Date: Sat, 5 Dec 2009 13:21:04 -0800 (PST)
From: azkid61@yahoo.com
Subject: My Marty - Chapter 10

This is all fiction!!! This is a figment of your imagination . . . and
mine! And no one was hurt or maimed in the writing of this story. [Well,
maybe the editor a bit!]

DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional gay story depicting a homosexual
relationship between a young man and a boy, it is intended for adult
readers only. All characters are fictional and in no way related to any
person or persons living or deceased. Any such perceived similarity is
purely coincidental.

IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO BE READING THIS STORY OR YOU DO NOT APPROVE
OF SUCH MATERIAL, PLEASE LEAVE.

                 *     *     *

This is the first time for me at writing a story of any kind.

I have to thank Nifty for letting me find such an amazing site. That has
made me feel like I'm not alone in this world of dreams, while not accepted
by closed-minded people.

Love does not come in a prepackaged form, defined by a few over religious
groups, or others, too blind to see the true meaning of the word "LOVE."

The one that has been the most helpful in my writing trials, and has been a
great inspiration to me in all my endeavors has been Matthew Templar, my
editor. Thank you, Matthew. You are the most unselfish and caring man I've
met. You put all others before yourself with all the things you do. Read
"Never Take Love for Granted" and you will see what kind of man he really
is.

Please email me at www.azkid61@yahoo.com

I love to see what you think of my "attempt" at writing. All emails will be
answered ( in the order they were received ) sound familiar?

                    *      *     *

                   My Marty

                   Chapter 10

How did things get so out of hand so fast? One minute, I'm holding Marty in
my arms and staring into those eyes that held my heart,... and next thing I
know, I'm trying to fix Joey's emotions. Don't know where that came
from. And then Marty running off with his feelings being hurt.

This was going to be a long day!

I found Marty in his room, lying on the bed, crying into his pillow. I
stood in the doorway looking at the most beautiful boy in my life, and
seeing him in pain, it sent chills through my soul. I walked over and sat
beside him on the bed. I placed my hand on his back, and rubbed his
shoulders.

"Marty, are you okay?"

"NO! You said I was the only one. You said you only wanted to be with me!"
he said with big sobs, muffled by the pillow he had his face buried in.

"Oh, Boo bear, you walked in on Joey telling me he knows he 'can't' be with
me, because I'm yours. Don't you understand Marty? You are the only one in
my heart. There's no room for anybody else in here. You are my life
now. You are the one I want to spend the rest of my life with, . . . if you
will have me, Boo bear."

"Sniff-sniff. I. . . I'm sorry, Wade. I'm just so scared of being alone! I
wouldn't blame you if you did like Joey. He's very good looking."

"Are you kidding? He's okay but I've got the best looking boy; and I'm
looking at him. This isn't puppy love you're dealing with. I'm yours,
Marty. I've been doing a lot of thinking. I've never felt like this for
anybody."

"W. . . Wade, will you be with me forever?" he asked with such a pleading
look in his eyes, I could not resist kissing his face.

"I will be with you as long as you will have me, Boo bear. But what if you
find someone much younger then me? Will you leave me for him?"

"Wade, you're the only one who makes my heart hurt. I will never love
anybody else."

I pulled him into me, and held him tight.

     'And when I awoke and felt you warm and near,
     I kissed your honey hair with my grateful tears.
     Oh I love you, boy.
     Oh, I love you.'

I thought of that Simon and Garfunkel song, (For Emily when I find her)
just then, and knew what the words meant in that song. And I felt so much
love that it actually hurt inside.

"Let's go make sure Joey's okay, bud," I said as I unwrapped my arms from
Marty.

"Wade, do you think Joey will forgive me for being such a cry baby?" he
asked as we walked side by side to see Joey.

"Yeah, Boo bear. I think he will, but you can ask him yourself. He's right
there." I pointed to Joey, as we walked into the living room.

Joey was just sitting on the couch, staring at the wall. He smiled when we
came into the room. Marty walked right over to Joey and sat beside him, and
placed one arm over Joey's shoulders. And what he said to Joey just blew me
away.

"Joey, you okay? If it's okay with you, we both can share Wade! You know,
he's got 'lotsa' love inside him, I've seen it. When you look in his eyes,
it's there! But I'm the only one who gets the bedroom stuff, Joey. Okay?"
said Marty, giggling.

Joey smiled the biggest smile I'd seen on him yet. He turned to Marty and
wrapped his arms around him and squeezed him tight.

"Thanks, Marty. Yes, we can share him, if that's okay with him," he said as
he looked at me, smiling.

"I've got lots of love for two very special boys," I said, as I walked over
to the two boys that I can say, have my heart. I hugged them both, and then
sat down between them. "Marty go put a tape in, so we can snuggle and watch
some boob tube."

They both, in unison, said, "He said 'boob." And they started giggling.

We all settled down to watch a movie. Marty was on my right, snuggled in
close. Joey was on my left, with his head on my shoulder. I was in
paradise.

Soon, heads started to droop. Big yawns commenced to roar. It was late, and
I had to think who was sleeping where. Joey had spent the night two or
three times before. But I never knew he might have liked guys. He never
made it known to me. Or I never looked close. Wow, what a day.

I ruffled heads and poked sides, to get them moving to bed. There was NO
WAY I was carrying them to bed. Nope, I'd bust a nut trying that. Not that
I would not have tried. They were so beautiful; just . . . So peaceful
looking.

I got Joey up and moving; guided him down the hall, me behind him with my
hands on his shoulders, making sure he did not bounce off the walls. I
tucked him in, and kissed him on the forehead.

He looked at me and said, "Thanks, Wade."

I placed my hand on his cheek. "Joey, I had no idea you were interested in
me. I didn't know you even liked guys," I said as I brushed his cheek.

"It's okay. I see why you like Marty so much. "He sure loves you. But
you're still my friend, right?" He asked, as he placed his hand on mine.

As I looked into those big dark brown eyes of his, I told the little guy,
"Joey, you know you will always be so special to me, and you will always
have a place to come and be loved. And if you ever need me for anything at
all, just ask."

He gave me a kiss on my cheek and a nod of his head.

I went back out to herd Marty into bed. But he was not on the couch where I
had left him. I went into my room, to find him in bed. As I walked in, he
looked at me and smiled.

"There you are. I was going to get you and bring you to bed," I said.

"I woke up and I was all alone; so I got up and headed for bed, thinking
you forgot me; and I heard you talking to Joey. I didn't mean to listen in
on you.

"Wade, what you said to Joey was really nice. Are you sure you wouldn't
want to be with him instead of me? He's a lot older, and I think better
looking then me. And I'd understand if you did." His eyes dropped down to
the bed from mine.

"Marty, please stop. Look at me... please."

He slowly looked up to meet my eyes.

"Listen, Marty, it has nothing to do with your age, or your looks, although
you are so beautiful to me. You make me all goofy inside."

I laid beside him. I still had all my clothes on and pulled Marty up to me,
so I could look in his eyes.

"Marty, the first night I met you was the first time I've ever felt so much
love before. Just your touch would send my head spinning. There is no other
person in this world that has done that to me."

He looked at me, watching every word flow from my mouth, looking for the
words to fill his heart, hearing my love for him find his ears.

"Marty, you have got to trust me. You are my heart and soul. You know, all
you need to do is look in my eyes, if you ever doubt my love for you. You
can see in my soul. You'll know."

He laid his head against my chest, just under my chin. I could smell that
familiar smell of Pert shampoo in his hair, and his scent that I will never
forget.

I held him tight, stroking his hair, feeling his heart beat next to mine
and faded off to sleep.

I was dreaming of a world so far away, Where love was blind to those who
say, Your love for him will fade away.  All the fears of those who look
away, Can never teach, the one I love this way.

I felt the bed move, and opened my eyes. I had Marty spooned into me, my
arms around him, his around mine. I felt an arm come over my side, and a
body move in close to my back.

"Is it okay if I just lay here and hold you? I was all alone in Marty's
room and I couldn't sleep," Joey whispered in my ear.

I pulled one arm free from holding Marty, and placed Joey's hand in mine
and pulled Joey in close to me. No need to tell him it was okay. My hand in
his did all the talking. I was feeling the warmth from two very special
boys. My heart was so full of love. I fell into a dreamless, peaceful sleep
like I've never felt before.

I woke to an empty bed, feeling a little sad about that, thinking this had
all been a dream. But I soon heard voices coming from the other room. I
still had my shorts and shirt on. So up and into the bathroom I went.

As I started to go into the living room, I stopped and looked to see Marty
on the floor, leaning his back against the couch, Syliss laying next to
him, and Joey sitting on the couch with his back against the arm rest. They
both had bowls of Captain Crunch with Crunchberrys in their laps. They were
watching cartoons, and Syliss was hoping one of them would drop a tidbit
for him. The boys were sitting in their underwear; Marty in tighty-whiteys
and Joey in boxers. God, they both looked so good.

"Why didn't you guys wake me? I'd have made you two breakfast."

They both turned and looked at me with milk running down their chins. What
a picture that would have made.

"Naw! We wanted to let you sleep. You looked out of it," Joey said as he
shoveled another spoonful of cereal into his mouth.

Marty sat his bowl down on the carpet, got to his feet and came running
over to me and wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me tight and looked up
into my eyes.

"Good morning, Wade. How did you sleep? We let you sleep; you looked
tired. And me and Joey got hungry."

I kissed the top of his head, and he turned and went back to his spot on
the floor, next to Joey.

"Hey, Syliss, get your own food!" Marty yelled.

Syliss had taken the bowl from the floor as a sign it was his turn to eat.

"I'm glad I was done, you stupid dog!"

Marty and Joey started laughing.

"I'm going to make some phone calls, and then we can go do something
later. Joey, have you talked to your Mom yet this morning?"

"Yeah. She had to go back to work. She wants to talk to you about
something. She said it was important."

"Do I need to call her, or see her later?" I was wondering what she might
want to talk to me about?

"She didn't say."

"Okay, I'll call her."

I went in the kitchen, made myself a bowl of corn flakes, sat down and
checked my list of things to get done. On the top was 'Call Marty's aunt.'
It was nine o'clock, Monday morning. So it was eleven in Oklahoma. Okay, I
can call any time. So I'll call Cindy, Joey's mom, first.

Cindy was a very nice lady. She worked two jobs to keep up with the bills
she had. She wouldn't let me help pay for anything. So I would help Joey
with his school needs, we just didn't tell her. She seemed to have a lot of
medical problems, and it always worried me.

Cindy made sure I had all her phone numbers, so that, in case of an
emergency, I could get ahold of her. I dialed the number for her work.

"Hello, is Cindy Pasonti there, please?"

"Just a minute," the voice on the other end came back.

"This is Cindy."

"Hi, Cindy. It's Wade."

"Hello, Wade. Is everything okay?"

"Sure. Joey said you wanted to talk to me? He said it was important?"

"Can I talk to you this evening? It's something I don't want to discuss
over the phone."

"Sure. What time? I was going to take the boys out for a bite later." I
just realized she had no clue about Marty yet.

"Is Joey bothering you? You can send him home if he gets in your way."

"No, Cindy, not at all. I've got my nephew with me from Oklahoma. Marty is
his name. He's staying with me for the summer. He's close to Joey's age."

"That's nice. I'll meet him this evening. Say around seven? Oh, and Wade?
Please don't go and buy Joey anything, please? I know you like to spoil
him, but you do too much for us as it is. And you don't know how much you
have been an angel to us. All he does is talk about how much he likes you."

I could hear a change in her voice. It scared me a little; she had always
been a rock. I don't think I've ever seen her upset, or mad. She was a
trauma nurse at Desert Sam Hospital, so she had seen a lot of hurt and
dying people. When Joey found out he was anemic, awhile back, she was so
caring about it, but never once seemed shaken by it. Joey was a mess. He
was scared as hell until Cindy explained all the things that can be done to
fix the problem.

"Okay, Cindy is anything wrong? You don't sound like yourself."

"N..no. I'm okay, Just a hard day. ... Wade?"

"Yeah. I'm here."

"You know Joey loves you, right?"

"Sure, I know. And he means the world to me. Cindy, I'd do anything for you
and him. What's wrong? I can tell something is not right."

"Umm... We...we can talk tonight. I've got to go. Bye, Wade."

And the line went dead.

I sat there for what seemed to be forever, trying to think of all the
things that might be wrong.  Like I said, she had always been a rock when
it came to life's ups and downs.

Just then Joey walked in with the bowls, and placed them in the sink,
knocking me back to earth.

"Was that Mom you were talking to?"

"Yeah, it was. Joey,.... are things okay with her and you? I mean, is there
anything I should know about?"

He walked over to me and pulled out a chair and sat beside me. He had a
worried look on his face. I placed my hand on his arm and gave him my full
attention.

"I don't know, Wade. She's been sick, and sleeps a lot lately. I'm worried
about her. She keeps telling me she's fine. And she has been asking a lot
of questions about you."

"Like what?" I asked as I rubbed his arm.

"Well, it's weird. She asks me if I like you, and if I'd like to spend more
time with you. And do I like being with you?  "I... I told her the other
night I thought I was gay. And all the questions she was asking me was to
see if I liked you. She told me she knew I was a long time ago. And that
there was nothing wrong with being gay. Wade I'm scared. Something is
wrong. She has never talked to me about those things before. And she looked
like she was going to cry."

I could see the tears start to well up in his eyes. I placed my hand on
Joey's cheek.

"Joey, your mom's going to be okay. I will be right by your side. Nothing
is going to happen to your mother; okay? She wants to talk to me this
evening. We will find out what's wrong, if anything; okay?"

 I felt two arms come around my neck from behind me. Marty had walked in to
see where everybody had gone.

"What's wrong, Joey?" Marty could see the tears start to fall from Joey's
eyes. He knew things weren't right.

"Joey's worried about his mom, and I was telling him that you and I will
help him make sure things will be okay."

"Joey, don't be sad. Wade's good at fixing things. You'll see," Marty said,
with a smile that would light the darkest night.

"Hey, I got an idea! Let's go shopping! We can go to the mall, and walk
around a bit, have lunch and see a movie. How's that sound?" I said. I got
two great big hugs, and a face covered with wet kisses as my answer. That's
what makes life so grand.

I sat and watched two beautiful boys run off to get ready, and thought to
myself, 'how did I become the luckiest guy in the world?' My heart was so
full of love.

The mall was not too crowded, so we made our way to some shops. Marty and
Joey were so much fun to watch as they would dart from one store to the
next. I could tell Marty was missing Chris. If Marty's hand was not in
mine, it was in Joey's hand. I would just watch as they would oo-oo-oo and
a-a-aw...from one thing to the next.

We went into one of those high dollar jewelry stores. They were both
looking at some gold chains.

"That one looks cool!" Marty said as he pointed to a big rope chain.

"What about that one over there?" Joey said as he was pointing to a box
chain. It seemed to be the one he liked the best.

I watched until I could see which one seemed to be the right one for Marty.

"Hey, guys, what say we head down to the theater, and see what's playing?"

"Okay, Wade," Marty said as he turned to Joey, and I know I saw him wink.

"You two go on and I'll be right there. I need to talk to this guy for a
second."

They both walked out the door, giggling.

The man was in his 30's, tall and kinda fat.

"Excuse me, did you see which necklace each boy liked the best?"

"Yes, sir, I did. Are they your kids?"

"One's my brother and the other one's my nephew. I like to keep changing
things with people. It keeps me on my toes as to what I've told each one.

"Can I see the two chains they were looking at please?"

The man handed the two chains to me and, as he did, he asked if I'd like to
see something less expensive.

"No. This is what they were looking at; these will do." He looked at me
with raised eyebrows as I handed him my credit card. When he came back to
have me sign the receipt, I saw the bill. $1,926.00

Damn, those two had good taste.

I had him wrap both gifts in separate wrapping, thanked the man, and left
to go find the boys. We watched a movie, had some lunch and headed for
home.

On the way to the mall and back, Marty was always by my side. Joey didn't
seem to mind. He was just so glad to spend time with us, and not sit at
home. He had few friends. And his mom kept a short leash on him.  Marty
would have his hand on my thigh, or holding my hand. He seemed to need to
feel me there, with him, all the time. I loved the fact that he needed me.

When we got home, the things Marty and I bought on Sunday had arrived. The
manager from the front office had a key to my apartment, so she had let the
people from the store put them in the front room. I've had lots of things
delivered this way.

Marty was in first and saw all the bags on the floor. He turned to me and,
with a smile that melted my heart with one glance, said, "Wade, this is not
all for me is it?"

I nodded yes, and with tears falling from his eyes, he fell in to my arms.

"I...I don't...I...don't know what to say."

I held him tight and softly whispered, "You've just said it all Marty, no
need to say a thing. I love you more then life. Now you and Joey go put the
things away. Ask if he will help you. And then we can see what we're doing
for the rest of the day."

Marty asked Joey to help, and Joey and he grabbed all the bags and off they
went. I went into the kitchen to make some snacks for the boys. I sat down
and made the call I was not looking forward to making.

The phone rang five times.

"Hello," I heard the women's voice say.

"Hello, is this Shelly?"

"Yes it is."

"Shelly, my name is Wade. I'm a friend of Ed's, from work."

"Yes." Ed said you were taking care of Marty. I wondered where he was when
they showed up without him. How is he doing?"

"He's fine. Shelly, are they there with you right now?"

"Ed and Mary?"

"Yes, are they home with you?"

"No, they went on to Florida to see some guy Ed was getting a job with. He
did tell me you were going to take Marty off his hands."

" I don't understand. He wants me to take Marty in for good?.... What's the
matter with Ed! He wants me to take his son to raise?"

"Oh. You didn't know Marty was not his son? He's his stepson from his first
marriage. His first wife had Marty from her first marriage. So he's not
even blood."

I was in shock at that moment. I was not sure how to answer her. No wonder
Ed had no feelings for him. I felt like a giant fist had just hit me in my
stomach.

"Shelly, what should I do about Marty? I will keep him with me, if that's
okay with you, but do you think Ed will sign custody over to me?"

She paused for a minute. "Can I talk to Marty?"

"Yes, of course you can. Let me get him."

I put the phone down, and went to get Marty. I told Marty that his aunt was
on the phone and she would like to talk to him.

As he walked by me he said in my ear, "I love you Wade. I will get her to
help get that, what did you call it...'custerdy' paper?"

"Custody paper," I said giggling to myself.

He wrapped his arms around my neck, and kissed my cheek. I watched as he
walked out the door.

All of a sudden I felt panic overwhelming me! I was trying to think of all
the things that could go wrong. I was scared as hell that I might lose
Marty!

Joey was watching me. He could see my face change from a warm smile, to a
look of shock on my face. He got up and walked over to me and sat on the
bed next to him.

"Wade, are you okay? You don't look too good," he said as he put an arm
around my shoulders.

"I'm okay. Does it show that bad? Sorry, Joey; I don't mean to be like
this."

"What's wrong, Wade? You've always been there for me, and I've never, since
meeting you, seen you look like this. Is it Marty? You know that little
shit loves you! Sorry, I mean, little Marty," he giggled.

"I know, Joey, I see it in his eyes all the time. I just got some bad news
is all."

"Can you tell me? I can help? I know I'm only 14, but I might be able to
think of something to help."

"You can't tell Marty! Please, Joey... Just until I tell him myself. Okay?"

He nodded his head, yes. I looked in his eyes and told him all I knew. He
would look at me, and then the floor.

"And I don't think even Ed knows who Marty's real dad is."


Marty saw me walk into his room. He said, "I was just thinking to myself,
this is 'My room!' I like the sound of that. 'My room.'

I told him that his aunt was on the phone. For a brief moment, Marty looked
scared, but when he looked into my eyes, his fear seemed to just melt
away. He started to think out load, saying "Those are the eyes of the man
that has shown me so much love and affection.  I know I can talk my aunt
into getting my...

'Dad?' Marty paused, then, 'Dad!... A dad is supposed to love you, and look
out for you, and not treat you like a piece of trash! The three days I've
been with Wade, have been the happiest days of my life.'


He told me he'd talk his aunt into getting that man to sign the paper that
I was talking about. He hugged me with all his might, and kissed my cheek.

"Aunt Shelly?"

"Hey, Marty. How you been, sweetie? Its been too long since I saw you
last. You must be six feet tall by now."

"Hi, Aunt Shelly. I'm doing great! Wade is taking great care of me. He's
bought me all brand new clothes, and is so much fun to be with."

"Well, that answers one question I had. So what happened with you and your
dad? He said you wouldn't go with them, when they left."

"Aunt Shelly, th... they just left. I was with Wade when they just left
me." Marty was just about to start crying, but when he thought about all
the things I has done, and said to him in the last three days, all the bad
feelings just went away. "Aunt Shelly, do you know why they just left me? I
don't think they are coming back, are they?"

"I don't know, Marty? Does Wade have a nice place? Is he good to you?"

"He's the best. He's got me all new things for my room. And I even have a
bed for Chris if he ever comes to see me. Aunt Shelly? I don't care if I
ever see them again. I love Wade. And he loves me. He wants me to stay with
him, but he needs some kind of paper signed by Dad or Mom. Do you think you
can get it for him? They don't want me; I know that. And Wade is the best."

"Marty, I will do what I can. I love you Marty. Can I talk to Wade again?"

Marty said his good byes to his aunt, set the phone down, and came to find
me.  I was still sitting on the bed with Joey. He saw the sad look on my
face, and felt his stomach tighten. He knew I was worried about him. I
think he felt like this was all his fault. But as I heard him come into the
room, and turned to look at him, there was a big smile that came across his
face. My face developed a big smile that matched his.  I think Marty's
heart skipped a beat and his face was glowing so much, it looked like it
was on fire. I know he could feel the love beaming from my smile, and he
then knew nothing was his fault. Because I loved him. And that I had shown
him that all he wanted was to be loved. And he had found that in me.

I got up and walked over to Marty, and wrapped my arms around him. I
brought his face to mine, and whispered in his ear, "God I don't know what
I'd do without you. I would absolutely die."

Marty felt a tear fall on his neck. He wrapped his arms around my neck and
whispered in my ear, " I love you so much.
 I will never leave you, Wade."

And we kissed a long kiss of pure passion for each other.

I left Marty with Joey and went in to talk to Marty's aunt. She told me she
would be able to get Ed to sign over custody to me. She knew that Ed did
not dislike Marty, but that he was a constant reminder of his first wife's
life and that her death was still a hard thing for him to deal with. I
thought of how that would have made me more likely to bond closer to the
boy. But you can't make people do things they don't want to. Still, this
was not a picture you just put in a drawer out of site. This was an 11 year
old boy with feelings.

Marty and Joey came into the kitchen to see what we were doing for
dinner. The phone rang, and Marty answered it.

"Hello? Oh, hi, Miss Posanti! No, it's Marty. Yes, he's right here."

He turned and said, "It's for you. She wants to talk to you."

"Hi, Cindy. Yes, Joey can stay the night again. Okay, I will be right
over."

I hung up the phone and turned to see two boys looking at me with big
questions on their faces.

"Joey, do you want to stay the night again tonight? I'm going to go have a
talk with your mom, okay?"

Joey looked like he wanted to say something, but like I knew my Marty would
do, he saw the same look and took Joey's hand and said,

"Let's go play that game Wade got us, okay? He's going to fix things like
he always does." And he looked at me and winked.

God that boy is so beautiful. He knew I needed to talk to Cindy, and Joey
would have insisted on going too.

I walked over to Cindy's, knocked on the door and it opened. She was in her
night robe and had a glass of whiskey in her hand. She looked like she had
been crying.

"Cindy! What's wrong? I've never seen you like this."

"Oh, Wade, nothing is wrong! My world is just falling apart! And I can't do
a "FUCKING!... Thing... about... it!"

I shut the door and followed her in to the kitchen.

She sat down and poured another glass of Jack and slid the glass to me. I
knew then that this was not a social drink. I was going to be part of her
unloading everything she was feeling on me.

She had one of those big yellow envelopes and slid it over to me and nodded
for me to open it, as she slammed the Jack down her throat. I was in
shock. I've never seen her drink before.

I opened the envelope. Inside were forms that had already been filled out.

"What is this Cindy?" I asked as she started to cry.

"Wade, I didn't know what to do! You are the only one that I can trust to
raise Joey. H...he ha...has no other family."


End of chapter 10