Date: Mon, 23 Nov 2009 17:27:06 -0800
From: privatetimm@gmail.com
Subject: Jordan's Tale 2

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Jordan terminates the Stickam session and walks in the great room stark
naked. I am sitting on the couch in my robe still. Jordan sits on the couch
next to me, opens my robe and lays his naked body on mine.

"So what did you think?"

"O-M-G, you little cyber hussy," I giggle.

Damn, does his warm, naked body feel great on me. I adjust my body position
a little to get more comfortable so I can stay in this position longer. I
close my robe, it is a HUGE one I got in Turkey last summer, over him and
he lays his head on my chest.

"That was exhausting, I think I need a nap," he purred.

"You go right a head bud, I could stay like this all day."

It continued to pour outside, but inside it was sunshine, hearts and
flowers, with unicorns dancing in the meado......  ok, ok, knock that crap
off..... let's just say it was nice cuddling naked with Jordan in my robe
on the couch. I don't when I would have left that position if the
downstairs front door phone hadn't started ringing.

"Hello?", who the hell was visiting on a day like this?

"Tim it's Marco, can I come up?"

Wow, it was after 3PM already?

"Yeah, c'mon up!" I said. I slid Jordan out of my arms and slapped his
rear, "Go get you robe on and tie it tight this time puto."

Jordan grinned at 'puto' and scampered down the hall naked to retrieve his
robe. He is back with me by the time the elevator arrives at the landing
and out steps a soaking and I mean SOAKING wet Marco. He is dripping all
over the foyer.

"Yikes Marco, you can't walk on the carpeting like that! Jordan, go get
towels out of the laundry room. You," I said pointing at Marco, "start
peeling."

"What?" is all Marco can stammer.

"You heard me, get those wet clothes off, all of them!"

Marco seems slightly reluctant at first, but as Jordan returns with towels,
Marco seems more inspired. Off comes the jacket, the T-shirt he borrowed
from me, wet shoes, wet socks, the belt is undone and wet Levis fall
heavily to the floor. Now he is there in wet Joe Boxers that are clinging
to him and showing the outlines of the start of an erection. Just gorgeous.

"Can I get a towel?" the wet and now shivering Marco asks Jordan who is
holding the towels.

"Oh hell no, drop 'em baby" Jordan giggled.

Marco looks to me for help.

"Don't look at me, I'm in his camp." I say nodding in Jordan's direction.

"Oh c'mon, not fair! I will if you open your robes" Marco declares thinking
he has found a loophole.

Jordan quickly opens his robe displaying his starting to chub member, and I
open mine too. I make an 'ok, your turn' gesture to Marco. He rolls his
eyes and knows he is defeated. He puts his thumbs in his Joe Boxers and
lowers them to the floor and steps out of them.

"Happy?" he asks accusingly to the two of us.

I look at Jordan.

"Happy?" I ask him.

"Ecstatic" is Jordan's reply.

"Me too actually." I turn back to Marco, "Yes, we are VERY happy, you have
exceeded all our expectations."

Marco has to laugh at that one and he does. He is just amazing naked. He is
5' 9", 135 pounds, dark black hair, dark eyes, an olive complexion, a well
toned body and a tight V leading down to a small patch of black hair above
a 4" soft, but getting harder, cut cock.

"So can I get a towel?"

"Let's get you warm too. Jordan, can you take the wet things into the
laundry room. Marco, come with me."

I take him into my master bathroom and turn on both permanent shower heads
and the rain shower head.

"Wow, what a cool bathroom Tim dude!"

"Thanks, now hop in there and warm up. Here is a robe and there are two
towels on the door. We'll be in the front room watching TV."

"Thanks"

I walk back out to the front and grab Jordan who is headed to my bedroom.

"Where are you off to little man?"

"I wanna go watch that hottie shower!"

"Come with me, this is my BIGGEST secret and you have to keep it that way,
you can't tell anyone, not even your Internet boyfriends. This is super
secret squirrel stuff"

I take him into my office and push the wall. The door of the panic room
swings open.

"Woah" is all he can say.

"You haven't seen anything yet"

"What is this place?"

"They call them panic rooms. We haven't talked much about this, but I am
quite well off and getting more well off all the time. There are people who
might try to rob or kidnap me so this is so I can hide, but that isn't why
we are in here."

I take him to the back and touch the controls and back slides a panel
revealing the shower where Marco is showering.

"Holy fucking shit," Jordan says quietly. "He can't see us at all can he?"

"Nope, not a bit."

"That's hot!"

Marco is sporting a good sized semi, it probably at least 7", fairly thick
and very nice looking. Right now he is just letting the water from the two
shower heads hit him and warm him up. He looks very sexy with the hot water
running off his toned, teen body.

"Man I want some of that" Jordan says lowly.

"Jordan, have you ever had sex with a guy before?" I ask, arching an
eyebrow.

"Well no, not really, just with the guys on Stickam, but I think I know
what to do and what I want to do."

"So go join Marco, I am sure he won't object."

"Can I? Should I? What if he slugs me or something?"

"Haha hun, he won't slug you. I am sure you'll enjoy the reception he gives
you. Go in there, drop your robe, step in the shower and do what comes
naturally. If you want to stop or not do anything I know Marco will respect
whatever you want. Now go."

Off he scampers. I grab a digital cam and get ready for my second show of
the day. I can't imagine where this might go. I see Jordan enter my
bathroom and drop his robe and walk to shower, because Marco has his eyes
closed he doesn't see Jordan until the shower door opens. At first he looks
startled, then his face lights up like Christmas morning as comprehension
sinks in. Jordan's 5 1/4 " cock is already at full attention, pointing
straight to the ceiling, he moves to Marco, puts his arms around him and
lays his head on Marco's chest. Marco for his part wraps one arm around
Jordan and puts his other hand on Jordan's head that lays on his chest. I
am glad I have my cam snapping pics and two video cams recording the
scene. I flip a switch so I can hear what is going on. No one is talking,
they are just embracing so far. Then Marco takes the hand on Jordan's head
and tilts his head back slightly, Jordan knows why obviously because his
eyes close and his lips part. Marco ever so gently lays his lips on
Jordan's. There are a couple of tender pecks, but quickly I can see the
jaws getting more active, hear the smacking of the lips and the moans and
gasps of pleasure, occasionally I see a flash of tongue.

They kiss passionately for a few minutes, Jordan is massaging Marco's fine
ass while they kiss and now I see Jordan's hand pass in between the bodies
to grasp another person's cock for the first time. I hope he is gentle, not
many beginners are. He must be doing something right because an "oh fuck"
escapes Marco's lips as Jordan's fist encircles Marco's member. Marco goes
flat against the far wall with his face looking up, Jordan is kissing his
neck while he strokes him.

"Oh fuck little dude, that's awesome."

This goes on for about 3 or 4 minutes until Marco takes control and swaps
positions with Jordan, pressing him back against the wall. Marco kisses
Jordan's neck, quickly moves to Jordan's dime sized nipples and keeps
kissing down his smooth body all the while stroking Jordan's young cock
slowly and deliberately. Marco is on his knees now and he pulls Jordan's
cock down from pointing straight up and slides his lips over it.

"Oh God, Marco, oh."

Marco deeps throats Jordan for a couple of minutes then he goes to work
with his tongue on Jordan's head. Jordan's cock jumps involuntarily and his
hips move back as the pleasure is too intense. Marco's hands cup Jordan's
small cheeks and pull them forward, driving Jordan's cock back into his
mouth, his nose buried in Jordan's sparse pubes. Then Marco pushes Jordan's
hips back and just as quickly pulls them back forward, after a couple of
motions Jordan gets the idea and starts the forward and back motion on his
own, his hands hold Marco's head as he drives his cock in and out of
Marco's mouth. As the pace picks up I can tell Jordan is close to
climaxing.

"I'm gonna cum Marco, I'm gonna cum."

Marco grabs Jordan's ass to be sure he can't pull out, Marco obviously
wants to swallow this boy's juice.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck" Jordan's knees buckle slightly as he blows his load in
Marco's mouth. Marco for his part takes it all and when he thinks the boy
is dry he takes his mouth off Jordan's cock and gets a squirt of boy cum on
his cheek for his trouble. The fountain isn't quite dry yet and another
squirt oozes out.

"Oh Marco, that was the greatest! I want to suck you off now!"

"Do you think you can handle me Jordan?"

"I sure want to try!"

"Let's dry off. Where's Tim? Is he ok with this?"

"He is in his office, he is the one who sent me in here. We can use his
bedroom."

"Ok, let's dry off and go in there."

The boys towel off and I turn back into the panic room to the video control
console. There are four TV monitors that show various locations in my
apartment with hidden cameras. I can switch to 12 different shots and now I
make sure that the three that cover my bedroom are on and recording on
their hard drives. The cams are working well as I see the boys climb onto
my bed and go back to making out. I go back to the shower wall, touch some
more controls to engage a feature I couldn't show Jordan, the mirrored
shower wall slides over and I can step from the panic room into the
bathroom through the shower. It is my 'escape hatch' out of the panic
room. I slip into my closet. One of the two mirrored doors that face into
my bedroom is also a two way mirror and I know have a front row seat to two
hot, young guys making love. What a day this is turning out to be!

Marco is on his back and Jordan is laying on top of him as they make
out. Jordan starts the same progression that Marco made down his body, but
much quicker. Jordan wastes no time in working his way down to Marco's
large cock. I can't wait to see how Jordan is going to handle this monster
for his first time ever sucking a cock. Jordan is in between Marco's legs
and he is massaging the inside of Marco's smooth thighs. He takes a deep
breath as he lowers his mouth onto Marco. Jordan can barely stretch mouth
around Marco's cock, but he does and now starts to slowly swallow all of
Marco he can, which is quite a lot actually. He gags and chokes a little.

"Easy Jordan, you don't need to swallow the whole thing, most of the
sensitivity is in the first two inches anyway. Go slow and take your
time. And you don't have to do this you know."

"I know Marco, I want to, I am dying to."

And with that he returns to his first ever blow job. He works Marco's head
pretty good and is stroking the rest of Marco's cock. Jordan stops for a
second and goes to my desk for the bottle of lube he used earlier in the
day.

"I thought you and Tim didn't do anything?" Marco says with a wicked grin
on his face.

"We didn't, I did. I jacked off on Stickam with three buds and Tim watched
TV in the front room."

Marco giggled, "oh that's hot, you have to add me as a friend!"

Jordan puts a little lube in his hand and lubes the bottom half of Marco's
dick and goes back to sucking and licking the top half. They are quiet and
all you can hear is the sound of sucking and Marco's quiet moans. I can see
Marco's stomach rise and fall as he writhes in pleasure.

"Oh stop, stop Jordan."

"Nooooo I wanna swallow you!" is the whine out of Jordan.

"Dude, I want you to fuck me."

"What? Really? Oh fuck yeah. What do I do? I've never fucked a guy before."

"First we find condoms."

Good boy Marco.

Marco turns to the logical spot, the night stand next to my bed and opens a
drawer with like 50 condoms of all shapes, sizes and flavors.

"Damn, either Tim is really busy or an optimist!"

I'd like to say I am both, but I have been so busy I am more of an optimist
these days.

"Let me put the condom on you."

Marco tears open the packet with his teeth and rolls the condom down
Jordan's very hard cock. Jordan sighs as Marco rolls it down.

"Don't cum yet bud"

Jordan giggles at that.

With the condom in place Marco lays back down and lifts his butt up and
grips behind his knees.

"First Jordan lube up your middle finger and then lube up my butt
hole. Slide your middle finger slowly in me.....  go slow......  ok stop."

"Dude, this is AWEsome, oh my God, my finger is in your butt. I can feel it
squeezing me."

"Now Jordan, start finger fucking me, go as far in as you can.....  oh
yeah, oh shit, that's good. Yeah. Ok, ok slide your finger out, lube up you
first finger, make like you are crossing your fingers and slide them both
in the same way. Go reeeeaally slow this time.."

Jordan lubes up the two fingers and slips them back in Marco's waiting
hole. He shudders as Jordan reenters him and he moans lowly. His lips mouth
'oh fuck' but no sound comes out. Jordan bangs him for a couple of minutes.

"Ok, Jordan, it's show time. Put your hands behind my knees and push me up
a little, put your head up against my hole, guide the head in and stop,
give me a second to adjust, then slide the rest in as far as you can go,
very slowly, let me adjust to you again and then you can start pumping to
your heart's content. Just don't pump too fast to start, or you'll cum too
quick. I want this to last."

Jordan follows Marco's instructions and it is amazing to watch Jordan's
excitement at his first fuck of a hot boy. I was a year older than him my
first time and I remember it like it was yesterday. You never forget your
first, good or bad. I am glad a sweet kid like Marco is Jordan's first. I
see Jordan's cock disappear into Marco. He stops for about 30 seconds and
then Marco nods the go ahead. Jordan starts a slow in and out motion. He is
a little awkward at first, but soon he gets in rhythm. I can see his cute
little butt tighten on the downstroke. Marco caresses Jordan's chest and
side while he fucks him. Jordan continues his steady fuck of Marco for ten
minutes or more. Marco is in ecstasy and very talkative, but quietly.

"Oh fuck Jordan baby that is so good...  yeah baby, that's the spot. Oh
shit yeah....."

"Kiss me Jordie." Marco finally says softly. It is the first time he has
called Jordan Jordie, he is melting in passion and affection. Marco leans
forward without missing a stroke to make out with Marco. They kiss a couple
of minutes, before Jordan straightens up and begins pumping in
earnest. Marco gets louder in his passionate chatter which in turn
motivates Jordan to go faster. Marco is stroking himself as Jordan drills
him.

"Oh God.... fuck, fuck, oh fuck......  yes Jordie, oh fuck yes, pound me
baby...... that's it...."

Jordan is going at full speed now and I can see his balls flattening on
Marco's ass and hear the slapping. I hope my hidden cams are picking up
this sound, it is soooooo hot! Marco picks up his stroking of himself.

"Fuckin' A Marco, I'm gonna cum, I am so close....  AAARRGH, oh shit
ah.... ah oh God....  oh yes..... oh God Marco I love you...... "

Marco's dick jumps as he shoots a huge load. The cum flies up his abdomen
and a little even hits his face. Jordan stops his pumping, pulls out his
dick and lays down on Marco.

"Mmmm, oh God Marco that was so amazing. Oh God, I can't believe I fucked
you, it feels like a dream. A sweet, wonderful dream."

"Me too, babe, me too."

Marco reaches down and pulls the condom off Jordan's now softening
dick. Jordan giggles a little as he does and Marco lays the condom on the
floor by the night stand. He turns back to Jordan and kisses him gently.

"You were amazing babe, I can't believe that was your first time, that had
to have been 20 minutes. I came in three minutes my first time."

I know what is coming soon, so I slip out of the closet into the bathroom,
back through the shower into the panic room and close the mirror wall
behind me and throw the rag I used to catch my cum onto the floor. What?
You thought I wasn't going to whack off watching two cuties teens go at it?
I came five minutes before them. I was surprised I lasted that long.

My assumption was right, the boys are getting back into the shower to clean
up. I am spent so I don't even watch them. The cameras are still rolling
anyway, I can edit the video later and see what went on in the post glow
shower. I go into my office and carefully close the panic room behind me.
I sit at my computer to check my email. I don't even notice that 20 minutes
pass quickly. It suddenly dawns on me to check up on the boys. I go into my
bedroom and they are in bed snuggling.

"Hey love birds, I should think about getting you home Jordan, it is after
5 already."

"Ok, can you grab my clothes for me from the top of the dryer?"

"Sure, bud."

I go into the laundry room and grab Jordan's clothes (that he hasn't worn
most of the day) and Marco's too. I get back to the bedroom and they
haven't made much progress, but who can blame them.

"Here ya go Jordan. I brought yours too Marco. Did you want a ride home, or
what did you want to do?"

"Is it still raining out?"

"Pouring cats and dogs."

"Can I stay here?"

"Sure, but won't your parents worry or wonder where you are?"

"I'll call my Mom, she's a widow with seven kids, she'll be happy to have
one less for the night."

Did I hear right? 'For the night?'

"Ok, there's plenty of food in the fridge if you get hungry, I'll be back
in maybe 20 minutes or so. Anything you want while I am out? C'mon Jordan,
get a move on."

Jordan's naked body slips out of the bed reluctantly. Damn I can't believe
what a day this has been. I've seen Jordan naked for the first time, seen
him jack off with three other teens, get sucked off and have his first
fuck. What a day indeed. His body is incredible; it is such a pleasure to
watch him getting dressed. He is so comfortable in my presence and place,
so comfortable in his own skin. Thank God for this rainy day.

He finishes getting dressed and goes out to the front room to grab his
shoes.

"So?"  I ask Marco.

"Oh my holy fucking shit Tim, what a little hottie. He is such a fireball
in bed. I can't believe you guys haven't had sex yet, everyone at the
restaurant assumes you are."

"What a bunch of sick minds, Jordan is just a kid. A hot, sexy kid." I say
with a grin.

"Mmmm, well he'd like to have sex with you, you know."

"What?"

"Oh yeah, he thinks you are sexy as hell, I agree by the way, and he can't
figure out why you haven't made your move yet. He said if he knew how, he'd
make the first move."  "I...."  Jordan walks back in the room, shoes in
hand and sits on the bed to put them on.

"What were you guys talking about?"

"Comparing spaghetti recipes, whata ya think."

Jordan laughs and lays back on the bed to cuddle with Marco a little more.

"None, of that, we have to get you home Jordan."

"Ah Tim, c'mon."

"Nope, let's hit it mister, say your goodbyes to Marco."

Jordan lays on top of Marco and plants a quick kiss on his lips.

"Bye sweets, thanks for everything today. That was the best."

He kisses him again.

"Mmmm, thanks to you little man, you were great. I loved today. You take
care and I'll call you later."

They kiss one last time.

"I'll be back in a bit, be sure you call your mom."

"I will, don't go parking anyplace you two."  Jordan giggles at that and
wrinkles his nose.

Jordan and I head down the elevator to the parking garage underneath my
building we get to my parking place and there are my BMW 750Li and my
Toyota 4Runner Limited.

"Which one is yours?"

"Both, which one do you want to take?"

"The 4Runner! It's cool!"

Nice. The boy has a good eye and he's young so he's more impressed by the
4WD SUV than the Beamer that costs twice what the 4Runner did. I have to
admit I bought the BMW on a whim with my partner the day our first checks
cleared from Cisco. We also bought Patek Philippe watches that cost more
than my 4Runner and I think a couple of bottles of Cristal and some bootleg
Cuban Cohibas were involved in the day too. It didn't much matter, Will and
I got more money that day than we could have spent in a decade. Cisco paid
us a ridiculous amount of money and gave us an equally ridiculous amount of
stock for our company.

Jordan slid in the passenger side and belted up, I put on a Lee Greenwood
CD and start to back out.

"You like country?" Jordan asks.

"I like a lot of stuff, even opera, classical, jazz, Hawaiian, most stuff
but hip hop. You?"

"There's some country I like, but mostly hip hop, some salsa, and Broadway
stuff."

"Oh God you are gay!"

"What?" Jordan looks hurt.

"Everyone knows homos love Broadway musicals. Oh don't give me a pouty
face, I love musicals too."

"Really?", he brightens up.

"Yeah dude, I am a major 'mo. Maybe there will be a way I can take you to a
musical this year."

"That would be hot!"

Jordan lives in Cow Hollow on Scott off Lombard so I turn left on to Fulton
and head over to Divisadero so it will be pretty much a straight shot down
to Lombard. It is still raining cats and dogs and I am actually glad Jordan
chose the 4WD, we aren't used to this much rain so the water builds up in
the streets quickly.

"Before we get to your house Jordan, are you ok with everything today? That
was a lot for you."

"OK? Oh my God Tim, it was the single greatest day of my life. I've known I
was gay since I was 9 at least. I've been wanting to have someone the way I
had Marco today for two years or more. I don't know if Marco will want to
meet me more later, but I will never forget how great today was. And I love
the time with you. I feel so safe with you, too safe sometimes, but I love
our time together."

"So do two things for me, take that notepad there, write down your email
address, MSN Messenger name and a phone number for me, then take down my
name, number and email addresses. If you ever need me, need to talk, need
anything, you call me."

He takes down my information and hands me his just as we get to his mom's
place at Scott & Greenwich. He leans over and kisses me on my lips.

"Thanks Tim for everything, see you next Saturday?"

"Rain or shine bud."

"I hope it rains." He giggles.

I give him my umbrella and tell him to run like hell. I watch his cute
little ass until it disappears inside his apartment.

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I get back to my place and back upstairs in about 25 minutes. I head into
my bedroom and Marco is asleep in my bed. Dang he looks cute. I kick off my
shoes quietly, peel my socks, drop my jeans and pull off my t-shirt. I go
to my bed and I am going to crawl in it to cuddle with Marco.

"The boxers too," says the 'sleeping' Marco.

I smile at that. But I do as I am told, I drop the boxers and crawl naked
into my bed with this gorgeous 16 year old Italian hunk. I spoon with
Marco, he wiggles his firm, bare butt into my crotch which starts an
immediate reaction from me.

"Mmmm, that's no boy bone Tim, that's man sized."

"Oh c'mon, haven't you had enough today?"

"Oh hell, Timmy it is never enough."

Ha ha, no one has called me Timmy since Junior High and I guess when you
are 16 it never is enough. We lay like that for about ten minutes and it
feels so nice. Marco rolls to face me and kisses me. I grab his body and
pull him on top of me. We start making out while Marco straddles me and
starts to hump me with his now erect cock. It feels enormous and although
I've seen it, it seems much bigger now. His tongue knifes inside my mouth
trying to wrestle mine down, but I capture it with my lips and almost suck
it out of his mouth. He gasps and increases his motion on me. I make sure
that he can feel my erection on his ass, willing and ready to enter him. He
smiles and pushes up and looks down into my eyes while he rocks his crack
on my cock.

I'm not ready to go there yet so I slide down and grab Marco's butt and
pull him up, that puts his 7" cock right where I want it, in my face. I
pull the big, thick cock down and swallow it all in one motion. I have my
nose buried in his curly brown pubes.

"Oh fuck yeah Tim."

I move my head up and down on Marco's cock for a couple of minutes before I
roll him on his back and really go to work. I work his purple head with my
tongue and spread the pre-cum around the head and on the lip of the
head. Marco grabs my body and spins me so he can suck me at the same
time. I help him out by straddling his head and he starts to swallow
me. For a young guy he really knows how to suck a cock. He handles all of
me with no problem and the warmth of his mouth and the action of his tongue
is driving me wild and inspires me to double my efforts on his throbbing
dick. We probably sucked each other in the 69 position for 15 minutes. I
straighten up and let Marco suck me a bit more. I drive my hips forward and
down and as my motion gets more obvious Marco lays back and just let's me
face fuck him while he holds my sides. I get too close so I pull out and
move down in between his legs and go back to sucking him off. I suck him
for a few minutes and start to move down. I lift his legs a little and lick
his ball sack and then underneath it. Marco anticipates what's next because
he lifts his hips and butt even higher exposing his boy rose to me. My
tongue circles the rim before passing over the opening.  "Oh my God,
yes. Oh Tim."

Now my tongue penetrates into the hole. Marco gasps and moans as my tongue
fucks his hole. I rim him for a couple of minutes and when he is totally
wet I climb over him to pull a condom out of the night stand. I roll it
down and lube it up. I lube my fingers to open Marco up a bit more, but he
is still pretty stretched out from Jordan so I think he is ready.

"Get on your hands and knees Marco."

"Yes sir." He smiles at me.

I spread the cheeks and move my head to the opening. I put one hand on his
shoulder, one hand on his hip and start a slow, steady push inside. I slide
in easier than I thought, but I hear Marco suck in a breath.

"You ok babe?"

"Never better. Keep going."

I slip all 7" inches in him and pause a moment then I start my rocking in
and out. I go slowly at first to be sure he can handle it then I start
putting some 'umphf' into it. Marco grunts, then groans and moans and some
'oh fucks' and 'fuck yeahs' escape his lips. He goes from all fours, to
putting his head down on the bed. I rub down his back as I pound in on him
and I know my cock is hitting his prostate because I can feel him react
when I hit it hard. After about ten minutes in this doggy position. I pull
my knees off the bed and now my full weight is behind every entry. Marco
must like it because he moans all the louder. I go hard for five minutes
and then go fast and hard for three more minutes.

"Oh fuck I'm cumming."

Marco shoots without touching himself and I think it surprised even him. I
slow down because I don't want to cum yet. I pull out, pull off the condom
and move Marco over so he doesn't have to lay on his cum and I wipe it up
with my boxes from the floor. I roll Marco onto his back, lie on top and
start kissing him. His kissing now is more subdued, less wild animal and
more intimate, less unbridled passion and more sensual passion.

"That was the best fuck I've ever had Timmy, I've never cum like that
before."

"He he, well I was hoping you'd last longer, but I know I am good." I say
with a smile. I hope he knows I am kidding on that.

"I'll say you are. Damn that is the best I've ever had."

"Oh? Do tell my young lover, how many do you have to compare me with?"

"Oh I dunno, I think Jordan was #15 so that makes you #16."

"Let's get under the covers, Marco."

We crawl underneath my flannel sheets and Marco snuggles up to me.

"So talk to Marco, tell me about Jordan?"

"Mmmm, what do you want to know?"

"Do you remember him telling you he loved you as he was cumming?"

"Yeah, I thought that was sweet. I don't know if he really does or not,
that is just the dick talking sometimes, but it would be cool if he did. I
like him a lot."

"You know you were his first everything right? First kiss, first BJ, first
fuck."

"I didn't for sure, but I kinda figured. I am really happy I was his
first. I hope he liked it and remembers it as a cool time. My first time
wasn't so cool."

"Tell me about it hun."

"I wasn't much older than Jordan, I was a 7th grader and I started talking
to this kid, Harry who was 16, online. He invited me over one Saturday, but
when I got there he wasn't alone, his 'friend' Alan was there. Alan was
like 45 or so. Anyway, Harry and I started playing video games and Alan
went to go do something else. Well we got to wrestling around, then
wrestling turned to making out and pretty soon we were naked making out and
feeling each other up. In the middle of making out something feels
different with my cock and I open my eyes and Alan is sucking me off. To be
honest I was pretty horny, it felt pretty good so I didn't object and I
blew my wad in his mouth about five minutes later. Then he blew Harry and
we all went swimming naked in Alan's pool. As I was leaving Alan invited me
back on Sunday so I went. Harry wasn't there that day and to make a long
story short, Alan became my first fuck that day. It wasn't bad, but it
wasn't special. I used to go see Alan once a month or so because the sex
was ok, his place was cool and I was a horn dog, but he moved overseas. I
think he was ducking the police or FBI or something, so yeah, I hope it was
special for Jordan because it was for me."

"What if Jordan wants to date you?"

"I'd give it a try. I've never dated anyone under 25 before, but if I ever
dated a youngin' Jordan would be the top of my list. I've had a crush on
him since you first brought him into the restaurant."

"That's good, I just don't want to see him hurt. I've become really
attached to him. And what about me? Am I more like Alan or more like
Jordan."

"Oh Tim dude, you are nothing like Alan. I've been dying for this to
happen. I don't know how many hints I dropped when you came into Bambino. I
was kinda hoping you would want to date me."

That floors me; floors me and flatters me. I know I am blushing.

"I am glad to know I am not an Alan." I smile at him. "And I didn't miss
all your hints but I was also pretty aware you were 16 and I just can't
date a 16 year old for a lot of reasons, mostly because the state takes a
dim view of it."

"I'll be 17 before you know it." Marco says haughtily.

"So are you saying you would date me?" I ask him.

"In a heartbeat."

"I'm flattered. I think you are great Marco. I don't know where we are
headed, but I hope we can stay friends through it all. But I don't know
about you, but I am starved let's go see what we can scare up."

I roll out of bed and grab two fresh pairs of boxers, I throw one to Marco
and I put on the other. I stop off to piss in the bathroom and when I get
to the kitchen Marco is already pulling ingredients out of the cupboards;
peeled tomatoes, tomato paste, crushed red pepper, olives, anchovies and
more. I sit on one of the counter stools and watch him.

"What do you have in mind Chef?"

"I am making you a most appropriate dish, Spaghetti alla Puttanesca," he
smiles wickedly.

"Ah 'the whore's spaghetti'; who's the whore; you or me?"

"Us, we are a pair of happy whores and I wouldn't have it any other way."

He knows his way around a kitchen. He slices like a pro, has the water on,
a skillet browning the garlic and the tomatoes and paste in a pot ready to
add the other ingredients.

"Do you have a nice, but cheap red wine? Chianti or Barolo preferably."

"Are we drinking it or is it going in the sauce?"

"A bit of both with any luck."

I get off the stool and go to my wine room and grab a bottle of Banfi
Chianti Classico. It is bad enough for sauce and good enough to drink. I
head back to the kitchen and open the bottle for Marco and hand it to
him. He takes a swig out of the bottle before pouring a quantity into the
tomatoes and paste.

"Not bad, it's no Fontodi, but it is perfect for our needs."

"You never cease to amaze me. How do you know about Fontodi?"

"Well let's see, I'm Italian, I work in an Italian restaurant and I'm
Italian. Where are your glasses?"

"Cupboard two to your left."

"Do you know how to slice bread and cheese? Make yourself useful and cut up
an antipasti for us."

"Yes sir. I love a bossy bottom."

"Who says I'm a bottom." Marco quips as he hands me my wine with a kiss.

Damn, if he was 18, I'd ask him to move in. He also looks hella sexy in my
boxers.

"Salut."

I pull various meats and cheeses out of the fridge and grab the sourdough
baguette I bought at the Noe Valley Bakery yesterday and start slicing
away. Marco sips his wine, stirs the sauce, browns the garlic and starts
tossing the ingredients into the sauce pan, once he adds the garlic, he
reduces the heat on the sauce to a bare simmer and puts the lid on.

"You done with that antipasti yet? We have about twenty minutes before the
Puttanesca will be ready and I can put the spaghetti on."

"Yeah, let's go sit in the living room, you take the wines in, I'll bring
the antipasti. Did you call your Mom? Are you spending the night?"

"Yeah, I called her, she's cool. If she needs me she has my cell phone
number."

"You work tomorrow? Need to go to Mass?"

"I don't work tomorrow and I don't have to go to Mass, but if we made the
11:45 at St. Peter & Pauls', my mother would light candles for you for a
month."

"Consider it done. We can go to Mass, swing by Whole Foods on California
get some groceries and still catch most of the 9'ers game."

We sit on the couch and I flip on the TV. I have 500 cable channels, a
complete DirectTV package and I can still never find anything worth
watching. I put on FuelTV which usually has fun stuff on like Camp Woodward
or Ninja Warrior. I don't if we are really watching it or not, but we sip
our wine, eat our antipasti and have a generally delightful time. I haven't
had a date I found as interesting for over four years now. I just don't
think I can date a 16 year old though and I don't know if he would even
want to, but the more I talk to Marco, the more I fall for him.

He gets up to put the spaghetti in the pot and I go the wine room and get
another bottle of wine, a Banfi Brunello di Montalcino, 2001 of course, and
grab two new glasses.

"Nice, Parker says the 2001 is a classic."

"How and why, do you know that?"

"Everyone needs a hobby, Tim my luv, I like wine. I study what we have at
the restaurant and read a ton online. I either want to own a restaurant, a
wine bar or a winery one day, maybe all three in one location."

Eh, I wouldn't mind a place in Napa, maybe up at St. Helena or Calistoga.

"Did I mention the Mass tomorrow is in Italian?"

"Che Š bene con me, Ho vissuto a Firenze per un anno."  (fine with me, I
lived in Florence for a year)

" Buon Signore, mia madre ti ameranno."  (good Lord, my mother will love
you)

Marco spreads the spaghetti in the boiling water, adds some sea salt and
makes sure the pasta all moves in evenly. He uncovers his sauce and stirs
it gently with a wooden spoon. I sip my wine and watch him work.

"Marco, are you going to go to college first or just opening your
restaurant slash wine bar slash winery right away?"

"I'll apply to Stanford, Berkeley, Davis, USF and SF State, Sonoma State is
my fall back, but I should get into Stanford and Davis no problem. Berkeley
is where I want to go though."

I raise my eyebrows a little and Marco misunderstands my look.

"I know you think I'm a stupid delivery boy, but I have a 4.4 at
St. Ignatius College Prep and I work at Bambino because I wanted to be
around 'my people' (he makes the quote sign with his fingers) not because
that is my future career, delivery boy."

Ouch.

"Marco, I think you misread me, my surprise wasn't that you wanted to go to
those schools, but that Berkeley was your first choice. You know I went to
Stanford don't you? I've worn my Cardinal gear enough into the restaurant."

"Sorry Tim, I am just used to people not taking me seriously. Yeah, I
figured maybe you went to Stanford, but I wasn't sure."

"If you get into Stanford, will you need scholarships? I know you said your
mom is a widow."

"Well yeah, remember that big fire in South San Francisco where three
firefighters were killed?"

I do, it was front page news when it happened and front page news when it
turned out to be arson and national news when the lawsuits were settled.

"My father was the fire captain who died and we got a lot and I mean a lot
of money when the lawsuit was settled plus my mother has his captain's
pension so all seven of us have college covered no sweat, even at a
Stanford or a Harvard."

"I'm sorry Marco, I had no idea. I mean you see a guy in a restaurant; a
waiter, a delivery boy, a dishwasher and you forget they are people with
lives, families, tragedies and triumphs."

"It's ok, part of the settlement was also therapy for the family and each
of us kids and I am coping, so is my mom and so are the rest of the kids."

I cross the kitchen and wrap my arms around him from behind while he stirs
the pasta. He reaches behind with his free hand and rubs my head. I am
really falling for this kid.

He pulls the pasta insert,

"Uscire di My Way"

He drains the spaghetti and pours it directly into the sauce in the pan. He
turns up the heat and stirs it all together. Watching his concentration and
technique, I really do believe he could be a chef/owner.

"Where's your plates?"

I get down two pasta bowls for him.

"Nice, pasta bowls, I'm impressed."

"They are from Grafuche Baciocchi in Firenze."

He removes the pasta from the fire and sets it aside to rest and cool a
bit. He goes to the refrigerator, pulls out a tomato and some bufala
mozzarella, slices them expertly and drizzles extra virgin olive oil and
Modela balsamic vinegar.

"Put these on the table, I'll bring the pasta."

I put the salads on my dining room table and I go back to fetch the wine
glasses and the bottle; Marco is bringing out the Spaghetti alla
Puttanesca. Marco sits across from me and I pick up my fork to dig in, he
slaps my hand.

"What are you? A heathen? Give me your hands."

He holds my hands in his and recites an old Italian blessing"

"Signore del mondo, il pane della terra ci sostiene, il vino rallegra il
nostro cuore e l'olio illumina il nostro volto.  Sii benedetto per queste
creature, doni preziosi che vengono da te per la consolazione di noi
uomini, Amen".

"Amen." I say grinning.

I have the best dinner I have had for years in terms of companionship,
conversation, good food and just an enjoyable time. I don't know how Marco
has come by his maturity, but he sure has it. We finish dinner and we clear
the plates off the table and put them in the dishwasher. I rinse out the
sauce pan and pour out the pasta water.

"What now my young chef?"

"Do you have any opera DVDs?"

I raise an eyebrow.

"I'm Italian," he reminds me. "Wine and pasta puts me in the mood for
opera."

"I have a lot, go in the media room and check which one you want to see,
I'm going to take a leak."

When I get back to the media room he tosses La Traviata to me, it is the
Renee Fleming and Rolando Villazon version with James Conlon conducting, a
great choice, and tells me it is his turn to take a leak. I put in the DVD
and start to get comfy on the big couch when Marco reappears in a bath robe
(sans boxers) and tosses me my robe and tells me to lose my boxers too. I
see no point in arguing. I push play and away the DVD goes.

Marco is laying in my arms as we watch Verdi's masterpiece unfold. As with
many operas the characters find bliss only to have it snatched away by
circumstances and often misunderstanding, it is a favored opera device. In
Act II when Violetta is trying to make Alfredo leave before the Baron can
challenge him to a duel and Alfredo misunderstands and then abuses the
woman who loves him so deeply I look down at Marco in my arms and silent
tears are flowing down his face.

"Ah Marco." I kiss his cheek tenderly.

"How can someone who is so deeply loved by another, be so cruel and so
blind?"

"It happens in real life too my dear." I kiss him again, this time on the
lips. He responds by rolling off his back and facing me. He opens my robe
and removes his. He climbs on top and kisses me deeply with a passion I can
feel. His emotions are up. I can feel his cock growing hard and sticking in
my stomach as he continues to explore my mouth with his tongue. We mack for
about 5 minutes and then Marco works his way down my body. Violetta is
being told she doesn't have long to live by the time Marco kisses down to
my cock. He gives me a wonderful blow job for about 10 minutes, hitting all
the right spots and with wonderful technique for someone so young. I am
surprised however, when he continues down my body. Marco pushes my hips
higher and his tongue suddenly hits my hole and I am totally caught off
guard by that, most young guys never rim, it is really an acquired thing. I
can't believe the sensation, damn is he good and I tell him so.

He leans off the couch and grabs the robe he had on, out of the pocket he
pulls a condom and the bottle of lube. Damn, damn, damn, this boy's gonna
fuck me with that big ol' Italian sausage. He rolls the condom down his
cock, lubes his fingers and my ass and starts to bang me. He really knows
how to work, someone has taught him well. I am now begging him to get on
with it, I can't wait for him to enter me. He places his big head at the
opening, asks if I am ready and when I nod, he slips the head in. I catch
my breath, damn it hurts, this boy is BIG.

"You ok Tim?"

"Yeah, sorry it's been a while since I bottomed. Keep going honey."

He doesn't need much more encouragement and he quickly slides the entire 7+
inches into me, it hurts a little, but in a fun, 'oh damn does this feel
good' painful way. One he gets it all the way in he starts to go to
town. He gets a great rhythm going and I play with his smooth chest while
he slams into me. I move my hands down to his butt so I can feel the power
in his thrusts through his butt muscles. He leans forward to kiss me and
doesn't miss a beat in his fucking me, he is still driving it deep and
fast, the sensation is great. Gran Dio! morir si giovane ("O, God! to die
so young") Alfredo sings while Marco pounds me and I think, I would be ok
dying young right now, because I am in heaven. Marco works hard for 25
minutes and I can tell by his labored breathing and increased intensity he
is getting close. I start jacking myself to match Marco's intensity.

"I am ready anytime Marco, let me know when you are there."

"Oh God Tim 30 seconds....  Oh fuck....  yes....  Oh fuck Timmy I'm gonna
cum.... aarrrgh."

He expels some short quick breaths and I find myself wishing he wasn't
wearing a condom. I blow like Mt Vesuvius all over my belly and chest. He
slows his pumps, then stops and pulls out. He lays down on top of me
panting like a puppy that has just run a marathon. Violetta dies in
Alfredo's arms and I am afraid Marco is about to expire in mine.

"Oh fuck Tim was that amazing," he finally gasps out in short breaths.

"For me too honey, this whole night has been special to me."

"Really?" He lifts his head to look me in the eye.

"Really." I answer, returning his direct stare.

"I thought I was making up in my head that this was a perfect night."

"No Marco you weren't. I haven't had a night this great for three or four
years and I am really happy you are spending the night. Violetta is dead,
are you ready to shower?"

Marco laughs, "Yeah, I am ready for a nice shower and a good nights sleep
in your bed."

We jump into the shower, my second of the day with a cute young guy in my
arms and we hug and otherwise canoodle in the shower. When I turn to let
the shower rinse the soap off my back Marco grabs the brush and gives my
back a rough scrubbing and damn it feels great, how does he know I love
this? I love having my back scratched to a point that most people would
think it is too painful, but for some reason, I never feel pain, I just
like it the same way a horse or dog likes getting brushed.

We dry off and climb in between my flannel sheets. Marco spoons into me
immediately and I wrap my arms around him and bury my face in his damp
hair.

"Tim."

"Mmm" I mutter.

"I had a really great time today. I like you a lot. I hope you give me a
chance and don't think of me as just a kid."

"I had an awesome time today too Marco and we have lots to think and talk
about, but I promise no matter where we go from here, this will be a great
memory for me always and I will always be your friend."

"K".

I turn the TV on to NBC for Saturday Night Live, set the timer to turn the
TV off automatically. Marco's breathing is already deep and regular. I
drift off into the best night of sleep I can remember for years and I have
this vague feeling of contentment and well being.


End of Chapter Two (if anyone has an interest for a Chapter Three)