Date: Mon, 26 Sep 2016 17:24:12 -0700
From: Tim P <privatetimm@gmail.com>
Subject: Jordan's Tale - Chapter 21 Gay Male Adult Youth Section

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21 Jordan's Tale

By Tim Price

Payton was stupefied by scene in front of him.

Jordan had his eyes closed enjoying the blow job and Lance and Frank were
facing away from us so they didn't have any idea we were there. I nodded to
Payton to back out into the hallway.

"Fuck that was hot," was all Payton could say as I closed the door behind
us.

Payton's dick had leapt to attention and was now pointing at the ceiling. I
briefly toyed with the idea of having him fuck me again. I was pretty
worked up at the sight of Frank plowing Lance and also the tiniest bit
jealous too. I was happy that Lance was getting his first experiences with
Jordan and Frank though because I knew they were considerate partners.

"I need a drink," I muttered.

"Wanna make some coffee?" I asked looking over at Payton.

He just nodded.

We walked back to my bedroom first and put robes on. We could get Payton's
clothes later. I made some coffee for myself and Payton poured some milk
for himself. I was halfway through my second mug when Jordan came into the
kitchen where Payton and I were sitting at the island. He didn't have a
stitch of clothing on of course. Payton's eyes popped and Jordan walked
over to me, kissed my cheek and grabbed my coffee mug and took a deep swig.

"Good joe," he sighed contentedly, "we're gonna shower before breakfast and
church. Payton, you wanna come join us?"

I don't know how, but Payton's eyes bugged out even more. He blushed, but
nodded his speechless agreement.

"Four people, you better use my shower," I suggested to Jordan.

"Good plan," he acknowledged, raising an eyebrow, "that means we'll have
room for five."

I smiled at my favorite lecher, "I think even numbers work better and we
don't have that much time for breakfast and the 11:45AM mass."

Jordan shrugged with a wicked smile, "suit yourself, but I know Lance will
be disappointed."

"And me," Payton added quietly.

"Thanks, but you both know where I live, literally and figuratively."

"So I can... visit again?"

I smiled at the tall, rangy athlete, "any time for any reason."

Marco and I had lunch on Wednesday in Palo Alto and as he caught me up on
what was happening in his classes, I caught him up on the latest additions
to our slowly expanding support group. As I told him of my encounters with
Lance and Payton and then what I saw with Lance, Frank and Jordan; Marco
motioned our waiter over.

"Can we get boxes to go for these?" he asked the waiter.

After the waiter left to get the boxes I spoke up.

"We aren't even halfway done yet and you don't have class until 2:30PM..."

"That leaves us just enough time for you to fuck me once properly, me you
once and maybe a bonus in the shower..." Marco spoke urgently in a low
voice, "Those were hot stories and I can't have my little brother getting
laid more than me"

I threw $60 on the table for the $42 lunch tab because I had to get out of
there before my rapidly expanding cock became too obvious. Luckily the
condo was just around the corner from NoLA, where we had lunch. If we had
driven someplace I'd have probably just found a quiet parking lot because
the more I thought of Marco and me the more urgent my need became.

Marco left the condo at 2:10PM to get to class and I was contemplating if I
wanted to go back to the office or not. The idea of just throwing on some
shorts and a t-shirt to drive back home was awfully appealing, rather than
putting my work clothes back on. Plus I was wiped out from a particularly
vigorous ninety minutes of love making with Marco. I had fun with the boys,
but Marco was so well tuned to my body it was phenomenal. It was easy to
forget what value experience has.

In the end I called the office, explained to Dorothy I'd gotten sidetracked
at lunch and I asked were there any urgent matters on my desk. When she
said no, that sealed the deal for me. I threw on some board shorts I kept
in the condo, a St Ignatius Water Polo t-shirt and some flip flops and
headed home. Instead of taking the 280 to Highway 1 like I normally do to
get home I cut across Sharp Park Road to head to the coast. As long as I
was playing hooky, I might as well cruise up the coast and enjoy the
day. When Skyline turned into The Great Highway, which ran along the beach
in San Francisco I started thinking how long it had been since I'd been at
the beach despite how close I lived and that led to a thought about The
Pizza Place on Noriega. I hadn't been to Noriega's in a long time either
and a slice or two of pizza sounded really good right now.

As I sat there in the restaurant I was thinking back to when I'd met Bryce
there for pizza almost two years ago and he'd come out to me. He was so
worried about his life and would people like him if they knew he was gay
and all the normal worries of any gay teen with Catholic guilt piled on
top. He was a skinny freshman swimmer back then, now he was a star on the
varsity swim and polo teams. He'd been dating Madison for over a year and a
half and even with Madison away at school they were still a couple and both
were pretty serious about it.

I must have been thinking about more than that because a voice broke into
my conscious mind.

"Penny for your thoughts Tim," said the voice.

I looked up and there was Ronnie Schivo from Jordan's baseball team. Ronnie
was the one who'd been teased in the shower about "picking up the soap",
but told Jordan as they were dressing that if he dropped his soap, he'd
pick it up for him. I didn't get his "penny for your thoughts" comment
until I noticed I was about three fourths of the way hard and my board
shorts with no underwear did little to hide it.

Ronnie was dressed somewhat like me, he had on a St Ignatius Baseball
t-shirt, St Ignatius shorts and running shoes and looked incredibly cute,
which must be why I blurted out.

"Why I was thinking of you of course."

Ronnie turned beet red and was flummoxed at first, but slowly grinned and
regained his composure.

"Well then what do you intend to do about it?" was his stunning reply.

I started to choke on my bite of pizza. His grin told me he was pretty
pleased with himself for turning the table on me. I decided to play it off
and change topics.

"So what bring you down here?"

He pulled off his backpack and sat in the chair across from me.

"I just got done with pre-season baseball lifting and I thought I'd come
grab some pizza."

"Won't that spoil your dinner?"

"It kind of is my dinner. My parents are going out tonight so I am on my
own. What are you doing?"

"I was on my way home from work and I thought I'd stop by the beach and
grab a slice or two. Jordan has his study group tonight so maybe I'll grab
a couple of pies and take them home for the boys to snack on."

"Sounds like fun."

There was a pregnant pause.

I decided to throw out something and see where it went.

"If you wanted to get your pizza to go you could come hang out with me
until everyone else shows up and then do some studying with the freshman."

Another pause as Ronnie either made calculations or a decision.

"If you are sure that's cool...  I mean if they don't mind a sophomore
invading their group."

"I'm sure it's cool. Just order three pizzas, two for the group and you and
I can split the other one."

Ronnie smiled a sly, shy smile, "yeah that sounds cool...  if you are sure
you want me."

I let that one slide too.

We chatted about baseball, school, the beach, just general stuff until the
pizza pies were ready and we loaded them in the backseat of my BMW and
drove the short ways back to my condo. We got back and I was putting two
pizzas in the refrigerator and getting plates for Ronnie and me for our
pizza.

"I am little gamey from the workout, do you mind if I shower first?" Ronnie
asked.

"Not at all, you know where my bathroom is and there are towels in there;
use any one in the cabinet."

Ronnie headed down the hall towards my room and bathroom and I set the
plates on the island, got some napkins and silverware just in case he
wanted it.

"Tim," Ronnie called down the hall, "can you help me with these
showerheads?"

I know my shower looks complicated, but it really isn't, it is just like
any other except there are three separate controls for the different
heads. I couldn't imagine what was confusing him. When I got to my bathroom
I decided nothing. Nothing was confusing Ronnie at all.

He stood by the shower door wearing nothing but a smile. A smile and a dick
that was mostly hard.

I smiled back at him as I appraised his naked form. At the end of baseball
last summer he was under 5' and 100 pounds with a slender cock that was
probably less than five inches. The runt of the baseball group despite
being fourteen then; now, nearly eight months later, he was a little
taller, probably 5'2" or 3" now, a little more filled out, 115 pounds maybe
and a cock that was no longer slender, nor under five inches. I am not
saying it was massive, but it was at least as thick and as long 6'1"
Payton's cock, so on Ronnie it looked bigger.

Ronnie obviously saw me given him the once over, but he wasn't embarrassed;
quite the contrary, his cock continued to rise.

"So what help do you need with the showerhead?" I asked smirking.

"I need you to hold one of them on my back and wash it for me. I just can't
reach it."

I studied him for a moment. His expression was hopeful and uncertain, like
maybe he'd made a miscalculation.

"Fine," I said finally.

I kicked off my flip flops and stepped into the shower and turned on the
two handheld heads.

Ronnie, who was still outside the shower, looked unhappy.

"Aren't you going to take off your clothes?"

I stepped back out of the shower and gave Ronnie a sorrowful look.

"I would, but my shoulders are sore and tired from working out, I can't get
my clothes off."

Now Ronnie looked confused and unhappy.

"Maybe you could help me," I said quietly.

Ronnie opened his mouth, but no words came out so he quit trying to speak
and just smiled broadly as he stepped closer to me. He put his hands under
my shirt on either side of me and ran them up my side slowly, feeling me as
he went along. As the hands rose higher, so did the t-shirt. When the shirt
got to my shoulders I raised my hands and arms and let Ronnie push the
shirt over my head and off. At the very end he was standing so close to me
I felt his erection pushing into me.

With my shirt off and Ronnie already close, I wrapped my arms around him
and pulled him closer. He wrapped his arms around me too. When he looked
up, I knew he wanted to be kissed so I bent my head down and kissed him. A
couple of gentle pecks on his lips, then I pressed in harder and sent my
tongue in search of his. His lips parted, allowing me entrance. I slid my
hands down his smooth back to caress his bottom. Ronnie moaned and crushed
his hard cock harder into my loins. He broke the kiss for a breathless
question.

"Can we skip the shower for now?"

"Yeah," I leered at him, "let's get really dirty first"

Ronnie stepped back and slowly pulled the drawstring on my board shorts
until the knot popped. He unlaced them and ripped the Velcro fly apart
unhurriedly. When it was fully opened he let my trunks drop to the floor
and my cock that had been hardening steadily for the last three minutes
sprung up. He whistled at the sight then smiled as I led him to my bedroom.

For the next ninety minutes or so Ronnie and I wrestled and rolled around
on the bed exploring each other's body. It was pretty clear this wasn't
Ronnie's first rodeo, even so I was surprised when he pinned me to my bed,
coated my cock with lube and sat back on it. I slipped easily inside of him
and he undulated his hips up and down while he leaned back; ramming me deep
inside him with each downward motion. Eventually I took over, rolling him
to his back and lifting his legs high for maximum penetration. Ronnie
didn't just like it, he relished it.

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming," he gasped and he hadn't even touched himself yet.

Sure enough, long ropes of cum spewed out of his cock as it spasmed up and
down. The sight was hot enough to push me over the edge. I shot three solid
into him before I pulled out to let the next two shots land on his belly to
mix with his own spunk and the final squirts to dribble over his cock,
balls and in his pubes.

"Crap that was good," Ronnie sighed, "I haven't been fucked that good in a
long time."

When Ronnie saw my raised eyebrow he continued.

"Oh yeah, I've been getting lucky since the end of 7th grade, but that was
great."

"How lucky have you been on top?" I inquired.

"No complaints," he grinned, "wanna find out?"

As it turns out I did. Despite his size, just a bit over five inches, but
not quite five and a half, and an appropriate girth; Ronnie turned out to
be a pretty skilled top that had me ready to shoot in a little more than
ten minutes.

"I think we are dirty enough now for that shower," I panted as my breath
came back to me.

Ronnie and I were in the shower luxuriating under the hot water. He was
leaning back into me with his eyes closed so he didn't see Jordan come into
my bathroom. Jordan's eyes popped at first then he quietly backed out to
reappear with Frank a few seconds later. My hands were caressing Ronnie,
who had a semi going on. With one hand I indicated for Jordan and Frank to
strip. When they were both naked I motioned them to come quietly into the
shower.

They slipped in the shower and got behind me. Frank was already at full
attention and Jordan was getting there. I started to massage Ronnie's
shoulders and he was still oblivious to the fact we weren't alone in the
shower. I was massaging both of Ronnie's shoulders; I removed my left hand
and indicated for Jordan to take over. Once he had the left hand going I
let him take over the right as well as I stepped away.

Finally I indicated to Jordan to pull Ronnie back into him. The minute
Ronnie backed in and felt Jordan's erection poking in his bottom and
recognized that it was no longer the six foot tall me but someone else much
closer to his size behind him Ronnie started and opened his eyes in
surprise and turned. The surprise didn't throw Ronnie for a loop long.

"Well lookie here," he drawled, "and I didn't even have to drop any soap."

Ronnie turned his back to Jordan again and pushed his diminutive ass cheeks
into Jordan's hard-on, which was now fully formed.

"You come on around front here Bisignani," Ronnie commanded Frank, who
quickly complied and burrowed his ass into Ronnie as Ronnie's ass was into
Jordan.

"It's five o'clock so remember guys will be showing up by six thirty or so
and you all probably want to be fully dried by then. You can use my
bedroom."

The three St Ignatius boys, who were all smiles and giggles, dried off
headed for my bedroom. I dried off and headed for the panic room so I could
watch for a bit on the cams in my bedroom.

With Ronnie on his back and Frank and Jordan on either side, the boys
didn't waste any time. They took turns kissing Ronnie and feeling his
body. Ronnie for his part didn't know which way to turn first. Jordan was
draped on one side with his sizable dick resting on one hip, the other hip
had Frank's sizable cock resting on it. Ronnie felt both of them in turn
while Frank and Jordan took turns feeling and checking out Ronnie's
dick. Jordan looked at Frank and nodded, which Frank understood to mean he
could have first dibs.

Frank lowered his head over Ronnie's hard cock and swallowed him whole,
just like I'd done a couple of hours previously. Ronnie moaned and arched
up. The poor kid had to be sensitive and somewhat spent, but he didn't make
any move to discourage Frank. In fact, to the contrary he said something to
Jordan that the camera couldn't pick up, but the request Ronnie made became
quickly apparent. Jordan got up on his knees near Ronnie's head and Ronnie
leaned over, pulled down Jordan's dick from the full upright position and
swallowed it down.

I watched until Ronnie came in Frank's mouth and Jordan in Ronnie's, but I
was pretty spent myself so I cleaned up my mess I made in the watching the
scene on camera and let the system record what followed. I could use that
for tonight's jack before bed session.

I was out in the kitchen eating some pizza with a glass or wine and was
surprised when the three teens showed up about thirty minutes later. I
figured they'd push it all the way up until the other boys started arriving
for the Wednesday study session.

"Ronnie's spending the night," was Jordan's answer to my unasked question
as he grabbed a piece of pizza.

"Yeah," confirmed Frank as he grabbed a piece, "more time to recover."

Ronnie blushed at the open talk, but was smiling ear to ear.

The next day, Friday morning, since I wasn't going into Palo Alto, I
decided to go over to USF to get my swim in. As luck would have it Alex was
one of the guards on duty so I got to catch on him and Nick Garza from
Bambino's and see if they were still an item. Alex's shy, sly smile when I
asked confirmed the answer was yes.

"Nick is my ideal boyfriend," Alex explained, "we like the same things and
he is a bro, you know what I mean? When we are out to eat and stuff like
that we look like just dudes hanging out, but behind closed doors he is
sweet, affectionate and full of energy. I know that sounds bad...  some
people think we should be affectionate out in public, but that just isn't
me."

"There is no need to apologize Alex. You and Nick don't need to please
anyone but yourselves. There is no right or wrong way to be a couple when
it comes to that stuff."

We chatted a bit longer; Alex wanted Marco and I to go on a double date
with them sometime, which sounded like fun. I agreed to check with Marco on
when he was in town or said that he and Nick could come down to Palo Alto
for the weekend to join Marco and I down there. Alex smiled a strange
little smile and I knew he was running possible scenarios of what could
happen on such a weekend. I hadn't really thought about that when I
extended the invite, but as I thought about it, the idea intrigued me too.

I swam longer than I had intended so I didn't have time to shower at USF, I
just changed out of my Jammers into some mesh athletic shorts. I wanted to
be home no later than 8:15AM in case Dillon Murphy was a little early. As
it happened Dillon was early, but only a couple of minutes.

"Mmmm, you smell like bleach," he said as he stepped back from hugging me.

"Yeah," I laughed, "I just got back from the pool and I didn't have time to
shower."

"I think it's kinda sexy," Dillon growled as he leaned back into me, "you
can shower now and I'll scrub the spots you can't reach."

I laughed again, "always a one track mind. How about we sit down for now
and you tell me about your experience you wanted to tell me about."

"Fine," he huffed.

I sat on the couch and Dillon sat on the couch near me, but not right on
top of me, and he was sitting Indian style as he began his story. While he
started through the preliminaries of his story I got to look him over. I'd
seen him on and off over the past few months because his family was so
involved with St. Ignatius and Sts. Peter and Paul, but this was the first
time I'd gotten to really look at him and study him since our encounters
last summer.

His dirty blonde hair had gone darker in the absence of summer sun to
interact with the pool chlorine; he'd gained a couple of inches in height
and filled out a bit over the past six months. My mind made an unconscious
leap to speculating on if his dick had filled out a bit more as well. But I
had to focus back on what he was saying.

"The first time we met," Dillon was saying, but had I missed the name of
the guy?

"I'm sorry Dillon," I interrupted, "but what was his name again?"

"Aren't you listening?" Dillon sighed, a little exasperated, "His name is
Reese and he is seventeen."

"Sorry," I smiled at him, "I was admiring your body and how you've filled
out."

I knew that would please him and it did, he blushed and squirmed a little.

"Well that's okay then," he grinned, "but pay attention now."

"I met him online at Stickam and then found out he lived in San Francisco
so we agreed to meet."

When my eyebrow shot up, Dillon explained.

"I know, I know, he could have been a liar or a psycho, blah blah blah, but
I knew he was young, so I wouldn't have cared if he was really nineteen or
twenty or whatever and he seemed completely normal so I agreed to meet him
at the soccer fields at Golden Gate Park. Anyway so we met and I thought he
was nice, so we met a couple more times at the park. The second time we met
he kissed me goodbye and I thought that was sweet. Then one night on
Stickam we went private and got naked; we wound up jacking off with each
other and came. About a week later he said his parents were going to be
gone all day Saturday, did I want to hang out."

Dillon paused and looked at me with a huge grin.

"I was born at night, but not last night so I knew he was inviting me over
to fuck around. I was perfectly fine with that since he was hot, had a nice
body, a nice dick and was a cool guy too. So I met him at the park and we
drove over to his house. When we got there he asked me what I wanted to do
and I shrugged and said, `see your room I guess'. We went to his room, I
looked around it a little, being polite and all that, like that was what I
was interested in, and then I lay down on his bed. He grinned and even
though we were alone in the house he closed and locked his door and lay
down next to me. We started to kiss a little, but it got hot pretty quickly
and within five minutes we were both completely naked and he was blowing
me."

I had to push down a growing boner and cross my legs at Dillon's hot little
tale. He noticed and grinned even wider, but continued his story.

"That Saturday all we did was blow each a couple of times, then I found out
his parents are both realtors which means they were gone every Saturday; so
pretty much every Saturday since then Reese and I have been hooking up and
trying more stuff. Finally in the middle of an especially hot humping
session Reese asked me if he could fuck me for real. I was so hot to trot I
knew it was time so I said yes. I lay on my stomach and Reese put a pillow
under my hips to raise my butt a little. He lubed me up really good and
slowly slid himself inside of me. Yeah it hurt at first, but after a couple
of minutes it wasn't so bad and we both had an awesome time."

Dillon ended his story there and I knew I was completely hard and more than
a little bit jealous of Reese. Luckily I had my right hand in my lap
keeping my erection pushed down. Being in mesh athletic shorts with no
underwear on I knew that if I wasn't forcing it down my shorts would look
like a circus tent.

Dillon sat there looking at me, smiling and not saying anything. I figured
that meant there was more on his mind.

"Yes?" I asked.

He blushed, looked down and then looked back up at me.

"I can tell you liked my story," he started uncertainly, "and since I am no
longer a virgin..."

Dillon stopped there and let the statement and his voice trail off. He was
asking me to fuck him, which I was more than willing to do, especially in
my current state, but I wanted him to understand some things too.

"You know my philosophy on anal sex..."

"Yeah," he interrupted me, "it is special and blah blah blah..."

He did such a good imitation of me I couldn't help but laugh.

"Right, it is special and just because you aren't a virgin anymore doesn't
mean you should become a skanky old `ho now. You still need to choose
partners carefully and it should stay special."

"I think you are special Tim," Dillon breathed as he slid closer to me,
"don't you think I'm special?"

As Dillon slid next to me he placed his left hand on top of my right
one. As his fingers curled over the side on my hand that brought his finger
tips in contact with my still hard cock with just thin mesh between his
flesh and mine. There was no surprise in his eyes so I suspected he found
what he was expecting. There was no surprise in me when he started to use
the fingers to gently brush them on my hard shaft. After a few seconds when
I made no move to stop or inhibit him he moved my right hand and wrapped
his left hand fully around my cock. While doing that he moved his face to
mine and I knew he wanted a kiss, which I happily granted him.

The kiss was slow and deliberate as was his motion on my cock. He wasn't
jacking my cock in the shorts, more like a slow caress. The kiss became
deeper and that was when Dillon momentarily released my dick, but that was
only so he could move aside the fabric and caress me flesh to flesh. I knew
where this was ending and I was actually okay with it. To that end I
unsnapped the button on Dillon's shorts, zipped down his fly and slipped
both my hands down his back to inside his boxers and shorts to squeeze his
buns. When one of my middle fingers found its way to his pucker for a
little caress he moaned deeply and shivered.

"I guess that is a yes then," he whispered.

I didn't answer, but I did push down his boxers and shorts as far as they
would go. Dillon, without breaking our kiss, stood up to let his clothes
fall all the way to the ground where he stepped out of them. He removed my
mesh shorts, with my cooperation, and then straddled me so our two cocks
were now crushed between us. The kissing picked up in intensity. Dillon
lifted up his body and then sat back down, forcing my cock out straight in
between his legs. He undulated forward and back for a bit. When he reached
back to pull my dick up straight I think he was intending to sit on right
then and there.

"Let's do this the right way," I said breaking off the kiss.

I lifted Dillon off my lap and stood up. I pulled off his shirt and then
mine and led him down the hall to my bedroom. While he flopped onto the bed
I stopped at the nightstand and pulled out some lube. Joining him in the
middle of the bed I rolled him to his back and resumed kissing him. I
pulled off his lips and moved to his neck, where I licked and sucked, but
was careful not to leave marks. Dillon for his part moaned and thrust up
into me. I continued to kiss down his body, pausing on his nipples to lick
and nibble eliciting more moans and upward thrusts.

As I came down his torso to his pubic hairs I noticed how many more he had
than the last time we'd gotten together, which was only about six months,
but he noticeably had more. He'd turned thirteen in the interim time so was
fully into growth spurts now. Not only was he a couple of inches taller and
fifteen or twenty pounds heavier, his cock had also grown. It was just a
little under six inches now and much thicker than the first time we'd
hooked up back in August at the JO's. I wasted no time in going to work on
it.

After a suitable time at bobbing, licking, stroking and rubbing Dillon's
new and improved cock I started my slow kiss down his thigh, pausing to
lick and take both balls into my mouth, but soon lifted them out of the way
as I moved my tongue to his taint. Dillon raised his legs even higher and
opened them some more, opening his waiting pucker to me. My tongue moved
around the mound of muscle and then plunged deep into the pink abyss. Like
a living creature with a mind of its own the hole pulsed as if trying to
pull the tongue in deeper.

When the opening was good and wet with saliva I got up on my knees and
replaced my tongue with my index finger and gently played with the opening,
barely penetrating it.

"What is it you'd like Dillon?" I quizzed the young teen.

"I want to learn all kinds of new stuff, but when we finish...  or when you
are getting ready to cum, I want to be on my back so I can see your face
and maybe kiss you when you are cumming in me."

"We can do that. Any special requests besides that?

"Well...," he began slowly, "you are pretty much bigger than Reese, so
maybe we can start in a begin in a newbie position so it won't hurt so
much?"

"Sure," I responded, "let's switch spot then."

I laid down where he had been and he got up to his knees beside me.

"Turn away from me on all fours."

Dillon complied and now his amazing butt was next to my side, I pulled his
hips back a bit and that opened his cheeks and exposed his O-ring to
me. Taking the bottle of lube I'd pulled from the nightstand drawer I
applied a generous dollop to my index finger and started to transfer it to
Dillon's sphincter, I smeared it along the outside and then slowly
penetrated him. He let out a low moan as my finger slid inside. I couldn't
tell if it was pleasure, pain or both.

"Are you okay bud?"

"Perfect," he croaked back at me.

"Let me know if it isn't perfect," I instructed, "and I can adjust. This is
a partnership. You tell me what feels good, what doesn't and we can
adjust."

"Yeah," was all he could manage.

Slowly I moved my index finger in deeper, one knuckle at a time, and then
pulled back and slid it back in again. Finally when I was all the way in
and his sphincter felt more relaxed I turned my palm up to seek his
prostate. When I heard a big groan, followed by a giggle, I knew I'd found
it.

"Ah," he giggled again, "you found my feel good button."

"I remembered where it was," I teased back.

I added a second finger and then a third, until I thought he was properly
stretched and ready to receive me.

"Okay Dillon, we are ready for the main event. I think you almost wanted to
sit on me when we were on the couch, but that might have been a disaster
with no lube and no prep, but now it should work well. So go ahead and
straddle me, position your hole over my dick and guide it in using your
right hand. That way you can control the rate of penetration. Lower
yourself slowly and let your body adjust to the invasion it is
feeling. When you are ready then you can lift yourself and then push back
down and you'll be the one in control of the depth and speed of the fuck."

Dillon nodded and did as I told him. It was a slow go at first and he
grimaced a bit as my head passed through the opening, but once it was all
the way in he easily sat back and let the entire shaft enter him, his butt
cheeks resting on my pubis. He wiggled a little side to side and then began
an up and down motion once he was comfortable. I let him go for several
minutes to make sure he was good and loose, but to make sure he wouldn't
cum too soon I stopped him.

"Okay, that is always a good warm up position and a good one for a
beginner. On your side with the guy on his side too and lifting one leg
high is another good warm up or beginner position that you might want to
use when you are breaking in new guys for you."

Dillon smiled at the thought of topping new guys and being the one to show
them the ropes.

"I have a few potentials in mind," he grinned at me.

"But let's move to a more advanced position," I went on, "climb off and go
kneel on the couch and have yourself facing the couch."

Dillon acknowledged me with an excited nod and did as he was told. He
looked amazing leaning into the couch with his back arched slightly and his
perfect round spheres facing me, parted and exposing his hole. I couldn't
spend long in this position or I'd explode in excitement after too short a
time.

"Oh my gawd Dillon, you have no idea how hot you look right now."

He giggled and wiggled his waiting ass. I reentered him easily as he was
well stretched now. I stayed standing as I shoved powerful thrusts into
him. Dillon moaned and let loose a few `oh fucks' at the sensation. I
wrapped my arms around his torso and kissed the back of his neck. This
caused Dillon to turn his head to me so we could kiss while I slammed in. I
backed off and pulled out when I knew I was getting too into it.

"Ah," he protested.

"I was getting too close," I explained, "that position was just too
hot. Let me sit down now."

Dillon climbed off the couch and I replaced him on it.

"Let's start with you sitting on me facing away and leaning away, then
after a little bit I'll pull you back in tight to me."

Again he followed direction; he leaned out even as he sat back on cock. I
grabbed onto his hip bones and began to thrust up into him, long, slower
penetrations. He had his hands on my knees as pushed up into him eliciting
more moans and `oh fucks'. A few minutes later I pulled him all the way
into my lap, encircled his body and picked up a little speed. That elevated
the `oh fucks' to `fuck yeahs'.

"Now I want you to lift your right leg high, spin and face me without my
cock coming out of you."

Dillon made that move so easily you would have sworn he was a
contortionist. With him facing me and me still deep inside we could kiss
while I penetrated and kiss we did. I slowed down my thrusting motions and
went from fucking him to making love. We spent a long time here because I
knew my next two positions would be the last until I'd recharged.

"I am going to stand up," I said after about fifteen minutes, "I want you
to wrap your arms around my neck and hang on and wrap your legs around me
too."

I stood, Dillon did as he was told, and I started to bounce him up and down
on my stiff dick; penetrating deeply each time as I did. Dillon groaned,
threw his head back and his eyes rolled up in ecstasy.

"This is great for in the shower," I explained.

"Or under the bleachers at a St. Ignatius basketball game because I don't
even have to take your jeans off," I whispered in his ear, "just pull them
down a little."

Dillon's head snapped forward, with the most evil, delighted grin on his
face.

"Kidding honey," I laughed, "just kidding."

"But we could," he squirmed, as his mind raced forward in the fantasy.

The fantasy played on my mind too and started to rev my libido, it was time
to move to the final act.

"Hang on, we are moving to the bed."

I walked to the bed with Dillon still clinging and my dick nestled deep
inside him. Once at the bed I climbed on and lay Dillon down and started to
kiss him. A few kisses into it and I started a slow in and out to begin
this final chapter. This was where Dillon had said he wanted to end so he
knew this was the last position and he picked up his intensity in the
kissing. As the kissing became more intense so my thrusts inside him became
more insistent.

I got to the point where I needed to break off the kissing so I could to
the best job in the love making department. As I straightened up I grinned
down at Dillon who grinned back up in turn. He was clearly having a good
time; dropping a few moans, groans and words here and there. I lifted his
hips a little higher so I could achieve maximum penetration as the pace
quickened. I nodded at Dillon who took the cue and started jacking himself
knowing I couldn't go on much longer.

Another two minutes went by before Dillon gasped, "oh kiss me now, I'm
going to blow!"

I leaned down, Dillon grasped my head and pulled it to himself. Not fifteen
seconds later he moaned into my mouth and I could feel the warm spurts of
his cum hitting my torso. It was so hot I erupted at the same time inside
him and did some moaning of my own. In twenty more seconds we were both
spent; physically and emotionally.

"Oh man that was intense Dillon! I hope I was better than Reese," I teased,
looking over at him lying next to me.

He looked like he was ready to burst in tears! Crap, I knew he wasn't ready
for this.

"Are you having regrets Dillon?"

He shook his head and the "ready to cry" look got worse.

"Well what is it then?"

"Do you promise you won't be mad at me," he stammered out.

"Why would I be mad at you?"

I was puzzled.

"Just promise me you won't be mad, even though I know you will be."

"I promise," I said gently, "just tell me what is going on."

Dillon looked me square in the eyes with puppy dog eyes, rimmed with
moisture.

"Reese never fucked me," he said flatly, "I wouldn't let him."

I wasn't really mad, but I did want an explanation.

"Reese and I were all hot and bothered," his narrative began, "I was on my
stomach with a pillow under my hips to raise my butt and Reese was humping
his hot cock in between my butt cheeks. That was when he asked me if he
could fuck me for real. I was so horny I almost said yes, but then I
thought of you and what you'd said about your first time should be
something special; with someone you loved and something you wanted to
remember the rest of your life. I just knew Reese wasn't that person."

Dillon paused, sighed and drew in a deep breath before continuing.

"At that instant I also knew that you were the one I wanted my first time
with. You were my special person. But I also knew you'd never agree to be
my first so I had to trickerate you. Are you mad at me? It was just awesome
you know...  fucking amazing actually."

I bolted upright, "I'm furious with you!" I almost shouted.

With that I pulled the startled, naked teen across my lap and laid a solid
spank on his adorable right cheek. It wasn't hard enough to really hurt,
but enough to sting a little. Dillon was stunned at first, but as he
processed what I said with how hard the slap was, he got a shy, sly grin on
his face.

"You are right to be furious with me," he said, his voice full of
contriteness, "I've been a very bad boy and you should punish me some
more."

I could feel his dick, which was on top of mine, starting to reinflate.

"I should be furious with you," I grumbled, "but you are too adorable to be
mad at. And this butt too perfect."

I squeezed and kneaded his cheeks a little while his cock got completely
hard again and mine followed suit.

"Aren't you going to spank me again," he pouted a little.

"Not today hun, but I never believe in wasting a good erection so I will
let you fuck me and we'll see if you learned anything."

Boy had he. For the next thirty minutes Dillon drilled me in about four
different positions. He was a stronger, more powerful top now than he'd
been six months ago and a supremely more confident one. We were so drained
from the two sessions that when we showered, it was just a shower. I took
Dillon out to lunch at a Chinese restaurant in Daly City, where I was
pretty certain we wouldn't run into anyone who knew either of us. Dillon
was the youngest of the guys who floated around our circle and was really
only around when David and Michael were too. I didn't want any awkward
situations or questions.

We went back to my condo after lunch and Dillon was remarkably subdued, or
at least for him. I thought he might hit on me for another round in the
bedroom before he had to leave, but instead he was content to talk. The
morning of sex seemed to have sated Dillon on the topic for now, but we did
sit and talk for a long time about being gay and bi and what all it
entailed. Dillon wasn't one hundred percent sure where his feelings were,
but he was content to wait it out. As he got ready to leave he gave me a
very long, firm hug that was more meaningful than the brief kiss that
followed.

"Thanks again Tim for not being mad, I really did have an awesome time."

"I'm glad. Anytime you need something from me though, honesty is still
best," I kissed him again and swatted his behind and he entered the
elevator.

It was ironic that the very next night Tommy Murphy, Dillon's little
brother showed up with Michael and David at my condo. Tommy was the curious
eleven year old who got to play a little with Michael and David in the
shower at the baseball party. That was eight months ago and like his
brother Dillon, Tommy was a little taller and a little thicker. I figured
he was probably twelve years old by now too.

"Tommy is spending the night," was Michael's only explanation.

We'd had a decent sized crowd last night of the gay teens who dropped by on
a regular basis so I knew that most had other plans tonight. I think only
Jordan and Frank were going to be around tonight, which I am guessing
Michael and David already knew.

"When Frank and Jordan get here we are going to go swimming," David
offered. "You can join us if you want."

"It's a little chilly tonight for me," I returned. "Are you guys staying
for dinner?"

"Yeah and maybe a movie," shrugged Michael.

These two were becoming more like Frank and Jordan all the time. You hardly
knew where one started and the other left off.

When Jordan and Frank arrived the five took off for the pool. I went ahead
and order Thai food from Tawan's Thai Food, which was the best in the area
and that was saying something with all the great Asian food in the Richmond
District. I knew all four of the regulars loved the food and I figured if I
got enough Thai chicken and pad thai, Tommy would be okay even if he didn't
like the curries.

The food arrived just before the boys got back from the pool. I was still
unpacking it as they piled out of the elevator.

"Can we use the shower in the maid's quarters Tim?" David asked innocently
enough.

Tommy was blushing already so I guessed they were planning on saving water
by all showering together.

"Sure," I approved, "and maybe you should all shower at once to save time
so the food won't get too cold."

Michael suppressed a giggle by coughing and Tommy did giggle.

"No, we'll shower separately so it'll take at least thirty minutes
probably," David deadpanned.

As if I believed him. Tommy obviously did though because he looked
disappointed, but didn't say anything.

After they were gone to the maid's room Frank spoke up, "are we going to
watch them or what?"

Frank was the only person besides Jordan and Marco who knew about the panic
room and the cameras throughout the condo.

"What kind of question is that," I admonished Frank, who quickly looked
chastened, "of course we are!"

By the time we hustled into the panic room and clicked on the correct
camera the three pre-teens were already naked and mostly erect. David was
turning on the shower.

"Do we really have to shower separately?" Tommy asked in a bit of a whine.

Michael cuffed him gently on the back of head, "no dufus, it is so we can
fool around in the shower for thirty minutes and they won't come bother
us."

"Yipee!" Tommy squealed, jumping up and down as he did. His now fully hard
cock bobbed up and down as he did. Like all the boys in the last eight
months, Tommy had grown; not just in height and weight, but his cock had
grown longer and thicker too. I wasn't the only one who noticed.

"Damn Tommy," Frank blurted, "you've gotten a lot bigger boy. Are you still
measuring it?"

"Un hunh, after the baseball party I went home and measured and I was four
inches and eight tenths. I measured again before coming over today and I
was five inches and three tenths!"  Tommy beamed.

"It feels thicker too," Michael teased as he reached over and took Tommy's
cock into his hand.

"Oh gawd," Tommy gurgled before recovering to reach over and feel Michael
as well. "You are bigger too."

David turned sideways to reach in the shower and turn it off, when he did
we got the first look at his erection. I didn't know if Frank and Jordan
and fooled around with David and Michael before, but I got my answer when
Jordan spoke up.

"Damn Frankie, your little bro is almost as big as you and Mikey isn't far
behind."

So I guessed they hadn't seen either boy's erection, but I had and both had
grown. David was easily over six inches now and Michael looked like he was
just under. Both had noticeably more pubic hair now than at the baseball
party.

Meanwhile, back in the bathroom in the maid's quarters, Tommy is confused
and disappointed again, "aren't we going to shower together?"

David just rolled his eyes, "no the water will just get in the way and the
shower is awkward anyway. We are just gonna fuck around on the bed
instead...  if that is okay?"

Tommy didn't answer directly; he just flew into the bedroom and dove on
it. David slapped Michael on the ass to get him moving into the bedroom.

"But wait, Tommy asked, sitting up, "they won't hear the water
running. What if they come investigate?"

"Then they'll just have to wait their turn for this," David declared as
Tommy's hard cock disappeared into David's mouth."

"Aww fudge..."

So cute, Tommy couldn't bring himself to break the commandment against
swearing even as he broke two or three others lying on his back there.

"Atta boy Davy, take charge there," Jordan muttered as he watched.

"I'll show you taking charge," Frank countered as he pushed Jordan's swim
suit to the ground and stepped in behind him, driving his now hard cock
into Jordan's crack.

"Mmmm, I love a man in charge," Jordan cooed.

While we watched over the next twenty-five minutes David and Michael took
turns blowing Tommy, letting Tommy blow them and eventually all three
cumming on Tommy's tummy. In between there was all kinds of rubbing going
on, including a little pucker massage with a pecker, but no penetration
even though Tommy wanted them to.

"Your first time doing that Tommy should be with someone really special,
someone you love and something you'll never forget...  in a good way,"
David intoned.

Frank and Jordan immediately burst out laughing, "oh my gawd Timmy, you
even have Dave and Mikey on board!"

I was pretty pleased that I did actually. It is very easy for hormonal
youngsters to give into the moment and regret it later. I hoped Tommy would
find someone special for that if that was what his future held for him. Who
knows, it could be any of the four young guys in my condo right now who'd
be Tommy's first and his first love because nothing was guaranteed in their
young love lives either.

Now that they'd all cum and done as much exploring as they could in the
short time they had the three youngsters really did head for the shower to
clean up.

"You two go start the shower in my room and I'll go throw these cum rags in
the laundry room. We need to take a quick one and beat them back to the
Great Room."

So yes, Frank, Jordan and I all whacked off and came too watching the other
trio. There was a little bit of mutual assistance that went on as well.

We had just gotten comfortable in the Great Room when Michael, David and
Tommy reappeared looking flushed, but otherwise very happy.

As we dished out the Thai food, Michael asked a seemingly innocent
question.

"Tim, can we watch The Return of the King tonight?"

He knew it was one of my all time favorite movies.

"Well sure."

And then he sprung the trap.

"That is a really long movie; isn't it? Like three and a half hours?" his
voice was still casual and deliberate, "So maybe Tommy, Davy and I could
stay here tonight? You know...  kinda a slumber party and then we won't
wake my parents `cuz the movie ends so late,"

Well played Michael, well played.

"Oh yeah... no problem," I smiled, "Call your mom and check with her."

"I did...  `cuz you know, I figured you be cool with it. She said as long
as you okay'd it, it was fine with her."

Good lord, I could only imagine what was going to be going on in my two
guest bedrooms tonight.

"Hey," Tommy spoke up out of the blue, indicating Jordan and Frank, "why is
your guys hair wet?"

Potentially a very long night tonight; I wondered if they even really
wanted to watch the movie.

End of Chapter Twenty-One