Date: Fri, 17 Jul 2009 14:20:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: azkid61@yahoo.com
Subject: My Marty - Chapter 2

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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
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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.


           Chapter 2


           "My Marty"


As I watched Marty's bus pull away, I started to feel a pain in my chest,
one that I've never felt before. It was a pain that you only get from
losing someone close to you.

My mind started to fly off on what I was feeling and how this one little
boy had just made my life change in only a few brief hours.

I put it all on the back shelf of my mind, and started to walk to work. I
had my truck parked there and needed to get it, get home and get cleaned up
for work later that day.

I finally made it to my apartment. It was small but it was mine.

I never had much growing up. My parents divorced when I was eight, and. it
was a nasty divorce, with all the bells and whistles, the name calling and
breaking of everything in the house.

My little brother and I were constantly hiding under the covers, hoping the
violence didn't flow into our room. My older brother missed out on all the
fun. He was in the army and out of the house by then. But through it all, I
came out of it seeing things in a different light.

Never get married!!

I had just enough time to (as they say) shit, shower, and shave before
hightailing it to work. I finally made it to work, late as always.

I could not get my mind on work at all. That face, that face that sent
waves of warmth throw my heart. His smile that made me want to shout out
his name.

Then Ed showed up and my high was gone in a flash. We made small talk and
went on with the day's work. Later that week, I was trying to think of how
to get back to see Marty. I couldn't just show up. That would just send up
a red flag. I decided to make myself a better friend to Ed. So I spent all
my spare time talking to him; making his world seem like the only thing
that mattered; although he was boring as hell. But, if it meant that I
could see my Marty then I would put up with him.

I soon had him liking me. He finally asked me if I wanted to come over that
Friday. I was like a schoolboy going on my first date; butterflies and
all. I spent all my time Friday getting ready, checking my hair, my breath,
changing my clothes two or three times. I had to be perfect for my Marty.

Now I haven't had any feelings for any other boy I knew. But something
about Marty just rang my bell. I have never felt so out of control as I
have for him.

I made it to Ed's apartment around six that night. As I was walking up to
the door it flew open and there he was, running to me with a big grin on
his face. He stopped short of running right into me.

"You did come back! I knew you would. Can you stay? How long can you stay?"

He was talking a mile a minute. I was so blown over by his excitement to
have me there that I felt like I was walking on the moon.

We started walking to the apartment while he was still talking a mile a
minute, when, all of a sudden, I felt his small hand in mine. The second
his hand touched mine I felt a shock of emotion coursing threw my heart. I
almost stumbled over and had to focus on not falling. I knew at that moment
I would never let this angel out of my life.

We made it inside and there was Ed, standing there, looking at me with this
strange look on his face. I suddenly felt like I'd done something wrong and
started to panic.

"What have you done to my son?"

It was the look of shock on my face that must have made him laugh. He
walked over to me and I thought I was about to take my last breath; because
he could see right into my soul, and knew I was in love with his son. But,
instead of him beating me within an inch of my life, he just punched me
lightly on the arm.

"All that boy has done was talk about you. You would have thought you two
where the best of friends. He's been driving me crazy all week."

I thought to myself, how can this boy be so fond of me? We only just met
and it was a short visit at that.  I told myself that I had to talk to him
later and find out why he felt that way about me.

Ed and I talked a bit. He offered me a beer but when I looked at Marty he
seemed to look down at his feet. I knew I couldn't take the beer. I told Ed
I had to drive.

"But, no thank you, anyway."

I saw Marty smile and I knew that I'd done the right thing. I knew that
alcohol was not something Marty would want me doing.

Ed and I sat and talked about work. When the phone rang, Ed left to answer
it.

Marty sat next to me on the couch, just looking at me. God, I could just
swim in those eyes of gray and never come out.

Ed finally returned with a strange look on his face. I could see he wanted
to ask me something so I asked him what was up. He told me he needed to go
see a friend, but he couldn't take Marty with him and his wife was at work
till five a.m.

Chris was at a sleepover with friends.  I piped up and said I'd be glad to
look after Marty and, that if it was okay, he could stay the night at my
place. Being it was a Friday night he would not be going to school the next
day. Marty was jumping up and down and he looked at his dad who said he
didn't care; that was okay with him.

I asked Marty if he needed anything. He said he'd be right back.

To see the south end of a north bound boy at full speed, well, I don't need
to tell you how wonderful that looks!

He was back in a flash with his bag. We made it out to my truck. When we
got close, he started to get a big grin on his face. That's how I knew that
he liked big trucks.  Mine was a 1980 Dodge diesel 4x4.

The first word out of his mouth:

"Cool."

We got in. He had a little trouble since it has a six inch lift. I asked
him if he wanted to go see a movie.

"Yeah! That would be sweet. Can we get popcorn and a Coke? My dad took us
once but he wouldn't let me and my brother have anything. He said he had no
money."

I saw the look on his face and almost died.

"But Dad had enough for beer!"

Then I realized, that's the same look I would have had when I was his age,
if I'd been asked about my mom and the subject of booze came up.

As soon as we'd pulled out, he scooted over as close has he could and
placed his hand on my leg . . . and my heart skipped a beat!

End of Chapter 2


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