Date: Wed, 9 Jun 2010 09:12:56 -0700
From: Tim P <privatetimm@gmail.com>
Subject: Jordan's Tale Chapter 14

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There is no ceremony for Marco graduating mid-year, he'll come back in June
to walk with his class, but Teresa throws a big dinner for him at
Sts. Peter and Paul community room and all his friends from high school are
there as well as Dylan, Jordan, the family and me. I am a little nervous
when he introduces me as his boyfriend. The girls squeal and the guys seem
cool with it, but a couple seemed surprised, surprised but cool. The senior
guys I know from Marco's class in water polo and swimming squeal in their
own way.

The gay contingent is here too, but playing it very casual, Tyler, Bryce,
Madison, Jon, Dylan, Devon and Ryan the banker. Ryan has been a nice
addition to our circle, he is a very sweet guy and has been incredibly
helpful to Marco and me getting bank accounts set-up in Calabria. He has
arranged with the Privati Banking Group of UniCredit Banca to open an
account, get him a Euro MasterCard, the Genius card, and a checking
account. Marco doesn't know I am depositing a tidy sum in the account and
he won't until he gets there and can activate the account at the local
branch. I've also given him a card off my American Express account and a
card off my MasterCard account so he has no worries about money or getting
stuck someplace.

The program included housing in the town of Soverato where the school is,
but I wasn't wild about the accommodation so I bought a nice little three
bedroom villa about 2km from the school. It is slightly above the town, but
that just gives it spectacular views of the Gulf of Squillace and the
Ionian Sea. The pictures I've seen from my agent there and my banker show
spectacular views of the azure sea below. According to Teresa's mother,
Soverato is a hidden jewel that few American tourists discover, in fact few
Americans venture into Calabria at all, they seldom get below Napoli and
the Amalfi coast and seldom even to the east coast of Italy. I've had my
agent furnish the house and stock the kitchen with basic utensils, but I
figure Marco will want to select his own when he is there.

The dinner goes into the wee hours on Friday night and now Marco and I have
less than fifteen hours left. It is starting to hit me how much I am going
to miss him, miss his presence in my bed and my life. I know three months
isn't an eternity, but I miss him already as he lies beside me breathing
deeply. We've agreed, or at least I made him agree that if he meets someone
he finds 'interesting', he has the green light to enjoy himself, I've just
told him he can't fall in love. He swears he has no interest in meeting
anyone, but I know better than to try and bind the heart of a healthy
eighteen year old; well bind the loins actually, the heart may be
easier. He has made me swear the same, although I don't see me availing
myself of the opportunity, I hope I have more discipline than an eighteen
year old, but you never know.

Marco wakes around 9AM Saturday, we shower together for a last round of
pleasure and then go to meet his mother and grandmother for an early lunch
before Teresa and I take Marco to the airport. Nonna Maria wants to give
last minute instructions on family Marco has nearby, he still has lots of
cousins there and Nonna expects him to see them all of course, they are
family after all. We head to Scoma for lunch, Marco's last cioppino for a
few months. Marco listens intently to his grandmother Maria and hopes he
has the Calabrian accent correct. It is a long time since Maria has been
home so Marco is hoping her accent hasn't slipped. As lunch ends, Maria
gives Marco her special Rosary, the one she brought on the boat from Italy
when she moved to America sixty-six years ago. Marco smiles, 'ringraziarla
molto nonna', and he hugs her and she pats his cheek.

We drop Maria back at the Bisignani house and head to SFO. Normally we'd
have to just drop Marco at the airport since non-passengers aren't allowed
past security, but I've bought Teresa and me tickets on the same flight as
Marco, Air France to Rome through Paris and then he'll take Tranitalia down
to Soverato. He could have flown to Lamezia Terme Airport, the
international airport for Calabria, but that meant changing planes and a
two hour layover. I figured the train ride from Rome to Soverato would be
more entertaining anyway. I park, we get Marco's luggage checked through
and his carry on is his lap top and a back pack with a change of clothes
and toiletries. I've trained him to travel always assuming they are going
to lose your luggage so be ready with a change of clothes, a tooth brush
and deodorant. It is amazing how fresh socks and undies and brushing your
teeth can make you feel better, especially after a long flight. We clear
security with no problem, I booked all the tickets first class so there is
a separate security line where we whisk through and first class lets us use
Air France Lounge so we can rest comfortably until it is time for him to
board. Teresa and Marco both seem calm and relaxed, I am a seething mass of
emotions.

They call the boarding for first class passengers an hour later so Teresa
and I walk Marco down to the gate. She gives Marco a big hug and tells him
she expects letters, not emails. My turn comes and I peer into the dark
eyes I won't see in person for ninety-four days, my eyes get misty, "Addio
mia bella boy, ti amo, mi sono innamorato di te, comportarsi" . And I kiss
him. Not a tonsil checking kiss, not even one long enough to raise an eye
in San Francisco or Air France, but it is I realize the first time I've
kissed him in public not caring who was around. Marco flashes a huge smile
to his mother and me and heads down the jetway.

Once Marco s out of sight, Teresa starts to tear up.

"Oh sure, Teresa, get all emotional now....  make me look like the sissy
when Marco is here," I smile at her.

She smiles back, "I had to put on a good show. This will be the longest one
of my children has ever been away from me. I am glad he gets the chance to
do this, thank you for all you've for him."

"I consider this an investment Teresa, this is just step one in my master
plan," my eyes twinkle at her.

"Do I get to be in on the plan?"

"As long as you are Marco's mother you will always be in on the plan, but
phase two is a long ways off, sometime after Marco graduates from Stanford
and maybe even after his MBA."

She laughs at me, "oh you do have plans for my boy don't you?"

I shrug and smile innocently, "no more than he wants for himself from what
we have talked about. We will see if this trip pushes him in any different
directions."

"I can't believe I won't Marco for three months."

"You won't see him in person, you can see him anytime you want on the web
cam, Frankie knows how to set it up and run it. You'll be able to see if he
is too thin on a daily basis if you like."

"Ha ha, I don't know I need to see him daily, but once a week would be
nice; which by the way is almost more than I see Frankie these days. He and
Jordan are thick as thieves and I hardly see them, even when they are
home. Have you figured out what is going on there yet? I don't want to
interfere, but a mother worries and wonders."

Again I shrug, "whatever is happening is probably better than what Marco
was doing at fourteen behind your back. I keep saying I'm going to sit down
with them and get a reading, but it the time never seems right. Soon
though, I'll find out soon and if there are any problems or worries I'll
clue you and Marianna in, but I think the boys are in a pretty good place
right now. They get their homework done before they play games at my house,
they keep Jordan's room clean and I'm never missing liquor, so all seems
pretty good."

"I know, they are very good boys, it is easier for Frankie than it was for
Marco at that age, his dad died at a crucial time in his life and I know I
failed him along the way, that is another reason I am so grateful you came
along. You've been very good for my boy these past couple of years. Thanks
for all you done for my boys, Frankie and Davy too."

I throw an arm around her and just nod as we watch Marco's plane back out
as the jetway retracts. Ten minutes later the Air France Air Bus is
airborne and it's landing gear already stowing itself for the flight to
Paris.

We are in the car on the Bayshore Freeway heading back to San Francisco,
chatting and musing.

"You know Teresa, we should have gotten on that damn airplane and just gone
to Paris for a few days."

"Oh Tim, I think you are serious. What will you do with the tickets, I
assume they were refundable?"

"I am serious, kinda, I did that once when I was nineteen. I got off an
American Airlines flight and the next gate over was leaving for London in
forty minutes and my mom and sister were in London so I thought 'hey I'll
surprise them'. I bought a stand-by ticket, jumped on and boy were they
shocked when I walked into the Basil Street Hotel and joined them for
breakfast. I only stayed three full days, but it was actually a blast and
one of the most fun things I've ever done because spontaneous isn't me
usually, I am a planner."

Teresa covers her mouth and laughs, "oh my, that does sounds so fun we
should have, maybe next time."

"I have next time planned already. I want you and Maria to go with me to
Calabria when Marco's class is over. We'll spend a week or so in the villa
I bought and then take the train to Rome or Milan to fly home and spend
three or four days in which ever city we go to."

"Tim, I can't let you spend that kind of money."

"These tickets are non-refundable, I already own the villa. It wouldn't be
a free ride anyway, I'd make your mother be out tour guide through the
countryside."

"It is very generous of you and I guess by now I know better than to argue
with you on it. My mother will be thrilled, she hasn't been back to
Calabria since 1985 when she and Fredo went. I know she'd like to see her
sister again before she dies and see her cousins and all the kids too."

I smile, she gave in easier than I expected, but she is right, she knew I
wouldn't take no for an answer and even more, she understands now
financially it isn't going to be any kind of strain.

"Great, it is the second week of April. You can probably get Marianna to
take Frankie for the time and if it is too much for Joey and Anthony to
handle, I have some ideas on people we can get to stay with the kids."

I drop Teresa at her house and continue back to my place. The condo is
unnaturally quiet. The silence is booming. Marco won't be coming home
tonight from Bambinos to cook me a dinner and share a bottle of Barolo with
me. My bed will be decidedly cold and quiet as well. Just his presence is
so comforting to me, I can't believe I'll be alone for three months.

I decide a swim will be good for me so I grab my USA Swimming back pack and
head over to USF to get a workout in and burn off some frustration. Alex,
the lifeguard I think likes me kind of is on duty when I get there. He is
with two of the women swimmers I know too, Kelly and Shannon. I get in a
solid 7,500 meters and while I am on the pool deck getting my breath back,
Shannon replaces Alex in the chair and he saunters over to me, trying to
look casual.

"Hey Tim, nice workout, how far did you go?"

"I got 75 hundred in, it felt great, what about you? What are you up to
these days? How much are you getting in?"

Alex rocks a little like he is nervous, "I'm getting ten thousand most
days, but that is usually in two workouts, not one. I'd like to ten
thousand in one session, but I really need someone to motivate and push me
for that."

"I have some time opening up on my schedule, maybe you'd like to swim with
me once in a while, I wouldn't mind pushing you."

Ouch! Did I really say that, 'wouldn't mind pushing you', does that sound
like a sexual reference? Alex's eyes open wide, so yeah, I guess maybe he
took the double meaning too.

His swaying is a little more pronounced now and he looks down at his feet,
"yeah that is cool, I wouldn't mind being pushed by you at all. I mean you
are supposed to be really good and stuff."

A blush creeps over his features and he looks up at me as he finishes
speaking. I guess I never really noticed how green his eyes were
before. His eyes lock on mine and for a moment no one says anything.

"Yeah, I am good or so they tell me," I chuckle. "Let me get your cell
phone number and I'll text you my contact info. Send me an email on what
days work best for you or just call and we'll figure out a schedule."

Alex nods a couple of times not quite knowing what to say and recites his
cell number to me. Marco isn't out of U.S. airspace yet and I am flirting?
Or is that what Alex and I are even doing, maybe I've made up the scenario
in my head. Whatever, it'll be good to swim with someone and fill the empty
space with some companionship.

I get back to my place and contemplate what I am going to do for
dinner. All the guys are busy with their significant others and I don't
want to be a third wheel to any of them. I can't call Alex because that
would be just too weird. While I am contemplating all this I get a call on
my cell.

"Hey Jordan, what up?"

"Nothing Timmy, what are you doing tonight?"

"No plans." I wonder what he is brewing up.

"Good Frank and I are coming over tonight for dinner and a movie night and
spending the night.....  if that's okay."

Well that brightens my day a little, "sure I'd love to have you
guys. Anything special you want for dinner or the movies?"

"You just got Casino Royale didn't you? We can watch that and for dinner,
we're good with anything. My mom will drop us in about thirty minutes."

I call up Marnee Thai because I know both boys love their food, so I get a
double order of their angel wings, guay kiew koor with roast duck, spicy
pumpkin curry and roasted Thai pork. That should be enough for the three of
us and then some. I go and make sure that there are clean towels in
Jordan's bathroom and open a bottle of Chianti, a nice 2001 "Castello di
Nipozzano" by Frescobaldi that is good, but not too good because the Thai
food will be spicy and I don't want it to overpower an expensive wine.

Little more than twenty minutes later the elevator opens and here come my
two favorite guys, Frankie and Jordie, they put a smile on my face just
seeing them. They have such an easy manner together you would think they
had been friends their whole lives not little more than a year and really
close no more six months. Maybe tonight I will find out what is going on
behind the scenes with these boys. Fifteen minutes after they have settled
down the great room, the Thai food is delivered.

"Do you guys want to eat here or on the terrace? I can turn the heat on out
there and the fireplace."

"If we eat out there, we might need something to help warm our insides,"
says Jordan batting his eyes at me.

"You can have one glass each so make it count. Frank, you set the table,
Jordan take the food out there and I'll get the heaters on and bring the
wine out."

The boys get the meal ready outside, I bring out the wine and glasses. I
sit down and we join hands to say grace. I ask Jordan to do the
honors. What comes out of his mouth shocks me.

"Benedici Signore noi e il cibo che stiamo per prendere, fà che non manchi
mai a nessuno in nessuna parte del mondo, specialmente ai bambini."

He stumbles a little here and there, but it is pretty impressive for
someone who has only been at it for a few months. The translation is
roughly 'Bless us o Lord and the food we are going to have, let it not be
lacking to anyone, anywhere in the world, especially the children'.

I fill the wine glasses, and Frank offers a toast, "a Marco, alla vita" (to
Marco, to life).

"Si si," Jordan and I agree as the three of us clink glasses.

Dinner goes along nicely and we talk sports, school, life and nothing too
terribly deep. I feel the wine mellowing me so I know it has to be
affecting the boys as well. Let's see if it won't make them a little more
loquacious.

"I've been meaning to talk to you guys for a while, both your moms have
kinda been curious too, They were wondering...  we were wondering about
your relationship. I know you guys know both your moms are fine with
whatever the nature of the relationship is, but they are curious
none-the-less. And you know you aren't under any obligation to tell anyone
anything, I just told them I would talk to you two and if there was
anything they should know about or worry about, I'd let them know."

Both boys flush deeply and it isn't the wine. They glance at each other,
Frank nods at Jordan who starts to speak.

"We are boyfriends, I think you knew that Tim and yes we are having sex. I
think you probably guessed that too. I wasn't going to push things with
Frank. I liked him too much as a friend to ruin it if he didn't feel the
same way and Marco means too much to me too to do anything to hurt him or
his brother."

"But after we talked Tim," Frank continues, picking up where Jordan left
off, "I let him know I thought he was cute, actually I said 'hot'. He was a
little embarrassed, but he asked if that meant I felt things for him. I
said yes and he held me. Well he held me and because he was holding me....
I kind of got...  you know, 'excited' and then he did and then I just
kissed him, one thing led to another and we've been pretty much boyfriends
since that day. We don't really want to talk to our moms about it yet
because, I dunno, we just aren't ready. We are really careful around our
friends too. I don't think anyone thinks we are anything more than just
friends and we're going to keep it that way."

"Do you think our moms will be ok if you just say you talked to us and
everything is ok Tim?" Jordan asks.

"Yeah, I think so. You guys know you can talk to me about stuff if you need
to, but it seems like you are doing okay on your own so far. I'll talk to
your moms and keep them from hovering too much. Do you think you are gay
Frank?"

Frank looks thoughtful, "I'm not sure yet, I don't really know about guys
in general, but I do know how I feel about Jordan and that part feels so
right. It is weird it is like he is a piece of me that was missing and now
fits right where it belongs. We know we are young and this may not last
like it is, we've talked about it, but I think we both think we'll be
friends forever. And I mean all of us, you, me, Jordan, Marco."

"I think so too Frank, at least I hope so."

We sit quietly for a minute.

"Why don't you and Jordan go get the movie started Frank, I'll clean up
here and put away the dishes and leftovers."

The boys smile and scamper off to the Media Room, I collect the dishes to
put in the dishwasher and put the leftovers in the refrigerator. I get to
the media room and the boys are snuggled up on the couch, Jordan in leaning
back into Frank, who has him wrapped up. Casino Royale is paused on the DVD
player and the boys pulled some drinks for us out of the mini-frig in the
Media Room. I like the new Bond, he reminds me of the old Bond movies, more
acting and less gimmicks. By the time the movie is over I am pretty beat so
I tell the boys I am turning in for the night.

I know it is only the first night and Marco probably hasn't even reached
Soverato yet, but I do feel a loneliness and emptiness in my bed. The worst
part is I know it will be that way for more than three months. It is hard
to get to sleep, I've been trying to for more than half an hour, but I am
starting to drift off, dreaming of Marco when suddenly he is in my
arms. The dream is so real I can feel his damp hair on my
shoulder. Something in the dream, doesn't seem quite right and I snap
awake. The damp hair on my shoulder looks like Marco's, but it isn't. It is
Frank snuggling into me. The not quite right thing in my dream that snapped
me awake is Jordan on the other side of me.

"Well hello boys."

They both giggle.

"Hi Timmy, Jordan thought you might be a little lonely tonight so we
thought we'd keep you company."

Frank is cuddled into me with my left arm around him, I run my left hand
down his side and as I suspect, by 'Jordan's rules' all I feel is bare
skin, no boxers, just a tight little butt. That gets another giggle out of
Frankie.

"Hey what's going on over there," Jordan wants to know.

"Just this honey," and I run my right hand down Jordan's side ending on his
bare butt and I squeeze a cheek. He squeals a little.

"Oh, that's ok I guess," he kisses me on the cheek, "goodnight Timmy."

I get a kiss on the other side, too, "buona notte, dormi bene Timmy."

"Dormire dei bene bambini," sleep well too, my babes.


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I do sleep well, and slip out from between Frankie and Jordan so I can go
get my morning run in. I head up to Geary so I can run down to the beach. I
run past the old Sutro Baths, Louis's Café and the Cliff House as I round
the corner down to the beach, up Lincoln Way, into the park and back on
Middle Way. An early morning run in the crisp San Francisco January air is
a great way to clear your head. I think better in the pool usually, but
there is something about the sea air and the stillness of the City at 6AM
that is special and drives my thoughts as well.

I get back to my condo and poke my head in my bedroom. The boys have moved
together and are snuggling under the covers in my bed. They are so cute
together I hope it works out well for both of them, but I know it won't be
easy, especially once they enter high school. I head to the office to check
email after I've started some coffee in the kitchen. No email yet from
Marco, but if I am doing my math right he probably is on the train between
Rome and Soverato. I am pouring my coffee when two naked figures walk into
the kitchen, grab coffee cups, kiss me on the cheek and pour themselves
coffee. It I shard not to smile at how quickly Frank has picked up the
immodesty of Jordan, or maybe it was there already because Marco is
certainly never bashful.

My cell phone starts ringing and I recognize the number as being from
overseas, so I hand it to Frank to answer.

"It's Marco I think."

"Pronto!", he says, the Italian way of greeting, "I'm here stealing your
boyfriend of course, I want me a rich daddy!"

He listens a bit, "oh that sounds great, I know Mom and Nonna will be
happy. Do you want Tim or Jordan first?.....  Okay"

He hands the phone to Jordan, "Bouna sera Marco, come stai?......  yeah I
am getting better....."

They chat for a bit before Jordan hands the phone to me.

"Marco, how are you? Where are you?"

"I am in the villa in Soverato, Ryan had arranged for the agent to pick me
up at the train station and bring me here. It is gorgeous and he also had
the pantry stocked. I mean it is basic, not too fancy, but the view is
incredible and there is a small pool out front. It looks right down to the
city and the bay, it is great. The first class starts tomorrow and the
agent is coming back tomorrow to get me to the school the first day. He is
a nice guy, maybe your age."

"Hey, hey, don't get any ideas there though mister, leave them Italian boys
alone," I chide him.

"I thought I had free reign here," he laughs back at me.

"Oh you do," I sniff back, "but I'll have you know there is a certain
little lifeguard from USF wanting to practice his mouth to mouth on me."

Marco laughs into the phone. "I love you Timothy Price, we agreed we could
each 'find comfort' while I was gone, I don't have plans yet, but you know
if something happens it won't change how I feel about you and if you've
found something to keep you amused, I know it won't change how you feel
either. Besides, I might want a go at Alex to!"

I hate it when he is logical.

"Are you going to call your mom?"

"As soon as we hang up."

"I'll let you go then, I am glad you got there safe. Send me an email when
you get settled in and we can set up a schedule to talk and send me your
new cell number. I love you Marco, hurry home."

"I love you too Tim, kiss the bambinos for me." And he clicks off.

I look at the took naked teens drinking their coffee. I walk over and plant
a kiss on each one's forehead.

"From Marco," I explain, "Dottie's before church?"

Two huge smiles and nods tell me Dottie's it is. I head back to shower in
my bathroom while Frankie and Jordan head over to Jordan's bathroom. I am
ready in twenty minutes and the boys take a little bit longer, but I guess
that is okay when you are young and in love. The wait at Dottie's isn't too
bad, it was only forty minutes, which is good for a Sunday. Frank and
Jordan go home with Teresa who is happy she got to talk to Marco and know
he was safe in Calabria. Nonna kept talking my ear off after mass, she is
thrilled we are going to Calabria to pick up Marco, she is already writing
her sister and cousins that we'll have a big party when we get there.

That night at Sunday dinner, I corner Teresa and Marianna in the kitchen
with all the kids and Nonna in the front room.

"I talked with Frankie and Jordan, I think they are in a pretty good place
right now and unless you guys see a radical shift in their behavior or
grades, I'd relax and be happy they are happy."

"So they are boyfriends," Marianna presses.

"I promised the boys I wouldn't talk about what they told me, but you know
if I thought they were doing anything dangerous physically or emotionally
you two would be the first to know."

"I know Tim, a mother can't help worrying though."

Teresa crosses the kitchen and throws an arm around Marianna, "we can talk
this week Marianna, I've been through this four times already. I trust
Tim's judgment. Frank has never been happier."

"Jordan is always happy these days, so it is hard to see a change there
sometimes, but he seems more content these days and that might be even
better than happy. And I do trust your judgment Tim, you're the one who got
Jordan to happy again after his Uncle Frank moved away. It is funny, one
Frank broke his heart and another Frank is stealing it."

Marianna gets a little teary eyed, but she brushes them quickly away.

"Let's go feed this mob," says Teresa as she leads the way into the dining
room with her hands full of dishes of steaming hot food.


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'Haven't seen ya, still wanna swim?'

I got that text from Alex on Wednesday a week later and yeah I do. I mean I
have been doing my morning swims, but an evening swim could be good and I
want to get to know Alex too. I am partly curious to know if I am reading
him right that he has an interest in me and curious if a nice Catholic boy
at USF likes guys in general. One thing I love is digging into what makes
people tick, not digging in an impolite way, but I am curious about what
high school was like for Alex, did he have an interest in guys then, does
he now? If he did like guys in high school, did he act on it? And how does
he feel about liking guys and being a Catholic?

'Yeah, does tomorrow night work for you?' I text back.

'Sure, 8-9PM?'

'8-9PM, it's a date, c u then'

And my time with Alex is set. I wonder what he'll think of 'it's a
date'. Will he really think it is a date as in dating someone or just the
generic, 'we set a time'.

I show up a little early to get dressed and choose my tightest jammers. I
can't believe what a bitch I am being on so many levels. Even though Marco
and I have an understanding, it still feels like cheating, but there is
also a dash of excitement in the thrill of the hunt. Then again, I don't
even know if there is a hunt going on. Alex could just be a nice, guileless
kid being friendly. Even if he isn't guileless, what if he is questioning
and uncertain about where he is in life, am I willing to let him discover
on his own slowly or push him a long for my fun and entertainment. I hate
moral dilemmas.

Alex is on the deck stretching in a Speedo he had to have worn in 8th grade
because it barely fits him. His ass is showing prominently in back and
there is no place to hide his Mr. Happy and it looks a decent size.

"You had to have played polo in high school, because only polo players wear
Speedos that small."

Alex smiles, "hey Tim, yeah I played polo and that was one of the jokes on
the team, who could fit in their old Speedos the longest. I would have
thought you could afford jammers with more cloth though, was that in the
junior high section, half off?"

I blush a deep shade of red, busted, maybe Alex is more clued in than I
think. Anyway, I'll have plenty of time to think about it while we swim.

"Let's go 1,000 free to warm up and then do two sets of steps downs from
500. We can decide strokes as we go."

Alex nods in agreement, "sounds great, just what I need to push myself a
little."

The workout takes a little less than the full hour, but I can tell Alex is
feeling it and so am I a little. It did feel good though, it has been a
while since I've down step downs of that length. We do a quick warm down
and head for the locker room, a nice hot shower will feel good on my
muscles. The gym is officially closed now, but there is no hurry since I am
with Alex and the guards will be around until 9:30 at least closing up and
cleaning up. Alex selects a shower next me which gives me a chance to
really study him as the water washes over him and his eyes are closed. He
is about my height, 6' or so, but leaner, he can't be any more than 160
pounds, 155 is more likely I think, but that doesn't mean he is skinny,
quite the contrary he is ripped. He has broad shoulders that taper down to
a slender waist and cute little butt that is busting out of his Speedos. As
he turns, you can see his pronounced "v" loins and just the faintest hint
of a happy trail that disappears in the Speedo. I can't think too deeply
about what the Speedo holds or my reaction will be all too obvious. I
luckily take my eyes off his crotch just as he opens his eyes and I marvel
again at how green they are. I am sure he isn't wearing contacts. He smiles
at me and he must know I was checking him out or maybe not, he still could
be just a nice, naïve kid. His eye brows are the same dirty blonde as his
hair so I am guessing his pubes will be the same. I close my eyes and stop
thinking about his pubes so my dick will stop growing because I can feel it
is. Ty Cobb batted .366, Roger Hornsby batted .358, Joe Jackson .356.......

"Tim," Alex's interrupts my surefire erection killer thoughts, "feel like
getting coffee or something? I could use an internal warm up too."

"Yeah, that sounds great," my cock has deflated enough to allow me to strip
off my suit and rinse it out.

I am rinsing the suit and trying to watch Alex out the corner of my eye. He
is definitely checking me out, but that alone isn't unusual all guys
compare and contrast with each other in the locker room. I suppose it is
how long of a look is where the line is drawn and Alex is getting an
eyeful, he has lifted his eyes off my cock for twenty seconds at least. I
drop my jammers, oops, clumsy me, I turn my back to Alex, bend over and
pick them up, damn I am awful. When I hang the jammers on the rail to
finish my shower, Alex has noticeably chubbed in his tiny Speedo. Maybe I
have my answer, maybe I don't, Alex is still young enough at 19 or 20 years
old to respond to any stimulation.

I grab my jammers, "I'm getting dressed."

I decide not to embarrass Alex with his semi, so I am going to give him a
chance to 'compose' himself before he takes off his Speedo and rinses it
out. When he joins me in the locker room, he is considerably calmed down,
but still blushes when I smile at him. We dry and dress and decide to go to
Sacred Grounds Coffee House, it is close to campus.

"Where did you park Tim?"

"I didn't, I walked over here."

"Really?" Alex cocks his head and furrows his brow, "wow, I didn't realize
you are that close."

"Yeah, Fulton and 6th, that tall condo complex, feel free to stop by
anytime. And anytime you want a quiet place to study or just get away from
campus, you are more than welcome. We have a rooftop pool too, when the
weather gets nicer."

"That sounds cool, thanks. There are times I just need to get away from it
all."

We walk down to Sacred Grounds, there is a definite chill in the winter
night in San Francisco, but it feels good after the workout and hot
shower. It is just before 9:30PM, I want to sleep at some point so I order
hot green tea, and get a large water, Alex being young gets a double
latte. I wouldn't be able to sleep at all if I had caffine this late.

We talk in general about him. I find out he lives in Phelan Hall, also on
Fulton, maybe a mile from my place. He is in the Business school majoring
in quantitative analytics and he really likes both the school and the city
of San Francisco. I ask him what he likes about the university.

"I really like a Catholic university," he blushes a little and continues
quickly, "I like to think I am a good Catholic boy even if I don't agree
with everything the church teaches."

His color deepens, but I don't press on which teachings he is in
disagreement.

"And it isn't just that it is Catholic," Alex goes on, "but that is feels
like a family, the school is really small, less than 5,000 students in the
general student body and less than 1,500 in the business school so smaller
than my high school."

The more we talk, the more interesting Alex gets. He is from Los Angeles
like me and went to Loyola High School where he played water polo and
swam. Then we get to play the 'do you know' game and we find out we have
lots of acquaintances in the water polo and swim community, which isn't
surprising given how small those communities are.

Then the conversation turns to me.

"We've talked all about me Tim, tell me about you."

"What do you know already Alex?"

He blushes a little, "there are rumors you are rich, which is why the
Director of the Koret Center asked us to be accommodating when you wanted
to swim."

"Anything else?" I ask with a smirk on my face.

"So maybe I Googled you out of curiosity and found out you are involved in
a lot of charity events and a few of those events are gay, bi, lesbian
events, so....." he leaves the sentence hanging.

"You think I'm a lesbian!" I try to look shocked.

"Oh no, I saw tonight that isn't true," he blurts out before he thinks
about it and then looks up in panic as if he wasn't supposed to notice.

I laugh, "it's okay Alex, checking out the other guy is normal."

"You didn't stick around to check me out," he says with genuine curiosity.

"I did notice your Speedos were getting tighter in front and I didn't want
to embarrass you, besides, I figured it wouldn't be my only chance for a
peek."

"So you knew I was curious?"

"I've been wondering. I wasn't sure if you were just a friendly guy or if
there was more to it than met the eye. There is certainly nothing about
that screams gay, bi or even curious that is why I've treaded lightly. I
like you, you seem to be a nice guy."

"I am a nice guy actually," he smiles shyly, "and I am curious. I kinda
knew you were gay and I don't know any one that is gay that I would
consider normal....  no wait, that didn't come out right... I mean.."

I lift a hand to pause him, "you don't need to continue, I get what you
mean, I was the same way through high school and college, I wouldn't hang
out with an obviously gay guy because I didn't want to be labeled or outted
before I was ready to out myself."

"Okay, cool, mostly I just need someone to talk to, someone I can trust,
who won't judge me and can help me with what it is I feel."

"And you were staring at my crotch in the shower hoping to connect your
mind with it for answers," I tease with a big smile so he gets I am jerking
his chain a little.

Alex smiles back and drops his voice, "fine, so I am a little hormonal too,
hey I'm 19 and a virgin, give me a break."

"Just so you know, I am more than willing to help you figure things out, to
help you in any way I can to bring you some peace about who you are. And to
be up front, I am in some kind of a relationship right now, but it has been
open and my boyfriend Marco is in Italy for three months and we've agreed
that we can date while he is away, but when he comes back, we are likely to
pick up where we left off."

He absorbs it all. "I think it is cool you are in a relationship, that you
have someone you can be with. I want that too, but not any time soon I
think. I don't know, there is just too much that goes on in my life to have
a meaningful relationship and then there will be my family to deal with. I
think I would rather be out of college before I have to deal with them
knowing."

Time has gotten away from us, it is approaching midnight and Sacred Grounds
is closing. Alex and I stroll back up Cole Street to Fulton where I will go
right and Alex heads left.

"Need me to walk you home?"

I study Alex, is this a shy way of asking to spend the night, or does he
want more companionship just for the walk, or concerned about me on the
walk home. I'll just lay it out there.

"I think I am good walking home, but you are more than welcome to walk
along or come up and spend the night, but I am beat and I'll probably be
asleep in ten minutes."

Even in the dark I am see Alex's shy grin and blush, "okay, I just wanted
to be sure you got home alright."

"I appreciate that. If you'd like to come over Friday night or Saturday
night, I can always use the company and we can start talking about you."

"I'd like that, Tim thanks. I guess this is good night then."

He stands there awkwardly not quite knowing what to do next so he puts his
hand out. I take his hand, shake it and use it to pull him into me for a
hug. He is stiff at first, but quickly relaxes.

"Good night to you Alex Roe," and I plan a kiss on his cheek. He smiles a
goofy grin and nods goodnight and heads off to his dorm.

I turn and head down Fulton with a budding erection to deal with.


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


Alex texted me goodnight and asked if we could hang out Saturday. I text
back 'of course.'

I am looking forward to this time with Alex, I don't know where it is
heading, I mean it really has nowhere to go, but the fact that I've gotten
hard every time I've thought about him it probably a strong indication of
where I want it to go short term.

Now comes the hard part, where to take him to dinner? I don't want to
intimidate him so no Gary Danko and I don't want to go to a place I am too
regular where they will raise eyebrows because he isn't Marco so no
Bambino, Quince or Sotto Mare, maybe Alfred's it is dark and so discrete
they won't raise their eyebrows in front of me, just back in the
kitchen. And Alex can be semi casual; I'll text him to bring over khakis
and a dress shirt.

Saturday rolls around. I talked to Alex yesterday and told him I'd come get
him because he was going to have to have some changes of clothes depending
on what we wind up doing. He is ready at 2PM when I go get him, he is
outside Phelan Hall waiting. I like that, a lot of guys his age think 'I'll
get you at 2PM' means, 'hey 2:10 is no problem'.

"Hey Tim, you really didn't need to come get me," Alex smiles shyly as he
gets in the 4Runner, throwing his back pack in the back seat.

"Naw, I didn't want you to have to walk with all your stuff."

There is awkward silence driving back to my place, thankfully it is a short
drive. I think we are both apprehensive over what might happen later. I
know what I want, but don't want because it still feels like cheating, even
though technically it wouldn't be I can't shake the feeling. And I am not
sure what is going through his mind. He said he is a virgin, but what does
that mean to him, everyone has their own way of defining it. I know when I
was in high school a guy was a virgin until his first fuck with a girl, no
one, none of the guys at least, would have thought getting head or hand job
was 'losing your virginity'. It seems slightly different in the gay
community though, I know guys who talk about losing their virginity and
they trace that back to their first orgasm with a guy. So I guess I just
don't know where Alex is coming from, but I guess I'll find out sooner or
later. My cell starts ringing to break the silence.

"Hey Bryce," I answer since caller ID tells me that is who it is.

"Timmy, what up? Madison and I are bored can we come over and hang?"

"Yeah, I think that would be cool actually, I've got someone for you guys
to meet."

As I hang up I glance at Alex who looks startled and a little concerned.

"Relax, these are nice Jesuit high school boys, one is a senior and the
other a soph."

Alex does relax a little, "oh good, not gay then."

"Oh no, they are boyfriends, but that doesn't mean they aren't good Jesuit
boys," I say with a slight smirk.

"Oh," and Alex goes silent again.

"What?" I enquire.

"I dunno, I mean no one knows I have these feelings and I just don't
feel...." He trails off.

"You don't feel good about them? You feel guilty? Less Catholic?"

"Something along those lines, I feel bad in the presence of godly or church
people."

"Relax Alex, I know Catholics aren't big on quoting Scripture, but I was
raised Protestant and we are really big on it. 'All have sinned and fall
short of the glory of God', you can be in the presence of the Pope and know
that applies to him too. He puts his pants on like the rest of us. These
two guys who are coming over were just like you a year ago or less. They
felt guilty, alone, dirty; all the kinds of emotions you are going through
and now they believe God loves them as they are and they aren't alone
anymore. One of them could even wind up at USF in the fall. And trust me,
Most Holy Redeemer and Mission Dolores both have more than their share of
gay parishioners, even in positions of leadership and no one at the
archdiocese blinks an eye."

We dip into my garage as Alex digests what I've said. We take the elevator
to my condo and the standard 'whoa' is his response.

"Sweet digs Tim, you have the whole floor?"

"Yeah, c'mon let me give you the grand tour before the boys show up."

I take him on a tour of the place, in my bedroom we drop his back pack and
I have him take out his dress shirt and slacks and hang them up so they
won't get too wrinkled. The size of my bedroom and master bath blows him
away. And he likes the rest of the condo in general too. We are just
finishing the tour when my phone lets me know Bryce and Madison are
here. Bryce steps off the elevator first and as he moves to the side,
Madison jerks back.

"Alex!"

Alex turns crimson, but manages a weak smile, "uh hi Madison."

Bryce looks curious and looks back at his boyfriend like, 'how to you know
this hottie'.

I look back and forth between Madison and Alex hoping one will explain.

Madison speaks up first, "umm, Alex is a friend of Taylor's, I kind of
thought they were..."

Taylor is Madison's sister who is a sophomore at USF like Alex, it never
occurred to me they might know each other.

Alex laughs and shakes his head, 'oh no, we're just study buddies and she
talks to me when I am working sometimes. Why has she said something?"

"No, I just got the idea when she was talking about you, it was more than a
passing fancy. So I guess you are.... Ummm.....  I mean..."

"He is working through it guys just like you two have had to do," I
interject. "Let's go sit on the terrace and chill a little, we can talk and
you guys can tell Alex what you've discovered this last year or so."

Bryce and Madison sit on one end of the couch, Bryce lays back into Madison
who wraps his arms around him. Alex sits on the other end of the couch
Indian style and I take one of the chairs opposite them. We start talking
and I kind of lead a questioning of Bryce and Madison so they can tell
their stories to Alex.

"It was on this couch that I came out to Tim.....  and I kissed Tim," that
draws a whack on the back of the head from Madison, "hey I didn't even know
you were gay then."

"I know, I just like to remind you," and Madison kisses the spot he whacked
Bryce and then Bryce turns around for a real one; not a long kiss or even
overly passionate, but it is cute still and Alex is obviously affected by
it.

"Damn," he says softly, "I've never really seen two guys kiss, but it looks
so natural and sweet and normal with you two."

We continue talking; both Bryce and Madison lay out the range of emotions
they went through trying to find their way. Madison talks about the
experience at the Castro gym and meeting Greg who had gone to Norte Dame
and how his older brother reacted and how his family has been even though
officially nothing has been said. The time spins by and before we know it
it is close to 6PM and dark out and Alex is noticeably more relaxed, the
dialogue has flowed back and forth. Bryce and Madison go to say their
goodbyes and each gives Alex a long hug goodbye and they exchange cell
phone numbers and promise to get together soon.

After the boys leave we head back to the master bedroom to get dressed for
dinner.

"Did you want to shower or anything Alex?"

He smiles and contemplates it, "no, I am good I think, but you can?" His
smile now suggests he wouldn't mind watching me while I do.

"Naw, I am good too," he looks disappointed, "but maybe before bed." And
that brightens him up.

We get to Alfred's right on time and it is busy, even for a
Saturday. Normally I am a rib eye person, but at Alfred's I am a sucker for
the Tuscan T-Bone alla Fiorentina, it really does remind me of
Florence. When Alex asks me what he ought to get, I think he is being
polite, not wanting to cost me too much, but I tell him if he loves steak
to get the Chicago Bone in Rib Steak. We also order the ravioli as one of
the sides. That is one of the reasons I love this place and Original Joe's,
steak with ravioli just seems so decadent.

After a great meal we get back home it is still pretty early.

"Do you drink Alex?"

"Not really, not because I don't like to, but because I don't have much of
a chance. The school is ultra tight on drinking in the dorms and there is
where most of my friends live. Why?"

"I was thinking of getting a bottle of wine, sitting on the lanai and
enjoying the evening."

"Yeah, that sounds cool, but won't it be too cold out there?"

I have a fireplace and heaters so it can be downright toasty sometimes."

"Well, yeah sure then, let's."

I grab a bottle of 2006 Chappellet Chardonnay, two glasses and head back to
the master bedroom.

"Hey, I thought we were going to the porch?"

"Lanai, and we are, just the one off my bedroom though."

"Oh. Okay."

We walk back into the master bedroom and I put down the bottle of wine and
start to strip off my shirt, Alex looks a little confused or startled.

"You didn't want to go back out later did you?"

"No, no I just...."

"Well then get comfortable."

I finish getting my shirt off, toss it into my closet, undo and remove my
belt, hang it up and drop my dress slacks, peel my dress socks so I am just
in boxers now. I glance up at Alex who is just removing his socks and is
showing obvious tenting in his boxers, but he doesn't really try to hide it
and I don't pretend to not see it. I smile, he blushes and shrugs his
shoulders.

I toss him a terry robe, "here, you might want this," and I grab one for
myself.

I take the wine bottle, hand the glasses to Alex and lead him to the lanai
by the hand. His hand is warm and soft. I settle on the couch and Alex sits
down on the couch too, but a ways away from me.

"Is that where you want to sit really?"

His blush tells me it isn't, but he doesn't answer, he just slides
closer. I pour the Chardonnay and hand him a glass.

I toast him, "here's looking at you kid," in my best Bogart. Alex smiles
and clinks my glass. He lays back into me tentatively and I pull him in
tighter, reassuringly and he seems to relax a little more. My left arm is
draped around him and his right arm is now resting on my leg. I turned the
music outside on low to KKSF, San Francisco soft Jazz. We sip the wine in
silence, but it isn't awkward like in the drive over, it is one of those
comfortable times when no one really needs to talk. I polish off my wine
and now encircle Alex with both arms. He sighs and puts his glass down,
leans into me even more and the fingers on his right hand start to trace
small circles on my leg, inside my robe. The touch is light and gentle,
almost ticklish and most definitely sensual. My reaction is almost instant
as my cock starts to grow. I wonder if he knows the reaction he is getting
from me, if it is deliberate and what his reaction might be right now.

I undo the cord on his robe and open it a little so I can slip in my right
hand run it on his stomach and thumb his belly button. I see his
reaction. It is a fully hard erection straining to bust out of his boxers
and a dark spot where he has been pre-cumming. So yeah, I am going with
'deliberate' or at least conscious.

My mind is racing at a million miles an hour, do I take this moment to its
natural conclusion or can I still back off and stay loyal to Marco despite
our open agreement.

"We are getting close to the point of no return Alex," the sound of my own
voice startles me.

He looks up and smiles a crooked smile, "I know."

"Alex, are you sure this is what you want? I mean, you are a virgin, don't
you want some guy nearer your age, someone who can......" I can't come up
with the words.

"No Tim, I want you to show me the ropes. I know the deal with you and
Marco, I know this isn't the start of a relationship. I just know I am
ready."

And with that he looks up at me. Leaning down slowly until my lips touch
his seems like the natural thing to do. His lips are soft, warm, moist and
trembling slightly. Slowly they part and his tongue seeks mine. He is shy
but eager. I nip at his tongue a couple of times and then trap it and suck
it hard, Alex moans into my mouth and turns his body into mine. His robe is
open, but not mine so I undo the cord, Alex lifts his body until my robe is
open, then he settles back down onto me as I open his robe around us and
slip my hands inside and around his body, caressing his back. I can feel
his muscles move as he squirms and undulates on me. He grinds his cotton
covered cock into mine, while we kiss. We kiss for about ten minutes and it
just isn't comfortable on the couch so I break off the kiss and sit Alex
up.

"C'mon," I take his hand and lead him into the bedroom to the bed. At the
edge I drop my robe and slip his off too and proceed to kiss him again. He
steps in closer and I feel his erection pressing into mine. My hands slide
inside his boxers, grip his cheeks and pull him tighter. I break with his
lips to attack his neck. He moans at the new sensation, 'oh fuck', he
whispers. My hands in his boxers push down, slipping his boxers down
too. Alex lifts the front of his boxers, over his erection and they drop to
the floor. He next helps me out of mine and I fall back onto the bed and
pull Alex to me, we scoot up to the head of the bed, Alex is now positioned
in between my legs, the kissing goes back to slower and gentler again and
Alex's thrusts are slower and more deliberate too. I still haven't really
seen his erection yet, nor felt it since we've been kissing this whole time
so I roll Alex to his back and start kissing his neck again.

As my lips and tongue move to his very hard nipples, I lick and nip and
bite and flick them. Alex shudders. I glance down to his cock, while I do
this and it is damn near perfect, probably 6 1/2", ramrod straight
surrounded by a light brown tuft of hair. It is nicely proportioned too,
just thick enough for my thumb and forefinger to encircle and uncut, which
I didn't find out until my right hand grasped it and the skin moved over
the top as I started a slow stroke.

I spend a few moments on his chest before moving down to take him in my
mouth. Alex writhes and thrusts up to meet my mouth, driving him deep in my
throat and my nose into his soft, brown pubic hairs. I hold down his hips
as I give him his first experiences. I edge him a couple of times before he
pulls me off and up. He is anxious to try his hand at it too. I can't tell
if he is intimidated by my hard cock or if he is just studying it. He
starts off slowly and as I look down at him his eyes are closed like a kid
starting an all day sucker. I hear him inhale deeply as he brings more of
his senses to the experience. Alex does a credible job, but he doesn't know
how to edge yet and he is getting me dangerously close to cumming.

"Back off now Alex unless you want a mouthful."

That just spurs him to pick up speed and it sends me over the edge.

"Oh gawd, I'm cumming."

Alex doesn't back off an inch. I shoot stream after stream of cum into his
mouth and he swallows it all like a champion. I am fully spent and he
finally relents so I pull him up on top of me again. We kiss some more as
he thrusts his cock over my rapidly rehardening cock. I've had him close
twice, but he is in control now I and can tell he is in no mood to back off
this time. Our kissing and his thrusts gain intensity and passion. I can
tell by his breathing he is getting close.

"Oh damn," he says in my ear as I feel ropes of cum exploding out of his
cock onto my stomach.

After emptying himself, he collapses down onto me.

"Wow, that was worth waiting for. Who knew?"

"So that was okay then?" I ask with a smile.

"That was perfect, everything I've fantasized about and then some."

My arms envelop him, stroke his back and I run my fingers through his hair
as he snuggles into me, his head on my chest. He is positively purring. As
his breathing slows down and starts to get regular I am afraid he'll fall
asleep like this and I want to clean up.

I tap his butt, "hey, let's go shower before we get stuck together."

"Mmm, I'm okay with that."

Now I slap his bare butt.

That gets a giggle, "okay, okay, are we going to shower together."

"Of course."

That seems to perk his interest. We get up and I take him into the master
shower and show him all the tricks in it, the Amazon Rainforest attachment,
the various other heads and handhelds. He doesn't seem very impressed or
interested.

"Just hold me."

I laugh and pull him back into me as the hot water hits us.

"Ah," he sighs, "do you know how many times I've thought about something
like this? Every time in high school I saw one of my teammates from water
polo or one of the cute football players in the shower I wanted to hold
them and let the hot water run over our bodies. I can't believe I'm doing
it now."

I pinch his bottom.

"Ouch, what was that for?"

"Just so you know you aren't dreaming of course."

"Oh you are a brat!"

After a long hot shower we wander back into the bedroom. I slip under the
covers and wait for Alex to follow me.

"We're sleeping naked?"

"Naturally."

"Naturally, is that how we are sleeping, like naked is naturally or
naturally we are sleeping naked?"

"Both, now get in here."

End of Chapter Fourteen