Date: Mon, 9 May 2016 14:02:17 -0700
From: Tim P <privatetimm@gmail.com>
Subject: Chapter 15 Jordan's Tale

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15 Jordan's Tale

By Tim Price

The night with Alex, was fun and natural feeling, more than recreation, but
less than love or deep emotional ties. When I talk with Marco two days
later it is the first thing I bring up and he laughs, genuinely laughs.

"Well damn, about time you gave that boy some relief," he giggles, "he's
been wanting to go there for a while."

"I know," I sigh and look down from the camera.

"Hey, hey, none of that," Marco admonishes me, "we agreed to have our fun
these three months apart. Don't go feeling guilty and make me feel guilty
when I bed my Italian stud over here."

That brightens me up, "so is there one you have you eye on?"

His ear to ear grin tells me yes.

"Oh gawd, he is one of the guest chefs, he is just gorgeous. He has offered
to come over and show me grilling and poaching delicate fish this
weekend. I haven't said yes yet, but I think I will."

Even on the so so web cam I can see him blushing.

"Well do it so I can stop feeling guilty!"

"I'll do it just for you Timmy," he winks at me.

Three weeks later I am chilling on a Saturday night. I spent the day with
Ryan and Devon down at the Westfield mall just kicking around, a quick
lunch at `witchcraft' where the guys are horrified at my choice of
sandwiches, the white anchovies with soft cooked egg and onions, but they
have no idea what they are missing, it is to die for. Alex is going to come
over after he gets off work and we are going to have dinner and do
nothing...  well probably something, but we won't leave the condo I
mean. Since our first encounter we've gotten together a few more times, but
even more important Alex has started meeting all the guys and has hung out
with them, especially Madison.

When the phone rings I think maybe it is Alex and he got off early, but it
isn't, it is Russ Best and he sounds stressed and asks to come down and
talk to me. Two minutes later he is in my condo and looks as stressed as he
sounded on the phone.

"Argh, I don't know where to start Tim."

"The beginning is usually the best place Russ," I lead him into the Great
Room, "want a beer?"

"Yeah, that might help."

I grab a couple of Beck's, open them with my annoying Stanford bottle
opener that plays "Alright Now" every time you open a bottle and let Russ
settle and tell me what is on his mind.

"Davy is spending the night tonight and after the boys got back from the
pool Amy went into see if they wanted to eat out tonight or get pizza or
what and she said they were naked as jaybirds, erect and ... you know,
touching each other. She didn't know what to do or say so she came and got
me. I wasn't sure what to say or do either so I just told the boys to get
dressed and we'd order pizza tonight and talk later. They seemed pretty
upset too. I just don't know how to handle this."

His voice trailing off told me it was my turn to talk.

"As I see it Russ you have a lot of issues to deal with here. We never did
have that talk with Mike and Dave did we?"

He shakes his head no.

"Did Amy knock before she went into Mike's room?"

He shakes his head again.

"And what about the behavior worries or bothers you?"

"That's just it, I don't know, I have so many emotions going through
me. You know I don't have any problems with anyone who is gay..."

He again trails off, "you just don't want Michael to be one."

Russ looks guilty and before he can speak I stop him.

"It is okay to feel that way Russ, I wouldn't wish the life on anyone the
way things are today, even if they are getting better, but Mike and Dave
exploring or whatever it is they are doing isn't the time to hit the panic
button. When you were a teen or pre-teen, didn't you play doctor, have a
friend you jacked off with or otherwise experimented?"

"Yeah, I did, but..." and he isn't sure where to take the `but'.

"And you turned out straight, or I assume you did, but I get that it is
different with your son. Now might be a good time to talk to him and Dave
and maybe a good time to start treating Mike as a young adult and having
adult conversations with him including some of your experiences so he knows
he isn't a freak or bad or whatever is running through his head right now."

"Yeah, you're right Tim," Russ hesitates then continues, "can you help me?
Can I bring the boys down here?"

"Of course I will and of course you can, but there is more. You need to
have a talk with Amy and you two need to agree on what it means to start
treating Mike as a young adult. You can't walk into his room without
knocking, if he hasn't started masturbating already, he will soon and
walking in on that would just be bad for everyone. He needs to be allowed
his privacy now as he develops and if there isn't a lock on his door, he
probably needs that too so he can feel secure."

Russ winces a bit at the notion of his little boy masturbating, but his
nods tell me he understands and he agrees.

"I'll go get them and I'll tell Amy she and I need to talk later."

"If you want, I can order in for the boys and me, I have a friend coming
over later, but that would give you and Amy some time to talk and you can
update her on what the boys have to say and everything."

"I might take you up on that, I'll mention it to Amy."

Five minutes later Russ is back in my condo with two worried looking
pre-teens and even at my greeting appear in distress. We go into the Great
Room and sit down.

"Are we in trouble?" Mikey asks right away.

I look at Russ because it is his job to assure them no, not really trouble,
we just want to talk.

Russ clears his throat, "no, I wouldn't say trouble, I'd... I'd
say... Tim."

Poor Russ just doesn't know how to classify it or where to begin so he
looks back at me.

"Why would you think you are in trouble Mike?"

"Well my mom came in my room and Davy and I were kind of touching each
other and she kind of freaked and then my dad came in and told us we should
get dressed and I dunno it just seems like everyone was mad at us." Mike
finishes and lets out a big sigh.

"You and Davy were touching each other, do you think you were doing
anything wrong?"

The two boys look at each other and then back at Russ and me, they both are
slightly blushing.

"No, I mean I dunno, I mean Davy wanted to see my dick closer because I am
getting hair now and when he touched my hair my dick got hard and then he
wanted to touch that too because it was hard and then he got hard and I
wanted to touch him and... well it felt good when he did and I dunno I
think boys aren't supposed to touch boys, but I don't know why not."

Mikey isn't blushing anymore he is almost challenging Russ and me for an
answer.

Russ takes the lead again without even realizing it, "who says that boys
aren't supposed to touch boys Mikey?"

"You know guys at school, they talk about homos and fags and gay guys and
all that so they make it seem pretty bad if you touch another boy."

"Have your mother or I ever said anything like that Mikey?" Russ's tone is
soft and mild.

"No," is Mike's somewhat uncertain answer.

"Then maybe you shouldn't listen to what other twelve and thirteen year
olds think about life and pay more attention to your mother and me. I know
that being parents makes us pretty uncool to start with, but there are some
things we know especially right and wrong." Russ is calm and certain as he
talks.

Russ continues, "I guess it is probably my fault we haven't talked about
these things sooner. I don't think it is wrong what you and Davy were
doing. It is pretty common actually and for all your friends talking about
those things that they were, a good number are doing the same thing with
their close friends. It is a combination of curiosity, hormones and
discovery of your body. I did the same things with a couple of my friends
when I was your age and even older."

"Really?" Mikes eyes go wide in amazement.

"Really, and I am sorry I didn't tell you sooner or talk to you sooner, but
this isn't an easy thing for me to talk to you about. It is kind of scary
actually."

"It is kinda scary for you too?"

Russ is just nodding, kind of stumped so I jump in.

"Mike, this isn't easy for your dad. You are his only child and he
remembers the day you were born, your first tooth, your first steps, your
first haircut. You are his `baby' even though you aren't a baby anymore and
at some level you will always be his `little boy', even when you are my
age. It is hard to recognize that you are becoming more of a man every day
and that in six short years you will be eighteen and off to college and out
on your own. All that is pretty scary when you stop and think about it, so
it is easier to hold onto Mikey then to have to talk with Mike or Michael
and acknowledge that this is all coming."

Russ looks like he is about to burst into tears, Mike is looking like he is
understanding a little and Davy is still sitting there quietly and I can't
quite get a read on him.

"Do you know what all those words mean Mike, homo, gay, fag?" I ask, to
move us in a new direction.

"Yeah, some of those are bad words about boys who like other boys, like you
and Marco."

"So you know Marco and I are gay?"

"Well yeah, duh. Davy told me, but I already kinda knew and I don't care. I
like you and Marco, we're friends and you are like totally cool and nice
and everything."

"Thanks, Mike, I like you and your family too. I think your dad wants to
talk to you about what you and Davy were doing, not that it is wrong, but
he wants you to understand there is more to it than just doing it because
it feels good. Your penis is attached to more than just your brain, it is
attached to your heart too and he doesn't want to see either one of you get
hurt."

"I don't think we're gay." Davy finally speaks up. "I think I know what it
means to be gay pretty much and Mikey...  Mike and I have talked about it
and talked about girls too. Maybe we will be gay, I don't... I don't think
so though."

"Mike," Russ begins, not calling him Mikey this time, "you know it won't
matter to your mom and me even if you are gay right? We'll always love you
no matter what. And I want you to know that you can always come talk to me
any time on any topic and I'll listen and try to give you good advice. You
too David, I want you to know you can talk to me too. I am sure it isn't
easy with your dad being gone, so you can count on me if you need to."

We talk some more. We talk about sex, about disease, about responsibility
and about love even. Russ tells Mike he and Amy are going to try and start
treating him more like a young adult and that he is going to talk to Amy
about knocking before entering and getting a lock on his door so he can
feel secure in his privacy.

"After all, it wouldn't be good for your mom to walk in the middle of you
whacking off."

Mike looks horrified, David breaks out in laughter and screams `busted!"
Then Mike blushes and his dad and I both laugh with David.

"Why don't you let Mike and David stay with me a while, we can order pizza,
I have a friend coming over and that'll give you a chance to talk to Amy."

"That sounds great Tim, thanks."

Russ gets up to leave and stops to hug Mike first, "I love you funny
monkey."

"I know Dad, I love you too."

David gets a hug too and off Russ goes to talk to Amy. The elevators doors
shut and starts up to the Best's floor.

"So David, is Mikey hung?" I ask innocently

David starts laughing all over again and Mike is blushing all over again.

"I dunno, he is bigger than me, but he is the only guy I've ever seen that
way."

"Ah, I'm just pulling your guys legs a little. Seriously, if either one of
you ever need to talk about anything like that, feel free to come to me and
as long as I don't think you are in danger, it'll just be between us.

I get the boys on to ordering the pizzas, salad, wings and whatever else
they want and twenty minutes later Alex shows up. I introduce him to the
boys and let him know they are going to hang with us for dinner. Twenty
minutes after that the food arrives from Bambinos. The delivery boy, named
Nick, is smoking cute, Joe sure can pick them, but then again, I guess he
knows his audience.

We are settled down on the terrace, just starting to eat when out of
nowhere Mike busts out with, "are you gay too Alex?"

I'm afraid I'm going to have perform the Heimlich on Alex, who has also
gone ashen. This should be an interesting evening.

A few days after the Mike and David lecture things have settled down a
bit. Amy and Russ are going to try and start treating Mike as the budding
adult he is and Russ did put a lock on his door for privacy. Alex, after
the initial shock of Mike's question settled down too and got quite
comfortable answering the innocent questions that Mike and David had about
when he knew he was gay and how and all the usual ones.

"You know, that really helped," Alex said after the boys left and we were
lying in bed watching TV. "The more I talk about it with people I feel
aren't judging me, the better I feel and the easier it gets. I mean it
feels like I can really do this and live openly and just be me."

I had agreed and it made me think all the more about how remarkable Marco
was with his sense of self and knowing exactly who he is. I think it was
also his knowing exactly who I am, maybe better than I know myself, that
scared me a little.

I got a response to my "click to initiate video call" and soon there was my
beautiful Marco on the screen.

"Buongiorno mi sei mancato molto!" the smiling Marco says.

"And good day to you too, I miss you a lot too, maybe even more "molto"
than you," is my grinning reply.

I recount for Marco the week's occurrences, including David and Mike's
encounter and the resolution.

"Poor kid, I wish I'd been there for him, it probably isn't something he
could talk to Joey or Tony about and I am sure he thinks Frank is too
young."

"Maybe I can get David over here this weekend and you guys can do a live
feed from my office and you can talk things over with him, although he
seemed pretty comfortable with himself and the situation when we talked."

"Yeah Tim, that sounds cool, if you could get him there Saturday at 10AM,
that would be 7PM my time, which is perfect."

"Consider it done."

"And maybe you could get Jordan and Frank too, I'd love to talk to them
afterwards."

"That shouldn't be a problem Marco, I'll see if they want to spend the
night Friday night. Now tell me about your Italian chef this weekend."

Marco blushes. He actually blushes. And that is unusual for him.

"Vittorio Marchesi, oh my God, what can I say about him. He is just about
the hottest young chef in Italy right now. At 26 last year he was the
youngest member of Italian World Cup Cooking team and he got the Gold
Medal, the Gold freaking Medal for his fish dish. Oh and he is easy on the
eyes too, but not so easy in other areas, if you follow me."

I laugh, "you mean he has a big Italian salame?"

"Oh my God Timmy, a damn soppressata and he took me like I was a Cacciatora
Salamini!"

I can't keep myself from laughing, "well be careful because if he can
handle your salame that easily, you probably aren't the only one playing
hide the Finocchiona with him."

"Yeah, yeah, I know, I know, but he really is a sweet guy and just
passionate about food and freshness and local ingredients. I really want
him to visit us in California and see what we have to offer
there. Seriously he could open in Napa and give Keller a run for his
money." Marco is gushing. He is clearly smitten by Vittorio, but it sounds
more like passion about his food and Vittorio's passion for his craft, than
strictly carnal delights of Vittorio's flesh.

"But enough about food honey, I want blow by blow and I do mean, "blow by
blow", of your Great Big Italian Adventure."

With no guile or shame, Marco describes the weekend at the house I bought
for him in Calabria. It sounded like a great weekend and I get pangs of
jealousy, not so much of Marco being with Vittorio, but because I wish it
were me with him, overlooking the Ionian Sea, sipping Vernaccia di San
Gimignano and making love. Not to mention grilling a great local fish
finished with vegetables with citron and bergamot.

It was a rare Friday night that I was going to be alone. All the gang was
otherwise engaged with each other, sports or family so I worked late at
Cisco to get everything cleared off my desk. I was on my way home on up the
280 since even this late the 101 was still jammed. It was already quarter
to 9:00 so I was worried I might not make it home in time to get delivery
from Shanghai Dumpling King. I decided as I got into Golden Gate Park I'd
better use Crossover Drive to go to SDK before going home.

There is no parking in front, why would there be, it is a Friday night, but
as soon as I turn right on 35th to circle the block a van pulls away from
the curb. Score! I don't know the gal on the register, but I place my order
for Drunken Duck, Hong Zhou Crab & Pork Steamed Dumpling, Tianjin Steamed
Pork Bun, Minced Pork Noodles and Combination Fried Rice just as Tyler
comes in the front door. I guess he'd been out on a delivery.

"Tim!", Tyler breaks out in a huge smile when he sees me. "How come you
didn't call for delivery?"

"I'm just getting back from work, I figured you guys would be done
delivering by the time I got home."

He looks at his watch, "wow, just now from work? You must be dead. Why
don't you go home and I'll make you my last delivery."

"Are you sure Tyler? I don't want to jam up your Friday night social life."

He rolls his eyes, "oh yeah, my heavy duty social life... don't want to
miss the three dates I have."

I gather from his sarcasm that his dance card isn't full, which makes no
sense because this city is full of rice queens and sticky rice for that
matter, and Tyler is the complete package, cute, funny, great looking, nice
lithe body and a great looking future.

"Well if you are sure it is no problem I'd love to go home and get out of
these clothes. I've been in them since like 7AM."

"It's no problem at all, I'm glad to do it."

After a small delay he asks, trying to sound casual, "is anyone else going
to be there?"

"Nope just me tonight, guess my social life isn't smoking hot either."

"Okay, I'll see you in about 20 minutes then."

I was glad I didn't have to wait. I boogied home and stripped off my work
clothes but I still felt grungy so I figured I grab a shower to wash the
grime away. When you are a swimmer/polo player you are so used to being
clean that if you don't have water on your body every 12 hours or so I
swear you just feel dirty. I think I can't have been in the shower more
than 5 minutes when I hear my phone ringing. I step out of the shower, but
sure enough it is the elevator lobby and Tyler is here.

"You got here faster than I thought, c'mon up," and I unlock the elevator
for him.

A quick glance at my watch tells me I've actually been in the shower closer
to 15 minutes. I run a quick towel through my hair and throw on a
bathrobe. I don't really have time to go to my bedroom even to throw on
some boxers because I hear the elevator opening.

Tyler is putting the order down on the island and pulling the individual
clamshell boxes out of their sacks. He glances up and then does a double
take when he sees me in a robe and looking wet. A grin breaks out over his
face.

"Umm, did I catch you at a bad time?"

"Not really time just got away from me. You don't mind do you?" I arch an
eyebrow at him and he blushes furiously.

He mumbles a `no' trying to hide his embarrassment at being embarrassed.

"Have you eaten yet Tyler? Want to stay and help me eat this?"

"I haven't had a chance to eat since lunch, we were slammed tonight with
deliveries. I'd love to stay if you don't mind?"

"Why would I mind Tyler? I love your company. I wish we'd see you around
here more."

"Really?"

He sounds surprised.

"Sure, why wouldn't I?"

He shrugs his shoulders in that non committal way only teens can. I am sure
if there was a dirt patch in front of him he'd be tracing a design with
foot.

"Tyler?" The rising inflection in my voice says I want to know what is up.

"Well it seems like everyone is a couple here... Except me. I feel like a
3rd wheel, or a 5th or 7th or something like that."

"Tyler, you are always welcome anytime, you never need an invite."

I am not sure he looks convinced, but it is the best I can do for now. I
get some plates out of the cupboard and we start to fill up our plates.

"Hey, what's this, I don't remember ordering it?"

"That is Silver Crab & Turnip Casserole; it is one of my favorites, I had
them throw it in."

Hmm, okay it is one of his favorite dishes, but why is it causing him to
blush?

"I'm gonna drink a Taiwan Beer. Do you want one?"

Tyler looks a little surprised, but says, "yeah, that'd be cool. Only one
though because I am a real light weight."

I grab two beers, hand him one and then grab my plate and head down the
hallway to my bedroom. Tyler looks at me a little funny.

"I thought we'd eat on the lanai off my bedroom, is that okay?"

Tyler smiles shyly, "sure, I am game for anything."

And there is that blush again.

We settle on the big couch and start off eating in silence. I look up a
couple of times and Tyler is looking at me, but he looks away quickly when
I look-up, so I decide to fuck with him a little and I don't look back
down, but wait for him to look up again when he thinks I've looked
down. When he does look up again he seeing me staring at him, and he gets
beet red and looks away.

"Okay Tyler, out without, what's up?"

"Nothing is up, that is the problem."

When I look perplexed, he continues.

"This Silver Crab dish is supposed to be an aphrodisiac and ..." he doesn't
finish his statement, but I think I get the implication.

"And you were waiting to see if I was going to drop my plate, jump your
bones and ravish you."

"Uhgg, it sounds so stupid and juvenile when you say it out loud, but yes,
something like that. I know, it's just stupid."

Now he looks really embarrassed.

"It is only stupid in that I don't need an aphrodisiac to want to ravish
you. That comes just naturally."

"Really? You don't think I'm too skinny or anything?"

"No, Tyler I think you are a little stud; ever since that first time I saw
you in my shower and I saw it all I was impressed... by everything."

A big smile breaks out, "thanks. I could just kick myself though that I
didn't pursue Bryce when I had the chance. I was just so afraid of my
feelings and how my family would react that I didn't think I could have a
boyfriend. Now none of that matters, I wish I had someone, but Bryce has
Madison now and I am alone."

"So you missed Bryce, there are more guys out there Tyler and just waiting
for someone like you."

"Do you really think so?"

"I know so Tyler."

We finish our meal and are sitting on the couch quietly, feeling full, when
Tyler breaks the silence.

"Nothing, hunh?"

I know he is teasing on the Silver Crab casserole so I reach over and yank
him over to me. Since he is still less than 130 pounds it is like grabbing
a child. I throw him down on the part of the couch next to me and start to
aggressively kiss him.

"Oh gawd, it really works," he says breathlessly as he breaks the kiss
momentarily and then pulls me back to his face.

We make out for a minute or so with one of Tyler's hands exploring my back
inside of my robe. I start to unbutton Tyler's shirt, when he breaks off
the kiss quickly and pulls his hand out of my robe.

"I can't do this, I am totally gross!"

"No... Tyler, you're beautiful!"

"No, no I mean literally gross I smell like Chinese food. If I go shower
you'll still be here waiting when I get back, right?

"Oh... I get it, no I'll be here...  unless you need a hand?" I lift an
eyebrow suggestively.

"No, it'll be faster if I just do it, but you could eat an extra helping of
that Silver Crab if you like," his expression is sheepish, but I see fire
in his eyes.

"Don't need it. Meet me back here."

I remove the plates and beer bottles to the kitchen and quickly throw the
leftovers in the refrigerator. Back on the lanai outside my bedroom I turn
on the fire pit, turn the lights down and put on a soft jazz station on
low. I am just settling back on the couch when Tyler comes out onto the
lanai looking a little sheepish, but wearing one of the robes that is
always in my bathroom, folded, waiting for guests.

"I wasn't sure you'd be here when I got done cleaning up. I was worried I'd
broken the moment."

I smile at him and pat the couch next to me, "there was no moment Tyler. I
don't need a sudden inspiration to think you are cute, sexy and desirable;
you just are."

He crosses to the couch while he I am speaking, sits next to me with his
legs tucked under him and leans in to me. His jet black hair is damp and he
smells fresh and clean, like Irish Spring. Instead of the aggressive pace
of earlier I match the mood of low light, firelight and soft jazz. Tyler
eagerly kisses back and body goes limp as he gives himself over to the
moment. We make out for about ten minutes and it is sweet because it is all
kissing and no groping. The hormonally charged crew I usually hang with
would have had hands snaking inside my robe in the first minute.

I break the kiss and just look at Tyler. He is absolutely adorable; it is
hard to believe no one has snapped him up.

"Can you spend the night?" I ask him.

That seems to catch him off guard, but he doesn't look displeased.

"You want me to spend the whole night?" He sounds like he can't believe it.

"I can't think of anything I'd rather have right now. I'd love to sleep
wrapped up with you and then wake up with you in the morning."

"Oh," he sounds a little disappointed, "you mean we are actually going to
sleep."

There must be a shocked look on my face and then it dawns on me he is
jerking my chain a little.

"Oh I suppose we'll squeeze in an hour or two of sleep before dawn."

Tyler blushes, "you know Bryce is the only guy I've done anything with. I
am not very experienced."

"I have plenty of experience for both of us Tyler. We can do anything you
want and you don't need to be embarrassed if you want to ask questions and
you don't need to be embarrassed by any fantasy or fetish you might
have. Just relax and enjoy."

"Can we move into your bedroom," Tyler asks.

"Sure, we'll be more comfortable there anyway."

As we go into my bedroom Tyler gets his cell phone out of Levi's on the
floor and makes a call. He is speaking in Chinese so I have no idea what he
is saying, but I guess he is trying to arrange spending the night and from
the look on his face, it is going well. I lie on the bed with my robe
closed waiting for him to finish the conversation. He hangs up his phone
and gives me two thumbs up.

"All set," he says as he crawls on the bed and cuddles up next to me, "we
have all night."

I open my robe, open Tyler's robe and he climbs on top of me. We resume the
gentle kissing from earlier, but I can feel Tyler trembling slightly.

"Are you okay with Tyler, you're trembling."

"I am more than okay with it," Tyler says, "but I am a little nervous. What
if I'm not good enough, what if you hate it, what if..."

I bust out laughing, not a chortle or a little snort, but a big ol'
guffaw. Tyler looks confused at my reaction.

"I keep telling you Tyler you are hot beyond belief, but no more mister
nice guy from me... you are going to fuck me right now and fuck me good and
you are going to understand how capable you are."

Now Tyler looks shocked, but a smile spreads over his face, then just as
quickly clouds over.

"But I've never topped before, what if I do it wrong."

"Tyler, see that hard thing in front of you," I say, pointing to his hard
uncut cock, with its purple head emerging, "you stick it in here and push
in and out," lifting my legs, pointing to my pucker.

He giggles and relaxes a little, "okay I guess, tell me what to do."

I lead him through lubing me and opening up the hole using one finger, then
two and finally three. When he has me ready I instruct him on lifting my
legs up higher, holding my legs down and how to do a slow insertion.

"When I feel you pushing forward slowly I'll push out and when I relax, if
you are still pushing forward with gentle pressure your cock should enter
in all the way. Ready?"

Tyler nodded his acquiescence and started his insertion. When I felt the
pressure I pushed out than relaxed and felt Tyler slip all the way into
me. There was a look of surprise, but pleasure on his face. Now I nodded
and he started his slow rocking motion, getting his bearings in this his
first time of fucking a guy. At first it looked like he was really
concentrating, but then animal and natural instinct took over. For a little
128 pound long distance runner he packed a lot of power in his hips. He
picked up the pace and was giving me a good drilling,

But it was his first time and I knew he wouldn't be able to pace himself or
get the edge and back off or change positions to make this last so I
started to jack myself and get ready for the inevitable. About five minutes
into it I saw Tyler's expression change and before he could murmur `close'
he was already cumming and I started to spurt right after him. After a few
more fruitless pumps Tyler withdrew and got a shy, sheepish look on his
face.

"I hope that was okay," he smiled.

"It was better than okay Tyler, it was awesome," I declared.

"I wanted to go longer, but all of a sudden I was right there and I
couldn't back off."

"Hey for your first time you were great. I think I lasted all of three
minutes my first time so you were double that. With practice you'll get
better and better too."

"Are you going to practice with me?" a flirty Tyler asked.

"As much as I can Tyler, but I am telling you, I know there are a ton of
guys out there who if they knew you were available would be on you like
white on rice...  no pun intended."

Tyler giggled at the `white on rice' reference. He lay down next to me and
started to snuggle in.

"Before we get too cozy," I began, "let's go shower and clean up."

Tyler readily agreed. We rolled off the bed and I followed him into the
bathroom. I marveled at the view and what an awesome ass he had. On one
level I would love to just fuck the hell out of it, but I am going to try
and resist going there and see if we can't get one of the young guys to be
Tyler's first. I guess I am not sure why it is so important to me, but I
really like a young guy's first top to be someone special to them and
someone close to their age. I guess partly it is a reaction to my first
time as a bottom, which was neither one of those things. I won't say I
didn't enjoy it, but I wish I'd held out longer for someone special and not
just some random guy because my hormones were racing.

I couldn't completely ignore that amazing tush though. As I washed Tyler's
back and buns I managed to slip my tongue into his pucker for a couple of
minutes of fun before I spun him around and swallowed his very engorged
dick. After we dried off and climbed back into bed naked, I pulled Tyler
into me and put on the TV. His head was lying in the crook of my arm and
his naked body touching mine all the way down past our hips. It was a very
nice, comfortable feeling so I understood it when I heard a sigh of
contentment out of him. It was nice having someone to be with, not just for
great sex, but even for just watching a silly TV show. I missed my Marco
even more now. And I had the thought at how much he'd love to be here right
now with Tyler sandwiched in between us. At some point I drifted off to
sleep, I assume Tyler did too and the TV went off when its timer expired. I
woke up in the morning on my side with Tyler spooned inside of me.

I slipped out of bed, took a leak to reduce my morning wood, but was too
awake to climb back into bed so I went out to the kitchen and made myself a
pot of coffee. I was sitting at the counter doing math in my head; if was
6:35AM here, it would be 2:35PM in Soverato. I decided to see if I could
catch Marco at home so I grabbed my iPad and send off a FaceTime request to
him. The call was answered after five rings by Marco, but not Marco.

"Pronto?" said the face that was Marco, but not Marco.

"Buongiorno," I greeted back, waiting to hear more, my brain trying to
piece together what was going on.

"Buongiorno," was the greeting back, but not from face that was Marco, but
not Marco, but from face that was Marco and was Marco as he popped into the
screen next to the other face.

"Pretty weird, eh Tim? This is my cousin Lorenzo. It was like looking in a
mirror the first time I met him," Marco explained.

"Yes very weird and too early in the morning for my brain to work this
hard. Piacere di conoscerti Lorenzo."

"It is nice to meet you as well Tim, Marco has told me so many things about
you. He is lucky to have a boyfriend such as you."

"Hey Tim, guess what," Marco chimed in, "Lorenzo is going to go to UC Davis
in the fall. He is coming to California to study winemaking."

"That is awesome," I replied, "we'll have to have him come early and stay
with us in the City."

"Yeah, we've already talked about that a little, but Nonna wants him at
their house for at least a week. Lorenzo is her sister's grandson and she
demands he come and dish all the family news and gossip."

Just then a completely naked Tyler came into the kitchen.

"Who you talking to?"

"Marco, come over and say hi."

Tyler looks worried, like Marco will be mad, but I know he won't so I pull
him over next to me.

"Hello Marco," he tentatively says.

"Well, well Mr. Hwang and how are you at 6:40AM?" a grinning Marco asks.

Tyler blushes and looks down, "I think I need coffee."

When Tyler turns and walks over to the coffee maker you can see his cute
bare butt. Both Marco and Lorenzo bust out laughing.

"Hey Tyler, turn around," Marco yells out.

It hadn't occurred to Tyler that he'd show up in the background; now he
does turn around but holding his coffee in one hand and the other covering
himself. I don't know if Marco and Lorenzo can see it, but he is blushing
furiously.

"Ah," Marco laughs, "don't be a bee-atch Tyler, I've already seen it, but
poor Lorenzo hasn't."

"Fine," Tyler answers from across the kitchen and removes the hand covering
himself.

"Molto bene," Lorenzo exclaims, "You are most beautiful Tyler! When I come
to California, maybe you would go on a date with me?"

Tyler looks at me as he crosses the kitchen to come back next to me.

"Lorenzo is going to be starting UC Davis in the fall and coming to San
Francisco before that to stay with Marco and me for awhile," I explain.

Tyler gulps, "uh yeah, that would be fun."

"Marco, I'll call you at the usual time. Why don't we let Lorenzo and Tyler
get better acquainted? Tyler, you can take the iPad into my office if you
like."

Tyler looked embarrassed by what I was suggesting, but he did move to my
office and close the door, not that that would matter much with the number
of cameras I have plus the back way into the panic room. I did sneak in and
I could see that Lorenzo had moved into a bedroom in the villa in Soverato
and had at least his shirt off. It didn't take long for me to find out that
he didn't have anything on as he scanned down his body, showing he was
naked. This seventeen year old doppelganger of Marco's had a semi hard cock
that looked to be at least as big as Marco's, if not bigger, only uncut. Oh
vey! I stayed and watched a little as the two teens, separated by thousands
of miles really got `better acquainted'.

After that night with me Tyler seems more relaxed and has been coming
around more to hang out when the guys are over and he is less worried about
not having a boyfriend. I've tried to nudge Alex in his direction; I think
they'd be great together, but so far neither has taken the hint. I have
noticed though that Alex perks up when Nick Garza, the new delivery boy at
Bambino's Ristorante, delivers so I've decided on another attempt at being
a shadchan, even if many would call me a yenta instead. Nick is off on
Saturday night so I've invited him over as part of what have become a
regular Saturday night gathering. There are not a lot of places gay teens
can go and just be themselves, not even in San Francisco, so the guys
started coming over to hang out, I'd order in food and then people would do
whatever interested them. Some guys would watch movies in the media room,
other guys would play video games, some guys just liked sitting around and
shooting the bull; occasionally a couple might slip off for some alone
time, since that was hard to come by, but not often. They knew they'd get
crap from the rest of the crew and risk being burst in on in `in flagrante
delicto'. If guys needed private time they usually asked me if they could
come over at other times and then only I would catch them in flagrante
delicto through the wonder of hidden cams.

The usual suspects are here, Devon, Jon, Ryan Vaslov, the banker, Bryce,
Madison, Frank, Jordan, Alex and Tyler. I ordered Italian from Bambino's
and arranged for Nick to pick it up and bring it over even though he isn't
working. When I invited him over to hang out with us he seemed surprised,
but happy. Technically I don't know if Nick is gay or not, but given Joe's
preference for giving gay teens in the area an opportunity I suspect so and
it couldn't have escaped Nick's attention who has been at my condo when he
delivers, add in the inevitable gossip about me and Marco and me and Alex
at the restaurant I cannot imagine him not being gay.

Besides just pizza and salads tonight I ordered a tray of Lasagna alla
Bolognese and one of Bambino's Cheese Ravioli trays with marinara
sauce. Nick is helping me get all the food arranged on the island in the
kitchen and the hungry teens are starting to circle like a pack of wolves
ready to pounce on a lame moose. I notice that Alex seems more intent on
looking at Nick that the food being spread out. Once everything is ready
and the plates and utensils are set out I throw one last curveball at the
hungry predators.

"Which of you fine St. Ignatius boys would like to say grace?"

They all looked surprised at the last second impediment to their sating of
their appetites, but Devon speaks up quietly.

"I'd like to."

I smiled approvingly, "thank you Devon."

"Father thank you for your many blessing, especially to this group and
especially to me; thank you for Tim who opens his house and heart to us;
Father use this food to sustain us and strengthen us as we do your Good
Works, in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit,
amen."

"Amen," all the boys echo.

Now they return to their natural, savage state as they attack the food and
pile plates high. I remind them to grab some salad as well. Alex hung back
and let the younger teens go first so he is the last besides me and Nick to
start preparing a plate. I nod to Nick to follow Alex. Alex finishes
putting food on his plate and as Nick finishes, he asks Alex a question.

"Can I sit with you Alex?"

Alex looks surprised and looks over at me.

"Oh, Nick isn't working tonight," I explained, "he just volunteered to pick
up the food and help me get it ready. If the front room is too crowded guys
can use the table on my lanai. You know where the heater controls are
Alex."

Alex has a huge grin on his face and Nick for his part blushes. I guess
while Alex had eyes for Nick, that feeling was returned by Nick. They grab
drinks and head down the hall to my bedroom and lanai. I fixed my plate and
joined Tyler on one of the couches.

"It's about time those two hooked up," he said as I sat next to him. My
startled look made him continue, "oh yeah, I knew Alex had a thing for
Nick, we talked about it. I sort of hoped Alex and I would get to know one
another that way, but I think that was just more of me wanting to be with
someone than any real sparks flying."

I was amazed again at the maturity displayed by these boys sometimes and
the self awareness. I hope we can find Tyler someone who sparks do fly with
soon.

And oddly enough that started to happen just two weeks later. Tyler is in
track season and I went to watch him at the Stanford Invitational, which is
one of the biggest track meets in the state: or if not the biggest, one of
the most important. The two meets that attract teams from the north and
south in the state are Stanford in the north and Mt. SAC in the south. They
are the two big meets where you get to scope out who is going to be
competition at the state meet. Because the meet has so many entries they
divide the long distance races into many divisions. The Invitational 3200
Meters is the top two mile race, The Sweepstakes the next most important,
then they go to divisions, like Division I and so on. Tyler is good, but
not great so he is in the Sweepstakes race. I manage to get a field pass
for the two day event due to the large contributions I throw Stanford's way
and the coaches who host the meet would love me to throw them some dough
too. So that is how I came to be on the infield during Tyler's race and
running back and forth yelling for him.

Tyler had a great finish, fourth in the race, which was quite an
accomplishment against such high level competition. After offering him a
congratulatory hug he has to go off and do a cool down run. It was then
that I was approached by another runner.

"You are Tim Price, right?" was the question from the cute little gnome in
front of me.

He can't be more than 5'6" and 125 pounds soaking wet. He is absolutely
adorable.

"And you are Patrick O'Farrell, right:"

The gnome named Patrick O'Farrell look surprised.

"Yeah, how did you know?" he queried me.

"How did you know I am Tim Price?" I returned.

Patrick looked puzzled, "well you are famous. You were on the cover of the
Stanford alumni magazine, you've in all the computer magazines and even
People."

"And you Patrick are the state runner up in cross county, the national
leader at the 3200 and the number one long distance recruit in the
nation. That is how it is with fame. You have to get used to people you
don't know, knowing you."

Patrick considered this and seemed to accept my explanation. Now he looked
slightly flustered as he continued."

"So you know Tyler Hwang hunh."

It was more of a statement than a question.

"I do," I answered, still not knowing where this was leading.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"You just did," I smiled.

He rolled his eyes in that cute teen boy way.

He stopped before he asked `can I ask another question' realizing I'd have
the same response.

"Is Tyler gay?" burst out Patrick.

He promptly blushed upon the words leaving his mouth and given his ruddy
Irish American complexion looked like he might catch on fire.

"Whoa," was all I could respond at first because I never saw that question
coming.

When I regained composure I continued diplomatically, "that isn't something
I'd ever reveal about someone, assuming I knew the answer."

Patrick nodded and seemed to be contemplating his next move.

"I'm gay," he divulged, "and I kind of get this vibe from Tyler..."

Now it was my turn to absorb this new information.

I blew out a chest full of air before speaking, "let's say, hypothetically
of course, if I was to ask Tyler if he wanted to hang out with a guy and
make a new friend. Then I could let you know. Haven't you guys talked
before?"

Patrick smiled a thin smile, "Yeah, we've talked before, but just running
stuff. I don't really know him know him, but hypothetically that would be
cool. Could it be today?"

"Sure, when Tyler comes back from his cool down run I'll ask him."

"I have to go warm up, I am in the Invitational 3200 race. Should I come
find you afterwards?"

"We'll be over by the pole vault pits. Come find us and if I call you over,
it means he wants to meet you, if I just wave, he doesn't."

"That sounds fair," he agreed, "scary, but fair."

Off Patrick went to finish his warm up and fifteen minutes later Tyler came
back from his cool down run.

"The Invitational 3200 is about to about to start, want to go watch it?" he
greeted me.

"Sure, any special reason?" I quizzed him.

"No, not really."

No, not really was what his lips said, but the hesitation in his answer and
the deep crimson blush said there was more to it than that. We walked over
to the start where the top two milers in the state were lined up ready to
go. Patrick was fourth from the curb, which meant he was the number two
seed in this race; right next to the curb was not where you wanted to
be. The gun went off and he rabbitted to the lead with Thomas Guerrero, the
top seed, shoulder to shoulder with him. The two of them seemed to catch
the field off guard, but Henry Lau quickly caught up and so did Warren
Momjian. By the end of the first two laps it looked like one of these four
was going to take it. Patrick had dropped to fourth, but he was drafting
behind Thomas, who was in turn drafting behind Henry and Warren.

Tyler and I moved to a better spot on the curb and watched the race
unfold. I didn't press on his interest in the race, but I did casually
mention that a guy wanted to meet him.

"Who, who, ohmygawd is he cute?" Tyler exploded.

I just laughed at him, "who who, what are you an owl? And try to pronounce
all your words separately."

"C'mon Price, don't toy with my emotions, who is it?"

"I don't want to say directly, but if you like I'll introduce you later."

"I like, but how will I know he is the one?"

"Don't worry Tyler, you'll just know."

I think he would have pressed me more if the lead pack hadn't approached
us. Patrick had moved to third with Thomas second and Henry in the lead,
but struggling Momjian had dropped to fourth and with one lap to go looked
like he was done.

"You got `em Patrick," Tyler yelled, "Relax your arms!"

On the last lap Patrick and Thomas stepped away from Henry on the back
stretch and now it was a two man race between the two of them. Tyler and I
couldn't get near the finish line because everyone on the infield was
paying attention now. I moved us down to near the pole vault pits where
we'd get a good view of the finish anyway. Patrick and Thomas looked to be
neck and neck until the last 10 meters when Thomas pushed out two steps
ahead and the race ended that way, with Thomas first and Patrick second. I
wasn't sure what kind of mood might be until Tyler let out a low whistle.

"What?"I asked.

"Thomas ran an 8:50:5 and Patrick ran 8:50:7. Those are the fasted two
times in the state this year, maybe the country."

"So Patrick won't be in a bad mood losing?"

"Maybe," Tyler drawled slowly, "but I didn't know you know him."

"Oh yeah," I casually offered, "Stanford has been recruiting him pretty
heavily."

Tyler eyed me suspiciously, but didn't take it further. Everyone had
finished the race and there were various, hugs, smiles, deep breathing and
all the usual end of race rigmarole. Patrick's coach was offering what
looked like congratulations, he was at least happy and buoyant and Patrick
looked the same. Patrick collected his sweats from the start-finish line
and started to head our way as he was putting them on.

"Now tell me, who is this guy who likes me," Tyler demanded, or as much as
polite Tyler would demand anything.

"All in due time, my friend," I reassured him, "all in due time."

"Hey Patrick," I yelled as I waved him over.

"Dude, I can't talk to Patrick, I'll..." Tyler was starting to protest but
Patrick was already within hearing distance."

"Great race Patrick!", I enthused.

Patrick blushed modestly and looked down, "Thanks Tim, I didn't win, but I
ran a great time and I learned more about Thomas' tactics and he learned
nothing about mine."

"You know Tyler, from St. Ignatius don't you?"

"We've never really been introduced, but yeah, I know who you are Tyler;
nice to meet you formally."

Tyler had turned a color somewhere between green and white. I was hoping he
didn't throw up on Patrick.

He did manage to croak out, "nice to meet you too for real Patrick."

My work here was done, as long as Tyler didn't feint.

"I need to go find the Sacred Heart boys, I told Ethan Fan I'd watch his
hurdle race. I am sure you guys can talk track and other stuff."

Tyler started to protest, but I gave him a look and said, `other stuff',
again. The light bulb went off in his head, Patrick saw the change in
Tyler's expression and now Patrick was looking like the one who'd swallowed
a cow.

"You will both be fine."

End of Chapter Fifteen