Date: Thu, 14 Jan 2010 19:56:42 -0800 From: Tim P Subject: Jordan's Tale 6 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 a great spring day is the Bay Area, April isn't often so kind to us. Life has settled into a routine for all of us. Marco and I are dating for sure and I love him more every day, but I recognize he is young still so I don't pressure him on making it an exclusive thing. Jordan and I still meet at least once a week for our Saturday workout, but now it is soccer we play, not football and I see him during the week sometimes too. Marianna has had me over for dinner, I've had them over to my place for dinner; sometimes Marco has been there too and I've had Marco cook dinner for the four of us. I think Marianna is still not sure on the relationship between us all, but she sees Jordan is happy and motivated; he has made the Principal's Honor Roll every quarter so far, so she is convinced that whatever is going on it isn't hurting her son. Dylan is more involved with the three of us too and he and Jordan are getting closer. Dylan has stayed at Jordan's for a weekend when his parents were heading out of town and I know the Fouts have had Jordan over for over nights as well. I don't think they know Dylan or Jordan is gay, but maybe they suspect, parents are never as stupid as kids think they are. Dylan comes to visit me when he can and he and Marco have had some `special' times together too, I know Marco was Dylan's second bottom because neither one would shut-up about it. The Stickam gang is still together, Jordan, Matt, Ryan, Dylan, but Marco jumps in to the mix every so often and I do too until the clothes start coming off. I love chatting with the guys and even though Matt and Ryan have hot little bods I could stare at forever, I figure I can't let this intimate little circle get too big and the fewer who know, the better. I do chat privately with Matt and Ryan on MSN though and we have done the cam curiosity thing. I like them both, they are good guys, well adjusted and seem to know what they want and like and they go get it. Matt lives in the L.A. area not too far from my parents and he insists we hang out the next time I get to L.A. and Ryan is in Seattle and he knows I travel there on business and he wants to hang out too when I am up there. I am rushing home from my office in Palo Alto because tonight is a special Friday night. I am taking Jordan to his first opera, La Bohème, at the San Francisco Opera and Marco, his Mom and Marianna are coming too. It is opening night so that adds an extra tingle of excitement. I also have a special surprise for the ladies, whicht is why Marco and Jordan are meeting me at my place and we are picking up the two moms at Teresa's. When I get home the boys are already there and naked in my bed and from the musty smell in the air, I can tell they have been busy. I peel off my clothes and throw them on the floor, now isn't the time for neatness. "Get up you two incorrigibles; we have to pick up the ladies in 40 minutes." "Mmmm, I just wanna stay in bed and fuck, why don't you crawl in here and let me fuck you," says a smiling Jordan. "That's it mister!" I yank the covers back and snatch the giggling and naked Jordan out of bed and throw him over my shoulder and head for the bathroom. I am paddling his cute little butt on the way; he just giggles and squeals all the more. "Marco, save me!" "You're on your own little dude," says a laughing Marco. I am not sure the spanking is a big punishment because I can feel Jordan's cock instantly hard on my shoulder and it gives me a jolt because it feels pretty nice. I step in the shower with him still on my shoulder and turn on the rain shower head first and a giant blast of warm water hits Jordan's back and my head. He squeals and screams again. "Ok, ok, I'll be good, you're gonna drown me!" I slide him off my shoulder and he slides down the front of me. I can feel the heat of his erection on my chest and stomach as he slides down and it feels too nice, my cock is starting to react now. His cock gets to mine and he rubs his erection on my semi. I bend down and give him a kiss, a real one, for the first time ever. He kisses back with an intensity and snakes his tongue into my mouth and grinds his erection into my now fully erect member and I give his ass a little squeeze. The kiss lasts 30 seconds before my rational thought kicks back in and I break it off. "Am I interrupting?" says a grinning Marco as he steps in the shower. "Oh wow!" is all Jordan can say, "Nope, I was just finishing Jordan's punishment; I was trying to bite his tongue off so he can't use such language again." They both laugh at that and I turn on the rest of the shower heads. "But this has to be quick guys, all business, in and out; we really need to get dressed." "Well help me than," Jordan says, "I'll soap the front and you soap the back." I grab a bar of soap and lather up my hands and rub the soap vigorously on Jordan's back, down over his ass, up his crack and he jumps as my middle finger passes over and back on his hole. "Don't be enjoying this too much." He giggles and I grab one of the handheld shower heads and rinse the lather off his back and drop to a knee and rinse his ass and legs and part his cheeks to rinse off there. He leans forward slightly so his cheeks part easier exposing that inviting hole and for one fleeting second I wish we weren't going to the opera because I think I'd plant my tongue there right now. But we are going to the opera and I am glad, otherwise I might. I get out, grab a towel and Jordan follows me out and grabs one too. "Am I gonna like this tonight?" he wants to know. "Trust me, you'll have a blast tonight." Marco is out of the shower now too. Jordan and I hang up our towels and head not back into my bedroom, but over to one of the guest bedrooms where my surprise for the ladies is. Three tuxedos are laid neatly out on the queen sized bed. Jordan pulls on his boxers and white t-shirt and I do the same, Marco comes in, his hair still slightly damp and starts getting dressed too. I help Jordan button up his dress shirt and tie his black bowtie for him. It is nice to have someone to fuss over and I think it would be cool to have a kid some day. I also think of the contradictions in Jordan's and my relationship; part of me thinks of him as the kid to fuss over and part of me views him as a future lover. It is a strange dichotomy. The tie is tied and he pulls up his black slacks. I fasten his cummerbund and then turn to help Marco with his tie. With both boys done up, I finish getting dressed and look at the three of us in the mirror. Damn we look fine, I grin to myself. The BMW will seat five more comfortably so we take it and I let Marco drive. We get to Marco's house, Marianna's Maxima is out front and I make the boys put on their jackets before we go in. I give the nod and Marco pushes open the front door. "Ma, we're here are you ready?" Marco yells. "In the kitchen," is the reply from Teresa. We walk into the kitchen and make a great entrance. A gasp escapes Marianna's lips. She looks like she could cry. "Oh baby, you look so handsome." She exclaimed. Jordan blushes. "Ah Mom..." She comes over and gives him a big hug and kiss, smearing red lipstick on his cheek. Teresa looks a little emotional too. "Oh Marco, you look so much like your father on our wedding day in that tux." She too crosses the kitchen to hug her boy. She gives him a peck on the cheek and turns to me and gives me a big hug and a kiss too. "Thank you Tim, this is a treat and it is so nice to know someone can get Marco out of his Levi's." I think to myself, I've gotten Marco out of his Levi's a lot, but now probably isn't the time to mention that. Marianna has her camera out and wants to snap some pictures, so we go out to the living room. She takes one of the three men and then asks me to get one of her and Jordan and then I suggest we do one with Marco in there too and she likes that idea. Then I get one of Marco and Teresa and Marianna insists on one of me and Marco with Teresa. Finally I get a picture of the two ladies dressed to the nines and we are off to Quince for dinner. Dinner is a great as usual at Quince; then we valet at the opera and head in. The performance is stunning, it is the same sets they used in L.A. last year and Rolando Villazon is in great voice. At intermission Jordan can't stop chattering about how cool it is. We go into the Intermezzo Lounge where our drinks are waiting for us. One of the great pleasures of having gobs of money and little to spend it on is being able to afford to support operas, museums, athletic programs and the like. I donated over $35,000 to the opera and it has bought some nice perks. I gave away over $250,000 all told last year to charity and it didn't even dent what I have. Over all it is a great evening. I've arranged with the Director General to go back stage and meet with Rolando. He comes out of his dressing room. "Tim, so nice to see you again so soon, I heard you were in the house tonight." He gives me a big hug. "Nice to see you too Rolando, you were marvelous. I wanted you to meet one of your biggest fans, this is Jordan." Rolando steps forward and takes Jordan's hand in a manly handshake. "Jordan, it is always nice to meet a fan and especially a young one. Usually it is soccer or football players that the young are fans of." "Dude, you were awesome!" is all Jordan can blurt out. The rest of the introductions are made all around. "Rolando, tell Jordan about what an El Tri (the Mexican national soccer team) fan you are." "You like El Tri?" asks an incredulous Jordan. "Of course, I was going to be the next Miguel Mejía Barón until a neighbor head me singing the shower and introduced me to Arturo Nieto who invited me to his academy to develop my voice and as they say the rest is history." We exchange a few more pleasantries and then I shoo us out of there, it is late, just after 11PM and Rolando has two shows tomorrow. We pile back into my car and everyone is in a general good mood. "I'll drop the ladies first, we'll go back to my place change and I'll bring Jordan home." "Noooo, Mom, can't I spend the night? My clothes are there are already and it is sooooo late." "Now, Jordan, Marco & Tim don't need you hanging around." "Guys, tell her I can stay!" Jordan pleads. Marco laughs and says, "It is fine by me, I'll be asleep inside of five minutes of getting back to Tim's." "I'm good, if it is all right with you Marianna, I have plenty of room." "Well it does seem silly to do all that driving around, if you sure it isn't a bother Tim? Do you have a toothbrush honey?" "Yes, Mom, I have a toothbrush in my backpack." "Ok, I have to work tomorrow so don't pester Tim and Marco too much, come home before they get tired of you." I drop the ladies off at Teresa's and head home. I am just dog tired. We all head to the guest bedroom to drop the tuxes. I actually own mine, but I'll take it to the cleaners when I return the boys. I strip down to my boxers and head to my bathroom to brush my teeth. A naked Jordan turns up next to me at the other sink and brushes his teeth and then naked Dylan comes in just as I am finishing. "I'll get the bed in the guestroom ready for you Jordan." I know he is going to scream bloody murder, but I have to put it out there. "Noooo, I wanna sleep with you and Marco." I look up at Marco in the mirror and he shrugs with his tooth brush in his mouth. "Ok," I give in, "go get in bed." He lets out a whoop and scampers into my bedroom. I walk down the hall to turn the lights out in the condo. When I get back to my bedroom both of them are already in bed. I go to crawl under the covers and Marco asks, "When did you start wearing boxers to bed?" "Well we have a `guest' tonight." "Boxers off!" says a grinning Jordan. I look to Marco for support. "Don't look at me, I say take 'em off too." I roll my eyes, defeated, so I drop my boxers and climb into bed naked. The flannel sheets feel especially good tonight. Marco is on the far side and Jordan will be in the middle. The bed is a king so theoretically we have plenty of room to spread out, but Jordan snuggles up to me and Marco spoons Jordan from the other side. I have to admit the warmth of Jordan feels good and it is helping me drift off. I am dimly aware of his head in the side of my chest, his warm breath on me and his left hand caressing my chest and stomach as I drop into slumber. Jordan whispers into my ear, "thanks for the kiss tonight." Even though I got to bed well after 11:30PM, I wake up at my usual 4AM feeling pretty wide awake. Marco has moved away from Jordan and is face down, out like a log. Jordan is still draped around me only he has a raging hard-on now and it is poking into my leg. He is out like a light, so I know it isn't intentional, it is just one of those things that happens to guys at night. I actually have a hard-on too, but I know mine is because I have to take a piss like a banshee. I carefully disentangle myself from Jordan and slip out of bed as quietly and softly as possible. I go down the hall to the bathroom between the guest bedrooms because I don't want to wake Jordan or Marcus. I crawl back into bed and Jordan stirs a little and curls into a ball. I spoon around him and he moves his bare buns into my crotch and wiggles until my soft cock is in his crack. So he wasn't as asleep as I thought he was. I am starting to drift back to sleep when Jordan reaches behind and takes my soft cock and starts to rub it trying to get it harder. I am too sleepy to protest and it feels pretty good so I let it go on and I get hard pretty quick. Once I am hard Jordan places my hard cock in his crack and gently rocks up and down. My arms that are wrapped around him pull him a little tighter and give a squeeze. He keeps moving his ass slowly up and down and my hands are now gently rubbing his chest and stomach. Jordan takes my hand and guides it down to his cock that is rock hard. I know I should pull it away, but I don't really want to. I gently feel it. I run my fingers over the head, Jordan is pre-cumming. I smear the pre-cum around the head and softly run down his shaft to the base and rub his few sparse hairs and then back up again. Jordan sighs a huge sigh and reaches back to feel my cock. His little fist encircles me and feels me up and starts stroking me. I moan a little and Jordan turns around and goes under the covers to take my cock in his mouth. It feels so great to have that little mouth over me, so warm and moist, but I pull him up. "No," Jordan whispers, "I really, really want to." "I know," I whisper back, "but not here." I slip out of the bed and pull Jordan out behind me. I take his hand and lead him down the hall to the furthest guest room, our erections bouncing as we move quickly, and close the door. I lie on the queen bed and pull Jordan on top of me, He is straddling me with his cock on mine and he is humping slowly as we start to kiss. For a young guy I can't believe what a great kisser he is. We kiss for a few minutes, but Jordan can't take it. He knows what he wants and has waited for, for so long, so he goes back to sucking my cock. He uses the same techniques I've seen him use on Marco and Dylan and a few I haven't seen him use. Where does he pick this stuff up? He actually is pretty incredible. He has no problem swallowing all of me even though I am only an inch less than Dylan, but I don't have Dylan's girth. He is getting me too close, too quickly, so I pull him off. He protests a little, but the protests die when I put him on his back and go to work on his cock. I have actually been thinking about this moment from the first day I saw him and jacking off over the fantasy from that first day we stretched to play catch and I snuck peeks inside his shorts. Jordan's cock is so perfect, 5 ¼ inches and the thickness of a hot dog. I swallow it all to start. A few bobs on it and I have him moaning. I back off and go to work licking the head, the rim around the head and flicking his slit. I can taste his salty pre-cum and I spread it with my tongue all around the head. Jordan moans softly. "Oh God yes Timmy, oh Timmy that is great." I move off his cock, kiss his pubic mound and lick his few, sparse, black pubes. I lick down his thigh to his small hairless balls and then move under his balls to the delicate area below the balls, the perineum, leading to his anus. He moans, groans and writhes. My tongue slides down his perineum, I lift his legs and his boy rose comes up. I have been dreaming of this moment for a long time too. I lick around the wrinkled edges. "Oh fuck." is all Jordan can say. After licking around the edges, I drive my tongue into the hole and fuck his hole with my tongue. "Shit, yes, fucking hell." I lick it hard and fast like an ice cream cone that is melting. And Jordan is moan and talking to me. "Fuck me Tim, please, please, please fuck me." I stop my licking. "Jordan, you've never been fucked before." "I know Timmy, I've been waiting for you. You are the only person in the world I want to be my first. I don't care if it never happens again; I just want the memory and feel of you forever." "Jordie, you are absolutely sure?" "It's all I've wanted from the first day I kicked that ball into you." "You did that on purpose?" "Of course, I had wanted to meet you for weeks." "Ok, let me grab some lube." I reach into the nightstand, yes every bedroom in my condo has lube and condoms in every bedroom and my office and the panic room; I should probably put some in the kitchen and lanai too the ways things have gone this last year. I lie on my back and tell Jordan to straddle me. I lube up my cock and lube up Jordan's ass and finger him a little with my middle finger to loosen him up. "Oh fuck, bang me like a drum Timmy" I giggle at that one. "Ready sweet boy?" "Hell yeahs." "So take my cock and put it at the entrance of your hole and then sit on it, let your weight down slowly on it. You can go as slow or as fast as you like. Once you are comfortable let me know and I can start moving too." Jordan actually takes me all faster and easier than I thought and soon is bouncing on me, driving my cock deep inside his tight ass and banging on his prostate he moans, groans, `oh fucks', `fuck `yeahs' and `holy shits for ten minutes. For me the feeling physically is awesome, but emotionally I am enthralled. All the pent up sexual tension is coming to a head. "Jordan stop. Now spin away from me and let me drive for a while." Without me leaving his ass, he turns away from me and I grab hold of his ass and start driving up and in. I am thrusting up hard and fast and Jordan is in heaven. His comments tell me that. I fuck him like that for ten more minutes. Then I tell him to lay back on me and that lets me get even deeper, his head is next to mine. I am fucking him like that for a few minutes and then he says. "Timmy, fuck me on my back. I've been dreaming about that since I first met you. I want you to shoot in me and kiss me." "Anything you want Jordie babe." I put him on his back, lift his legs and spread them apart and that glorious hole I have dreamed about for months is there. I slip back in easily. I start off at a good pace because we have been fucking for about 25 minutes now and I know in this position I won't last too much longer. While I am fucking him this way, I rub his chest and pinch his nipples. I know I have maybe a minute left so I move to start kissing Jordan. His return kisses are intense and passionate. I feel the pressure building and just before I cum I say `oh fuck' and then I explode inside Jordan and I know he feels, because I can see it on his face. I feel his cock spasm too and shoot hot cum on my stomach and chest. "Oh Jordan, I love you so much. I hope this doesn't change things. I want to love you forever." "Oh Timmy." Jordan starts to cry softly. "Jordie, what's wrong?" "Nothing, I just love you so much. I am so happy right now. This will always be one of my best memories. My first opera and my first fuck with my first love. I do love you so much too Timmy. I won't let anyone hurt you ever. No one will know, not even the guys. This is just ours." I kiss him again. "Let's go clean up and go back to bed with Marco." We go into the guest bathroom here and clean the cum and lube off and then spontaneously make out for about five more minutes. We go back to my bedroom and it looks like Marco hasn't moved. It is about 5:30AM. Jordan lies down and I spoon him. Five minutes later I am asleep again. I wake up again still spooning with Jordan, but I have to piss again and it is about time for me to get up anyway. I just can't stay in bed. Jordan stirs as I pull away, he looks at me sleepily like he wants me to stay and I point to the still sleeping Marco. Jordan shifts over there and spoons Marco, who reflexively moves to his side so Jordan can spoon him easier. I brush my teeth and start to absorb the magnitude of what happened last night. I didn't want to go where I went with Jordan last night. I mean I did, it has been a major fantasy, but I didn't want it to happen this soon and I want to be sure he is ok and stays ok. Somehow in the light of day the decision I made was so obviously the wrong one, I wonder if Jordan will feel the same way. I've crossed that bridge and there is no going back. Whatever happens as a result I'll just have to deal with it. I turn on the TV in the great room and go to make some coffee for me. I've closed the doors to my master suite so Marco & Jordan don't have to hear the coffee grinder, TV and my banging around the condo. I watch ESPN for a bit, but I don't know why. College and Pro football are over, MLB hasn't started and the NBA playoffs haven't started yet. What a dull day. I switch to the Food Network. About 9AM two naked and sleepy figures come down the hall into the great room. "Morning Tim," Marco kisses me. "Morning Tim" Jordan kisses me. They head into the kitchen and grab two coffees and head back to the bedroom. Before they do, Marco turns and says. "I'll have French Toast and crisp bacon, don't be stingy with the bacon." "Ditto for me" a smiling Jordan says. The little hussies! But it is also funny as hell too, so I get up to make French Toast for three with crispy bacon. It is done in about 15 minutes and I stack up two plates with heaping mounds of French Toast and bacon, three plates for serving, utensils and warm maple syrup and head to my bedroom. The boys are sitting up in bed watching Revenge of the Sith on DVD. "Marco, get the trays would you?" Marco reaches under the bed on his side and pulls out two `dining in bed trays'. I have one tray built for two and another one for one. He puts the two over him and Jordan and hands the one to me. I hand the carrying tray with all the goodies on it to Jordan so I can climb into bed. I drop my robe and crawl in. I am just getting comfortable when Marco says. "No coffee refills? The service in this joint sucks, your tip isn't going to be very good I am afraid!" Jordan finds this hilarious and roars with laughter. He seems in great spirits this morning; even glowing. Maybe I am making too big of a deal over last night. We eat our breakfast and watch the movie and it is quite cozy the three of us having breakfast in bed. As we finish Marco rolls out of bed and takes the dishes down to the kitchen and Jordan folds up the trays. As he leans over the edge to shove them back under the bed, he exposes his ass to me and I see that boy hole where I was just a couple of hours ago. I feel jointly horny and guilty. Marco comes back from the kitchen and says he is going shower and get going to work. "Ok. Cool, we'll watch the rest of the movie and tell you how it turns out." Says Jordan who laughs loudly at his own joke knowing Marco has seen the movie a dozen times. Marco showers and dresses and comes back to kiss us goodbye. "You guys working out this morning?" Marco asks. "Naw I have to return the tuxes hit the cleaners and some more errands. Maybe we can come by for a late lunch before I take Jordan home." "Sounds great, text me when you are coming and I'll get a table for you guys." Jordan cuddles up to me and Marco heads down the hall to the elevator. I wait until I know the elevator has left to speak up. "Jordan, we need to talk about last night. How are you feeling?" "Damn Tim, it was everything I wanted it to be. I've never been so happy." Jordan sits up suddenly. "Why, wasn't it good for you?" "No, it was amazing, everything I had dreamed of and fantasized about too, but that is the problem. You were a fantasy, I never intended to actually do anything, at least not until you were Marco's age and only then if you wanted. I am so worried that I'll hurt you." Jordan giggles, "oh you hurt me a little, but it was the best, happiest hurt I've ever had." Jordan lays back down with his head on my chest. "Tim, how old were you when you first had sex?" "I was 13," I see where he is heading, "but it was different, it was almost always with boys my age, never older guys." "But that was your choice, you had sex with the guys you wanted, you were in control, you knew what you wanted and no one forced you to do anything. I know what I want. I've wanted to make love to you and have you make love to me since before I ever met you. The first time I saw you playing volleyball I thought you were totally hot and I knew it was a gay volleyball game so I figured you were gay too. I jacked off that night thinking about just what we did last night and the real thing was a billion times better than my fantasy." "I know, but you have to know how much I love you Jordan and how much I care about you. The totally weird dynamic here is I'd beat the crap out of any 32 year old that touched, but I'm that 32 year old and I am beating the crap out of myself." "Don't Tim. I know we can't date, I know we can't be open, I know we can't be boyfriends, I know I can't tell anyone, not a priest, not my mother, not a therapist, not Dylan or Ryan or Matt or anyone. Marco and I have talked about all this stuff already. It won't changes things, I'm not going to freak out and I won't push to make it happen again. I want it to, I hope it will, but I'll try to behave because I love you too and I don't want anyone to hurt you either, especially not me." "If you have problems later, if you do need to tell someone, go ahead and do it, you are what matters. If you think you need a therapist, I'll get you one. Whatever you need, you just have to ask." "Oh my God you ARE gay... what a drama queen! I'm fine, I'll be fine. I've never been happier." "K, if you say so, b.." Jordan grabs my lips and holds them shut. I gently move his hand and laugh, "Ok, I'll shut up now." He nods and settles back down with his head on my chest and his left hand caressing my chest and side. I close my eyes and drift back towards sleep. I am in that nether land between awake and asleep and I don't know how long I've been in this state, but I feel Jordan's caressing hand getting lower and lower on my stomach and I am pretty sure I know the destination. Sure enough in a couple of minutes his hand is encircling and caressing my soft cock, very gently, but distinctly. My cock doesn't stay soft very long and as it hardens, Jordan's caressing turns to stroking. "Is this your idea of behaving?" I ask quietly with my eyes closed. "Shhsh, you are sleeping," he answers. I slide my hand down his back to his great hard butt and squeeze and massage his cheeks. With this encouragement, he pulls the covers off us so he can see my hard cock in the light of day. It isn't long before he has his mouth over my cock and his giving me a great going over. I grab his slender body and spin it towards me. Jordan knows I want to 69, so without missing a beat in sucking my cock he straddles over my head to give me easy access to his incredibly hard dick. I too get a chance to see Jordan's erection up close in the light for the first time too and I marvel at it, the whole package is just so perfect. The muscular "V" cut that comes down from his well defined abs and ends with his few, curly dark pubic hairs and this perfect cock is like a Greek marble. We 69 silently for about 15 minutes, changing techniques and speeds and it is pure heaven. I take my mouth off Jordan for a minute. "We have a lot to do today; can you make me cum pretty soon? Are you close?" Jordan lifts his head and looks at me. "I can make you cum in three minutes. I can get close, I am ready anytime." "Ok, let's go, do you want a warning when I am going to cum?" "Just tap on my ass to let me know." True to his word Jordan goes to work with a renewed vigor and I know it won't take the full three minutes, so I pull out my best technique. I moisten my finger and slide it gently into his ass to reach his prostate, I hear a gasp from his as I enter and I also pick up the speed of bobbing on his head and working it over with my tongue. I bang him for about two minutes and I can feel jets of cum spurting out of Jordan's cock and heading down my throat. I slip my finger out of him, in move his cock out of my mouth so I can massage his cock and milk the last few drops out and lick the head in that painful, but ecstatic moment after you cum, he squirms but doesn't stop me. I know I am going to blow in seconds so I tap on Jordan's ass and he goes all the way down as I erupt in his mouth. I know I am cumming gallons, but Jordan doesn't seemed fazed as he swallows it all and returns the torture I gave him seconds ago. When he has milked all he can out of me he turns around and lays down on top of me exhausted. "Wow, this just gets better and better. You have to teach me that finger in the ass thing that was amazing" "Better and better." I agree. "Ask Marco to show you too, he is great at it." We lay there a few more moments relaxing and recovering. It is actually Jordan who pushes up and tells me we have to shower and go run our errands. I am impressed; maybe this is him trying to show me he can be mature and responsible. We kiss a little in the shower and I let him wash me a little and I wash him a little, but none of the hanky-panky he is want to try. We put the tuxedos to return in the laundry bags they provided, grab my laundry and off we go to do my errands. We get them done, head to Bambino's at 2PM or so and it is so slow this afternoon that Joe tells Marco he is free to eat with Jordan and I. We have a great meal and Marco asks me if we can grill some steaks tonight. I say sure and I'll stop by Whole Foods on my way home to get some ribeyes and red potatoes for roasting. I drop off Jordan at his house. He leans over and gives me a peck on the check and thanks me for everything. All in all I leave feeling pretty good. And then Friday I get the call on my cell from Marianna. She wants to come over and talk to me tonight. And then Friday I get the call on my cell from Marianna. She wants to come over and talk to me tonight. I am sweating bullets. Was Jordan too giddy and she grilled him? Did he just spill the beans? I leave work early because I can't concentrate. Do a call a lawyer? No, no it is too early, I have no idea what Marinna wants to talk about, maybe it is nothing. The door chime goes off precisely at 6PM, I check the closed circuit TV, and at least she is alone, no policemen with her, as my paranoia runs wild. The elevator opens. "Wow, this is great! Jordan has raved about how nice your place is." She moves across the foyer and gives me a hug and kiss. Maybe this isn't a big deal. She wouldn't hug me if she was going to have me arrested would she? "Thanks, can I get you something to drink?" "A white wine would be great." I pour two glasses of the best chardonnay I have, a 2002 Quintessa that won best of show in France last year, I hope this helps Marianna's mood. We settle in on the couch and get comfortable. "I don't know where to start with this and you might need a lawyer to help you, but I guess I'll just jump into this." An icy chill comes over my body and my stomach drops. "Ever since this last weekend Jordan has been different. I didn't know what it was and I couldn't put my finger on it, but I think I finally got it figured out and it all goes to what happened on Saturday night." I want to run and scream and leap off my balcony. "Saturday night I think Jordan became a man." Maybe I can run away to Guatemala or someplace like that. "I don't know if the change was in him alone or in me too, but when I saw him dressed up in that tuxedo and how he acts and reacts with you and Marco. I realized my little boy, wasn't a little boy anymore. He is a young man and you and Marco or guys like you and Marco are his future. Jordan isn't a boy, he is a young man, a gay young man and as Teresa had explained to me once since there are only about 4% of the population that is gay the rules for dating and relationship are different. And she reminded me that in the cultures she and I come from, our mothers and grandmothers were often married at 14 or 15 so I've started seeing Jordan in a different light." "I think something else happened that night," she continued. "I think he found his skin that night. The opera, the tuxedo, out with you and Marco, I think Jordan knew he was transforming. I travel a lot and I used to be able to send Jordan off to school friend's houses for a couple of days, but that is changing and so are his friends." "I know I am rambling, but here is what brings me here tonight. What if something happens to me? Both my parents are gone, Frank couldn't handle or deal with a gay nephew and my grandparents are too old. So what do I do? This is where you come in and where we might need a lawyer. I hate to ask, but I know you are well off and you probably have lawyers you can talk to and get advice." She sucks in a breath and I'm not breathing. "I want you to be Jordan's guardian if anything happens to me." I am floored. "Wow I never say that one coming." "I know it is a lot to ask, but I've seen you with Jordan. I know you care about him and I know you would do a great job." "Well thanks, I do care a lot about Jordan, he has become part of the fabric of my life. Where does the lawyer come in?" "You are a gay man, I don't want anything to interfere with my rights to choose who takes care of my son because of that; not my brother Frank, not Jordan's sperm donor father and not even my grandparents. I want an ironclad execution of my wishes." "I am floored and I am honored. Does Jordan know?" "No, I didn't want to say anything in case the burden was too much for you." "It isn't a burden and it would be an honor to be Jordan's guardian. I'll call my lawyer on Monday and have him draw up papers and I'll have him hire a lawyer from another firm to represent your interests too so we have more eyes on it and lock your wishes up tight." "Thanks Tim, it is such a relief to have this off my mind." "Where is Jordan tonight?" "He is spending the weekend in Berkeley with the Fouts and going to Dylan's swim meet on Saturday. Do you think they are dating?" "I don't think they are dating, but I know they enjoy each other's company and they have common interests and it isn't the 49er's." "Yes, I figured Dylan was gay. His mother thinks so too, but she isn't going to push him. She knows he has a good head on his shoulders and that he'll tell them when he is ready. He certainly knows they have no problems gay people, Carol's brother is gay and so are two of her cousins and the family accepts them all." "I am sure Dylan knows all that, it still isn't an easy conversation for a 15 year old to have. I didn't tell my parents until water polo was over my senior year at Stanford." "Thanks again Tim for everything; for all you've done for Jordan so far and agreeing to this. It gives me great peace of mind." We finish off the bottle of wine and I suggest dinner and we settle on Sam's Grill, an old time favorite of my family's. Even though my family is from southern California, San Francisco was always the most important city in the state until WWII changed the game and Los Angeles came into its own, so my family spent lots of time in this city on business and pleasure and there are a half dozen restaurants that my parents, grandparents and great grandparents have patronized that are still favorites of mine. Sam's Grill is one of those classic places. I love their Calamari Abalone style, Pan Fried a la Sam with Garlic, it is heaven and they have the best Anchovy Salad in the City. Marianna goes a bit more conventional and has the Sautéed Seafood Combination. I also love their Sweetbreads and Calf's Liver with Bacon and Onion, these are classic, old school dishes you can't find in modern restaurants that lack imagination, but think they are cutting edge. And Sam's is anything, but modern, it dates to the 1860's and my great, great grandfather supped on oysters from the establishment that would grow up to be Sam's Grill. They just don't make `em like this anymore. We have just a wonderful meal. She is so engaging, I wonder how she got mixed up with Jordan's father and how he could leave a great woman like this and never know his terrific son. Marianna drops me at my condo. In the way up I try to take in the full gravity of our talk. As the elevator opens into my condo I can smell garlic so I know Marco is here. Marco is in the great room watching TV and drinking a Brunello. "What's cooking?" "I'm roasting some potatoes for breakfast tomorrow. Where have you been." "I just had dinner with Marianna." His eyebrows shoot up. I pour myself a glass from the bottle of wine. "Oh just wait until you hear what I have to tell you. Salut" End of Chapter Six