Date: Mon, 27 Jun 2016 13:40:59 -0700
From: Tim P <privatetimm@gmail.com>
Subject: Jordan's Tale Chapter 18

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18 Jordan's Tale

By Tim Price

"Arrrgg," I groaned as I shot a huge load onto my stomach.

That had to have been the twentieth I'd jacked off since my encounter with
Dillon Murphy at the Fairmont San Jose last week. Marco and I had been
running at opposite schedules for a good part of the summer so our
activities in the bedroom had been curtailed meaning I was left to amuse
myself, so to speak, especially on weekends. It was a good thing he and I
were taking a mid-week, three night vacation to Napa Valley before he left
for Stanford.

Every time I thought about what happened after Dillon pulled off my boxers
and started to massage me that Saturday night I got a raging hard-on, even
if I was sitting in a meeting at work. The massage started out pretty
conventional. Dillon squirted some eucalyptus massage oil on my back and
worked it into my shoulders and upper back. His loose fitting tank top kept
getting in the way so he took it off and threw it on the floor near my
boxers. Even as he worked my legs it was still just a straight forward,
muscle relaxing massage. It was when he started to massage my ass that
things took a definite turn.

He massaged my right cheek like I'd massaged his and I am sure he was
getting glances at my wrinkled rose as he did. He massaged my left cheek
likewise, but at some point he wasn't content with glances so he held the
cheek open as he examined the eye that cannot wink. When he rubbed some
eucalyptus oil on it I shuddered just as he had when I passed my finger
over his. His finger traced the outline.

"Does it hurt when... you know?"

I am guessing he knew I was gay. His older brother Nate was on Frank and
Jordan's baseball team and his younger brother Tommy, who was on the water
polo team with David, Michael and him, was the one who'd done some curious
exploration with the two of them in the shower at the baseball party.

"It only hurts badly if someone doesn't know what they are doing," I
replied honestly. "It can be pretty uncomfortable at first, but with
someone patient and who knows what they are doing, the uncomfortable goes
away pretty soon."

"Do you get...  stuff on your dick when you stick it in there?"

"Usually not, unless the guy isn't very clean or is `full', if you know
what I mean."

"Ewwww," Dillon groaned.


"Yeah, it can be pretty yucky, but not usually."

A notion struck me; I rolled to my side and looked at Dillon, "have you
ever put your finger in your own butt?"

His blush gave me the answer before his lips did, "yes."

I lay back flat again, "did it come out with `stuff' on it?"

"No."

"Well there you have it," I gave my final, authoritative answer.

There was a pause and then Dillon popped the question.

"Can I stick mine in you?"

Did he mean his dick or his finger? I rolled at looked at him again.

"Did you mean your dick or your finger?"

Dillon's face looked like someone struck it physically, but he recovered
quickly.

"I meant my finger," he answered quietly, breathlessly, "but would you let
me put my dick in you?"

"Probably," I grinned at him, "but let's start slow; put your finger in to
start. Put some massage oil on it, rub some oil on the hole and then slowly
insert it."

I lifted my hips up to allow him easier access. He smeared some oil on me
and then as instructed slowly inserted his index finger until it was all
the way in. It felt pretty terrific and exciting.

"Now what?"

"Pull it out and look at it," I told him, "is there anything on it?"

"No, it's totally clean, wow" he said in wonder.

"Are you going to massage my quads?" I asked him.

"Oh yeah, turn over."

Obviously I was going to be harder than a choir boy in a porn shop. Dillon
let out a little `whoa" when he saw my stiff dick.

"You are really big," Dillon exclaimed.

"Not really, there are a lot of guys a lot bigger; even some guys not much
older than you."

Well that just slipped out, I was thinking of Dylan Fouts of course and his
soon to be seventeen year old, eight and a half inch dick. I just hadn't
meant to acknowledge that.

"Well I've never seen bigger," was Dillon's comment.

"Oh," I smiled, "and where have you seen hard dicks?"


Dillon blushed at his unthinking admission, "on the Internet mostly."

"Live or just pictures and videos?"

"Both," he admitted, "I've met some guys in chat rooms and then done cam to
cam stuff, but it is hard with three brothers in the same room."

"Guys your age," I pressed.

Dillon nodded, "mostly, but guys your age too and some older."

"Be careful bud, you don't want some guy recording you and putting it on a
site. That is where all those Stickam vids come from."

"I know," he acknowledged, "but sometimes I get so dang horny... like now."

He brought us back to the current situation.

"Can I feel it?"

"Yeah," I smiled at him.

Dillon leaned forward and started to run his fingers over my cock. He
wrapped his fingers firmly around the shaft and slid his hand up and down;
he used his thumb to caress the head and generally inspected and played
with it. On his knees, leaning over, I couldn't help noticing his own
erection tenting his team shorts. He caught me checking him out.

"Do you want to feel me?"

"Actually, yeah, I do," I answered honestly.

Dillon grinned, stood up on the bed and dropped his shorts and boxers and
stepped out of them. He threw them on the floor with the rest of the
clothes and knelt back down, presenting his dick to me. Now I got a chance
to really look at and feel it. He sighed as I started to feel him. It was
over five inches, maybe five and a quarter inches, nicely thick, straight
with a nice head the same size as the shaft and it pointed straight up. His
pubic hairs were sparse, but noticeable and I ran my fingers over them.

"And now Dillon? What do you want to do?"

"I... I want to know what it is like to suck a dick, that looks so hot, but
I don't know how."

"Would you like a lesson?" I asked in a sultry voice.

Dillon giggled and nodded.

"Yes, please," he said very politely.

I lay him down on his back. I started very slowly with my tongue and lips
barely touching his purplish head. The light contact drove him nuts and
caused him to squirm. Slowly I swallowed more and more of his hardness
until all of him was in my mouth. Then I started a slow bob up and down,
between the bobs I'd move back to flicking his head with my tongue. Given
he had cum before without me actually touching him I was careful to go very
easily and not bring him to climax too quickly and there was one special
treat I wanted for myself.

I moved Dillon's legs apart and ran my tongue across his sparse pubes and
then kissed them, and kissed down his thigh. I lick his hairless balls and
took them in my mouth. I moved further down to kiss and lick his taint,
then I lifted his spread legs for my special treat, Dillon's rose. I licked
the wrinkly muscle and then slid my firm tongue inside. Dillon was
muttering unintelligible words, but I gathered he liked it. I licked and
probed with my tongue for a good bit. I lubed up my index finger and slowly
inserted it a little bit at a time. He tensed up a bit at the new
sensation.

"Relax Dillon, if it hurts tell me and I'll stop."

"It doesn't hurt; it just feels different, keep going."

Slowly my finger slid deeper into Dillon; when it was all the way in I
rotated it to find his prostate.

"Unnnh," he groaned, "what is that!"

"That is your "feel good button", also called the prostate. When a guys
fucks another guy the goal is to hit that button; when you cum with a guy
banging your prostate it is amazing."

I banged his button a few more times before lowering his smooth, round ass
back to the bed. My lips moved back to his stiff prick and this time the
bobbing was fast and intense with my finger tickling his insides. Soon that
fast breathing I'd heard earlier in the night returned and Dillon gasped as
he shot a load in my mouth.

I continued the bob until I was sure I'd coaxed every drop out of him and
then I licked the glistening head for good measure.

"Fuck that beats the hell out of beating off," he murmured.

"So it was okay, hunh?" I grinned at him.

He grinned back, "A hella lot better than okay."

"I won't be able to be as good," Dillon said, sounded worried.

"So you want to try it? You don't have to."

He shook his head, "I want to, I really want to."

I nodded and lay down, "If you are sure..."

My answer was him swallowing half my dick in one gulp. The eroticism of the
young head going down on me was intoxicating and took me back to the first
time I swallowed a dick too. I was the same age as Dillon. For first time
he did a great job and when I warned him I was about to cum he doubled his
effort and didn't back off, swallowing all I could dish out to him.

He looked at me expectantly.

"You were great," I praised him.

Dillon beamed like he won a swimming medal and then upped the ante, "when
do I get to put my dick in you?"

"We have to have something to look forward to; besides, you need to get
back and you need to get sleep for tomorrow."

He made a half hearted attempt to change my mind, but he knew I was
right. I walked him to the door,

"Are you going to kiss me goodnight?" he asked.

I smiled, leaned in and gave him the gentlest sweetest kiss I could.

"Oh that's nice," he said very quietly.

I wasn't sure how he'd feel the next day, but I got my answer when he was
at my door the next night at the same. On the chance that he might return I
hadn't had any wine so I could have a clear mind if he did come. I let him
in my room and he wanted to kiss me first thing, which I let him, but I sat
him down for a serious talk before we went any further. Through our talk I
found out that Dillon wasn't sure if he was gay, but he was sure he was bi
at least and he'd been wanting to have sex for about six months now.

"There were some guys online, mostly older guys who really want to meet me,
but I was pretty chicken butt so I didn't do it. I'm glad I waited now."

Without mentioning names I asked him if he'd be interested in meeting guys
his age. He was open to it, but for now he said guys a little older felt
safer.

"When I've done cam to cam with guys who are like thirteen and fourteen,
the minute they cum they cut off the call, they don't say bye or anything
and most of them don't talk to me again."

"I know what you mean Dillon, they are guys horny enough for sex, but they
feel guilty as soon as they cum or are ashamed. How did you feel last night
after you came?"

"Horny," he giggled, "I wanted to UNH!"

He did a hip thrust forward thing as he said it.

"So no regrets?"

"Yeah, I regret I didn't get to UNH!"

And he repeated the motion.

Now I giggled.

He came from the chair he was sitting in and crossed over to me. He placed
his hands on my shoulders and looked at me.

"Last night was awesome. I am so happy you showed me what you did and I
hope you can teach me more,"

That led to us getting naked, making out and the piece de resistance,
Dillon fucking the daylights out of me. I got such a charge watching his
face as it changed throughout; watching his five and a quarter inch dick
disappear in me and feeling his young, raw power as he slammed into me
performing his first fuck.

"Oh man, I thought blow jobs were awesome," he exhaled as he flopped beside
me, post coitus.

He tried his best to talk me into fucking him and as much as I wanted to, I
really wanted his first experience to be someone really special to him,
like a first boyfriend. He tried to cajole me, but settled for fucking me a
second time.

We've talked a couple of times since then, but he has a hard time getting
private time and he knows I am in a relationship with Marco, which I had
explained to him, but the conversations have been good ones and not about
sex at all, just about life.

Marco laughed when I told him the story.

"You are like the damned Pied Piper, all the boys fall for you."

"When you got it, you got it," I said in mock arrogance.

Marco's last day at Quince was this coming Sunday, three days from now. I
was looking forward to our mini vacation and then he was off to Stanford
the following Sunday. I'd bought a condo on High Street in Downtown Palo
Alto, close to the campus and not far from my office at Cisco. Marco was
going to live in the dorms and I was still going to live in San Francisco,
but I wanted a place he could get away from the dorms, if needed; a place
where I could stay if I worked late and a crash pad for weekend events at
Stanford. It was a steal in this down real estate market and so even though
I'd never live there full time, it was going to be a good investment
anyway.

I had just cleaned up from my masturbation session thinking about Dillon
and put on boxers when David and Michael came off the elevator into my
condo. I had given David my card key earlier in the day. Michael and David
were staying with me for two nights before heading off to Hawaii with
Michael's parents. I had convinced Amy and Russ to do a mini vacation
before they took off for Hawaii with two, energetic twelve year olds and
volunteered to watch the boys. They came in with their Speedo backpacks
with the clothes they'd need for the next two days.

"We're hungry," David said in a whiny voice because he knows I hate whiny
voices.

"Yeah, hungry," Michael echoed in an equally whiny voice.

I just shook my head and laughed, "I hope you two torture Amy and Russ as
much as you torture me."

"Oh we do," they said in unison.

"Let me get dressed and we'll go to the Ferry Building."

The Ferry Building had been converted to a food hall and permanent farmer's
market. One of the best burger places in the city was there and there were
a ton of great places to get dessert after. I decided to drive the BMW
since I'd been driving the Range Rover a lot lately.

Since it was summer and a nice night, the Ferry Building was packed and
especially Taylor's Refresher, the burger place. I stood in line with David
while Michael went to secure a table for us. Since Taylor's started in St
Helena, in the heart of the Napa Valley, it has the most amazing wine list
you've ever seen for a burger joint.

"If you want to get a bottle of wine," David teased me, "I'll drive home."

"I think we'll wait until you are at least fourteen before I start letting
you drive the BMW," I teased back.

I ordered the Blue Cheese Burger for myself, with a fried egg added and two
Western Bacon Blue Ring for David and Michael. The WBBR is a heart attack
waiting to happen, a beer-battered onion ring, Point Reyes crumbled blue
cheese, bacon and a half pound of prime ground beef crammed between an egg
bun. They both added a fried egg as well, just in case there weren't enough
calories and fat in the burger already. Add to that a mint confetti malt
for David, a cookies and cream malt for Michael and a coffee malt for me
and we didn't really need the orders of garlic fries and onion rings that I
got, but they disappeared quickly any way.

"Boy, I'm glad I'm not kissing anyone tonight," I mused as I shoved an
especially garlicky fry in my mouth.

The comment was just an offhand one, but I noticed that both Michael and
David squirmed a little uncomfortably. That made me wonder if that was
exactly what they had planned tonight. While these two nights were going to
give Amy and Russ some private time, since they'd be with the boys for the
next three weeks, it occurred to me that they would also give Michael and
David unrestrained freedom as well. If there was some activity going on
between the two it might be difficult in a smaller vacation condo or hotel
room on vacation. I really didn't know what the plans were. I just knew
they were going to Oahu and Kauai.

"Where are you guys staying in Hawaii Michael?"

He gulped down the onion ring in his mouth before answering.

"We are staying a week on Oahu at Halekulani and then going to my
grandparent's condo in Poipu on Kauai."

I tried to phrase the next question casually so they didn't pick up on what
I was really asking too easily.

"Are you and Dave getting your own room at Halekulani or are you staying in
the same one as your parents?"

"I guess I hadn't really thought about it," he said while looking over at
David.

David shrugged and some unspoken communication had taken between them.

The boys were full, but still wanted to go to Humphry Slocombe for ice
cream, so I decided we'd walk along the embarcadero for a bit before coming
back to get ice cream. We walked down to Willie Mays Plaza at AT&T
Park. Even though they were water polo players now David's dad, Joe Sr, had
been a huge Giants fan and he was explaining to Michael and me who Willie
Mays was. I thought it was cute, him passing on his dad's knowledge, but it
choked him up a little. Michael threw an arm over David's shoulder and we
walked that way most of the way back to the Ferry Building.

"What are you getting Davy," Michael asked, breaking the silence.

"Secret Breakfast, I love that ice cream! What about you Tim?"

"Ha ha, bourbon and cornflakes is little too much of a reminder of my
college years, I am getting Elvis (the fat years). Michael, what are you
getting?"

"As much as I love Elvis (the fat years) I am going to get Eton Mess."

Just talking about the wild flavors from Humphry Slocombe got us out of the
somber mood that had descended a few minutes earlier. We sat on the benches
looking over the bay and watched as the ferries came and went while eating
our ice creams. It was still early when we got back to the condo, barely
8:30PM.

"You guys wanna watch a movie?" I asked, "I just got `Harry Potter and the
Order of the Phoenix' in."

David and Michael looked at each other and more unspoken communications
went on.

"Maybe tomorrow night," David answered, "we are pretty bushed so I think
we're just going to turn in."

I was about to tease them for being old men, what twelve year old wants to
go to sleep at 8:30PM, but then I realized that sleep was probably the last
thing on their minds.

"Okay, maybe we'll eat in tomorrow or go to Quince early and we can watch
it earlier in the evening."

The boys disappeared into the second guest room. The first guest room was
now just `Jordan's room', so maybe I should start calling it just `the
guest room'. Once the door to the guest room was closed I went into my
office and closed that door. The controls and multiple TV screens were in
the panic room, but I could access the controls from any of my computers,
even remotely.

By the time I got the control program open and tuned to the right cameras,
David and Michael were already down to their boxers.

"Do you think Tim bought that we are tired?" Michael quizzed David.

"Probably not," David giggled, "but he is too polite to say anything and
probably thinks our little feelings are still too tender to tease us about
it."

David leaned in to kiss Michael. Michael tilted his head and wrapped his
arms around David. The kiss was brief.

"Ugh, Tim was right about those garlic fries; we better brush our teeth."

Michael turned to head to the bathroom after saying those words.

"Yeah, but we don't need these," David responded as he pushed his Polo
boxers to the ground. His Bisignani cock was already at full attention.

Michael blushed, but didn't object. He pushed down and off his boxers
too. His dick too was fully erect; whether it was the kiss alone or what
was to follow, both the boys were ready. Michael took his iPhone with him
into the bathroom that sat between the guestroom and Jordan's room.

"What's that for?"

Michael giggled, "you know... We don't have many pictures of us
together... like this. I want to be able to remember what we looked like
when we get old like Tim."

Well dang, if I didn't think he'd like it I go in there and spank his bare
behind for thinking I am old, but I guess to a twelve year old,
thirty-three must seem ancient.

"Just be careful," David warned, "remember that Brian got busted by his mom
when she found his naked pics on his phone."

"Yeah," Michael laughed, "but Brian is way stupid; he didn't even try to
hide them. I have mine hidden in an app that looks like a calculator and is
unless you punch in a code."

Michael snapped several pictures in the bathroom mirror of the boys
together in various poses.

"Enough," David said finally, "I want to get biz-ay!"

Michael giggled, "me too."

He leaned in and kissed David and snapped one last pic of that.

"Yuck," he groaned, "let's brush our teeth now."

The two young buds brushed their teeth side by side and kept hip bumping
the other; their stiff dicks bouncing around as they did. Once they were
done with the brushing David pulled out a bottle of mouthwash from one of
the medicine cabinets and took a swig before passing the bottle over to
Michael. David spit out his mouthwash first, Michael quickly followed suit
and that was followed by a rather long and passionate kiss.

"Wow," voiced Michael quietly, "that is sure a lot better."

Michael headed back into the guest bedroom, but David headed into Jordan's
room.

"Where did you?"

David burst into a wide grin, "I was `borrowing' some lube from Jordan."

"That's awesome. I've always wanted to try real lube; I am getting tired of
baby oil."

"Do you think Frank and Jordan are fucking?" Michael asked.

"OMG," David burst out, "of course I do; don't you?"

"Yeah, I think so too," Michael replied.

After a pause, Michael continued very quietly and shyly, "are we going to
fuck sometime?"

David, who seemed the more worldly and dominant of the two was taken aback
a little. He was sitting on the bed Indian style facing Michael; he took
Michael's hands in his.

"Do you want to really," he asked excitedly, "I wasn't sure if you'd want
to."

Michael nodded, "I've looked at a lot of videos on the Internet seeing guys
doing it and when I think about you I see myself on my back with you on top
of me, my legs wrapped around you and you all the way inside me."

Michael's eyes were closed as he described this scene and his face looked
like he was in a state of bliss.

"Then again," he went on as his eyes opened, "I've also thought about you
on your back with your legs wrapped around me as I pushed in and out."

"That's hot," was all David could say at that point.

"But I am scared too," Michael confessed. "I've tried putting things in me
you know, like a sharpie pen and that's okay but when I've tried things a
little thicker t hurts. It can't really hurt all the time right? Or guys
wouldn't do it."

David had recovered a little, "I think it hurts a bit at first, but it gets
better, it has to. Maybe Tim would teach us tomorrow instead of watching a
movie."

Well that made my cock, which was already hard, do a bit of an involuntary
leap.

Michael blushed, "wouldn't you be embarrassed to have Tim see us that way
and to see us doing it?"

David shook his head, "not really. He's already seen us naked; he knows
we've fooled around before and I think he convinced your parents to take
these couple of days so we could be together alone before we are with your
parents for three weeks. We might not have the chance to do what we usually
do."

Which caused me to wonder, what was it that they usually did together?

"Speaking of which," David said with an evil grin as he pushed forward into
Michael, causing Michael to fall back on the bed.

Michael didn't protest he just giggled and opened his legs. David for his
part got in between Michael's legs and leaned down to kiss him. Michael
responded by wrapping his arms around David's body and thrusting his hips
up into David's groin as David ground down into Michael. The impassioned
kissing went on for a few minutes before David broke off the kiss and
headed immediately for Michael's uncut cock. Michael was at least five
inches with a dusting of light brown pubic hairs; despite Michael's
beautiful blonde hair, his pubes were several shades darker. David pushed
down Michael's foreskin exposing the light purple head and went to work on
it with his tongue. That caused groaning and squirming from Michael who
soon spun around to be underneath David so he could suck him at the same
time. As Michael held onto David's small cheeks he grabbed at them and
massaged them, exposing David's unseeing eye to me. The wrinkly opening
excited me, but I tried to remember that this was little David, who
suddenly wasn't so little anymore.

The boys bucked and moaned, rolled over a couple of times, all the while
never letting the other's cock leave their mouth. When I saw Michael dig
his nails into David's butt I figured he was climaxing and as David's
cheeks clenched and he pushed down, I figured he was cumming too.

"Oh gawd, I think that was the best ever," David panted.

"Yeah," Michael agreed, "without worrying about my mother knocking on the
door or anything I just went for it."

The two lay on the bed for a little while, breathing deeply as they
recovered from the session.

"Bet you can't pin me," Michael challenged David.

"Bet you I can," was the response.

I was expecting the boys to wrestle naked on the bed, but instead David got
the lube, squirted big glops on his and Michael's dicks and then started to
hump Michael, dick to dick. Obviously the `bet you can't pin me' was some
kind of private code between the two because it was obvious the only intent
here was to get off on each other and not try to pin anyone. David pumped
away on top of Michael, his hands on Michael's shoulders, breathing heavily
as he did, then suddenly, with no effort, David was on his back and Michael
was the one in charge now pumping away. Michael had his hands on David's
shoulders as he humped, pinning David down; then Michael lowered himself
onto David as the intensity of the gyrations went up. As Michael lifted his
hip off David to thrust back down his pucker was exposed to me; it looked
every bit as cute and lickable as David's did. I wondered if these two
asked me for help on how to fuck tomorrow if I'd be able to keep my tongue
out of either opening.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming," Michael declared.

"Oh me too," David matched.

`Me too' I said under my breath as I shot a load into a rag I kept in a
drawer in my desk.

Michael lay quietly, unmoving on David. David ran his hands gently over
Michael's back, stroking him.

"We so need to find alone time in Hawaii so we can do this," Michael
declared finally.

"Yeah," was David's agreeing nod, "we need to convince your parents they
can go to some romantic dinners and leave us in the hotel."

They both giggled at the same time.

"Let's shower," David said, "I suddenly am tired actually."

I was too to be honest. The intensity and sensuality of the scene I'd just
witnessed was pretty intense and I was ready for bed too. I was asleep when
Marco came home from Quince, in a dream reliving the scene I'd seen
earlier, but his crawling into bed awoke me. I think he was shocked at the
intense, passionate love making that followed.

"I don't know what that dream was you were having when I came home, but I
hope you have it again."

"I'll tell you in the morning," I yawned, "you won't believe it."

In the morning Marco and I were entwined under the sheets of our bed when
they were suddenly yanked off us. I had been semi-awake, but Marco
wasn't. Double trouble, the tween version, was standing at the foot of our
bed looking very pleased with themselves until they saw Marco and I were
naked and both sporting morning wood, then they panicked that maybe we'd be
pissed.

David started to apologize profusely and Michael covered his eyes.

Marco just laughed at the two of them, "what, you've never seen morning
wood before?"

He slid out of bed with his thick, seven plus inch Calabrian salame
bouncing as he did. David's eyes threatened to pop out of his head as he
saw his older brother. Michael was now peeking through his fingers.

"Will I be that big?" David wanted to know, now more curious than
embarrassed.

Before Marco could answer Michael blurted out, "well if it is then it isn't
going me!"

Michael's hands that had been over his eyes now covered his mouth as he
realized what he'd said.

"You'd be surprised Michael," I said as I rolled out of bed too
unashamedly, "at how stretchable the human anatomy can be and how many guys
want just that."

Marco and I headed to the bathroom to release the pressure from our
bladders leaving the two stunned tweens in the bedroom. They were sitting
on the bed when Marco and I returned.

"I suppose you two are hungry again," I said, more of a statement than a
question.

I got an eager nod from both.

"Are you showered?"

Again I got the eager nod.

"Give Marco and me ten minutes and we can head to Dottie's True Blue, there
shouldn't be a line yet."

Marco and I showered quickly and when we returned to the bedroom, the boys
were still on my bed, unwilling to give up their discovery of the relaxed
attitude about clothes in my condo.

"Do Jordan and Frank know you two walk around naked all the time," asks
David in a smart-alecky, but cute kind of way.

"It's Jordan that makes us walk around naked," I explain with a grin.

David has a disbelieving face.

"No it's true," Marco supports me, "Frank and Jordan almost never have
clothes on when they are here. They might be wearing robes, but nothing
else."

I think David is still unconvinced, but Michael has a grin that says he
hopes it is true. We head over to Dottie's and got in in less than ten
minutes, which is a minor miracle. Dottie's is famous for their pancakes so
everyone orders a side of pancakes to go with their egg and meat main
breakfast. It is a content and full pair of tween eating machines that
Marco and I return home with.

I settle down in the Great Room to catch a rare Friday NFL pre-season game,
Tennessee vs Buffalo, Marco heads to my office to jump on the Internet and
David and Michael disappear back into the guest room. I know I shouldn't
have been surprised, but I was, when Michael and David flopped down on the
couch next to me in bathrobes with obviously nothing else on underneath.

"Don't think you need to wear clothes on our account," grins David, the
obvious ringleader since Michael is red as a beat.

"Marco!" I yell down the hallway.

As Marco enters the Great Room I use both hands to point at David and
Michael like, `what am I supposed to do with these two'.

"If you can't beat `em, join `em." he waxes poetically.

Not what I wanted to hear, but I know when I am out voted and out
maneuvered. I go back to my bedroom, strip down and return in my bathrobe,
albeit tightly fastened. We watch the game and Marco joins us a little
later, dressed also in only a robe. David starts to move away from my side
so Marco can sit there.

"Stay," he tells David, "I'll take this one."

Michael giggles as Marco pulls him to his side, but I can tell he likes it;
never having had a sibling, especially not an older brother, Michael has
really enjoyed the feeling of being another Bisignani. He relishes the
attention and affection he gets from the kids in the Bisignani family.

After the game ends, Marco whips up an Italian lunch for us all. He has
always been a good cook, but he is turning into a chef. These past few
months have been great for his skill set and knowledge. Michael from Quince
says he'll be sorry to see him go. After fixing our lunch Marco has to go
to work. He kisses me goodbye and pecks the cheek of the two boys as he
leaves.

"Okay you two," I say as Marco leaves, "enough sluggo time, go get your
Speedos on and throw some dry clothes in a backpack. We need to get a
workout in."

The two obey rather excitedly; they are up for something different. We
drive over to St Ignatius and head for the pool. I know water polo practice
has started, but if I remember the practice schedule I saw correctly, they
should be in conditioning mode right now. As we enter the pool I was right,
they are just swimming laps. Coach Joe comes over to say hi.

Joe looks at his watch, "Aren't you guys a little early for practice? Like
two years two too early?"

"Yeah, but if we stay at my place any more today these two are going to
bankrupt me with all the food they eat. I was hoping we could sneak in some
laps."

"Not a problem," Joe replies. "Mike and Dave, you go to the far left; you
know Kristopher and Nicholas, you can work in with their group. Tim, if you
want to go to the right you can swim with Jon, Bryce and Peter and push
them a little."

It is cool to see David and Michael just nod, put on their swim caps and
goggles and slip in the water with the Frosh water polo players. A year ago
they'd have been intimidated, but now they know all these guys from Fog
City, including the seniors. I get a warm greeting from the varsity guys.

"You going to help me in the hole this year Tim?" senior hole set Peter
wants to know.

"Yeah, I'll be coming down once a week or so to beat on you and teach you a
trick or two."

The brief respite over, the boys go back to swimming the workout with me
pace setting the laps. The workout lasts a good ninety minutes and it feels
great. My swim workouts are usually on my own during the week at Stanford
so it is nice to be pushed a little by competitive swimmers. Michael and
David join me on the pool deck as they finish their workout.

"Now what?" David wants to know.

"Now we shower and change and then go get dinner."

"Shower with the team?" Michael asks, his voice rising at the end.

"Yeah, with the team."

This is another big step for the twelve year old pair. Showering with your
twelve year old teammates is one thing, but showering with high school boys
is a bit more intimidating, but neither one wants to admit to being nervous
so they follow me into the locker room. I choose showers next to Jon and
Bryce and David and Michael follow. We all just chat away until Jon decides
it is time to rinse his Speedo out. Jon, when he is hard, is bigger than
both Marco and me; only Jon's boyfriend Dylan has a bigger dick in our
little group with Madison being about the same.

Jon drops his Speedo and lifts it to the shower head. Michael and David go
silent while they examine the naked Jon. While Jon isn't hard right now,
you can tell he is a big boy when he is. I think I see a faint smile on
Jon's face as the attention from the twelve year olds is obvious. I go
next, which shifts the attention of the boys and creates confusion as to
where to look, which is further compounded when Bryce removes and rinses
his Speedo. Not only that but soon the freshman guys, Kristopher, Winston,
Nicholas and the rest are naked too. This has to be over stimulation for
the twelve years who through natural curiosity are trying to take it all
in.

"C'mon you two, rinse your suits, we need to get going," I jibe David and
Michael.

I see a slight hesitation as the boys weigh the embarrassment of being the
youngest guys there and how developed the other guys are compared to them,
but David plunges ahead and shoves down his Speedo and Michael, encouraged
by David's action does too. Once the boys realize no one is really paying
attention to them, or so they think, they get more comfortable. I think I
detect some interest from incoming Kristopher. I'll have to remember to ask
Jordan and Frank if they know if, if I can do it discretely. His interest
could be just that of normal curiosity.

"Can you guys join us for dinner?" I ask Jon and Bryce.

"I'd love to but this is the last Friday Dylan and I will have in awhile
with school and the season starting," Jon replies.

"I think I can, but let me call home and check," is Bryce's reply.

It turns out Bryce can join us. Being Friday night and I haven't made
reservations already it would be hard to get into a lot of places locals
like so I may need something more touristy for us to get in. When everyone
is dressed, we look okay, but not good enough for too fine of a dining
place. I decide to take a run at the House of Prime Rib and see if we can
get in. When we enter the front door I can feel the weight of the hostess's
judgment on the four of us in shorts, but I completely ignore her and
instead greet the elderly man with his back to me.

"Good evening Joe."

Joe turns with a smile at the sound of my voice, but it turns to a frown
when he sees the four of us.

"I don't know," he start, as he reaches to shake my hand, "if we have
enough prime rib to satisfy four hungry men, but I guess we'll find
out. Pam, show these gentlemen to number seventeen."

"Yes Mr. Betz," she responds with a guilty look and escorts us to our
table.

All of us opt for the King Henry VIII cut, which is the biggest cut they
have, and all the trimmings that come with a traditional English prime rib
dinner. I am stuffed when we leave and I hope the boys are too. They
finished every morsel on their plates. Arriving back at the condo after
dropping off Bryce at school to get his car, the boys disappear to the
guest bedroom, only to reemerge in their bathrobes.

"Aren't you going to get comfortable?" Michael asks me in the most innocent
voice possible.

I haven't forgotten that last night they were talking about asking me to
teach them the finer points of lovemaking. I wonder if this is the opening
salvo, but I go get undressed anyway and return in my bathrobe.

"What now guys," I ask to get the ball rolling, "wanna watch a movie?"

The tweens look at each other and it looks like David is the appointed
spokesperson.

"We wanted to ask you something."

"Okay, shoot."

David bites his lower lip and asks the question, but not quite the one I
was expecting.

"Do you think we are too young to have sex?"

I know what they mean, or I think I know.

"Are you talking about any sexual activity or..." I pause, looking for a
polite way to say fucking.

"Fucking," Michael blurts out, ending my dilemma for me.

I sit down in between them.

"No, I don't think you are too young. I wasn't much older than you two when
I started having sex, but I regret some of the choices I made on who I was
having sex with. I know a lot of gay and bi guys who feel the same way,
even some of my straight friends. I wasn't struggling to find a word to use
instead of `fucking' because I am afraid of the word, but it is such a
crude sounding word, for something that is supposed to be beautiful and
wonderful."

I pause and decide to plunge ahead with all the frankness I can.

"I've fucked and been fucked by quite a few guys. I've made love with very
few and that is mostly sad. Blow jobs and hand jobs don't involve the same
intimacy as anal sex and even with them the danger exists of that sexual
contact being only about pleasing yourself. Sex should be something that
people who care about each other share to deepen their relationship, but it
should only be one part of the equation in the relationship. I am
embarrassed to say I had a good deal of recreational sex before I
understood that what I was doing wasn't good for me in the long run."

I looked to the boys who were hanging on every word I was saying.

"Do you understand? Does it make sense to you?"

They looked at each other again and by the change of expression and posture
you could see an epiphany had occurred without any words being spoken.

"So you are saying," Michael spoke up now, "that we are ready in some ways,
but if we want to do it, we should do it at a time when it is special to
us, not just because we are horny and want to try."

"Something along those lines."

"David, can you help me get some drinks from the kitchen?" Michael asked
his best buddy.

Yeah, it probably shouldn't have taken five minutes to get three glasses of
Mountain Dew with ice, but it was worth the wait.

Michael took the lead this time, which I was glad to see. I like the idea
of both boys growing in the relationship and not just one being the leader
and one being the follower.

"We'd like you to teach us how to make love," he paused before choosing the
phrase `make love', "but we don't think we are ready yet. When we are, will
you help us?"

"With pleasure," I smiled, "want to watch a movie now?"

"Yeah," they replied in unison.

Amy and Russell returned the next day and the day after that the four of
them headed off to Honolulu. That same day, Marco and I headed to the Napa
Valley. Normally I'd stay at the Harvest Inn, just on the outskirts of St
Helena, which is my favorite town in the Napa Valley, but since Marco
couldn't drink at any of the wineries nearby I chose the Auberge du Soleil
in Rutherford so we could just chill in a nice environment these last few
days before he started at Stanford.

We left San Francisco early so we could beat traffic out of the
city. Knowing we wouldn't be able to check in until 3PM we stopped at
Bouchon in Yountville for lunch. It is the lesser known of Thomas Keller's
restaurants in Napa, but we'd be having dinner at the French Laundry later
in the trip so I thought Bouchon would be a good warm up. After lunch we
headed over to the CIA; no, not the spy agency, but the Culinary Institute
of America, who has a branch in the former Christian Brothers Winery. It is
a gorgeous setting and someplace that Marco might want to consider after
college. My hope is that he goes on for his masters after Stanford, but
decisions like that are a long ways off still.

We ate in the hotel that night. Because the hotel is set high in a hill
overlooking this area of the Napa Valley we chose the less formal dining
terrace for its stunning views and the coolness as a breeze blew through in
the hot August night. While Marco couldn't drink in the restaurant, we'd
picked up some wine that day at the Grgich Hills Estate on the way back
from the CIA. We snuggled on a couch on our terrace, looking out over the
valley and sipping the very fine Cabernet. I was feeling rather maudlin,
what with Marco off to college in less than a week.

"Dude, you need to cheer the fuck up," Marco admonished me, "you act like I
am going to Harvard. You are on campus every morning for your swim, your
office is three miles from campus and we have the condo in Downtown Palo
Alto. It isn't like we aren't going to see each other."

"I know," I sighed, "but this is the opening of a whole new chapter in your
life. I think about how different I was from when I entered college to when
I graduated."

Marco rolled his eyes, "yeah, you entered college straight and came out
gay, maybe Stanford will transform me too and I'll come out straight."

I laughed because I knew the point he was making.

"When you went to Stanford you had a big secret you were keeping, you
weren't in a relationship with a wonderful guy and your career became
something totally different than you ever anticipated. I love you and
nothing is going to change that. I plan to marry you one day when it is
legal and we are going to have a wonderful life together."

I liked the certainty that Marco exhibited, but even as mature as he was,
he was just eighteen still and he might find someone or something to pull
him away from me. Even worse, what I wanted for him was for him to put
himself out there and experience things like fraternity life, clubs and
organizations where he might meet that person who would replace me in his
affections, but I felt he owed it to himself to expose himself to all that
college could offer. My big sigh as these thoughts roiled through my head
caused another Marco eye roll.

That was when he pulled me into the room, threw me on the bed and made his
case for us belonging together. Three climaxes later I began to see his
point.

Since Marco couldn't go to wineries for tastings, I decided to have a
realtor show us some properties around St Helena. The real estate crisis in
the country was starting to deepen and I knew a lot of these Napa Valley
homes and estates were second homes, some were even spec homes. The cash in
my portfolio just continued to build up so I was looking at ways to lessen
it rather than just lose it in taxes. Real estate seemed to be a good place
to look right now. The realtor was a nice middle aged lady named Margaret
from one of the local real estate agencies, a local one, not one of the big
national agencies.

The first two estates Margaret showed us were nice, very nice actually, but
just nothing that really struck me. It was when she drove to the third one
on Conn Valley Road that I was smitten. I was halfway sold on the property
before I even saw the house. The entry drive had massive stone pillars with
a gate that swung open by remote control and then a lane with stone walls
that meandered up the hill to the house. At the top of the hill there were
several out buildings, two were obviously barns and the other three were
the vineyard office, a guest house and an entertainment building, as the
realtor called it. And then there was the main house, a California Ranch
House, Mission Style with two wings extending out from the main entrance.

We stepped into a high ceiling entry way; while the exterior might have
been old Mission Style, the inside was very modern and Nuevo Mission. The
interior ceiling was all wood and exposed beams, `California oak', Margaret
pointed out. You could see through the entry way to a living room and
through that to a broad covered patio. We started in the living room and
she showed us the dining room and kitchen. The kitchen was huge and modern,
Marco nodded his approval. She then took us down the right wing of the
house that had two guest bedrooms, each with its own bathroom, and the
guest rooms connected to each other via a courtyard with a fountain in
it. There was a library in the wing and a conservancy at the end of the
wing. The mostly glass room had sweeping views of the Napa Valley and St
Helena.

Margaret led us out of the conservancy to the covered back patio and showed
us the outdoor kitchen and the infinity pool that looked over the rest of
the property and had the same sweeping views of the valley below. Walking
back into the house she showed us the five thousand bottle, temperature
controlled wine room, an office, a media room and the third guest
bedroom. It was all very nice, but I noticed a smirk on her face as she led
us into the master bedroom and I quickly got the smirk. The master bedroom
was incredibly impressive. While it wasn't quite as big as my current one,
it was still very impressive and the bed was situated so you awoke looking
out over the valley. The set-up was breathtaking.

The master bedroom was attached to the third guest room much like the other
two guest rooms, by having a courtyard in between the two. In my mind I was
already knocking out walls and plotting how to incorporate the third guest
room into part of the master suite so the courtyard would be private.

Margaret didn't say a lot on the tour, but she really didn't have to. The
house was selling itself. We next toured the out buildings. The vineyard
office building had a small office inside it, two desks in the reception
area, a small bathroom with a shower and a mini kitchen. It could easily be
converted to a guesthouse, but there was already a guesthouse, which we
inspected next. It was good sized with an enormous bathroom and again, a
mini kitchen. The first barn was just a barn with stable and tack room big
enough for six horses. The second barn contained farm implements related to
the vineyard and its loft contained an apartment with two bedrooms, a
bathroom, a living area and a full kitchen. I guess it had been built for
the vineyard manager. I was already in love with the property when Margaret
took us to the building she had called the `entertainment building'.

As she walked us over she explained that the owners had intended to use the
building for weddings and anniversary parties and maybe corporate events,
but the husband's much younger wife had found someone her age with as much
money as her much older husband and left him. The husband now had no
interest in the entire property and the 150 acre vineyard and buildings
were for sale as a result. Entering the building there was an entry lobby,
on either side of the lobby were men's and lady's restrooms; once you were
through the lobby there was a large open space with an entire wall of
sliding glass doors that led to a covered patio with fire pits. It was what
was on the opposite wall that attracted Marco's attention. It was an open
kitchen of incredible size.

"This is twice the size of Quince's kitchen," Marco murmured to no one in
particular.

I followed him as he walked through the kitchen. He was touching just about
every stove, refrigerator and implement in it.

"This is all top flight equipment and it looks barely used," he said to me.

"They actually only had two events here before the divorce," Margaret
chimed in. "They never even used the inside fireplace because both of the
events were during summer."

I had observed the giant river stone fireplace in the main hall when we
came in, but Marco's attention on the kitchen had pulled me away from
it. Now we walked out onto the patio. It had the same great view as the
main house, but you couldn't see the main house because of the way the
build was laid out. I was sure Marco's mind was working at full speed on
what he was seeing.

"Parking," he simply said.

When I looked at him quizzically he completed his thought.

"Assuming we could get permits to operate a restaurant full time here, we
would need a lot more permanent parking. Parking on grass and dirt is fine
for the occasional event, but if you are open six or seven days a week you
really need paved parking."

I smiled a little.

"I know, I know," Marco responded, holding his hands up defensively, "I
start Stanford Monday and move into the dorm on Friday and nothing is going
to change that. I have four years ahead of me and then probably two more
for grad school, but this set-up is just so perfect."

"I agree," I nodded, "I've had the same thoughts you did."

Marco smiled back and a moment of understanding passed between us.

"Are you ready to place an offer then?" Margaret explored expectantly.

"Yeah, I think we are, but I'll hand you off to my real estate lawyer. What
is the asking price?"

"$15.9 million," she said with some trepidation.

I am sure she was wondering where a 33 year old would come up with that
kind of scratch.

"But I think we could get generous payment terms with the owner carrying
back the paper," she said, hoping that would be an incentive.

Marco laughed a little, which caused confusion on Margaret's face.

"Whatever the final price is, I'll just pay cash," I responded quietly.

I tried very hard to not sound haughty when I said it, but it is hard to
sound humble when you tell someone you have enough cash lying around to buy
something for $16 million by simply writing a check. Margaret tried to keep
her face cool looking, but I could see the wheels spinning, already
spending her $500,000 commission.

We had two more relaxing days in St Helena before we had to return and
Marco had to finish his packing for Stanford. I was more mopey than
usual. Marco, Jordan, Frank and the rest of the regulars tried to keep my
mind occupied by asking me all kinds of questions on various topics, but I
knew what they were doing and that made it worse in some ways.

All too quickly the day arrived for Marco to move into Wilbur Hall, his
dorm at Stanford. He had the 4Runner packed with goods and I had the Range
Rover packed pretty full too. Frank and Jordan drove down with me. They
were in high spirits on the way, thinking this was going to be like our
previous trips to Stanford, just fun and frivolity. They didn't know they
were about to be used as pack animals to help move in all of Marco's goods
for his dorm room.

I actually cheered up a bit when we got to Wilbur Hall. So many good
memories of my move in day at Stanford sixteen years earlier came flooding
back to me as I observed the families with their kids, who were taking
their first big step to adulthood. I liked to think I could pick who were
the families dropping off their eldest child and which ones were old pros,
but I soon realized I couldn't. Teresa looked as stressed as I was. Even
though Joey Jr and Anthony were already in college, neither had moved out
their freshman year since both were in school in San Francisco.

We got all the boxes and clothes moved into Marco's dorm room on the second
floor then Jordan and Frank took off to go play an impromptu game of
football with some of the other siblings who'd come along to see their
brothers and sisters off. Teresa and I helped Marco unpack; he was full of
enthusiasm and excitement while Teresa and I were less exuberant. I knew I
was being silly, today was Friday and I'd be back on campus Monday at 6AM
at the Avery Aquatics Center swimming with the water polo team. I could in
theory see Marco any day, but I still had the fear that at Stanford he'd
meet someone on campus and I'd become yesterday's news.

Teresa's fears were only slightly less irrational. She too could see him
any time; he was a lot closer now than he had been in Italy and in Italy he
proved that he could be on his own and maybe that was what bothered her the
most; the idea that he didn't need her like he once had. I know my mother
had that anxiety too when I left LA to move to Palo Alto, but she soon
realized I'd always need her and Teresa would figure that out as well.

I gathered the two wayward football players and took all of us, Marco
included, out to dinner at Evvia Estiatorio. Even though it is a Greek
restaurant, it was much closer to Calabrian food than any Italian
restaurant in the area. The meal was very good and surprising upbeat until
it was time to give hugs and kisses goodbye to Marco. I went first.

"Don't forget me," I said melodramatically.

Marco rolled his eyes, "we can have lunch Monday if that makes you feel
better."

I shook my head no, "get settled into your routine and we can have lunch or
dinner then; invite your roommate if you want."

The bambinos, Frank and Jordan went next. They were the most sensible and
knew Marco was only a short drive down the peninsula, so they didn't see
the big deal. Marco said something that cracked the boys up and had them
laughing. Teresa went last and hugged Marco for a long time. It dawned on
me that even though Teresa knew he was close in distance; it wasn't about
that, it was in the knowing that Marco was growing up and that from this
point on their relationship was going to be different.

Once we were on the drive back though Teresa cheered up considerably and
chatted with Jordan and Frank who would be starting football practice at St
Ignatius on Monday. The two fourteen year olds were thrilled to be starting
high school and couldn't wait to start football practice, even though they
were both a little nervous too. I knew the feeling though; I remember how
that first day of high school water polo practice was for me. You were
excited, scared, ready and not ready all at once. Marco and I had taken the
boys out shopping a month ago to buy their cleats and jock straps with
cups. Even though they both had jocks with cups for baseball already, they
decided they needed to start high school out fresh. They'd then taken
delight in modeling their new jocks for Marco and me and anyone else who
happened to be around. I'd also made the boys wear their cleats around and
go play catch with me in the park so they'd be well broken in before
two-a-days started.

Teresa had left her car at my condo where she said good night to me and the
two boys. Frank and Jordan were going to spend tonight and Saturday night
with me since it would be their last chance for awhile to have this kind if
freedom. Once school started and they had sports and studies, they wouldn't
have the free time they'd had this summer, or even in eighth grade; they
understood that high school and especially St Ignatius was going to be a
lot more intense when it came to classes. I was tired from the day, not so
much physically as emotionally so I said good night to Frank and Jordan and
headed off to bed.

I came out of the bathroom and two giggling fourteen year olds were in my
bed.

"And what is this," I asked.

"Do you know what Marco said to me when he was hugging us goodbye?" Frank
answered back.

"I don't, but it sure made you two laugh."

"He said, `make sure Tim is inside a Bisignani tonight' so we are here to
make that happen."

I started to protest, but Jordan silenced me and threw the covers off him
and Frank. Both were of course stark naked and both sporting the beginnings
of erections.

"Stop. You know you want to fuck Frank, Frank wants you to fuck him and
then whether or not you know it, Frank really wants to fuck you so that is
what is happening tonight."

As much as the logical part of my mind wanted to protest, the sight of the
two of them naked, rapidly hardening and the truth of what Jordan said
overruled any possible rational thought. I just dropped my boxers and
crawled in between the pair.

"I am glad you see resistance is futile," Jordan purred as he kissed me
gently.

"Futile," Frank repeated as he kissed me too.

"Futile," I sighed as Jordan moved down to take my partially hard cock into
his mouth.

I kissed Frank a couple of more times before I decided if I am in, I am
in. With that affirmation in my head, I pulled Frank's hips up to me so I
could suck him. Since Frank and I had had our jack-off session I'd had a
couple, well several, masturbatory fantasies about sucking him to
completion, fucking him and having him fuck me as well. Out with the
fantasy, in with the reality. I didn't have sex with Marco until he was
sixteen, but I imaged that at fourteen he was probably a lot like Frank and
a pang of jealously coursed through me as I thought of the men that had
been with the fourteen year old Marco.

It had only been a couple of months since Frank and I had jacked off
together, but I swear his dick had grown half an inch and was thicker
now. He was about the same length as Jordan, which is just under seven
inches, and getting close to the same thickness. I bobbed and licked,
licked and bobbed on Frank while Jordan did the same to me. I tugged down
on Frank's nuts a little; they were warm and mostly hairless, and then I
reached further under to finger the top of his o-ring.

Frank let a little, sigh out, "Jordan get the lube out."

Jordan pulled off of his sucking of me to grab some lube out of the night
stand. When he had it he started to coat my cock with the cool lube. Frank
pulled his dick out of my mouth and made me lie back while he straddled
me. He bent down to kiss me and I knew Jordan was now lubing and prepping
Frank's hole. I figured that meant that Frank was going to sit on me to
start, which is a really good idea. It is exactly how I like to have guys
who aren't used to bottoming start. The kissing was sweet, almost like
kissing Jordan had been the first time we hooked up. I heard a loud
`thwack' sound that was Jordan laying a spank on Frank's butt.

"I think that means Jordan thinks I'm ready," Frank chortled.

"Are you?" I asked back. I wanted him to be sure about this.

"I was ready two months ago that day we jacked off. I was hoping you'd join
Jordan and me that day."

"I'm glad we waited, but if you are ready now, go ahead."

Frank reached back for my dick, placed it at his opening and guided me into
him. Then he slowly lowered his body weight down and my cock slid in pretty
easily. I guess I shouldn't have been too surprised; as I looked at
Jordan's hard dick next to me he was only a half inch shorter than me now
at most and just as thick. I reached over to slide my hand down it, just to
confirm that mind you.

"Do you want to put some lube on it?" I asked suggestively.

Jordan grinned as he replied, "no, I am going to stick it in your mouth and
I know you hate the taste of lube."

That's my Jordan, ever the dominant bottom, but I had to admit I couldn't
see any flaws in his plan.

Frank adjusted around, got comfortable and then started to rock up and down
on my cock; Jordan lubed up Frank's dick and started to massage it while
maneuvering his dick into my mouth. It had been a long time since I'd given
Jordan a blow job. As I swallowed him and his pubis came down to my nose I
noticed how thick his pubic hair had gotten. The patch of hair area wasn't
any bigger than it had been when I met Jordan nearly two years ago, but it
was noticeably thicker; no more sparse pubes, but a more grown up Jordan.

Jordan leaned in to kiss Frank, Frank undulated, I sucked, Jordan jerked...
there were a lot of moving parts here. I reached up to cup Jordan's ass and
while the skin was still smooth and silky, the muscles were even harder
than they had been. Jordan moaned a little; I don't know if it was from my
sucking his dick, the caressing his ass or the fact that my finger had just
found its way inside him; maybe all three.

We silently continued our erotic dance for how long I don't know, perhaps
seven or eight minutes before Jordan broke off the kiss with Frank and
stopped his slow jerk of him. He turned his attention to me and started to
slowly move his hard cock in and out of my mouth. I stopped my bobbing and
let Jordan do all the work. Once I'd stopped that, he picked up speed and
so I drove my finger deeper inside him to find his magic button. When I
felt his sphincter slam down on my finger I knew I was about to get a
mouthful of warm love and Jordan didn't disappoint me.

"Ah fuck," he gasped as he shot a load down my throat.

A few more pumps, another kiss of Frank and Jordan pulled back.

"It is time for you to finish off Frank," he grinned at me.

I knew what he meant. Frank did too.

I grabbed Frank's waist and held myself tight inside him while I rolled him
onto his back. I pushed his knees back which caused his butt to rise up a
bit higher, but I made sure my dick stayed in all the way. It was a sight
to behold; I was having a hard time wrapping my head around my dick being
inside Frank, but there it was right in front of me. I started a slow pump,
but as I like to do I started to pick up speed. Frank was grunting
slightly, I was breathing hard and I am not sure Jordan was breathing at
all. Faster and faster I drove down into Frank with increasing frenzy and
purpose. I knew the climax was going to be soon for me.

"Close," was all I had to say for Frank to pick up the speed of his
jacking.

Not more than forty seconds later I let loose not only an incredible
ejaculation, but all the anxiety I'd built up over Marco going Stanford
over the past few months. In a moment of complete clarity I knew everything
would be okay no matter how things turned out.

I withdrew slowly from Frank.

"Holy fuck, was that intense," Frank bubbled, "I've never been fucked by
someone so big before."

"Well Jordan is about as big as me," I said puzzled.

Frank shook his head, "I don't mean dick size, I mean bulky and... well,
man-like."

"I am glad you enjoyed it," I smiled at him.

"I hope it is just as good when I pound the hell out you."

I choked laughing at the relish with which he said it.

But before we got to that, Jordan topped me. Over the almost two years I'd
known Jordan my role had gone from older friend slash mentor, to older
friend slash mentor slash lover, back to almost father figure slash mentor,
but damn if it didn't feel great to have Jordan the lover back. A small
part of me fretted that this intimacy between us as lovers would compromise
my role as mentor, father figure, but no; I knew Jordan was grounded enough
now that what we had was something special and it always would be.

The Jordan that fucked me this night had the same enthusiasm as the Jordan
that fucked me after the opera had, but now it was combined with eighteen
months experience with several lovers. I'd forgotten how intense my love
for Jordan was. I loved Marco just as intensely, but in a very different
way. Marco would be a partner for life, Jordan my special love.

Frank proved to be a quite capable top too. It again made me think that
this is what Marco must have been like four years ago as he started down
this path. I loved that I was able to experience this with Frank and I'd be
ever grateful for him helping me to shake off my melancholy. After Jordan
topped me and then Frank topped him, we were all pretty spent and
exhausted. Just before we fell asleep Jordan made me promise that I'd top
him soon, he'd missed our times together.

I woke up early as usual, went out for a jog and when I came home, the boys
were still in bed and looked to be unconscious, but I knew how to fix
that. I started frying a mess of bacon and soon two zombie like teens
emerged from the back of the condo.

"What no coffee?" grumbled Jordan.

"I want pancakes," Frank mumbled to no one in particular and then turned to
Jordan, "wow the service here is really slow."

I laughed at my two miscreants, "okay, that's it... Felix, you are on
coffee duty, Bisignani, you can start mixing the pancake batter... then I
can grumble about bad service."

They both smiled at me and go to the tasks they would have done anyway, but
they couldn't resist poking at me a little. Halfway through breakfast,
Jordan spoke up.

"We need to shopping after this."

"What is it that we need?"

"Food, and lots of it," Frank answered.

My puzzled look caused Frank to explain further.

"It is the last free Saturday of summer for all the fall athletes and we
noticed you being all mopey with Marco going away so we decided we needed a
little party this afternoon."

I was fine with that, I just wondered how many people that meant.

"Who is coming?"

"Dylan and Jon, Madison and Bryce, Tyler and Patrick, Devon and banker
Ryan, Nick and Alex and maybe a couple of other guys." Jordan rattled off
the list using his fingers.

"That just sounds like a normal Saturday to me," I shrugged.

"It is kind of," Jordan conceded, "but I called everyone to make sure
they'd be here and know it was special. It has been awhile since every guy
made it here at the same time, on the same weekend, so I thought it would
be cool that we all had one last good time before school and sports start."

"Works for me," I nodded approvingly, "did you know what you wanted for a
menu?"

"Nothing big, burgers, dogs, chips, cookies...  oh and I ordered a cake."

That caused me to smile, the ever resourceful Jordan.

"Where is the cake from?"

"Just Whole Foods."

We finished up breakfast and cleaned up. Jordan and Frank went to go shower
in Jordan's bathroom and I went to mine. I was dressed and ready to go in
about fifteen minutes, but I figured Frank and Jordan would be awhile, but
to my surprise they came out five minutes later, ready to go.

"Either you two set a record for fastest sex ever, or nothing happened," I
teased.

"We are saving up for one last big blow out tonight," confided Jordan and
then continued in a defeated voice, "Sunday night is almost like a school
night because Frank and I have football at 6AM on Monday morning."

We picked up the food from Whole Foods and were home by 11AM, which was
good because the first of our guests started to arrive at 11:30AM. Dylan
and Jon were the first to arrive. I had seen Dylan at the JO's in San Jose,
but we hadn't really had a chance to talk much. I hoped I'd be able to
corner him later on and catch up. Tyler and Patrick were the next couple to
show up. Ever since Tyler and Patrick had been dating they'd been a regular
part of the informal gatherings at my condo, even though Patrick lived in
Santa Cruz. Bryce and Madison showed up next and Madison in his Banana
Slugs Basketball t-shirt reminded me that he'd be off to college too in a
few weeks. I had to remember to try and talk to Bryce too and see how he
was doing with that. He and Madison had been as tight as boyfriends get and
now Madi was leaving for college.

Alex and Nick, our two newest members of the informal group arrive at the
same time as Ryan and Devon. Now we are as complete as we get. I wonder how
many strays we'll pick up in the coming school year. Just on shear
statistical numbers, out of the fifteen hundred students at St Ignatius
there have to be fifty to sixty gay students and most of them have to be in
panic mode most of the time being in a Jesuit high school. I don't know how
to reach out to those students and let them know they'll be okay and that
they are not alone.

The party goes off without a hitch until it is time for dessert. Jordan
brings out the cake, still in its box and everyone gathers around. I wonder
what is going on, because I don't think it is anyone's birthday. It isn't
until Jordan opens the lid that I lose it. The cake is inscribed, `World's
greatest father'. All the boys hoot and holler and call for me to make a
speech.

"I am flabbergasted guys, I don't know what to say...  thank you. I know
some of you guys think I've done a lot for you, but it is really you guys
who have done a lot for me. There isn't anyone here whose father I wouldn't
be proud to be. I never really knew if I wanted kids or not, but now that I
see the joy and fulfillment that comes from loving someone, watching them
grow and being part of that growth, I know I want kids of my own."

I paused.

"Just because school is starting and sports are starting doesn't mean we'll
slow down on these gatherings. You all know you are welcome here anytime. I
want this to be a place of comfort and refuge. If there is anything you can
do for me, it is to `pay it forward' as they say. Most of you are going to
be juniors or seniors in the next couple of weeks; there are going to be a
lot of new students in school, new freshmen and transfers; they are going
to look up to you just like you looked up when you were freshmen. Keep your
eyes open for kids who need help, kids who are being bullied, maybe kids
who are gay and think they are the only one at St Ignatius..."

That gets a giggle from the St Ignatius students who know exactly what I
mean.

"That's right, a lot of you have been there and you remember how terrifying
that was; so keep your eyes open."


As I looked around the room at the faces I knew they would do that exactly
and we'd have some new faces before the school year was over.

"How about some cake?" was my closing word on the matter.

After everyone was gone and we'd cleaned up Jordan, Frank and I watched
`Mr. Bean's Holiday'. It was every bit as stupid and ridiculous as the
Mr. Bean television show, but it was the very stupidness and ridiculousness
that had the three of us howling throughout the movie. When it ended I
announced I was done in for the day.

"I am going to bed, I'm beat."

Jordan and Frank had looks on their faces like something was going on.

"Okay, what's up?"

"Is it okay if Frank and I sleep in my room tonight?"

I was puzzled at first, but then it struck me what he meant.

"Of course it is okay. I really appreciate last night and you guys breaking
me out of my funk. I expected you two to have the night to yourselves
seeing as how football starts Monday. It'd be awfully embarrassing to have
cum leaking down your leg the first day of two-a-days."

"Ewww, groooooss," the boys said in unison, "but hot," added Frank with a
wicked grin on his face.

I kissed them both goodnight and headed to my bedroom. I was going to be
fine sleeping alone because I was more confident than ever that my future
was going to be fine.

Five weeks into the freshman football season things were going great. The
St Ignatius frosh team was unbeaten and Jordan was the star tailback with
Frank as the number two receiver. Yesterday they'd beaten one huge rival,
Archbishop Mitty, with Jordan running for two touchdowns and Frank catching
a pass for another touchdown. Tonight we were all going to go to out to
dinner and then to the varsity game.

I was sitting in my Friday morning staff meeting when my cell phone buzzed;
it was a San Francisco number I didn't recognize so I ignored it. Less than
a minute later my assistant Dorothy came into the meeting and whispered,
`there's a phone call you need to take.' I left the meeting and picked up
the phone at her desk.

"Tim Price," I barked into the phone.

"Mr. Price, this is Paul Laret from UCSF Medical Center, you are listed as
Marianna Felix's emergency contact."

A chill runs down my spine.

"Yes," I barely get out.

"I am afraid she has been in a very serious accident."

End of Chapter Eighteen