Date: Mon, 29 Mar 2010 17:12:59 -0700 From: Tim P Subject: Jordan's Tale Chapter 11 All rights reserved. Other than downloading one copy for personal enjoyment, no part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted by any means, except for reviews, without the written permission of the author. Comments on the story are appreciated and may be addressed to the author, Tim Price at privatetimm@gmail.com All the usual disclaimers apply. This is a work of pure fiction and a fetid imagination. If it is illegal to read this where you live, don't read it. If you are under legal age where you live, don't read it. This story contains descriptions of consensual sexual contact between males, adult and minor. It is written for the entertainment of mature adults. Passing through Nifty's main page to get here is your way of saying it is legal for you to be reading it. Wednesday Bryce calls and wants to know if we can do lunch at Noriega's on Thursday. I say sure and wonder what is up. I didn't invite Marco along because I wasn't sure if Bryce had something special on his mind. When I get to Noriega's on Thursday Bryce isn't there yet, but he shows up two minutes later and he isn't alone. He has a tall, good looking boy with him who I am guessing might be Madison and sure enough he introduces himself as Madison. We talk a little Bryce wants to know if we can go eat back at my place again. "We might not be alone at my place," I hope Bryce understands I mean Marco will be there. "That's ok," he smiles, "that might work out really well." I wonder what the story is here. I order a lot of food, even if Marco isn't home, that's fine, nothing wrong with leftovers from Noriega's. I also text Marco to let him know we are going to have company for lunch. I chat with Bryce and Madison while we wait for the food. I get a text back from Marco that says he is at the pool. I text him back we'll be home in about 30 minutes with food. Bryce and Madison ride over to my place in Madison's BMW X5, an older model, but still a BMW. Marco's not in the condo so he must be at the pool still. I set up the table on the terrace and lay the food out. The boys and I start eating, five minutes later Marco comes in from the pool, bathing suit only, no shirt. Did the bitch do it on purpose, I grin to myself, he does look dang hot. I watch Madison for his reaction and it is pronounced. "Marco!" "Oh hey Madi, what brings you over here?" Marco is casual like it is no big deal. Madison is obviously flustered now. "Marco, how... where, where did you come from?" "I came from the pool, on the roof top. Tim texted me lunch was here," he just smiles and leaves so much unsaid, but he comes over and sits next to me and plants a kiss on my cheek. Madison might be a little slow on the uptake, but pieces start dropping into place. "Do you live here?" "Just for the summer I guess, I'll live at my mom's during school, but for now, yeah, I am here." "But back to my question Madi, what brings you here today?" Wow, this is pretty relentless for Marco so my Spidey sense starts tingling in the back of my neck. Bryce is looking very quiet, but self satisfied. "I.. I.. at the end of school..... I mean..." Bryce jumps in to help, "Tim had told me to keep my eyes open at school on who maybe was looking at me and I noticed Madison....." Madison finds his voice again, "He busted me. I was totally checking him out, but instead of being mad, he smiled at me and I melted. I thought I'd found someone who maybe understood me finally. I've felt so alone, so dirty, so many things. We talked and we've been talking ever since. He told me it wasn't just me and him, but that there are others at St. Ignatius like us. I'm still not totally happy, it's not what I want, but I don't know what to do. I don't want to be a florist or a hair dresser, I just want to be a regular guy." Madison's voice dropped and quivered at the end and I think he is about to lose it, he is teared up, but Marco starts laughing. Madison looks at him and starts to smile and then laughs quietly to himself. "Ok, so maybe I am a little melodramatic and THAT is another sign, right?" "Did you know about me Madi?" Marco asks quietly. "Not until you kissed Tim, no, I mean I'm assuming a bunch of stuff, but I guess you are like me and Bryce and I guess maybe Tim is too. Bryce says you are a seven time All-American from Stanford Tim, that is pretty dang studley." "Yeah, I was a three time in water polo and four time in swimming, which is pretty unusual, not many polo players do both in college, they are too dang lazy to swim still." We talk some more and Madison pours out his fears and insecurities and they are common to all Catholic school boys who are gay; everything in their life has programmed them to be one thing, but in their hearts they know they are another. Madison says basketball is his life and he really wants to play in college and beyond if he can. He started for the varsity and scored 23 points in the section finals win over Riordan although limping from a hip injury and wearing a bandage over a seven-stitch cut suffered in a previous game. He is one tough kid with a great future. "Are you busy Sunday night Madison?" I ask him. "No, not really why?" "Do you want to go play some pick-up basketball with me on Sunday night?" "Where?" Madison is interested. "Just meet me here at 4:45 Sunday afternoon and plan to be out until at least 10PM. Bryce and Marco, be available from 8:30 to 10PM for dinner on Sunday, Marco, you'll have to explain to your mom we are on a rescue mission." After Bryce and Madison leave I ask Marco what was up with his grilling of Madison, I say it isn't like him to be so relentless. "Bryce asked me to put the screws to him, he is really trying to draw Madison out and get him to accept that he is gay and get on with life. He is afraid Madison might try to shove it all under the surface. He is trying to show him what he has discovered." I laugh, "you did a good job as the grand inquisitor, I hope it works, Madison seems like a keeper." I move on to a different topic. "Marco, I've been meaning to talk to you about Frank." "What about him?" Marco cocks his head. "Have you talked with him about sex, about the Internet, how to keep himself safe online, how to have safe sex and all that?" "No, I mean Frank is only..... oh my God, I almost said Frank is only 13, but Jordan is 13, I was 13 when I hooked up with Harry and Alan, you were 13 the first time you hooked up. I guess I need to. Do you think he'll talk to me? Won't he be embarrassed? How will I begin?" "If you want me to help, I am more than willing. We can have him over for dinner and we can just lay it out there. Yeah he might be embarrassed, we might be embarrassed and we might have to open up to him a little, but it is worth it to keep him safe and healthy." "Yeah, you are right. Ok, I'll arrange it and let me mom know." * * * * * * * * * * * * * Sunday comes and Madison shows up at 4:15 at my place so I am not quite ready yet. I take him back to my bedroom where I have been folding clothes and putting them away. He seems nervous, so I try to chat and put him more at ease. He wants to know where we are going to play, but I just smile and play coy. I finish with the laundry and grab a pair of basketball shorts, some jockey underwear and a Stanford water polo t-shirt. Yeah I could go change in the bathroom, but that would be no fun at all. I peel my shirt and Madison kinda gawks, but I purposefully don't look at him directly, I do watch him out of the corner of me eye. Next I drop my shorts so I am in just boxers. Yeah, I could have dropped both at the same time, but building drama is fun. I have Madison's full attention and it is very quiet. I pick up the jockeys and drop my boxers to the floor and kick them to the closet. Kicking them is a nice effect because it causes my cock to bounce and sway. I take my time putting the jockeys on, but I can only take so long. I pull them up and then the basketball shorts. I sit down to put on my socks and high tops and poor Madison is tenting a little and trying to hide it. I have to stop being an evil bitch..... just not tonight ha ha. I throw on my t-shirt. "Ready to go? I'll drive." I leave the bedroom first so Madison can follow behind and have more time to return to normal. We jump in the 4Runner and I head to the Castro for open gym night with the San Francisco Gay Basketball Association at the Eureka Valley Rec Center. "Can I know where we are going now?" Madison wants to know. Oh and his little, or not so little to be accurate, problem has gone away. "We are going to the open gym at the San Francisco Gay Basketball Association in the Castro." Madison raises an eyebrow, but only says "Oh." I laugh, "ok Madison, what gives, that 'oh' says there is something more than 'oh' going on." "I dunno, I guess I am thinking what if someone sees me there and what is it going to be like have gay guys touch me, I mean will they grab my ass or my ummm... package? I dunno I guess I am just nervous." "I doubt any guy's going to grab your ass or package and any guy you see there is going to be gay or gay friendly and if he is there, why is HE there? But I'll make this deal with you, any time you want to leave we will. If we get there and you are uncomfortable, we'll turn around and leave." "Ok, I guess I am just being stupid and nervous, I'll be ok." We get to the gym a little after 5PM and there are games going on already; from 5-6PM is kind of the low level players and the heavy hitters come in from 6-8PM. Madison puts his name on the list for the next game on the better of the two courts, I am going to hold off for a bit and watch his first game and be sure he is ok. We go sit on the sidelines and stretch. Madison, like so many teens I've noticed these days, doesn't wear a jock strap or even jockey underwear, he has on boxers and while there is a certain hotness to those teen cocks flopping around I don't get how that can be comfortable and it seems it be a lot easier to get banged and not in a fun way. When Madison shifts to stretch his other leg I make a discovery, he is circumcised and not badly sized. Hey I didn't MEAN to look, but damn, the boy is wearing boxers! What's red blooded American male to do? The games are to 11 by 1, win by two, but there is a cap at 15 so the games go pretty quickly. Madison's team looks pretty solid and he is one of the taller players at 6'3", but not the tallest. The first trip up the court they pass to him on the outside and he buries an 18 footer because his man isn't guarding him that closely, maybe because he looks like just a kid. Down on the defensive end he is perfectly positioned for the rebound when he banged out of the way and that man puts the ball back up for an easy basket. The next time down Madison is still looking tentative, like he isn't sure how he should play, should he lay his body on these guys or what. He takes an elbow to the chest, not too hard a shot and not cheap, just hard, aggressive basketball like you expect in any street game. By the third time down, I can tell he has forgotten this is 'gay' basketball and now he is just playing basketball. His team wins 11-8 with Madison scoring four of the eleven points. My team is up next, it looks like we have a tall guy on my team, 6'8" maybe 6'9" To my surprise, he speaks to Madison as he comes over to the sideline. "Nice playing Madi, but you won't score four buckets this game," he says with a sly smile. "Greg! What are you doing here?" "Just playing some ball brotha, but what brings you here?" "I came here with my friend Tim.. Tim, this is Greg Kelly. He played at St. Ignatius with my oldest brother, Jeff, and then he played at Notre Dame and then the Knicks for a season." "Tim, nice to meet you, how do you know Madison?" Greg eyes me suspiciously. "Madison is a friend of a friend and he was looking to expand his universe in the world so here we are." I am hoping that Greg picks up on my veiled reference and understands that Madison is gay or questioning. I've never met Greg before, but I've seen him here with his boyfriend before. "Well cool, let's see if we can't teach him a trick or two." Was that Greg's acknowledgement of message received and understood? I guess we'll see. There is no one on Madison's team that can guard Greg worth a darn and we quickly build a 5-1 lead with the one basket coming on a driving lay-in, opposite hand, from Madison. Now that we have a comfortable lead, Greg dishes the ball more and the game evens out, but we still win 11-7 and Madison scored three of the seven for his team. We chat on the sidelines, or rather mostly Greg and Madison chat and mostly about basketball, but Greg does reference his boyfriend a couple of times and I gage Madison's reaction. He looks stunned, but happy and trying hard to not look either. Madison goes off to grab some water and Greg turns to me. "Did I read your message right Tim?" "You got it perfectly Greg, thanks. Anything you can do to help Madison I know he would appreciate. This is all very new to him and he is scared to death about most of it." "Got it, I'll make sure he has my number before we leave. He'll be fine, he has nothing to worry about from his family at least. I know that much." I don't have time to ask how he knows as the next team is ready. This one will be more of a challenge, they have a kid on their team, Jesse, from USF who is 6'8" too and should match up nicely with Greg. They also picked up Madison so this should really be a game. It is a battle and we are tied at 11, tied at 13 and get a lucky turnover to go up 14-13. Jesse turns on Greg down low and thinks he has him beat and nine out of ten guys would be beat, but Greg played major D1 and the NBA so he swats Jesse's shot like he is a jr. high school girl and our point guard, Aaron grabs the deep block and takes it to the far end for an easy lay-in and a 15-13 win for us. Winning is fun and good exercise, but I want to create some more bonding for Greg and Madison so I ask Greg if I sit, will they pick up Madison? Greg just winks and says he has it covered. I bow out and call Bryce and Marco who are back at the condo and tell them to meet us at Brandy Ho's in the Castro at 8:15. Greg and Madison's team wins two more games until Jesse finds enough people to mount a serious challenge and Greg's team is getting heavy legs anyway. Jesse's new team takes down Greg's team 13-11. Greg and Madison are soaked and look beat, but there is a new look on Madison's face. A confidence he didn't have coming into the gym. Greg swaps out to a new t-shirt and Madison looks miserable in his wet one. "Didn't you bring a spare shirt Madi?" I ask. "No I totally forgot." "Good thing you have me to watch out for you." I toss him a Stanford Basketball t-shirt from my bag. It should fit him fine, he is a bit taller than me, but not nearly as thick. He smiles, thanks me and puts it on. Greg's boyfriend, Julian, joins us and is introduced around. I invite Greg and Julian to join us for dinner at Brandy Ho's, they look at each other and say sure. We decide to walk to the restaurant since it is only two blocks away. Bryce and Marco are already there, but it is easy to get the restaurant to get us a bigger table. Madison sits between Greg and Bryce on one side and I sit between Marco and Julian on the other. The conversation is lively and animated and it bounces from talk of family, to basketball to work and school. I direct it every so often back to gay topics. "Julian, how did you and Greg meet?" "At The Café actually, I snuck in when I was 19 and he swept me off my feet. How did you and Marco meet?" "At a gay sex club.... ooww!" Marco punches me in the arm, "well that sounds better than you're my pizza delivery boy, we've all seen that bad porn plot." Everyone laughs. "I've never seen that one," Madison says quietly and everyone laughs all over again. "I'll let you watch my copy," Julian and I say at the same time, more laughter. Overall the night has been a great success. Madison has had a whole new world opened up to him, the idea that you can be masculine, play college ball, be on an NBA roster and still be a 'mo. Everyone hugs outside the restaurant and then Julian, Greg, Madison and I walk back to the gym on Collingwood where we hug again and this time Greg gives Madison a peck on the lips and Madison looks stunned for the umpteenth time this night. Greg makes him promise to come back next Sunday to play again. Madison and I climb into my car, "Greg Kelly is gay, wow, I would have never guessed. I can do this I think. You know Tim, I think I'm going to be ok." More than ok Madison, I think you'll be more than ok. * * * * * * * * * * * * * The next three weeks we follow the same pattern, Madison and I go play hoops, Bryce goes over to the condo and does summer school work with Marco and then meet Greg, Julian, Madison and I for dinner after. Marco and I have shifted to a nice lunch with his family after church on Sunday so we can hang with Madison. Teresa has been very understanding about it. It has also been great to see the growth in Madison and I think he and Bryce are inching towards a relationship, although I know Bryce and Jordan have been hanging out too, but it is all good, they are all too young to be too serious anyway. We've rotated restaurants between Thai Chef, Malacca and Brandy Ho's just to keep things fresh. I also found out from Greg what he meant when he said Madison had 'nothing to worry about from his family'. Jeff, Madison's brother, has met and likes Julian and confided to Greg that there has been speculation in the family that Madison might be gay and his parents were fine with it, but worried about him and how he would deal with it. I don't tell Madi, I'll let Greg or Jeff talk to him or let him find out on his own for now. Tonight we are at Thai Chef and I can tell something is up with Bryce he can't hardly look at me and he seems distracted. I look to Marco and we have gotten so good at non-verbals we can communicate with no words. Marco give me the smile, a double arch of the eye brows and I know that he and Bryce hooked up tonight. No wonder Bryce can't look at me, he is feeling guilty, or I guess that is what it is. He doesn't understand Marco's and my relationship which is totally open right now because I want it that way. I want Marco to experience young guys like Bryce and not have any regrets if one day we do want to go exclusive. I text Bryce 'meet me in the bathroom'. Bryce looks startled when he reads the text and looks up at me in a panic, but I try to smile as reassuringly as I can before I announce I have to wash my hands. Two minutes later Bryce comes in the bathroom with his head down. "Bryce, look at me." The poor kid looks like he is going to cry. "I know, relax, we are cool, yeah Marco and I are dating, but we explicitly get to see other people. It is fine that you guys did whatever tonight. Are you ok?" Bryce's face shows surprise, but he doesn't ask how I know. "I guess, I mean if you are ok, I don't think we really meant for it to happen, but we were studying so close..." "You don't need to explain now. If you want to talk later or let me watch a reenactment, I am cool." Bryce smiles at my joke, or he thinks I am joking, and relaxes. "Now let's go eat and you cheer the fuck up and enjoy yourself." We go back to the table and the food has arrived and we have a great meal again with everyone enjoying themselves. Back at my condo later that night Marco gives me the whole story. It seems he gave Bryce his first topping experience. So now Bryce has been topped by Jordan and topped Marco and I am glad he has his first experiences at anal with two great guys and not some 47 year old off Craig's List he'd never see again. Bryce and Madison haven't done anything anal yet and I guess part of his hesitancy with Madison is that Madison, as I have seen, is pretty good sized. * * * * * * * * * * * * * It is the first Saturday in August, the Junior Olympics for water polo have just ended and it was good to catch up with Dylan, we haven't seen that much of him in the last month. I guess he and Jon have continued to see each other, very much on the QT, but it seems to going well as they are still hanging out. The tournament was in southern California and they dominated the tournament, but northern Cal did ok too, Stanford A took 5th, Lamorinda took 10th and Fog City placed 13th. The coolest part was that Matt Miller came out to watch some of Dylan's games and wound up spending the night with me at my hotel and we got reacquainted, quite well actually. I had forgotten what fun he was to spend time with. The second coolest thing was the third day of the tournament Dylan found me alone on the pool deck at Pomona College. "Oh my God, it happened for real last night!" I look at him like 'what?', "Jon and I, we made out and jerked each other off. It was so cool, I think he is such a cool guy. I just had to tell you. Don't let Jon know I told you and don't smile at him funny!" I smile crooked at Dylan, "I'll try not to." I see Jon later on that day back at the Ayre's Inn where several of the teams are staying and I swear he approached me, I didn't seek him out. He sits next to me on the couch, off in a corner of the lobby. "Tim, can I talk to you?" "Of course you can, you always know that." "This is weird, I need to ask you some weird stuff, I dunno maybe too weird, too personal..." He kind of stalls out on his thought. "Jon, there is nothing too weird and almost nothing too personal, so just ask." "What was it like the first time you sucked a cock." Ok, I admit I NEVER saw that one coming and my face must show it. "Dude, I'm sorry, forget it, I knew it was way too weird and personal, just forget I asked, I mean...." "No, Jon you just caught me a little off guard. The first time I just did it because I was a horny 13 year old and at the time it seemed like the right thing to do. It was cool, nothing about it bothered me. Now I do it because I want to give pleasure to someone I like or care about. When you get down to it, it is just skin with some very sensitive areas. The best part is the reaction from your partner, the noises he makes when you do something he really likes and of course the emotional connection on the climax of the event. It is pretty intense." Jon blushes now and starts slowly again, "I've never done it before." "But there is someone you think you care enough about that you want to give him pleasure, to have that connection." "Yeah, but ...." "But what?" "I don't know how, I mean what if I do it totally wrong?" "So what if you do it totally wrong? Your partner will help you, it is ok to talk and ask what he likes and after you have gotten one or two yourself, you'll figure out what you like and figure out that other guys might like the dame thing." "Can you, ummm, do you have any ummm.... " "Pointers?" Jon nods. I smile and walk him through a five minute primer that embarrassingly has us both very hard when I finish. I hope no one comes over to bother us until they go away and no one does. "Tim, you know why I am asking don't you?" "You wanted to come by my room later?" I tease. Jon snorts and laughs, "yeah, maybe tomorrow night." He smiles at me. "Just don't say anything to Dylan, I mean it might not even happen, he might not even want to, I just was thinking I should be ready, you know?" "Jon, it will happen if you are ready and I think I can guarantee you Dylan would be interested, he really likes you a lot." Jon smiles and nods again, "thanks Tim, I'll let you know how it goes, if it goes." * * * * * * * * * * * * * Meanwhile, back at the home front, Bryce and Madison and now Jordan have been hanging out too, but Jordan and Frank, Marco's brother have been haning out more as well; sometimes at my condo to swim and play video games and sometimes over at Jordan's or sometimes over at the Bisignani's. Marianna was gone a few days so Jordan stayed over again and Frank spent the night too in a sleep over and for the first time Jordan actually slept in his bedroom and Frank was with him. It is nice to see Jordan be a normal 8th grader. David Bisignani and Mikey have become inseparable and they have had more play days in the pool here and they have done sleep overs at each other's houses. They also are still playing water polo at Fog City, although neither one went to the JO's since they were both pretty new to the sport still. The week after the JO's, Bryce comes over one morning and works with Marco, his Algebra2 final is next week. They put in a good hour and a half before Marco has to go to work. Bryce and I hang for a while, before we decide to go to the pool and take a dip. Bryce actually spends more time in the pool than I do and I tan in one of my skimpier Speedos. Bryce spreads sun tan oil on my back and legs for me. I don't know if he means to make it feel sultry, but damn it does, thank God I am face down because it definitely gets a rise out of me. I must have fallen asleep a little because Bryce shakes me awake and asks me if I want to turn over and even my tan out. I do and he applies the tanning oil to my front, even though I could have done it myself, but we are alone in the pool area and when he applied it to my back it felt so good I am curious what this will feel like. Oh damn, it feels amazing, just like the back, I have a Stanford ball cap covering my face so Bryce can't see my face, but I can see him and he sees the effect his rubbing is having and he grins at it. "How about thirty more minutes Bryce and then we get out of the sun?" Bryce agrees and I hope no one comes into the pool area for the next five minutes because it will take at least that long for my erection to go away and in this Speedo, there is no missing that I have one, it is barely contained as is. At thirty minutes on the dot, Bryce asks if I ready to go down. Oh I am more than ready to go down, oh wait, he means down to the condo, or does he. I am actually good either way right now. We hop in the shower in the master bedroom, I am in front and Bryce is behind me, I untie and drop my Speedo and I hear Bryce's suit hit the floor too. This is the first time he and I have been alone and naked in my condo. I rinse my Speedo and hang it on one of the bars in the shower and start to soap up my head and neck. "Do you want me to scrub off the oil Tim?" I know what the right answer is, but I say yes anyway. I step out from under the direct stream so the soap won't wash off right away. Bryce soaps up my back, neck and shoulders and tries to remove the suntan oil, or is he just enjoying rubbing me and trying to get that reaction again he saw on the pool deck. Whatever he is doing, it feels great and I react in a minor way; it isn't until he hits my legs and butt, a butt that doesn't even have oil on it, that I really react. Bryce is still behind me and he says quietly, "do you want me to get off the oil on your chest too?" I turn to face him and look down, we are both sporting major wood, I smile lightly, "yes, I think you should." Bryce applies soap to my chest and starts rubbing the soap on to remove the oil, but his gaze is fixed on my erection, I know he is dying to touch it, but is a bit afraid to because of our past talks. I put my hands on his shoulders and let him rub the soap down my sides; I let my hands slide down his sides to his bare butt and pull him tight to my body which drives my erection into his stomach. Bryce looks up at me surprised, but he is less surprised as my mouth closes down to his. Our lips hit, his mouth opens and his tongue shyly comes out to meet mine. We kiss very slowly as if time will slow down with us. We kiss like that for a couple of minutes. Bryce sneaks a hand in between us and wraps his hand around my cock. His hand is still soapy so it slips easily on my hardness. He slowly manipulates my member and strokes me slowly. I pull back from the kiss, "hang on," I tell Bryce. I take one of the handheld shower heads and rinse the soap off my body. "Let's get out of here." We step out of the shower and dry quickly off, but before I lead Bryce into the bedroom I just stand him still to drink in his body. He has grown an inch maybe since that day in April when we were in the showers at St. Ignatius and filled out a bit more. He is 5'7" now, his shoulders are getting broader, but his torso is still slender as is his waist and he has put on maybe 5 pounds to be at 130 pounds now, give or take. His very hard cock is quite cute, 6 1/2" maybe underneath a small path of brown pubic hair. "You are quite beautiful Bryce, you really are." He blushes, "thanks Tim, I think you are freaking amazing." I lead Bryce into the bedroom and pull him on top of me and in between my legs and we resume kissing. Bryce is grinding his cock on mine and through my pubic hairs, his balls crushing into me. I have my right hand cupped behind his neck and I massage the neck gently while the battle wth our tongues rages. My left hand leaves his head and slides down his back and sides, feeling and exploring as it goes. I squeeze and hold his ass cheek as he grinds into me and I feel the flexing of his muscular globe. I switch off my hands now, the left comes to cup his neck while my right hand goes down Bryce's bare side and in between us to grasp his hard cock. He is of course pre-cumming already so I use that to lube up his head and I grip it gently, but firmly. Bryce breaks the kiss and gasps as I stroke him. He looks down and smiles at me as I manipulate him, he closes his eyes and just enjoys. We stay there for a few minutes until Bryce's face tells me he is getting to close so I stop, his eyes snap open and he looks like a little kid who has just had his lollipop snatched from him. "Patience grasshopper," I tell him. He smiles broader and nods and goes back to kissing me. He then starts to move down my body, first he nibbles on my neck, he then moves down to lick and nibble my nipples and that gets a major reaction from me, my moans tell Bryce he is doing good..... and I do mean good, not well. He continues his journey down my torso eventually getting to my leaking and hard cock, the one he had asked to suck months back that first lunch we had, now he finally has his chance and he makes the most of it. The practice he has had with Jordan, Tyler, Marco and Madison has really paid off because he knows the right buttons to push. He starts by teasing my head with his tongue licking all around it and twisting his hand around the rest of my cock. After a few moments of the tease he really goes to work swallowing my cock whole with no gag, as he builds a rhythm on it it feels so good I start to lift my hips to meet him. We work together and he builds me towards orgasm, I can tell I am less than a minute from filling his mouth when he stops and sits up. I look at him with a shocked and incredulous face and he just smiles. "Pay backs a bitch," he says quietly. Oh no he dint int. I sit up too and pull Bryce back down on top of me and then roll him to his back. He is laughing and giggling as my mouth attacks his neck followed by his nipples, but I don't spend long there because I am going to show him how to torture someone with a blow job. I pull out every trick I know to drive him insane with pleasure and it seems to be working as he squirms underneath. Without missing a lick I reach to the night stand and grab a bottle of lube and lube up my forefinger. I spread lube over his hole and tease the ring before slipping the tip of my finger inside. I feel the ring clamp down instinctively and Bryce moans an 'oh fuck'. I continue my licking and slurping on his cock and I don't move my finger any deeper until I feel Bryce relaxing and then I slide it in slowly and deep, when I get it in as far as I can, I curl it back towards his cock and hit his prostate. "Oh God, do that again," Bryce demands. Oh don't worry Bryce, I intend to. I pick up some speed banging Bryce with my forefinger while continuing my blow job, swallowing all of Bryce's 6 1/2". I add my index finger to the banging and get even deeper, after about a minute of that I feel Bryce pull my head off his cock. Hey wait, I was going to stop when you got close, you aren't close enough yet. "Tim, fuck me." Whoa, that surprises me, "are you sure Bryce, I'm a lot bigger than Jordie." "Yes and do it now before I chicken out, I really want it." I withdraw my fingers and get in between Bryce's legs and lean forward to kiss him. He can feel my hard cock on his balls and that isn't where he wants it so he lifts his legs and hips higher until my cock lies across his hole. "Now Tim.... pleeeeease." I smile, "Ok." I kiss him once more before I grab the bottle of lube and spread a generous amount on my cock and add some more to Bryce's pretty pink eye. I set my purplish, red head at the entrance and slowly guide it in, Bryce flinches and clenches, but relaxes again now my head is past the ring. He pushes out when I tell him to and then I slide all 7" in when he relaxes. Bryce smiles when I tell him I am all the way in, he nods his head for me to continue. I start a slow undulation, pulling back and pushing in, I keep checking on Bryce to see how he is doing, but his eyes are closed and I can't tell if the expression is pain, pleasure or both, but in any case he hasn't said stop, but I ask anyway. "Don't you dare," is all he says back and opens his eyes. I lift his legs a little higher and that leads to striking his prostate even more and he moans, 'ah fuck, yes'. As my pace picks Bryce moans and talks more, I tell him to start stroking himself, I am a few minutes away, Bryce grabs the bottle of lube next to him and quickly applies and starts stroking madly and then slows after a couple of minutes. "Ok Tim, I am ready any time." I pick up the pace even more, "30 seconds," is all I can say. And true to my word no more than 30 seconds later I am blowing a huge load into Bryce, he groans when he feels it and ten seconds later starts shooting himself, the first shot goes over his head followed by smaller squirts that land on his chest and stomach. I empty myself and then withdraw and lie, spent, on top of Bryce. I kiss him gently and he smiles back at me. "Wow, that was great, thanks Tim. Do you think we can do it again? My head snaps off his chest, "right now?" Bryce giggles, "not right now, just again." "As long as we are both single, I guess I don't see why not." "Cool," he kissed me again and rolled me to my back, kissed me once again and went to his shorts and pulled his cell phone out and goes to texting. It seems a strange time to text and he sees my questioning look. "I'm texting Marco," he sees my next questioning look, "Even Steven I told him." I start laughing, "you and Marco set me up!" "Yeah, I've been feeling so guilty over having sex with Marco that Marco decided the best way to assuage my guilty conscious was to have sex with you too so we would all be 'Even Steven' and now we are." The grin just won't leave his face. Even Steven indeed. * * * * * * * * * * * * * Summer continues to wind down, water polo practice starts in another week for the high schools, Marco is getting ready for his last semester at St. Ignatius, he is going to graduate early, Jordan is ready for his last year in middle school and we have made a lot of new friends in the last year so Marco and I decide to have an end of summer dinner party. Marco and I will do the cooking and we'll try to pull together the various people we want. We've invited Bryce and Madison, Greg and Julian, Jordan and Jordan wants us to invite Frank, which I am not sure on, but Marco and I are having our talk with Frank tomorrow so depending on how that goes, maybe. We also have Tyler and Dylan and Dylan wants to bring a guest, who I am guessing is Jon. I make sure Dylan has told him guys from his school will be there and he says he will. Greg and Julian also asked if they could invite another couple and the way Greg asked made me say yes, but also made me wonder what he was up to. It's Friday and Frank is coming over to have lunch and swim, he knows that Marco and I want to talk to him, but he isn't sure about what. Teresa thinks it is a great idea that we are going to have the sex talk with him and she is grateful because she feels she let Marco down. Joe Sr., Marco's dad, had the talk with Joe Jr. and Tony, but Marco was just turning 13 when he was killed in the fire so he never had his father's guidance. Marco goes over to his mom's at 11AM to pick up Frank. We start the conversation in the great room. I take the lead. "Frank, you are 13, almost 14 and going into the 8th grade so Marco and I thought we should have this talk with you. Everyone in your family recognizes you aren't a little boy anymore, but a young man now." Frank smiles at that and sits up a little straighter in his chair. "In many cultures you would be a man already and in fact your Nonna Maria wasn't much older that you when she married Nonni Fredo. There are changes happening all over your body and I know you've noticed them. There are going to be more changes and probably thoughts and feelings you'll have that you don't understand and you'll think you're a freak for having them, like no one else would have these bizarre thoughts or does these things. Marco and I are here to tell you that is normal and welcome to the Wonderful World of Puberty." Frank blushes, but smiles shyly, "I appreciate it, I really do, but....." he hesitates. "You can say it Frank, what?" Marco prods him. "I love you Marco, you know I do, but can I just talk with Tim?" Marco looks a little hurt and glances at me, I give him the 'your call" look and he looks back at Frank, "Sure, I understand, there are still some things too embarrassing to tell or ask me, but know you can ask or tell me anything you want and I'll never love you any less." "Great, so why don't we go to my office than Frank and we can talk in private." We head down the hall to my office, Frank sits on the couch and I take the chair after closing the door behind us. "Let's start with the basic obvious stuff. You know Marco and I are gay and dating and so I assume that means you know what that entails." Frank blushes a little, "yeah you guys are boyfriends so I guess you do what boyfriends do. You guys seem really happy so it makes me happy too, not like his other boyfriends, Marco was upset a lot back then." "Ok good, if you have questions about us you can ask, we may not answer, but you can ask. Let's talk about you a little and about 13 year olds in general. I may ask you stuff that is embarrassing so you don't have to answer, but you should know there aren't right and wrong answers and nothing you say will go beyond these doors. Masturbation," that gets Frank's attention, he blushes, but his eyes are locked on me. "Every guy masturbates, some do it a little, some do it a lot. I would say a guy who doesn't masturbate isn't the norm and most guys start about your age or maybe even younger." "What's 'a lot', I mean in masturbation, can you do it too much? And is it a sin?" Frank wastes no time on the two biggies. "You can't really do it too much physically, but you might overdo it emotionally. When I was your age, I probably did it three times a day, maybe as many as five times on a Saturday, but I think I was probably doing it more than most of my friends. As to if it is a sin, I can't really say from a Catholic standpoint, but let me give you my answer as a Christian. I think the reason some people will tell you it is a sin is because when you masturbate you usually focus on someone and that maybe you are thinking more about your pleasure than what is good and best for the them and that lust for them can be bad if it spills over into real life, but is the act itself a sin? No, I don't think so." "Now onto sex, sex is something very special, it is a gift from God and not something you should ever take lightly or think of as just a physical act. It has very deep spiritual and emotional consequences, to overdo it would be to cheapen it. It can also have health consequences; I know you are well aware of AIDS living in San Francisco, but there are any number of other nasty diseases that can affect the rest of your life. I think waiting is better when you are young, but I also know it isn't easy, so if you ever need condoms you can always come to me or Marco. We might give you the third degree a bit, but in the end we will help you." "What is sex?" A good question from Frank. "Do you mean is only penetration sex, or is sex oral sex or getting a hand job too," Frank blushes at the informal 'hand job' as opposed to the more clinical terms I've been using. "I think they can be sex and the danger is they can cause you to go further than you intend to sometimes, you can get caught up in the moment, but I don't think they carry the same emotional baggage or impact as penetration." "How old were you when you had sex for the first time?" Another good question from Frank, but one I am more nervous about. "The first time I had sex with another guy I was 13, just like you, which is part of the reason we are talking. I was 15 when I first had sex with a girl," Frank's eyebrows shoot up, "Oh yeah, I've had sex with girls and women and it wasn't awful, it just wasn't what really excited me." "Jordan's gay isn't he?" This was a question I didn't anticipate. "Yeah, he is are you ok with that?" I search Frank's face for a reaction. "Yeah, of course, but I mean he is sure he is gay, he knows. I, I.. I don't know, I can't say I'm straight or gay, I mean at times I like both, what is wrong with me?" "There is nothing at all wrong with you at all, I think guys like Marco and Jordan who know with certainty they are 100% gay or straight are the exception, not the rule. I think things become clearer when you are older." We sit quietly for a minute and I can see a question percolating in Frank's mind so I wait. "When Jordan and I slept together," my mind races ahead, what happened? "He didn't touch me or try anything. Do you think he thinks I'm ugly or something?" I smile, how cute. "No, I think he likes you a lot, I mean a lot, and wants to keep you as a friend so he doesn't want to do anything to hurt your friendship or to hurt his friendship with Marco for that reason. I mean you are a carbon copy of your brother so I know he doesn't think you are ugly." "So you don't think he'd do anything with me?" Franks sounds disappointed. "I didn't say that, I said he probably wouldn't start anything with you. Do you wish that he would?" "Kinda. I mean he is really cute and really nice and when we showered I couldn't stop looking at him naked and I felt something, not like I feel with my brothers or in gym." "Well if anything is going to happen, I think you would need to start it, I don't think Jordan ever would." "I.. how... I mean I wouldn't know how... what to do...I... " Frank is flustered. "You don't need to do a lot, you could just let him know you think he is cute and let the conversation go from there. If Jordan knows you are interested in him that way he knows enough for the two of you to get a long." "It might be hard to talk to Jordan about it." "It might be, but remember I said you are a young man now, a young adult, if you think you are old enough for a physical relationship then you have to be mature enough to address it like an adult." "You won't tell Marco or my mom will you? That I might want to try something like that?" "No Frank, that is your business, I am happy you told me. And just know that if you do wind up doing something with Jordan or another guy, it doesn't really mean anything. I mean it doesn't make you gay, what makes you gay is who you want to do things with later in life, experiencing this stuff when you are young is very normal, it may not always be good for you, but it isn't strange or all bad either. You could do stuff now and as you grow older, it might not interest you anymore, other stuff might. What I am saying is, follow your heart, but use your brain too." "Do you think my mom would be disappointed if I am gay?" Frank looks worried. "I wouldn't say disappointed, maybe sad because she knows it isn't easy, even in San Francisco, but I do know it would never make her love you one iota less and I know she'd support you." We touch a half dozen more topics and I decide that is enough for Frank's young mind in one day. When we go out to the great room Jordan is out there with Marco in the kitchen getting lunch on the table. Frank blushes at seeing Jordan, as if he could have overheard the conversation we just had, and I suppose he could have if he had been in the Panic Room, but nothing in Jordan's demeanor says he was. "Hey," Frank says somewhat shyly. Jordan cocks his head sideways, like 'what?', smiles and says, "Hey to you too, ready to eat?" * * * * * * * * * * * * * There are only two more Saturdays left in August, today is one of them. I have Bryce, Madison, Frank, Jordan and Marco up at the pool and we are going to Taylor's Refresher tonight for dinner followed by Ciao Bella Gelato, we might hit a movie too or get one to take back to my Media Room. We aren't heading over to Taylor's until 6ish, but about 3:30PM Bryce comes over to me in the pool and whispers in my ear, "Can Madison and I hang out in your condo for a bit? Alone time is hard for us." "Sure," I reply, "card for the elevator is on my towel." "What room should we 'hang out' in?" Bryce looks sheepishly at me. "You can hang out in my room, it is the most comfortable and we won't be down before 5:30." And of course my room has the best security cams that run 24/7. "Thanks Timmy," now his smile is wolfish. I make sure that we don't head down before 5:30PM. We all head to my bathroom where Madison and Bryce are in the shower, with Bryce in front of Madison who has his arms wrapped around Bryce, who also has a pretty obvious semi. Marco and I smile, Frank blushes, but doesn't look away and Jordan giggles and says, "I think Frank and I will use my shower." And they head down there. Because they have their eyes closed and the shower is on, Madison and Bryce don't hear any of this. I motion Marco to sit on the Jacuzzi and we do and wait. Madison reaches down and fondles Bryce's semi that immediately stops being just a semi. Bryce moans as Madison strokes him slowly, as Madison picks up speed, Bryce opens his eyes and as he turns his head, he sees us and jumps, when he jerks Madison opens his eyes too and sees us. Bryce opens the shower door and yells, "What are you perverts doing?" "Us perverts? Neither of us has our hand on a boy's dick." Marco replies. As Bryce steps away from Madison I can see Madi is hard as rock too and his cock has to be more than 7" and fairly thick under a good patch of black pubes with a nice, thin happy trail. He tries to cover his erection in embarrassment, but he doesn't try too hard. I lock the bathroom door, if just Jordan was in the house I wouldn't bother, but I am not ready for Frank to walk in on us. Marco drops his bathing suit and he is hard, just like I am from watching the intimacy of Bryce and Madison. He steps in the shower, Madison's eye pop seeing Marco's erection and Marco getting in the shower, they pop again when he sees my erection and me getting in the shower. Marco and I step to the back part of the shower and turn on the heads back there. "You two continue, Marco and I will catch up." They stare in disbelief as Marco and I make out and begin to stroke each other. They just watch for probably a minute and their dicks that had shriveled after they saw Marco and me watching them are now both fully hard again and they mimic Marco and me, making out and stroking each other. As I hear the labored breathing from the pair next to us, I pull away from kissing Marco and we look over just in time to see Madison thick 7"er starting to spew a thick white stream, he gasps for breath as Bryce continues to milk him, but Bryce soon has his own problems as he starts to erupt. Marco and I have stopped kissing, but we never slowed down our stroking. Bryce turns to us, "ok lovebirds, your turn." Marco smiles and turns back to me, kissing me like a wild man and increasing his pressure and speed, I am the first of us to blow and what a load it is, it hits Marco on his chin and chest, I hear Madison gasp, "cool", not to be out done, I increase the speed and pressure on Marco and I have his Italian sausage throwing hot white cum onto my stomach in another 30 seconds. "Who's ready for a hamburger?" I ask and I get three laughing "I am's". I towel dry, throw on my boxers and walk down to Jordan's bathroom and I hear the shower still on. Interesting. I don't knock or interrupt, I'll leave it to them to decide when they are ready, we aren't in any hurry to get to Taylor's. Later that night Marco and I are in bed sipping wine and watching a great porn I downloaded on my computer. It is a hot 6'3" basketball player fucking the hell out of a 5'7" water polo player doggie style and then on his back. Damn they look familiar. Oh wait...... it is Madison and Bryce. "You know we are going to hell for this," Marco smiles at me. "Cheers," I say and we clink glasses. * * * * * * * * * * * * * It is now the last Saturday in August and the day of our dinner party. Water polo and cross country have already started for the St. Ignatius boys so they are looking forward to a little fun after two a day practices. Marco started cooking in the morning and I have the outdoor grills ready for the Tuscan chickens. I am also doing most of the easy stuff the appetizers and salads. I am doing an Antipasti Misti with Cured Meats, Cheeses and Pickled Vegetables, I am also responsible for the Roasted Garlic and Brie with toasted home baked boule that I have in the oven now. I also slice up tomatoes and mozzarella so I can assemble them easily later. Our guests start arriving at 5PM, Frank and Jordan are already here, Bryce and Madison are the first to arrive followed by Tyler, Greg and Julian arrive with their guests, a tall, familiar looking guy named Jeff and a woman he introduces to us as his fiancé, Tanya. I am getting their coats and then Bryce sees them and freezes and looks like he is ready to vomit. "I've got this," is all Jeff says. He takes Bryce by the arm and leads him down the hall. "Jeff is Madison's oldest brother," Tanya explains to me. Greg is smiling like he just won an NBA title and I wonder what is happening, but all I know is that five minutes later an ashen, but smiling Madison returns with Jeff with Jeff's arms over his shoulder. They walk over to Bryce where it looks like introductions are being made and then Jeff walks out to the terrace with Bryce leaving Madison who comes back over to Greg, Julian, Tanya and me. "You ok Madi?" I ask. He looks at me and smiles a tranquil smile, "yeah, I think I am, really ok, thanks Greg." He grabs Tanya's arm and says, "let's get you a drink" Here is the conversation as both Jefferson (Jeff) and Madison later described it to me: Madison panicked when his oldest brother Jeff and his fiancé walked into the party, what was he doing here? Life as he knew it was about to end. Jeff strode over and took Madison by the elbow and directed him down the hall. Jeff was afraid Madi might puke all over him. "Jeff, wha... wha... what are you doing here?" Jeff just smiled, "I bumped into Greg and Julian a couple of weeks ago and he mentioned he bumped into you playing basketball and he also mentioned you had a smoking hot boyfriend so when Greg gave me the chance to come meet him, I jumped at it." According to Jeff, if Madison had been white before, now he was green. "Jeff it isn't like that, I mean I ......." "Would you relax Madi and whatever you do don't puke on me. Greg wouldn't have told me if he didn't know I would fine with it. Greg came out to me our sophomore year at St. Ignatius and it didn't mean a thing to me, he was still Greg and my friend. You are my brother and I am fine with you too. I want to meet your smoking hot boyfriend." "You.. you won't tell mom and dad will you?" Madison stammers out. "Mom has known since you were 12 and dad won't care, in case you hadn't noticed our parents are kinda free spirits, I mean hello nine kids, all named for U.S. presidents, even the girls... I am not quite saying you should come out officially yet, but I am saying when you do, it won't matter to anyone. You can take your smoking hot boyfriend over to meet mom and dad and no one is going to grill him and ask embarrassing questions, they'll just treat him like one of your friends. I know they would like to meet him." "Bryce." "What?" "Bryce. That is the name of my smoking hot boyfriend. You want to meet him?" "I love you Madi, we all do. Let's go meet your smo..... Bryce, let's go meet Bryce." They hugged and Madison took Jeff over to introduce Bryce to him. After the introductions were made, Jeff said, 'give us a minute' and took Bryce out to the terrace to talk to him. "So Bryce, Greg and Julian tell me great things about you, I hope you are as nice as they say you are, my baby brother means a lot to me. I was nine when my mom brought him home and told me he'd need me to always be there for him. I always have been and I always will be. That goes for you too by the way. I will always be ready to help you guys if you need help," Jeff assures Bryce. "I don't know what to say Jeff, this is all really new to me, five months ago I would have thought all this impossible that I couldn't be a gay boy in a Catholic school and be happy, but Tim told me I wasn't alone and to keep my eyes open to see who was interested in me and I figured out it might be Madi and it has just gotten better and better since then." "It won't always be better Bryce, life isn't that easy, but Tim was right, you aren't alone and it isn't just other gay Catholics that are there for you, there are a lot of us straight ones too so even when it isn't better, you have friends and support. Before we leave tonight I'll get you my email address and my cell phone number. You'll come to Tanya's and my wedding won't you?" "Of course, if Madi wants me there." "He will, trust me and if he invites you for Sunday dinner to meet our parents, do it. You'll be fine." So we survived the first shockwave of the evening, I was almost looking forward to the second, if it happened and ten minutes later it did. Dylan walked in out of the elevator with Jon. Bryce's jaw hit the floor, but Madison, already having had his shock of the night just said, 'oh hey Jon'. "Hey Madison what up, hi Bryce still sore from practice?" Bryce's jaw is moving, but no words are coming out. "Bryce says 'yeah Jon, Madison is giving me a massage later tonight, he also wants to know how you feel," Madison speaks for Bryce and the three boys laugh. "I guess I am just surprised to see you here Jon," Bryce is finally able to say. "Trust me Brycie, no one is more surprised than me, but I really like Dylan, so here I am." "I am really glad you are here Jon, it'll be nice to have more friends I can talk to about.... stuff. Tyler Hwang is here too, he's out on the patio." "Cool, let me say hi to Tim first." Jon comes over to me and gives me a big hug, "thanks Tim, thanks for having me tonight," he drops his voice to a whisper "and thanks for the advice, I guess Dylan liked it, he asked for seconds." I smile and kiss Jon's cheek, "no charge, but I guess that is why you never came by my room." "I couldn't find it," he teases back, "but now that I know where you live..." I laugh and say, "let's get you and Dylan a drink." We are all seated about 40 minutes later and before I pass around the first courses, I pour a full glass of red wine for the adults and a half glass for the teens. We all join hands around the table and I've asked Bryce to give the blessing, he recites St. Ignatius of Loyola's prayer: "O Christ Jesus, when all is darkness and we feel our weakness and helplessness, give us the sense of Your presence, Your love, and Your strength. Help us to have perfect trust in Your protecting love and strengthening power, so that nothing may frighten or worry us, for, living close to You, we shall see Your hand, Your purpose, Your will through all things. Amen." Everyone says 'amen' too and I feel a lot of emotion at the table, the prayer seems so appropriate for the teens at this table and they take to heart the words of their patron saint, hands are squeezed before letting go. I offer a toast. "A toast, to new friends, to old friends and new friends who will be old friends, a year ago I didn't know most of you at this table and now I can't imagine my life without you. Thank you for coming tonight." Hear, hear rings around the table and glasses clink. Now I pass my salad of Caprese tomatoes and fresh Mozzarella di Bufala and a salad of mixed greens with Gorgonzola, a warm buzz of conversation is around the table, Bryce is next to Jefferson, Tanya is on the other side of Jeff next to Madison, I am one end of the table with Jon and Dylan and Marco is at the opposite head close to the kitchen with Tyler who is helping him serve. The pastas come out next, Marco has prepared a Linguine with Fresh Crab, Clams and Mussels and an Angel Hair Bolognese that is divine, everyone remarks he needs to open his own restaurant. The secondi includes the Tuscan Pollo Arrosto (Roasted Half Chicken) that I did on the grills outdoors and a bistecca alla fiorentina served Peter Luger style that Marco did inside on the Jenn-Air grill, accompanied by garlic roasted red potatoes with rosemary and roasted garlic sautéed spinach. Despite the fact that everyone is stuffed, no one can turn down Marco's Torta al Cioccolato, a chocolate fondant cake with amarene cherries. It is the perfect cap to an amazing meal. I make espresso and we sit scattered about the condo talking and fellowshipping. Slowly the guests say their goodbyes, first Jeff and Tanya. "Thanks Tim for the evening and all you've done for Madison, I used to worry about him, but seeing his friends and friends like you and Greg, I know he'll be ok. I'll make you get an invitation to the wedding." "He just wants a great gift Tim," Tanya says as she plants a kiss on my cheek and gives my arm a squeeze. "I'll be sure and get the one you want Tanya." Greg and Julian peel off next with a promise to take Marco and I out to dinner soon and Tyler follows them out saying he has a lot of studying to do tomorrow. God bless the Asian student who is going to study on a Sunday, two weeks before school starts. Jordan and Frank aren't leaving because they are both spending the night, but they are going to Jordan's room to get in bed and watch TV until they fall asleep. I watch them going down the hall jostling, pushing and bumping each other. It is funny how young guys use the push or bump to create contact with each other whereas girls are fine with hugs and arm holding. It is still only about 10PM and Bryce, Madison, Jon have midnight curfews and Dylan is spending the night and going to church with Frank, Jordan, Marco and I tomorrow. "What now boys?" I ask. "Well I pretty much promised Bryce a massage before the night is over..." Madison says. "I could go for that too," Jon says, smiling and vamping at Dylan. "Yeah and I think Marco deserves one for all his cooking, let's go to my room." On the way to my room I pull out three exercise mats from a hall closet and hand one to Jon and one to Bryce, keeping one for myself. There is lots of room on the floor since my room is so large, I spread out my mat and have Jon and Bryce lay theirs out next to mine. I go the night stand and from underneath pull out three bottles of massage oil, one citrus, one eucalyptus and one spearmint and a variety of massage aids, rollers and the like. Marco is stripping off his clothes, his shoes, socks and shirt are already gone and the guys are following suit, but when Marco drops his pants and boxers and lies down naked Bryce and Jon hesitate. "Bashful boys?" I tease, "there isn't anyone here I haven't seen naked already and I assume you've all seen each other naked at school at one time or another..." Bryce and Jon both seem to blush at the same time, but they also go ahead and drop their slacks and boxers and lie down on their mats. I note again that Jon is a big boy, not nearly as big as Dylan, but he looks he might be as big as Marco and me, even more so since he has a slight plumping happening. I pull off my shoes, socks and shirt and drop my pants, leaving me in just my boxers, Madison and Dylan grin and happily join me. "Is this official masseur dress Tim?" Dylan ribs me. "Well yeah, don't remember, it is what you wore the first time you gave me a massage." "Oh reeee-aaaly," a smiling Jon says. "Hush you," and Dylan slaps his bare ass. "Pick your oil and let's get cracking boys," I take the citrus oil and wait for Bryce and Dylan to take the other bottles. I straddle Marco and sit on his lower back, "Now pour the oil in your hand first so it warms up a little ad when it is warm put it on the shoulders here and work it up the neck and across the back." Even though I know Dylan gives a pretty good massage, I still talk both he and Madison through them, especially hitting the muscles that are most likely sore from polo practices. We spend a lot of time on the boys asses, not because they are cute, sexy and otherwise just gorgeous, but because the gluteus maximus (butt) is the largest muscle in the body and it gets a huge workout from trying to keep you above the water in water polo. I do caution the massagers though to, 'not get a finger caught in the hole'. "I'm actually ok with that," giggles Bryce and gets a solid whack on his butt from Madison. "Mmmm, it just gets better and better," Bryce giggles again. Poor Madi, just rolls his eyes. We move off the butt and down to the hamstrings and I have the boys dig really deep in these muscles, so much that Jon yelps a little, but the biceps femoris is one of the best candidates for a nighttime cramp along with the gastroc (calf) so I really want to break up the liquids that are thought to cause delayed muscle onset soreness and increase the circulation to move them out of the body through the kidney. After a good going over of the calf and hamstring, we go back to the butt once more to help the circulation through that large muscle and hey just because it's fun too. "Ok, massaged boys, now go get two bottles of water each and drink them down and you won't be sore in the morning." "Umm, I can't move right now," Jon says shyly. I know why, which is the other reason we finished with the butt. "Why Jon, just because you have a boner? I know I am curious to see it, I bet your school mate are too." Jon blushes and stammers a mild protest. "You get used to not being embarrassed here Jon," and Bryce rolls to his back proudly showing his 6 1/2" in its post massage arrousal. Jon's eyes pop, Dylan grins and says, 'niiice Brycie' and Marco gets to his knees and Jon's eyes pop again at Marco's 7" plus. "Fine, I guess no one likes a party pooper," and we get our first look at what Dylan's been playing with all these weeks as Jon gets up. Quite a nice dick as dicks go, at least 7", maybe a tad more and to me, just the perfect thickness, it would fit just inside your thumb and forefinger touching. It is pointing up to the ceiling and a small drop of pre-cum looks to be on the head, but you really can't blame the boy, he's just had his first boyfriend's hands all over his ass and body for an hour. "What about you Price, looks like you are sportin' some wood too," and indeed my boxers are tenting. I shrug my shoulders and drop my boxers and my nearly fully erect penis bounces as the boxers move away. "Oh no, gee, don't make me show my erect penis to five hot boys," I say with playful sarcasm. Jon smiles and nods, "nice, not bad for an old guy, nice to know it still can get that way." All the guys laugh and Madison raises his hand. "Yes Madison?" "I wanna see Dylan's next." Dylan blushes, but his boxers were tented too, although not as badly as mine. He drops them and even though he isn't fully erect, you can see it is a monster and Madison whistles low. "Oh wait, it gets better," Jon says and latches on to Dylan's semi and gently strokes it a few times and it fills up to its full 8 1/2". We all look at the last man wearing boxers and Madi gets the message and drops his and he is fully hard already after the stimulation of the last few minutes. "Ok, now that we have no secrets, Marco, take the boys to the kitchen and get water, we'll get the shower going," I tell him. Jon's eyes light up, "shower? All of us?" "Well yeah, you can't put clothes on with all that oil on your body we have to wash it off now." Marco, Bryce and Jon head for the kitchen and Madi, Dylan and I get in the shower and get all the shower heads going. I can tell Madi is still intrigued by Dylan's giant appendage. "Oh for goodness sake Madi... Dylan, can Madi feel the monster before he explodes?" "He he, sure Madi, go for it." "You sure?" "Yeah, go ahead." Madison tries to wrap his fingers around it, but even with the large hands of a 6'3" guy his thumb and forefinger are still more than half an inch apart and then he feels the large head and Dylan shudders. "Sorry dude," Madison thinks he hurt him. "No, that was a good shudder Madi," Dylan smiles. "Dude, have you ever fucked anyone with that I mean, wow...." "Just ask Ti..." Dylan starts without thinking, but Madison gets it anyway and snaps his head to look at me. "Really?" Madison asks. "Sorry Tim, I didn't mean to..." "No worries Dylan, I trust Madison, he's been around enough. And yes it was a challenge, but worth the effort," I smile at Dylan who smiles back. "Tim was my first ever who bottomed for me Madi and I'll never forget it, it was very sweet and hot and that same time." The massagees have returned with water for the masseurs too. They climb in the shower and given that it is getting late, we wash off the oil with a minimum of hanky panky. Bryce, Jon and Madison put all their clothes back on although I did notice that Madison grabbed Jon's Spiderman boxers and put them on and Jon smiled slyly and put on Madison's Ralph Lauren boxers. Dylan, Marco and I just put on boxers and that is just to be polite because once the elevator doors close, we know they are just coming off again. Jon gets a sweet goodnight kiss from Dylan and the boys all head out down the elevator and sure enough, once the doors close off come our boxers and we walk back down the hall naked to my bedroom to get in bed. Marco and Dylan climb in bed and I gather the empty water bottles and take them back to the kitchen. As I pass Jordan's bedroom, I hear the shower running. Golly, I wonder why someone is showering this time of night.