Date: Tue, 6 Apr 2010 23:40:26 -0700 From: Tim P Subject: Jordan's Tale Chapter 12 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. It is mid September, the very interesting summer has come to an end and you almost needed a program to figure out who was who and who was with whom. Bryce moved away from older guys online and now has four gay friends at St. Ignatius and will have five when Jordan gets there, but for now he has Tyler, Marco and Madison and Jon who still isn't sure which way the tree will fall, but he knows how he feels about Dylan. Tyler and Madison have become better friends too and now they don't feel as alone or different at school like they used to and of course all the St. Ignatius boys know Dylan from Berkeley better and that is one more cool gay teen to be friends with. High school and college water polo are in full swing and I am busier than ever balancing officiating, my job, travel schedule for work, travel schedule for college polo and I did decide to continue to help at St. Ignatius a but only one day a week, every Monday. Matt, the head coach, has me working with the varsity this year, he thinks they can make a deep run in the playoffs this year so he wants me to try and help elevate the "hole" play. The hole in water polo is like the low post in basketball, but even more important, it dictates the success of your offense. If you don't have a strong hole set, you aren't likely to win many tough games. Jordan and I are going to play catch in the park at 10AM and I leave my condo a little early to get there and do some extra stretching. Five minutes after I get there Jordan shows up, but he isn't alone, Frank is with him and they peddle up on their bikes, that gets a smile out of me. Jordan has been spending a lot of time with Frank and you can see the deepening friendship. I haven't asked about the midnight shower the night of the end of summer dinner party and I probably won't, but I wonder if I should talk to Jordan or Frank or Jordan and Frank about the stuff that Frank and I had talked about previously. I love both these kids and don't want to see either one hurt. I don't want to pry either or make a mountain out of a mole hill. "Buon giorno signore," Jordan greets me. I smile, Frank has been trying to teach Jordan some Italian. "Ah Jordan, buongiorno mi sei mancato molto!" I say as rapidly as I can. Frank giggles and Jordan laughs too, "hey, I've only been at it for a month, cut me some slack." "He said 'good day, he has missed you so', even if he sounds so prim and proper when he says it." "Oh that is so sweet, I've missed you too Tim....... But I saw you last night!" and Jordan laughs again. "I know, but I couldn't come up with a snappy phrase to throw at you. Any way Francis Xavier, I am delighted you are joining our athletic club here," I use Frank's full name because it always makes him blush when I do and I have a blast with the Bisignani kids teasing them and they love to tease me right back. Since Jordan and Frank are the ones going to be running the patterns, I let them go through the stretches that I taught Jordan almost exactly one year ago. Frank is skeptical that these are actual, real stretches because they seem so homo-erotic, but he didn't say homo-erotic, he actually said 'gay ass' and apologized in advance to Jordan and me. I did assure him, they were real and then explained to him that LOTS of things in men's sports were 'gay ass', especially football. "C'mon Frankie, they have tight ends, wide receivers, the quarterback pumps and goes deep, they like piling on, motion in the backfield, going up the middle, the bump and run, the QB always has his hands on the centers balls and then does those long snap counts, they get together and talk after every play in a 'circle', huddle sounds a lot like cuddle, they pat butts and bump chests, my God it is like a seething bathhouse live on TV every weekend in the fall." Both boys have stopped stretching and are on the ground laughing uncontrollably. Frank is certain he will never be able watch another NFL game the same way again. I get them focused back on the stretches, but every minute or so as they switch positions and go through the routine, one or the other will start giggling and that of course sets off the other. I finally get them stretched and they start running patterns. Frank is a pretty talented athlete. I know Marco is coordinated and a decent athlete, but it's never really occurred to me to ask him why he didn't play sports at St. Ignatius. After about thirty minutes of running patterns, I decide it is time to add to the boys skills so I teach them how to play defensive back, how run backwards, how to swivel their hips to go with the receiver while still watching the QB and how to meet the ball at its highest point coming back to the ball. I throw a couple of TD's with pump fakes and I have a couple of balls picked when the guys read the pattern correctly and time it well. They are really enjoying the competition and we push pretty hard for another fifty minutes. The boys are tired and sweaty and want to clean up before we go to lunch so they walk their bikes to my place and leave them on the terrace. While they are putting the bikes on the terrace and grab some waters, I head back to my bathroom and jump in a hot shower. I am slightly startled when a couple of minutes later I am joined in my shower by a naked Jordan and a naked Frank. "I thought you guys would use your bathroom Jordie," my face must show the surprise. "Do you want us to leave?" a grinning Jordan asks, being pretty sure of the answer. Normally I have no objection showering with two cute guys, but one being my boyfriends little brother that I was lecturing on sex four weeks ago adds a twist that has my head spinning. "No," I sigh, "it just surprised me. Let's make this quick, I'm starving." I turn to the shower head and apply soap to my chest and arms and I see Jordan grin and grabs one of the brushes and put soap on it as he proceeds to scrub and exfoliate my back, which he knows I love. My skin gets so dry from swimming so much that I have lots of dead skin and the scrubbing feels great. He rinses off the soap with one of the hand held shower heads and I go to return the favor, but Frank quickly grabs the brush and says, "I'll get Jordan's back," and pauses, "but you can scrub mine." I smile a wry smile and grab another brush to scrub Frank's back. Frank is cooing as I scrub his and Jordan is doing the same as Frank scrubs his. A minute into I see that Frank has sprouted an erection that is pointing straight up and if I were really looking at it, I might notice it is good sized, over 6" which is decent for an 8th grader. I slap his bottom. "Stop that!" Frank giggles, because he knows exactly what I mean, "hey, you told me it was normal and healthy for 13 year olds to get erections all the time!" "Not when I am scrubbing the 13 year olds back!" "Erection?" Jordan turns his head around and looks, grins and immediately backs into it drawing a slap to the side of the head from me and more giggles from Frank. "One giant step forward Mr. Felix, I have my eye on you." "Yeah, and I have......" Frank starts. "Don't say it Bisignani, you are my list too." Now Jordan giggles and takes his giant step forward, but only after waggling his ass into Frank once more. I grab a hand held shower head and rinse off my two miscreants. I lead the way out of the shower and the boys dry off with minimal tomfoolery and we manage to get dressed and head off to lunch at Bambino. Marco comes out of the kitchen to say hi. We order a pizza to split as an appetizer and then pastas for our main courses. Frank is chatting up one of the young waiters in Italian who is charmed and Jordan is trying to keep up with his rudimentary Italian. I wonder if Frank has inherited Marco's thing for older guys because I would almost say he is flirting with the waiter who is probably 24 or so, or is Frank just enjoying his Italian and is naïve and innocent? After lunch we head back to my condo and watch football waiting for Marco to come home. It is great watching with Frank and Jordan because they are really interested in the game and ask questions constantly and offer opinions on the coach's calls, the referees and the commentators. I really love their banter and the confidence they are gaining as young adults as they form their own opinions on everything and start to gain independent thought. It is fun to go back and forth with them and see them challenge me on a variety of topics. Marco comes home a little after 3:30 and heads into take a shower and scrub off the gunk that a hot kitchen leaves on you. After the shower he comes out and snuggles into me and promptly falls asleep. I let him rest while the boys and I watched the afternoon game. Jordan settled back into Frank on the couch and Frank wrapped his arms around him. I am dying to ask them what is up, but I respect their privacy and when there is a need to know anything I am sure they'll tell Marco and me. I nudge Marco awake at 6PM as we are going to meet Marianna for dinner. The boys get dressed and grab their bikes off the terrace. We'll drive to Jordan's house where Frankie is going to spend the night, drop off the bikes, pick up Marianna and head to La Palma Mexicatessen, one of my favorite Mexican places in the city and because it is store too, Marianna can pick some Mexican groceries that are hard to find in the city. The interplay between Jordan, his mom and Frankie is interesting to watch. Marianna looks happy in Jordan's choice of a best friend. Marianna loves Marco and me and Dylan too, but I get that she is really happy he has a best friend his age now. After we polish off our meal, Marianna does some shopping with Frank and Jordan and they are picking out foods for Marianna to make for the boys lunch tomorrow. Marco and I pick up some of the fresh tortillas and the rotisserie chicken and a pound of carnitas to go for our own lunch tomorrow. Marco drives the 4runner back to Marianna's and drops her and the boys off and we tell them we'll see them all tomorrow at 11:15 to pick them up for mass. Marianna and Jordan will also be joining the Bisignani family dinner Sunday night too. The two families are getting even closer as Frankie and Jordan get closer too. As we drop them off, Marianna plants a kiss on my cheek and then goes around to kiss Marco good night too. To my surprise, Frank plants a kiss on my cheek too and then his brother and Jordan follows suit. Marianna looks amused at the boy's affection and waves good bye. Marco looks at me. "Those two are getting thicker than thieves, what do you suppose is going on?" "I'm not sure Marco, but from the outside it looks sweet, fresh and innocent. I think I am jealous" * * * * * * * * * * * * * The next Saturday Washington State is in town to play Stanford in football and I originally had planned to take Marco to the game so he could see the campus better, get a tour and get a feel for the campus on a game day. When I heard that Madison was considering Stanford for basketball I invited him too which meant I needed to invite Bryce and I would love for Jordan to consider Stanford and with Jordan going that meant Frank should be there and with Frank and Marco coming, little David wanted to come too and he wanted Mikey to join us..... bottom line is it grew to include the above, plus David's dad Russell, Tyler who is another potential future Cardinal and Dylan and Jon who are probably both good enough to consider Stanford for polo. So we are up to twelve from the original two, but Stanford has started the season 0-3 on the heels of a bad season last year so getting extra tickets wasn't hard. With twelve of us I charter a limo bus so we can all ride together and Russell and I can drink without worry. We go to the water polo game before the football game and UOP shocks Stanford 11-10, not a great start to the day, but John, the head coach is happy to meet Dylan and Jon because he is well aware of who they are and are on his radar for when they are seniors. Mikey and David are thrilled to see a college game and are full of questions and comments. After polo we head over to the Buck/Cardinal Club tent to tailgate. The club is for donors to Stanford athletics and has the odd name due to Stanford changing their mascot name from the Indians to Cardinal, not the bird cardinal like the St. Louis Cardinals, no, just the color cardinal. It would be like Notre Dame changing their nick name to Blue so as to not insult the Irish, but don't get me started...... Anyway, in the tailgate tent we bump into Coach Montgomery, the Stanford basketball coach and I introduce him to Madison who is wearing the Stanford basketball I gave him two months back when we first played ball in the Castro. It somehow has never made its way back to me, but Madison knows I am cool with that because I would also love to see him wind up here. Lunch is great, the game not so much; Stanford gets trounced and the fans are restless. If I was the head coach, I'd dust off that resume. But it wasn't a total loss, Jordan and Frank are totally into the game so I make a mental note to bring them back, or maybe go to a Berkeley game with Dylan and maybe head to a 49'ers game too. Our last stop before heading home is the student store where I buy Stanford Water Polo shirts for the polo players, which include Mikey and David and Stanford Football for Jordan and Frankie. Russell buys me a Stanford sweatshirt, which he doesn't really need to, but it was a nice gesture. I know he had fun with David today and is happy David's found a good friend now. I wonder how much Russ has picked up on the relationships between all the guys. They all seemed pretty normal to me, but maybe I am too close to the situation. * * * * * * * * * * * * * The following Saturday Russell is taking Mikey to the Olympic Club for a Father Son day and wants to know if David and I would like to join them. Teresa is thrilled when I ask because she worries about David the most. He is the baby of the family and was barely six when his father was killed in the fire and never had the chance to do the father son activities that Joe Jr., Anthony, Marco and Frank all did. David spends Friday night at Mikey's and they all come down at 10AM and we head off to the O Club with Russell driving his Mercedes. He is a newer partner at Townsend and Townsend, the second oldest major law firm in San Francisco, second only to Pillsbury, Madison, Sutro (yeah I know it is Pillsbury Winthrop et al, whatever, but to me it will always have that Sutro name in there, it is so linked to San Francisco). We get to the club and play some basketball, do a little in the weight room with Russ and me showing the boys how to lift and we wind up in the pool to swim and just generally horse around. It gets interesting when we head to the sauna. We strip down and leave our wet bathing suits outside the sauna so now Russell, Mikey, David and I are naked in the dry sauna. My eyes are closed and I am leaning back against the wooden wall trying to soak in its heat when I hear Russ yell, "Michael!" My eyes are startled open and Mikey isn't aware what is wrong, but I see it immediately, he has probably been playing with himself because his penis is fully erect and pointing to the ceiling and his head is unsheathed. He also looks like he is about to cry because of Russ's sharp bark that he doesn't understand. I am trying hard to not smile or laugh, and David can't take his eyes off Mikey's erection that I have to admit is a pretty impressive 4 1/2", which isn't bad for a pre-pubescent 6th grader. Mikey looks slightly terrified not understanding. "Mikey, I think your dad means your erection, men usually try to not get hard around each other, especially in public." "Oh," he now notices and tries to push it down, but we all know that never works, "I didn't mean to. I mean it was starting to get hard, I didn't do anything, but when I did touch it, it felt good." Russ looks stumped by this one and starts to speak, but can't seem to find words. "Yeah, it does feel good when we touch ourselves there Mikey," I start slowly, "and it you haven't found that out already you will in the next few years, it is just that there are times to and times not to; around other men and in a locker room is one of those not times." "Do you touch yourself?" Mikey asks in wonderment. "Mikey!" Russ yells again, but softer and with more amusement this time and I think he is blushing. "It's ok Russ, that is a good question Mikey and yes, I do sometimes, but not as much as I did when I was your age. I am sure your dad can answer all the questions you might have and don't be afraid to ask them because I know he wants to help you." "That's right Mikey, I guess we should have had this talk sooner, but you can always talk to me about any questions you have about your body." Russ is looking more relaxed and in control. So naturally Mikey throws a curve ball right away, "will my penis be big like yours and Tim's one day?" Russ is back in panic mode and looks to me so I run with it, "yes Mikey, it will grow and it will probably start pretty soon." His eyes get big, "really when? Hair and everything?" "Yes, hair and everything, ask your dad when he started to get hair around his penis?" Now Russell is definitely blushing, but as Mikey looks to him Russ plows ahead, "it was in the 6th grade, I was 12 years old," Russ hesitates as if it is hard to say, but he says it anyway, "when I started to get hair around my penis." "Wow, I'll be 12 in 3 months, do you think I'll get hair then?" Russell laughs a little, "it isn't quite that simple, but before the 6th grade is over you will probably have some hair and you'll start to grow there too." Mikey absorbs all the information and David hasn't said a word, he has just taken it all in and I don't think he missed a word. After thinking for a minute Mikey says, "I'm hot." He has already moved on. "Why don't you and David go take a cold shower and then come back in, your dad and I need more time to sweat." The boys agree and head out of the sauna to cool off. Russell just looks relieved. "How do you do it Tim, you aren't even a father, but it looks so natural to you talking about this stuff, it terrifies me." "I'm not sure Russ, maybe it is easier not being a father. I don't see Mikey the way you see him, as the baby he was, the toddler he was, it is probably hard for you to deal with or realize that in the next year he will be into puberty and capable is making babies all on his own." "Oh God, now you are just TRYING to terrify me aren't you," he grins. I smile back, "not at all, but I know you want to be a great dad and this is one of those things that can have a great impact on your son while he is still willing to actually listen to you, before he hits his teens and thinks you are the enemy." "My Lord, a teen, he'll be a teen in less than a year and a half. How do you talk to him so naturally?" "Russ when I was a kid and then a teen I listened how adults talked to me, they talked to me like I was a three year old even when I was fifteen, it was like the adults were awkward and thought I wouldn't understand if they just talked to me normally so I decided when I was an adult, I'd never use that tone of voice with a kid or a teen and it has worked out pretty well for me, kids and teens seem to respond." "I noticed, I meant to ask you about the guys from last weekend. There was something different about them I couldn't put my finger on." Oh interesting, this is what I was wondering about, what vibe did Russell pick-up. He continued. "At first I thought it was the water polo thing since so many of them played water polo, but that wouldn't explain Madison and Tyler, then I thought it was Catholic school, but that wouldn't explain Dylan and it struck me; I saw affection and caring for each other, not that they didn't kid and rib each other, but it was like they knew when to push forward and when to back. I was thinking about it all weekend and I just hope when Mikey is their age he can have friends like that." So he saw affection, but didn't quite get the underlying bond among the high schoolers. "I do think the polo is a big part of it, no offense Russ, but most of the football players I knew in high school were just dicks." "No offense taken," he laughs, "I know what you mean. I was a bit of a dick until my best friend who ran cross country slapped me up side of the head and made me realize our 3-7 football team wasn't nearly as cool as the section champions in cross country were. When I do talk to Mikey, do you think you could join us? I mean, I can do the talking, but I could use some moral support." "Sure and I'll talk to Teresa and see if we can include David too, which I am sure we can. Marco and I had the talk with Frankie a month ago or so." "Now Tim, let's talk about Townsend and Townsend getting some of your business." I smile and nod as the dripping wet pre-teens come laughing and jostling back into the sauna. * * * * * * * * * * * * * We are into October and fall is in full force in the Bay Area, there is a crispness to the air now. Jordan, Frank and I have continued our Saturday morning football ritual except that we have been joined a couple of times by David and Mike, who is Mike now and not Mikey anymore since we had our 'adult' talk with him and David two weeks ago and by Russell too. A couple of time Frank and Jordan have showered with me and a couple of times they've showered in Jordan's bathroom on their own. They are affectionate with one another, but I haven't seen anything overt that says they are involved physically, but the flip side is I haven't seen any signs that they are not and they do seem to shower longer when they shower without me. Jordan's just dropped some disturbing news on me, well not disturbing, I just need to talk with Marianna, so when I drop Jordan off that night I go in the house with him. "Hey kid, here's a quarter, go to the movies or something," and I hand Jordan a quarter. He laughs, "I get it, I'll be in my room studying." "Hey Tim what's up?" "Well I wanted a chance to talk to you. Jordan tells me you guys are going to Seattle Thursday morning and coming back Sunday." "Yes, I have a conference Thursday and Friday and I thought it might be a nice chance to spend some time with Jordan, I feel badly I work so much. Why is there a problem? "Not really except that I am going to be up there too, in fact based on what Jordan was saying, we might even be on the same flights. I have appointments Thursday and Friday and then Stanford is up there to play U Dub on Saturday so I am spending the weekend too. I didn't want you to think I was stalking you guys. I haven't even told Jordan yet I am going to be there. "Oh Tim, you are so hilarious, I know you travel on business too, it's no big deal, in fact if you have time, I am sure Jordan would love to see you up there. I would too actually, I love your company." "It gets worse," and I leave it hanging. She laughs again, "we are in the same hotel?" she speculates. "Practically, you are in the Vintage Park, a great choice by the way, and I am kitty corner in the Fairmont." "That's great actually, you know the Vintage Park has a wine hour every night, maybe you can join Jordan and me and I've always wanted to do the high tea at the Georgian in the Olympic so maybe we can do that too. Honestly Tim, we'd love to see you. I am sure Jordan will be sick of me by Friday." "Ok, if you are sure, I swear..... no stalking." She smiles and kisses my cheek, "Good night dufus, I guess we'll see you tomorrow at the Bisignani's." * * * * * * * * * * * * * Thursday arrives and I swing by the Felix's house at 5:30AM, we are indeed on the same flights up and back, Alaska 315 and Alaska 316, so taking two cars seemed silly. Jordan is bouncing off the walls even at this early hour and I assume it is a plane ride, only his second, and going to a new place like Seattle. I know he has been doing research on the city on line, but something else in the back of my mind keeps bugging me about Seattle that I ought to be remembering. I am sure it will come to me. I drop Marianna and Jordan at the terminal with all our bags, except my laptop which never leaves my side when I travel, and then go park. I catch up to them and we check the bags through with the skycap, I only keep my laptop and everything else gets checked through. Jordan is carrying one of my old laptops that I am letting him use to travel and stay connected and another carry-on bag and Marianna has her briefcase, purse and her laptop for business. The TSA agents smile at us because they assume we are this cute little family with three laptops, the connected family. I like the idea actually; if I were straight I couldn't ask for a better woman to be a wife and mother or a cooler kid than Jordan. The flight is uneventful and Marianna is impressed that I am flying coach like her and Jordan. I don't tell her that I traded in my first class seat to move back to coach because I didn't want to appear snooty. I would have gladly paid to upgrade her and Jordan to first class, but I knew she would never accept that, it was hard enough to convince her to let me pay for Jordan's high school next year. We land in Seattle right on time and I pick up a car from Hertz, Marianna doesn't need a car since her conference at the Washington State Convention Center that is just a four block walk from the Vintage Park. Jordan's in the backseat and gawks at every sight on our way into the Emerald City. I drop them at their hotel and then head off to Redmond for my first appointment. We agree to stay in touch throughout the day, Jordan has my personal cell phone, I have my Cisco cell phone and Marianna has her work cell too. Jordan is going to the Pacific Science Center for the morning and maybe early afternoon, he is going to be checking in with his mom every couple of hours by texting with her since she can't really talk on the phone during the conference and I should be done with my appointments at Microsoft and Amazon and back at my hotel by 3PM or thereabouts. I get to the Fairmont Olympic sooner than I thought just before 3:00PM actually. I check in and add Jordan to my room so he can charge over the next few days and get him a key as well so he can use the pool and health club if he likes. I text him to meet me at the hotel and when he shows up fifteen minutes later I am surprised he got here so quickly. We have a couple of hours before Marianna is done so I walk with Jordie down to one of my favorite places in the world, Pike Place Market. It holds so many good memories for me on so many levels. We lived here for two years when my father was at Naval Station Bremerton and I loved the ferry ride from Bremerton to Seattle and Pike Place Market. As an adult I have been in Seattle many times on business and now my oldest brother lives here with my twin nephews on Mercer Island. I never fail to visit Pike Place Market and especially the Pike Place Fish. When I founded my company one of the first things I did was implement the Fish! Motivational program for my employees and I brought it with me to Cisco and now all of Cisco uses it too. I am sure you have seen it on TV and never really thought about it, but you go to Pike Place Fish and here are these guys who LOVE their jobs. They get to work at 4AM, it is cold, they are in ice and cold constantly and they handle smelly, SMELLY fish and they LOVE it! They throw the fish, they involve the shoppers and bystanders, you have seen them on Good Morning America, CBS Morning News, Oprah, you name it. They have taken a miserable, cold, wet, smelly, tough job and made it fun beyond belief and makes me feel guilty for bitching about mine. As Jordan and I approach the fish counter three guys yell Tim! and I feel at home. They all meet Jordan and make him go behind the counter and try to catch a flying salmon. He drops the first two, but catches the next three and he is beaming like he just won a gold medal in the Olympics. I order some fresh scallops, fresh salmon and some smoked salmon and smoked scallops, a ton of smoked salmon jerky and ask the guys to send it FedEx on Monday to me. Jordan and I cruise the market, grab coffee at the original Starbucks and get some flowers for his mom. When we get back to his hotel, Marianna is there, Marco is beaming after his experience and she looks at me quizzically until Jordan hands her the flowers and she smells the fish on him. "Uh Jordan, you go upstairs and shower and scrub. Tim and I will be down here drinking wine by the fire place." After he leaves Marianna looks at me. "We went to Pike Place Market and my friends at Pike Place Fish had him catching fish." "Those guys from Oprah?" "The same," I smile, "they are my homies." Marianna and I enjoy the Washington state wines that the Vintage Park pours and she tells me about her day at the conference. I again go over it in my mind and wonder how any man could have walked away from this woman and that great kid. Jordan comes down freshly scrubbed and passes mom's smell test. Marianna and I have agreed that tonight I can buy her and Jordan dinner at the Metropolitan Grill if she gets to buy me dinner at Trulio at the Vintage Park tomorrow and we've agreed to flip to see who buys Saturday night at Wild Ginger. We walk the six blocks to the restaurant and Jordan has pretty much been instructed that if he orders anything but the 42 day aged Rib Eye or the Prime Delmonico NY Strip he is out of the will. I go for the 18oz prime rib, an end cut and Marianna opts for the Australian Lobster. I also talk her into a Vesper Martini of Casino Royale fame before we order a lovely Goose Ridge Washington state Merlot. The walk back to the Vintage Park is refreshing, I kiss Marianna and Jordie goodnight and walk back to the Olympic and slip quickly into bed. RYAN! I snap awake at 3AM. Ryan Freaking Hachtman, that is what has been bouncing around in my head that I couldn't place. Ryan from Stickam lives here. Now I am wondering if Jordan asked his mom to bring him along once he found out she was coming here, or did she ask him? Surely he remembers that Ryan lives here. I am going to grill the little shit in the morning. Marianna and Jordan join me at my hotel at a place called Belle Epicurean that has the best pastries and best coffee in coffee mad Seattle. Marinna has to get going to her conference and leave Jordan and I to polish over the five pastries I ordered; I mean when you have a Le Cordon Bleu trained chef you don't just order ONE pastry, you order more and share. "Eh Jordie," I start as Marianna leaves the restaurant, "did you remember that Ryan lives in Seattle?" A wicked grin that is pure lust crosses his face, "well I just might have. In fact he is coming down to meet me today, he is off of school. I thought we would swim here and maybe eat someplace." "Just to remind you, you are on my room so if you want to charge lunch here you can." "Thanks," and that wicked smile again. It is barely 8:30AM and I don't have to be at Expedia until 11AM and that is my only appointment today. "Want to go up to my room and watch TV?" "Sure," Jordan replies and we box our remaining rolls to go. I am dressed casual, so I strip down to my boxers and lie back on the bed and Jordan joins me, he strips down to his boxers too and snuggles into me. It has been a long time since just Jordie and I have cuddled. He has been with Bryce and Frank the past few months. It feels good to have in my arms again and I inhale that fresh, clean smell from him. He has a slightly more masculine smell since he dropped that Axe crap and is wearing Speed Stick now like me. I don't know what is on TV, I hardly notice because no sooner are Jordan and I comfortable than he starts playing with my chest and then he rolls on top of me and finds my lips. I respond to his kisses as his tongue seeks mine, they joust while my right hand slips down his back and inside his boxers to grip his firm bottom. He moans into my mouth and reaches down to slip off his boxers and then slides mine down and off too while never losing contact with my lips. I feel his erection grinding into mine and he feels different so I reach down. Jordie is definitely longer and thicker than a year ago. I would say he is a good 6 1/4" now, one inch longer and for sure thicker. He moans as I stroke and manipulate him. "Fuck me Jordie," I breathlessly plead. "No, you fuck me," he responds. "No," I whine, "it's been so long, I need you in me." I reach over to the night stand and grab the bottle of lube I used for last night's lonely jack-off session. "Pleeeeease Jordie," I use my best whiney voice. He rolls his eyes, "fine if you are going to be a little girl about it," but he also grins too. He takes the lube and applies the lube to his fingers and enters me with his index finger, he pushes my legs higher and the second finger quickly follows. I don't spend a long time thinking about it, but I am amazed at how confident and in control he is now from the beginner of a year ago. Now he has the head of his cock at my entrance and he looks at me to be sure I know it is coming. I nod and he slips the purple head past my ring and I gasp. "You ok," Jordie checks. "Oh great," I respond, "you are a damn man now Jordie." He smiles and leans down and kisses me and drives his manhood deeper into me. He is biting my tongue when I feel his pubes hit my ass as he fully enters me. He breaks the kiss to concentrate on his motion. He straightens up and starts a slow drive into me. He isn't as long as Marco's 7", but he is definitely as thick now. He starts to speed up and I tweak his nipples that are still dime sized and he moans and picks up his speed some more. I slide my hands down his side to feel his ass cheeks; unbelievably they are harder and more muscular than even a few months ago. He closes his eyes and straightens up and drives deep and hard, Jordan than lifts his knees on the bed and my legs with them and now he is driving down into me and the feeling is exquisite, slightly uncomfortable, but incredibly enjoyable. "Less than a minute," he gasps as a sweat bead rolls down his forehead and dampens his hair. I catch up quickly stroking myself, Jordan throws his head back, arches backwards and when I feel him start to shoot I join him in emptying my load. It was only about fifteen minutes, from insertion to completion, but it was wonderful. I really love this kid and the mixed emotions I always have after we have sex crop up. I don't ask him if he is ok anymore, but I need to find a way to bring it up again and do a check on where he is in life with me, Marco, Bryce and even Frankie. One year ago he was a total virgin and now he is a veteran with at least five guys he has had sex with, maybe six and he may add number seven in a matter of hours. I need to do a sanity check on him and keep him from having sex become too automatic, mundane or routine. I don't want him to become desensitized to sex. As I think, I think Jordie has emotional attachments to all his partners. There haven't been any random hook-ups I know of, still... "Hello, earth to Tim, did I get some in your ears?" Jordan is talking to me. "What?" He laughs, "I asked if you wanted to shower and you are a million miles away." "Yeah," I smile up at him, "I wanna shower. I was thinking about you." "Me?" "Yeah, and what a total slut you are!" Jordan gets a wicked grin, "and that is why you were whimpering like a little girl for me to fuck you?" I smile back, "you know I love you more than anything. You and Marco are my life. I don't remember a time before you and Marco. When we get home, let's do a sanity check on where we all are ok?" "Ok," Jordan looks serious now, "and you know how much I love you Timmy and always will. You and my mom are my life. And those Bisignani people too." The wicked grin returns. We roll out of bed, shower and I dress to head out to Expedia. * * * * * * * * * * * * * I get back to my hotel room a little before 3PM, there is a room service tray outside the room that suggests a hamburger and a sandwich of some kind were consumed along with two sundaes and some fries. This should be interesting. I enter to my hotel room and it is dark except for the shimmering of the TV screen and Jordan and Ryan are lying in bed, naked from the waist up and possibly, (probably) below as well. Jordan is entwined with Ryan, he doesn't even lift his head off Ryan's chest. "Mmm, hey Tim, how was Expedia?" "It was good, how was mmm, swimming?" Ryan giggles. "It was great and thanks for lunch." "You are welcome. And how are you Ryan?" Hey it's polite, right? "Great Tim, nice to see you in person finally, thanks for today" Oh fuck what a voice. Ryan is in the change of life stage and his voice is deeper than you would suspect for a kid his age and damn is it sexy for some reason. "What time is it Tim?" Jordan asks. "It is about three, why?" "Crap, I am supposed to meet my mom at 3PM back at the hotel." Jordan climbs over Ryan and gets out of bed, naked as I assumed and with a semi which I am guessing is from the cuddling with Ryan. He starts to get dressed. Ryan looks like he wants to get out of bed too, but looks at me. "Oh, I'm sorry, did you want me to turn my back Ry?" Ryan blushes, "no, I guess not, it isn't like you haven't seen me naked on cam before." And recorded. Thank goodness for Media Catcher. He throws off the covers and stands. Whoa, Ry Ry has grown in more ways than one; one year ago when I watched that first Stickam encounter, Ryan was a little guy, about 5'4 with a dick something under 6" and I thought no pubes at all, now he has to be more like 5'7 and with a semi that I guess is closer to 7" when fully hard and a decent patch of hair above it. I had also forgotten he was uncut too actually. A pretty dang cute, complete package. Ryan pulls on these skimpy bikini briefs which is funny because I recall him being a boxer guy from Stickam, maybe he wore these just for Jordan, that would be cute. The boys finish getting dressed, I walk them to the door, kiss Jordan, he tells me he'll see me at 6PM for dinner with his mom and him and I give Ryan a hug goodbye. He steps in close on the hug and I can feel him, still partially erect and it sends a jolt through me. But we break the hug, Ryan is blushing and they head off, Jordan going to meet his mom and Ryan I assume home. I strip off my work clothes and I am hanging up my suit when there is a knock at the door. I open it and there stands Ryan, he smiles to see me in boxers. "I forgot my swimsuit in the bathroom," he says shyly. "Sure, c'mon in, let me get you a plastic bag." I dig out the laundry bag from my hotel closet and hold it open as he drops his wet trunks that he retrieved from the bathroom in. I walk him to the door and open it to say goodbye again, but he doesn't move immediately. "Was there something else Ry," I asked, not really thinking. "It's just that Jordan said, I mean he thought maybe....." The light bulb goes off in my head and I swing the door closed, as the latch clicks I pull Ryan into a kiss, his lips part and he drops the bag in his hand. Two hours later an utterly spent Ryan and a sore Tim say goodbye again. These boys will be the death of me yet, but what a way to go. * * * * * * * * * * * * * The next morning Marianna and Jordan meet me again at Belle Epicurean for breakfast. "Jordan has a friend meeting us this morning, his mother is dropping him off, I told them to meet us here. What's his name honey, Ryan? I don't know where you meet all these guys." I think she does, Marianna isn't stupid, she is pretty savvy on the Internet. Five minutes later and Ryan walks in with a very nice looking lady who must be his mom. Jordan waves and Ryan breaks in a huge smile. "That must be him Mom." Oh yeah, I forgot Ryan and Jordan haven't met yet in person, wink wink. They make their way over to our table and introductions are made around. "Nice to meet you Mrs. Hachtman," I say as I shake her hand, "you too Ryan." "Tim, call me Donna please," she smiles pleasantly and has a firm, but gentle handshake. "What are you guys doing today?" Marianna answers, "Tim has a football game to go to and I'm not quite sure I'll do with the boys, maybe go shoe shopping." Both boys look like they are having heart attacks, but the twinkle in Marianna's eye and Donna's laugh tells them they are being had. "Well maybe I'll stay around then, I know some great places and a nice tea shop too," Donna jumps in. "Tim, make them stop, come with us today, save us," Jordan whines. "Oh Jordan, Tim has his football game and you know we aren't going shopping or to ucky old teas, but it makes me wonder why I had a boy any way, a daughter would have loved to do those with me!" Jordan harrumphs and looks properly offended, but a grin crosses his face anyway. "No, Tim, please, I know her, she'll sneak in shoes and tea someplace!" "You are welcome to Join us Tim, you know that, but I know you have your game," Marianna tells me. Is she being polite or does she really want me to come along? Donna says her goodbyes and says she'll be back at 5 to pick up Ryan. "And if you get tired of him before that, just drop him along the road, he'll find his way home." Now it is Ryan's turn to look offended and shocked, but when his mom kisses his forehead and leaves some lipstick, offended goes to embarrassed and then to pleased. "Ah mom." I send the boys to go get some boxes for the pastries, we ordered far too many again. While they are gone, I address Marianna. "Were you serious about me coming along or being polite Marianna, I don't want to intrude on your time with Jordan." "I was totally serious Tim, it's no intrusion and I have an idea Ryan is going to command Jordie's attention anyway, did you see the way they looked at each other? I know Donna saw it too." "In that case, I'd love to come along, I don't need to watch Stanford lose another football game" (of course as it turned out the Washington game was Stanford's only win of the year, but who knew and I had more fun anyway with the boys and Marianna). The boys jump and cheer when Marianna tells them she talked me into coming with them. Marianna says she hasn't had a chance to go to Pike Place Market so we start there. As we walk up to the counter at Pike Place Fish, the first place we stop, a chorus of 'Tim!" rains down. Today is it Ryan they make catch fish and being a Saturday the market is full of tourists who enjoy the show and cheer as Ryan catches two of the three fish and boo as he drops one. Marianna samples the smoked salmons and likes each one better than the last. As she goes off to take some pictures of Ryan and Jordan throwing and catching the fish I order one of each of the smoked salmons to be shipped to Marianna at the hospital and the Ahi looks so good, I order a couple of pounds to make sashimi and poke and tell them to add it to my other order. We do the market pretty much top to bottom and when Marianna goes into Maggie's Shoes, Jordan looks triumphant and gives me a knowing look. "See and tea is next!" It is still too early for lunch so I suggest a ferry ride to Bremerton to have lunch over there, mostly just to enjoy the ferry ride through the Puget Sound, it is just beautiful, especially as it winds its way down the Rich Passage between Bainbridge and Port Orchard. Marianna likes the idea and they boys are excited at the idea of boat ride. We catch the 11:10 ferry just in time. Marianna snaps a ton of pictures of the boys, of me with the boys and I make her get pictures with Jordan and Ryan and than a fellow passenger offers to take a group one of all of us with the Seattle skyline in the back ground. Once the pictures are done the boys split to explore the ship and Marianna and I settle down in seats outside the main cabin to enjoy a great fall day. The boys return about thirty minutes later having explored every inch they can. "I think I want to be in the Navy," Jordan busts out of no place. Marianna looks surprised, but says, "that's great honey, that is something we can certainly discuss." We arrive in Bremerton and walk over to Anthony's for lunch, while we are eating, Jordan points and says, "what's that?" I look behind me, "that is the USS Turner Joy, a retired destroyer, a very famous destroyer actually and museum now." "A museum, can we go on it?" I am not sure if he is asking me are you able to go on it or his mom for permission. Marianna answers, "do you mean may we go on it Jordan?" Jordan rolls his eyes, "yes, mother may I." She smiles, but rebukes him for his sarcasm. "Sorry, but can we?" He repeats, totally forgetting he means may. "Yes we CAN," Marianna smiles and answers in a mocking tone, but playful. We walk to the museum and start touring the ship. When Jordan sees the enlisted men's berths he decides if he is going into the Navy he is going to be an officer for sure. Top to bottom it takes a little over an hour to see the ship and we are just in time to catch the 3PM ferry back to Seattle. As we approach Seattle Marianna snaps some more pictures and asks the boys what they want to do until Ryan's mom shows up. "Swim!" is the shouted reply from both boys. "Did you bring a swim suit Ryan?" "Yes Mrs. Felix, Jordan might have sorta mentioned Tim's hotel had a cool pool," Ryan looks as innocent as a new born lamb. Marianna looks at me, "works for me Marianna, I can order us tea while they swim." "Ok, we probably need to call your mom Ryan and let her know where we'll be." We get back to the hotel and I give the boys a room key to go change and Marianna and I head to the pool. "Do you think they'll be ok Tim?" She means do I think they are going to have wild crazy sex? No that was yesterday Marianna, I think they won't. What I actually say is, "No I think they'll be responsible, but if they aren't up here in ten minutes, I'll go hustle them up." Marianna doesn't look convinced. "If he is having sex with boys Marianna, he is and there really isn't much you can do to stop it. You can have talks about responsibility and all that, but in the end, he is going to do what he is going to do." "If it's not too personal Tim, how old were you when...." She leaves the question hanging. "I was 13." She cringes, not what she wanted to hear or think about. "Do you think he and Frank are more than friends?" "I don't have any firsthand knowledge," just a huge suspicion based on a dozen different things, "but again, if they are, they are and you couldn't ask for a better kid than Frank. He is responsible, gets good grades and hella cute." Marianna slaps my arm, blushes and yells, "Tim." "Well you want your son to date hotties don't you?" "You are awful!" "Why is Tim awful?" Jordan and Ryan walk in the pool area. "He just is. That was fast." "Yeah we want to swim!" And Jordan takes off running and jumps in the pool with Ryan right behind. I order up tea and tea sandwiches from the Georgian Room for Marianna. The boys splash swim wrestle and just goof in general. Donna Hachtman shows up just before 5PM and sits and talks with Marianna a bit, just chit chat small talk. After about 10 minutes she tells Ryan they need to get going soon. They boys get out and head down to my room to shower and change. When they are gone Donna looks slightly uncomfortable and Mariana picks up on it. "Is everything ok Donna?" Donna nods, "I guess, but can I ask you a question and if it is inappropriate or too personal, just say so." Marianna nods for Donna to continue. "Is Jordan.... gay?" Donna doesn't seem certain if she chose the right word, but she didn't ask it like it was a bad thing either. "Oh dear," I think Marianna was caught a little off guard, "yes he is." Donna seems to actually relax, "I think Ryan is too. In fact I am almost certain he is. I am glad he has a friend like Jordan he can talk with. I am sure it isn't easy for him, for either of them." The moms chat a bit, exchange contact information and promise to stay in touch. Donna is even talking about a family trip to the Bay Area next summer. The boys have been gone about twenty minutes and the moms are about ready to send me down on a mission when they show up happy and glowing. Is that flush in their cheeks from a hot shower? * * * * * * * * * * * * * Another Thursday and I am back at SFO only I am heading to LAX this time, going home for the weekend, except that my parents won't be there, they are at their Puerto Vallarta house for a week with a bunch of friends from high school and college. I am going down mostly because of the water polo tournament and Berkeley High, Dylan's team, playing at Harvard-Westlake, my old school and where Matt Miller goes currently. It should be a pretty low key weekend, Thursday night at me parents house, Friday at the Irvine Marriott for the tournament and then back to my parents house Saturday night. I should get to see Matt today, but who knows how much time he'll have to hang out. It is always odd for me 'going home'. I haven't lived in San Marino for fourteen years, but it will always be home. And Los Angeles is oddly always familiar and foreign at the same time, like a pair of comfortable old shoes you haven't seen for a while. I slip easily onto the freeways and head up the Pasadena freeway home like I do it every day. I get to my parents house and drop off my suitcase in my old room, replenish some 'supplies' in my night stand and grab my water polo back pack with a Speedo and towel and head off to Harvard-Westlake. I get to school around 1PM and I drop my back pack at the pool with Coach Corso and head to see Headmaster Hudnut. Tom and I chat for a bit, he thanks me for the support of the school, but mostly for taking care of his son Peter when he was at Stanford playing polo. After leaving Tom's office I head back to the Zanuck Swim Stadium and jump in to get a good workout in before the game. About 2:00 the Berkeley team shows up and Coach Smith is surprised to see, he didn't know I had gone to HW. The HW boys are showing up too so I get out of the water to get out of the way and let the boys get their warm-ups in. I shower and change, but there is still forty-five minutes to game time so I head down to Ralph's Supermarket at the base of the hill to grab something to nosh on (yes, nosh, I am back in the San Fernando Valley so words like nosh and schmuck bubble up in my consciousness). When I get back to the school, Matt Miller is there in the crowd, he smiles and waves and I go to sit next to him, the game should begin any minute now. Matt and I get to chatting and I don't really notice that the game hasn't started yet for about ten minutes and when I look up I see one young looking official and no second official. Coaches Rich and Nat are chatting and at the same time look up at me and smile. That CAN'T be a good sign. Rich motions me to come down, he explains the second official hasn't shown up yet and the official they have is only a second year official, will I step in and help him. I look at the two coaches, Nat is ok with the fact I am a Harvard Westlake alum and Rich is fine with the fact I am a Northern Cal referee now. The young official looks relieved when they tell him I'll be helping. The game goes off pretty easily and all things considered, the kid probably could have done the game on his own. HW is one of the top three teams in Southern Cal this year and Berkeley is struggling to stay in the top ten in Nor Cal so Harvard wins the game going away, 11-5 and there aren't even too many tough calls and everyone is pretty happy actually. The Berkeley coach saw some good things out of his team and HW is happy to control a good team. I am bummed I didn't get to watch the game with Matt, but he waits for me after the game. "Hey I called my mom, I told her you and Dylan were in town and you and I were going to dinner and a movie," Matt tells me. "Cool, what movie did you want to see?" Matt gives me that 'hello stupid' look. "Oh... OH!" I blush as I get it. "Well, you really do want to do dinner don't you?" "Yeah, we can eat something quick, really, really quick." The boy positively leers at me and I blush again. "Okay, follow me." Matt gets in his car, a nice 2004 BMW 530i, and follows me into San Marino and we stop at Twohey's, Home of the Stinko Burger, to grab some food to go before heading to my parent's house on Shenandoah. We enter the long driveway, park out front and Matt follows me into the house. The minute the door closes he plants a kiss on me. I have two bags of food in my hands, but Matt wraps around me anyway and snkes his tongue in his mouth with incredible passion. "Damn," I gasp as he pulls away. "When did you last get some." He giggles, "the last time was weeks ago and it wasn't a man like you." We kiss again and then I lead him through the house out to the pool house, which is also kind of a guest house, it has a kitchen, a large family room, dining area and his and hers bathrooms downstairs with two bedrooms and a bathroom upstairs. We eat our Stinko burgers and fries out here because I was thinking we could swim or Jacuzzi after we eat. Yeah, yeah, I know no swimming for thirty minutes after eating, but we weren't going to be doing laps anyway. We wolf down the burgers. I wolf mine down because I am starving, but the look on Matt's face tells me he has his own reasons. "Ready for a swim?" I ask. Matt gets a panicked, disappointed look on his face, "I didn't bring a swim suit." I just start laughing and shucking clothes, Matt laughs too as he joins me. "I was good, wasn't I?" Matt wants to know. "I tell you how good later," it is my turn to leer. Matt plays off a shocked look as he drops his boxers. Matt has grown and matured a little in even the last six months. He is probably an inch or two taller, over 5'9 now, put on about fifteen or twenty pounds and there is a dusting of brown hair on his chest. His cock that is starting to rise looks a little bigger too, I drop my boxers too now, step out of them and embrace Matt. I can feel him shaking a little. "Are you okay Matt?" "Yeah dude, I am just so excited you know, I really liked our time together in San Francisco. I mean Jordie and Dylan were great and you guys gave me the confidence to meet guys here too, but no one has ever thrilled me the way you did Tim. I am really looking forward to this." I laugh, pull Matt into a kiss and feel his rising cock poking into me and my cock quickly responds. "Grab your clothes, I think we'll skip swimming." We walk naked back into the main house, I leave my clothes in the pool house and we head upstairs to the room I grew up in. Not much has changed since I left for college. My Harvard Westlake lettermans jacket is draped on a chair back, a Nirvana poster, U2, USC football and a surfing poster; also various pics of family trips and school friends. Matt grins as he looks around, but wastes no time in climbing onto my queen bed. I join him by lying down next to him, but he immediately pulls me on top and wraps his legs around me lifting his bottom into my groin. "Hey,go slow Matt, we have at least a couple of hours don't we?" "Closer to three, but I want to go twice at least, you don't know how long I've been thinking about this, just fuck me once now and then we can fool around." Who am I to argue? I reach in my night stand for my freshly replenished stock of lubes and condoms. I go back to kissing Matt and loosening him up with a mango lube because before I fuck him I want to return to the rimming that drove him so wild last time, but I hate the taste of regular lube. I am rocking his world pretty well banging on his prostate, but then I tell him to get on his hands and knees, which he promptly does. He has his ass in the air, but his head buried in a pillow as I lick around his ring. He bites the pillow and I can hear a muffled moan when my tongue penetrates him. I work his hole for five minutes before I go back to working to open his hole. "It's ready Matt, just start already." I grin at his eagerness and think, who am I to argue again, this boy knows what he wants so I move my head to his entrance, lube it well and guide the head to the ring and push slightly and the head quickly disappears inside the ring. Now I start the slow push to insert myself fully. Matt moans as the shaft slides in and I can't tell if it is pain, pleasure or a bit of both. I get my answer when Matt pulls forward away from me and then pushes back into forcefully. Yeah he is ready and unlike our first fuck, that was slow and methodical, I start out fast and get faster and harder. I am pounding as fast and as hard as I can and Matt can't get enough of it, but I know I also can't last at this pace. "Are you going to cum this round?" I gasp out between thrusts, "because I can't hold out long at this pace." "No, just go," is Matt's strangled reply. And I do, three more minutes and I can feel the rising in me. "Get ready Matty." And then wave after wave of cum pours out of me and fills the condom. I am sweating like a pig and I flop to my back and pull Matt on top of me. He is still hard as I start to go soft. He buries his head into my neck and collarbone, wraps me tightly under my arms and starts to hump me with the condom still on. He feels it and reaches down to pull it off. My dick is slick with my cum and Matt goes back to humping me. I feel his climax building and hear it in his breathing. He gasps and then a feel a gusher on my belly. He pumps five or six more times and then collapses spent. We lie there recovering for a few minutes in silence. "I am ready for that swim now," Matt says without lifting his head. It feels a little strange roaming my parent's house naked with a boy, but it also isn't like it is the first time, that was at least twenty years ago. We use the shower in the pool house to rinse off because splooge gets nasty in the pool and it sticks all through your hair and stuff. We dive in the cool water and float around for a bit and just hang on to each other, or mostly I hang onto Matt, who has his back to me and his eyes closed. "I came out to my parents," Matt says out of the blue. That jolts me. I turn him around. "No Way," I am stunned, he is the first of Jordan's cam buddies to officially come out, even though apparently some of the mom's have their suspicions. "What did they say?" "They were a little surprised, but mostly they wanted to know if I was sure and then when I told them I was they wanted to know what they could do to help. Was I having problems at school, did I want to see a therapist, had they ever said or done anything to hurt me. It really quite cool. Then I told them I was seeing Dylan kinda long distance and when I knew he was coming down I asked if I could go see him and they said yes, I could go with you to Irvine this weekend to watch the games." I am digesting all that Matt has said, he is out, parents cool, dating Dylan, Irvine this weekend. "Hunh, what?" I finally blurt out. Matt laughs at me, "which part?" "Dating Dylan, Irvine this weekend." "I'm not dating Dylan, Dylan is dating Jon, but my parents don't know that and Dylan is up to speed with everything, so if you don't have other plans for Irvine, I am free and would love to spend the weekend with you, even watching polo games." "No plans. No plans at all. I'd love to have you for the weekend, all weekend, over and over." I lean in and kiss him softly. This could be an interesting weekend afterall.