Date: Mon, 7 Dec 2009 18:43:19 -0800
From: Tim P <privatetimm@gmail.com>
Subject: Jordan's Tale 4

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It is early December now and the Bay Area is starting to really chill. The
Niner's are mediocre, the Raiders downright horrible, Stanford football is
terrible, USC stomped us again and we lost to Cal again, about the only
bright spot in Bay Area athletics are Stanford and Cal's water polo teams
who are running #1 & 2 in the nation consistently.

But my life is going swimmingly, while Marco and I are not an official
couple and maybe only because we've never talked about it, we are having a
great time dating and getting to know each other better. Jordan is a bright
light also; he seems really happy, his grades in school are improving and
he loves his time with Marco and me, even if I keep refusing his overtures
at me.

I get to the park a little early so I can warm up well, I don't want to
pull anything in this colder weather. I am surprised to see Jordan emerging
from a dark blue Maxima. He is followed by an attractive woman who I can
only assume is his mother. I suck in my breath, I had wondered how long
until she would be curious about who Jordan was spending all this time with
in the park. This could be interesting.

I stand up as they approach.

"Hey Tim!" Jordan yells enthusiastically.

He looks happy, so maybe Mom is just curious and not hostile.

"Morning Jordan, ready to catch some balls?"

"Sure thing! Uh, this is my Mom, Mom, this is Tim."

"Hi Tim, I'm Marianna, it is nice to meet you finally, Jordan has told me
all about you and what you guys do on Saturdays."

Is there a hint of menace in her voice or is my guilt and paranoia making
me hear things that aren't there.

"Well Jordan has been a joy to meet. He gives me an excuse to get out and
throw the ball around."

"I won't keep you guys from your catch. I'm going to catch up on some
reading for my job, I don't get to enjoy a Saturday off very often, you two
go ahead."

Marianna spreads a blanket on the ground and Jordan and I go through our
usual stretching routine. I don't want to vary or change anything in case
Jordan has told her in great detail about it. After about twenty minutes of
stretching we go through our warm up procedure of getting our arms loose
and then Jordan is ready to run patterns. I almost forget about his mom as
I teach him some new patterns and work with him on his cutting techniques
and footwork. I do sneak glances at Marianna now and then and while she is
reading her material, I also catch that she isn't missing anything in the
interactions between Jordan and me.

We play for about the usual amount of time and then go sit next to Jordan's
mom on the blanket she has laid out. Jordan leans into his mom and she runs
a hand through his damp, glistening hair.

"Ugh, you smell like a horse Jordie. Run to the car and get the cooler
would you?"

Jordan heads across the park to his mom's car and Marianna turns his
attention to me.

"Jordan says you are gay Tim."

I am floored, but try not to look it.

"Yeah, when he asked me I was honest with him. He seemed to understand all
that it entailed, but we haven't really talked about it too much."

"And I assume then you know that Jordan thinks he is gay too?" she asks,
arching an eyebrow.

"Yeah, we've talked about that too a little and I think he is pretty sure
of where his interests lay, but I've also told him not to rush into things,
that he has plenty of time to figure it all out." I am trying to sound
casual, but I think my voice is an octave higher than normal.

"Jordan is very, very young Tim and impressionable. I don't think there
isn't anything he wouldn't do for you."

Her eyes are piercing into me, unwavering or blinking.

"Hurt him and I'll make your life a living hell. He is all I have in this
world and I am pretty much all he has. My brother took the job in L.A. when
he found out Jordan thought he was gay. It isn't that he doesn't love or
accept Jordan, but he said he couldn't stick around to watch Jordan change
and to see him with boyfriends when he got older."

"I....", I start to speak but she cuts me off.

"Let me finish, I don't have long, Jordan is coming back with the cooler. I
haven't stopped Jordan from coming because he has been so happy again since
he met you and his grades are going back up. When my brother, his Uncle
Frank, left he went into a deep funk and I wasn't sure he'd come out. He is
back to his old self or maybe better and I thank you for that, but please
don't take advantage of him."

"Mrs. Felix, I would never take advantage of Jordan."

"It's Marianna and I believe you. About all I've been able to get out of
him is that he threw himself at you and you turned him down cold. Thank
you."

I can feel my face burning as I turn a deep crimson.

"What is in this damn, thing, gold bricks?" Jordan says huffing and puffing
as he plops back down.

"Don't swear honey and it is Gatorade for you and Tim and water for me."

Jordan cracks open the cooler and tosses me an orange G2, takes a green G2
for himself and tosses his mom a water.

"Sweet, G2 even," I say.

"Jordan tells me you eat pretty healthy so I thought G2 would be good."

I grin.

"It is better than good, it's great. Thank you."

We chat for a few more minutes as Jordan and I cool down. I am starting to
relax more, but I am still tense. I am sure if this she-tiger knew I had
showered naked with her son, even though nothing happened, she would rip my
throat out.

"Can I buy you men lunch at Bambino's?" she asks.

Jordan has told her a lot.

"That would be great by me."

"I'm in!" Jordan chips in.

We pile into Marianna's Maxima, me front and Jordan in the back seat for
the short trip to Bambino's. I am trying to remember Marco's shift today. I
think he is off at 3PM, so I am sure he'll be at the restaurant, another
wrinkle for this day. I need an antacid.

Joe greets us warmly and Jordan introduces his mom.

"He is a such a good boy. He eats like a real Italian!"

Marianna laughs.

"If that means he eats like a horse and is never full, then I agree."

We are seated and Marco comes out of the kitchen, sees us and beelines for
our table.

"Hey Tim!", Marco leans over and kisses my cheek. I return the kiss on the
cheek, but I know I am burning red again.

"S'up Jordan", he greets Marco with a kiss on the cheek as well and Jordan
too returns his kiss with a 'bello'.

What happens next almost knocks me out of my chair.

"Hi Marianna," and he plants a kiss on her cheek too, Marianna returns the
kiss and says,

"Hello Marco dear, so nice to see you again."

I glance at Jordan and he looks like the Cheshire cat, but as I catch his
he gives me the Italian shoulder shrug and an air of innocence.

We order an extra large alla Jonni pizza to split and some
antipasti. Marianna gets a glass of Sangiovese, I opt for a Sierra Nevada
on draft and Jordan gets his favorite Italian soda, the mandarin orange. I
am chowing down on the calamari fritti when I see a family enter
Bambino's. A very tall, but cute young guy (who looks slightly familiar)
steps inside followed by his mother and father.

"Oh Dylan, this looks charming! How did you find this place?"

Dylan, crap no wonder he looks familiar, he is familiar. That is 'Dylan',
one of Jordan's cam buddies.

"My friend from the Forty-niner fan site told me about it; hey there he is
over there, hi Jordan!"

The little party makes its way over to our table.

"Mom, Dad, this is Jordan, my friend from Niner's Nation."

"Well hello Jordan, I'm Carol and this is Mike, Dylan's dad. Thanks for
telling Dylan about this great little place Jordan. You must be Jordan's
mom, I'm Carol."

"Hi Carol, it is a pleasure. This is my friend Tim."

Hands are shaken and introductions made all the way around. I look over at
Jordan again and I am not surprised to see he isn't surprised by Dylan's
appearance.

"Do you live in the City Carol?"

"No, no we are over in Berkeley, but I wanted to do some shopping at Union
Square and Dylan told us about this place that was a friend's favorite
restaurant so we thought we'd give it a try. I hope it is good as it
looks. We'd love to have Jordan come visit us in Berkeley some weekend."

"I'm sure Jordan would love that and we'd love to have Dylan come over to
see us too."

A few more pleasantries are exchanged and Joe shows the Fouts to their
table.

Marianna looks at Jordan and what a look.

"What?" Jordan asks, but he's gotten the message from his mother.

"So who is Dylan dear? I didn't remember you being a big Niner fan?"

Jordan flashes bright red, but maintains his composure.

"You don't know EVERYTHING about me," he counters. And Marianna seems
content to drop if for now.

We finish our lunch and say our goodbyes to the Fouts on the way out. I
hear Carol say, 'what a cute couple.' I laugh to myself and wonder if
Marianna caught it.

Marianna drops me in front of my building and I am feeling a bit bummed I
won't have my usual Saturday afternoon with Jordan, he has become part of
my life and routine, but to my surprise Jordan jumps out too with his
school pack back.

"Tim, don't let him spend too much time on the computer or playing video
games. I told him he could stay and watch the game only if he did some
homework when it was over."

"I'll make sure he gets business taken care of."

"And if you want me to come get him when you are tired of him, just have
him call."

"No, no, I'll bring him home, it isn't a problem at all. And thanks again
for lunch"

"It was the least I could do all the meals you have bought him already,"
she was smiling as her window rolled up, but here look was an unmistakable,
'remember our talk' look.

Jordan and I are pretty quiet in the elevator ride up, but when the doors
close behind us once we are in my condo I say, "My, my aren't you just FULL
of surprises today!" and I start chuckling.

"Yeah, sorry about that, Mom ambushed me going out the door, I had no
idea."

While he is talking he is peeling off his clothes. He stands there, stark
naked, in my foyer with his hands on his hips and says, "well, are we
showering or what?"

I chuckle again and say, "yeah, go get the shower going, I'll be there in a
sec."

He bounds down the hallway, his cute little globes undulating up and down
and then he disappears around the corner. Yikes, I am going to shower naked
with him again, I want him more and more each time this happens and now his
mother knows me, knows I am gay and has her suspicions (as any mother would
and should). In for a penny in for a pound, I start peeling my clothes too
as I head to the shower.

Jordan has the shower fired up and running and as I step in behind him, he
leans in and grinds his little buns into me.

"None of that mister, and start 'splainin'. What game are we watching, what
does your mother know about us, how does she know Marco and how did Dylan
happen to walk in during lunch?"

"Haha, I love it when a plan comes together!" he chuckles.

"Ok, so here it goes. The game is the Stanford-Notre Dame game and Mom has
no idea we shower or that I have seen you naked or that you've seen me or
anything. Like I told you that first day we showered I know what is at
stake and I am cool with everything and no one is ever going to know what
happens besides Marco. Mom knows Marco because he has come over a few times
to help me with homework and knows he is gay, she suspects we are playing
hide the Italian salami because she has grilled me like a vice squad cop
and when I wouldn't break, she flipped to counseling me on "being
safe". Dylan knows we go to Bambino's every Saturday and he wanted to meet
me for reals and have our parents meet so we can meet again and have it
parent approved and natural. When I texted him that Mom was going to be at
Bambino's today, he made sure his parents would come and get there about
1PM."

"Damn little man you have a lot of balls in the air. Don't slip and let
them all come crashing down on your head."

"Naw Tim, I think it is under control. Mom is getting used to the idea that
I am gay and am a sexual being. It helps that I'm being pretty open and
that she has met Marco and she likes him. I know she has talked to Marco's
mom and I think that helps too. She even asked Teresa about you."

I spin Jordan around to face me.

"And?" my eyebrows arch up.

"Relax, she told my Mom you and Marco were really good friends because of
the restaurant and you were trying to help him get into Berkeley or
Stanford. Marco says she wouldn't ever talk about your guys relationship
outside the family because it is your guys business."

Cold comfort as I am standing naked with a 13 year old in the shower and I
wonder what I have gotten myself into thinking with the wrong head.

"Aye, yi yi Jordie, this is way too complicated."

I jump out of the shower and start to towel off. Jordan follows me out.

"Ah Tim, don't be mad everything is fine."

"No Jordan, even if no one knows what happens with us, you me and Marco, I
need to think about what is right."

"Tim, you won't stop seeing me will you? You won't leave me too will you?"

Big tears are welling up in his eyes.

"Please Tim", he pleads.

Now the giant tears roll down his cheek. I grab the naked, dripping yet boy
and pull him to me. I can feel his tears running down my chest.

"Ah Jordan, I'll never leave you, I'll never stop seeing you as long as you
want and your Mom lets me. But that doesn't mean we might not have to make
some adjustments."

"Adjustments, what adjustments", he sobs softly into my chest.

"Like now, we are totally naked and hugging. People just don't understand a
31 year old man being naked with a 13 year old boy. Look at all the trouble
Michael Jackson had."

"But they were having sex and you won't even touch me. I would tell them
that. Even if we had sex, I'd never tell."

"Honey, it wouldn't matter. They wouldn't believe you and it probably
wouldn't matter I am sure I've broken a dozen laws with you already. But I
won't stop seeing you, we just have to get to more of a relationship like
you and your uncle had and less like you and Marco."

"No Tim I don't want anything to change." He sobbed a little harder.

I let him cry out a little longer before I let him go.

"We can talk more later, Marco will be here soon. Let's not bring this up
with him."

"Ok." His crying subsided, Jordan gloomily dries off and puts on a robe. I
put on my sweat bottoms and a t-shirt and head out to the great room to
turn on the football game just so when Jordan's Mom grills him on the game
and I have no doubt she will, he can answer. He comes out a bit later and
plops down next to me and he looks like a puppy dog that's been kicked.

"Try to cheer the hell up Jordan, you are going to make me miserable if you
look this way all day!"

"I can't help it, its how I feel. I just want you to love me."

"Oh stop that, you know I love you. We just have to be careful how we
express it. Your Mom, the police, my neighbors, people in general, would
never believe that what we even done so far was innocent, let alone if it
goes any further. I think as long as we establish boundaries, we'll be
ok. It won't change anything in how I feel about you."

He just grunts and slides his hand under my t-shirt as he cuddles up to me.

"Boundaries" I say and thump his head a little. That gets a giggle out of
him at least, but he doesn't move is hand and I don't make him. I guess we
will readjust in baby steps.

We watch the game quietly and it is a back and forth affair, Stanford is
down 20-14 heading into the 4th quarter. The elevator opens in the foyer
and Marco, who has his own keys to my condo now, comes in with his hands
full. He is cooking dinner tonight and he has some fresh pasta and dough
and fixin's from Bambino's to prepare the meal.

"Buon giorno dei bambini" he greets us.

"Marco my love, how was work?"

"Oh very amusing thanks to your young friend there!" he says, dropping the
supplies on the kitchen counter.

"You too?" I ask, "why was yours interesting?"

"I had no idea Dylan was going to show up, I almost dropped a tray of
entrees when I saw him, WITH HIS PARENTS in my restaurant."

"I didn't know you knew Dylan."

"Oh yeah, ever since I friended Jordan on Stickam and MySpace I've meet all
the regular guys, Dylan, Ryan, Matt, Christian, Brian and a few more. I
just never expected to see one in my restaurant let alone with his parents
and with you and Jordan's Mom. It was like a bad soap opera with me in the
middle."

"Ha, how do you think I felt! I had no idea Marianna knew you or that she
had talked to your Mom about me and us. I mean dang, it scares the heck out
of me."

"I'm gonna change, but don't sweat it. My mother would never talk about our
relationship with anyone."

Marco disappears into my bedroom and emerges in nothing but a bathrobe. He
settles onto the couch with Jordan and me, putting his feet up on the
coffee table. Jordan for his part shifts to lay down with his head on my
thigh and his feet in Marco's lap. I am intent on watching the game as
Notre Dame has now gone up two touchdowns, but Stanford is threatening to
score and pull within one touchdown.

I notice that Jordan is slipping his bare feet inside Marco's bathrobe. I
know by Marco's squirming and the reaction I can see inside Jordan's
bathrobe, where those bare feet have landed. After about ten minutes of
Jordan's subtle, gentle leg movement, the movement becomes less subtle; I
can hear Marco draw in a big breath. Even though I can't see anything, the
eroticism of the situation has given me a raging hard-on. With Jordan's
head on my lap he can see me tenting. My concentration on the game is
slipping. Jordan guides his hand inside my sweats and wraps his hand gently
around my erection; he glides slowly up and down all 7+ inches a few
times. I close my eyes ad want to let this happen, but I pull his hand out.

"Noooo" he protests.

"Sorry Jordie, it just can't happen."

"Pleeeease, just this once?" he pleads.

"C'mon Jordie." Marco say softly.

Marco stands up and pulls Jordan up with him.

"I wa.."

Marco puts a finger to his lips and that silences Jordan. Marco takes his
hand and walks him down the hallway to my bedroom.

Thank God, it would have been so easy just to give in. It felt so good to
have Jordan stroking me. I have to admit for all my good intentions I have
masturbated more than once to the video captures of Jordan with his Stickam
buddies and closed my eyes and imagined him saying those words to me.

I head to the office to check what is going on in my bed room. I flip on
the cams, but I don't see what I expect. I thought they would be humping
like water buffaloes in heat, but instead they are lying naked on my
bed. Marco has his head on the pillows, his legs spread wide, Jordan is
laying with his head in the opposite direction, his legs in between Marco's
and his little feet are massaging Marco's rock hard cock while he strokes
himself.

"Oh fucking A Jordo, oh fuck yeah."

That gets a giggle from Jordan as Marco lifts his hips and writhes in
pleasure.

"Oh fuck Jordie, you better fuck me now before I blow all over the place"

Jordan doesn't need a second invitation. He goes to the night stand drawer
and pulls a condom out and is rolling it down as Marco flips over, buries
his head in the pillow and puts his ass high in the air.

"What are you doing?"

"I want it hard Jordan, oh damn I want it hard."

Jordan goes behind Marco with the lube and lubes up his ass and starts to
loosen Marco up with his fingers.

"No, Jordie, I am ready, oh I am so ready, just go."

This position is new for Jordan so he is a little stymied at first. Marco's
ass is too high for Jordan on his knees so he half stands and slips his
cock into Marco's rose. Marco moans a little as Jordan slides in.

"Oh yeah Jordan, slide it deep"

Jordan puts his hands on Marco's hips and starts to drive his cock in and
out of Marco. As Jordan picks up speed he stands more and he is almost
driving straight down into Marco, pounding him for all he is worth. Every
ounce of Jordan's strength and every muscle is working to give Marco
pleasure and Marco is loving it. I can see the contractions of the muscles
in Jordan's ass. It is just rock hard when he is on the down stroke all the
way inside Marco and I can see a bit of his boy hole when he pulls back up
before plunging in again. The pounding goes on for an intense 7 or 8
minutes, Jordan has sweat on his neck and probably his forehead too. Marco
is barely jacking, even so I can tell by his moaning and breathing that he
is approaching a climax. He reaches for the towel I keep next to the bed so
I know he is really, really close.

"Oh fuck, Jordie I am so close."

"Go ahead I am almost there too"

"Urgh, oh fuck, yes, fuck yes"

I can see rocket streams of cum shooting out of Marco's bucking cock.

"Oh damn Jordie that is the best ever"

Jordan pulls out of Marco.

"Get on your back quick!"

Marco rolls to his back and Jordan whips off the condom and positions
himself in between Marco's legs, his cock is just above Marco's smooth
balls and softening cock and he is jacking furiously. His cheeks tighten,
he arches his back and thrusts his hips forward as streams of thick cum
spurts out of his cock hitting Marco on his chest, stomach, cock and
balls. Five big gushes come out before he lays his cock on Marco's balls
and lets out a huge sigh.

"Oh wow, I thought I was going to pass out there." Jordan manages to gasp
out.

"Yeah, it was great for me too. I don't know why the whole foot thing
turned me on so much, but that was hot. Are you ready to shower?"

They head into the shower and I head into the panic room to watch the
shower and mostly hear what they are saying.

They are relaxing and enjoying the hot water. Jordan is in front and Marco
is behind, much like Jordan and I had been several hours earlier. No one is
saying much.

"So you got a bit of Tim there, earlier hunh?" Marco asks out of no place.

Jordan lights up and turns to Marco animatedly.

"Dude, it was so cool! I had his hard cock in my hand. I swear if he had
let me go three more strokes I would have pulled those sweats down and
sucked on that rat!"

That gets a big grin out of Marco and my cock jumps involuntarily. I really
have to be careful now. I know giving Jordan an inch and he'll push it as
far as he can.

"You have to be careful though Jordan, it isn't fair to Tim."

"Fair to Tim? What do you mean?"

"I mean dude, Tim is a guy. Guys think with their dicks. You are a fuckin'
little hottie and I know a part of Tim would love to do with you what we
just did, but there is a bigger, better part of Tim that wants what's best
for you, not best for him and his dick. When you say your prayers every
night you should thank God for guys like Tim who care more about you than
themselves. I've been with guys a lot older than Tim when I was your age
and not one cared for me the way Tim cares for you. They got their rocks
off on me and at that time I was fine with it because I got my rocks off
too, but I hit a certain age or they had had their fun with me and they
were just done with me. It hurt. I didn't even like those guys and it hurt
to feel like just an object or piece of ass. You will never be that to
Tim. He'll be your friend as long as you want him."

"Yeah, yeah, I know, but I just want him so bad. Do you know how many times
I've jerked thinking about him?"

"I know you think you understand, but do you really, really get what it
would mean to his life if people found out just the innocent things you
guys have done, let alone if it went further? My mother has gotten used to
the idea of me liking older guys and she is old world Italian, she
understands. My grandmother was 14 when she got married and Nonni was 37
years old. Not everyone is like that or understands so you have to be extra
careful and not tell anyone, you mother, a friend, a teacher or especially
a priest about all that goes on in your life with Tim and me. It has to
stay private."

"I know, I know, I know. I am really good with secrets and inventing
circumstances. My Mom suspects you are more than a friend, but she also
knows she can't push anymore. I mean she practically bought me condoms."

"Ok, cool. Let's dry off, I gotta get dinner going."

Marco steps out of the shower and grabs a towel, but Jordan stays in.

"Can you hand me a towel?"

Jordan starts to dry off in the shower, he looks right at me and smiles. I
know he can't see me, but does he suspect I am here watching. He keeps his
smile and turns his ass to the mirror wall between us and bends over drying
off. He spreads his cheeks in drying them off and gives me an incredible
view of that sweet spot. I want to bust through the wall and plant my
tongue in there.

He stands up and turns back to face me.

"Love you" he says right to me.

"Love you too Jordan", Marco answers, not really paying attention.

I skedaddle out of the panic room into the great room and am flipping
through the afternoon late games and wrap-up shows when Marco and Jordan
emerge from the back of the condo in boxers. Marco is wearing a pair of
mine and Jordan is wearing Marco's that are just a bit too for him so they
droop and show the top of his cute little globes.

Marco starts bustling in the kitchen and Jordan comes and cuddles up next
to me.

"Mmmm, did you enjoy the show?" Jordan asks coyly.

"Well Notre Dame licked us in the end, but it was good." I answer back
without batting an eye.

"You better get dressed Jordan, I have to get you home, it is after 5
already."

"No, can't I stay for Marco's dinner?" he pleaded.

"Call your Mom and if it Is ok with her, it is ok with us, right Marco?"

"Prego", he answers.

"Cool!"

Jordan grabs the phone in the kitchen and dials home.

"Hey Mom, Marco is cooking an extra special dinner for Tim and they say I
can stay if it is ok with you."

A pause.

"The game? We got licked in the end but it was good" Jordan delivers this
line looking right at me and I almost spit the ice tea in my mouth out in
surprise.

Marco motions to Jordan to hand him the phone.

"Hey Marianna, Marco here. [Marianna, he calls her Marianna?] Oh great
thanks. Yeah, I am cooking a Calzoncelli and a Lamb Tordelli with a Pizza
Margherita and Tim will do a green salad, that's his best dish. [I am
shooting daggers at him with my eyes]. Yeah, we'll have Cinderella home by
9PM. Ok bye now."

He hands the phone back to Jordan.

"Thanks Mom! I know, I won't be a pest and I won't overstay my welcome."

Jordan hangs up the phone and lets a whoop out.

As Marco cooks the meal, I assign my salad duty to Jordan I go to the
dining room table and set it up a bit nicer than usual, lit the candles and
lower the lights on the table. I go to my wine closet and think what is
just right for tonight, I choose a 2004 Librandi Ciro Rosato, the gaglioppo
grapes make this wine, a rich and colorful Rosato and it will go
beautifully with Marco's lamb and the pizza.

"Jordan, what do want to drink?"

"The wine is good with me!" he says brightly.

"Jordan, what do want to drink?" I ask again as if I hadn't heard him.

"Dew." He says dejectedly.

"Is that spelled d-o-o or d-e-w?" I say grinning at him.

All I get in response a tongue stuck out at me. Ah he is just so dang
cute. A little man at times, but a little boy too. I hope this all works
out and stays under control.

"Are you guys warm enough?"

"I'm good," Marco answers.

"Me too," says Jordan.

I go back to my bedroom and lose the sweats and shirt and just put on
boxers too, it seems that is going to be the dress for dinner tonight.

"Timmy, dinner is ready," Marco calls from the kitchen.

Before sitting down, I fire up the heaters on the lanai. Marco and Jordan
are facing each other at the table leaving the head of the table for me. I
take Jordan's hand and he is a little surprised at first, but pleased and
then I grasp Marco's.

"Do you want to say grace Marco?"

"Hey I cooked the whole meal, let the rookie do it."

I look at Jordan and say "ok rookie, you have the grace then."

He blushes a bit, but bows his head and starts, "thank you dear Lord for
Timmy and Marco, I love them so much. Bless this food and bless us, in your
Son's blessed name, amen."

He gives my hand a squeeze, I squeeze back and squeeze Marco's hand as
well. We dig into Marco's amazing meal, I really think he does cook well
enough now to open a restaurant. The boys chatter about the Internet,
Stickam & MySpace friends, video games and I just take it all in. Then they
switch to school, Marco is grilling Jordan on his classes and his
homework. Maybe Marianna has it wrong, maybe it isn't my influence working
to improve Jordan, maybe it is Marco's. That boy is incredible.

I am incredibly stuffed and I just want to chill on the outdoor couch. I
grab the wine, my wine glass and one of the Pendleton blankets I pulled
out.

"Who wants to cuddle on a couch?" I ask grinning.

"Me, me, I do!" little Jordan answers.

Marco for his part just smiles and gives me an Italian shoulder shrug. I
settle into the end of the couch, Marco snuggles into me and Jordan
snuggles into Marco. I pull the blanket over us and grab the music master
controller and put on the opera channel. Rolando Villazon is singing from
La BohŠme.

"Eww, what's this?" Jordan wrinkles his nose like there is a bad smell in
the air.

Marco speaks up, "That is one of your countrymen, Rolando Villazon, one of
the great tenors in the world. If you want to be cool and hang with Tim and
me you'll have to learn these things"

Madama Butterfly is opening in a few weeks at the San Francisco Opera;
maybe I need to take Jordan, Marianna and Marco to a performance. I'll have
to get that arranged.

"Well said Marco, if you wanna be cool Jordan ya gotta learn opera."

Jordan just 'umms' and buries his head into Marco's chest and warps his
arms around him. Marco smiles and lays back into me and puts one arm around
Jordan and holds his wine glass in the other, I put my free arm around
Marco and run my fingers through Jordan's close cropped black hair. He
purrs like a kitten.

We stay this way for 40 minutes, hardly saying a word, we don't have
to. Just being like this with each other is enough.

"Ok boys, time to get dressed and take our fairy princess home."

"Noooo" is Jordan's predictable reaction.

"C'mon bud, your Mom was nice to let you stay this late. If you want to
build trust with her you need to show her you are responsible. She said you
could be out until 9PM, we'll get you home at 8:45 and she'll be
impressed."

"Ok, ok"

"Do you want to come too Marco or are you tired?"

"I'm beat, I think I'll stay home this time"

I get dressed too and Jordan and I make our way to the garage. I take the
Beamer this time, I really love driving this car, I need to get out of the
city more so I can really open it up. I drop Jordan at 8:40, he gives me a
peck on the cheek and tells me he'll see me next week.

I wheel back home and when the elevator opens into my condo, something
doesn't feel right. All the lights in the great room, kitchen and lanai are
off, only the ambient light of the electronics and night lights are on.

"Marco!" I yell.

No answer.

"Marco!"

Still no answer. Surely he didn't go home. It looks like there is a glow
coming from my bedroom. Maybe he just went to bed. I enter the bedroom and
no Marco in the bed, but there is an odd flickering in the bathroom and the
door is partially closed. I cross the room and push the door open. Sinatra
is playing softly, there are candles burning. And then I see him. There is
Marco.

He is in the freakin' Jacuzzi with bubbles all over the place. I bust up
laughing.

"Well there is a romance killer," Marco giggles back.

"I am sorry honey, this is sweet, but it just isn't what I was
expecting. Where did you find the bubble bath?"

"I brought it with me. I figured when you drove Jordan home I'd could set
things up."

While Marco is talking, I'm stripping my clothes off. I turn on the jets
before I slip into the warm water. I slip in behind Marco and wrap my arms
around him.

"I love you funny bunny, sei il mio amore"

"And you are my love too Timmy."

Marco lays his head back on my shoulder, I put my ear against his and wrap
my arms around him. The Jacuzzi jets massage around us and the bubbles
start to build up too high, so I shut off the jets, the hot water feels
great. I have a RapidHeat inline heater so the water will stay hot as long
as we are in the tub.

I love holding this young man. I turn my head and nibble gently on his ear,
he giggles a little, but doesn't move his head at first. When he does, he
turns his face to me. I nibble his bottom lip a little, he parts his lips
and I kiss him softly. His tongue snakes into my, but not with the usual
fervor, now it is more coy. We kiss simply and easily at first, but then
the intensity builds.

It builds to the point of passion that Marco leaves my arms and turns to
face me. He sits on me. I can feel his now hard cock sticking into my
stomach. I reach behind and cup his perfect cheeks. While we kiss, he
undulates his hips into me. I love the feel of the muscles in his ass while
he humps into me. Marco settles back down lower and grabs my erection, he
spreads his legs and cheeks over me and directs my cock into him. This is
the first time we have never used protection, but at this point, I don't
care. I only want to be in Marco right now. Without lube, it goes in but
not easily, but I think Marco is in the throes of passion too and he
doesn't flinch either.

He gives me one last passionate kiss and then pulls back to arch his back
and start bouncing up and down on my cock. He rises up and slams back down,
I hold his torso to keep him steady. Once he gets his rhythm down I start
to match it, driving up as he is coming down.

"Oh fuck Timmy, yeah, right there, fuck yeah baby."

We fuck like this for ten minutes and I am building rapidly to an orgasm,
Marco hasn't even touched himself and I can't because I need to hang on to
him with both hands to keep him straight on me.

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

"Do it, oh God do it"

I climax just as he is coming down, and I can feel it is a hard shoot.

"Oh shit!"

I pump two more times before it registers and I start to relax. He climbs
off me and turns around again and lays back into me.

"Oh shit what?"

"I fucking came when you came, the sensation was unreal. I wasn't touching
myself or anything, not even close, but then WHAM, you exploded in me, I
swear I almost passed out I was seeing white lights. I could barely catch
my breath."

"Ha ha sweet" is all I can say.

"So Marco, I know you know this, but we didn't use a condom you know?"

"Yeah, yeah I know, but you and I got tested last month, I am pretty sure
Jordan isn't doing anyone else so I am feeling pretty comfortable."

"Let's dry off and crawl into bed."

"K" is all he says.

We climb out of the Jacuzzi and I open the drain and turn off the inline
heater. I marvel again at Marco's perfect body, 5'9", 135, just the perfect
size for me, smooth, hard and not an ounce of fat. How did I get so lucky?
And damn he can cook.

We crawl under the covers naked. The flannel sheets are soft, smooth and
work. I just don't get people who like silk sheets, flannel is so much
better! I am lying on my back, Marco lies on his stomach and drapes himself
on me, my left arm encircles him.

"Marco, have I ever told you I love you?"

"Haha, yeah, once or twice. I love you too Tim."

"So are we boyfriends?"

"Hmm, ha ha, the dreaded question. Yeah we kind of are. I love you, I love
being with you, but is it ok if we don't label it for a while? I mean if
you want to label it, I'm cool 'cuz I'll never stop loving you, but I don't
want to have to just yet. You know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I know exactly what you mean. You are 16 and I would never expect to
tie you down, but I thought we should talk about it, get it out in the
open. I don't want anyone besides you, but I am content to wait."

"You don't want anyone?" Marco lifts his head and looks at me and he has a
"cat swallowed the canary" look on his face. "What about Jordan?", his
eyebrows arch.

"Holy shit, what I want and what I can have are two very different things
honey."

"Oh you could have Jordan any time you want. He wants you in the worst way
and I think he knows what is at stake. He isn't a wide eyed innocent. We
have had some pretty straight talks when I've gone over to help him with
homework. I've told him about the older guys I've been with, what guys from
the Internet are like and that men are pigs."

"I know I could go there, I just wouldn't feel good about it. I love him so
much it hurts, but it is a different love than the love I have for
you. Even though you are 16 Marco I think of you as an equal, a man, a man
of the world. Jordan is just this cute, vulnerable boy and all I want to do
is protect him from all the bad stuff and I don't want to be the bad
stuff."

"Tim, you could never be the "bad stuff", you care too much. If you and
Jordan go there, it will be because he wants it, he is ready and you want
to please HIM and give in to HIS desires, not yours."

"Mmm, I think I'll just keep you, you are a lot less complicated."

I kiss his cute little nose.

"I love you funny bunny, coniglietto buffo."

"Love you too Timmy, il mio grand'amore."

Within five minutes I hear the deep, regular breathing of Marco as he
enters slumber. My eyes are heavy and I know I am not far behind.


End of Chapter Four