Date: Sat, 27 Feb 2010 21:03:37 -0800 From: Tim P Subject: Jordan's Tale Chapter 9 All rights reserved. Other than downloading one copy for personal enjoyment, no part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted by any means, except for reviews, without the written permission of the author. Comments on the story are appreciated and may be addressed to the author, Tim Price at privatetimm@gmail.com All the usual disclaimers apply. This is a work of pure fiction and a fetid imagination. If it is illegal to read this where you live, don't read it. If you are under legal age where you live, don't read it. This story contains descriptions of consensual sexual contact between males, adult and minor. It is written for the entertainment of mature adults. Passing through Nifty's main page to get here is your way of saying it is legal for you to be reading it. Now that Daylights Savings Time has started, Jordan and I can meet in the park for an hour or two after work during the week. It is soccer season, or at least it is for Jordan. He is on an AYSO team so we kick the ball around and work on his passing and footwork. I have been to a couple of his games, especially when Marianna can't be there because the games are on Saturday and her schedule at the hospital still has her working weekends. I know she appreciates me going the weeks she can't be there so Jordan feels supported because she has told me as much. I know parents of the other kids are speculating who I am; Marianna's boy friend, Jordan's uncle or who. She told a couple of the moms I am Jordan's godfather and I guess I pretty much am. He is his team's striker and with him leading the offense they are 5-1 so far. He is a gifted athlete and I think our sessions help him too. He is also growing. Jordan was 5'3" when I met him, now he is over 5'4", he has put on some more muscle (like he needed any more) and he letting his hair go a little longer so it flops and flies when he chases the ball. He has a game this Saturday across the Bay and I know Dylan is going, so I decide to stay home and do some work and catch up on my reading. I also need to recover from last weekend at the Palace. It was dizzying and you needed a program to keep all the players straight. Friday I get a text message, "Noriega's tomorrow?" I smile. I have to hand it to Bryce, he is persistent. Sure, why not, I need to eat lunch anyway and I do love Noriega's, "sure what time?". '11:30?' is the answer back. '11:30 it is' I confirm. Should be an interesting lunch, I wonder what is on Bryce's mind. I think I know, but you never know for sure. Marco spends the night and we go out to Hyde Street Seafood, one of my favorite haunts for dinner. Marco and I have been going to more places now where we might run business associates or friends of mine and have a few times. I introduce Marco simply as Marco and I can tell my friends are dying to grill him, but they don't get too much of a chance. One friend did manage to corner Marco while we were waiting to be seated at Antica and I did catch a part of the conversation. When my friend was questioning Marco and asked what he did, Marco told him he was my personal chef. I know that intrigued my friend even more, but Marco shifted the conversation and took control of it quizzing my friend about his date. He had my friend so tied in knots, I was almost amused. It did convince me I could start moving Marco around my circle a bit more than I have so far. Our meal at Hyde Street is great. Marco and I split a platter of raw oysters, they say it is good for... well never mind, it isn't like Marco and I have ever needed any extra incentive. For dinner, I go for the cioppino, my favorite dish here, and Marco goes with the Pan Fried Sole Meuniere, which is becoming his favorite here. We get home at 10PM or so and it is a great late spring night so I grab a bottle of Seven of Hearts, a lovely Pinot Noir from Oregon, two wine glasses and head to the balcony off my bedroom. I place the wine and glasses down and go back in my bedroom to strip down, Marco is already almost naked so I catch up quickly. We put on our robes and go out to the couch to drink our wine and cuddle. It is such a nice night we don't even need to put on any of the heaters, but I do put on the fire pit, because I love the ambiance it creates. We snuggle and talk about the day and kiss a little. I mention I am meeting Bryce for lunch tomorrow. "I don't know any of the young polo players, that well," Marco says, "I know the seniors like Jason, Ryan and John really well, but we don't mix with the young guys that much. How did the lunch come up?" I tell him about my swimming day at St. Ignatius, Bryce's reaction and how quickly he texted me for a rain check on lunch. "Poor kid," 'old man' Marco says, "probably gay or questioning and that damn Catholic guilt gets you every time. I swear the more they tell you it is sin the better it sounds every time. And I all I ever got from my confessions about older guys was more offers for dates. I learned pretty quickly there are some things you just can't tell anyone." I look at him on the "more offers for dates" comment. "I swear," he says laughing, "you should have heard the questions I got after I confessed about my first couple of guys. You would have thought it was AOL chat room not a confessional." "I'll find out what Bryce has on his mind, maybe we can provide the poor boy some resources and comfort if he really is trying to find his way through the sexuality maze." Marco and I finished our wine and went to bed, no wild sex tonight, just a nice, pleasant evening of togetherness. I wake up at 5AM and get out of bed at 6AM, the hour I am awake I cuddle in to Marco, flipped on Fox News Saturday morning, that Clayton guy is so hot and just try to relax because I know Marco is out until at least 7AM or 7:30. When I get out of bed at 6AM, I go for a jog in the park and come back just before 7AM and grind up some Italian roast beans and make a pot of coffee. Marco comes out in his birthday suit looking as cute as ever. He grabs a cup of coffee, kisses me and says one word. "Judy's?" I light up, he knows I love Judy's Café. "Yeah, that sounds great but you reeeally need to brush your teeth hun." "Morning breath hunh?" "Oh yeah, bad... Hyde Street Sole Meuniere and Pinot Noir... go brush your teeth, we can grab a quick shower and beat the crowd. "Can we beat something else first?" he asks. Damn 16 year old libido is going to be the death of me. I don't know if he literally means for us to just jack each other off, or if he was just using a clever phrase because I said 'beat the crowd'. I actually hope he means for us to jerk each other, because of all the things we have done, we really haven't jacked each other to climax, the jacking was just a bridge between other activities. I get the shower going and when Marco joins me in the shower after brushing his teeth he brings the oil based lube in so I am guessing he really did mean "beat" in the literal sense. The first thing he does is kiss me. His morning breath is now 'minty fresh'. "Wow, that is big improvement!" I say with a grin. "I know, I'm 'minty fresh' now." Damn, we've both seen way too many Scope commercials obviously. Marco doesn't want to discuss marketing and advertising, he wants a little lovin'. He kisses me deeply and without taking his lips off mine he grabs the bottle of lube and starts to jack me, I reach for the bottle, but Marco holds it away from me. "No," he breathes quietly, "just let me, I don't want to be distracted." I am content to let him go and go he does. He starts by massaging my totally hard cock with one hand and then switches to two hands, pulling hand over like he is pulling a rope, he keeps it up for a couple of minutes and he is driving me wild, then he twists the two hands in opposite directions, but gently, and this sensation is better than the last. Then he holds me with one hand and rubs the palm of his other hand all over my head and I know I am not long for it with this technique and sure enough, I am shooting all over Marco's stomach within thirty seconds, but he doesn't ease up, he milks me for all I am worth until I can't take any more and pull him off in surrender. "Babe, I don't know where you learn this stuff." I say breathing hard. Marco turns around and leans into me as I wrap my arms around him. With his back to me he turns his head to kiss me. Now it's mine turn to please him. I grab the lube and oil my hands up. Let's see if I can't teach the boy a thing or two. I start with the 'campfire' technique, rubbing his terribly hard 7" cock in-between my two hands like I am starting a fire. His tongue plunges deep into my mouth in surprise as I start. A couple of minutes of that, and I grab Macro's cock with my right hand and holding my left hand steady, I move his cock back and forth so his head moves across my palm. I can tell by his squirming butt in my crotch that he is going wild, a couple more minutes and his fountain should be exploding too. I'll finish with the 'fake lips' technique. I take my index and middle fingers on one hand to make the lips, then push Marco's penis between the index and middle fingers with the other hand. A moan escapes his lips, then an 'oh fuck' and then an 'ugh' and finally I see his cum shooting like a Roman candle and Marco's knees buckle and he collapses back into me. I finish and Marco turns back to face me and we just embrace in the hot water for a couple of minutes while Marco's breathing returns to normal. "Wow," he gasps quietly, "let's get going to Judy's" One of the reasons I love Marco so much is he listens and cares and has consideration. So many of the guys I dated, all of whom were older than Marco by at least five years, never really listened to me or anyone, they were so absorbed in themselves and their world. Going to Judy's Café is to make me happy and getting up at to what most guys his age is an ungodly hour on a weekend is more of the same. We get to Judy's early enough that we don't have to wait. I get my usual NY Scramble and Marco get the Sourdough French Toast he loves so much. I think how lucky he is to have grown up in this city in a community of his family heritage. His grandmother came to this country when Italy was tightly in the grip of Mussolini and in a war. She was a new bride and she and her new husband were able to flee Italy before he got called up to the army. They made their way to the Alexander Valley where Marco's grandfather had a cousin working the vineyards in the Italian Swiss Colony in Asti. Fredo and Maria raised their seven children, in the Alexander Valley with Fredo eventually rising in the Asti Winery to be the chief vine master, in charge of growing the grapes for them. It was a job he held until he was 89 and he passed away at age 95 in 1999, six years later. *********************************************************************************************************************** I get to The Pizza Place on Noriega at 11:25AM and Bryce is out front waiting. Ha, I wonder what time he got here. He is dressed in a Polo shirt, untucked, khaki shorts and tennis shoes with half socks. I ask him what he wants and he says he usually gets the Meat Head Pizza but he is good with whatever I want. "Are we eating here or getting it to go?" I ask Bryce. He thinks a bit and says. "To go would be good, it'll be easier to talk and stuff," he says, but blushes while he says it; wonder what that is all about. I order a dozen wings, green salad for two and a large Meat Head Pizza. I get us some drinks too while we wait for the order to be ready. We don't chat about anything big, how his week was, how club polo is, stuff like that. The order is ready and I ask Bryce where he wants to eat it. "Let's try the beach," he suggests. We jump in my 4Runner and head the couple of blocks down to the Pacific Ocean. As we drive by and I am looking for parking I hear a groan from Bryce. "What?" I ask. "There are a bunch of peeps I know from school here, can we go someplace else?" "Sure, how about Golden Gate Park, there's lots of room there." "Ok, the Park sounds cool." I turn around on the Great Highway and take it up to Fulton and head down to the Park area by my condo. We do some more chit chat in the car, but not what I think is on his mind. In the course of out chit chat, Bryce asks where I live. "Right across from the park actually, on Fulton and 6th." "Really?," he says looking at me, "So we are close to your place then?" "Yeah pretty close," I answer thinking nothing about it. "Do.. do you just want to go there then," he stammers, "I mean is that easier?" I stop at the red light at Fulton and Presidio Park and turn to look to look at Bryce. "You want to go to my place?" I arch my eyebrows. Bryce turns crimson, but doesn't avert my eyes. "I, I mean it sounds like the easiest place, right?" I smile a wry smile and turn off my right blinker. "Yeah, my place is fine; it will certainly be a quiet place to talk." I continue down Fulton and pull into the underground garage for my building. Bryce and I grab the food and head up to my place. He is blown away when the elevator opens directly into my condo and he sees the size and layout. "How does the lanai sound? It's a nice day today? "Sure," he says kind of quietly as he looks around. "You live here alone?" he wants to know. "Ha ha yeah, just me for the most part." I take the food to the lanai that overlooks the park and turn on the TV to ESPN HD. I hope the macho sports station will help Bryce relax a little; he seems like a mouse in a mouse trap factory, walking on eggshells. I grab some utensils and plates from the buffet on the lanai and lay them out on the table. "What do you want to drink Bryce?" "Coke, Pepsi, whatever you have is cool." He settles into one of the chairs and digs into the plate of wings right away, and grabs a piece of the Meat Head and shakes some grated parmesan cheese on it. I go for the salad first on look over Bryce while he is concentrating on the food. He is probably 5'6", brown hair, blue eyes, 125 pounds maybe, over all a very nice combo, he is a very cute guy; I bet a lot of hearts flutter over him at St. Ignatius. Bryce looks up and sees me looking him over and blushes and glances down. "How is that pizza B?" I ask nonchalantly. He has a mouthful, so he can't really answer, but he nods and I know it is good, he has a little grease on his chin and a string of cheese hanging off it too. He brushes off both with a napkin. "Really good," he seems to have regained some composure. I sit next to him at the table, I tell him it is so I can see the TV easier, but it really gives me a chance to study him more and try and figure out what is on his mind. We don't talk much through lunch; we just watch Sports Center and eat. I do check out Bryce a few times as if by looking at him, I'll be able to read what is on his mind. Does he feel my eyes on him? There is a noticeable bulging in his shorts, the boy is hard as a rock, and he tries to pull his shirt over it to hide it a little, but he never really turns to look at me so he can't be sure I am looking at him; maybe it is just one of those spontaneous boners 15 year olds get or maybe it is being alone with a man, who knows. We finish up lunch, so maybe now Bryce will spill what's on his mind. "That was great, Tim, thanks." "No problem Bryce, do you want to move to the couch? We'll be more comfortable." "Uh, sure," he responds. I sit at one end of the couch and I turn down, the sound on the TV. Bryce moves away from the table to sit on the other end of the couch. I can see his erection has diminished, but it isn't completely gone. We look at each other for a little, bit, it feels like forever, but it is probably no more than 20 seconds. "So, what's up Bryce," I ask, not intending to be funny. "I, I... don't know where to begin," he stammers. "Let me help you, does it have to do with the fact that you get erections around me?" I offer, jumping right into it. He turns so red I think he is going to burst into flames. Then he looks like he might cry. "Sorry Bryce, I didn't mean to jump there so quickly, it just came out, just relax and talk to me." "I think I might be gay," he says flat out. He looks down and a tear does roll down his cheek. I get up and move down next to him. I sit and pull him into me and the water works really start. He buries his head into my chest and cries hard, but silently, I can feel his body moving underneath me as the silent sobs wrack his body. He cries for about three minutes solid and then the tears and sobs slow down. He looks up at me and sees my tear stained cheeks, as he wipes his tears he asks me. "Why are you crying?" "You are a great young guy Bryce, the pain you are feeling hurts me. I hate seeing anyone in pain like this. Now talk to me about you." "I don't know where to begin," he says, still looking up at me. "Turn around, lay back into me and just talk, tell me what's in your heart." He turns away from me and lays back, I wrap my arms around his torso and massage his chest gently and slowly with my thumb, hoping it keeps him calm and comfortable. "Ever since 6th grade I've been noticing guys, especially in swimming and water polo. Since I discovered jacking off it has always been guys I have thought about when I jack off. I've done cam to cam stuff with guys and I've even let a couple of guys jack me off and suck me. You are the first person I've ever, ever told this, the first I've ever talked to about it. I mean even the guys I've done stuff with, we've never talked about any of it......" I interrupt him, "because you spent some time crying, I am guessing you are not especially happy about being gay. Why were you crying?" "I'm scared Tim," he says flatly. "What are you scared of B?" "Everything." He starts crying again softly. I pull him tighter into me as if I could squeeze his pain and fear away. "I am scared people will hate me," he continues, "I am scared my parents will hate me, I am scared God will hate me." Marco is right, Catholic guilt; guilt and fear, the great killers of youth. "Bryce, I've met your parents, they won't hate you; they may not be happy for a while, but they won't hate you. Most of your friends won't hate you; you've known the majority of them since Kindergarten at St. Thomas. I can't tell you all of them will stick with you, but I know most will and as to God, well he is always going to love you Bryce." My tears have returned too. I just hate seeing people in pain. "I know Tim, I think all that sometimes, but then my mind starts working and everything goes sideways." "What was that all about at the pool a couple of weeks ago, and earlier, why do I give you an erection?" "I've heard rumors you were gay. I think you are really cute too and I was hoping you'd think I was cute and we could...... you know." I laugh. "I know it's stupid that you would think a kid like me is cute, you can have any guy you want." "That isn't why I am laughing Bryce, I think it is cute you have a crush on me and any guy would be happy to ...... 'you know' with you. You are cute, sweet and have a hell of a body." "Really? You really think so? You aren't just saying it?" "No, it's true. Now tell me what you think would happen if you came out, what do you think will happen if you stay in the closet? What do you want your future to be?" "Like I said, I am scared people will reject me, beat me up, ignore me, say things, all the usual stuff. I hear the things the guys on the polo team say about guys they think are gay, the guys in drama, a couple of guys in cross country. I don't want them saying stuff about me like that." "You said you heard rumors I was gay, was that from guys on the polo team? How do they talk about me?" I am curious what they know and what they think, and I wonder if they say shit behind my back despite being nice to my face. "Yeah, I heard it from guys in polo, but no one talks shit about you because you are a fucking stud and they all know it and you don't act all gay or anything. It was just more like you were and that was it." "Do you 'act gay'? Aren't you a fucking stud? Do you think they'd treat you different?" I probe. "I don't think I act gay, but I don't know if they would be comfortable with me grabbing them and all that knowing I am gay, so I dunno what they might say." "If you came out, do you think your parents would throw you out of the house?" is my next question. "No, of course not," he hesitates, "but it would totally change how they treat me and what they think of me, they might force me into therapy or something." "What about staying in the closet? Can you laugh at gay jokes, go to prom with a girl, continue to live a lie?" Bryce tears up at that last bit. "I know I am a shit and a coward, but I do what I have to do," he says softly as a single, big tear rolls down his cheek. "You aren't a shit or a coward Bryce, I started sucking cock when I was 13, but stayed deep in the closet until after college because as you have said, being a 'mo in water polo isn't cool. I am still only really out to people on a need to know basis, or those who ask directly. I am not asking to be mean or nosy; I just want you to think everything through." "So you came out late too Tim, really?" "Really." "What did your parents say?" he wants to know. "My mom laughed at me and said she had known since jr high school and my father shrugged and said 'so'." "And your friends?" "Most didn't care, some dropped me as a friend and others actually apologized for the fag jokes they told around me; two asked me out." I laughed at the memory. "Do you think any of my friends are gay?" Bryce wants to know. "I can almost guarantee it, but you may not know for years yet. Now Bryce, what can I do to help you?" He turns and looks at me, still lying in my arms. "I don't suppose you'd kiss me?" I smile and lean forward and plant a gentle kiss on his lips, as my lips touch his he opens his mouth and shoots his tongue into my mouth, slowly and uncertainly. I respond in kind and we kiss quietly for a minute or so. His erection is back with a vengeance and as I pull away his face has a contented, Mona Lisa look. "Wow," is all he can say. "Besides that what I can do?" "I don't suppose you'd let me suck your dick?" he asks shyly. "Ha ha, I think it is a little early for that Bryce, you are young and I am old and you know the story on that." "All the guys I've fooled around with have been older than you," is his answer back. "Whoa, dude, tell me about that?" "I've met guys off Craig's List and IRC, most are in their 30's and 40's, a couple for sure were in their 50's," he says flatly. I am silent for a minute as I digest this. "You, said 'a couple in their 50's', how many total?" "Eight, maybe ten; I know it is bad, I'm not proud, but I get so worked up some times I just need relief, I need the touch of another person." "Do you prefer older guys to your own age?" I am curious on this one. "I like older guys because they treat me nice, they know what they are doing, they make me feel good about myself and most importantly, I know they won't tell anyone. Yeah, I would like to have Jon or Peter fuck my lights out, or really like to have Jason or Ryan from the varsity do me, but I would be too scared to ever try stuff with them." "Have you told anyone this stuff? Confessed it? Do you think these men took advantage of you or manipulated you? You said it makes you feel better about yourself, do you ever feel worse about yourself?" "No, you are the first person I've told, I don't confess it, I kinda do, but not really I just say sexual sin and the priests don't press too hard usually. No one took advantage of me, but I might have been manipulated a little, but I really think we just wound up where I wanted to be anyway, with my dick in some guy's mouth or his dick in my hand. I feel better about myself because they tell me I am hot and cute and hung and smart and anything else they think will get them in my pants, but I still like hearing it. I do feel guilty after I cum because I know it is just meaningless sex, and I feel kinda sluty, but damn if it doesn't feel good." Bryce says with a faint smile. "Have you done anal with any of these guys?" I ask. "No, a couple guys wanted to fuck me and a couple wanted me to fuck them, but I do want someone special for that," he hesitates a moment, "I think you're special." And he smiles at me. "I think you are special too Bryce, but let's see if we can become friends first and figure out what you are looking for really and help you find that." I wouldn't mind being Bryce's 'special' friend, but I think he really needs a good friend and some guidance more than anything else. We lay on the couch silently for a while with him still in my arms, his erection is gone, so are the tears and the silence isn't uncomfortable, just a pause it seems. "Tim, do you think I'm a stupid kid for liking you and hitting on you?" Bryce turns his head to look at me. "No, I think it is sweet and I am flattered, but there is a lot more at stake than just an afternoon of fun. I still don't know you that well and know if you are as mature as you seem. If you and I did do something, I couldn't help out the St. Ignatius polo team anymore and I've really enjoyed that. For the time being I think it would be cool to be your buddy you can talk to about anything and maybe find some guys your age to talk to too and see where they are in their lives. How does that sound?" "I'd rather suck your dick," he says with a grin. "No, just kidding, I mean mostly kidding, everything you said makes sense. You really think you can find me a boyfriend my age?" "I can help you meet guys your age who are gay, where it goes from there, will be up to the two of you. Will you do something for me Bryce?" "Sure, if I can." "Will you slow down with the older guys, let me find some guys closer to your age and then you can judge what you like better. I am just afraid of you getting hurt or used." "Yeah, I've been thinking about it anyway, but don't make me wait too long, a man has his needs," he says, deepening his voice. That gets a smile out of me. We continue to lay on the couch for a while longer, a voice calls out 'hello', Marco is home. Bryce jumps and goes to move out of my arms. "Lie back, it is ok," I tell him, "on the lanai!" I yell. Marco comes out and smiles a big smile when he sees Bryce. He comes over and gives me a kiss and sits in one of the chairs. "Hey Bryce, how are you doing?" Bryce does sit up now and I let him. "Marco!" is all that can come out of his lips. "Tim told me you guys were having lunch today and if I guessed correctly, you came out to him." Bryce turns crimson. "Yeah, I guess I did. Are you gay?" "Yes, didn't you know?" "No," Bryce says, "I've never heard anything at all." "Well, I don't know where you and Tim left things, but you should know you aren't alone at school; not just me, but some guys that might surprise you too." "Who, who," says Bryce sounding like an owl. "You know I can't tell you, just like I won't tell anyone about you and you won't tell anyone about me. We all have to stick together and protect each other and not talk. All I can tell you is to keep your eyes open and see who is sending you signals, who is checking you out, start fine tuning your gaydar." We all chat for another hour or so and Bryce has so many questions for Marco, it is great seeing Bryce opening up and talking to a peer. Finally Bryce decides he should get going, Marco volunteers to drive him home. I walk to the boys to the elevator and give Bryce a quick peck on the lips. "Thanks Tim, for everything, today was awesome. I feel for the first time like I don't have to do all this on my own." "Let's plan lunch again soon and in the mean time, you have my number, call me anytime and I mean anytime, you need help or a friend." "I'll be back in 30 minutes or so, want me to get anything?" Marco asks. "Naw, let's go for sushi tonight. I'll call Yoshi's and have them reserve a couple of good seats for us. Marco returns and tells me about his drive home with Bryce. He said Bryce had a ton more questions and wanted to know if Marco and I were boyfriends. "What did you say?" is my question. "I told him no, were just good friends. I figure the fewer people who know about our relationship the better. Once we know Bryce better, he'll figure things out. I am going to start tutoring him in math. He is going to summer school for Algebra 2 and he thinks he is going to need help. It will be a good way to become friends with him without it looking weird." "Cool, I think that will be good for him. He thinks he likes older guys, but I think once he starts meeting guys his own age he'll find out his tastes are wider than he thinks now." Marco blushes a little. "What?" I ask. "I think he'll like younger guys too, we stopped about a block from his house in a quiet area and made out for about two minutes." "You shameless hussy, cradle robber," I laugh. "I know, right?" Marco laughs back. "Someone has taught that boy well." This should be an interesting next few months and summer. ********************************************************************************************************************** It is June now and the papers naming me Jordan's guardian if Marianna dies or is incapacitated are ready to be signed. Mariana and I are meeting at the office of the lawyer my lawyer engaged to protect Marianna's interests on Friday at 11AM. She thought a second lawyer wasn't really needed, but I wanted this agreement tight just in case. I couldn't imagine Jordan being forced to live with his Uncle Frank or even worse, foster care. The lawyers start going over the papers and Marianna had them throw in an extra wrinkle or two at the advice of the lawyer that was hired to protect her interests. She has incorporated a living will into the documents so her wishes will be known if she becomes incapacitated. She wants the plug pulled if it is determined by her doctors and her health care proxy that her state is permanent and irreversible; that is wrinkle one, wrinkle two is she wants me her health care proxy. "Marinna, are you sure? Shouldn't Frank be the one to be your proxy?" "I thought about it a lot Tim and I decided I need someone rational and slightly detached. I worry that Frank would be too emotional. If you are willing, I'd like it to be you." "Yeah, sure, have you broached any of this with Frank?" I ask, with genuine curiosity. "Since Frank moved to L.A. he has called maybe 5 times. The Jordan thing seems to have had a bigger impact on him than I thought. I thank God that because of you Jordan doesn't seem to have noticed, or maybe he has and doesn't care. As far as I am concerned Frank is out of the picture." I nod my understanding and we go ahead and sign the papers, they are witnessed and notarized and we each get copies. That dispensed with, I ask her if she has time for lunch. "Do you need to get back to the hospital or can we grab some lunch?" "Lunch sounds great; I took the day off so I wouldn't feel rushed in the meeting. Where do you want to go?" "How about Tadich Grill? It's just down California." "Oh Tadich sounds wonderful, I haven't been there for years. I don't over in this area much at lunch time." That settled we make our way, down California Street. The law office was at California and Montgomery so it is just a couple of blocks to Tadich. It is the oldest restaurant in the city, in fact the oldest in the state and I am a sucker for old and traditional. It goes back to the Gold Rush days and is another place my family has been coming to for generations. We settle into a booth and the white coated waiter ambles over. He looks like he could have opened the place in 1849, but then most of the waiter's here look like that. We place our orders, I get my usual scallops, grilled, and Marianna orders their Sand Dabs sautéed that they are famous for; we also order some wine. "I'm glad we have some time I've been meaning to ask you about what Jordan is going to do for high school?" I say, starting off the lunch conversation. "I've been trying NOT to think about it too much, he is just growing up so fast," she says sipping her wine but I know I need to think about it. I've been talking to Teresa and she says Marco has done really well at St. Ignatius and I would love to send him there, but it is $16,000 a year for tuition alone without any of the added costs. I know there are scholarships, but I would hate to have him start there and then have to transfer out because I couldn't afford it anymore." I draw in a big breath through my nose as if more oxygen will make this conversation easier to have. "I don't know how to ease into this, I am not good at subtle so I am just going to launch into it and if I am inelegant, tell me and please forgive me. I would like to pay for Jordan's high schooling, the tuition, sports and all the extras." Now I expel a big breath as if I won't need the extra oxygen now. "Tim that is very sweet of you, but I can't let you do that, no, I'll find a way, I'm sure." "Here is the not so easy part Marianna and where I am trying to be," I am motioning with my hands at a loss for words. "Subtle," she suggests, smiling at my inarticulateness. "Subtle, will do. Do you know how much money I have?" Now she gets a bit more serious as she understands my discomfort. "Well Jordan thinks you are a millionaire, but even so, if you are......" I hold up a hand to stop her. "My two partners and I sold our company to Cisco for $4.4 billion; even after we paid off our investors and gave the other 47 of our employees at least $2 million each in bonuses, some even more, the three of us split close to $3 billion in cash, stock and options. My portfolio generates $72,000 a day in income and that doesn't include my Cisco stock or the options I can exercise at the end of my employment contract or my salary and bonuses for the job I have with Cisco. I am already paying for high school and college for several kids I don't even know though a foundation I set-up. Why wouldn't I want to pay for a kid I do know and care about? Now you don't have to say anything today, digest what I've said and we can talk about it later, but the offer is there and no one but you and I ever need to know about it." "I am overwhelmed. I knew you were well off, I just never imagined this well. I'll be honest, my inclination is still to say no and thank you, but I will think about it seriously." I thank her and our salads arrive and we finish off a nice lunch and walk back the lawyer's office building. We part in the underground parking garage, "I apologize if I offended you at lunch Marianna, you've done a remarkable job raising Jordan, I didn't mean to imply you can't take care of his needs." "Oh Tim, you are such a sweet man, I am not offended at all, I just need to evaluate all the information and decide what is right. Thank you for lunch, too, Tadich is a guilty pleasure for me." I head home after lunch and there is a note on the kitchen counter, 'on the roof.' That can mean only one thing, Marco is in the pool. I head to my bedroom and throw on a pair of trunks, throw on a robe, put a book in the pocket and head up to the roof. When I get to the pool there are only three figures splashing in the pool and no one else on the deck, it isn't just Marco; it is Jordan and Bryce too. The boys stop when they see me. "Timmy," Jordan shouts, "c'mon in!" Bryce has hung out with Marco and me several times since our first lunch in April and Bryce and I have had more long talks and he has been out with Marco a few times too, dinner and the movies and just hanging in general. I didn't think he had met Jordan yet. Marco swims to the side, jumps out and walks down to greet me as I layout my robe on a lounge chair. He gives me a kiss. "We have company," he smiles. "I can see, is this the first time they have met?" "Yeah, I'd told Bryce about Jordan and Dylan and he was dying to meet them so I figured what the hell." I wish our little circle would stay little, but I also think Bryce needs to meet more gay teens like himself so I can't really disapprove. I do know that Bryce hasn't met any more older guys off Craig's List and he followed Marco's advice to pay more attention at school and wound up figuring out that Madison, a 6'3 junior basketball player at St. Ignatius, was giving him the once over. They have hooked up a couple of times, much to Bryce's delight, but Madison is even more closeted than Bryce so I don't see them dating or even hanging out too openly; still it has been good for Bryce and he seems really happy with Marco and me as guides for him around the rocky shoals of being a gay teen in a religious school. After their initial make out session, Marco and Bryce didn't go any further, Marco said he wanted to be able to be honest with Bryce's parents should the question ever arise and Bryce seemed to accept that and I also think he gets that Marco and I are kind of an item. It will be interesting to see how throwing Jordan into the mix will effect things. He, Jordan that is, is the most direct guy I know and if he wants something he goes after it with a vengeance. It is warm for June in the Bay Area so I jump in the pool with the boys for a bit, there is general horsing around, but nothing sexual at all. I get out after a bit and read my book, it is a rare treat to be able to read in the middle of the afternoon during the week, I don't take a lot of time off work generally. The boys get tired too and join me on the deck in the lounge chairs. I notice Jordan spreading some sun tan lotion on Bryce's back and I think they are both enjoying it. I give Jordan the eye that says 'go slowly' because he looks like a kid with a new toy on Christmas and he grins innocently and shrugs his shoulders. We sun for a while and then head back to my condo and it strikes me, are all four of us going to shower at once? Certainly if it was just Marco, Jordan and me we would and there is more than enough room for a fourth person. In the elevator I catch Marco's eye and he arches his eyebrow which means he has had the same thought I have, I tilt my head slightly and raise both eyebrows in 'eh, why not'. "You guys want to shower?" I ask. "Of course," Jordan answers. I lead the way into my master bath and step into the shower with my suit on so I can rinse off the chlorine from the pool, I turn on all the heads, Jordan and Marco follow me into the shower, but Bryce hesitates a little. "You are welcome to join us or not Bryce, there's plenty of room and shower heads." He steps in, partially looking in awe, partially looking embarrassed. Jordan is the first to remove his swim suit and I think Bryce's eyes are going to pop out of his head. Marco is trying to not grin, but follows suit as he warms to the idea. When Marco is done rinsing his suit out, I drop mine I look at Bryce and I can tell he is harder than a Marine Corps obstacle course so I can't resist. "Bryce, aren't you going to rinse your suit out. He flushes red, or is it purple, and then stammers. "I....I..." "Bryce, no one cares you have a woody, this isn't a locker room and besides, Jordan is dying to see it and I wouldn't mind seeing it myself," I tell him. It was red because NOW he is purple, but he drops his bathing suit anyway and it is well worth it. I've seen him naked, but this is even better, it is quite a nice dick actually, a bit over 6" I would say and pointing to the ceiling with a slight curve to the left "That wasn't too hard was it?" I step up and kiss him, his erection pokes me and that is ok. "Remember, I didn't ask to see it," Marco says and then kisses him too and gives his ass a squeeze. "Hot" is all Jordan says as he kisses him too. "Why aren't you guys hard?" Bryce asks finally. I answer for the three of us, "we've done this before Bryce, it isn't new and exciting. After you've been showering with us for a year, you'll be fine too." Bryce smiles, "you mean we'll do this again?" Marco answers this time, "it looks like you are one of the family now Bryce, so yeah." "Jordan, get that lotion off of Bryce, it'll clog his pores," I say. Jordan smiles and moves to Bryce, turns him around and starts to soap his back where he had been applying sun tan lotion two hours earlier. Bryce is in heaven. I am pretty much good so I get out and start to dry off, Marco comes out with me. "Hey," Bryce says, "I thought the fun was just starting?" "It might be Bryce, but you'd better start out slow." Marco and I throw on robes. "We are heading to the Media Room, join us when you are dry." I tell Bryce and Jordan and wonder how long it will be before they join us. To my surprise they join us in just a few minutes, also in their robes I left for them, so I am guessing they didn't give into the temptation of easy gratification. I think that shows progress for Jordan and maybe Bryce too, although I admit I don't know Bryce that well yet. Marco and I are cuddling on one end of the large couch and Jordan and Bryce get comfortable on the other. It is about 4:30PM now. "Bryce, are you staying for dinner?" I ask him and I say, "Am I ordering Chinese?" to Marco and Jordan. Bryce replies first, "I'll have to call home, but I can stay I think." Jordan answers for him and Marco, "Chinese works for me, I already told my mom I was eating with you guys tonight." "Ok Bryce, you call home and Marco can you call Shanghai Dumpling and order?" Both boys leave to go make their calls, when the door is closed I look at Jordan. "You guys didn't shower long after Marco and I left," it is a statement, but Jordan gets it is also a question. "Yeah, Bryce, felt me a little and got me hard too, but I said 'let's wait a bit' and he said yeah, 'I think I want to wait a bit too' and that was that. I like him, he is sweet." "Wow, that was pretty mature for mister impulsive." "I know, hunh?" Jordan answers back, "I think you are ruining me." And he laughs. "No, it is a good sign you want to wait and understand the importance of waiting, especially if you think you like someone." Marco and Bryce come back to the Media Room and take up their previous positions, Bryce gives the thumbs up he has permission to stay for dinner and Marco gives the thumb up he has ordered the Chinese food, so we settle in and wait for the food to arrive and go back to TV. Thirty minutes later I get the buzz from downstairs and I let the delivery guy from Shanghai Dumpling in and activate the elevator for my floor. I tie my robe tight and go to greet him when the elevator door opens and pay him for the meal. The elevator opens and a cute young Chinese kid steps out with two large sacks of food. "Oh wow, that is cool, it opens right into your condo. Where do you want these?" he asks. "Yeah, it is cool, it takes some getting used to. You can put them here on the counter," I show him where in the kitchen just to his left. "How much do I owe you?" "It is $60.39.... hey Marco!" the delivery guy says. I turn and see Marco in his robe coming to help me. "Hey Tyler, I didn't know you worked at Shanghai." "Yeah, my uncle owns it so I do delivery for him." An awkward silence starts that gets even more awkward when Bryce appears in his robe. "Tyler!" "Bryce!" Well this is getting cozy. "We were swimming," Bryce blurts out as if to explain his presence here and in a robe. "Ah cool, is there a pool in here too?" Tyler laughs. "No it's on the rooftop actually," I interject. "No way, I've never seen a pool on a roof before," Tyler comes back with. "Yeah, it is nice, you are welcome over anytime you want to see it Tyler, you seem to have enough friends here." "Thanks, maybe I'll take you up on that soon, I love the water." I give him four $20's and when he goes to make change, I tell him to keep the change. Bryce and Marco have said goodbye and are taking the food back to the Media Room to eat in there. While we are waiting for the elevator to come back to my condo Tyler asks kind of sheepishly, "Can I really come back to swim sometime?" "Yeah, I wasn't kidding Tyler, any friend of Marco's or Bryce is always welcome, you have my phone number on the order, that is my cell so text me or, let me write my email on the back of the ticket here, just email me." "Thanks Mr. Price," the elevator doors open. "It is Tim, Tyler, thanks for the delivery," he steps in and the doors close behind him. Bryce is buzzing when I get back to the Media Room, he is all worried about what Tyler thought, did Tyler know we were all naked beneath our robes, would he think Bryce was gay, would he tell people at school. His imagination was running wild. "I wouldn't worry over things you can't control Bryce and I really wouldn't worry about Tyler, I don't think he is the chatty, gossipy type." We eat all the food that Marco ordered and he doesn't know how because he ordered 50% more than we needed he thought because he wanted leftovers tomorrow. "No worries Marco, we can order more tomorrow if you want." I say, thinking it would be nice to see Tyler again; he was easy on the eyes. After dinner I send the boys off home, Jordan wants to spend the night, but he has a baseball game tomorrow, Bryce has a water polo tournament that ironically I am officiating at and I think Dylan will be there too and of course Marco has to work. Marco volunteers to drive the boys home, which is fine by me, I have some work to do that got sidetracked by my day off today. Marco comes back and the place seems positively quiet without the other two around, but it does give Marco and me the chance to catch up on some alone time together that winds up in the bedroom with an hour and a half of exhausting sexual pleasure. End of Chapter Nine Is any one still reading? Tim privatetimm@gmail.com