Date: Wed, 23 Dec 2009 20:24:21 -0800
From: Tim P <privatetimm@gmail.com>
Subject: Re: Jordan's Tale 5

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Christmas is a just over week away and for a change I am excited about
it. Christmas is on a Sunday this year so I am flying down to L.A. to see
my parents in San Marino for Christmas Eve with all the family, I think we
are going to my grandparents in Pasadena. I'll spend Christmas Day with my
parents, at least in the morning, but they know I am a workaholic too, and
I'll be going to work Monday so when I told them I had a 2PM flight out, my
Mom was glad because I wouldn't have to drive in the dark from the airport
(my Mom is a born worrier). But all that is not why I am excited. I was
excited to buy presents for Marco & Jordan. I also bought a gift for
Teresa, my "mother-in-law".

I am having a 4PM Christmas dinner at the Bisignani's and I am really
looking forward to an Italian family Christmas dinner. I'll have to leave
the wines I am bringing to the dinner in my trunk when I leave for the
airport, because I might not have time to drop by the condo before I head
over.

My cell phone rings and it is Jordan.

"What's up bud?"

"I'm sorry, I can't do the park tomorrow morning and I have a huge favor to
ask."

I am pretty bummed because I look forward to our Saturday's, but I won't
let on, I know he has a life too.

"If I can, what do you need?"

"Well I am meeting Dylan tomorrow, he told his parents we are going
shopping for Christmas, but we'd like some 'private' time, if you know what
I mean?"

"Ha ha you little horn dog, it means you want to fuck his brains out."

He giggles a little, "Well I do, but we haven't even talked about stuff
like that for real, just our little fantasy stuff online. So what do you
say?"

"Sure, no problem, what's the game plan?"

"So, I was thinking we'd get there about 10am, you could be in the panic
room and if something does happen with Dylan and me you can sneak out when
we shower and then come back up a little bit later like you are just
getting home and then we all could hang some and still do lunch or
something."

"So you don't want me there when you guys get there?"

"Yeah, I don't want to spook Dylan, he might be intimidated if he meets you
first and then you split, but I think he'll be fine once he's been here for
a while."

"Cool, works for me, maybe I'll go the gym. Do you still have that key I
gave you?"

"Yeah. I'll text you when we are coming up. Thanks Timmy, you are the
best!"

I'm the best at something I guess, I am totally enabling Jordan in his
debauchery, but at least I'll know he is safe. I was his age when I started
having sex and we always found a way and location to get it done. Tomorrow
should be an interesting day.

The text comes in at 10:12AM. Dylan and Jordan are entering the lobby so
they'll be up in less than a minute. I've been on pins and needles waiting
for them since 9:30 and I have packed some snacks and water into the panic
room with some other stuff, including one of my laptops so I can work, just
in case I get bored (um, yeah). I enter the panic room and seal it shut. It
has the same insulation as my Media Room so I can watch TV, play music do
whatever and they'll never hear me.

The cameras are already switched on so I can see 6 different locations in
my condo at one time on the monitors and a total of 12 cameras with built
in microphones to pick up the audio. Each camera has its own hard drive
that is recording four hours on a continuous loop so I can go back and
watch each camera individually if I was ever robbed or had any other
problem. I am just sitting down in a comfortable chair as the elevator door
opens and Jordan and Dylan step into my condo.

"Woah, cool the elevator opens right into his condo, that's so cool!" Dylan
exclaims.

Dang is he cute. I get a chance to really study him now. I didn't want to
stare when I met him at Bambino's. He is stunningly cute, a blonde haired,
blue-eyed surfer, swimmer type. He looks like he could be a model. Jordan
is positively beaming.

Dylan is wearing what look like team sweats, so not the cotton ones, but
what you would see on a basketball team, or wrestling or something like
that and a thick jacket. Jordan is dressed pretty much the same. Jordan
takes off his sneakers, Dylan is wearing high tops and he takes them off
too.

"Let's get out of these jackets and I'll show you the place." Jordan says
when he has his shoes off.

"Cool, I was getting kinda hot" Dylan says with a grin.

The boys peel their jackets, they have on t-shirts underneath, a 49er's
shirt for Dylan and a Stanford t for Jordan that I bought for him. They
throw their jackets on the sofa and Jordan gives Dylan a big hug.

"I'm so glad you could come hang today. I've been wanting to spend real
time with you forever."

The top of little Jordan's head just hits Dylan half way up his
chest. Dylan wraps his arms around Jordan and they stand there for a
moment.

"I'm stoked too dude, this is awesome." Dylan kisses the top of Jordan's
head.

Jordan for his part, tilts his head back and looks up at Dylan. Dylan
hesitates for a moment and then slowly bends his head down to
Jordan. Jordan knows what is coming because he closes his eyes and parts
his lips. Dylan plants his lips on Jordan's waiting lips. It is gentle and
tender; for about 20 seconds and then I can tell that tongues are battling
and the intensity picks up. They mack for another minute before Jordan
pushes away and says "let me show you the rest of the place."

They both are sporting noticeable wood in their sweats, but neither one
mentions it. Jordan takes Dylan by the hand and leads him through the condo
pointing out the lanai, the guest rooms, my office, the Media Room and
finally into my bedroom. I think Jordan would have liked to have taken
Dylan by the hand and led him straight down here and ripped off his
clothes, so he showed great restraint for a young gay boy. He shows Dylan
the gadgets of my room, the balcony area, the desk and computers where they
have talked on Stickam before. He then takes him in the bathroom with my
huge shower, Jacuzzi tub and mirrored closets. Jordan opens the closet and
says, "C'mon" and takes Dylan through my closet into my bedroom again and
closes the mirrored sliding doors behind them.

"Oh hot, that is so frickin' cool" Dylan exclaims.

"Yeah, I love Tim's place, it is the sweetest place ever."

Jordan turns on the music using the remote control. He puts on a rock
station, not loud, but loud enough that the boys wouldn't be able to hear
anything going on in the other rooms.

"Where is Tim, by the way, I thought he'd be here?"

"Naw, when I told him we were hanging and I couldn't play catch today he
decided to go to the gym."

"Oh" is all Dylan can say at first. "When is he coming back?"

"Probably at noon, but certainly not before 11:30. Why?" asks Jordan with a
twinkle in his eye.

Dylan shrugs his shoulders and says, "I dunno, just curious kinda. So what
do you want to do then?"

Jordan steps close to Dylan and says softly, "I want you to take off all my
clothes...  I mmean if you want to of course."

Dylan gets a shit eating grin on his face, "Of course I want to undress you
doof, but only if you undress me afterwards!"

"Totally!" is Jordan's excited reply.

Dylan tugs up on Jordan's t-shirt and pulls it up and over his head. He
goes to his knees and tugs down on Jordan's sweats, but they are tied up so
Dylan has to go in them and untie the draw string. Even though Dylan is on
his knees, I can see an enormous erection in his sweats. He has the sweats
untied finally, he expands the waist band and slides them down to the
floor. Jordan isn't wearing his usual boxers, he has on some skimpy high
cut briefs that scream 'Marco' to me. I can see that Jordan has an erection
straining in his briefs.

"Oh fuck, that is so hot Jordie, sweet fucking undies.

Jordan steps out of the sweats. I can hear Dylan suck in a breath and I
wonder if his pulse is racing like mine is. Dylan puts his thumbs in the
waistband of the briefs and stands to slowly slide them down. The briefs
catch on Jordan's erection so Dylan has to pull them forward and down. He
slides them to the floor and Jordan steps out of them too.

Jordan is now bare-assed naked, except for his half socks, 5'3", 100 pounds
of hard muscle with his 5 1/4" erection pointing straight up to the ceiling
and Dylan on his knees staring at it.

"Fuck Jordie, you have the hottest cock I've ever seen. It is so much
cooler than on camera."

Dylan touches Jordan's cock and pulls it down a little to get a really good
look at it.

Jordan giggles and squirms a little.

"Thanks dude, let's take care of you now."

With Dylan on his knees still Jordan pulls Dylan's t-shirt up and over and
off.

"Stand up." Jordan commands.

Jordan unties Dylan's sweats, but he doesn't have Dylan's panache, once
they are untied, he pulls the sweats and boxers down quickly to the floor
in one motion and Dylan's enormous erection is pulled down and then rockets
up and slaps Dylan in the stomach as it too is pointing straight up. Jordan
leaves on Dylan's half socks too. Is there anything sexier than a naked boy
in half socks?

"Holy fuck fuck fuck are you big!" Jordan says as he handles the giant,
hard cock.

Now it is Dylan's turn to giggle.

"Dude, you know that. You've seen it a bunch on Stickam!"

"Yeah, but dude it is so much bigger in real life!"

I agree with Jordan, I thought Dylan was like 7 1/2" when I say him online,
but now I know he has to be over 8"

"Kiss me again," Jordan says to Dylan.

Dylan lowers his head to place his lips on Jordan's again. They make out
naked for about a minute before Dylan picks up Jordan, while still kissing
him and carries him to the bed. Dylan lays down and pulls Jordan on top,
they still haven't stopped kissing the whole time. Jordan is in-between
Dylan's legs, kissing and grinding his cock on Dylan's. Dylan is kissing
back, massaging Jordan's magnificent ass and grinding up into Jordan.

Jordan breaks off the kissing and starts to kiss Dylan's neck.

"No hickies dude, my Mom notices everything"

Jordan mumbles an acknowledgement, but continues to kiss on Dylan's
neck. He starts to kiss down Dylan's chest, stopping on his small, but
erect nipples to nibble and lick.

"Oh shit babe, oh shit that is great!"

Jordan kisses down Dylan's chest and stomach, but in the throes of passion
Jordan isn't exactly patient and he skips down quickly to Dylan's huge
cock. Jordan puts his mouth over it and slides down as far as he can. His
lips barely fit around it. Dylan let's an 'oh fuck' escape his lips while
Jordan for his part gags a little.

Jordan starts working Dylan's hard dick like a pro, all the 'practice' with
Marco seems to have paid off. Jordan is alternating between, licking around
the head, flicking the slit with his tongue and going down, swallowing the
shaft, he seems to be getting deeper and deeper all the time. Jordan works
over Dylan's massive tool for about ten minutes.

Dylan moans and writhes. He runs his fingers through Jordan's close cropped
dark hair.

"Oh fucking A are you good Jordie!"

Dylan slides down the bed a little, but Jordan doesn't miss a stroke. Dylan
reaches over and grabs Jordan's torso and spins Jordan's body until he is
straddling Dylan so Dylan can suck Jordan too. Dylan swallows 5 1/4" easily
and massages Jordan's bare buns with both hands. This goes on for about
fifteen minutes until Dylan rolls to the side and pulls his cock out of
Jordan's mouth.

"Ok, stop Jordan, I am getting too close, I don't want to cum yet."

"Oh, Dylan I want to swallow you!"

"Ha ha, I thought you'd been swallowing me for 15 minutes!." Dylan
chuckled.

"I mean your cum. I want to swallow Dylan juice"

"Oh...  well I want Jordie sausage in me" Dylan grinned back.

"You want me to fuck you? For reals?"

"Crap, we've been "fucking" on Stickam for over a year now, you keep
talking about driving your boy pole in my boy hole, I want it for real
now!"

"Fuck, yeah, let me get a condom and lube!"

"Do you have to wear a condom? I just got tested and I'm clean, the only
guys you are fucking are Marco and Tim and Marco said he and Tim just got
tested and they are clean."

I am a little taken aback that Dylan knows Marco and I got tested and are
clean, but I forget that they talk online. I am even more surprised that he
thinks Jordan and I are fucking.

"I know Marco and Tim are clean, but Tim won't have sex with me, he thinks
I am too much of a kid, I'm only fooling around with Marco, but even he and
I always use condoms. He is pretty insistent on it. He thinks once you get
used to not wearing one it builds a really bad habit."

"Please, just this once, our first time, I want to feel you in me for
real."

"Ok, I remember when you got tested last month. This once."

"Cool! How do you want me?"

"Let's go over here, c'mon."

Jordan grabs two pillows and throws them on the floor in front of the
mirrored closet and closes both doors tightly.

"Put your head on the pillows facing the mirror and get on your knees."

"Fucking hot, I'll be able to watch you in the mirror!"

"Yup" says Jordan grinning and crossing the room to get some lube and a
towel.

This is an opportunity I can't pass up. I grab one of my digital cams and
head through the shower into my bathroom. Jordan left the door open enough
for a person on this side and made sure the doors on the other side were
closed. Did he do all this on purpose? Did he have this in mind?

I move quietly through the closet until I am right in front of Dylan. I am
almost too close, I'll have to lean way back to get good pics. I start
snapping. I get great pics of Dylan's beautiful face and blues eyes. I get
pics that look down his chest to that huge cock. Jordan is standing behind
Dylan and I get great pics of him with his hard cock pointing up and great
pics as he lubes it up and lubes up Dylan's ass. He throws the lube to the
side and says,

"Ready Dylan? I'm going to finger you and loosen you up."

"Go for it dude, I am sooooo ready!"

I keep snapping and Jordan looks up to the mirrored closet, grins and gives
a thumbs up, I snap pics of that and now I know none of this was an
accident, he expects me to be in the closet.

Jordan fingers Dylan for a minute or so, gets up to two fingers going in
and Dylan is moaning softly. I want to lean through the mirror and kiss
Dylan while Jordan bangs him from behind. Instead I get some hot shots of
Dylan's ecstasy.

"K dude, here comes the boy pole for your boy hole."

Jordan is still standing because Dylan's ass is so high, but he crouches
down a little, one had is in the small of Dylan's back he uses his other
hand to pull his cock down and guide it into Dylan's hole. He places the
tip at the entrance and pushes his hips forward slowly.

"Ugh! Go slow babe....  ok, that's good.....  yeah, oh yeah.....  slide it
slowly."

As the shaft slides deeper into Dylan Jordan grabs Dylan's hipbones and
pulls himself all the way in. He throws his head back in pure pleasure.

"You ready to rock Dylan Boy?"

"Go Jordie go."

Jordan sucks in a big breath and pulls back and pushes back forward, He
pulls back and pushes back forward, pulls back and pushes back forward,
slowly at first, but he starts to pick up speed. Jordan has a nice rhythm
going, not too slow, but not so fast he'll cum quickly.

"Oh fuck Jordie, that's it, fuck me stud, keep banging, it feels so fucking
good."

"Fuck yeah Dylan, you're awesome. I love your fucking ass. My boy pole was
made for your boy hole. I can't believe I'm really fucking you
finally. Fuck fuck yeah."

They fuck like this for about ten minutes, Jordan keeping up a steady
pace. Then he stops.

"Ok, Dylan turn sideways to the mirror, go slow though, I don't want to
pull out."

Dylan turns slowly until he is parallel to the mirror. Jordan looks to the
mirror gets a huge grin and gives the thumbs up again. Dylan thinks Jordan
is grinning at him in the mirror and gives a thumps up too. Oh fuck will
that be a good series of pics I just snapped.

Jordan goes back to fucking Dylan. I get great pictures of Jordan's slender
shaft slipping into Dylan's hole and of Dylan's huge cock flopping up and
down as Jordan bangs into him. I stand up in the closet to get a different
angle.

Jordan has broken out in a sweat now that glistens him firm little
frame. It gives him a sexy glow. They go for seven or eight more minutes,
Dylan moans and let's out an 'oh fuck' or 'fuck yeah' every so often.

"Dylan, let's finish on the bed, I can't last much longer."

"Sure ok."

Dylan goes to my bed and gets on his hands and knees again.

"No, on your back, I wanna see your face and kiss you when I cum," a
grinning Jordan says.

"Oh hella hot."

Dylan lays on his back, Jordan get on his knees in between Dylan's legs and
lifts those long thin legs with the half socks on his feet still. Jordan
slides forward and positions his dick at Dylan's hole again. I get some
really hot pictures as Jordan slips back into Dylan. Dylan is so loose
right now Jordan slips in easily. There is no fooling around this time,
Jordan starts out like a man, err boy, on a mission. He is pounding into
Dylan hard and fast.

"Holy fuck, oh fuck me Jordie, oh shit yeah, fuck me hard boy"

I snap a few more pics before I slip out of the closet, through the shower
back into the panic room to watch the conclusion on one the monitors, two
actually, different angles.

Dylan is jacking his massive dick, Jordan is pounding and grunting.

"Oh fuck I am getting close Dylan, so close."

"Do it baby, explode inside me, fill me up!"

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum, kiss me Dylan!"

Jordan leans forward while still pumping and starts kissing Dylan. Three
more pumps and he pulls away from the kiss.

"Ok fuck, I'm cumming. I love you Dylan."

"Oh Jordie, I feel it. I feel your warmth, I love you too, I.... oh fuck!"

Dylan's cock jumps and explodes a stream of cum out onto Dylan's chest and
stomach. Jordan straightens up and pumps another eight or nine times until
he is sure every drop is out and he is going soft. He pulls out and lays
his head on Dylan's chest.

"Oh my God Dylan, that was better than I ever thought possible. I can't
believe we are lovers for real now, not just cyber."

"I know, isn't it amazing. That is the best fuck, I've ever had."

"Ha ha, you've only been fucked by three other guys, but I'll take it
anyway."

I think the smile on Jordan's will never go away. I am jealous of both of
them.

"Mmm, let's shower, you are a mess Dylan. I think I have cum in my ear!"

The boys get up and Jordan takes Dylan by the hand and leads him into my
bathroom. He cranks up the shower and they step inside. This is my cue to
split. I get dressed in my gym clothes and head down to the gym in the
building on the second floor. I want to work up a good sweat and work off
some of the tension that built up in me over the last hour.

I jump on the treadmill and choose the 30 minute hill course, ramp level
12. I hope the boys don't need more than 30-35 minutes to shower and dress.

Back in the condo, Jordan and Dylan snuggle in the shower for about ten
minutes, make out some more and then Jordan say, "we better get dressed,
Tim should be home soon. We don't want to be naked in his shower when he
gets here,"

"Ok, I am getting pruney anyway."

The boys dry off and, dress and head to the great room to play on my video
game console. I have Xbox, PlayStation and a GameCube and they've chosen
the PlayStation and Death by Degrees to play.

I pump it pretty hard on the treadmill and I am dripping wet at the end of
the 30 minute program. I grab my towel and towel off the machine and wipe
the sweat dripping off my forehead and forearms. I am really looking
forward to a great shower. I head up to the condo, hoping the boys are out
of the shower and all dressed and everything. The elevator opens into my
condo and I yell 'hello'.

"In the front room Tim."

Good.

The boys are back in their sweats and t-shirts and socks and their hair
doesn't even look damp.

"Hey guys, what's up? Dylan, nice to see you again."

"Hey Tim, yeah, nice to see you too. Thanks for letting us play here."

"No sweat. I'm gonna grab a shower and then get dressed and maybe we can
get some lunch?"

"Yeah, that would be great, are we going to Bambino's?"

"No Marco is off this weekend and he isn't coming over tonight, his Mom
needs him at home with it being so close to Christmas and all. I thought
maybe we could go to Union Square or the San Francisco Centre and you guys
could do some actual shopping and we can grab lunch down there."

"Oh, cool I am down for that, you Dylan?"

"I'm in."

"Great, so let me shower, Jordan, could you bring me two of those big
Arizona Iced Teas in about five minutes? I really need to rehydrate."

"No prob"

I head down the hall to my bathroom, I glance in my bedroom and nothing is
amiss, no clues to the scene I witnessed just over half an hour
ago. Nothing but a slight musty smell that I recognize and it brings a
smile to my face.

I peel off my wet clothes and throw them in the hamper in the bathroom. I
turn on the rain shower head and the front handheld head. It feels great to
get soaked by the rain shower head and I use the handheld unit to actually
get clean.

Back in the great room Jordan and Dylan are back on the PlayStation for a
couple of minutes and then Jordan says, "C'mon, let's get Tim his iced
teas"

"It hasn't been five minutes has it?" Dylan cocks his head at Jordan.

"Of course not, but don't you want to see Tim naked?" Jordan gives him the
'duh' look.

"Oh," as understanding dawns on Dylan, "won't Tim mind?"

"Oh hell no, he loves showing his body off, nothing embarrasses him."

"Well quick then grab those iced teas before he gets out of the shower!"

The boys grab the iced teas from the fridge and head to the bathroom. I am
about halfway through when they walk in. I am only mildly surprised and not
displeased to see Dylan. I mean fair is fair right? I've seen him naked now
several times, not that he knows that, but I have.

I cut my shower short and step out to the mat and grab a towel.

"Gee, thanks guys, wow, two delivery guys to deliver two cans of iced tea,"
I say grinning.

I watch Dylan out of the corner of my eye and I see him checking out my
package. I make sure he gets a good look. I towel off my head so he thinks
my eyes are covered and he can get a good long look. I towel off my back
vigorously so my cock and balls rock side to side, even Jordan is
transfixed on them. I dry off one leg and the other and then turn around to
pick up my shoes so Dylan can get a good look at my ass, I squat a little
so the cheeks open a little.

"You guys decide where you want lunch?"

"Can we go to the Palace?" Dylan asks, "I mean if that's ok?"

"Oh of course, I love the Palace, I do the Sunday Brunch whenever I
can. Marco and I did the Christmas Brunch last weekend."

I slide the closet open and pull some boxers out, slide them on, put on a
Polo shirt and some Wranglers.

"Dude, that is so cool you can dress in your bathroom or bedroom." Dylan
says.

"Yeah, it is a trick I learned from a hotel in Hawaii and I swore if I ever
built a place, I'd do the same thing."

I finish getting dressed and the boys go to retrieve their jackets and put
their shoes on. We take the 4Runner to the Palace and I valet it. Kenny,
one of the regulars, is working and I lay a $20 on him ask him to leave it
up front and tell him we are heading shopping afterwards.

"No problem Mr. Price, it'll be here when you get done shopping."

"Tim, Tim, Tim, I keep telling you it is Tim, Kenny."

Kenny is a cutie, maybe 20, 21. I can't have him thinking of me as a
'mister' if I am going to ask him to park something else one day.

"Yes sir, "Tim"," Kenny laughs, making the quote sign with his fingers.

That gets a smile out of me and the boys find it hysterical. I think they
are in the afterglow of their love making still. We head into the Garden
Court and the maître de welcomes us, "good afternoon Mr. Price, table for
three?"

"Yes, Michael, something quiet if you have it?"

"Of course sir, right this way."

Michael seats us in a quiet corner and we have a marvelous lunch in one of
the most picturesque dining rooms in San Francisco. Then we strolled down
Market Street to the San Francisco Centre so the boys cab do a bit of
shopping. We burn a couple of hours in the mall and end at Cocoa Bella
Chocolates, one of my favorites places on the planet. They have 'designer'
chocolate from fifteen countries around the world. I buy a pound for me,
two pounds for my mother, two pounds for Teresa Bisignani and a pound each
for Jordan and Dylan to give to their mothers for Christmas.

We head back to the Palace where when Kenny sees us approaching he gets my
keys and pulls the car up. I give him $20 more and wish him a Merry
Christmas. He wishes us the same. By the time we head back to my place it
is getting late so I offer to drive Jordan and Dylan back to Jordan's. The
boys agree so I head over there.

"How are you getting home Dylan?"

"Muni and BART."

"Why don't I drop off Jordan and then drop you at BART, it'll be a lot
faster than trying to deal with buses and all that."

"Ok, that sounds cool, thanks"

I stop at Jordan's house, but not directly in front. Jordan and Dylan get
out, say their goodbyes with a long hug neither one wants to end. They
finally break the hug and Dylan climbs in the front seat.

"So did you guys have fun today," I ask innocently.

"Oh my God, you have no idea," he answers truthfully, but quickly tries to
cover, "I mean yeah, your place is so cool, the video games, lunch,
shopping, just everything. It was a great day."

"Well cool, I am glad you had fun, it was nice hanging with you guys a
little."

"Yeah, you too," he says, but there is obviously something on his
mind. "Can I ask you something? I mean you don't have to answer or
anything."

"Shoot, if I don't want to answer, I'll say so. There's no harm in asking."

He sucks in a breath.

"Why won't you have sex with Jordan?"

Whoa, I never saw that one coming.

"Do you mean besides it is illegal as hell and they'd throw me in jail for
twenty years? I dunno, I just think he is too young. I know a lot of older
guys prey on young guys, take advantage of them and then throw them away
when you are done with them. If I had a nickel for every guy I know that's
happened to I'd be a millionaire."

"Jordan says you are a millionaire."

"Ha ha, I guess I am, but that isn't why. Does what I said make sense
though?"

"Yeah I guess, but Jordan knows you'd never hurt him or drop him, so why
not? How old is old enough?"

"I don't know really. I mean you understand the legal part right?"

"Yeah, but we are gay guys, it isn't like a straight guy who can choose
from 95% of the population, there aren't that many of us. We have to stick
together. A lot of the 15 and 16 year old homos I know are dating guys in
their 20's and 30's and one is even dating a 44 year old."

"I don't know what the right answer is Dylan on what the right age is. It
is just something you feel I guess. I mean you talk to Marco, you know he
and I are close, but he is the scariest, most mature 16 year old I've ever
met and his mother knows that and lets him live his life. That is rare."

I drive down to the Embarcadero BART so Dylan will have the shortest ride
possible back to Berkeley.

"Hey thanks Tim for the ride here, it was great spending time with you and
I loved your place today."

"It was great hanging with you too and you are welcome at my place anytime
Dylan."

"Really?"

"Sure, I had fun today."

"Ok great, I guess I'll see ya around then."

He leans over and gives my a kiss on my cheek. I flush red immediately.

Damn that boy is hot. I can feel the kiss on my cheek all the way home and
Dylan's scent lingers.

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I wake up at 6AM, feeling a little down. For the first time in a long time
I didn't have Marco with me on a Saturday night and I really miss him. He
is such a part of my life now, but it is true absence makes the heart grow
fonder. I know it is good to have space. I throw on a t-shirt and some
basketball shorts over my boxers and decide I won't shave today.

Sunday early is my laundry day, so I get up and start sorting white,
colors, gray and sheets/towels. It isn't the most exciting part of the
week, but it has to get done. My old partners think I am nuts, they have a
maid in twice a week to do laundry and clean, but I am old fashioned and
part Scots, part Dane, two of the most notoriously tight-fisted peoples in
the universe, so I do my own cleaning still.

I am on the last load of laundry and settling in to watch the NFL on
Sunday. I haven't had a chance to watch that much of the morning games
lately since Marco and I have been going to St. Peter & Paul's. Not that I
am complaining, I have really enjoyed going to the masses there, even
though I am not Catholic, it has been great for my Italian. Then the
downstairs front door chime goes off. I go to the wall where the console
is, it shows a on a video screen who is asking for access. I hit
'answer'. It is Dylan.

Whoa.

"Hey Dylan, come on up."

What is Dylan doing here at 10AM on a Sunday?

The elevator opens and Dylan steps into the foyer.

I grin and say, "Hey bud."

"Hey, you said stop by anytime and I have more shopping to do, so I figured
as long as I was in the City I'd stop by and say hi."

Golden Gate Park isn't exactly a shopping district, so he has gone out of
his way a bit to 'drop in', but I am not complaining by any stretch.

"Sure, no problem, take off your jacket and come on in."

He is dressed in the same jacket he had on yesterday, high tops with low
cut socks, and basketball shorts. He takes off the high tops and leaves
them in the foyer, peels his jacket and gives me a hug and another peck on
the cheek.

"I was just going to watch some football, sound cool or do you want to play
some video games?"

"I'm cool either way."

"Did Jordan show you the Media Room?"

"Yeah, it looks awesome."

"Cool so let's so watch in there, it's a 5 1/2 foot screen and I have 14
speakers. It is like being in the stadium for a game or like being IN the
video game."

"Oh hot, that sounds great!"

"Do you want anything to drink?"

"Naw, I'm good."

"Well, if you do, there is a mini fridge in the Media Room so if you want
something later don't be bashful."

We head into the Media Room and I seal the door behind us and crank the
volume.

"Holy crap! Won't the neighbors complain?"

"Go outside and close the door tight behind you."

He leaves the room for 20 seconds and then comes back in.

"That is unbelievable, I didn't hear a sound."

"Yeah, it is pretty cool."

We watch the Niner's - Rams game and early on the Rams are smoking them,
but no surprise, the Niner's have only won two games so far this year. It
is loud so Dylan and I aren't talking much and he is texting every so
often, but that is cool because I am not sure what I would say anyway. I am
fixated though by the huge bulge in his basketball shorts. I can't tell if
he is partly hard or if the basketball shorts just accentuate his size.

The first quarter ends and despite being outplayed by the Rams, the Niner's
are actually up 7-3.

"You ready for a drink yet?" I ask him, trying to not stare at his bulge
when I talk to him.

"Sure, what do you have?"

 "Just about any juice or soda you want," is my response and now I am
actually finding it easy to stay focused on his beautiful blue eyes and
dimpled cheeks. When he smiles, I just melt into those dimples.

"Do you have Mountain Dew?"

"Ha of course, it is like all Jordan drinks."

I grab a Dew from the mini fridge, but when I go to hand it to Dylan I
twist in the just the right, or rather wrong, way and I grimace.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh my back, it is perpetually tight and then I tweaked it the other day."

"Want me to rub it for you?"

"Sure, that would be cool."


I lay on the floor and Dylan straddles me and starts to massage my back a
little through my shirt. It feels pretty good, he has a nice touch.

"Do you have any oil? I could do a better job with some oil and your shirt
off."

"Yeah, in my bedroom I have massage oil and stuff."

"You want to go in there?" he asks.

"Sure."

I turn off the TV and we head into my bedroom. I grab the eucalyptus
massage oil and hand it to Dylan. I pull off my shirt and my basketball
shorts and lay down on my bed in my boxers.

"Do you mind if I take off my shirt too?"

"Not at all Dylan, get comfortable."

Even though I am kind of face down on the bed, I still see Dylan's t-shirt
AND basketball shorts hit the floor. So now we are both in boxers only. He
texts one last message and puts his phone down on the night stand.

"Can you put on some music to massage by?" Dylan asks.

"No problem."

I grab the controller and put on a soft jazz station that is pretty mellow.

Dylan squirts the massage oil on my back and I flinch a little since it is
cold.

"Sorry about that, I'll warm it up when I start rubbing."

Dylan straddles me and starts to spread the oil across my back. I can feel
his ginormous cock on my ass. I can't tell he has a semi, or if it just
because it is so big, but the fact that two thin, cotton layers separates
his cock and my bare butt gives me more than a semi.

He works the oil around my back and up into my neck and shoulders. It
actually feels great. He digs his thumbs into my knots and is doing a great
job. He works my back for about fifteen minutes, working the muscles,
getting lower and lower until he gets to my lower back and the biggest
knots I have just above my beltline. Dylan spends about three minutes on my
lower back and his fingers creep under the waist band of my boxers; a
little at first and then a bit more and a bit more and a bit more. Finally
I say.

"You can take them off if they are in the way."

"Really?" his voice goes an octave higher.

"Really."

He grips my boxers and slides them slowly down, I lift my hips to make it
easier for him to slip them off. I see my boxers hit the floor followed by
a second pair. Interesting.

Dylan continues his massage by massaging my lower back and on down to my
ass and legs. I don't think he knows where to go from here. Maybe I need to
nudge him a bit in the right direction.

"Dylan, do you think you could massage my neck and shoulders some more?"

Dylan straddles me again to reach my neck and shoulders. Without two thin
layers of cotton boxers there is no doubt this time, his cock is hard as a
rock, huge and resting in my crack. I spread my legs open and while Dylan
rubs up my back, he moves his hips up too and slides his cock up my crack
and then slides it back. After about seven or eight times of this he lays
down on me and rests his head on mine with his big cock firmly ensconced in
my crack

"Now what?" He asks.

"I think it is time for you to massage my front now."

"Cool! Roll over!"

Dylan lifts himself a little so I can roll over. I roll over and he lays
back down on me, his big erection, resting on mine, I wrap my arms around
him.

"Do you really want me to massage your chest?"

I don't answer, I just pull his head to me and kiss him. He doesn't need
any special encouragement and pretty quickly we are kissing
passionately. While our tongues are battling for supremacy, his hips are
grinding into me and I have my legs spread and I push up into him as well.

I grab on to Dylan and roll him on to his back. I go to work kissing and
licking his neck while I pinch and tease his nipples so when I get to them
to licking and biting them they are already fully erect and sensitive.

"Oh Tim, my God"

I am not any more patient than Jordan was yesterday, I just want to get
Dylan's long, thick cock in my mouth as soon as possible. I finally get
there and now up close I can see that he doesn't trim, the sparse brownish,
blonde hairs are natural. I start by licking Dylan's head pretty good and
work my tongue up and down the slit and around the hole. I can feel his
cock jerking involuntarily as it reacts to the licking it is getting. I
then take the plunge and go down on it.

Unlike Jordan yesterday, I have no problem getting my mouth around it and
taking all of Dylan. I swallow that boy's cock until my nose is touching
his pubes. I go up and down a few times deep throating him and he responds
with moans, groans and squirms. I give him head for a good ten minutes,
alternating between working the head and deep throating.

Then I move to lick his hairless balls and lift them out of the way to lick
and kiss his inner thigh. I lift his small, hairless balls and lick the
area just below them. He lets out a loud moan as I hit that sensitive
area. I pull him forward a bit so I can lift his hips a bit. I lift the
hips and that brings the promised land up, there is his boy rose that
Jordan was pounding less than 24 hours ago. I think Dylan almost jumped out
of his skin when my tongue first hit his hole. I lick the sensitive areas
around the edge first and then drive my tongue in the hole. I think it is
slightly loose still from its working over yesterday.

"Oh yes, yes, oh Tim fuck me. Fuck me Tim."

I get up to my knees.

"Oh hell no."

Dylan looks stunned.

"Hell no?"

Now he looks puzzled.

"You are fucking me boy!"

"Really?" his eyes get big as saucers, "no one's ever let me top before,
they say I'm too big."

"You are that, but nothing a guy with some experience can't handle."

Now Dylan sits up.

"So what do I do?"

"Get some lube and a condom out of the drawer and we'll go from there."

"Oh Tim, do I have to wear a condom? I know I'm negative, I know you're
negative and Marco is negative and Jordan isn't doing anyone besides you
and Marco, so we are all clean."

"I am negative and I am NOT doing Jordan, but yeah for your first time ever
I'll bareback for you, but we are going to have a long talk when we are
done..

"Lay back though Dylan, let me finish this off first."

I push him back down and go back to work on his cock.

"Hey, I thought I was going to fuck you?"

"You will, but I don't want a three minute fuck, I'm going to make you cum
first and then the second time will take longer and feel better. Trust me."

"I've never cum twice without a couple of hours in between." Dylan says
with some uncertainty in his voice.

"Don't worry, I'll have you hard again five minutes after you cum. Now stop
distracting me."

I go to work on his cock in earnest. My tongue flicks quickly around his
large head and flies up and down his slit while my hand works the shaft. I
can feel him writhing and moaning and hear his breathing getting faster. I
switch to deep throating him again. My head bobs up and down quickly, I
keep getting faster and then about two minutes into the renewed blow job
Dylan starts gasping.

"Oh fuck, Tim I'm gonna cum."

I just speed up all the more and fifteen seconds later I can feel his boy
cum hitting the back of my throat and my mouth filling up. I swallow and
swallow and swallow some more but I think he'll never be empty. I slow down
my bobbing and then back off and now lick the suddenly sensitive head. His
cock jumps, he gasps again and another little pearl drop of cum appears and
I lick it off and that causes him to moan again.

"Damn, I can't believe how great that was, on my God, I never knew head
could be so amazing."

"I've done all the work so far, you'll get your chance in a minute."

I start kissing Dylan's neck and licking it and gently biting it. I pinch
his nipples lightly and then a little harder to make them hard and I go to
work with my tongue on his nipples.

Dylan groans and his cock springs back to life. I work his nipple another
minute and I can see he is fully erect again.

"Ok junior, showtime."

I grab a bottle of lube from the night stand and lube up Dylan's
monster. Since he isn't going to use a condom I use the oil based lube, it
is really great, so much better than the water based stuff.

I roll onto my back and Dylan gets to his knees.

"Ok, so what do I do?"

"What is your favorite fucking position?"

"I dunno, I got fucked once from behind and that was pretty hot, the guy
was kinda standing and he drilled me pretty good, my first time I sat on it
and that was good, but I want this special. I want to kiss you and look you
in the eye when I cum."

"Ok, so get between my legs and lift my hips up about twice as high as you
think you have to."

He lifts my legs, but not quite high enough.

"A little higher.....  that's it. Now grab the lube and lube up my hole and
starting penetrating me with your finger, use the middle one. Yeah, go slow
though. So now use your first and second fingers....... oooo, yeah. Ok,
we're ready, slide up as close as you can and pull your cock down and put
the head at the entrance of my hole, hook your elbow behind one of my knees
to hold me up and with your other hand guide your head into my hole, just
get the head in and let me adjust."

Dylan does as he is told and now it is my turn to gasp a little as that
huge head enters me.

"You ok Tim?"

"Yeah, I'm good, its just been a while since I've had anyone so big. "

I relax about ten seconds.

"Ok, Dylan, I'm going to push out and when you feel me starting to relax,
slide in all the way, not too fast, but slide it in as far as you
can. Ready? Here we go."

I push out and then relax and I can feel Dylan respond and slide himself in
all the way. I groan a little, and not an ecstasy groan, but a pain one,
but he is in all the way.

"Really Tim if it hurts, I can stop."

"The hell you will! Give me a couple of seconds."

I wait about ten seconds as my muscles relax around the telephone pole
inside of me.

"Ok Dylan, start fucking away boy, I'm ready, go slow and pace
yourself. You'll get the hang of it."

Dylan is a little awkward at first, he has a hard time keeping his thrusts
consistent, but after about five minutes he is into a good rhythm and now
he is really hitting the right spots.

"Fuck yeah Dylan, now you got it, keep that going."

"Shit Tim, this is so hot, fuck it feels amazing, so tight and warm."

Dylan is picking up his pace a little and I close my eyes and lose myself
in his love making. I arch my back a little and roll my head back, it feels
so good.

Twenty minutes into it and Dylan is really pumping now so I know he can't
last much longer, a 15 year old won't know how to back off and slow down so
I start stroking myself too. The feeling is so intense with that giant cock
banging around inside of me. I think I am ready for him to cum too, I know
I am going to be sore in the morning.

"So close Tim, so close, kiss me."

Dylan bends forward to kiss me and that drives him deeper and he bangs into
my prostate, my cock jumps and shoots a huge load into Dylan's chest and,
Dylan gasps, "oh fuck" and I can feel him shooting a huge, hot load into
me.

"Oh fucking hell Tim, yes..  oh fuck yea....  Shit what a feeling!"

He pumps a few more times and then roles off me and snuggles into me and
sighs a giant sigh.

"Oh Tim, it is always that good."

I laugh a little, "I don't know how good that was for you, but yes, that is
why people do crazy things for sex and why we are going to have a nice long
talk about life, sex and what pigs men are and why this was your last
condom-less sex until you have a boy friend and you both test clean and you
know you can trust him to not cheat."

"Ok Tim, I promise, no more condom-less sex."

We lay there a couple of minutes relaxing.

"You ready to shower baby," I say to Dylan.

He kisses my cheek and says "sure".

"And Tim thanks."

"Thanks for what?"

"For everything, for being my friend and mostly for letting me top you and
you being my first. It was amazing, I'll never forget it."

"I'm glad you liked it, I had a great time too."

I plant a deep kiss on him, it lasts about 45 seconds.

"C'mon, let's go shower."

I roll over him and take his hand and lead him into the bathroom. We get in
the shower and in a reverse of roles for me, the taller Dylan is in back
and I am in front, his arms wrapped around me and I close my eyes and lean
back into him. I hear the shower door open and at first that doesn't
register until I hear Jordan's voice. I open my eyes and see a naked and
semi-erect Jordan entering the shower.

"Oh my God, that was the hottest thing I've ever seen, I fucking came
twice."

"What the.....  where did you come from? Oh wait, I get it, you are who
Dylan was texting!"

"Yup, when he told me he was coming over I told him to text me if things
got hot and boy did they get hot! Hot, hot, hot!"

"Come here you little shit."

I pull Jordan in front of me. He is looking terribly hot today and I am a
little bit horny still so I'll have to be careful. I wrap my arms around
him like Dylan's are around me. My cock is a little hard still and Jordan
can feel it. He shimmies his hard little ass on it and my cock gets even
harder. This is where I stop him normally, but I just don't feel like it
right now. Jordan maneuvers so my now fully erect cock is sticking up and
down in his crack and this seems to satisfy him because he stops
squirming. I look down his front and he has a full erection too. I would
love to reach down and stroke him, or more, but this has gone far enough
already.

"So boys, now what?" Dylan says finally.

"Let's have a three way!" is Jordan's enthusiastic idea.

"I'm going to get out and dry off and then buy lunch for two of my favorite
guys....... If I can get them on the phone!" I tease.

Dylan slaps me playfully in the side of the head and Jordan reaches behind
and slaps my ass. I laugh and break away from the two boys. I grab a towel
and dry off quickly facing away from the boys. I don't know if Dylan saw my
erection in Jordan's ass, but the less he sees, the better I figure.

I go into my bedroom to finish getting dressed and Jordan comes in naked,
his erection is almost completely gone, and comes over to me and plants a
kiss on my cheek.

"Thanks Tim." He says quietly

I am puzzled, "thanks for what?"

"You know for not pulling away from me when I was rubbing on you. I get why
you don't want to go further with me and I can wait, but that was cool. I
really liked it. That is good enough for now for me, so thanks."

"You are welcome I think, but you caught me at the right mood and moment, I
was still horned up from Dylan."

"Oh fuck was that hot," Jordan giggled again. "I'll be jacking to that
scene in my head for a while!"

"Get dressed and let's go eat."

Dylan comes in the room, his dick is completely soft and it still looks big
and it occurs to me this is the first time I've seen him soft and I notice
his Speedo tan for the first time too.

"Are you swimmer Dylan?"

"A swimmer and polo player. I play for Berkeley High"

"No way, you know I played polo at Stanford right?"

"Yeah Marco told, I've been meaning to talk to you about it, maybe you
could help me sometime?"

"Sure, I'd love to. Any weekend you are free I can come to Berkeley or we
can go to Stanford and work out."

"That would be awesome Tim!"

We all finish getting dressed and head off to Scoma's for a nice seafood
lunch.

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It is Christmas Day and I've had a great weekend so far. I dropped off the
presents for Marco, Teresa and Jordan on Friday, flew down to my parents
for the weekend and had a great time in general with my extended family
Christmas Eve at my grandparents in Pasadena followed by a quiet Christmas
morning brunch with my parents, younger brother, older sister and her
family. Now I am off the plane and heading towards the Bisignani's for
Christmas dinner and I am really looking forward to it.

I call Marco when I am about five minutes out and ask him to meet me out
front to help me with the wine. He is standing at the curb when I get there
and gives me a big kiss.

"Hey it's been a while, I've missed you. Thanks for the lap top, but you
really shouldn't have Tim."

"Marco you're welcome and I cleared it with your Mom first. I know you need
one and I have so much money I don't know how to spend it all. Oh and I've
missed you too babe, any chance of you coming home with me tonight?"

"Sure, that shouldn't be a problem."

He grabs one case of wine and I grab the other.

"Isn't this a lot of wine for 15 people?"

"Eh, I brought a case for tonight and a case just for your Mom in
general. With you and six more like you the lady mass quantities of
alcohol."

Marco kisses me again.

"She is already thrilled with the Calabrian pottery you bought her, she was
so surprised she cried. She said it was like her Momma brought with her
from Italy."

We enter the Bisignani's house and there is a dull roar from the
conversations going on. The first person I see is Jordan and he comes
rushing at me.

"Tim, oh Tim, thank you, thank you, thank you, for the Nintendo. That is
the hottest game console in the world right now, no one can get them!"

He plants a huge kiss on my cheek and I blush, but his Mom is smiling so I
guess it is ok. Marianna comes over while Joey Jr., Marco's oldest brother,
takes the wine from me.

"Merry Christmas Tim and thanks for the game for Jordan and thanks for
asking me first, that was very thoughtful."

"Merry Christmas to you too, I am glad he liked it. Just be sure you keep
in the front room so you can control it, those things are worse than
cocaine."

"Buon Natale Timothy, lei è angelo, ringraziarla per le terraglie." (Merry
Christmas Tim, you are an angel, thank you for the pottery)

"Lei è benvenuto, la ringrazia per la sua ospitalità, e suo figlio, poterlo
rubo stasera?" (You are welcome and thank you for your hospitality and your
son. Can I steal him tonight?)

"Of course you can steal him tonight, he has been bouncing off the walls
without you."

Teresa, Maria, Teresa's mother, and the girls have been cooking all day
today and all day yesterday. Dinner starts with a selection of antipasti
including salami and Parma ham, anchovies, cheeses, four types of olives,
pickled garlic and a glass or two of the sparkling prosecco I
brought. Everyone gets a glass except the youngest, Anne & David, even
Jordan gets a small glass, "Saluts' go all around the room and Joey Jr. as
the man of the house opens with a blessing.  Then we have hearty filled
pasta dishes, agnolotti, ravioli and tortellini. We go on to the roasted
fish dish and it is a great roasted tuna with olive oil, rosemary, thyme,
parsley, lemon and garlic, roasted to perfection, Next comes the roast
turkey, served with lashings of vegetables, roasted red potatoes and
special pork meatballs. Wine is poured around the table and again, Marianna
allows Jordan a small glass. For Christmas dessert, we have traditional
panettone and a pandolce with pine nuts.

After dinner we sit in the living room to drink Italian espresso and
relax. I am stuffed and ready to sleep. Between the travel today, the wine
and the copious amounts of food I am ready to crash. I wait as long as I
can to be polite and then I catch Marco's eye to say 'let's
split'. Marianna and Jordan are still here so when Marco and I leave it'll
blow that cover, but it might be a good thing too. Either Marianna will
panic because she knows I am capable of sex with a younger guy or she'll
relax knowing Marco and I are a couple and Teresa is ok with that.

Marco and I stand.

"Teresa, I am beat, it has been a long weekend for me, thanks so much for
your hospitality and an amazing meal, but I think Marco and I are going to
head home."

Teresa gets up too.

"Merry Christmas Tim, I am so glad you could join us. Merry Christmas
honey," she says to Marco, "and thanks for the necklace, it is precious."

Marianna and Jordan stand too and then everyone does and kisses hugs and
goodbyes are exchanged. Jordan kisses me on the lips goodbye and thanks me
again and then kisses Marco on the lips too. If Marianna is surprised, she
doesn't show it. She gives me a kiss and thanks me again too.

On the drive home, Marco holds my hand and I try to digest more than my
meal. I try to digest all that happened at that dinner and the interplays
and I wonder how it will change things. It finally dawns on me that Teresa
inviting Jordan and Marianna wasn't an accident, but that it was a careful
plan.

I just don't know how it is going to turn out.



End of Chapter Five