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Go to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html 17 Jordan's Tale By Tim Price We returned to America after celebrating a special Easter mass at the Vatican, but that seemed anticlimactic after our papal audience. Marco still had more than four months to kill before starting Stanford in mid August and going back to Bambino's seemed like it would a step back and a waste of time. Instead I spoke to Michael at Quince and got him to take on Marco as an apprentice at Quince. It would give Marco real world exposure in a Michelin starred restaurant and help him to decide if that was really the direction he wanted to go. With April and Springtime arrived the return of the Great American Pastime, baseball. Frank and Jordan were lucky enough to be on the same team. I think it would have killed them to be apart for practices and then have to face each other during games. Jordan was the team's shortstop and Frank was on the `hot corner' at third. I didn't get to games as often as I would have liked because the weekend games often conflicted with my water polo officiating schedule, but if it was rough on me, it was even harder on Teresa who had David in water polo and Frank in baseball. As long as the water polo tournament was close you could usually slip away to go catch a baseball game since they only played one game a weekend whereas in polo you might have four to six games in one weekend. When the polo tournament was more than an hour away she simply had to choose one or the other, but when she did Marco or one of the other older kids in the Bisignani family would cover the other game. I actually turned down a couple of Saturday assignments in polo so I could go watch Jordan's games. Without a father or his Uncle Frank I'd pretty much become the de facto male adult in Jordan's life over the last two years. I relished the role because I loved the little guy like it was nobody's business. Marianna was a great mom, but she could only do so much as a woman to fulfill the masculine role model in his life. Frank was missing a dad too, but he had Joey Jr, Anthony and Marco to help out Teresa. Maybe that was part of the special connection that appeared to be between Jordan and Frank, the fact that both were missing fathers. When I first started going to Jordan's games a couple of years ago people had assumed I was Marianna's boyfriend. Later they came to know me as his "uncle", just not by blood and now they understood I was a family friend, but given my notoriety in the business world eventually they also understood I was gay. Unsurprisingly it didn't seem to matter to the parents of the team, or if it did they were polite enough to not say anything. I was always included in the post game pizza parties for the team and Marco and I took pains to not be an obvious couple. He was Frank's older brother and if any of the adults knew more than that they never let on. Halfway through the season their team was ripping up the league. Jordan was one of the top batters in the league and Frank wasn't far behind. A lot of people marveled at Jordan's athleticism at shortstop too. He made a lot of seemingly impossible stops. I was impressed both by his batting and fielding, but that was far from the most impressive thing in my mind; it was his leadership. Ever since I've known Jordan I've always been impressed by his maturity, his easy going manner that makes people like him and what I thought was a pretty good sense of himself. It wasn't until I started going to Jordan's soccer games and baseball games that I saw cracks in his self confidence and insecurity. It was easy with Dylan, Ryan and the other friends he'd made online to be confident because he met them at a point of common interest and by the time he met them in person they were already friends. With coaches, parents and teammates all shouting different things it would be easy to have your confidence challenged, especially without someone there to help guide you through those shoals. Marianna did the best she could, but since she hadn't been an athlete she didn't really know the feedback to offer. These were the places I was able to step in and reassure Jordan that he was doing fine and that not all the feedback he got from youth coaches was necessarily correct. Now nearly two years down that road, with several soccer, football and baseball seasons behind us Jordan knew where he fit in, had confidence in his ability and in his instincts. On this baseball team Jordan was clearly the leader. They didn't elect captains at this level, but if they did, Jordan would have been the one. He was always encouraging his teammates, never getting down on them for mistakes; leading by example when it came to treating the umpires with respect and always having fun. He kept the team very loose. "I can't believe how fast my little man is growing up Tim," Marianna observed one day as we sat in the stands. "Can you believe he starts high school in the fall?" I grinned at her, "I can believe it and he is more than ready. He has already moved beyond what they can teach him at Presidio Middle School; he is just marking time until he can start at St. Ignatius and get challenged again." "But what about how huge all the football players are? I remember that game last year." I grabbed her hand and squeezed gently, "That was a varsity game we all went to. Jordan is going to be playing freshman and then JV football before he gets up to varsity and he'll do fine; more than fine actually. Jordan is quite a gifted athlete." She laughed lightly, "I know I am being a needless worrywart, but this is all new to me. I am so thankful you've been there for Jordan. I don't what I'd have done otherwise." "You are a great mom Marianna, Jordan would have come through just fine." "I like to think you are right," she sighed, "but I hope you are going to be around for these high school years. You aren't running off to Palo Alto are you?" I had been looking at condos in Palo Alto, I guess Jordan must have mentioned it to her. "No, I love my place next to the park too much to leave it. If I buy a condo in Palo Alto it will be to give Marco a place to escape to on weekends if he doesn't come home; me a place to spend the night if I stay late at work and lastly as an investment. There are a lot of cheap condos in Palo Alto and the Los Altos Hills right now. People have been hit hard by the real estate recession and it is going to get worse before it gets better." "Yes, I hear people talking at work about losing their houses and condos and I feel sorry for them," Marianna replied, "but at the same time they went out and way overpaid for bigger houses than they could really afford. They thought prices would rise and rise forever. I admit I was jealous when they bought these places, but I am grateful I didn't follow them over the cliff. My little place looks pretty nice right now with its low mortgage payment." The beauty of baseball, and its greatest foible were one in the same, its slow pace. The pace allowed these kinds of conversations to happen in the stands when not much was happening on the field. "Turn two Jordie, turn two!" Marianna exploded as she leaped up. I smiled as she sat back down after Jordan stepped on second base for the first out and then spun and drilled the ball to Jake Heckert at first base to complete the double play. The beauty of baseball was also how quickly it could go from a lull to intense action. "Two down, two down," Jordan called out to his teammates holding up two fingers, "make the easy out." I also smiled at how deep and manly Jordan's voice sounded in these moments. He drops the octave to sound more authoritative. Mariana and I return to small talk until the next burst of action, which is back to back hits by Luke Pappas and Nate Murphy. That puts Jordan up with two men on base and no outs. Jordan goes through his big league routine at the plate; a spit, a banging of his bat on his cleats and a quick adjustment of his cup. He digs in his back foot while holding his right hand up to the ump to say he isn't ready yet. When he is comfortable he settles down in his crouch. He watches the first ball come inside for a strike, but I know he isn't concerned because that isn't his pitch and he knows this pitcher can't hit it twice in a row. The next pitch is a fastball, low and outside and that is a mistake that Jordan will make him pay for. There is the loud metallic clank of solid contact as Jordan drives the ball between the third baseman and the shortstop. Luke on second as to freeze until he is sure the ball is through, but he sees it is going all the way to the fence down the third base side; he doesn't even hesitate at third he just rounds it and digs for home, Nate turns second and is wondering if he'll need to slide into third, but Coach Barker is moving his right arm wildly in a circle and yelling, `go, go', so Nate rounds third and heads to home. Luke, who got there before him, is indicating he can score without sliding. Nate touches home and turns in time to see Jordan sliding head first into third base where he is safe, completing a base clearing triple and the Red Sox extend their lead to 4-1. The parents are cheering wildly and Jordan is casually brushing off the infield brick dust like it is no big thing, but I know inside he is jumping up and down. The Red Sox go on to win the game 7-1 and one of those extra runs was a solo dinger by Jordan. When we are alone in my condo tonight I know I am going to hear all about it and Marco is going to get an earful of it too. Marco had gone with his mom to David and Michael's water polo tournament in San Ramon today. We are at Round Table for the post game pizza party; yeah I know it is nuts in one of the great pizza cities in the U.S. to eat at Round Table, but the kids love it and it is easier on the wallet than the more famous places. One of the players moms I don't know well approaches me with a trepidatious look on her face; she is Jeff Barker's mom. "Hi," she starts, "I'm Tina Barker, Jeff's mom. Do you have a moment?" "Sure Mrs. Barker, join us," I reply scooting aside to make room for her between Marianna and I. "Call me Tina, please," she smiles before continuing. "There are some interesting rumors floating around." My blood runs a little cold as I fear what might be coming next. "Such as?" I smile as confidently as I can. "One is, according to my son, that you have rooftop pool and the second is that you have a huge condo." "Oh that is gospel truth," Marianna offers "and you should see the screening room." I smile at Marianna's responses. "Yes, both are true and I am guessing there is a reason you are asking?" "I am in charge of the post season party this year," she explains, "the past two years we've come here because no one really has a big enough house to host the boys, parents and siblings. This team is really special and I'd like to do something nice for them. I feel awkward asking since you don't have a son on the team, but you seem really close to Jordan and Frank so I thought I'd ask." "Not a problem at all from my standpoint Tina. I'll need to make sure the rooftop is available and reserve, but it really doesn't get used that much." "You won't have to do anything," Tina hurried to continue, "we can do pot luck and have all the moms bring dishes and the dads can barbeque..." "Tina, I can get my favorite Chinese place, or favorite Italian place to cater, or both even, and no one needs to bring anything but towels for the pool." "Oh Tim, that would be asking too much, we don't mind making dishes..." "It isn't a problem and Marianna will tell you once my mind is set I can be a bulldog." "He is right," Marianna chimed in, "once he sets his mind he is hard to budge. As a compromise I'd suggest you work with the restaurants and do all the ordering and planning and just let Tim pay for it." "Works for me." I declared. "Are you sure Tim? I don't mind doing the work, just give me a budget and who you use and I'll do the rest." "No budget, just work with Joe at Bambino's and Soo at Shanghai Dumpling and let them know what you want. I know they'll be fair and give us what we need." We chatted a bit more, Tina gave me two mid June dates she'd like to have the party and Marianna volunteered to help her with the organizing. As we were finishing the plans Frank came and dragged me over to the arcade area where the boys were playing House of the Dead 2. I had a blast spending the next forty-five minutes blowing away zombies with the boys from the team. But all good things must come to an end and soon the boys were being pulled away by their parents. I'd be taking Frank home with me since Teresa and Marco would still be in San Ramon at David's water polo tournament. It was funny watching Frank and Jordan say goodbye to each other. They were boyfriends and deeply into each other, but in public they had to be just best bro's so there is a lot of grunting and fist bumping as a means of saying goodbye. Frank belted himself in in the Range Rover I'd brought back from Italy. I'd guessed correctly that Marco would rather have the 4Runner. "I can't believe Marco choose the 4Runner," Frank began, "I'd have so taken this one." I smiled over at him, "that's because you have well refined tastes Frankie boy." He smiled back, "do you think Jordan and I will ever be able to be boyfriends in public? I so wanted to grab him and give him a big smooch goodbye." "Be honest Frank, you wanted to throw him down on the table on top of a pepperoni pizza and do him right there." Frank squirmed and giggled, "well there is that, but seriously, do you think we'll be able to? I mean it doesn't seem fair; if Lennox's girlfriend was there he could have kissed her and no one would have said anything." "You are right Frank, it isn't fair," I sighed, "but what does Jordan always say?" Now it was Frank's turn to sigh because he knew exactly what I was talking about, "it is what it is." "That's right; unless something drastic happens like Tom Brady or Brett Favre comes out of the closet I am afraid attitudes aren't going to shift fast enough to help you and Jordan through high school." Frank was laughing hysterically, "Tom Brady or Brett Favre being gay, OMG you have a twisted mind." It was just after 2PM when we got back to my condo. Jordan wouldn't be over until 5PM at least and Marco wouldn't be home until after 7PM probably. "So what do you want to do bucko?" I asked Frank. "I am sore as a mother, I need a Jacuzzi." "Works for me, you go get it started and I'll grab some drinks." Frank peeled off down the hallway to my bedroom and master bath and I went to the kitchen to grab a two liter bottle of Coke with ice and plastic cups. I kicked off my shoes in my bedroom and turned to the master bath to drop off the soda and cups. "Whoa," I gasped. Frank was naked as a jaybird and he was a sight to behold with his cute little bottom. Frank turned and grinned at me. "Were we going to Jacuzzi in our clothes?" "No, of course not," I recovered, "but I didn't think in the forty-five seconds it took me to get the soda and cups that you could be completely stripped down and have time to start filling the Jacuzzi." "I am pretty resourceful," was the impish comeback. I put down the Coke and cups and went back to my bedroom to undress. I saw Frank's baseball uniform where he had hastily discarded it. I smiled to myself. He and Jordan loved be naked all they could when they stayed over with Marco and me. This was a rare time that Frank and I were alone in the condo. I got back to the bathroom and Frank was already in the Jacuzzi and pouring us a Coke. "Here's mud in your eye," he toasted me with the red Solo cup. "Right back at ya," I toasted back. Frank and I talked about how school was going and what his plans were for summer. "Jordan and I start in the summer football program at St Ignatius less than a week after school gets out, but that is cool; we are both looking forward to high school. We also have summer baseball with SI, but since we are lifting and all that with football we only need to go to baseball one workout a week and then play in the games. What's cool is that Coach Christensen who is our baseball coach does freshman football too." "What about soccer for Jordan?" "I don't know if he is going to do soccer in high school," Frank said with a shrug, "two sports is bad enough, but three is really tough." "Hmmm seems a shame to drop it, but I get it." "I hear you and Joey are going to the St Ignatius Father's Club BBQ together." "Yeah, I am looking forward to it. He really feels responsible to pick up some of the duties of your father. I think that is one reason why he is going to the fire academy at City College." "I agree," Frank echoed, "he's been a great big bro, but I feel sorry for him that he feels he needs to do all that." We sat there quietly for awhile, each lost in our own thoughts. Frank was maneuvering his body so the jets would hit him in his sore spots on his back. "I love taking Jacuzzis, but fuck if it doesn't make me horny as hell," he burst out. "Hey your boyfriend will be here in about two hours to take care of that." Frank looked at me with those intense brown eyes of his that looked so like Marco's and Lorenzo's. "Well couldn't we watch a porn or something... we could just jerk off..." his voice trailed off. "Are you trying to get me in trouble with both our boyfriends?" I looked at him in amusement. "I'm just sayin'... I can't wait for Jordan to get here, come on Timmy, you don't even have to look over at me; we'll just be in the same room together." I kept saying no to Frank, but if my lips were saying no, why was my dick harder than doing a Rubic's Cube blindfolded? Finally he wore me down, probably a technique he'd learned from Jordan. I told him okay on the condition that he tell Jordan as soon as they were alone. We got out of the Jacuzzi to dry off and both of us were already hard. I was blown away by Frank's erection although I don't know why, I should have expected him to be big like Marco and Lorenzo; apparently long schlongs ran in the family line. Frank is 14 now and only about 5'5" and 110 pounds or so, but his dick hard had to be at least six and a quarter inches, maybe even a bit more. He wasn't as thick as Jordan or Marco, but I expected that would come with age. "You approve?" a laughing Frank asked me. I guess I had been staring a bit, well a lot actually. I blushed, "for all the times I've seen you naked I guess I never thought about what it would be like hard; now I know." "Really?" he asked sounding surprised, "you never thought of me like this before? I've imagined you and Jordan's described you, in some detail." Frank leered a bit as he said the last part. "No... well once," I blurted out before my mind caught up with the words. "Oh," Frank asked with a raised eyebrow, "when was that?" Now I was really blushing, but I told him the truth, "when I was fucking your cousin Lorenzo." "Hot," Frank said barely above a whisper and then a shudder went though his body. We dismissed to my bedroom without any further chatter, but when I asked Frank what kind of porn he wanted he said a swimmer guy who was thirty something, which was actually a pretty good description of me. I put in the DVD, got some lube and cum rags out of the nightstand and hit play as I lay down. I handed Frank the bottle of lube and watched as he slopped on some lube. He wasn't really stroking yet since there was nothing on the screen to stroke over yet, but he was slowly manipulating it to keep it firm. I had a hard time keeping my eyes from it. It looked big on him since he was lithe. It had a slight upward curve, but you had to really look at it to notice. He had a small patch of black pubic hairs but I couldn't tell if he trimmed them or if they were naturally that way. He handed the lube bottle back to me and I slathered on a little that caught his attention as I did. "Have you measured yourself," he asks. "Of course," I smiled, "constantly since I was about 11." Frank gave me a look of exasperation. "Oh," I said innocently, "did you want to know?" The look of exasperation turned to one of crazed torture. "It is just under seven and a half inches long and just over six and a half inches in girth. And you?" Frank blushed for the first time, "it is just over six inches long, but only four and a half inches around. It'll grow won't it?" "Yeah, I bet you'll be as thick as Marco one day. He is about as thick as me." That seemed to please and satisfy Frank and as the scene on TV was starting to heat up he turned his concentration to that. I was watching the screen with one eye and Frank's very slow stroke with the other. His head was a very light purplish pink with a freckle near the opening. A thought passed through my head how much I'd love to try and lick it off. As if he was reading my mind Frank looked over and caught me studying his appendage. He just smiled a goofy smile at me. The star of the porn was Jessie Danger, he was the older swimmer type guy and was seducing the ostensible high school sophomore portrayed by Aston Michaels, who although he could have passed for fifteen years old, was actually nineteen. Jessie, who had peeled off young Aston's Speedo some time ago was now getting down to business sucking the large cock before him. It was when Jessie lifted Ashton's legs to lick his hole that Frank finally spoke. "Can I jerk your dick?" he asked in a hushed tone, "you can jerk mine too." A sane me would have turned him down, but when your dick is hard rational thought goes out the window and I really did want to feel him, so I slid over closer and croaked, `sure'. Frank's eyes lit up because I am sure he thought I would say no. He reached over with his left hand and started to stroke me and explore my dick, running his thumb over my head and his index finger gently over the groove. It felt marvelous. I did the same to him with my right hand and I guess he approved because he let out a guttural moan. "Oh fuck that's nice," he whispered in my ear, "I really like your dick. I knew I would though; Jordan really likes it and I like what he does." "Ditto from me, I like your dick too and I knew I would because I know Jordan loves it." We continued to stroke each other for several minutes without a lot of talking, just the occasional, `oh fuck', `fuck yeah' and `holy shit'. We weren't stroking very fast because neither of us wanted this to end soon. Jessie had been sucking Ashton for about 20 minutes now with the occasional journey down to lick Aston's pink rose, but there was a definite change in the action as Jessie got to his knees and started to bang Ashton with one finger then two. He was clearly prepping Ashton to be fucked. I noticed Frank's breathing speeding up a bit and his grip a little tighter on me. Jessie lined his 8" dick with Ashton's waiting hole and slipped it effortlessly all the way in and started to rock it in and out of the smooth butt. We watched for five minutes or so as Jessie gave Ashton a through drilling. Without warning Frank released my dick and got up to straddle me. He was covering my legs and his slick dick was colliding with mine. He took both our dicks in his two hands and started his own rocking motion, forcing his cock up and down against mine. His face was determined but looked like he was in a state of bliss. His nuts were hanging and swinging. I reached up to feel them. They weren't very big, but they were smooth and warm and Frank's grin told me he liked it. Frank's breathing continued to quicken so did the pace of his thrusts. I knew he was getting close so I dug deep and willed myself to match him. He let go of both our dicks, pushed his down from the upright position and leaned forward into me. Almost immediately he began to shoot hot white jizz all over my abdomen, gasping as he did, like a fish out of water. His leaning forward forced my dick into his patch of pubic hairs, which was a major turn on for me so I immediately started to unload into Frank's groin and abdomen. He stroked the two of us until he was sure we were both drained and then he flopped down next to me in glorious ecstasy. "Wow," he exclaimed. "Yeah, wow," I agreed. "I am so glad I came when I did," he confessed, "I was this close to sitting on your dick I was so horny." Frank was holding his thumb and forefinger as close together as he could without them touching. "I am glad too because I wouldn't have stopped you." Frank digested the information. "Do you think you thought about me when you were fucking Lorenzo because you want to fuck me?" I sighed, "yeah, I'm afraid that's what it means probably." "Why afraid? Don't you want to fuck me?" Frank giggled as he flirted. "I do, I mean why wouldn't I? But the problem is I don't know how two people I really love, your BF and my BF would feel about it." Frank giggled again, "for the record, I'd feel great about it, but I get what you mean." We lay there for a bit snuggled in, but the splooge was starting to set. "C'mon, we need to shower." I pulled Frank off the bed and towards the master bath. We got in the shower and managed to rinse off without any further fooling around. Our climaxes had been pretty intense the first time so I am not sure we could have fooled around even if the spirit was willing. Frank wrapped a towel around his waist, "can you rub out the knots in my back?" "Sure, let's go back to the bedroom." Frank laid down on the bed and undid his towel while I put on some boxers, grabbed the eucalyptus massage oil and turned the jazz music channel on the cable. I sat on his butt, which was still covered by the towel and worked the oil into his shoulders. He was right, I could feel the knots in his shoulder and in his back. Frank was so entranced by the massage he didn't hear as Jordan came in the room. He has his own card key for the building so he didn't need to call to be buzzed up. Jordan put his finger to his lips telling me to keep quiet. He backed out of the room quietly and came back two minutes later completely naked and with a semi. He indicated he wanted to swap places with me. "I'm gonna get some more oil Frank don't move." I crawled off the bed and Jordan crawled on. He pulled Frank's towel down, exposing his bare butt and then sat on him with his semi, which was getting harder, in Frank's crack. "Mmmm Timmy, fuck me again, five is my lucky number," Frank cooed. Jordan cuffed him about his ears and Frank giggled. "As if I can't tell the difference between my 125 pound boyfriend and my 170 pound brother in law." Jordan lay down on top of Frank and slipped his arms underneath Frank's and hugged him. "I knew you were kidding," Jordan countered, "Tim could never cum four times in three hours." "I'm standing right here," I reminded him and they both giggled. "You can join us," Jordan offered. I slipped off my boxers and lay on top of Jordan the way he was laying on Frank with my semi buried in his cheeks. It felt nice to feel Jordan's body again. It had been a long time since we'd been together. "Well now that's more like it," Jordan said. "Actually I was just going to say thanks but no thanks; an old guy like me needs to save energy for when his BF comes home." I rolled off Jordan, kissed him and Frank each on the cheek and put on a robe. I closed the door as I left my bedroom. Four weeks later was the baseball team party at my condo and rooftop pool. It was no issue getting the pool as not many people actually used it. San Francisco is not noted as a place with great pool weather. Tina and Marianna decided to use both Bambino's and Shanghai Dumpling King for the food so we could get a bit of variety in the food; as a side benefit I was able to hire Nick to help serve the Bambino's food and Tyler to help serve the SDK food. They were in the condo getting the food setup for an anticipated 4PM late lunch/early dinner time. While they were doing that the crowd of fifteen young ballplayers, with about eight younger brothers included and then thirty-some parents and friends mixed in were on the roof in the pool area. Tina and Marianna had drinks and snacks on the roof to keep everyone happy. The boys were in the pool splashing about playing a variety of pool games. David Bisignani was there and he had invited Michael Best to join in; they brought a water polo ball and an impromptu game that was a cross between water polo and wrestling was going on. The dads were in two or three groups discussing sports and politics, the mothers were in two or three groups talking about travel and restaurants. Marco and I kept going back and forth between the pool and my condo to make sure things were progressing. About 3:30PM Tina suggested to everyone that is was time for the inside part of the party and no one really objected. The boys had all left their backpacks with their dry clothing in the condo and when they came down I directed them to the various bathrooms with showers. "David, why don't you take the younger guys to the maid's quarters off the kitchen and use the shower there, Jordan, you can take some guys to the shower in my bathroom, Jeff, you take some guys to the guest bathroom in between the two bedrooms and Johnny you can take the rest into the bathroom next to my office. There are fresh towels in the bathrooms and you can just throw them on the floor when you are done, bring your wet trunks to the laundry room and I'll throw them in the dryer." It was interesting to watch the scramble. The young ones, who ranged in age from nine to twelve, the twelve year olds being David and Mike, fell in line like little ducklings to follow him to the maid's quarters. The ballplayers aligned with who their buddies were, but it looked like some loyalties were tested because a bunch wanted to go with Jordan and he had to direct a few over to Jeff and Johnny, but as it was seven still wound up going with Jordan to my master bath, Frank included of course. Thirty minutes later everyone had finished their showers, was warm and dried and ready to eat. It wasn't until a week later when I watched the various surveillance cam's footage that I appreciated all that went on, but more on that later. With the boys ready to eat, the parents stepped and out of the way, knowing better than to get between a bunch of thirteen year olds and food. Nick and Tyler shoveled the food out as quickly as they could and piled the boy's plates high with food, but I knew even so, they'd be back for more soon. The dads had switched to Scotch mostly, since I had a great selection of good single malts and the ladies had transitioned to white wine. Tina was afraid they had ordered too much food, I was afraid there wouldn't be any leftovers. The adults were spread out over the great room, main lanai and the dining room table engaged in their own conversations. Finally someone noticed that the boys were all missing. "Where are all the boys," Patricia Lynch asked to no one in particular. Marianna laughed as she answered, "I am sure they are all in Tim's movie room with Spider-Man 3 or some such movie blasting at the top of its capacity." That was confirmed when a curious mom went to investigate and we all heard the short, horribly loud blast of sound as the door was opened and quickly closed. With the boys fed and happy, the parents went back to their conversations, grateful for the lack of distractions. You could tell when the movie was over because a hungry horde disgorged from the movie room looking for snacks or dessert. Tina had gotten a variety or cookies, brownies and baked goods along with ice cream for the boys. When the boys were done and started to disappear down the hallway back to the movie room, a couple of parents decided it was time to scoop up the kids and head home before they got into another movie. That broke the floodgate and within twenty-five minutes my condo had gone from bursting at the seams to just Marianna, Marco and me with Jordan, Frank, David and Michael remaining from the boys. "I'm going home Jordan," Marianna announced, "are you and Frank coming?" Jordan looked at Frank who shrugged, "yeah I guess we are Tim and Marco can probably use some down time after this day," he said with a grin. "Does that mean we need to go too?" David asked. "No," Marco answered with his own grin, "as long as you and Mike are very quiet, we'll hardly notice. Just make sure Mike's parents know he is here still and okay with it." "Like a mouse," Michael replied to him sincerely. Marco and I retreated to the lanai off my bedroom with a nice bottle of wine and David and Michael went to the TV room to watch Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End. I guess I didn't realize how tired I was from the day, but Marco and I fell asleep on the couch and didn't wake up until the movie was over and Michael and David woke us up to say Michael was going home. "I guess you are spending the night Davy?" Marco asked sleepily. "If it is okay. I already asked Mom and she said it was okay; just to be sure and brush my teeth." "Of course it is okay," I assured him. Marco and David saw Michael off to the elevator and I went to get David a toothbrush he could use. I was still dog tired so I crawled into bed with my boxers on. David and Marco returned from seeing Michael off and I gave David the toothbrush. "Where am I sleeping?" he asked expectantly. "You aren't a bed wetter are you?" I teased. "No," he blushed. "Then come sleep with Marco and me." That seemed to please him and he and Marco went to the bathroom together to brush their teeth. I turned on the TV and put on the timer because I was pretty sure I wouldn't be awake to turn it off later. Marco and David came back, stripped down to their boxers and climbed into bed. "Night Tim," David said as he kissed me on the cheek. "Night babe," I said returning the kiss. David settled into the crook of Marco's arm and was there when sleep overcame me. In the morning when I woke up, David was snuggled into me. I extricated myself from him as gently as I could to go take a leak. When I crawled back in bed and slid back to where I had been he unconsciously returned to his snuggle position. We stayed in bed until Marco reminded us that Teresa would be expecting us at church and David would need to go home and change. "Call your Mom and let her know we are stopping by Arsicault Bakery on the way over and see if she wants anything special." I let David do most of the selecting at Arsicault knowing that he'd choose the stuff his family liked the most. The Bisignani kids loved David's choices and we even got Marianna to bring over Jordan and Frank for breakfast before church. It wasn't until Monday I got to peruse the hidden cam videos from the party on Saturday; they all made me smile. David and Michael led their little ducklings to the maid's quarters. David had them all strip off the wet suits right away so they wouldn't drip all over the floor; there the eight of them stood naked and unflustered. David got the shower warm and then instructed the three nine year olds to shower first and he hustled them into the shower. They giggled and jostled one another in the shower and all three sprang boners, which made them giggle all the more. They compared sizes by standing nose to nose and pushing them down from the full upright position. Charlie Mansour was declared the winner with his impressive four incher. David got the nine year olds out and set them to getting dry while Michael was getting the two ten year olds and one eleven year old in next. "Can I shower with you and Davy," the eleven year old, Tommy Murphy, asked. "Sure, I guess," Michael answered with a shrug. Neither of the ten year olds got an erection even though they were in constant contact under the flowing warm water. David dispatched the dried and dressed nine year olds back to the main part of the condo with all the wet suits, which they dropped in the laundry room just outside the maid's quarters. With that Michael got the ten year olds out and David stepped into the shower with Tommy Murphy. Tommy had his back to David and then Michael stepped in when the ten year olds were dressed and headed back to the great room. Michael had stepped in the shower on the opposite end from David so Tommy was in between them. He looked at Tommy who had both hands covering himself. "S'okay dude, you don't need cover up, me `n Davy have seen it all before," Michael told him. "But..." Tommy stammered a little and David got what it was. "Tommy, it's okay if you have a boner, Mike and I get them all the time too." "You sure? You won't think I'm a homo?" "Naw, guys our age get boners all the time and even if you were a homo, I wouldn't care and neither would Mike; one of my brothers is gay." Tommy didn't look quite convinced, but cautiously moved his hands anyway. A nice little stick of flesh immediately popped up, pointing to the ceiling. He looked at David and Michael for their reactions. David was nodding, "very nice Tommy, that's a good sized one; you are almost as long as Mike, just not as thick. Have you ever measured it?" Tommy shook his head and asked, "You've seen Mike's boner before?" "Oh yeah, lots of times and he's seen mine too, touched it even," David answered back. "No way," Tommy came back in an astounded voice, "I've never touched anyone else's." "Do you want to?" Michael asked him. "Yeah," Tommy replied back and then quickly added, "I mean I think I do, you know?" "Yeah, I know Tommy," David started, "what you mean is you want to, but you hear your brothers and other guys talk about fags and homos all the time and not in a nice way so you don't want to be different or weird." "Yeah," a slightly defeated Tommy said. Michael laughed and put an arm around Tommy, "that is what me and Davy used to think too, but now we know that a bunch of these guys who talk like that are doing stuff with their friends and pretending that they aren't. Guys our age are curious about this stuff and you can't talk to anyone about it, certainly not a parent. My mother almost passed out last year when she walked in on Davy and me feeling each other." "Oh my gawd, did you get in trouble?" Tommy wanted to know. "No," Davy said, picking up the story. "Mike's dad was kind of freaked out too, but he came down here and talked to Tim and then all of us talked together and they told us we were pretty normal and that what we were doing was normal for guys our age and it didn't mean we were gay or anything; that we would figure that out later." "So you mean even though I want to touch your dick, that doesn't mean I'm gay?" Tommy blurted those words out before he'd really thought about them. Thank goodness I'd installed expensive High Definition color cams as my spy cams, otherwise I'd have missed the bright blush of Tommy's face. "So you want to touch me," David asked in a seductive voice that cracked up Michael. Tommy nodded, "and Mike too. I've never seen a wiener covered in skin before." "Go ahead, you can," David said giving him permission. David's dick had already started to stiffen even before Tommy reached out to touch it. Michael, watching the action was three fourths hard already. "You can do more than that, David coached him, "you won't break it; soap helps too, like this." David soaped up his hand and took Tommy cute pecker in his hand and stroked it a little. "Holy Mother Mary, that feels so good," Tommy blurted out, "can I try with soap?" David handed Tommy the soap and grinned at Mike who was completely hard now. Tommy slid his soapy hand down David's now fully erect pole. "Damn you are big," Tommy observed, "you are as big as Nate." "You've seen Nate's hard on?" Mike asked with an eyebrow. "Un hunh," Tommy laughed and blushed at the same time, " and Dillon's too. We all share a room and when one of them thinks the others are asleep he beats off. They even throw off the covers sometimes and cum all over a towel they keeps under their beds." "Hot," Michael and David said at the same time. Tommy turned his attention to Michael then and Michael showed him how the skin pulled down explained how he didn't need as much to lube his dick. The three tweens explored a little more until David spoke up. "We better get to the party otherwise they might come looking for us, but would you like to do this again with Mike and me?" Tommy grinned a huge grin, "oh totally." While that was going on in the maid's quarters shower, in the bathroom next to my office Johnny Koch was with Charlie, Chris and Jake Heckert. Like with the first group all the boys took off their bathing suits immediately once the bathroom door was closed, which made sense because wet bathing suits get cold pretty fast, but unlike the first group they got in the showers one at a time. The first one in was Charlie, the catcher. There was nothing notable about his body, just a typical 8th grader, but he was the heaviest guy on the team, which was why he was probably the catcher. Next in after Charlie got out was Chris Mrlik and he too was pretty average in all respects. It was the next two I was curious about the most, Jake Heckert was one of the smaller guys on the team, just 5' tall and barely 101 pounds. When he stepped in the shower where the lighting was better, I saw that although his limp dick wasn't small, it was completely hairless. I felt bad for Jake and wondered if he got crap from the other guys because of it. Chris and Charlie dressed and returned to the party. I noticed that after they left, Johnny locked the bathroom door behind them. Jake was still in the shower when Johhny got back from doing that, but instead of waiting, he climbed in the shower. "Wh...what are you doing Johnny," stammered Jake. "I'm going to introduce you to my little friend," Johnny told him in a gruff voice. With that the six foot tall Johnny pressed the smaller Jake against the wall and started to drive his now hard dick into him. Jake started to protest in panic, then changed his tone suddenly. "Johnny, you're going to have scrunch down a little, there isn't a step like in your shower." Johnny bent his knees a little and backed away giving me a good look at his hard cock. It was at least six and a half inches and decently thick. I saw Jake was fully erect too and a nice looking dick, not quite five inches. Johnny placed his dick on Jake's bald pubis and started to push it up and down. "Is that better Jake?" "Yeah, perfect, but we better finish fast so they don't miss us. Oh my gawd, those dirty, dirty little boys I laughed to myself. They had their own little role play going on. I wonder how far it went usually. I wouldn't find out now I guessed. Within less than a minute Johnny was spewing all over Jake's stomach. "I can't wait until I can do that," Jake said ruefully. "Don't worry, you will soon and I want to be the first to swallow every drop." "Hee hee," Jake giggled, "don't worry about that I doubt anyone else wants to." Mmmm, don't be too sure about that Jake buddy. The next group was the one using Jordan's bathroom, Jeff Barker with Lennox, Kevin Farlow and Xavier. "The shower is pretty big so let's go in two at a time," Jeff suggested, taking the lead. "Cool, you and Lennox can go first and X and I will follow," Kevin said. Jeff was the second tallest guy on the team at 5'10", which is tall for anyone, let alone an 8th grader. There was nothing remarkable about his equipment, not like when you saw Dylan soft, you KNEW he'd be big hard; no Jeff looked normal, that five inch to six inch range and so did Lennox, who despite being only 5'2" had a nice, well proportioned soft cock. They got warm in the shower, stepped out, dried and left. Xavier and Kevin stepped in after them. The taller Xavier, or "X" as his teammates called him, looked like he could have a nice doinker. It swung freely under a good patch of black pubic hairs. It was Kevin who I thought might come in a little under average. He had one of those dicks that was completely recessed to about an inch and then the head stuck straight out. I guess he could be a grower and have a seven inch monster when aroused, but I didn't think so. All the guys I knew who had dicks that looked like his soft came in right around five inches. I bet if I measured Kevin, he'd be there too. Unfortunately neither boy got hard or even semi-hard so I was just engaged in mindless speculation. They too just warmed up and then dried off and dressed to return to the party. That left Jordan, Frank and the other five ballplayers as my last hope for a little entertainment. Jordan took charge right away. "Take off your bathing suits and throw them in the Jacuzzi and I'll take them to the dryer when we are done." Everyone obeyed and was soon completely naked. While the baseball team didn't shower together after practice or games, all of the boys went to schools where they did shower, just not together necessarily since they went to a couple of different middle schools. So while no one was embarrassed to be naked, no one looked shy or tried to cover up, there was a lot of mutual checking out going on; especially when it came to Jordan. Jordan was the de facto leader of the group, the guy other guys wanted to be, so naturally he was the one that guys checked out first. I doubt what they saw disappointed anyone. Jordan wasn't hard so they couldn't know he was close to seven inches when he was hard, but it was obvious that he'd be the biggest probably. A couple of guys might have been surprised that Frank looked like he'd be big too and then Collin, who was good sized soft as well, but for the most part no one looked undersized and no one was bald like Jake; Adam's pubes were sparse, but there and Luke, being Greek, had more hair around his cock than a thirty-five year old. The rest, including Jordan and Frank fell someplace in between. "There are enough shower head that we can shower together," Jordan grinned, "sort of a team building thing." Wow, I think five was the max we'd had in there before this, this could be interesting. "And if anyone drops the soap, we can let Ronnie pick it up!" Everyone laughed, including Ronnie, who made a face of surprise and covered himself, one hand in front, one hand in back, which elicited further laughter. Jordan went in first and turned on the handheld shower heads and got everyone in when he told them the streams were warm. Once they were all in, Jordan spoke again. "Okay, everyone's got to stand closer for this, get in the center." The boy's faces were a mixture of apprehension and excitement. As close as they were standing there had to be skin contact between one boy's dick and another boy's leg, butt or even hand. That was when Jordan turned on the Rain Shower shower head. The gush of water got an "oooo" out of the boys and no one seemed in a hurry to move away from the close contact with their other teammates. Jordan let it run for a couple of minutes before shutting it off, explaining that it would suck off the hot water too fast. Now the boys had to separate a bit because there was no excuse to stand so close together. As they did you could see a few boys had chubbed up a little; not so much that you'd accuse someone of having a hard-on, but plump enough that you got an idea of what it might be like fully full of blood. Nate blushed a little at his plumpness, but it looked like it had potential to be really nice. Adam Goldstein's slender one was noticeably thicker and Luke was the one closest to a full steamer, but Luke, ever the team clown knew how to diffuse tension, he knocked a bar of soap on the floor. "Oh look Ronnie," he leered. Ronnie got a look of mock horror on his face. He flattened his back against the shower wall and slid down it bending his knees. He picked up the soap off the floor and handed it to Luke. "He...here you go Mr. Pappas," his voice quivered. As Luke reached to take it, Ronnie, with a wicked grin, let it fall to the floor again. That had everyone hooting and high fiving. Luke, knowing his audience, bent down to pick up the soap with an exaggerated positioning of his butt to Ronnie. That had everyone hooting and high fiving a second time. After that they all settled down and managed to rinse off and warm up. Once out of the shower and knowing that there was food waiting most of the boys dried quickly, some barely at all and headed to the kitchen. Finally it was down to Jordan and Ronnie as the last ones to get dressed. When he was sure all the other boys had left he leaned toward Jordan and spoke so softly the camera barely picked it up, but it sounded an awful lot like: "If you dropped your soap, I'd pick it up for you. Would you pick up mine?" Jordan, without missing a beat, said, "two or three times." By the time Ronnie got his boxer briefs pulled up and on there was no missing his four and three-quarters inch erection. The summer continued to fly by; July 4th came and went and soon it was time for the Junior Olympics in water polo. I think it was good that the games were in San Jose this year. It would be a way to ease the newer parents into the idea of traveling to the tournament. I was able to work deal with the Fairmont San Jose to get great rates for the Fog City teams and parents. The end of July and most of August are the worst times for business travel so they were happy for the business. I was going to be there the full week plus to officiate. The boys and girls tournaments ran four days each with a day in between, but the teams usually came in at least two days early to acclimate, some of the teams from back east came in a full week early to scrimmage California teams. David and Michael were nervous but excited; this was their first overnight trip with the team. All the previous tournaments had been either one day tournaments or local enough that there was no need to stay overnight. In theory San Jose was close enough that they didn't have to, but it wasn't practical. Trying to coordinate all the teams to all the venues, especially when you didn't know when or where your next day's game would be made not staying overnight not even a consideration. David and Michael were excited because they felt like they were more grown up now, being away from their parents with just their coaches and teammates, but nervous too because they'd be sharing a room with one or two other boys and they didn't know what to expect. I told them some of my road trip stories over the years and some of the pranks that guys did on rookies; like plastic wrap on the toilet so your piss bounced back, soap on your toothbrush, shaving cream in your shoes, but since no one shaved on the 12 & Under team I figured that one might not happen. The tournament was set to start on Saturday, July 21, so the coaches for Fog City decided to check into the hotel on Thursday afternoon. That would let the boys get the excitement of being on their own out of their system before the tournament began. There were only five twelve year olds who had been on the team the year before so with David and Michael and the six eleven year olds, more than half the team had never been on a road trip before. Experience told Coach Bryan Fields that the newbies would be wound up tonight with their burst of freedom and that meant pillow fights, wrestling matches and video games all night; better to get it out of their systems on Thursday and then on Friday night. He and Coach Ian Roberto would lay down the law on getting sleep and do bed checks Friday night to let the boys know they were serious. I wouldn't check in until Friday night for official's meeting, and most of the parents weren't going to come down until Saturday morning for the first game at 9AM. So it was at 1PM on Thursday afternoon that the parents dropped their boys off at the St Ignatius parking lot for the trip down to San Jose. The sixty mile trip took close to two hours because that is just how traffic is in the Silicon Valley. Coach Bryan drove straight to Archbishop Mitty High School in San Jose, where the 12 & Under Boys games were going to be. Bryan knew the head coach there and was able to get some pool time for the boys to get used to the venue, get a workout in and because the hotel wouldn't be ready for check in yet. Once the workout was over they headed for the Fairmont San Jose. The kids, who mostly come from upper middle class and above homes, were nonetheless impressed by how nice the hotel was. The coaches gave the boys a very stern and serious talk about how they were expected to behave in the hotel; no running in the hallways on their floor, no loud voices in the hallway, no pressing all the elevator buttons and so on as he went through an extensive list of don'ts. That was when Dillon Murphy, one of the twelve year old veterans, raised his hand. "Yes, Dillon?" "What caaaan we do?" he asked an exasperated voice. Coach Bryan smiled a thin smile, "only things you want me to report to your parents. If you think your parents would be disappointed to hear what you were doing, then you probably shouldn't do it." With the talk over, he gave the boys their room assignments and room keys. They were free until 6PM when they'd all meet in the lobby and walk together to get dinner. Being water polo players they all took their bags to their rooms and immediately headed to the pool to get back in the water and play games until it was time to go change for dinner. I checked into the Fairmont on Friday afternoon. The coaches had taken the boys to Santa Cruz in the morning for something different to do and get some swimming in in the ocean, but they had to be back for the coaches meeting, that was how I bumped into Bryan in the lobby. "You have them all ready Bryan?" "As ready as they can be," he smiled wanly, "we've only played Nor Cal teams so far this year. Our kids have no idea what is in store for them when they face the buzz saw teams from So Cal." "It is what it is Bryan, you and I both know that. Let me know if I can help." "Thanks Tim, are you doing the 12's?" Bryan wanted to know. "Naw, I have the 16's, which is fine by me. I like them better than the 18's. The 16's are quality games but a lot less physical. The 18's is almost like doing a college game anymore." I didn't see Bryan again until Saturday night after the first full day of the tournament. "So how was the day?" Bryan shrugged and said with a slight grimace, "about what I expected, we beat Greenwich in the first game, but then we had Del Mar Water Polo and they worked us over and beat us up like red headed step-children and then Los Alamitos beat us up even more. Our kids had no idea the game could be so physical. They are so sore right now I'm worried if they'll be physically ready tomorrow and then there is the mental beating they took." "Anything I can do to help?" I asked. "Maybe," Bryan responded, "David tells me you know a massage trick to keep out soreness. Can you teach the boys?" "Sure," I replied. "You are in a suite, right? Have the boys gather in your room in thirty minutes and have them bring a towel with them. You have bottled water too? We need a case." Bryan nodded his agreement and said he'd see me then. I went up to my room for a quick shower to get off the grime and suntan lotion from my day on the pool deck. I hadn't seen Dylan and the Lamorinda team at my pool today, but the 16's were being held in four different pools so I wasn't surprised I didn't see them. I did see an old teammate from my high school in LA, Harvard Westlake, who was coaching at the high school and the LA Water Polo Club. Dustin was his name and he was one of the first guys who called me when word got out I was gay to make sure I was okay. We had a great conversation and I was able to meet a bunch of his players, many of whom it turned out I had connections to; which isn't all that strange in water polo or Harvard Westlake, two small communities. I hoofed it up to Bryan's room a little early and the room was already full with the thirteen team members and two coaches. The boys looked a little down so I gave them a pep talk and told them that they were getting great experience and becoming better players because of it. "I wish getting better hurt a lot less," twelve year old Brian Crossley observed. The boys all laughed and nodded their agreement. "That is partly why I am here," I acknowledged, "I am going to help you get some of that soreness out of your muscles. I am going to show you how to massage the muscles to eliminate some of that soreness. David, can you help me? And bring your towel." David was dressed like most of the guys wearing the team mesh shorts, a t-shirt and flip flops. "Take off your shirt and shorts and lie down here," I told him, showing him where to lie. He removed his shirt and then his shorts. His boxers were the `Run with the Big Dogs' boxers I'd bought him for Christmas. He looked so cute in them. A couple of the boys oohed and aahed, then giggled. David mugged for the boys and did a quick model pose for them. "Okay superstar, just lie down," I admonished him with a smile on my face. I squirted some massage oil on his back and showed the boys how to work the muscles in the shoulders and back. "It is okay to do motions like this across the back," I explained as I pushed my hands in opposite directions kneading the muscles, "but you always want to then start at the bottom of the back afterwards and push up to get the fluids flowing towards the heart." I continued the demonstration on his legs showing how to knead the calves and worked up into his hamstrings. Eventually I worked up to his cute little bottom. My hands disappeared under his boxers to start rubbing his glutes. "The derrière contains the largest muscle in the body, the gluteus maximus; it is also one of the most important muscles in the body, especially for water polo players, it is the muscle that will get you up out of the water." Dillon Murphy, ever the smart ass, spoke up, "wouldn't be better to massage him with his boxers off?" I think my answer shocked him, "yes that is why you brought towels with you. When I am done with the demo and you start to massage each other, no one has to take off their boxers if they don't want. It is just easier and better if you do." I looked down at David, "are you okay taking them off?" I knew the answer already, he giggled as he shoved his Big Dog boxers down and off. That got the attention of the players who'd only been paying half attention. "You take the towel," I instructed, "and lay it over the bare bottom to preserve your partner's modesty." Which I did with David, "then you fold it back to expose the side you are working on. There are a lot of fibers in the muscle so you have to really work it to get the circulation going and get the muscle to react; knead it, dig your thumbs in and use your palm to push up and work knots out of the muscle." I demonstrated what I had just said and as I pushed up with my palms it exposed David's pink boy rose to me. Only I could see it and as it became visible to me a fleeting thought came to me, wondering if Michael had been inside there. Just that brief thought was enough to cause a jump in my cock; if I dwelt on David and Michael doing more than I knew than they'd done already I'd be in full boner mode. I finished the backside of David and gave the boys a warning before I had him turnover, "it is very possible that the person getting massaged is going to get an erection during the process. That is perfectly normal, especially guys your age. So when you have your partner roll over so you can massage his quad muscles in his leg, you again fold the towel to preserve his modesty." "Okay David go ahead and roll to your back," I instructed him. David for his part blushed, but as I lifted the towel a little so he could rollover it was obvious he was all Bisignani. I don't think any of the other twelve polo players were even breathing as they watched him roll over and sure enough his Italian sausage was in full erection mode and he was big like his brothers, even at twelve years old. His dick was close to six inches, at least five and three-quarters inches, not too thick but with the earliest sprouts of a few wispy black pubic hairs. I laid the towel back down, folded in two so his hard cock was covered, but his leg was exposed. I don't know if the polo players were watching me show how to massage the quadriceps or staring at the lump under the towel. "And that is all there is to it guys. Michael, you come here and take over massaging David, I'll take someone since there is an odd number and everyone else find a partner." Dillon made a beeline for me, "I'll be your partner Tim." I smiled at Dillon, team leader and team clown, and nodded, "okay, lie down here and if you are comfortable with it, take everything off, or you can leave on your boxers." Dillon blushed, but took down his shorts and boxers and one motion and then lifted off his tank-top t-shirt. I got a chance to study him while he took his shirt off. He was more developed than most of his teammates, which is why he might have been the alpha male of the group, He had more pubic hairs than David, meaning he was well into puberty and his soft cock was considerable; it looked like it could be decent sized when hard. As Dillon lay down in front of me I looked around the suite and it looked like all the boys, despite some nervous giggles, had chosen to get completely naked for their massages. I went to work on Dillon's back and shoulders and while doing that kept checking the boys to make sure they were doing it correctly. After about twenty minutes I told the boys they should be on the legs by now and starting the glutes soon. I continued my massage on Dillon and I was starting on his butt. It was quite a nice butt as they go, fuller and broader than David's skinny Italian heritage butt, but all muscle. As I rubbed and moved the cheeks I couldn't help a few peeks at Dillon's pucker. I had to start doing math in my head to keep me from thinking about how much I'd like to stick my tongue there. I folded the towel back down on one side and folded it up the other side. I made sure the boys were finishing up on the backside so they could flip over soon to get the quads and then switch to massage their partner. I massaged Dillon's other cheek, got a few more glimpses of the promised land and then I couldn't resist a bit of fun. I added some massage oil to his left cheek and it ran down the inside and over his hole. As I massaged the oil into his skin my little finger passed over his hole and I felt Dillon shudder; he shuddered again as I passed over it a second time. I was all I could to keep myself from slipping in the tip of my finger. If we'd been by ourselves I might have slipped it in and I had the feeling Dillon would let me, wanted me to. I told the boys it was time to rollover to their backs. I held Dillon's towel in a manner that I was the only one who saw his nice erection as he did. Dillon blushed, but also gave me a smile that said he was glad I was seeing it. He was much thicker than David, but not quite as long, probably just over five inches. I smiled back my approval before covering him with the towel. As I massaged his quads my hand on the inside of his thighs went all the way and brushed against his ball sac. I could feel the warmth emanating from them as my hand paused there. I continued to massage his legs like this, first one side, then the other. Dillon had his eyes closed as I kneaded his legs, I noticed his breathing getting faster; suddenly his breathing caught and stopped as his eyes shot open. I knew he'd just climaxed and I assumed cum since he had pubic hairs. He looked at me with a kind of panicked look on his face. I put a finger to my lips to shush him and I mouthed, `it's okay' to him. I finished up and his legs and told the boys to switch partners; in the commotion of switching no one but me noticed Dillon wiping some liquid off his stomach. "Do you want me to do you now Tim?" That was how Dillon phrased it, `do you', not massage. I wasn't sure if he understood the double entendre or not. "I think I'll take a rain check Dillon, I want to make sure the boys are doing it right." The boys switched and I went from pair to pair to help with the techniques. Another thirty minutes of massaging and the boys were finishing up. "So here is the last part of getting rid of the soreness; everyone grab a water bottle from the case there and drink it all, then when you get back to your room fill it again and drink that. That will help flush out the lactic acid and other things in your body that cause muscle soreness." The boys grabbed their water bottles, drank them down and filed out of the suite back to their rooms. "Does this really work?" Coach Bryan wanted to know. "I swear by it," was my quick answer, "but current research says maybe not. Like I said, it works for me so the research is less convincing to me, but you'll find out tomorrow. I bet you find the team chipper, ready to play and not sore." I went back to my room and opened the bottle of white wine I'd bought to help mellow me out. I was half way through my second glass of wine when there was a knock on the door. I was only wearing boxers so I checked the peephole to see who it was. I blew out a breath when I saw who it was. I opened the door to a grinning Dillon Murphy. "I am here to give you your rain check." I am sure if I was not feeling the effects of my first glass of wine already I would have sent him packing. Instead I swung the door open to admit him. He spied the bottles of massage oil on the night stand so he grabbed one and directed me to lie on the bed, which I did with my boxers still on. Dillon climbed on the bed next to me. "We don't need these do we?" he asked as he slipped his fingers inside the top of my boxers. "No," I croaked. Dillon slipped them down and pulled them off, discarding them on the floor. "We don't need a towel do we to preserve your modesty do we?" he asked, parroting my words from earlier. "No," I sighed, "I don't think we do." End of Chapter Seventeen