Date: Fri, 12 Mar 2010 21:59:08 -0800
From: Tim P <privatetimm@gmail.com>
Subject: Jordan Tale Chapter 10

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I wake before Marco because I have to get over to the Cowell Pool in
Concord for the 8AM game that I am refereeing; I have 8 of the 10 games
today so it is going to be a long, hot day. It is a 16 & Under tournament
and I know the top teams are going to be there including Dylan from
Berkeley and Bryce and the guys from St. Ignatius so it could be even more
interesting than your average water polo tournament.

I pop by Caffe Trieste in North Beach for a red-eye coffee and it was so
good, I stop in the Berkeley Caffe Trieste for another, but not a red-eye,
four shots of espresso would damn kill me. I get to the pool about 7:30AM
totally wired and ready to rock. The first game is Dylan's team Lamorinda
against Santa Cruz Water Polo. I check the nails of the teams, even though
I don't have to in international rules, but it is early in the season and I
don't want to have to exclude someone for having nails too long. I chat
with Dylan briefly and a couple of his teammates that I know and then head
over to chat with a few of the Santa Cruz kids I know and a couple of them
I have actually surfed with, one of them, Kyle, took my father out surfing
when he came up to visit last year.

We get the teams lined up and I drop the ball at 8:01, right on time more
or less. It is a good game, but Lamorinda is one of the premier teams in
northern California that always does well in the Jr. Olympics so it winds
up a lopsided 16-7 win for them. As the teams are shaking hands I see Fog
City coming in and settling in the stands, they are the game after this one
so they will get their gear stowed and then jump in the other end of the
pool to warm-up. The guys I know from Fog City wave and a few of them come
over to chat, Bryce, Dillon and Jon. While I am chatting with them a couple
of the Lamorinda players come over to shake my hand post game including
Dylan and Connor so I introduce the guys from the two teams and it turns
out Connor already knows Jon from playing together on an Olympic
developmental team. As they guys finish chatting I kind of keep chatting
Dylan and Bryce so they will stick around while their teammates drift away,
finally it is just the three of us.

"Dylan, Bryce here is a friend of Jordan's too and Marco's," and I lift my
eyebrows in that 'do you get what I mean' manner.

Dylan maybe gets it but isn't sure so he asks, "Oh cool, how did you meet
Jordan?"

But before Bryce can answer, I say quietly, "they met in my shower."

Bryce looks floored, like he wants to run away and hide, Dylan gets a huge
smile.

"Bryce, don't look so guilty and panicked, I wouldn't have said anything if
Dylan hadn't been in that same shower too. I have to get this next game
going, so I'll leave you two to talk."

Bryce is smiling now too and blushing to boot. I leave them to chat while I
start the Marin vs. Peninsula game. Marin is good but Peninsula is better
and they pull off the 10-6 win. Fog City is my third game and they play
Stanford Water Polo Foundation who crushes them, 12-5. My last game before
my break is Palo Alto Water Polo vs. Hollister and not surprisingly Palo
Alto wins 13-4. I have been on the deck reffing for four hours in growing
heat, it has to be in the high 80's by now so I decide to change into my
Speedo and jump in the warm-up area to cool down and get the kinks out of
standing and walking the deck for four hours. Dylan is in the pool warming
up too so on one of my breaks between laps he comes over, grinning ear to
ear.

"I am guessing you liked meeting Bryce?"

"Dude, more than that I know one of his teammates, that Jon guy has cammed
with me on Stickam and Yahoo."

"Wow, no way, that's hot, did he say he was gay or bi?" Interesting,
someone else at St. Ignatius that is either gay or exploring.

"Naw, he says he is bi-curious, but the way he talked and what he was
willing to show, I think it is more than curious, but I guess you never
know." Dylan just can't stop smiling.

"Damn that's interesting. Did you and Bryce exchange information and all
that?"

"Yeah, I got his cell and email and we are going to try and talk tonight,
he seems like a cool guy."

"He is and he is just starting to meet guys his age, he's been doing the
older and I mean OLDER guy thing so far. I am hoping he can meet more guys
like you and Jordan."

We chat a bit more and then he has to finish his warm-up and I want to get
in at least 3,000 meters before my next game and still grab a bite too. As
I go into the pool shed to change Jon from Fog City and St. Ignatius
follows me in,

"Tim, can I talk to you?" He looks harried; I am guessing I know the topic.

"Sure Jon, you know you can," I answer while I start to towel off.

"I mean this is really private stuff and I don't know who else to talk to,
but I figure since you are...  umm,.."

He is searching for a nice way to say it so I help him, "not so straight?"
I suggest.

"Exactly," is his quiet reply, "I think I may have fucked up."

"I only have ten minutes to my next game; do you think you can give me the
basics in that time?"

"Yeah, it is pretty simple. I was fucking around on Stickam and I got
pretty horny, I know it is stupid, but I couldn't help myself and I met a
guy who was really nice and we started doing stuff and then we switched to
Yahoo Messenger and we.....  you know....  fucked around."

"Ok, this sounds pretty simple so far, what is the problem?" I wrap my
towel around my waist to change out of my Speedo, untie them and drop them
to the deck and pick up my boxers and pull them up and then drop my towel
when my boxers are up.

"Tim, the guy is here today, that guy from Lamorinda you were introduced us
to, Dylan, it was him."

"And the problem is you are afraid he might tell someone you guys did this
or talk about and you don't want people to know you are a horny 15 year
old?"

"Dude, what if he tells people, guys on my team or guys on his team and
they think I'm gay and shit, what if my parents hear about it?" He is
working himself up now.

"Cool your jets, Jon this is an easy one." I pull my white shirt on and my
white shorts up and tuck in my shirt. I step outside.

"Fouts," I yell to Dylan who is on the deck now stretching, and motion him
over.

"Oh shit Tim, what are you doing?" Jon looks a little panicked now.

"Trust me, I know what I am doing on this one."

Dylan comes in the shed and sees Jon, who has turned a shade of red, not
caused by the June sun, and now Dylan looks a little flustered as well.

"What's up Coach?" Dylan tries to call me "Coach" around other people to
soft sell how well we know each other.

"I believe you know Jon here, he is a little worried about some stuff, I'm
going to leave you two alone to talk it out, but I am guessing you can put
his mind at ease about that stuff," and I give him a knowing look.

Now Dylan flushes redder than Jon.

"Yeah, no problem."

I leave the shed and I hear Jon and Dylan talking quietly. I go to get the
next two teams ready to go as soon as this game ends, we are about ten
minutes behind so I tell the captains they'll have five minutes of shooting
and then we are going. Three minutes later Dylan and Jon leave the shed, as
Jon walks by me he says,

"Thanks Tim, that worked out great, Dylan is really cool."

I look to Dylan and he looks pretty happy, but trying to not show it. I'll
have to talk to him later or IM him tonight.

My next three games go off without a hitch and we are even able to get back
on schedule, I get another break now and then I'll do the last game that
will pit the two teams with the best records through the first eight games
and one of those teams is Lamorinda and the other is Stanford Water Polo,
this game ought to be barn burner and it is. It is tied at 7 heading into
the 4th quarter, but Stanford hits 2 quick goals and Lamorinda can't get
back to parity and the game ends 10-9 for Stanford's Red team.

As I am getting ready to leave the pool area after checking and signing the
books for the game the Fouts', Dylan's parents, and Connor's parents, the
Williams', are talking with a couple of the Stanford parents. The water
polo community is a small, tight one and at the upper levels, everyone
knows everyone else and it is a pretty collegial community once a game is
over. The Fouts' and Williams' are going to stop at Scott's Seafood in
Walnut Creek with two of the Stanford parents that Mike Fouts knows from
when he played water polo at Berkeley. I actually know these parents too
since both the fathers played at Stanford before me, are big boosters and
play on a masters team like I do, but they are an age group up from
me. Normally I wouldn't mix with parents' right after a tournament, but
given that there will be two sets of parents from each team and no one
seemed especially inclined to want to kill me during or after the game, a
nice dinner with adults might be nice.

I meet them all at Scott's and they get one table for the boys since there
are six of them and the nine adults get another. The dinner is great,
Scott's is a really nice seafood place and it is fun to have adult
conversation given how much time I've spent with the young guys lately. One
of the Stanford parents, Todd, starts to hit me up to donate to the
Stanford Water Polo Foundation, he doesn't know how much I have donated to
the foundation and the university team because I have been giving
anonymously, but the other dad, David, who is on the board of the
foundation smiles and tells Todd, that he has me covered in the donation
area. The conversation drifts to the parents talking about their boys and
swapping notes on the behavior of teen boys. Three of the moms talk about
how they can't get the boys off the phone or away from the texting with
girls and Carol Fouts catches my eye when she says Dylan doesn't seem to be
interested yet, her sly smile suggests to me she understands already he
never will be, but I don't think anyone else picks up on the vibe and the
conversation turns to the eating habits, which for 15 year swimmers and
water polo players means about 5,000 calories or more a day, sleeping
patterns and the battle to keep their rooms clean; typical teen stuff.

After the meal the parents are all saying their goodbyes outside the
restaurant and the kids have already drifted off to their cars, so I get a
minute to speak with Dylan.

"How did it go with Jon?"

"It was really cool I think, I told him I wasn't going to say anything to
anyone, why would I? I was doing it too and that seemed to relax him. He
still isn't sure where his interests lie, but he is pretty sure he is
straight, but he also wants to chat online tonight at 11PM so who knows,"
Dylan can't suppress his smile. I gather his other sessions with Jon have
been pretty good.

"Cool, cool," I nod, "just send me the link to watch."

"Really?", his eyes get big.

"Kidding," I say, "kinda kidding, it sounds hot," and I laugh.

"So I'll let you know if you are on tonight, it would be kind of hot to
know someone else is watching and by the way, when do I get to watch you?"
he winks.

"Oh any time hun, any time."

We can't talk anymore as the group breaks up and everyone heads off to
their cars. So damn, if I can stay awake, this could be a fun night of
Internet surfing.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

I might have been awake at 11PM that Saturday night, but Marco kept me
otherwise occupied so I didn't get a chance to jump online and see if Dylan
and Jon were getting busy, just as well probably, but I have to admit I was
curious as hell to watch Jon, see what he had and how he acted and
interacted with Dylan. Marco and I hit the Italian mass at Sts. Peter and
Paul, we are pretty regular in general, but today is special since Frank,
Marco's little brother is one of the altar boys and I am taking the whole
Bisignani clan out to brunch at the Palace to celebrate. Teresa tried to
protest, but I think it was just out of polite habit, she knows I can
afford it and I like doing it.

The week starts and it is unseasonably warm for San Francisco; because the
city is surround by water on three sides and the wind blows consistently 80
degree days are rarer here than they are across the Bay, but since Monday
it has been over 80 every day and today, Wednesday it is 85 with no relief
in sight, but it could be worse, Gilroy hit 112 today. I get a text message
at 3PM from a number I don't recognize, and the message is, 'are you
swimming today?" As I scroll down I see it is from Tyler, my cute little
Chinese delivery boy, hell yes I am swimming today if you want to come
over. I text back, 'yes, come by at 4PM if you want."

Tyler texts back, 'cool, see you at 4, will Bryce and Marco be there?'

Ah ha, the boy is looking for some company? Or is he looking to swim just
with me? My plate is too full for any more cute, young guys so let's hope
he wants them to be there, so I text back, 'probably.' Tyler texts back a
smiley face.

I call Marco on his cell and as it turns out, he and Bryce are at the pool
already so I give him Tyler's number so he can text or call him and have
him come over now rather than wait. I wrap up what I am doing in the office
and head home, if I leave right now I can beat most of the traffic I think
and get home in forty minutes or so. It seems lots of people have the same
idea because the 101 is a beast heading back to the City and it takes me
just about an hour. I change and head up to the pool and there are Marco,
Bryce and Tyler splashing around in the deeper end and in the shallow end
is a younger boy, who is 10 or 11 and his mother is on the deck in a lounge
chair hiding under one of the umbrellas.

"Hi Tim, staying cool?" she says.

"Not hardly Amy, how about you? I hope the boys aren't bothering you too
much?"

"Oh no, they are fine and even if they weren't I know Mikey is no angel and
he'll be a teen soon enough so I am practicing tolerance," she smiles.

I wave to the boys and my towel and book next to Amy in the lounge chair on
the other side of the umbrella. I walk over to the boys to say hi and see
how they are all doing. Tyler has a great little body from what I can see
in the water, I know he runs cross country and long distance for the track
team at St. Ignatius so there isn't a lot of fat there. The guys want me to
jump in and play Marco Polo with them, but I decide to read a little, but I
suggest they let Mikey play with them, he is looking a little bored and
lonely at the other end.

"Hey Mikey, wanna play Marco Polo?" Marco shouts.

"Really?" Mikey sounds excited to do something and to play with the "big
kids".

"Sure, c'mon down."

Mikey swims to the deeper end that really isn't all that deep, only 5 feet
at its deepest, and they start the game with Marco "it" first.

"That was awfully nice of you Tim, Mikey is actually pretty bored now with
school out. I don't know what I am going to do with him this summer."

"You could get him into classes at the Y on Geary and 18th and he is about
the right age to start water polo with Fog City now over at St. Ignatius."

"Those are both great ideas, how can I find out the water polo?"

"You can go to their website or come by my place, I play for their masters
team and I can get you in touch with the coaches."

I settle in with my book while a chorus of "Marco's" and "Polo's" ring out
over the next forty minutes and then they switch to another game. As much
as I enjoyed my adult time on Saturday night, it is nice to see my Marco
being a kid. I worry he is growing up too fast and I don't want him to miss
fun teen and kid stuff. After a bit I am hot and sweaty so I jump in the
pool to cool down and I am attacked at the other end by all four boys, even
Mikey gets in on the mugging. I slough them off pretty easily because even
with four of them, it isn't like having some of the monsters that have
tried to drown me in polo over the years on me.

I wrestle around a little, do some reciprocal drowning, toss Mikey about 8
feet, he screams, or more like squeals and immediately comes back to be
tossed again. Marco decides it is time for chicken fights, him and Mikey
against Bryce and Tyler so I bow out and get back to my book. They play for
about another twenty minutes and then they get out and start to dry off, it
is getting close to 6PM so it is cooler now. Marco walks over to Amy and I.

"Ready to head down?" He asks.

I introduce Marco to Amy and she thanks him for including Mikey in their
games.

"No problem, he is really cool and he is about the age of my little brother
David, maybe I'll bring David over some day and he and Mikey can swim and
play together."

"Thank would be nice Marco, thank you, Mikey hasn't made that many friends
since we moved here from Marin. He was only in school the last couple of
months of the school year."

Marco, Bryce, Tyler and I head down to my condo. When we get inside I tell
Marco to go turn on the showers and I ask Bryce to help me in the kitchens
with some waters, Tyler follows Marco down the hall.  I grab four bottles
of Fiji and hand two to Bryce.

"Bryce, when Marco and I take off our suits in the shower, try hard to not
get a boner, wait until he and I leave, then you can get a boner if my
instincts are right."

"You think so? For reals? That would be hot, I think Tyler is totally
chill."

"I am pretty sure."

Bryce and I head down to my master bath and the shower is on but Marco and
Tyler aren't in yet, I open the door and step in with Bryce and Marco
following me, Tyler's eyes get wide, but he isn't sure what to do.

"Mon in Tyler, we don't bite....  at least not usually."

Tyler looks a little unsure, but he steps in anyway. All the shower heads
are on so everyone has their own head, but I don't have the rain head
on. About a minute in to the shower Marco is the first to strip off his
suit and start to rinse out the chlorine, Tyler's eyes bug out now and he
very clearly checks out Marco and I don't think he is aware he is doing
it. Bryce looks cool as ice and drops his swim trunks too and he is fully
flaccid, which I know had to be a real effort for him because he is still
in that discovery phase where everything makes him hard. Tyler shifts his
gaze to check Bryce out now and Bryce is aware of Tyler's eyes on him, so I
am hoping it won't cause him to stiffen up too soon. Now it is my turn, I
slide down my trunks and rinse them. Tyler looks me over too and the poor
kid is on stimulus overload, he doesn't know where to look.

"Are you going to rinse your suit out Tyler?" I am giving him a little
nudge, I am not sure if he would otherwise.

"Ah, sure," he says finally.

His hands are shaking a little as he undoes the drawstring and expands the
waist to slip his swim suit down. He gulps in air and pushes them down over
his narrow hips. Now it is his turn to be gazed upon and looked up and
down. His cock is a cute little thing, uncut and underneath a small patch
of jet black pubic hairs. He doesn't have an erection, but neither is he
totally soft. It isn't that obvious that he is a little firm, but still
enough for me to think my hunch is correct. He turns to the shower head to
rinse his suit showing us his gorgeous butt that is tiny, even smaller than
Jordan's. I catch Marco's eye and indicate it is time for he and I to
leave, I look at Bryce and nod to him and grin and give a thumbs up. Tyler
who is rinsing his suit misses all this interaction.

Marco and I step out and grab our towels and head out to the master
bedroom.

"There are towels and robes out when here when you guys are done." I tell
Bryce and Tyler. I can't quite read Tyler's expression, but he is for sure
blushing. I close the bathroom door behind us as we leave.

"So what do you think is going to happen?" Marco wants to know.

"I think it is the start of a fun time, want to check it out?"

"We are just dirty you know," Marco says with a laugh.

"I know, but we are still going to check it out aren't we?"

"Of course!"

We go through my office into the Panic Room and slide open the panel behind
the shower and I flip on the sound so we can hear what is being said.

Tyler, alone and naked with Bryce now has started to plump out a little bit
more, he turns away from Bryce which means he turns to Marco and me. It
gives me, and Marco too of course, a chance to really look at Tyler's body,
he is 5' 8", but only about 125 pounds so he is slender, but also very
muscular and defined, His chest is tight, his arms are well muscled, a
great defined six pack and his legs are very well shaped and firm. And
speaking of firm, his cock continues to grow hard and he looks down at it
and tries to push it down but that just makes it stand up all that more. It
is very cute, not big, just over 5" probably and the pink head has popped
out from its sheath. The only hair on his body is the small patch of black
pubic hairs just above his cock that is now pointing straight up. Tyler
tries to break the moment he is having by talking casually to Bryce while
hiding his hard cock with one of his hands.

"S..s..so Bryce do you guys always shower like this," Tyler says in his
shaky voice.

Bryce doesn't answer, he just spins Tyler to face him, Tyler quickly moves
both hands to hide his hardness and he stammers, "Bryce...  I, I just...."

Bryce doesn't let Tyler finish as he pulls Tyler to him and moves to kiss
him. Tyler's first reaction is to move his head back a little, but as
Bryce's lips hit his, he stops moving away and his hands leave his cock and
go around Bryce's body. Bryce slides his right hand to one of Tyler's tiny
cheeks and pulls him tight to his body so Tyler's hard cock digs into Bryce
crotch where his own dick is responding to the stimulus. Good for you
Bryce, way to take charge.

Bryce breaks the kiss momentarily, "are you ok with this Tyler?"

Tyler who had his eyes closed opens them and says, "oh my God, yes Bryce,
yes."

Now it is Tyler who leans his head forward to kiss Bryce and he slides both
of his hands down to Bryce's butt and cups and grabs the cheeks. They kiss
passionately a minute or two before Bryce starts kissing on Tyler's neck
and gently massaging Tyler's hard cock with his right hand. Tyler gasps at
the sensations. I think Bryce is going to kiss his way down Tyler's body,
but it turns out he doesn't have the patience, he drops to his knees and
swallows Tyler whole immediately, Tyler throws his head back and groans,
'oh fuck Bryce'. Bryce comes up Tyler's shaft with his tongue and then
swirls his tongue around the head. Tyler groans some more and moves his
hands to Bryce's head and thrusts his hips forward; Bryce moves his hands
to Tyler's ass and encourages the thrusting motion. Tyler goes slow at
first, but after a minute he is moving faster and then he moans, 'fuck I am
going to cum Bryce', Bryce grabs Tyler's cheeks tighter and keeps the
thrusting going and within fifteen seconds Tyler is moaning quietly, 'oh
fuck yes...  shit oh fuck Bryce..." Ten more seconds of thrusting and Tyler
withdraws his cock from Bryce's mouth, Bryce stands and kisses Tyler.

"Bryce, that was so amazing, oh my God, you have no idea how long I've
thought of something like this. I just never believed it could be with
someone like you. I want to suck you, but I don't know how, I've never done
it before."

"That's ok Tyler, you don't have to."

"No, I want to, I really want to."

"Ok, let's dry off and go to Tim's bedroom, it'll be easier."

"Do you think Tim is ok with this?" Tyler is concerned.

"Dude, he knew, why do you think he and Marco left? So we could be alone."

"Oh my God, really? He knew I was gay? How?"

"It is called gaydar and Tim's is pretty good, so yeah, he was pretty
sure."

Tyler and Bryce step out of the shower and dry off quickly and head into my
bedroom. Bryce lies on his back and instructs Tyler on the proper sucking
of a cock. Tyler is on his knees on Bryce's side and starts his first ever
blow job. He must be getting it right because Bryce is squirming in
ecstasy. Tyler is hard again already so Bryce grabs Tyler's body and pulls
him on top of him, arranges him in a straddle so he can suck Tyler again
while Tyler is busy on him.

"Well I've seen enough," I tell Marco. "It was hot, but I think it is time
to let the boys finish up on their own.

Marco agrees so we leave the Panic Room (but just maybe I left the video
recorders on? Late night TV is so bad these days, it never hurts to have a
back up show to watch!). We settle in the great room. Twenty minutes later
the two boys come down the hall in robes, a smiling and flushed Bryce
appears with a blushing, sheepish looking Tyler. I can't help a little
tease.

"Gee I heard the shower go off thirty minutes ago, you boys sure spent a
long time drying off."

Tyler looks mortified, he opens his mouth to speak, but before he can say
anything Bryce cuts him off.

"Tyler, he is just messing with us, he knows what we were doing so relax."

Tyler blushes even deeper if that is possible. Now I even feel a little
guilty for the tease, it is time to bring Tyler up to speed.

"I sorry Tyler, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, come on sit down
with Bryce and let me tell you about life around here."

Tyler sits on the couch and Bryce sits next to him and then wraps his arms
around Tyler and pulls him back into him. Tyler doesn't seem sure at first,
but he finally relaxes back into Bryce as I continue.

"Tyler, I don't know if you are gay, bi, curious, horny, confused or what
and whatever you are is ok and no one will ever judge you because of it. I
think you can guess that Marco, Bryce and I comfortable with our sexuality
and where we are. Nothing that happens here leaves here, Bryce and Marco
aren't going say anything at school or anywhere that could hurt you and
they expect the same from you. It looks to me like Bryce likes you and
maybe you like him too, but those are things you two have to work out. How
are you feeling."

"I am confused, but not about my sexuality, I know I am gay, but I've never
known how to meet other gay guys. My life at home is pretty structured so I
don't have time to spend a lot of time looking and I' not sure I'd know
where to start. I get the rules or whatever, nothing leaves the condo and I
am totally cool with that because I can't be out, not now at least. And I
am stoked my first was Bryce, I've always thought he was cute and I never
dreamed he might be gay or whatever too. I am just happy right now."

At hearing that Bryce hugs Tyler a little tighter and kisses the back of
his neck. Tyler blushes again and smiles, it is going to take a little time
for him to get used to the idea of a guy being open and affectionate with
him.

"Can you guys stay for dinner?" I ask Bryce and Tyler.

Bryce chimes in first, "I am sure I can, I just need to call home."

"Yeah, I can too my parents are in Taiwan actually and my grandmother is
watching me, she'll be cool."

"Ok, so now, what do we want? Pizza? Chinese? Would it be too weird for you
to order from Shanghai Tyler?"

"Now, I can order some really cool stuff too, but everyone would need to be
dressed when my cousin gets here, he is doing the delivery tonight."

"No prob, I'll get my credit card and you call the restaurant. Bryce and
Marco, you two go get dressed."

They look a little disappointed, but they understand how important it is to
Tyler so they don't protest. I retrieve my credit card from the bedroom and
then go back to get dressed too and Tyler soon joins us to get dressed
too. I set-up the table on the lanai for dinner, Marco helps by getting out
the plates and serving spoons and four sets of chopsticks.

Tyler's cousin Emerson, a 19 year old freshman at Berkeley, brings the food
in about thirty minutes. He is impressed by my condo too and asks if I am
the Tim Price that works for Cisco. I say yeah and he gets all excited
because he says they were studying my company in one of his programming
classes at Cal, he wants to know if he can talk to about it sometime, I say
sure, but let him know my partners were the programming whizzes, I was just
the money and marketing guy. He shrugs and says it's cool, he'd love to
talk anyway. While Tyler and I are talking with Emerson, Bryce and Marco
are unpacking the food and getting it out to the outdoor table.

I send him off with a good tip. As soon as the elevator door closes and it
starts moving down to the lobby, I peel my shirt and drop my shorts and now
I am stark naked. Tyler's jaw drops, Bryce and Marco coming in from out of
doors, start laughing and peeling too and soon they are both naked too with
clothes strewn all over the kitchen and great room. Tyler closes his mouth,
but speaks.

"I guess I have lots of new stuff to get used to," he throws off his
clothes too, stands there naked and I head to my bedroom to retrieve the
bathrobe, it just wouldn't do to be eating naked and drop a hot crispy eel
on your wee-wee.

Dinner is great and relaxing on the cool of the lanai. We relax on the
couch out there after dinner and snuggle a little, me with Marco and Tyler
with Bryce. As it gets close to 9PM Bryce and Tyler figure it is time to
get going and Tyler volunteers to drive Bryce home. I caution them about
canoodling in front of Bryce's house and tell them they better do any
goodbye smooching here before they leave. They do.

Tyler goes to hug me, but I hug him and kiss him on the lips too. He is
startled, but not unhappy looking.

"It is ok Ty, it is what we fags do," I smile.

"Like I said, I have lots of new stuff to get used to," he takes the
initiative and kisses Marco on the lips goodbye, but he is blushing as he
does. I kiss Bryce goodbye as well and so does Marco.

Overall it has been a good day and I am thinking we have Bryce in a good
place now and I am hoping we have Tyler on his way and that it works out
well for both of them.

With just Marco and me I grab a nice '04 Russiz Superiore Pinot Grigio, two
glasses and head to the terrace off my bedroom with him where we sip the
wine and do our own canoodling.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

The regular baseball season is over for Jordan in baseball, but now he has
made the All-Stars and he is the starting third baseman. Marco and I have
been to several of his games and Marianna is comfortable introducing me as
Jordan's godfather and Marco as a friend of Jordan's so it has been very
cool to be able to go to his games, support him and just enjoy the games.

Jordan's team is winning in their playoffs so far and he is batting a
torrid .450 for the playoffs, second on the team behind Manny, their best
pitcher who is batting .480. Their next game is this coming Sunday at 9AM
against the team from Hollister at the Presidio field at Ft. Scott, but
Marianna has to catch a flight at noon on Sunday to Houston and she is gone
until Wednesday night so she asks if Jordan can stay with Marco and me
while she is gone and can we get him to practice. I tell her it is no
problem; we'll make sure he is well cared for.

Sunday is here before you know it, Marco, Marianna and I are at the game at
the Presidio and it is a tight one, Jordan's team is down one run in the
top of the last inning (that is the 7th inning for little leaguers) and two
outs. The two lead off batters both grounded out and if Jordan doesn't get
on the game is over and it will make their run in the playoffs harder to
have one loss. The winner here has the inside track for going to the
Regionals.

Jordan takes a strike inside and then the pitcher throws up two balls, even
though he has had a bad day at the plate going 0 for 2 so far the pitcher
knows Jordan has had a hot bat through the playoffs. The next pitch is
fouled off and the count goes 2-2. The pitcher doesn't want to get Jordan
to 3-2 so he thinks he can sneak a slider past him, but he thinks wrong;
Jordan jumps on it and gets good wood driving the ball hard down between
third and the shortstop into the outfield and he is standing on second
before the outfielder can get it to the cut-off man. Now Manny is up. The
Marin coach calls time out and goes to talk to his pitcher, the smart move
here is walk Manny and get a force at second and third and skip to the #5
hitter. That is the smart move but I am guessing the coach isn't smart
because the first pitch is a fast ball that hangs high and Manny crushes it
so hard it lands on Ralston Ave. for a two run homer that puts their team
up 6-5 now. Up next is Sammy who grounds one back to the pitcher for an
easy put out at first.

The game moves to the bottom of the inning and Manny is pitching and he has
to face the 2, 3 and 4 batters to end the game and give SF the inside
track. Manny strikes out the first batter on four pitches, but the number
three batter hits a hot grounder that the short stop bobbles and then
throws wide to first giving him second base on the advance. The tying run
is on base now in scoring position and Marin's best player is coming
up. The SF coach aligns Jordan close to the line so nothing gets by him for
extra bases. Manny throws a strike followed by two balls and then his fast
ball gets away from and the batter smacks it down the third baseline tight
and it looks like it is going for extra bases, but Jordan dives and
backhands it in the air and scrambles to his feet and throws to second
because the runner was halfway to third when Jordan caught the ball and now
he is hung out to dry, the second baseman steps on the bag, double play,
game over, badda-bing badda-boo. The SF team storms the field and the poor
Marin kids look dumbstruck.

Marianna sticks around just long enough to embarrass Jordan with a
smothering of kisses and tells him to behave for Marco and me. She gives me
and Marco kisses on the cheeks and thanks us and she dashes off to the
Oakland airport to catch her flight. The team is going to a pizza party at
Bella Pizza on Geary Blvd and since Jordan is our charge now, off we are to
a "fun" lunch with 17 boisterous 13 and 14 year olds. Marco and I get to
the restaurant with Jordan and it is mayhem.

"Buon Signore Marco, guazzabuglio!" (Good Lord Marco it's chaos!).

Someone pours me a beer from a pitcher and Marco wades into the mob of boys
with Jordan, a little over an hour and half later I don't think I can force
down one more bite, I've had fried scallops, fried calamari, almost a whole
pie by myself and no matter how many pizzas we send to the boys table, they
disappear as if a black hole has opened up on Geary. The final bill comes
to just over $900 which isn't bad for about 50 people a third of whom are
human eating machines. I give Kathy, the team mom who keeps things like
this organized, $300 towards the bill. She protests that it is way too
much, but I tell her it isn't a problem, drop a nice tip on the kids
working our tables, but I ask her to keep quiet I gave so much, but I also
let her know if the team needs money in the future, she can some see me as
long as we keep it on the down low.

Marco jumps in the back of the 4Runner and lets the little hero get in the
front with me. Jordan is still basking in the afterglow of two big plays
and he is all bubbly and rowdy so naturally I have to mess with him a
little.

"Hey!" I bark sharply and with a stern face, "just because you made one or
two big plays..." Jordan starts to look chagrined, but Marco knows I
messing so he buries his face so Jordan can't see the laughter getting
ready to start, "doesn't mean you aren't a big 'ol bottom still!"

Marco busts out laughing, I smirk and Jordan looks like someone struck him
and then he jumps up in his seat and snaps his fingers on his right hand
over his head, "oh HELL no, I'm a big butch top today and if I was you two
giggling queens, I wouldn't drop the soap in the shower!" And then he busts
out laughing.

"No BS Jordie, you really came through, that was cool. There was a lot of
pressure on you and Manny and you guys both came through."

"Thanks Tim, that means a lot really," and he settles back in his seat for
the short drive back to my place.

It is just after 2PM, but Jordan hasn't had a chance to shower or change
out of his uniform, but when he says he wants to shower, I tell him to
shower quickly and then get in the Jacuzzi to soak because it will help
prevent soreness in his muscles. I fill up the Jacuzzi tub while Jordan
showers off the dirt and Marco and I get in the Jacuzzi when it is full,
Marco joins us freshly scrubbed and he snuggles into Marco. We soak for
about thirty minutes until we are all beat red and then we get out to go
watch TV (which really meant nap since lots of food + Jacuzzi = coma) in
the Media room. Jordan lies into me and Marco into him and I know I fell
asleep first.

We wake just in time to head out to dinner. We decide on Scoma's, yeah I
know a lot of locals turn up their noses and think it is just a tourist
place, but I love their Cioppino Alla Pescatore. Marco orders the Shellfish
Saute Sec, also a favorite of mine and Jordan, utterly ignoring that we are
in a seafood restaurant get the rib eye that is nearly as big as he
is. After dinner we walk over to Alioto's for a night cap, Jerry the
bartender knows me well so he doesn't blink when I order Irish coffees for
Marco and me and a coffee for Jordan, in fact he looks and me and says
"splash it?' for Jordan and I nod so he splashes some brandy on top. We sip
our drinks and don't talk much it has just been a nice mellow day after the
drama of the morning baseball game.

Since none of us are tired yet, we decide to go 'cruise the Castro'. Not
really cruise it since none of us are 'looking for a good time', but just
go see what is going on and what is happening. Jordan has never been there
at night before and I'll be interested to see his reaction, but who knows
on a Sunday night it might be more subdued than a Friday or Saturday. I am
of course wrong, because the first thing we see after parking are two huge
drag queens followed by two leather daddies.

"You better close your mouth Jordan or you'll catch flies," Marco chides
him.

"I know, but did you see that," he stammers.

I jump in now, "yeah, did you want one of those big hairy daddies to take
you home and paddle you?"

Jordan blushes a bit, but decides he can play this game too, "maybe and
maybe tie me up a little too."

Damn that Internet, how does he even know these things go on. I decide to
go serious.

"There is a lot more to the gay community than you've seen with Marco and
me, a lot more than you see online too, keep your eyes open as we walk
around and ask questions later about what you've seen and what you think."

We walk up and down Castro St., a little on 18th St. and spend some time in
A Different Light where Jordan is fascinated by a lot of the books,
especially the old photo books of male models from the 50's and
60's. Jordan asks me where I think these guys are today and I tell him, if
that model, and I point to one great looking young blonde in short shorts
flexing in a sand dune at the beach, was 18 when the photo was taken, he'd
be almost 60 today.

"Getting old's a bitch, isn't it?" Jordan asks earnestly.

"Yeah, it is Jordie, that is why you have to appreciate your youth while
you have it. Don't waste it, don't ruin it, don't throw it away, be happy
for it every day and don't be in such a hurry to grow up."

We are pretty much burned out now and ready to head home. Jordan is quieter
than normal for him so I think he is digesting the whole night time scene
of Castro and thinking about what I said on youth and keeping his eyes
open.

We get home and head to bed and there is no sex or hanky panky, we do crawl
into bed naked per Jordan's rules and I wonder how we ever got to that
rule, but I smile at it anyway. The interactions between the three of us
have matured and progressed, I don't think Jordan's libido has changed, but
he understands that the sexual part of his relationship with Marco and me
isn't going away so he doesn't feel the need to grab at sex with one or the
both of us at any opportunity like he once did. I also think he is thinking
about the other guys in his life too more seriously, Bryce and Dylan and
what is going to happen with the two of them.

The next morning I head off to work and my usual morning swim at the Avery
Aquatic Center very early so both boys are asleep when I leave. Marco is
going to hang out with Jordan this morning and go do some shopping. I want
Jordan to turn one of my guest bedrooms into "his" bedroom so they are
going to go buy some posters, new bedspread and sheets and just accessories
to make it a teen boy's room.

I am at work around 11AM when I get a call on my cell from Jordan, he and
Marco are still shopping, but he wants to know if he can invite Bryce over
later to swim and I tell him sure. Marco is going into work at 2PM today,
he doesn't do delivery very often anymore, now he is doing more prep work
in the kitchen which helps him further his idea of maybe being a chef one
day.

It is another warm day, unseasonably so, so I think I'll head home a little
sooner than normal and join Jordan and Bryce in the pool. I get home a
little after 4PM and go to my bedroom to change into my swim trunks, but in
the dim light I see two forms in my bed and I can smell that smell of boys
that have been busy so I turn around to quietly leave.

"You can join us," Jordan's voice says.

"If I'm not in the way," I strip off my clothes and go to climb in next to
Bryce.

"Rules," I hear from Jordan.

"Fine," and I drop the boxers too and climb in naked.

Bryce and Jordan disentangle and Bryce slides closer to me and Jordan
slides over behind him. Bryce wraps himself onto me, I can feel the warmth
of his body envelope me.

"Hey," he says and kisses me.

"Hey you too."

We lie there a few minutes, and I feel Bryce's left hand starting to boldly
explore my body. He starts with my chest and rubs across it and feels my
right nipple. He circles down to my stomach and happy trail and hesitates
just before my pubic hair and looks up at me. What the hell....  why not? I
nod and he grins and moves down to my cock that is already halfway hard and
as soon as his warm hand encircles it, it is well on its way to completely
hard. He runs his fingers over the head, strokes me a little and fondles my
balls.

I turn and whisper in Bryce's ear, "I think that is all for now, babe," and
I kiss him a peck on his lips.

He looks like he wants to say something or maybe argue, but he relents,
says ok and kisses me back. He brings his hand back to my chest, but does
snuggle in closer to me so I can feel his erection on my bare hip and I
have to admit it is nice and feels enticing, but I'm not ready for more
young lovers in my life, especially when I have tried to steer Bryce away
from older guys to guys his own age.

"You guys ready to eat something? How does Taylor's sound for a burger?"

"I'd rather have a sausage," Bryce says grumpily.

I kiss him again, "you will one day, Bryce, just be patient."

He smiles and seems to accept that for now. We get out of bed and get
dressed. While Jordan and Bryce are putting on their shoes, I go into my
office and log into my house security system and I have the server set
aside the videos from my bedroom, bathroom and Media Room from 2PM-5PM, I
want to be able to see what went on with Bryce and Jordan....  purely on
scientific research grounds mind you, nothing so base as prurient
interest. (are you buying that?)

We head to Taylor's in the old ferry building and the boys get your
standard double cheeseburgers with bacon and I opt for the heart attack in
waiting, although Taylor's calls it a Western Bacon Blue Ring and that
should tell you all you need to know, a burger with bacon, blue cheese and
an onion ring. I can hear my arteries hardening with each bite and I love
it. I call up Marco and see if he wants us to bring him one by Bambino's
and he says no, he bring something home from Bambino when he gets off. Now
that summer is here, Marco has essentially moved in so we never miss Sunday
mass now or Sunday dinner at his mom's and he goes by once or twice a week
to see how the younger kids are just so we are sure Teresa is ok with the
time he is spending with me.

After the burgers we drop Bryce at home and as soon as the car door is
closed I turn to Jordie.

"Dish the dirt!"

"Oh please, I know you are going to watch the security video later anyway,
I don't want to give away the ending!" And he giggles to no end so I know
it had to be good.

"I swear Tim," he begins, "it was great and intense. It was like he enjoyed
everything we did. And not to spoil the end of yours and Marco's late night
entertainment, but I fucked him."

Jordan positively glows.

"That was his first you know?"

"I didn't really know, but I guessed because he was scared and nervous, but
that was like the best part. It was like we were discovering together. I am
not exactly mister big time experience, but I have done it with you, Marco
and Dylan now so I kinda know what I am doing. It felt so fresh and new
with Bryce. Could I be in love or it is just silly?"

The boy is positively gushing.

"I don't think it is quite love yet, but I don't believe that loves happens
quickly anyway, I think love grows and builds. I think you had an
extraordinary experience with Bryce, but if you want to really get to know
him and figure out if you are in love spend time with him outside the
bedroom, because sex gets old even among those most in love so there better
be more to a relationship than good sex to survive."

He nods as if he understands, but I am not sure, so I continue.

"Since you and I first had sex has your love for me increased or decreased,
even though we don't have sex much anymore?"

He doesn't hesitate, "I swear Tim, I love you and Marco more every day and
you are right, it isn't because of sex, it is because we have this
incredible link between us that I feel like we are almost becoming one
person."

I reach over and grab his leg and give him a squeeze. If I wasn't driving I
would have kissed him because I feel the same in a lot of ways.

We get home and settle in to watch TV, Jordan snuggles up with me on the
couch in the great room. Obviously we fell asleep, because just after 9:30
Marco shakes us awake, 'hey party guys', he says quietly. Jordan looks up
dreamily.

"Hey Marco, we were just resting our eyes waiting for you, now we're going
out clubbing," Jordan giggles and smiles.

"I thought we could party here," Marco smiles back, "how does a nice
Brunello sound Tim?"

"Great, I just picked up a couple of 2003 Valdicava Brunello di Montalcino,
you get the glasses, Jordie go turn on the fire pit on the terrace and I'll
open the bottle.

The day has cooled and it is a perfect San Francisco summer evening, I slip
in Rolando Villazón's newest CD, Italian Opera Arias. Jordan has become an
opera aficionado now, especially since he and Rolando are practically
buds. Marco has the glasses lined up, I pour good glasses for Marco and a
little less for Jordan.

"Hey, don't gyp me!" Jordan cries out.

"Jordan, that is rude and racist, do you know what that means?" I say
sharply, a bit more sharply than I meant, I guess I am kinda drowsy still.

Jordan cringes, "no what?"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to snap, it is just a pet peeve of mine, 'gyp' comes
from Gypsy and it is because people in Europe used to stereotype all
Gypsies as thieves and cheats so to cheat someone became 'gypping'. It is
rude, I know you didn't know, I'm sorry."

He smiles and is over it, 'it's ok, I know you're a bitch when you wake
up."

Now that just makes me smile. I hand Marco and Jordan their glasses and sit
at the end of the couch, Jordan waits for Marco to sit next to me, but
Marco indicates for Jordan to sit next to me.

"Don't you want to sit next to your honey?" Jordan giggles.

"No, I've had enough of him, tonight I feel like a Jordan sandwich."

That makes Jordan blush and giggle some more; Jordan snuggles into me,
Marco snuggles in him and we all three say 'salut' and clink our glasses.

"I bumped into Amy in the elevator today," Marco begins, "I am off tomorrow
so I invited Mikey over to play with Frank and David. I figure we can swim
some, play some video games and I can whip up some spaghetti and meatballs
for lunch for them."

"Sounds like fun, are you hanging with them too Jordan?"

"I guess, it sounds like fun, I wish he went to Presido MS with me and not
Pete 'n Paul."

Ok so it does freak me a little when I think about Frank being the same age
as Jordan, does Marco think about that? I'll have to ask him sometime. I
started having sex at 13, Marco was 13 when he hooked up with Alan, the
older guy and Harry, the 16 year old. I wonder if Marco has talked to Frank
about sex or that stuff or if he thinks of Frank as a little kid still?

I inhale the plumy fruit of the Brunello, ruffle Marco's hair for no reason
and kiss Jordan on the head. What a nice night with my two little loves.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

I decide to work from home on Tuesday, but I still wake up at 4AM out of
force of habit. I still want to swim, but Koret Center at USF won't open
until 6AM, but I can probably get in at 5:30AM with the lifeguards. I take
pretty good care of them so I can sneak in before 6AM or maybe stay later
than 9PM. I think one of the lifeguards, Alex, kind of has a crush on me so
sometimes it is just he and I in the pool from 9PM until 10PM or later. I
figure I can go use the gym in the building for an hour or so before I head
over to USF, in fact if I cut that a bit short and head over to Royal
Ground Coffee and get three coffees it will probably help my cause with the
lifeguards on sneaking in early.

I was right; the coffee did help so I am in the water shortly after 5:30
and get a good hour and a half in. It is still too early to head home
because I know the boys will still be sawing a log so I decide to hit the
Market Café in the University Center. Yeah I know colleges aren't known for
their great food venues, but it isn't bad and I can grab a paper, drink a
bottomless cup of coffee and get some eggs and a bagel for a reasonable
price. I also love the atmosphere at colleges, I think when I decide to
retire from working I'd like to teach at the Stanford Business School. I
might quite not have the academic credentials they like, but by then I'll
have donated so much money to the school I think I'll be able to pull it
off.

I am through my fourth cup of coffee (hey, the mugs are tiny, give me a
break) when a young man approaches me.

"Excuse me sir," I cringe at that, I hate getting old, "aren't you Tim
Price?"

"I am, and you are?" I extend my hand to him.

"Paul, Paul Atkins," he takes and shakes my hand, "we have talked about
your company in my Philosophy 240 class, Ethics. I mean it is the whole
idea of are you enabling criminals or protecting civil rights?"

I invite him to sit down and give him the crux of the discussions I had
with my partners eleven or twelve years ago at Stanford and some of the
basis of the legal case that we presented when the federal government tried
to stop us. We have a great back and forth discussion. I really enjoy the
passion that only a young person seems able to have when discussing
something important to them, but I have to go before long so I give Paul
one of my business cards and tell him to drop me an email at my business
address and I'll get back to him on my personal email and we can get
together when I have more time.

Back at my condo, Marco and Jordan are just stirring. Amy isn't dropping
Mikey off until about 10AM so the boys decide to hit IHOP down on
Lombard. They shower and get going and I go to my office and start tackling
my emails and paperwork. I wonder what we did before email. Why do people
copy me on everything? I must get 150 emails a day that I really don't need
to see. No wonder I am so far behind in them. The phone rings and it is
Amy.

"Hi Tim, it's Amy, I was wondering if I could drop Mikey off a little
early. I just got a call from my salon, I planned a mini 'fun for me day'
today and they asked if I could come in a little earlier."

"Sure, no problem, bring him down any time, Jordan and Marco have gone to
get breakfast and Marco's brothers so they shouldn't be too long."

"Great, thanks."

Two minutes later I authorize the elevator to stop on my floor from hers
and greet her at the foyer.

"Oh wow, your place looks great, I'd heard you have the whole floor."

"Come back a little before you want Mikey back and I'll give you the grand
tour."

She thanks me again and leaves Mikey and his cute little backpack and me in
the foyer.

"C'mon bud, you can put your backpack in Jordan's room and then we'll find
something for you to do."

I realize I haven't even looked in 'Jordan's room', formerly known as guest
room number one, since he and Marco added some personal touches to it. Ah
cool, the bedspread is a Miami Dolphin bedspread and there are two sets of
sheets, Ralph Lauren University skull sheets in black and red, very
nice. There is also a poster of Diego Maradona, and his hand of God shot in
the World Cup, a Cruz Azul poster, a Jason Giambi poster and a giant
Stanford University poster. I smile at that, I wonder if it was Marco's
idea.

Marco and Jordan also picked up some Polo underwear, socks, swim trunks, t
shirts, dress shirts and casual shirts to put in the drawers. Jordan is
here a lot and it'll be nice for him to have a back-up supply in case he
needs it. The room is getting a lived in look though. They even got a
Dolphins clothes hamper and Dolphins wastepaper basket.

"Cool room," Mikey says.

"Yeah, it is," I agree.

Mikey puts his backpack on the bed and looks at me expectantly.

"So what do you want to do Mikey? Watch TV, play a video game or get on the
Internet?"

"Video games sound cool, what do you have?"

"Harry Potter, the Chronicles of Narnia, Super Mario, The Incredibles, a
whole bunch, do any of those sound fun?

"Harry Potter!" he yells, bouncing up and down.

Dang, it must be draining to keep up with a 5th grader's energy level and I
thought Jordan could be a challenge. No wonder Amy dashed off for some
pampering. I set-up Mikey in the great room on the floor with the video
game and show him where I am in my office if he needs me. I start plowing
through my emails again and after a bit I hear a squealing from the great
room so I guess Marco and Jordan are back with Frank and David. I pop down
the hall to greet them.

"Timmy," David yells and runs to give me a hug.

Frank grins and comes over and gives me a manly handshake, but I make him
hug me too. I take David to Jordan's room where Mikey left his clothes and
tell Jordan to take Frank to the master bedroom and he can leave his stuff
in there. The boys decide to go swimming right away so I help David and
Mikey get their swim trunks out and I get some towels for all of them out
of the linen closet. I remind Marco to be sure they all have on sunscreen,
45 spf at least and tell him to call me when he needs relief to come make
his spaghetti and meatballs for lunch.

I am just finishing the last of my correspondences when I get Marco's call,
but I still take my lap top with me to the pool since my Wi-Fi reaches the
pool area. I relieve Marco; the boys are playing a variety of games and
don't even really notice that Marco has left or I arrived. Marco calls me
an hour later and says lunch is about twenty minutes away so I should get
the boys wrapped up and downstairs. I get the boys out of the pool and get
back to the condo.

"Jordan, you and Frank can shower in the master bath and I'll take David
and Mikey to your bathroom."

I take David and Mikey to the main guest bathroom, turn on the shower and
put both of them in a hot shower to warm up and rinse off the
chlorine. While they are rinsing off I go into Jordan's room and layout
their dry clothes for them.

"Ok boys, take off your bathing suits and leave them in the shower and I'll
ring them out and put them in the dryer while you dress."

David, with four older brothers, doesn't hesitate and peels his suit off
and steps onto the floor mat and takes the towel I hand him. Mikey, the
only child seems hesitant and is blushing, but doesn't want to appear
scared so he strips his suit down too. I look at him for the first time
really, he is about 4'7" I would guess, so about two inches taller than
David, 70 pounds or so to David's 65, meaning pretty average and he is
uncut whereas David is cut, like Marco and I would assume the rest of the
Bisignani boys.

I collect the wet suits, ring them in the sink and head to my bathroom to
collect those wet suits. Marco and Frank are still in the shower when I get
there.

"Hand me your suits and I'll throw them in the dryer."

Frank, like David, unties and drops his trunks right away; not only does he
have four brothers, but he also showers at school. Jordan, who normally
can't wait to get naked with Marco and me, suddenly seems bashful. Is he
conscious of the fact that he is having sex with Frank's brother and that
is messing with his mind or is it that Frank is an actual peer? All the
guys Jordan has been involved with so far are all at least two years old
than him. Is he shy in front of an equal? I don't have too long to consider
it all because Jordan does strip down, rinse his suit and hand it out to
me. As Frank hands me his suit, I give him the quick once over. Damn, he is
a like a two thirds scale model of Marco, same tight body, well developed,
but 5'2"ish, 90 pounds maybe and a lot less pubic hair than Marco, but
there is nothing two thirds scale about his penis, he is ahead of the curve
there.

I go throw the suits in the dryer with the towels they used for the pool
and then head back to Jordan's room to hustle along David and Mikey only to
find them still stark naked and looking at each other, Mikey's
embarrassment over obviously.

"His penis is covered," David says, turning to address me, "where's his
tip?"

I have to suppress a laugh, but it makes sense that David has never seen an
uncircumcised penis before, all his brothers are cut and I think this is
probably the first penis of any kind, other than his own, that he has seen.

"He has a tip, or head, it is just covered by his foreskin, Mikey is what
is called uncircumcised or uncut, you, Frank, Marco and me are all
circumcised or cut; our foreskin was removed when we were babies." I turn
to Mikey, "Mikey, can you pull your foreskin back, does your head come
out?"

"Sure," Mikey retracts his foreskin and his little purple head pops out.

"Cool!" David enthuses and Mikey smiles.

"Enough of our anatomy lessons you two, get dressed now, Marco is ready to
serve lunch."

I leave them to get dressed and go to hustle up Frank and Jordan next, but
they are almost dressed and laughing like old friends when I head into my
bedroom, the discomfort of the previous moment forgotten already.

Marco has the dining table set with two giant bowls of spaghetti with a
marinara meat sauce, two bowls of meatballs, two trays of garlic bread and
a big tray of calabrese salad. The boys are loud and jostling each and
jabbering. As we sit down, Marco quiets them all down and has us join
hands; he tells David to give the blessing. David nods and begins.

"Benedici Signore noi e il cibo che stiamo per prendere, fŕ che non manchi
mai a nessuno in nessuna parte del mondo, specialmente ai bambini" (Bless
us o Lord and the food we are going to have, let it not to lack to anyone
anywhere in the world, especially to children).  "Amen"

"Amen," we all say.

"Oh Davy, that was so cool, you speak Italian, that is awesome, will you
teach me?" Mikey is gushing, taken with his new friend.

"Oh yeah, it's easy."

The boys tear through the lunch and destroy Marco's massive meal in about
twenty minutes. I let Marco herd the boys into the Media Room to play video
games in surround sound while I clear the lunch table and clean the
kitchen. I am just putting away the last pans when the downstairs buzzer
goes off.

"Hi Teresa, come on up."

I've invited Teresa over to meet Mikey and Amy, I am hoping we can find
some friends for Mikey and maybe Amy too, I am sure she'll love Teresa. The
elevator door opens and Teresa steps into the foyer.

"Buon giorno Timothy, come va?" (good day Tim, how goes it?)

"Grande Teresa, molto grande, e lei?" (great Teresa, super great and you).

I get a bottle of Jermann Pinot Grigio 2005, a great little white from
Friuli, two glasses and we go out on the terrace. We are a glass into it
when the buzzer goes off again, it must be Amy. I buzz her up and grab
another glass, another bottle of the Jermann Pinot Grigio and an ice bucket
and wait for Amy. She greets and she looks fab and relaxed.

"We're on the terrace drinking some wine, David and Marco's mom, Teresa is
here."

"It's so quiet, where are the boys, in the pool still?"

"No, they are in the Media Room and they are louder than you could ever
imagine, but I'll show you that later."

We go to the terrace where I introduce the ladies and I pour a glass of
wine for Amy and then sit back while they get acquainted as only ladies
can. I sip my wine and enjoy the afternoon.

"You are uncommonly quiet Tim," Teresa observes as I refill their glasses
from the fresh bottle.

"Just enjoying the afternoon, but oh Amy, when David and Mikey were
changing out of their swim suits, we had an impromptu conversation on
circumcision when the two boys noticed the other was different. You or Russ
might want to be ready to answer some more questions."

Amy's hand goes to her mouth to suppress a laugh and Teresa smiles a
knowing smile.

"I'm not sure I'm ready to have a conversation with my eleven year old
about his penis," Amy giggles.

"Enjoy the intimacy while you can because he doesn't know enough yet to be
embarrassed, by the time he is thirteen he wouldn't say the word penis in
your presence if it was on fire," Teresa chimes in.

We kill the second bottle of wine.

"Are you liquored up enough to face the savages?" I ask the ladies. They
laugh and nod.

We go to the entrance of the Media Room I pause and tell the ladies once I
open it we have to move inside quickly so I don't blow out the
neighbors. They look at me quizzically ad I tell them they'll understand
once the door is opened, don't be startled, just move in fast. I open the
door and a blast of noise hits us, they reel back but plunge in anyway per
their instructions. David and Mikey who are locked in combat on Tank
Commander don't look up or flinch, Frank and Jordan smile and wave at the
ladies. The battle continues for a minute or so before Marco pauses the
game so Mikey can acknowledge his mom.

"Hi Mom," Mikey beams.

"Hi muffin," Amy says.

"Mom!" Mikey yells.

David rolls on his back laughing hysterically, "hey muffin let's finish our
game."

Mikey blushes and punches David in the arm and then he starts laughing too.

"Sorry, I just wanted you to know I was here, finish your game and we'll be
in the front room," Amy says sheepishly.

We leave before Marco un-pauses the game.

"Oh I have so much to learn. I forget my little muffin is growing up, he
used to love it when I called him that. He did look so happy though when he
was playing, I haven't quite seen him that way since we moved over from
Marin."

"It's ok," Teresa starts, "no one ever died from embarrassment at
eleven. Mikey will have to come over and play with Dave and Frank. Maybe
Mikey would like to try water polo with Dave, Tim has him starting over at
St. Ignatius."

"That would be great, Tim was telling me about water polo. Mikey has just
been so bored so far this summer."

The ladies make arrangements to get Mikey with David to go to water polo
practice. We chat for about ten more minutes and the boys show up in the
great room, chattering and bumping each other and just goofing as only kids
can. They say their goodbyes and quiet descends on my condo once
again. Marco has had a rough day watching the kids so I decide to take him
out to a nice meal with Jordan. I call up Dylan to see if he can join us.

"Uh, I can't tonight, I have a date, well kind of a date I think, I mean I
dunno, it might be a date." This intrigues me. "I am meeting Jon at the San
Francisco Centre to go to a movie and we're going to eat there too."

How cute, "I guess your cam chat that night went ok then?"

"Yeah, we are talking a lot these days. He doesn't have a clue about his
feelings, but at least he isn't scared of them or me right now, he just
wants to hang out. He says he thinks I am cool."

I smile. We do too Dylan, we do too.