Date: Wed, 31 Mar 2010 22:55:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: azkid61@yahoo.com
Subject: My Marty - Chapter 12

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.

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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."

Thanks to Matthew Templar for his hard work at editing. And a very special
thanks to Mark. I want the world to know how much you mean to me.

Sorry I've taken so long to post chapter 12. Life's just kinda been in my
face. I will keep with it. Or until you all tell me to stop. Thanks for all
the support.

                     My Marty

                     Chapter 12


The look he had on his face was of pure love and acceptance. I had to think
of a way to tell him I have thought about him in ways I should not be
thinking. I felt bad at that moment.

'Am I betraying Marty? Am I feeling something for Joey?' I thought to
myself.

I could see the tears building up in his beautiful brown eyes. And I had to
think of what I was feeling for him. But just then, Marty's face would
unfold in my mind and I could see those beautiful gray eyes that would
shine like a star in the heavens at me. I couldn't seem to get Marty out of
my thoughts.

"Joey, if I'd known you liked me the way you do when you were staying at my
apartment all those nights, things would be different. Do you understand
what I'm trying to tell you?"

He looked at me from eye to eye, trying to read the feelings in my soul. I
had to make him understand, the things he was feeling for me would pass. I
hope.  I just knew that I couldn't do anything to hurt Marty. He's been
through enough in his short life. I knew Marty probably wouldn't mind me
loving Joey. But I could not have my love split in two. Joey is so good
looking, and he is older by four years.

I reached up to his face with my right hand and gently brushed his softer
then a rose petal cheek. And I felt him move his head to feel my hand.

"You are so special to me," I told him. "You have been my savior in so many
ways. You have been a friend, and a sounding board when I needed to unload
my bad days. The things we talk about fill my life with such joy. You will
find some one to fall in love with," I said as I kept brushing his cheek.

"But I think I feel like I could be in love with you, Wade. And you are the
only one who ever made me feel so accepted for how I am. You never made fun
of me or judged me. I'm so worried about my mom too. I just don't know what
to do."

I had to stop him from thinking of the worst things that could possibly
happen to his mother. And just then I could hear the thumping of feet on
the wood floor, as Marty came running into my room and jumped on the bed
with Joey and me. As he looked from me to Joey, it was with a look of
concern on his cute face.

"Is something wrong, you guys?"

"I just wanted to see what you were up to," said Joey, looking up at his
friend.

Out of the blue, Joey reached over and started tickling Marty's side,
causing him to start squealing with laughter. It was such sweet music to my
ears; I had to join in on the fun.

"Stop! Stop!" I'm going to pee my pants!" he shouted as he squirmed all
around the bed, trying to escape our fingers. I stopped to watch the two
most beautiful boys in the world, laughing and smiling. The sounds of their
laughter filled the room with such sounds as only angels could make. After
they stopped to catch their breaths, I looked at them both and had to
smile. They saw me smiling and asked what I was so happy about.

"You two fill my heart with such joy and love that I don't think I could
ever be as happy as I am right now."

They both gave me a hug, and told me they loved me. It's times like this
that make all the things in the would make sense. I could only feel the
warmth and love that these boys had to give. Nothing else mattered to
me. We had things to do that day, and time was passing by. I sent them off
to shower and dress for the day and I went into the other bathroom to do
the same.

I was in the kitchen, fixing them some eggs and bacon, letting my fingers
do the walking through the yellow pages. I was looking for a good lawyer;
not one of those stupid ambulance chasers. I needed to have all the papers
from Cindy, Joey's mom, and Shelly, Marty's aunt, looked at, to make sure
everything was in order.

I heard the sounds of two boys laughing and playing on their way to the
kitchen. They had smiles a mile wide on their faces as they sat down at the
table.

"Mmm...eggs and bacon. My favorite," Marty said with a smile.

"Guys, do you know what you want to do today?" I asked, as I put the food
on their plates, and then stood back to watch it be devoured as fast as I
could serve it to them.

"Joey, you need to call your mom and ask her if you can go with us. Or does
she need to have you at home today? I think she might not be feeling too
good today." I was thinking to myself that, after what she drank the night
before, I'd be pretty out of it too.

"Okay, can I use your phone?"

"Sure," I said as I started to clean up after the feeding frenzy I just
witnessed. Joey went off to use my phone in the living room. And I sent
Marty off to wash up, as I went to do the same. Joey came back and said his
mom needed him to help with some things she needed to do that day. He
looked a little sad, but after I told him she needed to spend some time
with him, he seemed to cheer up a bit. I told him we'd see him after a bit,
and he could stay the night if it was okay with his mom. That got a big
smile from him.  I gave him a big hug, and Marty gave him one too. And off
he went. I fed Sylis and made sure he had plenty of water.

And with Marty at my side, I headed out to my truck.

We left my apartment complex and went out into the day. I was feeling great
about the things that had been unfolding in my life. Marty slid over, until
he was right up next to me. He put his hand on my thigh. I felt the warmth
from his hand, and could feel his love for me. He turned the radio on and
flipped through some channels, till he found a song he liked. It was an
Eagle's song. 'Desperado.' One of my favorites.

And as it played, he started to sing. I was completely moved by the sound
of his voice. It was like an angel from heaven was singing. His voice
pierced my heart. I had to concentrate on the road. He seemed to put his
whole body into the song. His eyes were closed as he pushed out the
words. I felt my heart start to fly. I'd heard kids sing before, but never
like what I was hearing right then.

The song ended and he opened his eyes to see me looking at him. We were
stopped at a light that had changed to green. I was staring at him in total
awe!

"Hey, you okay?" he said knocking me back from the dream state I was in.

"Marty, that was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard in my life! Where
did you ever learn to sing like that?"

Just then the car behind me beeped his horn. Looking up, I realized I was
still stopped. So, I mashed on the pedal to get on the way. Marty looked up
at me with a smile on his face that could have lit up the blackest of
nights. And then he looked down at his feet and with a sad voice, he said,
"Ed would yell at me for singing. He hated my voice."

When he said 'Ed' instead of dad, I knew what he must have felt about his
dad. I pulled the truck into a Circle 'K' parking lot and stopped the
truck. I turned to look in the eyes of Marty. I pulled him in tight to
me. I could feel him start to tremble. I knew he was on the verge of
crying. I felt a pain in my heart for him. The life he must have been
living had to be hard for him. To be shot down at every turn of your life
had to be unbearable. I lifted up his chin, so I could look into those
beautiful eyes of gray.

"Marty, that was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard in my life! I
could listen to your voice till the day I die and never tire of it."

"Really?" he said. "You think I have a beautiful voice? You don't think it
sounds like a train wreck? That's what Ed would tell me."

I wrapped him up tight to me and held him close. "God, no, Marty. You gave
me goose bumps. Look," I said as I showed him my arms, covered with little
bumps. "Never let anybody tell you different! I would be very pleased to
have you sing all the time if you wanted to."

Then he pulled me in tighter and with a gleam in his eyes said, "I love you
so much it hurts."

"And I love you more then life, my little angel" I replied, kissing him on
his cheek.

We pulled back out onto the road, and were off to see what we could find to
do. I needed to stop at my bank, to see what I could do about some
investments, now that I had some one else in my future. It was time to
start planning for one.

Mr. Tom Rolinds was the branch manager. He's been a good friend of my
family for as long as I could remember.

"Hi, Wade. How's life these days?" he asked as he shook my hand. Marty was
right by my side. "And who is this young man?"

"Tom, this young man is Marty. He's my adopted son."

The look on both their faces was priceless. Tom's, because he's never known
me to even like kids, and Marty's, because he's never thought about the
idea before.

"And when did this take place?" He asked me. "Your mom never said anything
about this."

Shit! I forgot all about that. She's going to flip! And Tom talks to her
all the time.

"Tom, you can't tell her till I get a chance to explain things to her,
please?"

"So she has no clue?" he asked me.

"No. This just happened in the last week."

"How does this just happen? And who in their right mind just gives someone
custody of a young boy like that?"

"Tom, can we go into your office and talk?"

"Okay. This I gotta hear!"

After he entered his office, I closed the door after Marty and I followed
him through the door.  'This is not going to be fun,' I thought to myself.

I started from the beginning, leaving out the things I might get put in
jail over. He shook his head once in a while, and nodded that same way my
dad would do that drives me crazy!

After I was done talking about all that had taken place, he looked at me
and said, "Well, Wade, you have gotten yourself in a little bit of a pickle
there, haven't you? Do you know what you're going to do?"

That whole time, Marty had his hand in mine, and was looking at me with
those beautiful eyes of his. I glanced at him and smiled.

"Well, Tom, this young man has kinda grown on me. And now, I could never
see my life without him in it."

Marty smiled so big you'd think it was Christmas morning. I squeezed his
hand and said, "Tom, I've made my mind up and I will raise Marty the best
way I can, with lots of love and understanding. It's not going to be an
easy trip, but," I continued, as I looked into his eyes, "I know how much
this young man has stolen my heart."

I saw a smile come across Tom's face as he looked at the two of us, and I
knew then that I'd won him over.

"Well, I'm glad for you. You do look a lot more happy then you did when you
first got home."

I thought about that for a minute. I had just gotten out of the hospital in
Kansas, from almost getting killed in a Jeep. I had been driving my
C. O. (Commanding Officer) around town. He was a big drunk. I'm surprised
he was still commanding. He's had three DWI's in one year, but somehow they
never busted him for it.

He had made me stop at one of the local strip clubs in Ratcliff, right
outside of Fort Riley. It was a small town, mostly made up of single wide
trailers, and two strip clubs. Though I'd been in them both with some guys
from camp, I was not into watching a bunch of GI's getting hammered, and
drooling all over the sluts on display. I'd kept a low profile the whole
time I was in the service. Only one other guy in my company knew I was gay,
and that was because we'd seen each other in the only gay bar, by accident,
in Manhattan, Kansas.

My C. O. had been pounding them back and making a complete ass of himself
for two hours, while I sat and watched him. When it was time to get back to
camp, he decided he was going to drive, and being the complete dickhead he
was, ordered me to give him the key. I knew he was too wasted to drive,
but, only being a corporal and him having two silver bars on his shoulders,
I was in a loosing battle.

We had made it to the camp, and were almost back to the barracks. There was
a very sharp curve just before the end of the road. I remembered that, just
before the curve, I was looking at the speedometer and saw it pegged all
the way down. The old army jeeps weren't fast, but they weren't meant to
drive upside down either.

I remember that I was starting to grab the wheel, but it was too late. The
next thing I knew, I was waking up in the camp hospital three weeks
later. I had been in a coma, and both my legs were broken in two places
each. After six months of rehabilitation, and two months of therapy, I was
discharged, and given 9.7 million dollars to keep my mouth shut. Seems my
C. O. was the son of some four star general in the pentagon. And, of
course, my C. O. came out of the accident with just some scratches.

I knew I had to tell my mom about Marty. But I was not sure how to go about
that, without her flipping out.

"Tom, can you keep this all under your hat until I get a chance to figure
this all out? I know mom will love Marty as much as I do."

Marty kept looking at me from time to time. I could see in his eyes that he
was a little uneasy about meeting my mom. I knew I had to talk to him about
it. Tom and I chatted for a few more minutes and set up a trust for Marty
and I moved some funds around.  As soon as I got up to leave, Marty's hand
was in mine. The feel of his soft hand and the spark that I felt the first
time I'd had his hand in mine, sent shivers to my soul. We left the bank
and I could tell Marty wanted to talk, but he didn't seem to know where to
start.

"You okay, bud?" I asked him as I felt him pull on my hand when he stopped.

"What if your mom doesn't like me?"

I looked at him and felt the panic he must have been feeling. I pulled his
hand towards me and reached out with my free one and pulled him up into my
arms. I looked him right in those beautiful gray eyes of his.

"How could anybody not love you at first sight like I do? And, besides, Mom
loves me, and you're a part of me now!"

He looked in my eyes, put his hands on my cheeks, and said, "So when do I
get to meet my grandmother?"


End of chapter 12.

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