considered the offer and dozens of questions clamored for attention.
"I don't want to be too personal." Alejandro said.
This was met with a sustained laugh. Mike finally said, "Let me understand. You are naked in my bed. I've given you a full body massage. You've shot a load of cum that covered you and some of my sheet. You wake me up to climb out of my bed `cause you gotta take a leak. We share a toilet. Can it get a lot more personal than that?" Mike chuckled again his laugh warm and deep.
Alejandro joined in the laugh. Finally he said, "Well two things come to mind immediately."
"Ok what are they?" Mike asked.
"What was Freddy talking about in the shower Thursday night and what's with the name Freddy?"
"The second question will lead to the first. I met Freddy when he was a freshman in the wrestling club. Through a short series of circumstances we discovered we liked the same thing only coming from opposite directions. I found that calling him Freddy got his dander up and that was kinda fun for me. It stuck. What can I say?
"The thing he asked me was if I was going to be able to get my meat up for him when we got home. You see I like to pitch as much as he likes to catch. Its convenient for both of us though we aren't what you might consider, well, I don't know what you might call it. It's just convenient." Mike said.
"Pitch and catch? You lost me." Alejandro said.
"Damn, you are really green, just like Freddy said you were. Pitching and Catching -- how to explain that simply. Well basically, I like to fuck, that's pitching. Freddy likes to get fucked and bigger is better as far as he's concerned. That's catching. It's sort of shorthand used by gay guys when they want to cut to the chase about their expectations." Mike explained.
"Ok, I get it. I didn't know that about Frederick." Alejandro replied.
"How the hell did you expect to. You've been too busy with other stuff. I'm guessing you've never pitched' or catched' if I can abuse a word. Am I right?" Mike asked.
"That's right. I'm not even sure what I'd do if the opportunity presented itself -- that is to pitch or catch." Alejandro stated.
Mike laughed again, "Don't worry about that. Freddy intends to make sure you have that opportunity very soon. I've tried to warn him that you might just surprise him and be a bottom like he is. You should have seen his face!
"You'll know soon enough. Freddy's small enough that if you want to try being on the receiving end it won't be too bad for you. Now as far as I'm concerned, I could see in your eyes that you were expecting a lot more than a massage and getting jerked off. But I'm not like Freddy at all. I mean he's into lots of oral stuff. Not me. When the monster gets up it want's to fuck. I guess I'm kinda like a `meat and potatoes' man." Mike explained. "From what he told me, you two fit well together and more power to you."
Alejandro considered what he'd been told for a moment. Long enough for Mike to ask, "You Ok, Studlet?"
"Oh yeah. Sorry I got so quiet. Lots to think about. I'm sure you understand" Alejandro answered.
"Yeah, well what else do you want to know?" asked Mike.
"How did you figure out you were, well, you know, gay?" asked Alejandro.
"Boy you gotta learn to just spit it out or we're gonna be here all night playing with words.
"I started playing around with guys when I was in the Boy Scouts. On camping trips there were several of us that liked to get naked after lights out. We'd jerk each other and play grab-ass.
"One of the guys went to my school. One afternoon, after school, he invited me over to his house. The parents both worked and we got naked fast and we began to play around. He really liked the size of my meat. He spent some time holding it, blowing on it, just weird stuff like that. I didn't mind, horny as I was, I knew we'd get off soon. Damned if he didn't start lickin' and sucking on it. Sent me over the edge.
"I got calmed down and cleaned up and reached for him. He shook his head and told me I'd have to follow the rules we used camping. What one did the others have to do. That afternoon I sucked my first cock.
"We got together often after that. Seems that he had an older friend who had taught him all kinds of stuff. That got me started. I came into my own the next summer.
"My mom's youngest brother, Buckley, called him Buck, had gotten a job in Springfield. He'd finished trade school with certificates in Drafting and Design. His job was with a large firm of Design/Build guys who were up to their ass in work. He racked up all kinds of overtime hours -- enough to make a down payment on a row house in an area that was run down but ready for a come back.
"He'd been doing the work himself but with working overtime, the project was not happening, if you know what I mean. Well, he called `Sis', my mom, and told her if she'd let me come for a visit I could try my hand at demolition and rehab work on his house. If I liked it I could stay the summer.
"School had just gotten out the week before and I was already bored and getting on Mom's nerves. I packed and in twelve hours was on my way to Springfield.
"When I got there, he wanted to entertain me a little before putting me to work. We went to his gym to work out. In the locker room he got a look at me for the first time since I was a kid. He dropped his jaw for a second then looked up and said that I sure had some man sized equipment for a kid. I didn't say much but I didn't like it.
"Mom's dad and brothers were all big guys. I can remember being impressed with Buck's older brother when I was a kid. He came to visit one a hot summer weekend afternoon wearing a wife beater. I kept staring at his chest. Saving me from an embarrassing moment, he waited until mom left the room. He said I would probably have a hairy chest when I grew up but I needed to stop staring at him. He smiled and winked, letting me know it was Ok.
"Buck hadn't been ignored by the family gene pool. He had a furry pelt across his pecs and with a natural disposition to stay in shape, he was well built.
"After we had played some one on one half court basketball we were heading for the weight room. Passing some mats, I challenged him to a wrestling match. What he didn't know was that I had wrestled the year before on the high school team.
He took me on and we hit the mats hard. Both of us were determined to win. He tapped and said he wanted to lose his shirt before it got torn. I did the same. We looked each other over. Damn he looked hot and had a strange expression in his eyes I couldn't describe. I decided to play some grab-ass as much as I could get away with.
"I got bolder with each move. I thought he was getting a boner but wasn't sure. First chance I got, I shot my hand through his hips and rubbed his cock as I slid my hand over his thigh for a throw. Not hard boned, but nearly there. I hopped on his back to ride him and let him feel my swollen meat riding his ass crack.
"He bucked me off fast and rolled on top of me. Sliding a hand under me, he grabbed my cock letting me know that two could play that game. That just lit my fire. It became a game of who could grab who the fastest. After a few minutes he stopped us and looked at me. We were both sweaty and breathing hard. I knew I'd crossed a line with him and hoped I hadn't screwed everything up.
"We probably shouldn't be doing this. I don't want to get in trouble and if you go home and talk about this I sure as hell will." I looked him in the eye and said that if we could take this to his house we could have more fun. He looked at me real funny then suggested that we grab our stuff and clean up at his apartment.
"On the way home I began to freak a little. What if he told my mom? Well he was smooth and led the conversation asking loaded questions that I could either dodge or not. I hinted at stuff I'd done and slowly we began to understand we were a lot alike.
"When we got home, he suggested that we share a shower. I knew I was home free. Later that night he introduced me to fucking. He just couldn't get enough of my cock and I wanted to rent his ass for the summer. It was so hot.
"Needless to say, I worked with him for the two months before football started and the following two summers. Sweating and doing work on his nasty house by day and fucking him every night. The house turned out to be a real show place when we were done. He's sold it, made a killing and has two more in process."
Alejandro was quiet for a few seconds letting it soak in. "Do you still get together with him."
"Every month or so he comes here or I travel south, and we fuck our brains out. Helps keep me stay focused on school work -- well that's my excuse." Mike said as he laughed. "Ok, what's next?"
"Damn this is kind of embarrassing." Alejandro paused trying to find the right words and failing. "I felt sort of strange around Frederick after Wednesday night. Not bad, but when he just walked out of the locker room with you and didn't even bother to say more than `Hi' I didn't know if I'd done something wrong or what."
Mike sighed, "Alex, after a guy has his first real hot experience with another guy there's always some kind of reaction. It might be guilt, disgust, affection, you name it; but, anytime I talk to someone who's just been through it there is some stuff to deal with.
"When we left after practice, it was standard operating procedure. We come back here, grab some supper and I head back to work and he usually studies. Well we both know how that changed but Freddy didn't ignore you, if that's what you're thinking.
"My advice -- when he gets back talk to him. He's been through this and has friends who have been through it. He'll understand and it won't be a joke to him. Trust me."
"Mike, do your parents know you are gay?" Alejandro asked.
Mike sighed and didn't say anything for a few seconds. "No and it's going to be really tough when I tell em. It's been going on seven years since I figured it out and have played the straight, athletic, macho guy the entire time. Play' is the wrong word. The only pretend part of that is the `straight' part. The other stuff is part of who I am. My dad is down on gays -- always refers to them as fags and queers. I think Mom will be able to handle it better than him. Hell, I'm 22 and a senior who's gonna graduate. I don't know why the thought of it makes me so uncomfortable.
"I'm not planning on saying anything anytime soon. End of this semester I'll complete my certs as an emergency medical technician. I've already got certification as a masseuse and my emphasis in anatomy and physiology in my bio major will be a big help with a variety of jobs.
"I'm heading west to California, Denver, someplace a long way from home and make a life for myself. When the situation arises, I'll tell em. But even then it won't be easy."
"You getting tired of all my questions?" Alejandro asked. Hearing Mike's `Nope' he continued.
"You said that Frederick and `fit well together'. What do you mean?"
"You did hear what I said about all the oral stuff. What about that don't you understand?" Mike asked with a touch of irritation.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to press the issue." Alejandro replied.
Mike's tone softened, "This is getting a little close to the bone here but that's Ok, I said you have a free pass. You see, I've always" he paused trying to find words that wouldn't offend, "well, the kissing and stuff is a taboo from childhood with me. Between men the closest a man gets to that is a quick hug.
"Freddy teases me from time to time when he's sure he's out of reach and I can't pound him. He tells me I've got to find my inner self or I'll spend most of my life alone with the exception of occasional impersonal fuck sessions and my fist for gratification. What pisses me off is that I know he's right and I don't know what to do about it.
"The oral stuff is just so personal, maybe I mean intimate. I mean a fuck is a fuck. That I can deal with. The other stuff, well, I guess maybe with the right guy it'd be Ok. I just can't imagine it though. What I said about the two of you wasn't meant as an insult. I hope you know that."
"I know, Mike. I'm still trying to figure most of this stuff out. The kissing and other stuff was great. It was like something I'd been missing. The first time, uh, you don't want to hear this so I'll just say it was really natural for me." Alejandro finished.
"See, that's what I meant about you and Freddy. It's a good fit for both of you. Just be careful. It's that kind of thing that can get a guy hurt bad. I've seen it more than a couple of times. With that, it's no different for guys as it is for girls. I mean straight and gay. Damn, do you know what I'm trying to say?!"
"I do, Mike. Relax. Its good advice." Alejandro responded. Hearing Mike yawn, he added, "Let's get to sleep."
Yawning again Mike said, "Sorry bud, long day today and another one tomorrow. Anymore questions that come to mind, just ask. K?" With that, Mike turned, pulling a cover over him, and was soon gently snoring.
Alejandro woke briefly as Mike climbed out of bed, put on his running gear and headed out at a few minutes after 6 a.m. When Alejandro got up there was a note telling him to help himself to juice and toast and that Mike would see him Monday at practice.
After a shower and glass of juice, Alejandro grabbed his books and headed back to the dorm to finish cleaning up. The day passed quickly. Being one who hated to wait until the last minute, he continued research on the two papers due at semester's end, finished his reading and accounting work for the week and reviewed for two upcoming tests.
Arriving at the dorm after a quick dinner, he saw a note from his roomie that Frederick had called. Checking for a quarter, he went to find an available phone. After small talk about their respective weekends, Frederick suggested that Alejandro come over so they could pick up where they left off. It was an abrupt segue but the thought made Alejandro's cock stir. He headed for Frederick's apartment.
On arriving, Frederick told Alejandro that Mike was at the library till late and they had the place to themselves. Grabbing a couple of beers, Frederick said with an impish grin, "You want to take this to the bedroom or sit out here and talk for a bit?"
"It might be difficult to drink a beer lying down. You mind sitting out here?" Alejandro responded, unsure of what might happen. He wanted to talk to Frederick before they hopped into bed, but was uncomfortable about how to begin. Frederick tossed him a beer and nodded toward the sofa and chair in the living area.
"So, what's up?" Frederick asked.
"Nothing special, just thought it, well, I just wanted to talk to you some." Alejandro almost mumbled, hating the way he felt.
"So, like I said, what's up?" Frederick asked again, looking closely at Alejandro's face and noting his body language. With a leg curled under him and his free arm across his chest he looked uptight, Frederick thought. Assuming a very open position, Frederick smiled and waited.
"I just wasn't comfortable coming over here and jumping into bed. That's not what I meant, well maybe it is. I just need to talk with you." Alejandro replied feeling his face flush. After an awkward start about his weekend at home and the massage with Mike, he found his stride.
Once he got into it, Alejandro relaxed. Uncurling his body, he threw a leg across the arm of the chair. Frederick, reading the change in body language, smiled. The description of the massage was animated. Frederick agreed that Mike was the best, though sometimes he had other designs on Frederick's body. They both laughed about Frederick's nickname.
Alejandro launched into his feelings of Thursday afternoon when Frederick and Mike left. "Not a word out of you. I wondered for a moment if I'd just been another conquest giving you a hot time in bed, not that I'm complaining of course."
The change on Frederick's face was immediate. His eyes that had been reflecting Alejandro's experiences were suddenly hard. His body was still. Alejandro didn't see the change immediately. When he did he stopped short mid sentence, "What's wrong?" he asked with genuine concern and confusion. "Did I say something out of line?"
Frederick had been leaning forward, legs spread, and forearms resting on his lower thighs. He relaxed enough to lean back on the sofa and stretched his neck. His eyes were closed. Opening his eyes and taking in a deep breath he glanced at the ceiling for a second, then at Alejandro. Some of the hardness was gone but not all and Alejandro waited for him to speak.
With a measured pace and even tone he said "I'm reminding myself that we haven't known each other nearly as long as it seems to me. That may sound strange to you but it's the way I feel. Further, I got to keep in mind that you are awfully new to all of this. If it weren't for that, I'd be really pissed. As it is, I'm Ok. I'm calming down. You've got to understand some things. Now listen.
"You're a smart guy. I'll bet you don't forget much of what you read, see or hear. That being true, I'm sitting here wondering if you thought I was just blowing smoke Wednesday night. You had a bunch of emotional baggage. It was like handling crystal to get you calmed down so you could hear what I wanted to say.
"Hey, Frederick I'm," Frederick cut him off with a look.
Still pissed Frederick continued with a tone of sarcasm, "Not wanting to bore you I'll just hit the high lights." Frederick recounted in cold analytical terms Alejandro's intimate confessional as he had unburdened his years of self doubt and fear. Frederick included his own culpability in his reprise of facts. His voice though `matter of fact', with little anger evident, gathered energy. Alejandro knew Frederick's anger, barely contained, was just beneath the surface.
As he came to his conclusion, his voice began to rise, betraying the passion he felt. Frederick finished shouting, "And if you feel the need to continue your questioning of my sincerity in what I've said, you can just get the fuck out of my face. You got that!"
Alejandro was on his feet immediately. His teeth clinched and his jaw working, he held his fingers open determined not to make a fist. He stood stock still. Looking across the room and out the kitchen window he began to get himself under control. Finally he gulped a deep breath and felt his anger begin to dissipate and said, "Yep, got it." After a brief pause and another deep breath he asked, "Now, you mind if I get myself another beer?"
"As long as you get me one." Frederick said, his tone now more relaxed. Alejandro got the beer and resumed his casual position on the chair.
He looked over at Frederick and saw the twinkle in his eye and the familiar crooked smile and said, "That was both stupid and rude." Taking a sip from the can he looked at Frederick and said simply, "I hope you'll forgive me. I apologize."
Frederick just looked at him. Finally he said, "Thanks for the beer. I was afraid I'd totally fucked up big time back there. It's not the way to treat a friend. Sorry I lost control." After a moment he added, "You know how to keep your cool under fire, I was impressed. The beer gambit was classic."
Alejandro returned the smile and held up his can in mock salute. Deciding to change the subject he asked, "Tell me more about what you mean when you say `you have my back'. I remember the words but I've been trying to put them in a context. I know I'm not getting it right."
"Do you understanding in a fighting context? That's where it comes from." Frederick said. "When I tell that to someone, I'm making a promise that what ever happens to them they don't stand alone. If somebody's giving you a ration for what ever reason, I'm with you. If you need help and ask, I'm there. On the other hand, if I see that you are blind to something, like in denial about something, I'll risk pissing you off to make you see things from another perspective.
"It is a commitment most often between friends. Things can change though. People go different directions and grow apart. That's life. In a situation like that a person might not see a friend heading for trouble. Or the friend might just not feel comfortable asking for help. Making more sense now?" Frederick asked.
"Yeah, thanks. If it didn't sound so lame right now, I wish I could say the same thing to you." Alejandro said looking directly into Frederick's eyes. Frederick met his stare and the silence grew for a few seconds.
"It won't sound that way at all. You are a man of your word. Thank you, it means a lot to me." Frederick answered quietly.
Little did either know how their relationship would grow and how the promises they made would be fulfilled.
Suddenly it seemed Frederick had remembered something. "Hey you want to play some ball?" he asked. Watching Alejandro's brow furrow and his expression change, Frederick began to laugh. "Come on, you know, play ball." His laughter continued.
As the intended meaning dawned on Alejandro he grinned and responded, "Just as long as you brought your catchers mitt. I'm ready."
"Good. Now get your ass in my bedroom and strip. Looks like I'm going to have to teach you everything, now that I think about it." Frederick said laughing as he followed Alejandro into his room.
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