Date: Sun, 2 Aug 2009 23:31:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: azkid61@yahoo.com
Subject: My Marty - Chapter 4

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
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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 "Julian and Roman" and you will see what
kind of man he really is.


				 Chapter 5

				"My Marty"

Somewhere in the night, we must have switched places. I awoke to find Marty
in front of me, spooned into me. My arm was over his side and my hand was
on his chest. The feelings I was having, holding this gift in my life, was
just so unbelievable. I felt his chest rise and fall with each breath. His
hand was in mine, laced together like a steel web, holding my soul.

My face was just at the back of his neck. I breathed in deep the smell of
his hair. It was a clean smell. The smell of all boy and Pert shampoo. I
pulled him in closer. I could feel his heart beating; the heart that I so
wanted to feel beat in time with mine forever.

It was still early; the sun was still down. I could see Syliss laying next
to Marty, looking at me. I looked at Syliss and thought "you traitor." I
was so amazed at the way Syliss and Marty took to each other, like they had
known each other forever. I nuzzled into Marty's neck and lightly kissed
the spot right under his left ear. It must have sent a shiver through his
body. He wiggled and a faint laugh came from his lips.

I could see goose bumps on his soft shoulder, so I started kissing him
there, and it only sent more shivers through his body.

"Mmm," was all that I heard from him as he wrapped his hands and arms
around mine. The warmth flowing through us could have heated a whole house.
I moved my mouth close to his perfect little ear and whispered,

"Morning, Boo Bear."

He giggled again, softly. He turned his head to look at me.

"Boo bear?" he asked.

"Ya, boo bear," I said. "He was my teddy bear when I was three; my Dad gave
him to me. It was his when he was my age. Didn't you have a teddy bear when
you were younger?"

He pondered my question a moment.

"I had an old blanket I took with me everywhere," he said. "Binky, I called
it."

And we both started laughing.

"So how did "Binky" make you feel?" I asked.

He scrunched his face all up. It was so cute to see him do that.

"It made me feel all warm and safe, like nothing could get me."

"Well, that's how "Boo bear" made me feel, and that's how you make me feel
right now."  He squeezed my arms and softly stroked them.

"Wade, can we stay like this all day? I've never felt like this before, all
safe and tingly like."

"If you want, but if I don't get to the bathroom soon you might get a
little wet."

"Oh. We don't want that to happen," he said, giggling. I hated to move but
my back teeth were floating.

I jumped up and ran to the toilet to relieve myself. As I was standing
there, Marty came in and stood next to me. He had the same idea. As he
pulled the top of his underwear down to pull his appendage out, my eyes
where locked on his boyhood for the first time since I met him. Damn, he
was big for an 11 year old. He noticed me staring and laughed, saying,

"See something you like?"

I had to giggle myself, thinking what a sight that was, me standing there
with my dick in my hand just staring at his.

We shook off and washed our hands. I asked him if he was hungry, thinking
to myself, that was stupid question. What 11 year old isn't hungry?

"Yes, I'm starving."

"Well, I need a shower."

I stepped over to turn the shower on and Marty said, "Can I take one with
you?"

I froze for a second thinking, 'Mmmm, this could be fun.'

"If you want," I said.

So he slid his underwear to the floor slowly. I looked at this sight and
started getting an instant hard on. He was so beautiful, he was tan almost
everywhere, accept around his most private of private spots, his boyhood
and balls just hanging there, screaming 'Hold me!' I fumbled with the
shower to get it turned on. I could not take my eyes off that body of his.
He was perfect to the eyes. He had his hands on his hips staring at me with
a big grin on his face.

"We gonna get in or are we just gonna stand here all day," he said,
laughing.

That shook me back to what I was supposed to be doing and stepped in the
shower with Marty right behind me. I grabbed up the soap and started to
lather up my hands.

He looked up at me and said, "Can I have some soap, too?"

"I can do better then that," I said.

So I turned him around and started washing his back. The touch of his skin
sent waves of pleasure through my mind. I felt him melt at my touch as I
found every curve and every bump of his flesh more exciting then the last.
I pulled him into me, against my body, and ran my trembling hands down his
chest to his forbidden place, to find his boyhood standing at attention. He
was so hot to the touch of my hands. I felt his hands come up between us to
land on my raging member. My knees almost buckled from the sensation of his
touch, sending me into overload. It was all I could do to not blast off
right then.

So I concentrated on him and found his appendage throbbing in my hand. He
was about five inches of steel hard boy flesh. He was moaning so softly at
first, and as I started to stroke his pleasure tool, his breathing
increased and his heartbeat started to rise. I was lost in his pleasure,
forgetting mine. I just had to have this boy reach his goal.

As my hand picked up the pace, I could feel him lean back into me more. His
moans where more like cries for release. He was trembling with ecstasy, as
I felt him stiffen his whole body and jerk into my hand. As he reached his
climax, I felt my own manhood start to explode between us. His legs started
to buckle so I got to hold him up tell his ride was over.

I wrapped my arms around his body, holding onto him, feeling his heart race
and then start to slow. I never felt so satisfied before.

"That was so awesome!" he said with a trembling voice.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Better then okay. I've never cum like that before. I've never felt like I
was going to fly off into space."

I held him close to me, till I felt him stand on his own. I turned him to
face me and he wrapped his arms around me, and laid his head on my chest. I
was stroking his back and head, just feeling his body slow to normal. We
stood like that for what seemed like forever.

He looked up at me, and his face glowed with that familiar light that was
brighter then the sun. He reached up with both hands to my face and held me
there and looked deep in my eyes.

"I love you, Wade," he said.

I started to get choked up at his words ringing in my ears. I pulled him up
to look him straight in his beautiful gray eyes that held my heart and
kissed him softly on his lips.

End of chapter 5


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