Date: Fri, 12 Aug 2016 15:55:56 -0700
From: Tim P <privatetimm@gmail.com>
Subject: Jordan's Tale - Chapter 20

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20 Jordan's Tale

By Tim Price

After Marianna and Jordan moved back home my condo began to feel
cavernous. It was busy and full with the two of them, with Margarita and
Angelica, the Bisignani Sunday family meal and the rest of the hectic three
months we'd had. It was hectic, but a good hectic; that `abbondanza' or
abundance of life that Italians speak of. When you have a house full of
people you feel a connection and energy that people like me, who grew up in
a smaller household don't get to experience. I was feeling a little out of
sorts with the solitude.

Because of that I was very thankful when Jordan asked me if he could keep
the Wednesday night study buddy sessions at my condo. I had gotten to know
this diverse group of St. Ignatius freshmen and it was amazing to see the
bonds that formed between them. I had the idea that they would all be
lifelong friends. I had friends from high school I was still tight with,
but they were all the swimmers and water polo players I spent so many hours
with. I regretted that I'd hadn't gotten to know George from the drama club
or Steve from the cross country team and Mark, a surfer and BMX rider,
better. They were guys I'd gone all through elementary, middle school and
high school with, but I hardly knew them because we were all so isolated in
our own little worlds. Even though my freshman year the school did a
Colorado River trip for the whole class so we would get to know each other,
we still hung in our own little cliques.

I was home from work on a Wednesday night musing about this. The Wednesday
study group wasn't meeting tonight because St. Ignatius was between
semesters and taking a `ski week'. That was why I was surprised when the
buzzer went off telling me someone was downstairs asking to come up. As I
checked the video screen I saw little Lance Biggins there.

"Come on up Lance," I said into the speaker; he waved to the camera as the
door buzzed open.

A moment later the elevator doors opened and Lance stepped out of them with
a big smile on his face and he greeted me with a firm handshake. I noticed
that the St. Ignatius boys were well trained in the social mores of a more
adult world. They didn't give the limp, awkward handshake that so many teen
boys had, they knew how to shake hands and look someone in the eye
properly. With the Wednesday night group they all greeted me with the firm
adult handshake and gave me a `bro hug' on the way out when they left.

"Hey Lance," I said as I shook his hand, "there is no study group tonight
you know?"

"Yeah, but my mom doesn't know that. I was hoping I could hang with you for
a couple of hours. If I stay home she will make me study even though we are
on break."

I laughed at that, "yeah sure, you are welcome here any time."

"Any time?" Lance pressed me.

"Yeah, sure, why wouldn't you be?" I was puzzled at what he was driving at.

"Even on a weekend"? he asked as casually as he could manage, but his blush
make the nickel drop for me.

How could I phrase this in case I was misreading the question, "is there a
reason you think you might not be welcome?"

Lance's blush turned deeper and he blew out a breath before speaking, "I
think I might like hanging out with some of the guys I know come
over... you know what I mean."

I think I did but I had to tread carefully.

"You mean because there are some juniors and seniors over?"

"I mean because I think there are some gay guys from St. Ignatius who come
over."

Lance, the jovial joker, was looking me directly in the eyes and not joking
at all.

I nodded slowly, "let's go sit down."

I led him not to the Great Room, but to my office that was smaller and more
relaxing and sat on the couch. Lance could have chosen either of the
comfortable chairs next to the couch, but instead sat next to me on the
couch. He didn't sit too close, but neither did he sit at the other end of
it.

"Now what makes you think there is a group of St. Ignatius boys who meet
here on the weekend and what makes you think they are gay?"

Lance looked down at his hands kind of uncomfortably as if he was thinking
maybe he'd said too much; let too much slip.

"I've heard some guys talk about coming over here. I don't think they knew
I was paying attention and they spoke in quiet tones, but Devon Sheets was
talking to Tyler the cross country guy and asking about someone named Pat
and well...  I got the idea maybe Tyler was dating Pat and that Devon was
dating a guy too. I know Frank and Jordan come over and I am pretty sure
they are gay too."

"So now the million dollar question is," I slowly enunciated when Lance
finished, "is why do you want to join them?."

The quick witted Lance shyly smiled at me, "well duh... if you haven't
figured it out by now, I like sucking a little dick now and then."

"Just a little one?" I deadpanned.

That cracked him up, "naw I like the big ones too, but I haven't had many
opportunities."

"Are you telling me you are gay Lance?"

"Yup," he said, bobbing his head up and down, "that is exactly what I am
saying."

"Are you sure?" I pressed him.

"Sure as I can be," he affirmed. "I figured it out in about 7th grade when
I was at Holy Name. All my friends were talking about what big boobs
Catherine Davis was getting and all I could think about was how Bobby
Shields pants bulged when he talked about them. When my dreams started to
be about sex, they were always about guys; Catherine's big boobs never did
a thing for me."

"You said you liked sucking dick; was that a figure of speech or...?"

I left the alternative unsaid.

"Oh no," Lance confirmed for me, "actual experience with certified dicks."

"I don't want to intrude into your life too much, but I am curious if it
was guys at school or...?"

Again I left the alternative open ended.

"No way," he shook his head emphatically. "I'd be scared to death to try
anything with a guy from school. I mean what if I was wrong and he told the
whole school I was queer? No, I meet guys from online usually and do stuff
with them."

I wanted to know more. I am curious if these guys from online are teens or
men, but I don't know how to ask without seeming pervy. I don't want him to
think my curiosity is prurient. Despite the fact I've sex with guys his age
and younger I like to think I've always put the interest of the guy ahead
of mine. There are dozens of boys I could have had sex with if sex was all
I was after. Some of the guys I've talked to online in chat rooms over the
years have come back and talked to me after I turned down their advances or
didn't make advances of my own and thanked me because I didn't.

When I turned them down or didn't hit on them they moved on to someone who
would. They were guys thirteen to seventeen who thought they knew what they
wanted, but after actually meeting a guy from online they found it wasn't
as they envisioned it. A lot of the guys they met lied about their age; a
29 year old who was closer to 49; the picture a guy sent was ten years and
sixty pounds ago and so on. Other guys, even if they didn't lie and the
picture was accurate were just there for the sex and didn't give two rips
about the young guy they were meeting. They got their rocks off and were
done. They regretted a lot of the things they'd done and who they did it
with.

So I was curious about Lance's experiences, but I didn't want to press him
too much.

"How has that turned out for you?"

"Some good, some not so good, but at least I got what I was after usually."

"And what was that?" I asked with a smile.

"A little relief," he said after a pause.

"Do you want to talk about any of the experiences?"

"Not right now, I think I am good, but maybe sometime. I do have questions
I can't really ask anyone I know."

"Like what?"

Lance blushed, but looked up from the distraction of his hands, "like does
anal hurt really bad?"

"Well that is one of the big ones guys always ask. It can hurt really badly
if the top doesn't care about his bottom. The first few times it can be
really uncomfortable, even with someone who cares, especially if they are
inexperienced. But in time, with patience, a caring partner, lots of lube
and experience it is great."

"Can a guy be too small?"

"The second most asked question," I laughed a little. "Not really. I mean
unless you are talking about a twenty-five year old who is two inches. Most
guys are between five inches and seven inches long, anything over or under
is unusual, but not unheard of. Even if a guy was too big or too small
there are still plenty of ways of satisfying your partner."

Lance was quiet a bit before he asked his next question, and he asked in a
slow, unsure voice.

"What is your favorite thing?"

He was looking directly at me as he asked. He was blushing, but he didn't
seem embarrassed about the question.

"Sexually?" I asked rhetorically since I knew what he was asking, "it
depends on the guy I suppose, and the circumstances. I pretty much like it
all, but if I had to pick one thing, I really oral sex a lot."

"Giving or getting," his gaze still holding mine.

"Both, sometimes at the same time."

My answer didn't seem to fully satisfy him.

"What?" I asked puzzled.

"Could I suck your dick?"

I wasn't completely surprised by the question; Lance had been suppressing a
boner for the last ten minutes with one of his hands.

"I don't know, maybe yeah, sometime..." my voice was flat and neutral.

Lance removed the hand that was holding down his erection displaying an
obvious tent in his pants. He noticed that it caught my eye.

"I meant tonight."

"Oh geeze Lance, what do want with an old guy like me if you suspect some
of your friends are gay?"

Lance shrugged his shoulders, "it is like I said earlier; I don't want to
guess wrong. I'd rather be with a guy who I know for sure is gay too; I
want someone who can teach me a little and I want someone hot... That's you
in case you were wondering."

I smiled at the compliment.

"How do you know I am not some weirdo who'd use and abuse you?"

Lance, slid closer to me on the couch and leered at me, "promise?"

Okay, so I laughed at that, "no seriously, what if you don't like what I
do?"

"I'd ask you to stop and I know you would."

He had me there. I was quiet for a bit as I evaluated the idea of yet
another young lover in my life. While I was thinking Lance slid all the way
next to me until our legs touched; I could feel the heat resonating off
it. He looked up at me expectantly. I had to admit he was adorable. His
mousy brown hair was longer than Frank's and Jordan's, but not long; his
blue eyes were huge, but in a cute way and his build was pretty average. I
hadn't seen him shirtless yet, but he was a slight, normal guy. He didn't
have the athlete's build of the guys I hung out with normally, but he was
appropriate for his stature.

When he looked up I leaned down to him and kissed his softly on the
lips. Lance moaned and leaned into me. The kiss wasn't a long one, but
neither was it a peck. As I broke off, Lance gasped for air.

"Does that mean yes?" He asked, placing a hand on my bare thigh.

"I guess it does," I replied.

Lance immediately grabbed my cock, that was very obviously hard now in my
mesh shorts, and pushed it out the bottom.

"Whoa...  cool," he said as he got his first look at it.

He started to lower his head to suck me.

"Slow down tiger, we don't need to jump there right away."

"I know, but I've been thinking about this for awhile and I really want it
now."

"Yeah, I know too, but this should be good for both of us. Let's start this
way."

I went back to kissing him and Lance responded to the kissing, but didn't
remove his hand from my bare cock, which was now all the way out of my
shorts. He slowly manipulated me while we kissed. I didn't make any move to
stop him, in fact I shifted a little to make it easier for him.

We kissed for a few minutes and I was starting to get into it, so I began
to pull Lance's shirt up and off.

"Ugh," he protested, "do you really want to do that?"

"I do," I whispered in his ear.

"My body is so ugly though."

"No, it isn't," I corrected him, "it is great."

In truth he was a little soft, not fat at all mind you; he probably weighed
barely 100 pounds, if he even weighed that. No he was just soft, a layer of
skin lay over his torso that I could pinch, so to speak, that I couldn't do
with Jordan and the others because they were such hard bodies. There was
also a little bump that was Lance's tummy. Just a small one, and I thought
it was cute.

We went back to kissing. I rubbed and felt Lance's naked torso while he
continued his slow stroking of my cock. He removed his hand temporarily to
peel off my shirt.

"Crap," he said quietly, "you are like the buffest guy I've ever been
with."

My hard cock was momentarily forgotten while he straddled my legs and felt
my pecs and chest. But my dick that was sticking into him soon commanded
his attention again. Lance stood up in front of me and hooked his fingers
inside mesh shorts and started to slide them off. I lifted my hips off the
couch so he could pull them down past my knees, which he did and he
continued until they were all the way off. Since the mesh shorts were all I
had been wearing, no underwear, I was no completely naked on my couch with
my erection sticking straight out.

Lance got on his knees on the floor in front of me. He held my cock with
his right hand and looked it over carefully; pushing it up and down and to
the sides, as if he was trying to memorize every detail. He ran his left
hand through my trimmed pubic hairs and felt my nuts sack as well. The
whole process probably didn't last more than thirty seconds, perhaps a bit
longer, and then Lance took my dick into his mouth. He started by almost
kissing the tip of my head with his lips close together and a flicking of
his tongue before he gradually swallowed my whole shaft.

He got to the base and paused for about ten seconds. I have to admit I'd
been trepidatious about getting involved with Lance, but now my heart was
beating a mile a minute in excitement. Blow jobs are like snowflakes, no
two are ever alike and especially not when coming from different guys. The
sight of Lance's narrow, bare shoulders with the mousy brown hair over my
dick was an incredibly hot sight and the surrounding warmth of his mouth on
me revved me up quickly. I had to push down my excitement and not get lost
in the moment or I'd cum way, way too soon.

After the pause Lance commenced to bob up and down on my shaft. It was a
slow, steady up and down. He was in no hurry to bring me to a climax so I
left him go on his own for seven or eight minutes. A couple of times he
looked up at me with those big blue eyes and smiled, but never broke his
rhythm. I let him have his time before I decided I wanted to join in the
fun too.

Lance protested when I pulled him up off my dick.

"You aren't the only one who gets to have fun," I explained.

I stood up, took him by the hand and led him back to my bedroom. When we
got to my bed I paused and turned Lance to me. I was naked and Lance still
had on his Levi's. I bent down to the 5'1" freshman and kissed him deeply
for a half minute before I dropped down to my knees and started unsnapping
his Levi's. This was one of my favorite things; that moment of discovery
with a new guy. His letting you unbutton him and the anticipation of what
you'd see and find for that very first time. There was only one moment like
this with each guy, only one time when it was a mystery. I slipped down his
jeans, but left his boxer briefs in place. I wanted the moment to last.

Lance's breathing was quickening as he stepped out of his jeans. His
erection in his boxer briefs was obvious and there was a wet spot where
he'd been pre-cumming. The boner that was creating the tent in his boxers
wasn't huge, but I'd never been someone who cared about size at all. I felt
him through his boxers and his breath caught as I did. I should have been
more patient, but I couldn't be. I slipped my hands inside Lance's boxer
briefs on either side and slid them down slowly, I got them down past his
hard little pecker and it sprang up straight.

I thought it was an adorable little cock. It was definitely under five
inches and very slender, but straight and perfectly proportioned. A wispy
smattering of short brown pubic hairs crowned it with two lovely walnut
sized balls hanging below it.

"I know," Lance said, in what sounded like a very disappointed voice, "it
isn't very big for a guy in high school."

And indeed it wasn't, he was smaller than twelve year Dillon Murphy and
maybe the same size as eleven year old Tommy Murphy, but given that he had
very few pubic hairs he was probably at about the same level of physical
maturity as Dillon and I told him so.

"I think it is awesome Lance," I grinned up at him. "You are just starting
to come into puberty so it is going to get longer and thicker as you get
older, but even if it never grew another centimeter it would be fine. Being
a good lover has nothing to do with size."

But enough talk. I didn't look at Lance for his reaction; I just grabbed
his petite ass cheeks with both my hands and pulled him into me. It was
easy to take all of him in at once and I felt his knees buckle a little as
I started to suck on him. I left one hand behind to caress and squeeze his
behind while the other hand tugged at his free swinging balls. Lance put
his hands on top of my head as much to stabilize himself as anything. I
worked his little noggin for a few minutes with my usual flair and I spent
a bit more time working with my tongue. When Lance was giving me a blow job
it was a standard up and down motion, he didn't throw in any variety. I
figured I'd use this time to show him the different things you could do to
a penis and what the erogenous zones were. When my tongue flicked about his
pink corona and up his frenulum he moaned and involuntarily pulled back at
the unknown sensation.

Along with the tongue action I'd thrown in some hand workings to show him
how to incorporate a hand job into a blow job, or vice versa. My other hand
that was on his backside was making some passes over his hole with my index
finger, but I didn't want to enter him without some lube, so I was content
to just tease the outside until I was ready to move things along.

I sensed Lance starting to rev up to a climax so I took that opportunity to
stop and stand up. I kissed him a few times before pulling him onto the bed
with me. While he scooted back more fully onto the bed, I reached into the
nightstand for supplies. Lance was lying there on his back in anticipation
of what would come next. I lay down on top of him, in between his legs and
resumed kissing; my dick was on top of his and I rocked slowly and gently
while we made out. Lance wrapped his legs around my torso, which brought
his hips and ass up off the bed. A few times I took my dick off his dick
and rubbed my head over his hole. He moaned deeply into my mouth every time
I did. I knew he'd willing let me slip it in, even if he didn't know how
hard it would be the first time.

But I knew I wouldn't. I did want to see it though and continue Lance's
education so I broke off the kissing and slipped back under Lance's legs
that were entwined around me. I held the legs where they were so when I was
all the way off him I was presented with a perfectly pert boy butt and pink
opening. I didn't waste time but went directly in with my tongue.

"Oh jayysus," Lance moaned softly as I worked his hole.

I licked and whetted up his pucker with my saliva and then grabbed the
peach flavored lube I'd gotten out of the nightstand. I smeared a nice
amount around his hole and on my index finger and inserted the tip of my
index finger inside him. The first reaction was a clamping down on my
finger as his opening rebelled at the wrong way entry, but Lance relaxed
after the automatic response and let me slide my finger deeper and deeper
inside him until it couldn't go any further. Then I spent a minute or so
slipping the finger in and out letting him get used to the sensation. When
I thought he was used to the feeling I went back to sucking his cock with
the added bonus of banging his prostate. That really got his attention.

It only took three minutes before Lance spoke up, "Tim, I'm going..."

Before he could finish the statement I tasted Lance's cum as it filled my
mouth. I kept up the banging and sucking going until I was sure every drop
had been wrung out of him. Finally I lay down beside him as he tried to get
his breathing to slow down. After about twenty seconds his breathing seemed
to return to normal and he rolled his naked body on top of mine. He looked
at me with that impish grin of his.

"Now I get to finish what I started."

With that he slid down my body and restarted the blow job he'd started
earlier. I don't know if he learned from what I'd done to him or if it was
just that earlier he didn't have enough time to show me his full talents,
but now instead of just the persistent up and down bobbing he threw in a
lot of the tricks I'd used on him; his tongue was more active and he used
his hand to help things along. In about five minutes I was ready to blow. I
could have used my distraction techniques to delay things, but I decided I
wanted to cum now and maybe move on to more things.

"I'm close Lance, back off now unless you want a mouthful."

He looked up at me and grinned, stopped the tongue action and immediately
swallowed my head and about an inch of my cock just before my explosion
started. It had been a couple of weeks since I'd had sex so there was a lot
of built up tension, so to speak, so Lance really got a mouthful. He was a
trooper though and didn't miss a drop. When he figured I was done he
released my softening cock from his mouth and moved his naked form back
onto mine and lay is head on my chest.

"Well that was worth the wait," he said.

I rubbed my hands down his back and felt his cushy tush. Neither one of us
said anything for a couple of minutes; we just enjoyed the position we were
in.

"For a minute there I thought you were going to fuck me," Lance said
finally, picking his head up off my chest and looking into my eyes.

"Me too for a minute," I joked, "but not really. I would love to have and I
definitely thought how nice it would be to make love to you looking into
those big blue eyes of yours, but I think your first time should be
special, with someone special."

I let that thought rattle around inside Lance's head for a minute.

"But I know something almost as cool."

With that I rolled him onto his back with me in between his legs.

"Put your legs up on my shoulders."

Lance smiled and complied. My soft cock had rehardened. I applied some lube
to my dick and to Lance's which was starting to harden when I began lubing
it and was completely hard by the time I finished. Putting the lube down I
started to push my cock over and back on his dick and balls, making sure I
was able to run it through his pubic hairs. He moaned in pleasure as I
started to grind. I started slowly as usual, but unlike usual I wanted to
cum pretty quickly so my intensity picked up quickly. My hands were on
either side of his shoulders as I started to pump and everything was just
as if I was fucking him, the slapping noise, the deep breathing, the
grunts; everything the same without penetration. Lance had his hands on my
chest and barely a few minutes into the simulation I was cumming all over
his stomach and I did it with no warning.

"Hey," he complained, "I wanted to cum with you; no fair."

"I didn't want you to," I grinned at him as I wiped my cum off his chest
and stomach. "You are a virgin. I'm not. I want you to make love to me now,
if you are willing."

"If I'm willing," he snorted.

We changed positions and I instructed him on what to do. I had him lube
normally, but not spend too much time on loosening me up, because to be
frank, I knew his cock was going to feel like a finger anyway. I only
taught him the loosening up portion for future reference.

"Woah," Lance exclaimed as his four and a half incher disappeared fully
into me.

His dick slipped out in his first few attempts on trying to start fucking,
but he figured out pretty quickly how far to pull back and not slip out. In
just over a minute Lance had it figured out and he pounded away with a
zeal. What he hadn't figured out yet was pacing and edging so somewhere
short of five minutes he began gasping like a guppy that had jumped out of
a fish bowl and I knew the end was in sight.

"Oh gawd, oh gawd," he repeated as the first spurts shot out of his cock
and into my ass.

He exhaled several short breaths as he emptied all that was in him into
me. He only pulled out as he started to soften.

"Mmm, that was a lot better than a sock and pillow," he said no one in
particular. "Was I okay?"

I smiled at him, "you were great for a first timer. You are going to break
a lot of hearts I think."

"I think we need to clean up though," and with that I pulled him off the
bed and towards the bathroom.

We showered and I showed him some of the finer points of "showering with a
friend". Afterwards we dressed and went back to the Great Room to talk some
more before he had to get going.

"Do you think I'd be welcome on Saturday?"

There was anxiety in his voice because this next step was a big one;
publically outing himself, even if it was to like minded guys.

"Of course you'll be welcome Lance," I said sincerely, looking into his
eyes and placing my hand on his forearm. "Everyone I know from school likes
you a lot and that won't change and the number one rule is respect
everybody else's privacy. Just like they will expect you to keep what you
see and hear secret, they will keep and guard your privacy. Nothing at
school or home will change for you. You'll just have more friends, deeper
friends, and people to go to when you need to talk about things you haven't
been able to discuss before."

Lance nodded as he sucked in a deep breath.

"But you are still nervous, aren't you?" I smiled at him.

Lance blushed a little, "yeah; I know it is stupid and I really want to
meet...  guys like me, it is still a little scary."

We chatted a bit more before I sent Lance on his way with a giant hug and
pat on his butt.

"Thanks for the tutoring session," he said just as the elevator doors
closed.

That was the Lance I loved, smart ass, class comedian. I hoped he come over
on Saturday.

Even though St Ignatius was on their ski week, the sports teams still had
games so Friday night I was at a varsity basketball game with Jordan and
Frank and while we were sitting there Dillon and Tommy Murphy, Payton
Hagfeldt and Lance joined us. The water polo and swimming guys stopped by
to say hi as did a few of the track and cross country guys, and I don't
mean just the gay ones, but guys I knew in general from those teams too. It
caused me to wonder further if there were guys we were missing who had
questions or were closeted. I'd have to remember to quiz Jordan and Frank
later tonight; they were spending the weekend with me.

Marianna's doctor, Dr. Fructbaum, was proving to be a very conscientious
physician. Ever since Marianna's accident he'd been checking on her on a
very regular basis and told her he really needed a couple of days of close
observation. To that end he had invited her away for a weekend in the wine
country. She blushed deeply every time Jordan teased her about her new
boyfriend, but I'd never seen her happier.

The game was entertaining and the boys enjoyed being boys with all the
usual taunts for their opponent, who happened to be Riordan this night, and
the usual cheers for the Wildcats. Frank and Jordan were very focused on
the game as were the other boys, except Dillon who seemed rather focused on
me. He didn't miss an opportunity to lean into me when we stood at great
plays and his leg was always pressed into mine when we were sitting. I
couldn't see any tenting in his Levi's, which is always a dead giveaway, so
maybe I was just imaging things.

At the end of the game, a big win for St. Ignatius, most of the boys were
on the court saying hi to friends they hadn't seen all week because school
was out. Tommy Murphy went off to find brother Nate which left Dillon and
me alone in the sea of people. He pulled me back next to the bleachers so
we were out of earshot from anyone.

Dillon leaned in close and spoke to me as quietly as he could, but loud
enough for me to hear.

"I'm not a virgin anymore."

He was grinning ear to ear and obviously very pleased about it.

"I've had a boner all night dying to tell you about it," he continued.

"Oh?" I raised an eyebrow at him, "I didn't notice anything?"

"Ah, so you looked."

His grin got even bigger, if that was possible.

"I wore a damn cup tonight because I knew if I saw you I'd be fucking hard
all night."

Now it was my turn to grin and blush.

"Well I'd love to hear about it Dillon when we can find some time alone."

"I don't have school next Friday, could I see you then?"

I ran my schedule through my head. Working a half day on Friday wasn't
unusual and neither was working from home. I didn't recall any meetings
since Dorothy knew I hated Friday appointments and conference calls.

"I might be able to, what time were you thinking?"

"8:30AM," was the surprising answer. "I told my mother I was going to the
park to meet some friends to play soccer and with the other kids off that
day she'll have her hands full."

I nodded my head, "8:30AM works for me."

"Fuck I am stone hard right now," Dillon muttered.

I was getting there too.

Frank and Jordan were invited by various guys to get pizza or ice cream
after the game, but both declined the invites claiming they were too
tired. I knew they weren't tired at all and probably would be up half the
night gasping and panting over each other. At school they were these butch
little stud athletes, once the elevator doors closed behind us they were
like love doves; all smiles and giggles for each other.

We got back to my condo and the boys disappeared back to Jordan's bedroom,
but reappeared five minutes later in bathrobes. I assumed the robes were
all they were wearing. I was on the couch in the Great Room watching TV and
the pair flopped down next to me. I knew they wanted to ask me something.

"Yes?"

Jordan was normally the spokesman for the duo, but it was Frank who spoke
up this time.

"Can we have a little wine," Frank asked looking at me expectantly.

It wasn't uncommon for Frank and Jordan to join Marco and me in a small
glass of wine with dinner, but this was the first time they'd asked besides
dinner or a special occasion. I contemplated for a bit. I knew half their
friends would be out at a high school party with beer and probably some
hard liquor available because it was the same way when I was in high
school.

"Sure," I replied finally, "you guys choose the wine and pour three glasses
and I'm going to get comfortable."

I could have poured the wine myself before I changed, but I wanted to see
how the boys would handle the responsibility. I came back with my robe on
and there were three glasses of a very nice Pinot Noir poured.

Jordan handed me my glass, then Frank his.

"Saluti," Jordan intoned.

"Saluti," followed from Frank and me.

We sipped our wine in silence for a bit. Frank was comfortably ensconced in
the crook of Jordan's arm and I was kicked back with my feet on the coffee
table. I loved quite times like this.

"Remember when I asked you guys to keep your eyes open at school," I asked,
breeching the silence, "have you come up with any possibilities yet?"

Frank looked up at Jordan, the unspoken communication I got was that the
boys had discussed it and Jordan was going to be the one to voice their
ideas,

"There are four or five obvious freshmen between drama, the choir and
marching band," Jordan started, "but I don't know if any of them would be
good to join our group because I don't know if they could keep from
gossiping about who was in the group. An athlete like Bryce or Jon would be
too juicy for them to not talk about to someone and then everyone would
know. None of our guys are ready to deal with that yet."

As he paused, I jumped in.

"Maybe they aren't right for the group, but if you see them being picked on
or bullied I know you'll stand up for them and if you think they need help
of some kind come tell me and I'll figure out a way to help them. Anyone
else you are thinking about?"

Now Frank picked up the narrative, "we think Payton is pretty curious about
guys. Jordan and I have watched him and he seems to notice guys more than
girls and in the locker room I swear he could hardly keep his eyes off
Jordie when he was naked."

Jordan blushed at the notion, but didn't disagree.

"And I think Lance maybe gay or bi too," Frank continued, "I think his
joking around is kind of a cover and a way to say things and people will
think he is joking around."

They pegged Lance correctly and Lance hung out a lot with Payton a lot so
maybe there was something there.

"Do you want to have a slumber party?" I grinned at the pair. "We could
invite Payton and Lance over tomorrow to get dinner, go see a movie and
have them spend the night. Maybe something happens or maybe nothing
happens. They are cool guys in any case and it never hurts to get to know
guys like them better."

Frank looked over at Jordan because it meant they might have to give up a
night of making love to each other, but there was upside either way. One,
it could be fun if Payton was gay, bi or curious and in the boys mind, the
same applied to Lance. They didn't already know Lance was gay like I did. I
worried if Lance would be nervous about the invite, but it would come from
Jordan so hopefully he wouldn't read too much into it.

"Let me text them," Jordan said finally after he and Frank communicated in
the way they did with no words.

Two minutes later he confirmed that Lance and Payton were both in for a
movie night, dinner and spending the night.

"Lance's mom will drop them off about 2PM because I said we were going to
the 3PM showing of The Spiderwick Chronicles at the Metreon."

"Sounds good, I'll go online and buy tickets now."

Frank blushed a little as he spoke up, "I think Jordan and I are going to
go to bed now."

I smiled at them, "try to get some sleep tonight; you have a big day
tomorrow."

The next day Lance and Payton showed up a little after 2PM, I greeted them
as they came off the elevator. Lance gave me a curious look that I
acknowledged with a shrug, but I didn't say anything. Payton gave me a hug
too, but in contrast to the 5'1" Lance, Payton is 6'1", so taller than me
by an inch. He was still slender though, probably not over 135 pounds and
he has that narrow torso and shoulders of an adolescent, before they start
to fill out. Jordan and Frank stood up from the couch they were on to greet
their friends in that casual way, macho teen boys do; knuckle bumps, grunts
and `s'up'. Jordan took the newcomers back to his bedroom to put their
backpacks down and Frank tagged along.

"Who wants want to drink?" I asked as the teens returned to the Great Room
settled down before we had to leave for the movie.

As the orders came in Lance volunteered to help me. Once in the kitchen
area he spoke to me in a low voice.

"You didn't say anything to Frank or Jordan did you?"

"Of course not," I answered equally low, "I'd never betray your
confidence."

Lance just nodded and accepted my answer. I also wasn't going to betray
Jordan and Frank's confidence and tell Lance that they had their own
suspicions. I'd just let nature take its course.

We left for the movie in my Range Rover with Jordan upfront and Lance in
the back sandwiched in between Payton and Frank. The movie was awesome,
especially in the IMAX format and the boys were buzzing talking about it as
we headed to dinner.

"I thought we'd pick up some pizzas and then just eat to home."

No one objected or maybe even thought much about it they were still in the
afterglow of the movie. It was only when I veered away from home that
Jordan noticed I wasn't going to Bambino's.

"Where are we headed?"

"I called in an order to Delfina," was my simple explanation.

Pizzeria Delfina was one of the more famous pizza places in San Francisco
and its parent restaurant, Delfina Ristorante one of the more famous
Italian restaurants. I found a parking place not far from the pizzeria on
18th and handed Frank two one hundred dollar bills.

"Can you guys get the pizza and stuff from Delfina and Jordan, can you come
help me?"

I'd ordered four different pizzas, two salads, and an order each of their
Neapolitan meatballs and Calabrian sausage. So it would take the three boys
to handle it all. Jordan and I went the opposite direction up 18th Street.

"Any reason you chose Delfina for pizza," the ever suspicious Jordan
quizzed me.

I grinned, "what? It's been a long time since we've gotten pizza from
Delfina and besides, I wanted dessert from Bi-Rite Creamery. I've ordered a
pint each of the coffee toffee, mint chip and malted vanilla with peanut
brittle and then I got the chocolate cake with salted caramel cream and
chocolate ganache too."

"So it has nothing to do with us being close to The Castro then?"

"Oh yeah, that reminds me, be sure you offer to sit in the middle so Lance
and Payton are next to windows."

"I knew it!" Jordan pumped a fist triumphantly.

"I'm just trying to open a door here," I innocently protested.

Jordan and I got dessert from Bi-Rite and the other boys were putting the
dinner in the rear cargo area and starting to get into the car.

"Frank you sit upfront, let me get in the middle Lance, it isn't fair for
you to always be there."

With the dinner and dessert safely stowed in back I head up 18th and turned
right on Castro Street to get back to Fulton where my condo is. 18th and
Castro is the heart of San Francisco's gay community and Castro between
18th and Market Street the street on either side is sure to be full of gay
men on a late Saturday afternoon. Frank sees where we are and starts to
react, but I grab his leg and he gets that I want him quiet. Neither Payton
nor Lance notices me grab Frank's leg because they are looking out the open
windows of the Range Rover at the scene on the street.

There were men of all ages on the street, even some teens, and some of them
looked `normal' and others were dressed in ways that literally screamed
`ho-mo', but the one thing they had in common was that all of them looked
relaxed and happy. We crossed Market St when someone finally spoke, it was
Payton.

"Was that The Castro," he asked after clearing this throat.

"Yeah," I answered nonchalantly, "why?"

"No reason, it's just funny I live so close and I've never been down here
before."

"You never had a reason before."

I let that statement hang out there a little while before I continued
because it could be taken many ways.

"But wait until you taste this pizza, ice cream and cake and you'll wonder
why you aren't here all the time."

Jordan started talking about school and some of their teachers, the sights
of The Castro momentarily forgotten. We got back to the condo where Frank
supervised the opening of the Italian food and setting the table while
Jordan and I stored the ice cream and cake in the freezer and refrigerator.

"If anyone needs to wash their hands, you all know where the bathrooms
are."

I went back to my bathroom to wash up and Jordan followed me.

"Oh my gawd," he started, "I think I'm right about those two. I swear they
both chubbed up a little on the drive through The Castro. Did you see those
two sixteen year olds holding hands and walking down the sidewalk? I
thought Payton's eyes were going to pop out of his head. I am going to have
to watch you more closely. You are a lot more devious than I thought!"

I grinned at the comment, "I am rather pleased with myself. And the night
is still young."

I was afraid I'd bought too much food, but with four fourteen year old
athletes that is never really a concern. They plowed through the pizza in
good order and destroyed the meatballs and sausages between bites of
pizza. After a polite interval they killed all three pints of ice cream and
only a small portion of the cake remained.

"You are right," Payton started before he was really thinking about what he
was saying, "I do need to get down there more."

As the words cleared his mouth he clarified, what he meant, maybe more
correctly what he said, since only he knows what he meant.

"I mean that pizza is like the best I've ever had and the cake too."

"Yeah," I agreed with a reassuring smile, "both have won a lot of awards."

"What now?" Frank wanted to know, "it is still pretty early."

"We could watch a movie in the theater or take a Jacuzzi or ..."

"Jacuzzi!" Jordan shouted with both fists up before I'd finished the
options.

"I didn't bring a bathing suit," Payton lamented.

That brought peals of laughter from Frank and Jordan.

"Don't be a doof," Jordan got out between laughs, "we don't wear bathing
suits in the Jacuzzi, we don't wear anything."

"Oh," was all a blushing Payton could get out.

"You aren't embarrassed are you? Dude, we saw each other nude every day in
football."

"No, I mean not really," Payton hemmed and hawed, "but it is different with
just us. But I'm cool. It just caught me by surprise."

"Are you cool Biggin'?" Frank asked as casually as he could.

Lance bit his lower lip, it was so cute, "I guess. I'm just not as
developed as you guys so no one can laugh."

Jordan reached out and put his hand on Lance's shoulder.

"No one's going to laugh at you Lance, you are our friend. And besides, no
one cares about that stuff anyway."

So it was settled, but you could tell that Lance and Payton were still a
little nervous despite the reassurances.

"I'll go fill the Jacuzzi and you guys can leave your clothes on my bed."

When I got back from starting the Jacuzzi not much progress had been made
in undressing so I pulled my shirt over my head, flung it on the bed and
pushed off my shorts and boxers in one motion and now stood completely
naked in front of the four of them. Frank and Jordan just smiled, but
Payton was fixated on my body, mostly the cock region and Lance, even
though he'd seen it already was too.

"Get a move on ladies," I prodded them.

"Remember," Lance began as he pulled off his clothes, "no one is laughing."

With that all four boys finished getting undressed. Payton was the only one
of the four I'd never seen naked, in fact was the only one of the four I'd
never seen erect and had sex with; so naturally I looked at him
first. Because he was looking at me still he caught me checking him out,
which was okay because I just smiled and he did too. I didn't stare, but at
first glance Payton looked smaller than I'd expected for a tall guy. I know
height doesn't have anything to do with dick size, but there is just
something in your brain that you expect them to be bigger. Payton's soft
cock was only an inch or two; which was in contrast to Jordan and Frank
whose cocks hung down like elephant trunks' They were probably four to five
inches soft and dangling.

"Crap you guys have big dicks," Lance blurted out.

I'd forgotten that Lance wasn't an athlete so he'd probably never seen any
of the other boys naked before.

Lance blushed as soon as he said it and Frank and Jordan blushed too.

"I mean," Lance stuttered, "not that I was looking...  but crap!"

"S'oaky Lance," Frank laughed, "Tim says every guy checks out every other
guy; it is just natural to compare yourself. And he says you can never tell
from when a guy is soft how big he will be when he is hard."

"Mmmm, just a guess, but I am thinking you guys are going to be bigger than
me," Lance grumbled.

"That's okay too `cuz Tim also says size has nothing to do with how good
you are in bed," Jordan reassured him.

Lance looked at me through squinty eyes, "Tim sure talks a lot, doesn't
he?"

That cracked up all four boys and we got into the Jacuzzi without a lot of
other chatter. The conversation in the Jacuzzi was a continuation of the
school talk from earlier, but I thought possibly more was going on under
the water. Lance was in between Frank and Jordan and Payton was in between
Jordan and me; occasionally my leg would bump into Payton's and he didn't
move it away. Frank and Jordan both had their hands and arms underwater and
I was pretty sure I recognized some motion in their shoulders so I was
curious if Lance was getting his leg (or something else) rubbed. I couldn't
tell from Lance's face if that was happening or not.

After about twenty-five minutes in the spa Jordan took his right arm out of
the water and put it behind Lance, stretching out. A couple of minutes
later Frank did the same. Five minutes after that Lance said he was getting
out because he was getting too pruney and so everyone agreed it was
probably time. Now hot water makes your penis expand naturally, just like
cold water shrinks it, but Jordan, Frank and Lance looked like they were on
the downside of having had erections and Payton I couldn't tell. I hadn't
been hard, well not all the way at least, but I was a little plumper than
when I got in. Once again there was some checking out going on and I
thought that Lance was starting to get hard, but he excused himself before
that happened.

"Don't you want to shower Lance?"

"Naw, I'm good," he replied as his cute bare butt turned out of the master
bath.

"I think I am good too," Frank said through a cough.

And with that all four boys disappeared to Jordan's bedroom. I smiled as I
wondered how long until they'd be groping and feeling around each other. I
dried off, turned off the lights in my bedroom and slipped under the
covers.

I was in that half awake, half asleep state when I detected motion in my
room. In the ambient light I could see it was a tall figure and the tall
figured lifted the bed covers and slid under than. I turned my head to the
visitor.

"Jordan said this would be okay," Payton said quietly.

"It is," I replied equally quiet. "You can slide closer if you like."

So Payton slid all the way over until his body was touching mine. I could
feel the heat radiating off it in contrast to the cool sheets. I turned
slightly to him and placed my left hand on his torso.

"You are trembling. Are you sure this is where you want to be?"

"I'm scared, I'm nervous, I don't know what to do, but yeah, this is where
I want to be. I've wanted to be here for a very long time."

"I haven't known you that long," my voice was uncertain.

"Not just you, but any guy...  well no not any guy, but I mean I've wanted
to be naked in bed with a guy for a very long time, but now that I am
here... I don't know what to do."

I removed my hand, lest it make him more nervous, and propped myself up on
one elbow.

"What is it you'd like to do? What is it you've thought about doing?"

A small breath escaped from Payton.

"I want to feel a guy; feel him all over, have him run his hands over me;
kiss a guy, taste a guy and more."

"Did you want to do that now?"

"Yeah, but what do you think the other guys will think?" some nervousness
quivered his voice.

"You mean those three guys in Jordan's room sucking and screwing each
other's brains out? They won't think anything about it."

"How..." Payton started, but didn't finish.

"How did I know? Simple, hot water makes boys horny as hell and the three
of them couldn't get to Jordan's room fast enough to do something about
it. The question is; why are you here and not there?"

Now Payton rolled to his side to face me, "when things started to happen,
because yeah, we were all pretty horned up, I figured I'd I be able to get
with them some time in the future probably, but I might not have another
chance with you."

"So what is it you'd like to do?"

"Can we turn on a light?"

I rolled back to the nightstand and turned on the lights on the on either
side of the bed. I looked at Payton expectantly.

He blushed, but plowed ahead, "I'd like to feel your body; look at it
closely; runs my hands everyplace. I've never done that with anyone and
I've wanted to do it so many times."

"With a guy?"

He nodded.

"But not a girl?"

"No guys are what I've been thinking about for a long time now."

"Are you gay then?" I pressed, "not that it matters."

"I never thought so. I mean all through middle school I thought I was
curious or horny or going through a phase or something, but I couldn't be
gay because the thought of a guy's dick in my ass, or mine in them, just
grossed me out. But the first time I saw Jordan naked in the locker room
and saw his dick, the first thought I had, out of nowhere was, `fuck I want
that in me'. Ever since then I've known that I am gay, or at least gay for
now, who knows."

I smiled at him.

"Okay, here you go... knock yourself out."

I pulled the covers back exposing both of us. Payton was hard, and like I'd
guessed, not very big; or to be more accurate, he was normal. His hard cock
was around 5' ½" probably, but decently thick. I was just so used to the
guys around me being above average I'd forgotten where averages came
from. I rolled onto my back with my hands behind my head and grinned.

Payton got to his knees, sat back on his haunches then slowly and
cautiously reached out his right hand and placed it on my chest. When no
bolt of lightning from above stuck him, he began to move the hand around my
chest, just feeling it. Soon both hands were on my chest feeling and
rubbing it. He moved a little closer and ran his right hand across my face;
touching my cheeks, nose, eyebrows and running his hand through my hair.

The exploration of my face done he moved his hands down my torso. I think
he wanted to touch my cock, which wasn't hard, but wasn't quite soft
either, but he was unsure of how quickly he should move.

"It's okay," I said quietly.

He knew what I meant because reached down and gently dragged his fingers
across my shaft, up to the head where he encircled it with his thumb and
forefinger. Then Payton gripped it more firmly as it started to stiffen. He
stroked it slowly a few times; not really in an effort to jack me, but more
just get an idea what it would be like. Leaving his right hand on my now
hard dick, he used his left hand to feel my sack; to gently roll them in
his hand and then feel my trimmed pubic hairs. He released my cock and sat
back.

"Do you want to feel me now?"

"If that is what you want."

Payton nodded his affirmation and lay back as I had been, with his hands
behind his head. I saw the small patch of blondish hair in his pits. While
I don't have a pit fetish, I did find the small patches under guys arms
terribly sexy so that was where I touched first. Payton giggled as I
did. Rather than the shy touches of him on my body, my touches were more
directed. I stroked his chest with long strokes with both hands and
lingered on his nipples to give him an idea of how sensitive they could
be. He moaned slightly. I felt his narrow waist and flat stomach and before
taking his cock in my hands I felt the bare sides of his butt cheeks and
caressed them. That was when it happened.

Payton's erection jerked twice and then began to spew copious amounts of
white liquid onto his stomach, chest and even his shoulders. At least six
powerful spurts erupted before subsiding. Payton gasped as the first shot
came out.

"Oh fuck, I can't believe I came!"

He sounded disappointed and embarrassed.

I smiled a disarming smile at him.

"You just learned a very valuable lesson Payton, sex and sexual excitement
aren't just physical. You came without me touching your dick because of
your emotions. Never forget that your emotions are tied to your penis. Are
you feeling okay still?"

"Yeah, but I wanted to do a lot more", he grumbled.

"If you want to do more don't think that just because you came once you
can't go on. If I have my way you'll cum at least twice more before we are
done."

"Really? I've never cum twice in the same..." he searched for the word,
"session."

"Really," I answered.

As it turned out over the next ninety minutes he came three more times;
once when I blew him, again as I humped my dick onto his and through his
pubic hairs and a third time when he fucked me to end the night. He
probably could have cum a fifth time in the shower when we cleaned up, but
by then I think we were both pretty tired.

I am used to being the first one up, but when I opened my eyes Payton was
laying into my side looking at me.

"Have I told you how amazing your green eyes are?" I asked.

He smiled dreamily, "twice last night, but you can say it again."

"You feeling okay this morning still?"

It wouldn't be the first time I'd experienced a guy with regrets in the
morning.

"Never better... You wanna fuck me now?"

I smiled, he asked the same thing last night and I gave him the answer I
always gave young virgins.

"I do, I want to fuck you madly and in six different positions."

His eyes lit up and he pulled his head off my chest.

"But like I said last night I'd want you to wait for someone special for
that. This will have to do for now."

I disappeared under the covers and proceeded to suck is cock into
hardness. Payton countered by throwing back the covers and moving into a
sixty-nine position, which was okay with me since that gave me a chance to
play with his hole and cheeks. Just because I wasn't ready to stick my dick
in there didn't mean that fingers and tongues couldn't go in there, as
Payton discovered last night.

We showered again after and would have gotten dressed, but all of Payton's
clothes were in Jordan's room since he'd come to my room naked last
night. I carefully opened the door to Jordan's room so to not disturb them
too much if they were still sleeping.

Still sleeping my ass... Lance was on all fours in between Jordan's legs
bobbing up and down and Frank was hanging onto Lance's waist driving in and
out at a solid pace.

End of Chapter Twenty