Date: Fri, 27 Nov 2009 07:39:43 -0800 From: Tim P Subject: Jordan's Tale 3 All rights reserved. Other than downloading one copy for personal enjoyment, no part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted by any means, except for reviews, without the written permission of the author. Comments on the story are appreciated and may be addressed to the author, Tim Price at privatetimm@gmail.com All the usual disclaimers apply. This is a work of pure fiction and a fetid imagination. If it is illegal to read this where you live, don't read it. If you are under legal age where you live, don't read it. This story contains descriptions of consensual sexual contact between males, adult and minor. It is written for the entertainment of mature adults. Passing through Nifty's main page to get here is your way of saying it is legal for you to be reading it. I wake from the best night of sleep I can remember for years and I still have the feeling of contentment and well being. Marco and I haven't shifted an inch, we are exactly as we fell asleep 6 1/2 hours ago. I lay there for a bit listening to Marco's slow, steady breathing, feeling his chest rise and fall. I smell his hair. The scent is fresh, clean and masculine. I glance at the clock and it is still really early in the morning. I curse my years of swimming and water polo morning workouts, I seldom wake later than 5AM and usually just before 4AM. I have really slept in today because it is well past 6AM, but I close my eyes and let the warmth of Marco's body heat and his rhythmic breathing put me in that state just between being asleep and being awake. I glance at the clock again and it is after 9AM and Marco is still out, but I have to take a leak so I roll out of bed and go use the guest bathroom because I don't want to wake Marco until he is ready to get up (or 11AM, whichever comes first). I also brush my teeth because I feel totally unclean until I have brushed my teeth in the morning; then I head to the laundry room and pull his jeans from the dryer. If I am taking this boy to church his jeans need to be pressed. I pull the ironing board down from the wall and start to lay a crease on these jeans, normally I hate ironing, but somehow ironing for Marco seems ok, even pleasurable. I hang them up and go to the kitchen and grind some Peet's Italian Roast to put on a pot of coffee. Just as the coffee is ending its cycle a bleary eyed and totally naked Marco wanders into the kitchen. "Morning sunshine!" I say cheerily. He grunts, walks over to me, kisses me and throws his arms around me and just stands there for a minute holding me. "Morning" he says finally. He grabs a coffee cup off the counter and fills it up. What a sight he is, naked, sipping coffee holding the cup with both hands. He has an ass you could bounce quarters off. "So what time is it?" "It is around 9:30." "Cool, we have time for you to nail me once, shower and still make Mass on time." I start laughing, but when he raises his left eyebrow I know he isn't kidding. I put my coffee cup on the counter and look at him. He gulps a couple of gulps of coffee and smiles at me. "We don't have time." I tell him. He starts to protest. "We'll fuck in the shower to save time, you go start the shower and I'll get supplies." He grins and runs to my bathroom. I hear the shower go on and I stop by the bedroom, grab some condoms and lube. Marco is in the shower leaning back, luxuriating in the hot water hitting him from two directions. I step into the shower and put the condoms and lube on the shelf. Marco opens one eye and closes it again, he opens his arms. I step into his arms and he closes them around me. The hot water runs over us and between us. I put my lips to Marco's and they part. My tongue snakes inside his mouth, but instead of the passionate tongue fighting of yesterday, he feels more submissive and passive, but it in an intimately gentle way and I find it even hotter than the animal Marco from last night. As my hands explore his down back to his ass, I feel my cock rapidly hardening. Marco is already hard and his large cock points to the ceiling and presses into my stomach. As I kiss him he starts to rhythmically move his hips into me and I respond in kind. We kiss and grind, grind and kiss. I remove my arms from around him, place them on the wall behind him and pin to the wall and step up my kissing and grinding another notch. Marco pushes back and resists a little, but not really, he puts his arms over his head against the wall and I go from kissing his lips to kissing his neck, hot water runs into my mouth off Marco's neck as I kiss him. He squirms some more and moans as I hit all the right spots. We have places to be and things to do, so I don't waste much time, I slide down his body and swallow his thick, 7" cock. Marco moans and responds by thrusting up. I let him work it for a bit before I reassert control and work over his head. All I hear as some low 'oh fucks'. As I really tongue him hard and fast Marco pulls me off. "Fuck me now, I wanna cum with your dick in my ass." I pull the supplies off the shelf, open a condom and roll it down my cock. It will be hard to stay lubricated because the lube is all water based. I turn the shower heads away so we can get going. Marco bends over and braces himself on the wall, I finger him to open him up and then slow slide inside, the head enters him and he grunts. "Tell me if I need to back off Marco." "Don't you dare, just keep pushing in." I grab his waist and bury my cock all the way in his ass. He sighs, "Oh man that is the spot, bang away." I don't need much encouragement and I use my hands on his waist to push his hips away and then pull them back and I slam deep into him. Every time I slam in an 'oh God', 'oh fuck' or 'shit yes' escapes his lips. As hard and as fast as I am going, I know I won't last long and Marco knows it too because he is stroking himself furiously. "Let me know when you are close Marco, I can blow at anytime." "I am so close, maybe a minute, hit me hard a few more times maybe less." He gasps breathlessly. I wasn't sure it was possible, but I go even faster and harder. "Oh yes, here it cums." He starts exploding on the wall of the shower and I cum right after. I wish I wasn't wearing the condom because I want Marco to feel me inside of him and the warmth, but I know it wouldn't be the right thing. My pumping slows and my cumming runs its course and so does Marco's. I pull out and pull off the condom. "Oh fuck." Marco slides to the floor of the shower and lies on his back. "Damn that was so intense." "No time to be laying down Marco." I say, grinning down at him. I lift him to his feet and soap him up and rinse him off and he does the same to me. We kiss a little through the suds. We walk into the bedroom and I grab some clean boxers for him and me to wear, his waist is a bit smaller than mine but they should fit just fine; undershirts are next and I find a Polo dress shirt that should fit him fine. By the time I get him in his pressed jeans and a pair of my dress loafers he looks very respectable for Mass. We show up at St. Peter and Paul's right on time and slip in a row in the back. Marco points to a very nice looking woman in the front row and whispers, 'there's Momma'. I nod and get a bit of a chill. What will she think of her just 16 year old son showing up to church with an older man? I stress through most of the service and barely hear the homily and when it is time to take Communion I try to watch Marco's mother out of the corner of my eye. She seems startled, but pleased to see Marco. As the service ends I was hoping we could dash out the back, but Marco is heading to the front. I roll my eyes, suck in a breath and follow. "Marco, dovete consultare Decent!" (Marco, you look decent!) as she pinches his cheek. "Gee Momma, thanks for the wonderful compliment!" he says with playful sarcasm. "Eh, that you are here is a miracle and you must be the second coming of Anne Sullivan." She says, indicating me. I blush and am ready to stammer when Marco jumps in. "Momma, this is Tim, the Miracle Worker. When I delivered my last delivery of the day yesterday to his place I was soaking wet and freezing cold. He got me warm and dry. I am sure he saved my life." and Marco smiles like an insurance salesman. "Nice to meet you Tim." She says with genuine warmth. "Buongiorno Signora, molto piacere di incontrare voi." (good morning Mrs., a great pleasure to meet you) Marco's mom laughs. "You must have learned your Italian in the North. Lei parla bene." "Yes, Firenze, thank you Mrs. Bisignani." "Oh Tim dear, Mrs. Bisignani wears a black dress and doesn't get out much these days, I'm Teresa." "I'm going to the bathroom, you two get acquainted." Marco says and then dashes off before I can protest or come up with an alternative. What do you say to the mother of your underage lover? "Oh good we have a chance for a nice chat." Teresa says with a smile. It looks genuine and I don't see a knife coming from her skirt, still I am apprehensive. "Marco is a good boy Tim, please don't hurt him. The fact you got him to church stands in your favor already, but he is young and still vulnerable from his father's death. So please take extra care with him." "I... we.... we are friends, I mean Marco is 16 and...." She raises a hand to stop me. "My mother was 14 when she married my father who was 37 and they had 58 wonderful years together. If Marco has decided to date you there is nothing I can do to stop him and really nothing you can do either to be frank. Marco is a very headstrong boy. He sees what he wants and he goes to get it. The last man he dated was older than you and he didn't speak Italian or bring Marco to Mass, you are already ahead of the game." "I don't know what Marco and I are beyond friends right now, but I agree, he is a good boy, a very good boy, with a good head on his shoulders, a good plan for his life and he's damn handy in the kitchen. I promise not to hurt him." "I believe you." Marco returns. "Ciao Momma." Marco says as he gives her a peck on the cheek. "Ciao Marco. Tim, arrivederla, see you both at 5PM." "Arrivederla, Teresa." I say and look at Marco, raising an eyebrow. "We'll see you at 5 Momma, we'll bring the bread." As we get out of earshot Marco casually explains that we are having Sunday dinner with the family, all the kids and nonni; Italian roasted chickens, roasted potatoes, pasta with marinara, red wine, green salad and warm Italian bread with a San Francisco twist (sourdough) and we have to stop at the Italian French Baking Company on Grant to get the right bread. Maybe Teresa is right, I've already been snared and I didn't even have a say in the matter. I find I don't mind though if Marco and I are an item now. ********************************************************************************************************************** Diner at the Bisignani house went well and none of Marco's siblings batted an eye when they met me. Nonni looked me up and down and shrugged. Marco laughed and told me that meant she loved me. We switched back and forth between Italian and English throughout dinner which was fine with me. A couple of the kids made fun of my Tuscan accent for being 'high falootin' and their accent still has the earthy tones of the Calabrian accents of their grandparents, but it isn't that pronounced which I am sure is from years of the blended California Italian accent. Marco and I still haven't discussed our status, so I don't know if we are dating or not, but we have talked every day since Sunday and I saw him on Thursday when he came by for an early dinner. I made sure it was an early dinner because I wanted to send him home early on a school night. He protested and wanted to spend the night, but I put my foot down and said no to that on a school night. We watched TV and made out a little, but didn't have sex which was fine with me, because if we are going to get serious I want the relationship based on compatibility and companionship, not sex, because sex gets old, even great sex. ******************************************************************************************* It is Saturday now and I am waiting for Jordan to show up for our football session. It is a gorgeous day so no repeat of last Saturday's dash in the rain. It did rain a lot on Friday, but the storm has moved on to the Sierras and there isn't a cloud in the sky. Jordan is right on time and he looks thrilled to see me in the flesh. We have talked online several times during the week on Stickam, but nothing like what I saw the previous Saturday with his buds, which is actually fine with me. We go through the usual stretching, tinged with the tensions that go along with the intimate nature of some of them. We play and talk, talk and play. After running a series of patterns and plays Jordan will sit down to rest and he tells me about school, how his grades are coming, what he likes and doesn't like, how his Mom is doing, what he feels about his Uncle being gone, not having a father, just everything. It is amazing how easily we talk to each other. For my part, I fill him in on my week and what is going on with my job and talk about how hard managing people is and all the crazy personalities. He also wants to know all about Marco and are we boyfriends and stuff like that. I know that they have been talking all week too so I ask him to tell me. He just grins and shrugs and then laughs. "Yeah, exactly," I say back to him, laughing. As we are getting near to our usual quitting time I throw Jordan a deep pass, he catches it and keeps running a bit and then goes down to the ground and it looks like he is writhing in pain. My heart leaps into my throat and I sprint down to where he is. As I get near I see he is in a giant mud and water puddle from last night's rain rolling back and forth and he is filthy. "Oh look, I'm all wet and dirty and brrrrrr, I'm getting all cold now too." I don't know if I should laugh or strangle him, but I know where he thinks this is heading. "Wow, it is going to a rough walk home all wet and dirty like that." He looks crestfallen. "C'mon, let's go to my place. I can't send you home like that." He jumps up looking like the proverbial cat that swallowed the canary. We hustle over to my place because even though the sun is out, it isn't warm and he is soaking wet. We get in the elevator and when it stops at my floor and opens into my apartment, I pull the "run" lever out to stop it on my floor so I can wipe the water out. Jordan steps in the foyer and I stop him from going any further. "Hold it right there mister, peel all that stuff off before you step on the carpeting." Jordan grins and is only too happy to comply. As he sits on the floor to peel his cleats and socks off I run into the kitchen to grab some paper towels to mop up the elevator floor. I push the run lever back in and the elevator doors close just as Jordan drops his boxer briefs and I see a cute bare bun disappearing down the hall to my bathroom. Damn. I gather his wet, dirty clothes and take them to the laundry room and throw them into the washer, set it to cold and start the machine. The thought goes through my mind that I should set it to hot wash and rinse and pull all the hot water away from the little shit in the shower, but I am not that heartless. Besides, I actually installed a separate water heater for my bathroom to avoid that. I walk into the front room and turn on the TV. Five minutes later a wet Jordan, wrapped in a towel, appears at the edge of the room. "All done?" I ask innocently. "No," is the stern reply, "I'm waiting for you!" "Why I wasn't cold or wet." I like playing this out. "Well I was and I have mud in places I can't get and I neeed you in there." "Ok, stop dripping on my floor, I'll be right in." Jordan grins in triumph, does an 'oh yeah' arm pump and scampers back to the shower. I shake my head, smile and follow him. I stop in my bedroom and peel off my workout clothes and drop them in the hamper in my closet, I decide to step in the closet and take a peek at Jordan through the one way mirror of the closet door. Damn, the boy is trying to keep down a semi woody, but without much success, every time he pushes it down, it springs back up. "If you leave it alone it will return to normal" I say in my best God-like voice. "Hey where are you?" I step out of the closet. "Hey, how did you get in there? More secret passages?" he asks as he opens the shower door. "Haven't I shown you the closet yet?" I ask as I step in the shower and close the door behind me. 'Mmmm no' is the answer as Jordan wraps his arms around me and buries his head on my chest. I wrap my arms around him too and I can feel his semi on my leg, it causes me to firm up a little, but I don't think it is noticeable. "Woah, what is that!?" Ok, maybe it is. "Hush." And I turn him around. He grinds his little cheeks into me, I slap his right cheek and tell him to behave. I hold him in the hot stream and let the water run off us, both our erections diminish. After a few minutes of relaxing I grab the soap and lather up Jordan's back. He puts his hands against the wall and leans forward and I soap all the way down his body, over his cheeks and in his crack. I feel him shiver as my fingers pass over his hole, but I really wasn't trying for that effect, I was just soaping him up. I kneel down and soap up his legs as I do the back of my hand brush across his ball sac hanging between his legs, I feel his shiver again and let out a low moan. His semi is back. I grab one of the two handheld shower heads and start to rinse him off. When all the soap is off him he asks me to wash his hair. I shrug and say, "OK, hang on." I step outside the shower and grab a plastic stool I use sometimes use when I want to sit and chill in the shower. He sits and I use one of the handhelds to soak his head and work the water through his thick hair. When it is thoroughly wet I hang the handheld back up and pour a good slug of shampoo in the middle of Jordan's head and begin to work it through the big mat of hair he has. I massage his scalp and work it all the way through to the ends. I love getting my hair washed by someone else and I guess he does too because his soldier is at full attention now and pointing straight up. When I think I have worked it through well enough I start to rinse it out. Jordan tilts his head back with his eyes shut. I just want to kiss that angelic face, but I don't (sigh). I apply the conditioner the same way and Jordan must like it too because his erection hasn't eased a lick. I rinse the last bits out. "OK bud, all done." "Oh wow Tim, that felt so nice." "I can tell," and I roll my eyes. Jordan blushes. I kiss the top of his head and step out of the shower to dry off. Jordan rinses a bit of the shampoo and conditioner off his chest and then turns off the shower and steps out to dry off too. "Want to get dressed and go to lunch? Bambino's?" "I don't have any clothes, remember? Besides Marco is bringing lunch over at 2:30 for his last delivery, which reminds me, you have to call Joe with your credit card number. Be sure you tip Marco well." Well I had forgotten about his clothes. I need to put them in the dryer. "I see. Do I have any say in this?" "None whatsoever, other questions?" He looks haughtily at me just so I know who is calling the shots. I laugh, put on a robe and head down to the laundry room to throw his clothes in the dryer. When I get back to my bedroom Jordan is in my bed. "Can we watch TV in here?" I have my doubts, but I say yes any way. I know his boxers are in the dryer so he must be naked in my bed. Great. I drop my robe and join him in my bed and turn on the TV. Jordan snuggles up to me, his hair is still slightly damp and his erection isn't entirely gone as I can feel it on my thigh. But at least he isn't doing anything actively sexual with me. In fact it feels kind of nice having this warm young body on me, sort of comforting and relaxing. I hear a buzzing sound and I realize it is the downstairs front door. "Hello?" "Dude, what are you guys doing? I've buzzed like three times! Let me in." Damn it is Marco, we've fallen asleep and been out for like two hours. Jordan is still nestled into me. "Wake up bud, Marco and lunch are here." I jostle Jordan. Jordan sleepily comes around and is sitting up when Marco walks in the room with two large sacks and pizza. I climb out of bed. "I'll get plates and napkins. Who wants what to drink?" "I'll take red wine," Marco says. "Me too," pipes in Jordan. "Nice try Jordan. Wine is a few years off for you. Mountain Dew ok?" "Sure," he says gloomily. I come back with paper plates, paper towels, utensils, and a bottle of red wine and a bottle of Mountain Dew. Marco is already in bed opening the sacks, the pizza box is open, two slices are gone, and by the clothes on the floor, including some boxers, I know he as naked under the covers as Jordan. I shake my head roll my eyes and Marco just grins at me. I go back to the kitchen for wine glasses and a glass for Jordan's Mountain Dew. Marco is dishing out the pasta and Jordan is already wolfing down his second piece of pizza. I open the wine, pour a glass for Marco, one for me and pour Jordan's Mountain Dew for him and then climb in bed next to Marco. As I lift the covers to climb in, my suspicions are confirmed, Marco is naked as the day he was born. "Salut," I say to Marco and Jordan clinking their glasses. "Salut," they both say in return. "What were you two doing, naked, that took you three minutes to answer the door, hmmm?" "We were fucking like dogs!" is Jordan's cheerful answer. "We were sound asleep," I say and shoot daggers at Jordan. "I like Jordan's answer better, but I believe you Tim." Jordan looks hurt. "If you are good Jordan, you can fuck me later," and Marco kisses him on the lips with a mouth full pepperoni pizza. Jordan bounces up and down and says oh goody oh goody and I just roll my eyes once more. We polish off the lunch and Marco clears the mess off the bed and takes it all into the kitchen. I leave the spot between Jordan and I open for Marco when he gets back. Marco lifts the covers to climb in and as he does I see Jordan is already hard in anticipation. Oh brother, I am going to get a couple of kisses in and then leave the two youngin's to have at it. As Marco slides in Jordan snuggles up to him and Marco must feel Jordan's hard member because he lights up and Jordan giggles which tells me Marco's hands are already busy. He turns his face to me, I kiss him passionately, probing him with my tongue and letting my hands wander a bit. Good Lord, he is hard as a rock too. I whisper in his ear, "be safe," and kiss him once more before I roll out of bed. "Hey, where are you going?" Jordan asks. "Two's company, three's a crowd honey, you and Marco have your fun." "Three's an orgy and I've never had an orgy before!" "Not today Jordan," I smile at him and walk over to his side of the bed. I give him a gentle kiss on the lips and pull back before he can try to slip his tongue into my mouth. I grab a robe off the floor and head to the Media Room to watch TV with a quick side trip to the panic room just to be sure the cameras are rolling. "Can't you make him stay Marco. Doesn't he like me? He won't even touch me hardly." I hear Jordan say. "He loves you Jordie, trust me, that is why he isn't touching you, he doesn't want to hurt you or see you get hurt by anyone, even himself. Trust him." Jordan isn't entirely happy with the answer, but he feels a bit better and besides, he still has Marco naked, hard and getting harder. Jordan climbs on top and throws off the covers. Marco responds by spreading his legs to let Jordan lay in between them and then he wraps them around the boy. As Marco wraps his legs Jordan starts thrusting his hips and pushing his smaller erection on Marco's much larger one. Jordan's thrusting picks up speed, his tongue explores the inside of Marco's mouth, the tip of his cock begins to hit on Marco's pucker, begging for entrance. Marco rolls over, pulls Jordan tight and is now sitting on top of Jordan, he reaches over to the nightstand and grabs a condom from the drawer. As Jordan opens his mouth to protest, Marco puts a finger to Jordan's lips and says, "we have to". He rolls the condom down the 5 1/4" and puts an ample supply of lube before he sits firmly down and takes Jordan's entire shaft quickly. Jordan lets a gasp out as Marco's hole swallows him, but he recovers quickly and starts thrusting up. Marco rocks back and forth, up and down like he is riding a wild bull, his head flung back in ecstasy. Marco rolls back to his back and Jordan pins his shoulders while ever increasing the speed and force of his thrusts. "Oh fuck, pound me Jordie, fuck yeah.... Oh damn, fuck me" Jordan is silent and all business. He is building to his climax. Every time he hits the down stroke he can see the shockwave ripple through Marco's body. He knows he can't hold out much longer so he closes his eyes and tries to make the most and best of each of these last penetrations. "Oh fuck Marc I am going to cum." The quick shorts breaths and gasps tell Marco that Jordan is cumming right now so he gives himself a quick few tugs and joins him in orgasming, large streams of hot boy jizz shoot up onto his chest, he sees stars and feels lightheaded as he releases. The thrusts of Jordan have stopped, he withdraws from Marco and lays down on top of Marco's heaving chest, his own heart pounding so fast and hard he is sure Marco will be able to feel it. "Damn Jordan, for a rank amateur you can fuck with the best of them. I was dating a 36 year old earlier this year and he wasn't half as good as you." Jordan giggled and said, "thanks, I try" and he giggled some more. After a few more minutes of resting they moved to the bathroom for a shower to clean up. Jordan wasn't five minutes into the shower when he was already hard as a rock again with his cock pointing straight up to the ceiling. Marco laughed to himself at this boys ability to reload so he kissed down Jordan's body and let his lips caress the boy's tool before really going to work and giving Jordan a blow job to make the shower more interesting. Jordan for his part, starts pushing his cock as deep as he can into the boy's throat on his knees in front of him. He builds quickly to a second climax. "I'm gonna cum again Marco!" Marco doesn't slow down and doesn't allow Jordan to pull his dick out so Jordan starts shooting spurt after spurt of hot cum into Marco's mouth. Marco milks every last drop out of Jordan, eliciting moans and 'oh fucks' as he works the now sensitive cock. They finish out the shower and join me in the Media Room in their bathrobes. I am halfway through Attack of the Clones, Jordan snuggles up next to me on one side and Marco is on the other. I feel like the salami in a boy and salami sandwich. As the movie ends and credits roll, Jordan asks, "are we watching Revenge of the Sith too?" I glance at Marco and his non-committal shrug is a 'sure why not'. Jordan works the DVD controls to move to the next movie while I put some popcorn in the theater style popper I have and Marco grabs some sodas from the self serve soda fountain. We settle back just as the opening script rolls explaining what is happening to the Republic. I look at Marco in the dark with the flicker of the screen and marvel again and how wonderful looking he is. I look too at Jordan and he looks even younger in this light. Am I doing the right thing letting him indulge his desires? Marco squeezes my hand just then as if he is reading my thoughts. This movie always depresses me because Hayden Christensen is too cute to be evil and I want to like Anakin, but it is hard knowing he becomes Lord Vader. In any case it is better with two nice guys snuggled up to me and hot buttered popcorn to share. The movie winds down to it's depressing conclusion and even knowing good wins in the end makes me sad because it means the death of Vader who once was good, but turned to the dark side because of vanity and distrust. It scares me because I can be vain and distrustful. Don't get me wrong, I have a good grasp of reality, I know I am not going to be serving an evil Lord to conquer the universe, but Star Wars is a morality play about good and evil and the underlying theme isn't lost on me. "That was cool! What are we doing now?" Apparently the larger message isn't universally accepted or even noticed. "It's getting late Jordan bud, you need to get going before your mom starts wondering if you have been kidnapped." "No, I wanna stay with you guys." I grab him and pull him down into my lap and hug him tight. "I would love to keep you here forever and ever, but you know you need to get going, it's getting late." He lets out a huge sigh, "fine, I'll go, but I'm not happy about it." His lower lip juts out in a pout. I giggle and kiss the pouty lip and send him on his way to the laundry room with a slap to his butt. Marco sighs too as Jordon disappears down the hall. "Thank God he is leaving! That bundle of energy is going to kill me. I'm not as young as I used to be!" I know he is kidding, kinda, but he makes me laugh anyway. Jordan comes back fully dressed and kisses us both goodbye. He tries to make one more plea to stay, but I cross my arms and give him my stern look and he knows he can't win this one. As we get to the underground garage Marco asks, "can I drive?" and looks at me expectantly. I ponder this one, it is a big deal and I love my cars, but at the end of the day they are just possessions and I am curious to see what Marco can do. "Sure, we'll take the BMW, scratch it and you are a dead man." "I'll be as gentle as a kitten." "Hmmmm," is all I can respond. I am a nervous wreck as Marco exits the underground garage, actually I was nervous the second he put it into gear to back up out of my parking place, but now he pulls onto the crazy streets of San Francisco and even if he is good they are still dangerous. He does everything right though, looks both ways, pulls out slowly, uses turn indicators and he looks generally comfortable behind the wheel. I relax a bit and try to look as not nervous as possible because I want Marco to know I trust him, even if I have my doubts, I don't want to show them. The drive to Jordan's house is uneventful. Jordan climbs out, casts a longing look to us as he closes the door. He goes to Marco's window and gives Marco a quick peck on the cheek. "I still love you both even though you are ditching me." "Goodbye Jordie, see you next week?" "Yeah, yeah, I wouldn't miss it, talk to you online." Marco pulls away from the curb looking relaxed and confident, like he has been driving twenty years, not a few months. "Why are you so good at this?" "My Dad used to take me out sometimes when they were training guys on engines and let me drive his car. He swore me to secrecy to not tell Mom, but I think she knew anyway." "You miss him a lot, don't you." "Every minute of every day Tim. It's been a couple of years, I go to the therapy and I get by, but I don't know what scares me more never forgetting or that I might forget one day. My therapists thinks my thing for older guys is trying to replace my father." "Are you?" "Naw. I've thought about it a lot and even before my father was killed older guys were my thing. I have fun with Jordan, he's the first young guy I can really tolerate, but not my usual cup of tea." "So does your therapist know your fascination with older guys is more than theoretical?" "No way, I know what the stakes and consequences are. I make my choices and live with them. Think we can get into Quince?" Is he changing subjects or does he just want to go to Quince? "Are you changing topics on me?" "No, I'm making you buy me dinner in San Francisco's best Italian restaurant," he grins. "So it is Saturday, but it's early enough I think we are ok." Marco continues down Scott and then turns left on Bush to head up to Octavia. "You seem to know you way around?" "Frank, he was number 8, used to bring me here a lot. He thought he could impress me with expensive restaurants, expensive presents and flashing cash. He was so busy trying to impress me, he hardly even noticed me. If he hadn't tried so hard to impress and just paid attention to me without the fancy stuff I would have liked him a whole lot better. He was the same way in bed..... trying to impress not please." "I'm sorry," he says suddenly coming to awareness he has been rambling and revealing, "I don't mean to bore you with stories of my ex's. That was also part of Frank's attempt to impress, talking about the Abercrombie models and porn stars he's dated. That was a big turn off too." "You talk about anything you want with me Marco, I like listening." "I know. I can't believe you are rich. Most rich guys can't stop talking about themselves and never listen." "My family had money, old money, and I was raised to be slightly embarrassed about it and never, ever talk about it, that was vulgar." Marco grins. "We are here." He pulls up to the non-descript house at Bush & Octavia with orange awning that is home to the best Tuscan/Proven‡al food in San Francisco. The valet hands Marco a ticket and as we walk into Quince Lindsay flies across the room to greet Marco. "Buon giorno Marco, it's been too long." She says, planting a kiss on his cheek. "I know Lindsay, but I am here now. This is my friend Tim." "Oh we know Tim, he and his partners threw a great Christmas party here when his company got bought. The staff still talks about the tip." "They earned every penny Lindsay, it was a very memorable night." She shows us to a quiet table in the back and before our appetizers are served the place has filled up and I know it will stay packed like this until the last party is seated just before 10PM. There is a quiet, pleasant buzz in the restaurant and Marco and I are having an amazing meal. He is a little hacked I won't let him drink wine with dinner. "When I came here with Frank, he poured me wine and Lindsay and Katrina never objected." "It was selfish of Frank and you. Lindsay and Katrina may never have objected, but it puts them in a bad spot. What if someone from BAT was here and saw you drinking and cited the restaurant? They couldn't live without their liquor license." He chews on his zucchini Carpaccio for a bit. "This is why I like you so much Tim, you aren't trying to impress me or flatter me. You think a lot about the feelings of others and you act on that. That is cool. really cool." I smile a little. "And I like you because you figure out that stuff," I lean in and finish quietly, "and you're a hell of a bottom." He snorts and I am afraid I am going to have to Heimlich him as he chokes and laughs at once. We go on with a great evening and finish off with some artisan cheeses and bourbon gelato, a great combo that needs to be experienced, but I am anxious to get Marco home and just relax a little. I give him money to tip the valet before we leave the restaurant and he handles the exchange like a pro, not showy, not disinterested, just friendly and appreciative. He heads up Bush to Gough before turning right to head down to Geary and over to Fulton. I am mellow and contented from two glasses of wine and I reflect at how pleasant it feels to be with Marco despite my initial misgivings. "You won't forget my Mom's birthday party at Bambino on Wednesday?" I shoot him a 'are you freakin' kidding' glance. "Ok, ok just checking and you don't need to buy her a present or anything, I just want you there." "I'll be there, and you know I am bringing her a present so just stop." He pulls into the garage and parks the car perfectly. As we get into the apartment Marco heads to the bathroom and I grab a bottle of a Sangiovese blend that is light and head for the balcony in my bedroom. I turn on the gas in the fire pit, the gas in the overhead heater, pull out a Pendleton blanket and settle onto the outdoor couch and wait for Marco to join me. I also grab the outdoor remote and turn on the TV over the bar to a jazz channel and the music fills the lanai with mellow sound. As I am putting down the remote Marco slides under the blanket to join me. A perfect end to a perfect day. End of Chapter Three