Kevin and I drove to the ocean near Sonoma Beach State Park for a hike. Kevin suggested calling Todd to see if he wanted to go with us. I didn’t object but hoped it wouldn’t happen. Kevin reported that Todd was busy with clients and couldn’t join us. He added that Todd invited us over to his apartment for dinner when we returned. The park was fourteen miles from the B & B. The road was two-lane and curvy so it took us an hour. We picked up a trail map at the convenience store in Duncan Mills. The store was a mile away from a trail head where we could start our hike.
The air was cool but the sun was bright as we studied the map on the hood of the Rava. Todd suggested to Kevin that the best hiking would be in the Willow Valley area but he, also, encouraged us to go to the ocean at Gleason’s Beach after our hike. He said that the dunes were high and the beach was wide. Both of us had a back pack and water bottle. I was glad I had my hiking boots because we would be walking in the redwood forest. The trail we selected looked to be about four miles. Initially, we crossed an open field before entering the trees. We didn’t talk much except for exclaiming about the view of the magnificent trees.
It was after two when we returned to the car. We discussed forgetting the beach but I really wanted to see the Pacific Ocean. I prevailed on Kevin to drive to Gleason Beach. We encountered many campers along the way to the beach. The parking lot was relatively full so we drove as far down as we could toward the dunes that had to be climbed to reach the beach. As we climbed up the dunes we didn’t see anyone for about ten minutes before I caught a glimpse of a naked man partially hidden by the tall sea grass. We walked on with difficulty through the loose sand. We didn’t go much further before we spied several other naked men sun bathing.
I said, “Kevin, let’s get naked and run to the ocean.”
He didn’t answer immediately and finally said, “You go ahead and I’ll take your picture.”
I didn’t hesitate and stripped naked except for my hiking boots. Kevin snapped pictures as I reached the top of the dune. I ran toward the ocean about one hundred yards away. There were only a few people on the beach and none close enough to see me. After taking off my boots I stepped in the water. It was freezing so I didn’t go further. I sprinted toward Kevin who was sitting in the sand snapping pictures until my dick was inches from the camera lens. I was laughing as I wagged my dick in his face. I sat down on my shirt in the sand next to him. He seemed serious and said softly, “Mark, I have decided not to return to the university. I have been accepted at Caltech.”
I was shocked because we had planned to room together again. “Why?”
“I have decided I want to be an aeronautical engineer and there is no better school than Caltech. I know you were counting on me rooming with you. I know you will find someone better than me.”
I was quiet not knowing what to say. Finally, I came out with, “Are we still going to Oregon?” I was already suspecting that wasn’t going to happen.
“I want to stay around here, maybe a week with Todd at his place.”
I said, “I know you like the sex with Todd. I don’t want to interfere. I’ll stay for a couple of days then you put me on the bus in Santa Rosa so I can get back to the airport. I have enjoyed being with you but I don’t want to be the third wheel.”
He said, “We’ll see.” He got up and I quickly dressed except for my boots and followed him to the car. We stopped at the B & B to shower and have our afternoon wine and snacks before driving to Todd’s apartment on the top floor of an older, large Victorian house.
I followed Kevin as we climbed the outside stairs and knocked on his door. Todd answered wearing his white underpants and socks. He was pleased to see us and encouraged us to get comfortable. He offered wine but Kevin asked for water. I happily accepted the wine as Todd showed us around his spacious apartment which had two bedrooms, a bathroom, a kitchen and a large living room/dining room combination. The dining table was set for three.
He had fixed meatloaf, mashed potatoes, green beans and a small Greek salad. The food was tasty and plentiful. During dinner conversation Todd again invited us to stay with him for a few days. He said, “I want to take you to the real redwood forest which is about two hours away.”
Kevin said, “This weekend?”
“I don’t have massages scheduled for Sunday so I suggest we drive up then.”
Kevin looked at me, “OK, with you Mark?” I nodded my head knowing that’s what Kevin wanted.
Friday morning we checked out of the B & B and put our things in the car. We planned to do a rafting trip on the Russian River which was about ten miles away. We had reservations and arrived at the starting point at ten wearing our swimming suits under our clothes. The first part of the trip was a three hour bike ride through the Russian River Valley. At the end of our ride the outfitter had lunch waiting as well as waterproof bags for our clothes and valuables. Following lunch we took inflatable canoes on the river. Shortly after three the outfitter met us for a ride back to the Healdsburg. It was a really fun day.
Kevin knew that Todd had appointments on Friday evening so we stopped for pizza in Healdsburg before showing up at Todd’s apartment. Kevin had a key to let us in. We proceeded to shower even though Todd wasn’t home. We were wrapped in towels watching ESPN when Todd arrived. He went into his room and came out naked on his way to the shower. When he finished he offered wine which I accepted and Kevin didn’t. I proceeded to tell him about our day. He acted interested as he sat close to Kevin on the love seat. As I expected I slept in the second bedroom and Kevin slept with Todd. I didn’t care and wanted to be alone because Kevin had ruined my plans to stay in California until school started.
As Todd suggested we went to the Redwood National Forest on Sunday. The trees were gigantic. Todd acted like I wasn’t even there as he regularly whispered to Kevin. It was annoying but I knew I would be on the bus from Santa Rosa on Monday morning. Kevin tried to talk me into staying longer but I was upset. Kevin had ruined my trip but I tried to think positive thoughts.
Against the objections of both Todd and Kevin they dropped me off to catch the bus to San Francisco International Airport at eight in the morning. Unfortunately, I had to stop in Berkeley to get my clothes which meant I had to describe to Kevin’s grandmother where he was. I practiced what I would say and didn’t want to say much.
She welcomed me and gave me lunch. I explained that Kevin stayed to visit a friend. She didn’t ask any questions which meant I didn’t have to use the answers that I had practiced. I had not called my parents because that would certainly have required more explanation than I was prepared to give. Around two I arrived at the airport only to find out that all flights to the east coast left earlier in the day. I was deep in thought when a young guy came up behind me said, “Can I help? Where are you planning to go?” I was surprised and turned.
“I’m fine. Flying east and trying to decide whether I want to take a red eye or stay until tomorrow morning,”
“Where are you flying? I was planning to fly to Orlando, Florida. With the change fee it’s cheaper to fly to Miami and take a bus home.” I realized I was giving him more information than he asked for or cared about.
He said, “I just dropped my mom off to fly to Tucson. I’m heading back to San Mateo and you’re welcome to stay with me for the night if you decide to don’t want to sit up all night.”
I didn’t know this guy and he’s inviting me to come home with him. I felt, at least, someone was interested in me even if Kevin wasn’t. “You sure it won’t be an inconvenience. I can take the BART back up here in the morning.”
“No problem, I pass by the airport on the way to work. I usually work from home most of the time but tomorrow I have a weekly face-to-face meeting in the office.” I followed Greg to his relatively new, blue Toyota Tacoma. He put my bag and back pack in the lock box behind the truck cabin. We drove south on the busy Highway 5 for about twenty minutes before he turned off of the freeway onto a major city street. Quite a few blocks later we reached an area of small bungalows on a shaded, tree lined street. He pulled into the driveway of one of the bungalows.
On the drive Greg told me he graduated from a California university with a computer science degree but he had to fulfill ROTC scholarship requirement. When he finished he’s been working for a start up tech company for two years. He told me he didn’t meet his boss in person for more than a year because of the Covid lockdown. When we went into the house he introduced me to Walter, his landlord. Walter was a gentleman, I guessed to be, in his eighties. Greg explained, while we were driving, that the fellow likes to have him around because he feels more safe and secure. He explained that Walter loved having Greg’s mother visit since she was a much better cook than he was.
Greg showed me around the little house which had three bedrooms and a lovely fenced backyard with a hot tub. After what I had experienced the last couple of days I was looking forward to lounging in the tub. Greg put my things in the smallest of the three bedrooms which was where I assumed I would be sleeping.
He said, “I have a conference call and a little work to do. You are welcome to take a nap or use the hot tub. Walter prefers guys to be naked in the hot tub.” Speaking as if Walter wasn’t there he continued, “Seeing young bodies reminds him of his youth. I don’t mind. Do you?”
“Truthfully, I prefer being naked as much as I can be.”
“Walter, will be happy. Also, there is beer and wine in the refrigerator. I will order Grab Hub after I finish my call. Have any food preferences?” Greg acted like I was his long lost friend. I felt welcome.
After getting myself a plastic glass of wine I offered one to Walter. He declined explaining that he has enough balance issues without wine. I could see Greg the middle bedroom in his underpants on a Zoom call. I smiled and undressed for the hot tub. With a towel over my shoulder I went to the backyard followed by two cats. They seemed interested in what I was planning to do. I opened the cover to the hot tub, turned on the jets and climbed in. I was immediately relaxed.
Walter slowly walked toward the tub. He was naked but wrinkled with much skin hanging from what must have been muscular arms once upon a time. He was going to have difficulty getting in the tub so I got out helping him up the two steps. He moved slowly before lowering himself into the warm, bubbling water. He didn’t say anything until he was seated. He smiled, “This is wonderful. Young man, tell me about you.”
Since I was his guest I felt I should answer his question. Before answering I turned off the noisy jets. “Well, Walter, to be honest, I just met Greg at the airport. I am in California visiting my roommate at college. He and I attend the University of Florida. We are gymnasts but I’ve had a lousy week.”
“He dump you?”
“Not exactly. We weren’t partners; more friends and were planning to travel up the coast to Oregon and Washington before returning to school next month. He met an older guy and seems to have completely fallen for him. He cancelled our trip and moved in with the guy after he told me wasn’t returning to Florida. I have to find another roommate.”
“I understand why you said ‘lousy’.
“Greg found me as I was getting ready to fly back to Florida. He offered me a place to stay for the night.”
“Greg is like that. He not only brings home cute boys like you but also stray cats like the two standing over there looking at us.” Walter said, “Have you decided what you are going to do?”
“I’ll go to the airport tomorrow when Greg drives to his office.”
“You’re welcome to stay longer is you would like.”
I paused, “I’ll consider your kind offer and let you know later. I need to call my parents and give them as little explanation as I can. They aren’t expecting me for three more weeks anyway.”
“Why call them? They have your cell phone number if they need to call you they will.”
“You’re right. I don’t want to inconvenience you.” About that time Greg walked out wrapped in a towel which he threw at the cats which scampered away. He got into the tub and moved closer to Walter. I could see he was playing with Walter’s dick.
Greg smiled, “Has Walter told you he likes to get fucked by young guys.” I must have looked shocked, “Tell him it’s true, Walter.”
Walter looked embarrassed, “Greg’s right, but it is up to you. Greg needs relief from my desire for constant attention.”
“You’re a good fuck, old fellow. It’s a great way for me to get off.” I heard the doorbell. Greg said, “It’s the food. See you two in the kitchen,” as he wrapped his towel around himself.
I decided to stay but not to service Walter’s needs. I informed Greg of my decision at breakfast. I told him I planned to stay a few more days so wouldn’t need a ride. He was rushed as he got ready to leave for the meeting he had. He was out the door as I cleaned up the kitchen from our coffee, fruit and toast. Walter sat in his easy chair looking at the cats chasing birds around the yard. He turned, “Mark interested in seeing what sex with an old man is like.”
“I’m ready. I need to use the toilet first and take a quick shower.”
“I’ll be waiting in bed.” To my surprise when I entered his room he was on his knees with his ass pointed at me. I was flaccid and asked Walter to help me prepare. He was more than willing to turn and take my dick in his warm mouth. It didn’t take me long to get hard. He handed me the lube which I generously spread around his asshole and on my condom. I stood behind him and pushed in expecting resistance. There was little as I slipped past his squinter. He looked around smiling, “I’m pretty loose, hope its tight enough for you.” I smiled and had to work hard to get myself to cum. Walter seemed happy as I followed him into the bathroom.
It was late afternoon when Greg returned. He was in a foul mood as he announced he wasn’t interested in fixing dinner. I suspected that I was supposed to volunteer. I said, “What is there to fix? I’m happy to do it.”
He snapped, “Fix the chicken. My stupid, fucking company wants me to take a six month project in North Dakota. I wasn’t given any choice but was promised a big bonus if I take the assignment. Do you know how cold it gets in the winter in North Dakota?”
Neither Walter nor I said anything as Greg banged around before going to his room. By the time the chicken had baked and the parmesan zucchini casserole was bubbling Greg returned. He seemed to have become resolved to his situation. As we ate our salad Greg said, “Mark, do you want to have my job taking care of Walter.”
Walter snapped, “You don’t take care of me. I take care of myself.”
I waited not wanting to enflame the discussion. Greg softly said, “You’re right, most of the time.”
I sat thinking about what I would do since Greg said he would be leaving for a scouting trip to North Dakota the following week. My options were clear either return to Florida as soon as an appropriate caregiver for Walter could be found or stay with Walter and find a university or college close by that I could attend
After dinner I began to search the internet for Northern California area for schools with a strong gymnastic program. The first two I found were University of California at Berkeley and Stamford nearby in Palo Alto. Both had championship Division I programs. I was sure I wouldn’t be accepted. There were only a few other schools that I had heard of that had gymnastic programs. One was San Jose State. I knew nothing about the school or the program so checked out their website. There was little about the athletic programs on the website but it did list several majors that caught my attention. In the hot tub that evening I asked Greg and Walter if they knew much about the university. Walter, having been a long serving engineer with Intel, said he had worked with several engineers and computer designers who had graduated from San Jose. Greg said that he knew nothing specific about the school.
With a semester starting in a little more than a month I decided to drive down to San Jose. Walter offered his giant 1993 Cadillac Sedan DeVille. I didn’t refuse but felt totally conspicuous in the white car with a blue leatherette roof.
I had an appointment in the admission office. Since I successfully completed my first year at Florida with good grades all I had to do was have the transcript sent quickly. After that appointment I was directed to the athletic director’s office. I met with a coach from the women’s gymnastics program. She was pleasant and told me about the men’s program. She encouraged me to have my coach in Florida to send a letter of recommendation. She couldn’t offer me a scholarship but said that my coach’s recommendation would go a long way toward getting the admissions office to grant me in-state tuition which would save me thousands of dollars.
When I returned to Walter’s I told him what I was planning to do. He seemed pleased but said the traffic on Interstate 5 was too heavy in the morning to guarantee that I would get to the campus for each morning’s practice. I didn’t comment because I suspected he was correct. Out of the blue Greg said, “Walter, with me gone why don’t you hire Mark as your caregiver.”
“I had planned to do that but he can’t live here and commute to San Jose every day.”
“You’ve got the money to find a small apartment in San Jose even though prices are ridiculous. You guys can stay there during the week and come back up here on the weekends.” Walter didn’t respond but I could see he was thinking.
I had to call my parents and tell them the plan. I was sure I would be told many reasons why I was making the wrong decision. I told them I had a job so room and board would be covered and, hopefully, would be granted in-state tuition. The call with both Mom and Dad went exactly as I suspected but in the end they didn’t object. Dad wanted to know if I had decided on a major. I told him that I hadn’t but would soon. I told Walter the news and he was very pleased. Later that night he was more pleased when he got both Greg and me in bed with him at the same time. After Walter fell asleep Greg quietly slipped his sizeable dick into by butt. I enjoyed being the receiver.