Date: Mon, 23 Nov 2009 17:27:06 -0800
From: privatetimm@gmail.com
Subject: Jordan's Tale 1

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I've seen him in the park before playing with his father. Depending on the
season it could be football, soccer or baseball that they are playing. When
it is football season he wears a Miami or San Diego jersey, during baseball
he has on a Yankees jersey and soccer he wears Cruz Azul or Argentina as
his team of choice. He and his dad look Hispanic, but I can't guess if it
is Cuban (Miami), Mexican (Cruz Azul) or Argentine.

When I have watched, which is usually between volleyball games for me, I
have been impressed. He looks like he is quite the athlete. He is a well
built kid and the part that impresses me the most is his ass. It is rock
solid and well shaped. I know from my days in coaching and my degree in
kinesiology that a great butt (get your mind out of the gutter, I mean in
terms of muscles) is a key to success. He also moves very well. When he
runs patterns for his father they are crisp. When he swings a bat it looks
like he has great eye hand coordination. In soccer, his skill is obvious,
great eye foot coordination.

Today he is by himself in a Miami jersey, Dan Marino, because it is
football season and he is trying to play catch with himself, which isn't
easy. He throws or kicks the ball high and then trys to run under it. I am
slightly amused and slightly sad. I wonder where his Dad is today.

There is no volleyball today, but I live on Fulton & 6th Ave which is the
northern side of the park, so I am working out by jogging on the trails in
the park. He is playing just across the street from my condo so when I have
finished my jog and am doing my post jog stretch I have a chance to observe
him more than usual. I would guess he is 5'2", maybe 5'3", about 100 pounds
and 11 or 12 years old. His hair is jet black and he has dark brown eyes
that are almost black too. He is cute. Really, really cute if I am being
honest and allow myself to go there. I am kind of lost in my own thoughts
when a football hits my leg.

I look up and there he is in front of me.

"Hey sorry about that." He says. Dang he is cute.

"No worries. Where is your dad today?"

"Hunh?" is all I get.

"Your dad, he isn't playing catch with you today."

"Oh that isn't my dad, that is my Uncle Frank, my Mom's brother. I don't
have a father really. I mean I do I guess, everyone does don't they? But
I've never met him. He left my Mom when she was pregnant with me."

"Gee, I'm sorry to hear that. That stinks kinda."

"Yeah, but I'm okay. It is what it is."

I smile. "That is my favorite saying, 'it is what it is'. It has helped me
cope with stuff I can't control."

"Me too. Sorry my ball hit you."

"No, that's ok, did you want to play catch for a bit?"

He shrugs, "Sure, can you throw?"

"It's been a while, but I think I can still toss it ok. My name is Tim." I
grin at him and hold out my hand.

"Jordan, nice to meet you." He takes my hand and gives me a good firm
handshake back.

I got my arm loose and pretty soon I had Jordan all over the park catching
passes. He was a terrific athlete and every ounce of him seemed like
muscle, I couldn't see fat anyplace on him. He was also a quick learner. I
showed him a couple of ways to run faster patterns and how to set-up for
his cut. After about 30 minutes of running patterns and catching passes he
just flopped down on the ground. I jogged down to where he was and lay on
the grass across from him. For a while there was just the noise of our
heavy breathing and the wind in the tree.

"Wow you know a lot about football, I guess you played?" Jordan finally
said, breaking the silence.

"No, when I was in Jr. High I was a ball boy for USC and I spent so much
time with some great coaches I picked it up. I was actually a swimmer and a
water polo player in high school and college."

"Oh cool! I can swim ok, but I've never really seen water polo other than
like in the Olympics."

"It is a very fun sport, if you ever get the chance you should catch a game
live."

"Mmm yeah, that would be cool. I guess I should be getting home. My Mom
will be checking up on me at home from work soon. See ya around."

"Yeah Jordan, I'll probably see you and your uncle back here. I just live
across the street."

He looked kind of sad when I said that. I raised my eyebrows and gave him
that 'what?' look.

"My Uncle Frank got transferred down to L.A. He was like my best friend."

"Oh dude, so sorry to hear that, that sucks. So would you want to keep
playing catch with me?"

Jordan's eyes light up. "Would you? I mean you don't have to just 'cuz you
feel sorry for me. My uncle kinda had to hang with me, family obligation
and all that, but you don't have to."

"Of course I don't have to, I want to. I had fun today. I do feel bad for
you being dealt some rotten cards, but that has nothing to do with playing
catch with you. How often did you and your uncle play catch?"

"We played catch a couple of times a week and basketball a couple of days a
week too."

"So today is Thursday, do you want to play catch again on Saturday? Say
10AM?"

"Yeah, that would be perfect, my Mom goes to work at 9AM or so and then I
have all day on my own."

"Great, see you then Jordan. If I am late, that is my building right there,
the 2100 building, I am on the 21st floor."

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A bit about me; I am 31, 6', 170 pounds, which is 15 pounds lighter than my
university playing weight with dirty blonde hair. I graduated from Stanford
University with a double degree, one a B.A. in Comparative Literature, and
a B.S. in Kinesiology, neither of which has nothing at all to do with what
I do for a living. My junior year at Stanford two friends and I started a
computer/Internet security company. It came out of an idea and
philosophical, political debate we were having our sophomore year about
government intrusion into what websites we were visiting and what we were
storing on our hard drives. Steve and Will agreed it would possible through
algorithms and key codes to secure your hard drives from intrusions and
that the same principles could be used on servers to disguise your IP
address so it could not be traced back to your computer and hence identity.

While Will and Steve went to work writing code, I went to work looking for
capital to start the company. I really didn't have to look too hard, in the
mid 1990's the Palo Alto area was lousy with venture capitalists looking to
throw huge sums of money at Stanford students with an idea. The only
problem with most of them was they wanted too big a piece of the pie and
too much control. I decided to approach family first for the funding,
neither Will nor Steve knew what I was thinking, but I flew down to
L.A. and met with my father and Will's father at my father's club. Will's
dad is the head of a major movie studio and my father heads a major
L.A. investment house so neither is hurting for funds and both of them have
access to other sources of funding. They sit quietly through my
presentation, asking a few pertinent questions here and there. I think my
plan is solid and well prepared. When I have concluded I use the sales
skills my father taught me to close the deal and pin the two of them
down. My father smiles for the first time and tells me to stop trying to
close them; they haven't even had a chance to talk yet. He tells me to head
back to school and he and Will's dad would let me know their decision in a
week.

They do fund us and the rest is a well known story. We launched the company
just after graduation with me leading the marketing and Will and Steve
heading up R & D. We launched our company with four other original
employees, a COO to run the company, a CFO for the finance and funding, an
HR expert and an executive secretary to handle the office. I take the
product to the companies in our immediate area. I don't need to try more
than 30 miles in any direction to try and close business for us to get us
off the ground. Our first client is Hewlett Packard and we never look
back. The U.S. government tries early on to stymie us because they fear how
good our product is, but after a couple of years they drop the effort and
instead become a huge customer. That was when Cisco came knocking and after
a tough year of negotiating bought the company with our blessing. We were
up to 50 employees by that time and we all became instant
millionaires. Will, Steve and I became mega millionaires and got ten year
employment contracts to boot. When the stock options all mature we will be
ridiculously rich even by Silicon Valley standards. In the meantime I am
just filthy rich, not stinking yet.

With the first big payoff I bought the condo where I live now. It was a
building that had gone bust before it was finished which was actually a
great thing. There usually could be two or four condos per floor and they
were totally unfinished, no walls, no ceiling, nothing, just holes where
the bathrooms would be and gas pipes and electrical lines running through
where the kitchen would be. I bought the whole 21st floor of the 24 story
building. It was an open area of 4,200 square feet for me to create my own
space. My master suite is 900 sq ft including the closet and bathroom and I
pulled some ideas from the best hotels I have stayed in. The closet has
mirrored doors facing into the bedroom and also mirror doors facing into
the master bath so I can reach into the closet from the bathroom or the
bedroom. The bathroom itself has a separate shower big enough for three and
dual heads with pinpoint temperature control and dual heads that are
handheld and one giant "rain shower" head that just soaks you. The bathroom
has its own water heater so it doesn't have to compete with the laundry
room or dishwasher for hot water. I can turn on all five heads at once or
any one individually.  It is also glass on two sides and mirrored on two
sides (more on that later). There are dual sinks and across the room from
the shower is a Jacuzzi tub big enough for three people, four if you are
feeling 'extra' friendly. There is an HD TV positioned so you can watch it
from the tub or shower. The commode is in a separate room inside the
bathroom and it also has an HD TV and a telephone.

My bedroom has some teak furniture including an armoire, dresser, couch,
two chairs and a teak computer desk. The bed is also teak and king
sized. There is still enough room left to play a soccer match in my master
suite. 900 sq ft MIGHT have been too much. There is also a large covered
balcony that I have had screened in with a mesh that allows fresh air in,
but doesn't allow people to see in while I can see out. That way in summer
I can leave the doors open and still run around the condo in the buff or my
boxers. For the winter it has a great gas fire pit with glass marbles for
the flames to come through and over head built in heaters, a Mackinac chair
with table and a small couch. There is an HDTV and speakers to tie into my
master music controller.

I have two small guest rooms with a bathroom in between them. Each of the
rooms has an HDTV, a California queen bed and a work desk. The closets have
drawers built into them. I also have an office that doubles as a third
guest room. It has teak bookcases, a bigger teak desk with two computers, a
Murphy bed, a small couch and matching chair. The third room is one of the
two really unique features in the condo, it is my Media room. It has a
giant 65" HDTV with a state of the art home theater sound. The room itself
has 4" of insulated sound proofing on all four sides. When you close the
door a bomb could go off inside the room and you wouldn't hear it from the
outside.

The other totally unique feature of my place is the panic room. While I am
not a billionaire yet, I could be one day so personal security means a
lot. You enter the panic room from the office by pushing on a wall in the
closet. It is big enough to hold 6 people comfortably and has a separate
phone line from the house and a video control console that shows the view
of the many cameras I have hidden throughout the condo. With 8 mini screens
I can pull up almost any square inch of the condo and see what is
happening. Remember the mirrors in the shower? They are two way mirrors
with one side being the panic room and one side being the shower. Ok, call
me kinky, but I am a curious guy. If a guest is using my master shower I
can go in the panic room and watch them shower. It provides an alternative
way out of the panic room, but a panel also slides closed so if the mirror
shattered the wall looks normal.

The kitchen flows into one giant living room slash great room. It has two
HDTVs, one for the kitchen and a larger one for the great room. In the
corner of the great room leading to the lanai is the dining room, such as
it is. Not really a room, just a giant teak table for 8. The kitchen is my
dream kitchen and allows me my fantasy that I am a Food Network star. There
is a Jenn-Air stove top, a Viking range and a Viking industrial
refrigerator. The kitchen pantry area has a floor to ceiling 1,200 bottle
wine 'cellar' that is climate controlled. Off the great room is a larger
balcony I call my lanai and it too has the black screened mesh that allows
fresh air in, but only allows me to see out, but others not in. I put
another gas fire pit with the marbles and the over head heaters, two
Mackinac chairs with table and a small couch and a table for dining al
fresco. There are also speakers for the music system and an HDTV.

Even if I do hit the billion dollar mark one day I can't see leaving this
condo, I really love it.

OK, ok, so that was a BIT more than a bit about me but it is all important.


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I had told Jordan if I wasn't there at the park by 10AM to come get me, but
who is kidding whom? I wake up at 4AM every day and in the pool at the
Avery Aquatic Center by 4:50 where I swim at least 2,000 meters every day
and am at the Starbucks on University by 6:30AM before heading to our Palo
Alto office. I will be bouncing off the walls trying to wait until 10AM.

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Saturday arrives and I am in the park at 9:35 stretching when Jordan shows
up. Hmmm, it looks like someone else is anxious too.

"'Morning Jordan!" I say as perkily as I can.

"Hey Tim" comes an equally bubbly return.

Good Lord, this boy is cute. How can I be this smitten by a 12 year old? I
have a major crush on him. I can't say it is sexual because I haven't
thought of him like that yet, but I get a warm glow when I see him and I
have an overwhelming desire to hug and hold him.

Before we start I teach Jordan a bunch of football stretches and it occurs
to me how damn homo erotic these football stretches are. In the first one
he is on all fours and puts his left ear on my right thigh and pushes into
me and I push back. This helps build up the neck and we do it on both
sides. It also makes me think evil, awful things with his head that close
to my crotch. When we switch and it is my head in his thigh I can't help
glancing up. His shorts are pretty loose at the leg opening so I have a
clear view up inside. He is wearing white jockeys and looks to have a
decent package. I think he caught me looking up his shorts leg
opening. Crap!

I am still on all fours and Jordan stands in front of me and puts his hands
on the top of my head, as I try to push my head up he resists and lets my
head come up gradually. Having his hands on my head feels good and gets my
imagination going. Next with my head facing directly at his crotch he laces
his fingers and puts them under my chin and now I try to pull my head down
with him resisting. Do I detect a tenting in his shorts or is that just the
fabric bunching? When he is back on all four for the same stretch I hope he
doesn't notice my slight tenting. I don't have an erection, but neither am
I completely soft.

The next stretch he spread his legs wide and started taking his head to his
left knee. When he seemed to stall at about six inches over the knee I
placed my chest on his shoulders, which put my face just above his. As I
drew in a breath I got the full scent of his hair, a slight whiff of sweat
and the definite smell of an after shave. I knew Jordan didn't shave, why
did he have on after shave? Hmm, I wonder. Anyway, I lifted my knees off
the ground and began transferring the weight forward to move his head down
to the knee. His head hit the knee and we stayed there about twenty
seconds. I placed my hands on the side of the small of his back and lifted
my weight. We repeated the process for the other two positions. As we did,
my enchantment with Jordan just grew. Why was this young man so moving me?
What about him was special or different that gave me these feelings?

The stretching was over and we started warming up our arms and I show him
how quarterbacks warm their arms up by starting throwing from their knees
and how important the proper motion his and how throwing is much more than
the arm, but it involves the back, the legs and the physics of body
motion. He hangs on every word I say and I wonder if the crush is mutual.

We played catch for a good hour and a half or more taking breaks as they
were necessary. On the times where we are resting we chat about life and I
find out more about him. He is 12, almost 13, his birthday is in November
and he is in the 7th grade at Presidio Middle School. His mother is an
assistant administrator at the University hospital, so she makes good
money, but she also works a lot of hours and has to travel a bit. Now with
her brother moved to Los Angeles Jordan isn't sure what she'll do with him
when she travels.

I know I am thirsty and hungry so I am sure a growing boy has to be too.

"Do you like Italian food Jordan?"

"Oh yeah, its my favorite!"

"So want to grab some lunch? I know a great place we can walk to from
here."

"Er, I didn't bring any money." He looks bummed.

"No worries, lunch is on me."

"Are you sure? I can eat a lot." He grinned at me.

"Yeah, I am sure. Let's go."

We walked the few blocks to Bambino's, the manager greets me warmly with a
hug and a peck on the cheek. I have been a frequent customer and an even
more frequent delivery customer. I probably have it delivered, or I call
ahead and they have it ready for me as I am driving home and I swing by and
they have it ready for me at the curb.

"And who is this handsome young man?"  Jordan blushes and looks down, but
the grin on his faces tells me the compliment is welcome.

"This is Jordan, my football workout out buddy."

"Jordan, nice to meet you, I'm Joe, anything you need today let me know."

Jordan grabs Joe's outstretched hand in what looks to be a firm grip, looks
Joe in the eye and says, "Nice to meet you sir."

Joe rolls his eyes, "Oh God Jordan, I am WAY too young to be a 'sir' yet,
Joe will do."

"Yes si..... Joe" Jordan corrected himself.

We decided to split a pizza and an appetizer and have a pasta dish each as
well. Jordan isn't sure what to order and after asking him what he likes, I
recommended the Bucatini con Ragu which is bucatini pasta (spaghetti with a
hole through the middle) with Italian and Calabrese sausage, it is one of
my faves. I order spaghetti with butter and garlic even though it isn't on
the menu. We have a great meal that lasts about an hour and a half, I have
a couple of glasses of wine so I am feeling pretty mellow. After the meal
is over I know my time with Jordan has come to an end for the day and the
thought really bums me out. I want to spend more time with him. Maybe the
wine is making me so maudlin. Or maybe it isn't just me, as Jordan and I
prepare to go our separate ways he doesn't just say 'later dude', he gives
me a huge hug that goes on for about ten seconds. I get the sense he
doesn't want to part either.

"So same time next Saturday?" he says.

"Um, yeah, that is great." He must hear the surprise in my voice because he
says back,

"It's ok if you don't want to, I'll understand, you've been nice enough
already."

"No, no, I'd love to. I just didn't know if you would want to. I had a
great time today."

So we settle into this routine on Saturdays. Stretching, catch followed by
lunch. I suggest other places besides Bambino's, but Jordan says no, 'it is
our place'. I smile at that one, does he understand the implications? The
only variation has been Jordan's choice in underwear. After wearing white,
regular Jockeys that first week he now wears a skimpier, more colorful pair
every week. I know this because checking up his shorts leg opening has
become a faithful part of the routine and I am sure Jordan is fully aware
of it.

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We are seven weeks in to our Saturday workouts, it is a cool Saturday in
late October and the skies are that blue-gray that Grantland Rice wrote
about. They are also threatening. I hope the rain holds off long enough for
us to hang out. I worry he won't show if it is raining at 10AM. But at 9:45
he is here and the rain is holding off. We stretch and start playing catch
and then it hits. Out of nowhere the heavens open without warning, there
are no sprinklings, it is a deluge.

"Follow me." I yell at the top of my lungs at Jordan over the loud
downpour. I run towards my condo tower, make sure Jordan is following and
pick up my speed when I see that he is. There are no cars on the street so
we sprint across Fulton to the protection of my buildings awning while I
fish out my keys. It isn't just wet out, it has to have dropped 10 degrees
too. My hands are shaking, but I open the door to the lobby. He and I drip
across the lobby and I am thankful the elevator is at the first floor. I
flag my key card and hit "21". The elevator is pretty fast and the doors
open into my condo. Since I am the only condo on the floor and it is key
card controlled the doors open directly into my condo, I can close foyer
doors if I want, but I seldom do. I am glad I didn't today. I take Jordan
directly to the laundry room and tell him to put his clothes in the dryer,
I am going go to turn on a shower.

I go into my master bath and get the shower going, I think we will both
need to warm up. I grab some of the giant towels hanging in my bathroom and
head back to the laundry room. I am thunderstruck by what I see. The dryer
door is open and Jordan is in his skimpy underwear throwing his shorts,
shirt and socks into the dryer. As he sees me enter, he looks up grins and
peels his wet, skimpy underwear and tosses them in too. Unbelievable. He
there isn't an ounce of fat on this boy, he is one big muscle. His chest is
firm and ripped, he has a six pack that leads into an incredible pyramid
'V' that leads to a few, sparse darks hairs and a more than adequate cock
that is about 3 inches soft. I suck in a breath and try not to stare, but I
am sure I am and I am sure he knows I am. I toss him the towel, but instead
of wrapping it around himself he throws it over his shoulder and stays
naked, totally unselfconscious. I put my towel on the washing machine and
peel off all my clothes. I am feeling slightly uncomfortable, not because I
am going to be naked, but because I am going to be naked with a 7th grader
and alone with him. I see his eyes arch up a little when they rest on my
pubic area. I trim and it is obvious I think that I trim and my cock soft
is about 5 inches.

"Let's go warm up." I lead him to my master bath and the glass
shower. "Jump in I tell him." And he does. He gets in the large shower, but
leaves the door open.

"Aren't you getting in?" Jordan asks looking at me.

Good Lord I would love to, he is certainly a sight to behold.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea Jordan.",

"Why not?" he asks

 "Um, society rather frowns on men and boys showering together."

"Dude, since I started Kindergarten I've been hearing about 'stranger
danger' and how no one can touch my private parts and how I am in control
of my body and I just have to scream if someone tries to touch me, blah,
blah, blah. I turn 13 in a month, there isn't ANYTHING I haven't seen on
the Internet and I understand it all. I don't LIKE it all, but I get what
people do and like to do to each other. After we shower I'm not going to
suddenly get the guilts and run around about how you molested me. I know
what I want, I know what's right and wrong in my world. You are one of the
right things. Now get your ass in here so I can close the door."

I still have doubts, but wanting to shower with him overcomes all rational
thought, so I step in the shower and close the door.

The dual permanent heads are front and back so one it hitting Jordan's
front and one is hitting my back since we are both facing the main shower
head. I have to admit the hot water feels great. I have a custom Kohler
shower system that lets me choose the exact temperature and keeps it
constant. I look at the form in front of me and I marvel, could this boy be
any more perfect physically? I saw his front in the laundry room and now I
get a chance to study his back at my leisure. His shoulders are muscular
and you can see the definition of his back muscles that lead to a perfectly
muscular butt, it is firm looking, sticks out slightly. It is what I would
call "an athlete's ass", that butt you see on running backs, point guards,
shortstops, etc. There is a commonality I've noticed in great athletes in
those kind of skilled positions in their body type.

As I am studying the perfect form it steps back until it hits me. Jordan's
head is just below my chin, his back is touching my front, including my
dick, which is soft, and which is in his lower back given that I am a good
bit taller. He leans back into me and the only thing I can really do with
my arms is wrap them around him, anything else would have felt even more
awkward. As my arms encircle him I can feel him relax and lean into me
more.

"Mmmm, that feels so nice." Jordan purrs. He reaches up and covers my arms
around him with his arms.

Does he mean the hot water? Leaning into me? My arms about him? I don't
ask, I just enjoy. The water hits his chest and my arms and cascades down,
the V of his groin area directs a lot of the water to his flaccid penis
where it runs off like a water fall. Like every thing about this kid I find
his cock perfect too. I haven't seen it hard yet of course, but at 3 inches
soft I am guess he is 5 inches or more. I can't dwell on it too much or
I'll get hard and nothing about our time in the shower has carried a sexual
connotation yet, so I am not going to be the one to go there.

After about five minutes like this Jordan turns and faces me and puts his
head on my chest and wraps his arms around me and gives me a big squeeze. I
put my arms around him too. One hand is stroking his wet hair and massaging
his neck, the other hand is stroking his back slowly. He has arms wrapped
around me and they are clasped just above my butt. The hot water runs over
us and we don't say a word, we just enjoy this. But all things must come to
an end and I say quietly in his ear, "Are you ready to get out?"

He sighs, "sure, I am pretty warm now." He reaches down with both hands and
squeezes my ass really tight and lands a kiss on my neck.

It is a good thing we are getting out because THAT would definitely cause
me to chub, in fact I am a little anyway, but I am not sure it is
noticeable. I think maybe Jordan chubbed a little too.

We towel off and I throw him a robe and I put one on too. Damn he is fine
looking in a robe with his tussled, damp hair. I lead him into the Media
Room and close the door behind us.

"Be ready to have your mind blown." I warn him.

"My what blown?!" he says as he bats his eyes innocently.

"Mind boy, get your mind out of the gutter," I say, but I say it with a
huge grin.

Star Wars is one of the DVDs in my player and I was watching it earlier so
I just have to push menu to get chapter selection. I put on one of the
battle scenes and Jordan is blown away as the actions roars louder than in
a movie theater.

"Awesome," he yells, "won't the neighbors complain?"

"Go outside and close the door behind you." I yell back.

He leaves the Media Room and closes the door tight behind him. He is back
in in 15 seconds. He gives me the cut it off sign. I turn off the DVD.

"Wow, that is amazing, I didn't hear a sound out there! That is awesome!"

"Yeah, I wanted to show it to you, it is my pride and joy"

"Any other cool toys?" He asks.

"Sure, but that is for another time. Are you hungry?"


"I could eat a horse!" Jordan replies.

I call Bambino's and order pizza and salad for lunch. We go sit in the
great room while we wait for lunch to get here. I turn on the TV in that
room and sit on the couch. Jordan joins me on the couch, snuggles up next
to me and lays his head on my chest. I lay an arm over him and plant a kiss
on his head.

"You ok? You warm enough? Need anything?"

Jordan looks up and says, "I'm fine, never better actually." And he snakes
a hand inside my robe to feel my chest. He roams around inside my robe for
a while getting bolder in where he explores, luckily the phone rings and I
answer it to let up the delivery guy from Bambino's. My robe falls open as
I get up and for just a second, anyone paying attention would have seen me
sporting an erection. The question is, did Jordan see and what did he
think? He says he gets this stuff, but does he? I wrap the robe tight so
the delivery guy won't see my erection. When I answer the door for the
delivery boy, it is cute Marco, I would guess him to be 15 or 16 and
Italian to the core, dark hair, dark eyes and beautiful olive skin. He
smiles when he sees me in my robe.

"Lazy day today Tim?"

"No we got caught in the rain and all our clothes are in the dryer now."

Marco raised his eyes at 'we'. "Jordan, I think you've meet him at the
restaurant."

Marco throws his head back in a silent laugh and punches me in the arm with
a wink. "No Marco, it isn't like that." He just rolls his eyes, grins and
gives me the "w" with his two thumbs and forefingers, the international
teen symbol for 'whatever'. I think I am blushing ten shades of red. At
that minutes Jordan comes to the kitchen area with his robe pretty
undone. You can't see his dick, but you can tell the robe is all he has
on. I think Marco's eyes almost popped out of his head as he looks up and
down the little stud.

"Hey Marco." Jordan says casually like they were meeting on a street
corner.

"S'up Jordan dude," Marco counters with.

This is slightly awkward, a near naked me, a near naked Jordan and Marco
who I think would get naked in a second if he were asked. And given that
Marco is dripping wet himself, it might make sense.

"You are soaking wet too Marco, do you want to dry off some or do you need
to get back."

"Unfortunately I need to get back, today is really busy for deliveries,
otherwise I'd love to put on a robe and lay about too."

So is it the lazy, laying about that appeals to him or the being naked with
two other guys? I don't know if Marco is gay, but the owners at Bambino's
are and so is most of the wait staff. I wonder if Jordan has noticed? I
never thought about that before because to me it is so obvious I am
oblivious to all that now.

"Well let me at least give you a dry jacket, that one you have isn't made
for rain. Peel off that one and I'll get you a dry one."  I go to my closet
and grab one of my foul weather gear jackets, he'll stay dry all day in
this one. I get back and see that the wet has gone all the way through to
his t-shirt.

"Peel that too, I'll get you a dry t-shirt."

I come back to the kitchen and there is shirtless Marco and nearly naked
Jordan. Marco is quite the little hunk, 5' 9", 135 pounds or so, no hair on
his chest, but the wispy hairs of a tiny happy trail. I guess I get my
answer on Marco, Jordan has let his robe slip open a bit more exposing his
cock that is slightly enlarged and Marco is sporting a huge hard on in his
jeans. He blushes when I walk in because he knows there is no hiding it. I
hand him the dry shirt and he puts in on quickly. It is a bit big for him,
but not too bad. I can't help playing a bit with Marco.

"Aren't you going to tuck it in Marco?" I chide.

"Uh, oh sure."

Wow I was just kidding I didn't figure he would want to draw any more
attention to his stiff member. He unsnaps and unzips his jeans. I think
both Jordan and I are riveted by his every move. Marco picks up on that and
now sort of plays on it. He pulls the jeans down past his butt revealing
very cute boxers and the fly is pretty open showing a great dark patch
inside and the base of a pretty thick, hard cock. He smoothes the shirt
around and pulls the jeans back up, adjusts his erection like it was the
most natural thing and then zips up and resnaps. I think we had all been
holding our breath and Jordan was the first to exhale.

I giggled a little and told Marco his clothes would be dry in an hour or
two, but there was no hurry, he could come back anytime to get them.

"Well I'm off at 3:00, if that doesn't mess with your plans." He says
looking from Jordan to me.

I blush, but Jordan isn't fazed at the notion that Marco implied in the
least, "Yeah, that would be cool. We don't have plans really, just
hanging."

Marco splits and we turn our attention to the food. We both must be
starving because we destroyed most of the two pizzas and easily killed the
salad. Damn, it is barely noon and I feel ready for a nap. I go back to the
couch, sit down and Jordan sits down where he was before and picks up where
he left off, rubbing my chest, stomach and upper thigh. I am actually glad
he doesn't make a play for my cock, because I am still troubled by his age
despite what he says.

After we sat there for a bit I ask him what he would normally do on a
Saturday, especially a rainy one.

"Cruise the Internet, maybe get on Stickam and chat with my peeps."

"I didn't know you did Stickam, how long have you been on it? And what is
your screen name?"

"I joined about a year ago and my name is JordanHottie."

"That's hot, how many friends do you have?"

"I dunno, maybe 1,300."

"Dang, boy you are pop-u-lar! How do you manage all of those?"

"Eh, I don't really, there are only about 15 or so that I actually think of
as real friends and only about half of them live close enough that I could
actually meet them."

"But it sounds like you haven't met any of them yet?"

"No, there is no guy who lives close that seems cool, but we haven't hung
out yet."

"How old is he?"

"He's 15."

"Are you sure Jordan, I mean there are a lot of nut jobs and fakes on the
Internet."

"Pretty sure, I've seen him on cam so I suppose he could be 16 or 17, but
no older than that. That is the cool thing about Stickam, it is hard to be
a phony there."

"Do you want to sign on? You can use the computer in my room to see who's
on."

"Hey cool idea!"

I take him into my master suite and get him going on one of my computers. I
step out of the way before the cam kicks on because I am not ready to meet
anyone especially with him in only a robe.

"You can sign on from your laptop can't you?" Jordan asks.

"Sure, I'll be able to see who these people are that way."

I go to the great room with one of my laptops, the one with the 17" monitor
of course, and sign into Stickam. I find JordanHottie pretty quickly and
there are already 22 people in his chat and there are four people that have
cams going. Jordan gets to control whose cams are visible and he has
DylanDude, I Heart Jordie, LovelyLola (a chick for goodness sake) and
Smoothie13 as his choices. He is right, they all do look really young,
Dylan I would guess 15, I Heart Jordie 15 or 16 and Ryan Smoothie13 really
does look 13.

The chat is going and everyone is happy to see Jordan, but Dylan asks where
he is since he says it doesn't look like his room. Jordan says he is at a
friend's house and kind of explains the clothes are in the dryer thing. He
does a good job of deflecting more specific details and I think he is
pretty smart and he does get what is at stake with our friendship, how
everyone might not understand it.

DylanDude: So dude, your underwear too?? Does that mean the robe is ALL you
are wearing?  JordanHottie: Yes Dylan, I am just wearing a robe and NOTHING
else hahaha DylanDude: Sweet! I wanna see!  LovelyLola: Damn Dylan, you are
always such a horndog. Don't show anything you don't want Jordan!
Smoothie13: I wanna see, I wanna see, I wanna see Jordan's wee wee!
JordanHottie: hahaha Ryan, you are as bad as Dylan.  I Heart Jordie: well I
am as bad as them too! I want to see Jordie too hehehehe

The chat rolls that way for an hour or so and I am fascinated by how they
can discuss nothing for an hour. Jordan private messages me and asks if I
am bored, I say no I find it totally fascinating. There are now 73 people
in the chat. Jordan tells me he is bored so he is going to kick everyone
except Matt, Ryan and Dylan and take the chat private. Jordan says goodbye
to the room and pm's the three guys to invite them in a private session
mean no one else can join. He sends me an invite too.

There are five of us in the room, everyone has cams on except me. I start
my streaming video capture program so I won't miss any of this!

DylanDude is the first to mention me being there.

DylanDude: Hey who is PrivateTimm? Why isn't his cam on?  JordanHottie:
that is whose house I am at, he isn't even on the computer, he is watching
TV, but inviting him was polite.  Smoothie13: if he is ok with you Jordan,
he is ok with me too.  I Heart Jordie: yeah, me too.  JordanHottie: so why
am I the only one pretty much undressed :) DylanDude: woo hoo DylanDude:
paaar-taay!

Matt and Ryan peel their shirts off immediately. Ryan is a smoothie, there
is no hair at all under his arms when he lifts them to take off the
shirt. Matt is sweet looking; not too buff, just normal looking. He does
have a nice patch of hair under his arms.

DylanDude: I was waaaay ahead of you guys.

He stands up and he isn't wearing pants, just boxers with what looks like
the start of a good sized erection. He pulls his shirt off and sits
down. You can see him moving around in his chair and the boxers he was
wearing are now in his hand and he grins.  DylanDude: catch up boys! :)

Ryan doesn't need anyone to ask a second time. He stands and peels off his
shorts revealing a sweet pair of Jockeys that were bulging. He sat down
again and then he too was displaying them in his hand for the cam. Damn!
Matt doesn't want to just pull off his pants so he does a strip tease while
the guys hoot and holler, 'take it off, take it all off!' someone shouts, I
think it was Dylan. Matt pulls out the belt slowly, vamps with it, peels
down the jeans leaving him in just boxers. He teases, pulling the boxers
down to just the top of his cock, revealing a nice patch of brown pubes. He
shimmies his hips around and now has his back to us. He playfully reveals
his butt, shakes it and undulates it, and a VERY nice ass it is I might
add.  Then he drops the boxers completely and turns around. He is covering
his cock with his hand, but he is pushing down an obvious erection. I don't
blame him, I have an erection too. Where do these young guys learn this
stuff?

DylanDude: ok Jordan, your turn!

Jordan grins and pushes back. He undoes the robe and stands far enough back
so you can just see the top of his dark pubes. He turns around and drops
the robe. Wow, there is that sweet little ass again. He shakes it a little
for the appreciation of his audience. He then bends to pick up the robe and
his cheeks part just slightly.

"Oh Jordan dude, you are trying to make me start stroking aren't you!?"
Dylan squeals.

"I ain't stopping you Dylan!" Jordan giggles.

He too is covering his cock as he sit back down, but the whole scene is
enough to make me spring up. Am I really going to watch four teens cam
together?

"Woo hoo! I'm in," Matt chimes up.

"Me too!"  yells Ryan.

Dylan is the first to adjust his cam down. Dylan looks to be pretty tall,
so I wonder if everything is big? He is a cute kid with blonde hair, blue
eyes and dimples that won't quit. Holy CRAP! He IS big! I'd guess at least
7 1/2" maybe 8" even. And the hot thing is he is pretty sparse in the pube
department. I don't know if it is natural or he trims, but it is nice. I
hate nasty bushes.

"Damn you are big Dylan," Jordan gasps.

"You say that every time Jordan." Matt says.

"Yeah, but it amazes me every time! How do you wear a Speedo to swim
Dylan?"

"Very carefully!" Dylan says with a giggle.

Ryan, who is 13 I am guessing, based on his name, is adjusting his cam to
show off his naked form and so is Matt. Ryan looks small like Jordan, with
fair features, light brown hair, blue eyes and as his cam settles I see a
very nice dick, probably 5 1/2 ", not too thick and if he has pubes, I
can't see them with the cam. Matt's age I don't know, but I'd guess 15 or
16 and an average height for his age, 5'7" or 5'8". He isn't ripped, but he
has that natural good body of an active teen. His cock is standing straight
up and it is decent sized, close to 6" I guess and nicely thick, not too
thick, but not magic marker thin either.

Jordan is the last to adjust his cam, er my cam. I can't believe there is a
naked 12 year old just down the hall about to jack off with three others
guys and I get to watch. I've already seen him naked so I am anxious to see
what that 3" flaccid dick becomes. I would guess just over 5", but it is
the thickness I am curious about. He moves his hand from the lenses and
sure enough it is at least 5", could be 5 1/2", and not very thick, not too
thin, especially not for a kid his age, kinda perfect actually.

"Who are we fucking today?" Ryan wants to know.

"I wanna fuck Dylan!" Jordan chirps.

"You always wanna fuck Dylan, why don't you want to fuck me!" Ryan pouts.

"Oh, I wanna fuck you too Ry Ry. I just love Dylan's long legs facing the
ceiling."

"I wish you all wouldn't argue and just fuck me." Says a grinning Matt.

Oh hot, a bunch of bottoms! Hahaha!

"Ok, Matt can fuck me and Jordie, you fuck Ry Ry so he doesn't whine."

"I'm down for that!" says Jordan sounding very excited. "Ok Ry Ry, show me
that boy rose!"

Damn, he really does know a lot! Ryan shifts down in his chair, lifts his
legs up and reveals a gorgeous boy pucker. Oh damn would my tongue love to
play in there.

"Where do you keep your lube," Jordan PM's me. "haha, top right drawer,
fuck that boy good! :)"

"lmao, I will, trust me", Jordan PM's back.

I can see Jordan go into my drawer and pull out my bottle of Wet. He lubes
up his cock and starts talking to Ryan.

"Do you want me little Ry Ry? Do you want me?" "Oh yeah Jordan, lube me and
fuck me, put your hot boy cock in me."

Oh damn, these boys need to watch a better grade of porno. What cheesy
lines. The dialogue with Matt and Dylan isn't much better. Dylan has his
legs up and is fingering himself a little and Matt is stroking like
crazy. The cheesy talk goes on for about 20 minutes and then as the
stroking gets more intense the dialogue slows and all you can really hear
is four well lubed dicks being pounded. In about 15 more minutes someone's
breathing is getting quicker, but I can't tell who.

"Oh fuck Jordie babe, I am close."

Ah so it was Ryan. "Let me know when Ry Ry, I can shoot anytime." Jordan
answers.

"I'm ready." "Ok me too!"

"Oh fuck little Ry I love you." "I love you too Jordan."

Two fountains erupt almost simultaneously, Ryan's cum lands high on his
chest and what a load it is. Jordan's shoot straight up and lands back on
his pubes.

"Rookies!" Matt laughs as he and Dylan keep going.

I get off the couch to get a paper towel to clean up my cum. I was stroking
along with Ryan and Jordan and came with them. I took the roll, went into
my room and rolled it to Jordan so I wouldn't be seen on cam. He grins and
gives me two thumbs up. I think if he wasn't on cam still I'd go lick it
off myself. That is about the hottest thing I've ever seen. It is a full
ten more minutes before Dylan and Matt cum. Ryan and Jordie watch and
kibbutz.

When they've all cleaned up they say their goodbyes.

"Love you Matty, love you Dylan, love you Ry Ry." "Love you too Jordie, you
too Dylan, Ry Ry." "I love you all too, I don't what I'd do without you
guys. Seattle is awful," "We all love you too RyRy, and I love you Matt and
Jordie. Some day we can all be together for reals and do this."

Jordan terminates the Stickam session and walks in the great room stark
naked. I am sitting on the couch in my robe still. Jordan sits on the couch
next to me, opens my robe and lays his naked body on mine.

"So what did you think?"


End of Chapter One (if anyone has an interest for a Chapter Two}