Date: Tue, 9 Feb 2010 19:54:30 -0800
From: Tim P <privatetimm@gmail.com>
Subject: Jordan's Tale Chapter 8

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The line at Sears isn't too bad and we are seated in about 20 minutes,
Marco is on one side of me, Matt on the other and Jordan is in between Matt
and Dylan in the booth. I order three orders of their famous Swedish
pancakes for the table and the boys all order a variety of omelets, fried
and scrambled eggs with an assortment of bacon and sausages. When the food
all arrives I keep my hands away from the middle of the table for fear of
losing a hand as forks attached to teens can be dangerous weapons.

Finally we have consumed every bit of food on the table and everyone looks
pretty contented. We head out to Powell where Marco says his goodbyes to
the group and heads off to work.

"Now what?" ask a grinning and bouncy Jordan with a slightly lecherous look
on his face.

"What did you tell your parents you were doing Matt?" I ask.

"Going to the Exploratorium with a friend," he replies.

"Dylan, what did you tell your parents you were doing today?"

"Going to the Exploratorium with a friend," he replies somewhat glumly,
seeing where this is heading.

"So guess what guys, we are going to the Exploratorium with friends."

I start to get a chorus of protests from the guys who have 'other' plans
for the day, but I cut off debate.

"Listen up guys, you are all leading somewhat secret double lives
here. Trying to maintain a web of deceit is difficult enough. If you keep
to the script, you can through off a veneer of what people want to
see. Dylan and Matt, when you go home with a ticket stub from the
Exploratorium in your pocket and can talk about the exhibits you saw, you
will build credibility with your parents which helps you maintain the
important secret you are sitting on. Besides, you will have fun."

That seems to settle them down a little. I call back to the Palace and have
the valet bring my car up and by the time we get back to the hotel, my
4Runner is out front waiting and Kenny is one of the valets on duty.

"Hey Tim, you have a full crew today," is Kenny's cheerful greeting.

"Yup, a bunch of young scholars headed for the Exploratorium. You know what
they say, 'a young mind is a terrible thing'."

"Ha ha, I think that is 'a young mind is a terrible thing to waste," Kenny
laughs.

"Oh Kenny, if you knew this bunch, you'd agree with it my way."

The guys all laugh and get a kick out of that and pile into the
car. Jordan, in absence of Marco gets shotgun and Dylan and Matt climb in
back. We almost wind up retracing my morning run backwards, up Montgomery
until it hits Columbus, past St. Peter & Paul to Bay St. but left instead
of right and we take Bay into the Marina district to the Palace of Fine
Arts complex, a remnant of the 1915 Pan-Pacific International Expo, where
the Exploratorium is. Even though they were reluctant at first, I think
they are actually enjoying some fun time together.

We wander the museum and Dylan loves the Science of Sport section, he
laughs saying he didn't know he was a physicist when he was
skateboarding. Jordan loves the Science of Cooking because that boy has a
one track, well TWO track mind and Matt and I love the section on the
Origins of Language. I make sure Dylan and Matt pick up literature and
information from every exhibit we see and they catch onto this idea of KISS
(keep it simple stupid) when it comes to covering yourself and the secrets
you have in your life.

We traipse about for a couple of hours before hunger hits the human eating
machines again. Matt wants to see the Castro and Dylan says that sounds
cool too, so we jump back in the car and head up Divisadero until it turns
into Castro.

After we park in the heart of the Castro, we stroll a bit through the
legendary gay area.

"This isn't what I envisioned," Matt says, "it is just another
neighborhood."

"Eh, it is just after 12PM now so it is just a bit different at 12AM," I
say, putting emphasis on 'just'.

"But," I continue, "35 years ago this was Ground Zero for the gay rights
movement. Stonewall got all the attention, but the Castro was where the
struggle had its heart. A lot of the rights you have now and the freedoms
you enjoy and the better attitudes of your peers come from people who
suffered and were persecuted. This was where they came to live and feel
free."

My mini-sermon slash history lesson over we decide to eat at Osaka Sushi,
one of my three or four usual sushi haunts in the City. The guys were
amazingly a little full from breakfast so they only manage to eat $300's
worth of raw fish and seaweed. Musumi is run ragged by the guys and their
special orders, but he knows I'll take care of him too, so he jokes and has
fun and is fast. We are in and out in about 45 minutes.

Dylan is the first to speak when we are back on the street.

"I think we need to go exercise some of those rights those brave men got
for us Tim."

Jordan laughs like Dylan is a finalist on Last Comic Standing and winning.

"And I think Matt needs to see your place Tim, he has a big interest in
architecture," is Jordan's contribution.

I look at Matt and he shrugs his shoulders so I acquiesce. My place is only
2 1/2 miles from here so we are pulling in my parking garage about nine
minutes later. Matt is blown away when the elevator opens into my condo. I
give him the usual tour and Jordan can't wait to show him the Media
Room. Matt is suitably impressed with everything.

"Ok, so now what?" Dylan asks.

"We can Jacuzzi!" is Jordan's immediate response.

I shake my head no and say, "we can't, none of you guys brought bathing
suits."

The three of them are stunned for about three seconds and then they all
start laughing. Jordan laughs so hard he falls down.

"I'll get the Jacuzzi filled up, you guys can go in my bedroom and leave
your clothes on my bed. Matt call your parents and see how their day is
progressing and see if they are still looking at being back at 5PM at the
hotel."

I head into my bathroom, start filling the tub and turn on the RapidHeat
inline heater so the water will stay hot. I used to always hate baths
because the water got cold, but with the inline heater, the Jacuzzi tub
stays hot and it is just awesome.

The tub is three quarters full when three naked hotties walk in the
bathroom...... through the closet, Jordan just loves showing off that
feature. While no one is erect, no one is exactly soft either.

"You go take off your clothes, I'll finish here," Jordan commands.

"Yes sir."

I go through the closet too, peel off my clothes too, but instead of going
straight back to the bathroom, I grab three robes from my bedroom, mine,
Jordan's and Marco's and I go into one of the guest bedrooms to grab one
more.

The Jacuzzi jets are on and the water is churning. All three boys are in
the water and not talking a lot. I am sure a little game of footsie is
happening. I turn on the HDTV, not that I expect them to watch a lot of TV,
but hey, it is one of my toys and I love my toys.

"Did you call your parents Matt?" I ask.

"Yeah, that was a good idea, they thought it was sweet I was checking in
and they said the tour is taking longer than they thought, they had just
finished lunch and they have three more wineries to hit and their guide
said they would be back between 6 and 6:30PM, so my dad changed our dinner
reservations to 6:45PM. I figure I'm covered until 6 or 6:15."

"Cool," I say "I just don't know what we'll do until then," and I roll my
eyes.

That draws a laugh. I am the only one with his arms and hands out of the
water, so I can only imagine what might be going on under the water. Jordan
is next to me on one side and I am massaging his neck a little and running
my fingers through the hair on the back of his head. Matt is next to Jordan
and then Dylan is on the other side of Matt. Jordan starts massaging my
thigh and then runs his hand over to my crotch and starts playing with me a
little. I tap him in the back of the head and he giggles.

"What's wrong Jordie, did one of your hands get lost under water?" a
smiling Dylan asks.

"Maaaay Be," is the measured answer.

I just grin.

We chit chat about school and Matt mentions his school, Harvard-Westlake,
which is where I also happen to have gone to high school.  Dylan gets all
excited because Berkeley High is going to So Cal next year for a high
school polo tournament and the day before the tournament they are playing
Harvard-Westlake.

"You'll have to come watch me play Matt!"

"Hell, I might go out for the team so I can grab you under the water," a
wickedly grinning Matt says.

"You mean like you are right now?" I ask with an arched eyebrow.

Dylan and Matt turn deep shades of red and Jordan doubles over with
laughter.

"Busted!" Jordan shouts.

"I don't know your laughing about Mr. Jordan, your right hand seems pretty
busy too." I say.

Now it is Jordan's turn to blush.

"Busted!" Dylan and Matt declare at the same time and then laugh and yell,
"jinx."

The guys settle down for a bit and the hands are all out of the water, but
I don't expect it to last very long. I mean after all these are three gay
teens that have been having cyber sex for going on two years now and they
are naked and together and in a place they feel safe.

I am getting pretty hot, warm that is, not.... well you get it. So I ask
the guys if they are ready to get out of the tub and they are pretty much
ready too. We step out to dry off.  While the guys aren't erect, they are
looking a bit more "plump" than when they got in.

"Does anyone want to shower to cool down before we dry off?"

They all light up like it is Christmas; thank goodness I made my shower
huge. I lower the temperature on my Kohler shower heads from their usual
104 degrees to about 96 degrees so it will cool us down. I look around and
can't believe I am really in the shower with three terribly hot, cute young
gay teens showering naked. They are laughing and giggling and using any
excuse to touch each other. I take the soap and lather up my hands and
start to wash Jordan's back and down his legs and ass as I have done
before. Jordan just smiles.

"I'm next." Matt says in a hushed voice and Dylan is getting harder. Why is
washing Jordan so erotic to them?

I rinse off Jordan and look at Matt, "well get over here if you are serious
Matt."

He doesn't need to be told twice. For the most part I play it pretty
straight, but maybe when I lather his ass my middle finger might have
lingered on his hole once or twice. It certainly seemed to spark a reaction
that everyone noticed.

"What are you washing Timmy?" Jordan wants to know, "whatever it is, Matt
sure likes it!"

I finish washing and rinsing Matt and look at Dylan. Without saying a word,
he pulls Matt out of the way and get in place for his backwashing, except
he gets on all fours and says.

"Would this make it easier?

Now I blush and the other guys crack up.

"No Dylan, standing will do."

I pretty much wash him with the same special attention I gave Matt, but
Dylan is more used to my touch because he has been a regular visitor ever
since his first visit with me in December. I know Jordan and Marco know
that Dylan and I hook up, and I know that Dylan and Marco and Dylan and
Jordan hook up too, more often than not at my place, but I don't know if
Matt and Ryan know all this. I am thinking not really because Dylan and
Jordan have learned the virtue of discretion and holding their cards close
to their chest.

Fun and games over, we get out and dry off and put our robes on and I
suggest the Media Room to watch some TV or play games. It is more
comfortable than the great room and my bedroom didn't seem quite
right. There is a huge leather couch in the Media Room, it could probably
hold eight people on it, it isn't just long, it is wide too, when you sit
all the way back your feet can't touch the ground and in fact your feet
barely hang over the edge and it is soft, way soft. There are nights I have
fallen asleep in the Media Room with some movie blaring at full loudness
because the couch is so comfortable.

Now we all climb up on the couch and get comfortable and I put in Howl's
Moving Castle, a funky Japanese animation movie released by Disney, but the
guys seem to like it. We start out pretty mellow, I am lying at one end of
the couch, Jordan is lying with his head on my hip, Matt has his head on
Jordan and Dylan has his on Matt. All in all it is pretty cozy, but gay
teens, nearly naked, being who they are; within about twenty minutes I can
feel motion on the couch and I look down the row to see a chain reaction of
sorts. Dylan has his hand inside Matt's robe and Matt is inside Jordan's
and sure enough, pretty soon, Jordan is inside my robe. He starts just
rubbing my thigh, but that is enough to spring me to attention and once
Jordan's hand wanders there and he finds out I am hard, he starts to jack
me slowly and gently.

Dylan throws caution to the wind and just opens up Matt's robe and starts
to give him a blow job. Matt groans and in turn Matt is starting to untie
Jordan's robe. Now that the discretion is gone, it is my cue to leave. I
sit up and give Jordan a little kiss and whisper 'thanks' to him. I make
sure my robe is closed and stand up. Matt and Dylan start to protest, but
Jordan quiets them.

"No guys, he has his reasons, its cool."

I mute the movie for a second, "you guys carry on, but if you are going to
the three guy thing just be sure no one is left out and no feelings are
hurt. Don't let hormones ruin your friendships. Sex partners come and go;
real friends are hard to come by."

They all nod and seem to get it, even though I know none have them have
been in an official three way. Matt was, he just didn't know, I think,
grinning to myself. I put the sound back on and leave the Media Room,
closing the door behind me. I of course head immediately to the Panic Room
and it's video surveillance equipment. I text Marco, 'I'm in PR, boys in
MR'. He'll know exactly what I mean.

I head into the Panic Room through my office and close, but don't lock the
panel behind me. I flip on two of the monitors that are off, only one of
the six stays on all the time. One monitor I lock on the Media Room and in
the time it has taken me to get to my office, the robes have already been
dispensed with and the guys are engaged in a full fledged three-way. Dylan
is sucking Matt's cock with a gusto, Matt is sucking off Jordan and Jordan
is handling Dylan's monster like a pro.

Of the other two monitors, one is locked on the entry way and the other is
sweeping through the remaining ten cameras at 6 second intervals.

I settle back to enjoy the show and think I need to install a popcorn maker
in here. After about ten minutes of the three way sucking, Matt taps Dylan
on the head and then Jordan. Matt wants his shot at Dylan's big stick, so
they shift positions, now Matt is on Dylan's cock, Jordan is sucking Matt
and Dylan has Jordan's cute little cock to work on.

At 2:32PM Marco walks into the foyer and I see him heading straight to my
office and 15 seconds later he joins me at the monitor and gives me a quick
kiss.

"I thought you were off at 3PM hun?"

"I was but it wasn't that busy and once I got your text, there was no way I
was missing this show," he says. "You know, you really need to put a
popcorn machine in here."

"Oh my gosh, I thought that same thing when I got in here!"

We laugh over how we think alike.

"Do you want to stay here or go join them?" I ask Marco.

"Naw, three's a crowd, four's an orgy. I'm good for now. Besides, this is
kinda hot and decadent."

The show goes on for about ten more minutes.

"Oh fuck Matt, I am getting close," Dylan says, "back off or get ready to
swallow a gallon!"

Matt just speeds up at hearing that and Dylan moans loudly and his eyes get
really big; Jordan for his part, hearing that Dylan is close wets his
middle finger and inserts it slowly in Matt's pink hole; now it is Matt's
turn to moan and eyes bug as Jordan bangs his prostate.

"Oh my God, Jordie went with the finger!!" Marco laughs.

I can't but help smiling.

"Did you teach him that?" I ask Marco.

"Yeah, he said you suggested me as tutor," Marco grins, "I guess you think
I have talent there?"

I lean over and kiss him.

"You most definitely have a talent my love."

On the screen things are coming to a head, no pun intended. Jordan pulls
his mouth off Matt's cock and jacks him quickly, Matt is thrusting his hips
in rhythm and soon starts spraying hot jets of cum that Jordan ever the
funny guy, directs at Dylan. As soon as the hot cum hits Dylan's stomach,
he grabs Matt's head and you can tell he is orgasming too.

"Oh Matt, fucking hell, yes that is so hot."

Jordan is thoroughly enjoying watching his two friends as they
climax. After about 20 seconds Matt and Dylan realize Jordan hasn't shot
yet so they both go to work on him. Matt starts kissing Jordan while Dylan
jacks him. After a minutes Jordan is getting hot and close too and as his
ball sac starts to contract, Dylan points Jordan's cock at Matt so as
Jordan starts spurting, the cum lands on Matt's back. Dylan continues the
jacking until Jordan is spent.

"Let's get out of here," I say to Marco, "before they come looking for us."

We leave the panic room. I go to the great room and tell Marco to go to my
bedroom.

"Why?" he asks.

"Just do it."

I turn the TV on quickly and try to look as if I've been there a while in
case the guys come this way, but I hear them coming out of the Media Room
and heading towards my bedroom. From the whoopping and noise, I can tell
Jordan has discovered Marco in my room. I smile to myself and hope they all
have fun, I can still catch some of the Lakers - Knicks game if I am lucky.

I try watching the NBA game, but my curiosity about what is happening in my
bedroom overwhelms me. I go into my bathroom through the hallway door and
sneak into the closet to see what is happening. And oh what a happening it
is. It didn't take much to convince Marco to be the fourth player in their
Saturday afternoon bridge party. Things progressed pretty fast obviously
because Matt is on his back with Marco fucking him for all he is
worth. Marco is holding Matt's knees to his chest with his legs spread wide
and Marco isn't going slow and easy he is bucking for all he is worth.

Dylan is also on his back with those long legs in the air and Jordan has
his hands behind Dylan's knees as he holds Dylan high so he can thrust
deep. Jordan uses every bit of his 5 1/4 inches to please Dylan and he is
more methodical than Marco's wild ride that he is giving Matt. I watch for
a couple more minutes and I am amazed at the capacity of these boys to go
at time and again. I guess they have a lot of pent up emotions though from
all the times they had that were only a fantasy on Stickam. Finally I have
seen enough and I do go back to the basketball game.

The first NBA games ends and the late afternoon game of the doubleheader is
starting. I hear the guys moving around in my bathroom which means they
must be done finally with the fun and games in my bedroom. I give them a
few minutes to start showering before I go down the hall to hustle them
up. It is 4PM already and I want to be back at the Palace by 4:30 or so,
just in case Matt's parents get back faster than they think.

I do get the guys out of the shower and drying off by 4:10 so it shouldn't
be a problem hitting the schedule I have in my head. As the guys are
dressing in my bedroom I open one of my drawers and pull out two bathing
suits that I throw at Marco and Dylan.

"What are these for?" Marco wants to know.

"We have some time before dinner so I thought we could go swimming at the
hotel when we get back."

They all like the idea and get excited all over again. We pile into the
4Runner and pull into the valet at 4:33. I love being on time even when it
is only in my head. Matt heads to his room to change and everyone one else
heads to my room and we agree to meet in the pool in five minutes. While we
are changing Dylan asks if can spend the night.

"I mean since we are going to the Sunday Brunch, it kinda makes sense
doesn't it?"

"Call your mom and get permission and its ok with us." I reply.

"Hi Mom......  oh great, the Exploratorium is rad, you can't believe the
stuff they have. Did you know skateboarding is science?......  the reason I
am calling is can I spend the night here? I mean I am going to brunch with
the guys tomorrow anyway, can't I just stay?.....  no I have extra clothes
with me..... ok, hang on. She wants to talk to you."

And Dylan hands the phone to me. I roll my eyes.

"Hi Carol, how are you?....  ha ha, no I'm not sick of Dylan yet and I know
Jordan isn't. No we have plenty of room and beds, I got a two bedroom suite
and we have a converta-couch in the front room. We are just getting ready
to go for a dip before dinner.......  Oh no problem......  nice talking to
you too."

I am giving the thumbs up to the guys while I am talking as Carol agrees to
let Dylan spend the night. I hand the phone back to him, they say they
goodbyes.

"Mom, don't make me say it with the guys here...... ugh! Ok, I love you too
Mom. No, that wasn't too bad, g'night."

We are all smirking, but I tell Dylan he should never be embarrassed to
tell his mother or father he loves them anytime, anyplace.

We head to the pool and Matt is already there. I settle into a chaise
lounge to catch up on some reading and relax and the guys all cannon ball
into the pool trying to drown Matt as best they can. Even though they are
all teens they are acting like 9 years olds playing Marco Polo, having
chicken fights and general horsing around. Right around 6PM as I am reading
I notice a couple, not dressed for the pool, come in, they smile and nod at
me. The guys don't notice at first, but suddenly Matt freezes.

"Mom, Dad!"

His mother smiles.

"Hi honey, we thought you might be in here, we just got back."

"Uh cool, how was it?" he asks, wondering what to do next.

"It was wonderful, but you were right it would have bored you to tears,"
she answers back. "Are these your friends?"

"Yeah, yeah, this is Dylan, Marco and Jordan and that's Tim over there."

At the mention of my name I rise to meet Matt's parents.

"Dr. and Mrs. Miller, it is nice to meet you both," I say extending my
hand.

"It's Steve and Patty, Tim, nice to meet you too. And you look awfully
familiar, have we met before?" Steve wants to know.

"No we haven't actually met, but technically I am on the Board of Trustees
at Harvard Westlake and I saw you at the dinner last fall."

"Oh of course, you are the water polo player from Stanford, made good and
that means you are Addison's boy."

I smile at that.

"Yeah, I am Addison's son and my partners and I got lucky and were in the
right place at the right time with the right product."

"Well it is certainly nice to meet you, your dad's firm handles my
investments, very fine man your father."

"Thank you, I think he is a keeper too."

Patty turns to Matt and says,

"It is 6:15 honey so you better come down and get dressed pretty soon,
goodbye boys, nice meeting you all, you too Tim."

His parents leave the pool for their room and a collective breath is let
out.

"Wow, that caught me off guard," is all Matt can say.

"Be happy you were just having fun and not macking or anything," is all I
can say.

Matt gets out of the pool and starts to dry off and so the rest of us do
too. Before Matt heads to his room to change for dinner, hugs are exchanged
all around and a promise to meet in the morning before the Miller's head
home.

The guys and I have dinner reservations at the Slanted Door, the greatest
Vietnamese-French restaurant you'll ever experience.

We arrive at 7PM and when Charles hears I am here, he comes out to greet
us.

"Tim, so glad you are here tonight and such a fine group of young men. I
hope you will all enjoy. Will you want a Chef's Table tonight Tim?"

"I think so Chuck, we haven't really discussed it, but I don't think I'll
have a hard time convincing the guys."

He laughs because it cracks him up when I call him "Chuck" when everyone
else calls him "Charles", but Charles is way too formal for such an
engaging, casual guy as Charles. He absolutely amazes me, he is actually
one of my heroes and why I love this country. He and his family were boat
people and escaped from Vietnam with nothing but the clothes on their
backs. They were lucky enough to get into a refugee camp in Guam which
allowed them to emigrate to San Francisco, which all of San Francisco would
be eternally grateful for. His family, like so many of the immigrants from
South East Asia, came with nothing and succeeded through hard work and
perseverance. Charles arrived in Guam speaking no English, but yet was able
to graduate Mission High with honors and get into the UC Berkeley School of
Architecture.

After deciding college was just holding him back in life Charles moved to
NYC to jump into business, but after a few years in the business world, his
nagging love of food let him to open a Vietnamese restaurant on a whim and
the rest is history. That first restaurant was simple and an instant
success, but opening the Slanted Door and charging $30 for an entrée was
unheard of in a Vietnamese restaurant; $30 feeds a family of 6 normally,
but the fusion of fresh fine ingredients and French influences on classic
Vietnamese food made the Slanted Door, the go to Asian restaurant in
Northern California.

The waiter appears shortly after Charles heads back to the kitchen.

"You guys mind if I order for all of us family style?"

No one objects so I jump right into it.

"We'll start with the crispy imperial rolls, the barbecued pork spareribs,
some oven roasted tea smoked pork belly, two orders of the pork and shrimp
rice dumpling, the salt and pepper quail and one order of the mesquite
grilled lamb sausage and kusshi oysters.  Bring out all that and we'll see
where we go from there."

The first dishes arrive and are set in the middle of the table. The
appetizer plates are disappearing fast so I think I better get the main
courses going. I call the waiter over.

"Charles is going to do a Chef's table for us, can you ask him to do these
dishes? We'll have the shaking beef, grilled lamb rack, the rib eye for
four, medium rare, chicken claypot, cellophane noodles with Dungeness crab
and for vegetables baby spinach and Shishito peppers with Honshimeji
mushrooms. I think that should do."

Even though I have ordered enough food for a small army, I have no doubt
this group of young savages after a lot of activity today will have no
problem packing it all away.

After the food arrives Charles comes out to check on how it is and the
sight of three teens passing plates and not lifting their eyes when he
arrives tell him all he needs to know. He smiles and I nod. Nothing pleases
him more than people enjoying his food creations and he knows these boys
are authentic because they have no idea this is an acclaimed restaurant,
they just know tasty food.

I am stuffed and sleepy so the walk back up Market St. to the Palace in the
crisp spring air is refreshing. We get back to the hotel and I am ready to
take off my shoes, pants and relax. We all settle onto the couch to watch
TV. Marco and I are cuddling and Dylan and Jordan are cuddling. There is a
knock at the door and we all look at each other and then at Jordan. Jordan,
being the youngest knows we are all going to make him go answer it.

"Fine, I'll get it," he finally says.

He opens the door and it is Matt. Matt comes in and kind of motions to me,
he wants to talk to me alone.

"Hey Tim."

"Matt, what's up?"

"Can I have Dylan come spend the night in my room tonight?" he asks
sheepishly, "I know you are kind of in charge of him tonight."

"Have you asked him yet?"

"Yeah, he wants to if you are cool, we really haven't had any alone time
yet."

I call Dylan over.

"Dylan, do you want to spend the night with Matt?"

Dylan gets this big grin on his face.

"Ok, so of course you do, but here's the deal. You have to be careful since
Matt's parents are in the next room. Here is what you do, put all of
Dylan's clothes and shoes under the bed on the side closest to the window,
make sure the TV is on, not loud enough to disturb your parents, but loud
enough to mask any noises you two make and be conscious of the noise you
are making unless you are both ready to explain to your parents what is
what. Next, I'll call you guys at 6:00AM and get Dylan out of there. Before
Dylan leaves the room Matt you make sure your parents aren't in the
hallway. Do you guys have it?"

They both nod.

"And do you have 'supplies'?"

"I borrowed some from your night stand, I figured it would be ok." Dylan
answers.

"Always, you know that. Ok go kiss your brothers good night and have a nice
night."

They head off for a night of passion and I hope it goes ok.

An hour later I climb into bed and Jordan and Marco aren't far behind
me. We all exhausted so we fall asleep pretty quickly. I awaken first as
usual at around 5:30AM. I grab my workout gear and go into the front room
to dress so Marco and Jordan can still sleep. I don't want to go run yet
because I have to wake Dylan & Matt at 6AM, assuming they slept at all;
instead I go to the lobby to get some coffee and start in the Sunday
Chronicle.

I call Dylan's cell at 6:05 and he answers on the 6th ring, just before it
rolls to voice mail. I can tell by his voice they did get to sleep after
all. He is sleepy so I remind him to have Matt check the hall and to get
out of there as soon as possible. He agrees and we hang up so I can head
out on my run.

I get back to the hotel at about 7AM and Matt is in the lobby getting hot
chocolate. He sees me and comes rushing over.

"Oh my God, you won't believe what happened!" he says in a hushed voice.

I suck in my breath and get that 'oh oh' feeling.

"You guys didn't get caught did you?"

"No, but almost and oh my God, if you hadn't told us all that stuff, I know
we would have!"

Whew.

"Tell me what happened."

"Let's go to the pool area so no one can hear."

We head up to the pool, less furtive than last time since it has now been
established that Matt and I know each other. The door is hardly closed when
Matt starts spilling.

"We did exactly what you said, put all of Dylan's clothes and shoes under
the bed on the side closest to the window, we made sure the TV was on, not
too loud and then we "got acquainted" better. Things went along fine for
forty minutes or so and then I wanted Dylan to top me. Well you were the
biggest guy I'd ever had until Dylan. I guess I made too much noise getting
Dylan into me because there was a knock at my door and I could hear my mom
on the other side. We nearly panicked, Dylan got under the bed and I
answered the door in my robe. My mom asked if I was ok, she thought she
heard me moaning or something. I told her no, I was sound asleep so it had
to have been the TV. I'm not sure if she believed me, but she didn't push
either. Dude, it was SUCH a close call I got even fucking hotter to have
Dylan fuck me. I got a towel from the bathroom that I could bite on while
Dylan fucked me and then he gave me the best damn fuck I've ever had....
no offense." He says looking at me.

"None taken, and that was a pretty hot story. When do you guys leave?"

"I think our flight is 10:30 or so, so we don't have time for the brunch,
we are just going get breakfast off the menu and then head for the
airport."

"It was great meeting you finally Matt, I hope you had a good time this
weekend."

"Ha ha are you kidding? It is the greatest 36 hours in my gay life ever! I
hope you call me when you come to L.A. next."

"Count on it and you have my cell number, call me any time you need or want
to chat."

"Thanks Tim. I love you man, I love all these guys."

"I love you too Matt and I know the guys really love you too. All we were
missing was Ryan this weekend."

Matt laughs at that.

"I don't think my ass could have handled one more dick this weekend, but I
wish he had been here too."

We hug and leave the pool area. I head up to the room to roust the boys and
Matt heads off to his room. I get to the room and look in the first
bedroom. Dylan has crawled into bed in between Marco and Jordan and the
three are sleeping looking very angelic. It is still early so there is no
reason to wake them, in fact there is no reason for me to be up so I strip
and go to the second bedroom and crawl into bed. Five minutes later a naked
Dylan crawls into bed with me and spoons inside of me. It feels great to
have this big, tall boy spooned inside of me. We really haven't had a
chance to snuggle and sleep that much, so far we've just had great sex. I
love the intimacy of this snuggling and I drift off to sleep with a smile
on my face.


End of Chapter Eight