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Subject: M.A.R.C. Ch. 13 M.A.R.C. Warning: The following story is a work of fiction. It is a fantasy. It never happened, except in the author’s imagination. This story may contain sex between teenage boys, a man and a teenage boy or multiple male teens. The author does not encourage or condone sex between adults and little children. If you are underage, or this is illegal where you are, you already know what you’re supposed to do. Delete this file and find something else. If this kind of story turns you off, delete this file and find something else. If you’re looking for a story that has someone having sex in every other sentence, this one is not it. The author retains the copyright for this story. Placing this story on a commercial web site or in print without the authors permission is a violation of that copyright. Disclaimer: M.A.R.C. is in no way related to a certain movie character or characters of a similar age and construction and/or recently released sci-fi movie. Any and all similarities are purely coincidental. Comments to aol, pro and con and of a constructive nature, will be gratefully received and acknowledged, if possible. Flamers will be ignored. Near the end of Chapter Twelve: Soon the birds were twittering like they always do before dawn. Then, slowly, the morning sun rose and it’s tendrils of light began seeping in through the windows and washing over us. It was so peaceful to lay there with this soft sweet loving boy in my arms. The cool breeze swept in from the water through the open windows. It brought the fresh scent of the sea, gently moving wisps of his pale blond hair. I let my gaze move down over the smooth curves of his nearly perfect form. He was molded to my side in what was becoming his usual position. His head on my shoulder, his left arm over my chest, his left leg between mine with his knee just touching me below my testicles and his groin pressed against the curve of my hip. This vision of a peaceful and loving boy made me ask the question; what expression of love could be more natural and wholesome? How could anything that was so clearly good, so right for the two of us, be thought of as wrong? Chapter Thirteen – It would be best for Marc and I if I stayed out of it Wrestling with the problems that our society so easily makes for itself and its citizens, was not the way to start the day. I had more pressing problems. Nature’s call and how to answer it without waking my sleeping angel. I gently blew on his ear … nothing. Then I lightly ran my finger down his back thinking he’d maybe roll that way … still nothing. Finally, I just slowly tried to roll away to my right. When I did he moaned. “If you gots ta pee, go fer me …” A small giggle escaped. “… too.” I affectionately patted his hip as I sat up and spoke softly. “I would if I could Mr. Poet. Sorry if I woke you sweetie.” I relieved myself and took a quick rinse of Lavoris. Heading back to bed, I passed a rather disheveled and sleepy looking naked boy on his way to the bathroom. He mumbled something almost below hearing. It sounded like; “need a cuddle”. I got back in bed and lay on my side facing his side of the bed. When he returned he slipped easily into my arms pushing his face against my chest and lifted my right leg over him so that he was wrapped in a tangle of my limbs. His hand moved over my hip and grasped my bottom pulling us closer together. We both got hard quickly and he adjusted our positions down there for comfort. We just cuddled and both of us drifted in and out of sleep for the next hour or so. Every once in a while he would wake up just enough to place a gentle kiss on my chest and I would do the same to the top of his head. It was maybe 7:15 or so when his kisses became more prolonged and were accompanied by the gentle movement of his penis against mine. I pressed back a little and he looked up at me. I bent my head down and kissed him on the lips. He had found the Lavoris too. The cinnamon flavored kiss lingered, our tongues teasing one another. The slow movement of our hips against each other gradually began to pick up pace and urgency. Soon I was caressing him all up and down his back and bottom and he was holding on to me tightly. Our mouths were locked together and our short hot breaths snorted through our noses. Our two writhing bodies were now clasped firmly together, trying their best to merge into one. In my minds eye I was looking down on these two embracing lovers. Just as the two began to gain that oneness of in-sync rhythm and movement, first one and then the other, moaned out their lover’s name, went ridged and shuddered four or five times. Then they lay still and spent, holding on to each other and gasping to regain normal breath and pulse. As we came, it seemed to me that I was up above the bed looking down, watching. As I regained my breath and calmed, I returned and looked into that sweet face still upturned to me. I kissed his cheek. “God. I do love you so.” “I love you too John. With all my heart.” He smiled up at me. Talking softly, we snuggled for a few more moments. But, when the subject of breakfast came up we noticed our growling stomachs. “Shower?” “Shower.” It seemed like just moments since we had been in bed and now we were driving down the road to the yacht club and Marc’s second day of sailing lessons. We seemed to have glided through our morning chores and breakfast as though on a cloud. The only thing I can clearly remember is wondering where on Earth Marc had gotten a box of Pop Tarts. And, to my horror, they weren’t half bad! I pulled into the drive in front of the club house. “You be sure to ask Jeffery to have lunch with us if you like. I’m going to the golf range to confirm your lesson and look at some of the used clubs başakşehir escort and bags. Then I’ll be on the deck where I was yesterday. Have fun swee … kido.” I caught myself as he cocked an eyebrow at my starting to call him sweetie. I got an approving nod and he dashed down to the locker room. As I drove away I wondered if Jeffery would once again be “busy” at 12:15 like yesterday. There was a plan percolating in the back of my mind. Marc might just be right, that I was totally mistaken about what we saw. However, I just hated the idea of a kid possibly being bullied into sex. The visit to the golf range was time well spent. Pete, the owner and teaching pro, showed me a number of sets of used clubs for a boy Marc’s size that would do nicely. We agreed that after Pete fit Marc, he would take payment as a deposit on the clubs and a used bag. If, by the end of the season, I bought Marc a set of new clubs he would take back the used clubs, credit the full deposit towards the new ones and throw in the bag. We shook hands and I left to meet Marc at the club. I was already starving and wondering why … silly man. Back at the club, I sat down at the same table on the snack bar deck as yesterday. I long cold iced tea was just the thing. I could see that the kids were in swim suits and had clearly been in the water. I could also see that Bruce, the launch boy, was checking out the boys again … at least, that’s how it looked to me. Just then, Linda must have dismissed the class because all the kids scattered in different directions. Some dove in and swam over to the swim float. A couple, one of them Jeffery, went to talk with Bruce. Marc and Linda shepherded the little ones up to the boy’s and girl’s locker rooms to, I guessed, get them dressed. I got a hearty wave and a big smile from both Linda and Marc. I figured that Marc would be a few more minutes, so I decided to keep an eye on Jeffery. The three boys seemed to be talking and then the other younger boy, who I didn’t know, said something and gestured for Jeffery to come with him. Jeffery seemed unsure and then the younger boy waved him away in disgust and dove in the water towards the swimming float. Bruce seemed to laugh at that and he and Jeffery walked up to the locker room while continuing to talk. They seemed pretty friendly so maybe Marc was right about yesterday. Nothing further happened and after a minute or two more Marc arrived, dressed, wet combed hair and all excited. “Oh man, was that so cool! One at a time we got to capsize the dinghies and then try to rescue ourselves. The first time all we did is laugh and splash around but then Linda got us going again and … and … oh man, it was just so cool.” It was so great to hear him bubble over with enthusiasm. I sat there nodding and smiling, waiting for him to calm down. It took a couple minutes and he filled me in on all the details. Finally, he heaved a great sigh. “Wow. Guess I was a bit excited.” I chuckled. “I’d say so but that’s great. I have a feeling that you’re going to be a good sailor. You sure are off to a good start.” “Whatcha mean?” I grinned at him and moved out of reach. “Well, you have capsizing and falling overboard behind you already.” I got a raspberry and a good natured laugh. “I’ll get ya’ later. Did you see some good golf clubs?” “Yup and we made a deal.” I smiled with satisfaction. “If you like the game enough we’ll get you new clubs and can return the used ones.” “Oh man, I can’t wait. Tomorrow afternoon right?” “The lesson is at 4:00pm and after I thought that we could try the Thai restaurant I saw in the mall.” I looked around. “So, where’s your friend Jeffery?” Marc looked out at the end of the pier. “I guess he’s getting dressed. He said he’d love a burger and an iced tea. I’ll go order.” I stood up, taking the opportunity to try the little plan I had been thinking about. “Okay. I have to go to the bathroom so if I see him I’ll tell him the burger’s on.” Marc got up to go into the snack bar. “What’ll you have John?” I called back up the stairs. “BLT and another iced tea, thanks.” The locker room seemed empty but the concrete floor was covered in footprints from all the wet kids who had just been through. I noticed that two sets of footprints went off into the employee’s little changing area. It was a small room next to the bathroom. I didn’t hear any voices so I guessed whoever had made the tracks had dried off, changed and left. So much for my plan. I went into the head and was quietly relieving myself in the urinal when I heard a voice over the partition. “Come on you little cock tease, suck me off.” It was Bruce’s voice. “You did it yesterday and I know you liked it as much as I did.” “Please Bruce, I gotta go. They’re waiting for me at the snack bar.” It was Jeffery’s voice. “Besides, you wouldn’t take no for an answer yesterday.” “And I wont take no for an answer today either.” What followed was the sound of a scuffle. I had to do something so I flushed the urinal I was still standing in front of. It was, thankfully, a loud one. Then I went to the sink and turned on the water full blast to wash my hands. The noise was enough to unnerve Bruce for a moment and I heard Jeffery run out, slamming the door behind him. Then it sounded like Bruce threw something at the closed door. For Marc and I, the best thing to do was to stay out of it. But, for poor Jeffery, I had to figure out a way to get Bruce off his back. As I walked out into the locker room, the door to the changing room was still closed and there was no sign of Bruce. The creep was probably still inside and part of me wanted to go in and … and … well, I’m not a physically violent man but this was straining my resolve. I took a deep halkalı escort breath and went back up to the snack bar. As I walked up to the table on the deck, Jeffery was already there. I was still drying my hands with the paper towel and made sure that Jeffery saw it when we shook hands. “How’re you doin’ today Jeffery? I’m glad you could have lunch with us” His eyes followed the paper towel as I stuffed it in my pocket and I was quite sure he was realizing that I was the person in the bathroom. “Ah … ah, okay, I guess Mr. … ” “You can call me John son. I prefer it.” I cut him off with a smile. “The Mister bit makes me feel kinda old.” I hoped that the informality would make him feel more comfortable and maybe think that I wouldn’t judge him by what I had heard. “Where’s Marc?” “Huh?” The poor boy looked like he was still thinking about the paper towel. “Oh. Ah, he’s in the snack bar.” Again I tried to smile warmly and turned to polite conversation. You know; Where do you live? What do your parents do? Any brothers or sisters? Pets? Just as Jeffery was beginning to relax Marc appeared with a try full of lunch. Jeffery gave Marc a hand and we set about enjoying our lunches and the nice afternoon. Marc and Jeffery chattered on about the sailing class and laughed at some of the antics they had enjoyed when capsizing the boats. It was clear that they both liked sailing but I got the sense that Jeffery might be trying a bit too hard. I broke into the banter. “Tell me Jeffrey, what other sports or activities do you like?” He looked thoughtful and answered, but kind of hesitantly. “Well, I guess I’m not really much into sports but I like computers lots. My Dad says I’m a nerd ’cause I don’t like sports and would rather go on the internet.” I sighed because I understood. Jeffery was a painfully slight boy with very delicate features, not at all the sports jock type that a lot of fathers wanted their sons to be. However, he didn’t seem at all uncoordinated. I decided it might be good for him to know that there were “manly” things that you could do without having to be a jock. “Well, maybe you’d like to go to the golf range with us someday. Or maybe you and your Dad would like to go sailing. What do you think Marc?” Marc burst into a smile. “Yeah! We’d have a blast!” “Blast?” I shook my head and laughed. “Yeah Uncle John. A blast like … ah … like a great time?” He looked at me like I was from the dark ages or another planet. I smiled. “Oh, I know what it means. Would you believe boys that I haven’t heard that word used that way since we used to play 45’s on the record player? I guess slang terms are like old neck ties, they come back in style.” Marc looked confused. “What’s a record player and what’re 45’s?” I wasn’t at all sure if he was pulling my leg. Jeffrey laughed at Marc. “Come on Marc. Record players played music that was on what they called 45’s. They had 33’s too. They were called LP’s and were like the CD’s of the olden days.” He laughed again. “Where you been?” Marc chuckled. “I know about ’em, I’m just giving Uncle John a hard time. He loves the attention.” I blew a raspberry at Marc who blew one back and Jeffery started to giggle. He had finally loosened up a bit. Marc got caught up in the giggles too and added; “Jeffery, you’re lucky those were fake ones. Last night we had Mexican food and the farts were for real and stunk way bad.” The poor boy blushed beet red and his giggling stopped. I had to ease his embarrassment. “Jeffery, you’ll have to forgive us. We sometimes get a bit too silly … and crude.” I pointedly added while looking at Marc who stuck his tongue out at me and laughed. Jeffrey looked a bit better. “Ah … oh, okay. It’s just that my Dad would never let me talk like that in front of him.” “Well son, I promise we will try not to get carried away if you and your Dad go sailing with us.” We sat sipping the last of our iced teas and talked about sailing. Marc filled Jeffery in about our boat and the overnight sail of a couple days ago. He made no mention our intimate relationship and, of course, left out about his falling overboard. Then Marc got up and piled everything on the tray to take it back inside and sign the chit. Maybe it was my imagination but Jeffery looked a bit uncomfortable being left alone with me again for a few moments. Perhaps he was wondering again if it was me in the bathroom before. However, there was no way of knowing for sure, short of bringing the subject up. My concern for the boy was telling me to ask or to call his father. Cold logic was telling me different, that it would be best for Marc and I if I stayed out of it. Maybe if I could buy some time to think. “Jeffery? What do you do after sailing lessons? I don’t think Marc has any plans this afternoon, maybe you and he would like to do something together.” The boy seemed to relax a little. “I just go home and mess around on the computer or watch TV. I don’t have many friends.” He looked kind of sad after saying that. Just then Marc returned with a popsicle for each of us. He let Jeffery choose first as they were all three different flavors. “So, what now John?” Marc seemed full of energy. “Well, why don’t you and Jeffery do something?” I instigated on Jeffery’s behalf. I could tell by his expression that Marc thought it was a great idea. “Jeffery, do you like arcade games?” “Oh man, do I! But, I never get much chance to go to the arcade. My Dad thinks that they’re a waste of time and money.” I was beginning to think that this boy’s father needed to lighten up. “Tell you guys what Jeffery, we’ll go to our house so Marc can change and you can call home. If it’s okay, then we’ll go to your house so you can change and I’ll drop şirinevler escort you two at the mall for a couple of hours. How’s that sound?” “Great idea John!” Marc was excited. “Whaddya think Jeffery?” The poor boy was clearly excited but also thought that he wouldn’t be allowed to go. “It’s a great idea but I don’t know what my Mom will say and my Dad’s at work.” “Tell you what, when you call home, I’ll speak to your Mom if you like. Let’s go and guys …? “Yes?” They both answered with questioning looks. “Think arcade … arcade … arcade. You know, think positive.” They looked at each other like I was a nut case on the loose and Marc did the finger circling the ear thing to indicate that he thought I had a screw loose. Then they both laughed. Boys! The drive home was quick and Marc hauled Jeffery up to his room while they talked about the various arcade games. At one point, while Marc was changing, I heard Jeffery refer to Marc’s underpants as ‘hot and sexy’. Jeffery called his Mom and to his delight, he was allowed to go. Marc called Josh and was told that he was at the mall where his mother said she thought he had a second home. We then left for the mall, Jeffrey deciding that borrowing a pair of Marc’s bikini briefs was change enough for him. I wondered what his mother would think when she saw them. He had borrowed the electric blue pair. Thank goodness I had done a load of laundry yesterday. As we pulled into the parking area I told the boys to be back at the front entrance by 4:00pm sharp. I gave Marc a $20 bill and told him it was for both of them for games and a sensible snack, if they wanted. I was sure they would polish it off easily. My afternoon was spent doing more chores around the house, including more laundry and some business online. However, trying to figure out what to do about this Bruce character occupied my mind much of the time. I sure didn’t want to draw attention to Marc and myself but I had to find a way to deal with Bruce. After all, maybe Marc would be his next target. Not that Jeffery was any the less important. Finally I grabbed a tall glass of ice water and sat down to check out the news. Things like the latest middle east crisis, global warming, another volcano in the Northwest and the rising interest rates, kept my mind off Jeffery’s problem but only for 20 minutes or so. Then the weather came on. Now, you have to understand, I get no jollies from people and property being hurt or damaged by severe weather but, give me a good storm once in a while and my blood gets up. I love it. There was a severe thunder storm watch up for late this afternoon and tonight. Another cold front was coming through, although the one the other day didn’t do much as the summer hadn’t been all that hot yet. Anyhow, I hoped that we’d get a couple of loud ones. I love watching them like I love watching fireworks. After checking the windows and the boat, I headed back to the mall. The boys were waiting out front as I pulled up. They were looking off toward the west as the thunderheads were beginning to build. When I tooted the horn they all ran over babbling young teen speak’ at full volume. It was quite obvious that the afternoon diversion had been a complete success and I was more than delighted that marc was fitting in socially. He continued to impress me both as android and the boy that he appeared to be It seemed that the three boys, Josh was there too as his Mom had suspected, had hit it off and become fast friends. They were all going to meet tomorrow at the mall after sailing. I reminded Marc about golf but he’d already explained that to Josh and Jeffery. Marc later told me that Josh and Jeffery got along particularly well. It seemed that Josh had similar problems with his Dad, just like Jeffery did. As Marc and Jeffery piled into the car I asked, “Josh, would you like us to drop you at home? It looks like it’s going to get stormy fast.” The boy looked uncomfortable and then looked up at the threatening sky. “Okay, thanks. But, if you drop me at the corner near my house it’ll be fine. I have to go to the store for my Mom.” He held up a shopping list. By the time we got to the market where Josh had to go, it was already beginning to rain. The old sailor’s adage came to mind; ‘Wind before the rain, we’ll sail again. Rain before the wind, time to go in’. “Josh, it looks bad. We’ll wait while you get what you need and then we’ll run you home.” “But …” “No buts.” I insisted. “I don’t want your Mom thinking I let you carry groceries home in a storm.” He looked resigned. “Okay. Thanks.” He was back in about ten minutes with a very full shopping bag. He directed me down the next side street from the market to an old and sadly under maintained apartment house. As we pulled in the parking area underneath Josh was clearly embarrassed. I wanted to say something but knew it would only make him feel worse. The boys said their good-byes and agreed to meet at the mall around 1:30pm tomorrow. As we pulled back out onto the street, Marc made the observation, “I guess not everyone is as lucky as we are Uncle John.” I smiled inside with pleasure at Marc’s compassion. “No Marc, far from everyone is but that doesn’t make them any the less good people.” Jeffery added, “Well, I know Josh is a good person and I like him.” We rode on in silence for a few minutes. The rain was a bit heavier and the wind was starting to pickup as well. Then the boys started gabbing again about the arcade games. Jeffery lived in a small cape just a few blocks the other side of the yacht club from us and two streets inland. When we pulled in their driveway Jeffery made a mad rain swept dash for the house yelling back; “Thanks for the ride John. See you guys tomorrow.” As we drove on home I smiled over at Marc. “Well, it’s just you and me kid.” He looked back at me with a sly smile. “Yeah, just you, me and a romantic storm. Want me to make a fire?” The double meaning wasn’t lost on me. Next: Chapter Fourteen – Every time he touches me there I shiver

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