THE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB
Matteus

Written by Lady Poetess
egiggles at moose-mail.com
http://www.asstr.org/~bbp

Please do not reproduce on any website without permission. This
story 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 Kaíke 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, Kaíke," 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."

Kaíke 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," Kaíke 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 Kaíke in this instance, always felt a reassuring sense of calm 
in his presence. 

It was unfair that Sean was straight because Kaíke 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 Kaíke 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. Kaíke was also a 
gorgeous man, he knew that, but he also knew that his charms had no effect on Sean. So 
Kaíke 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 Kaíke's heart into vigorous 
overdrive. "I told you, buddy, everything will be fine and we will be at Healing Heart 
soon enough."

Kaíke 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 Kaíke was cynical, pessimistic, and jaded. But they actually enjoyed each other's 
company even after Kaíke 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 Kaíke picked up a woman and double-team her. Kaíke now slept with 
men while Sean continued his dates, without any guy tagging along to join the fun as far 
as Kaíke 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... 

Kaíke 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 Kaíke and he touched. Now that Sean knew that Kaíke was gay, 
would Sean think of the times Kaíke touched him and shudder in distaste? Sure, Kaíke 
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 Kaíke's bare back and urged him to keep going. No homophobia for Sean at 
all. If Kaíke 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 Kaíke 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 Kaíke whom he introduced to Jon as his best friend. Kaíke 
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 Kaíke 
walked off in the direction of the shower that Jon pointed out, Jon saw Sean's face as 
Sean looked after Kaíke. 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. 

Kaíke 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 Kaíke's 
back. 

"I like this place," Sean continued as if Kaíke 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," Kaíke said, turning to look at Sean in concern. "What's 
with you, man?" 

"I miss you."

Kaíke faked a laugh. He missed Sean too, in ways Sean will never know and Kaíke 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 Kaíke 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 Kaíke'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 Kaíke, 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?" Kaíke 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, Kaíke? I think I'm like you, Kaíke... I like being with you, touching 
you."

Kaíke 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?" Kaíke 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."

Kaíke 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. Kaíke 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," Kaíke reassured him. They were both naked in each other's arms now, 
but while Kaíke 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 Kaíke's erection curiously, like he was trying to imagine even 
touching it, which confirmed Kaíke'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 Kaíke. 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, Kaíke 
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 Kaíke to a whorehouse when Kaíke was thirteen to teach his son how to fuck, 
even demonstrating with the prostitute first in front of Kaíke's admiring gaze so that 
Kaíke 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 hot-
blooded 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 Kaíke climbed up to 
the barn roof to join him. 

"I thought you sneaked off with Rachel," Kaíke 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." Kaíke didn't know what to say. He swallowed. He knew Rew Walker was a good-
looking stud but he had no idea that the man looked so fucking splendid underneath his 
clothes. Jon was a shocking surprise - Kaíke 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," Kaíke answered on instinct. 

Another surprise awaited Kaíke. 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 Kaíke 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 Kaíke with awe. They watched as Rew pulled out his still urinating 
cock and laughingly splashed Jon's chest with his golden fluids. "Kaíke?"

"Yes, Sean?"

"I'm very sure now."

Kaíke 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 Kaíke's cock. "No, not like this," Kaíke 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 Kaíke's fingers. As Sean's body relaxed in 
his pleasure, his anal muscles loosened their tightness and Kaíke 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 Kaíke 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 Kaíke's 
potent semen flooded his ass, Sean smiled with pleasure and vowed that Kaíke would be giving 
him more of his come in the future. As he ejaculated triumphantly in Kaíke'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," Kaíke 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." Kaíke 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 Kaíke 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 Kaíke wild with pleasure until he made Kaíke understand 
that Kaíke 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 
Kaíke 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.
