Date: Fri, 18 Sep 2009 17:10:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: azkid61@yahoo.com
Subject: My Marty - Chapter 8

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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, and soon, a new story will start.

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 where received). "Sound familiar?"

I need to thank some people:

Always, Matthew Templar, for putting up with my spelling. Caleb W., for
being a true friend and sharing his stories with me.

And the ones that have emailed me; too many to mention. I've sent you all
emails, as soon as I've received yours. It is important to me to hear from
you all, as it is to send an answer from me to you.

"Rajko" you will not be alone any more. I'm always here for you!!!

                     My Marty

                     Chapter 8

As I saw the tears building, he looked at me with a blank look in his
eyes. It scared the shit out of me!

I had to get to him, but I realized I was already moving towards him. My
body was in react mode. My eyes saw him close his, and saw his knees
buckle.

I was under him before he hit the ground.

I half rolled, with him on top of me holding onto him, with all my will. I
just laid there with him in my arms. I felt him shake his head, trying to
shake the thoughts from his mind. I put my mouth to his ear and I whispered
to him,

"Marty, I've got you, and nothing is ever going to hurt you. Do you hear
me? Marty. Nothing. I promise you I will never let you out of my life. I
love you. I love you with all my heart."

He stopped shaking his head, and his sobbing stopped. He turned his head to
look me in my eyes and said, "Do you really love me? Me?"

Marty's mind hung on those three words coming from my mouth. He looked deep
into my eyes, to see if those words came from my soul. The light shining
from my eyes told him. I was indeed in love with him. He could see the
tears building in my eyes. He could see the love, and concern and the fear
in them.

At that exact second, I knew I was never going to loose my Marty. I would
let this boy out of my sight or out of my heart.

Marty looked deep in my eyes again and said,

"You will never leave me, Wade?"

I lowered my head to Marty's lips and, as soft as summer satin, kissed
Marty so gently.

Marty's life was as full of love as he'd ever known.

I pulled his head up to look into those beautiful gray eyes, and said,

"I love you, I love you, Marty Kramer. You and only you."

Shaking him softly so Marty focused on my words, I was so in love with this
boy, it hurt my heart.

After some time, Marty had just fell limp in my arms. I held him, lightly
stroking his hair and told him, "It's okay, Bo-bear; I'm here."

I was thinking we both should get up off the floor. I did the best I could,
moving Marty, but he's not light either; about 95 pounds or so. I was kind
of a hick growing up with horses and dogs. I was no stranger to hard
work. But after something like we just went through, it drained me.

We both got to our feet. Marty still clinging to me the whole time. He
still had the note crunched up in his hand. He was looking at me, when I
nodded to the note in his hand. He lifted his hand up to mine, so I could
read the note. And it said:


  Marty. Went to Aunt Shelly's for two or three weeks. I didn't think Wade
would mind you staying with him; if not stay home. Left you some money.

That was all it said. I looked at Marty's face, and could tell he was
scared, scared of the thought of being alone. I wadded up the note and
threw it in the trash. I held Marty close and told him not to worry; I was
taking him home with me. I was so mad I could chew steel. 'How could
parents be so heartless?' I thought. I asked Marty to go get his things,
enough to last a month. I pulled a piece of paper out of a drawer. I wrote,

  Ed.  Marty is with me. He will be safe. You are lucky I don't call CPS on
your ass. Wade.

(Child Protective Services)

I left it on the table with my number and the 20 dollar bill, then went to
help Marty pack. Marty was putting things in a bag when I walked in. He had
tears running down his face. The look just made my stomach ache.

His room looked like a bomb went off in it. Clothes were everywhere. As I
was looking around, Marty said,

"They must have been in a hurry to get packed. They left all of my things
but I don't see hardly any of Chris' stuff."

I walked over to Marty and placed my hand on the side of his face and
looked in his tear filled eyes and said, "Marty, don't worry. I'm here, and
you are not alone. We will get through this together. You just get your
things packed. I'll be right back."

I went into Ed's room and much of the same was there - trash all over the
room. 'What a bunch of pigs,' I thought. 'How could people live like this?'

After looking around, it occurred to me they might not be coming back;
there was nothing of value there. I started to feel sorry for Marty. But
this was not going to be his mess to deal with. I would take him away from
this life.

So we finished packing and out the door we went. I needed to think some
things out. I was thinking of what we were going to do, how I was going to
take care of an 11 year old boy, what I was going to do about school.

Then a hand was in mine and it all faded away. Just to hold his hand made
me realize there was nothing I couldn't handle with my Marty by my side. We
put his bags in my truck. As soon as we had got in, he slid over next to
me; his hand was on my knee, and he was looking into my eyes. He had a grin
on his face.

"Am I really going to stay with you, Wade?" he asked.

"Yes, Marty; until we can figure out what your mom and dad intend to do."

I didn't want to badmouth his parents, but I could have said some nasty
things about those two pieces of shit. He seemed to be doing okay with the
situation at hand; you might say he was happy with it.

He was still looking at me when he said, "Wade, I hope they never come
back. I want to live with you for ever and ever. I don't ever want to
leave."

Those words rang in my brain. "Marty that would be a dream come true for
me. I would be so proud to have you stay with me forever," I said. "But we
need to see what's up with your parents. Do you have your Aunt Shelly's
number or can we get it somehow?"

He pondered the thought for a minute, than said, "I think I have it
somewhere back at the apartment. Do we have to call her? I don't care if I
ever see or talk to them. But I would miss Chris."

I had to get his mind off of all this talk of his parents, and the thought
of them just leaving him alone. We drove to a restaurant. I knew, I was
hungry, and I bet he was too. We found a little greasy spoon called
Bobo's. Just one of those hole-in-the-wall's that, if you really looked
close, you would not dare to eat in. But the food was great. Marty wanted
to sit next to me, but I pulled the chair out across from me and motioned
him to sit in that one. He gave me a strange look and sat down. I told him
I would explain later.

We ordered our food and I just looked at Marty. How did this boy find my
heart so fast? I looked into those beautiful eyes of gray, and could see
the warmth and love he had for me in them. He reached out with his hand and
placed it on mine, and I could feel his love flow through my hand. I'm glad
the place was almost empty.

"Marty, we need to be careful of what we do in public. Other people won't
understand what we feel for each other," I said.

He looked at me curiously. "Why, Wade? If two people love each other,
what's wrong with that?"

"Why, nothing, Bo-bear; nothing at all. But because of my age and yours,
other people don't think it's right. So, we need to be careful what we do
in public. And I need to tell you how much I love you, all the time," I
said.

Marty got a big grin on his face, and said. "Okay, I've got an idea. When I
say, "binky" to you around other people, that means I'm thinking of you,
and I love you."

"Okay," I said. "Then when I say "Bo-bear" to you, it means I love you more
then you love me."

"Hey! That's not fair. You can't love me more then I love you."

I just melted at those words coming from that beautiful mouth of his. He
tried to squeeze my hand as hard as he could.

"Okay, okay. You win! We love each other the same."

We started laughing hysterically, as the waitress watched us with a big
smile on her face. She had no clue what we were laughing about, but smiled
all the same. We finished eating, I paid the bill and we left. Outside,
Marty asked what we were going to do about school.

"How many days do you have before you get out?" I asked.

"Just till Wednesday," he said.

"Well, do you want to go till then? It's up to you, bud."

"Can I just stay with you? It's only boring stuff, and I'm afraid to go,"
he said.

"Why are you afraid to go to school, bud?" I asked.

"There's some kids that are real assholes to me. This one kid, Taylor, he
caught me staring at him in the showers and told all his friends I was a
fag. Then, after school on Friday, he and four other kids found me in the
bathroom and they put my head in a toilet and made me suck Taylor's
dick. They punched me in the stomach, and was going to make me suck this
other kid's dick, but some other kid came in and I got away from them and
ran out of there."

My blood was on fire and my heart was in pain. I know kids can be cruel to
each other, but this was My Marty they did this to. I wanted to find all
those boys and beat the shit out of them. But I know that would only make
things worst.

"Bo-bear, you don't ever have to go back to that school again, if you don't
want to." I put my arm around his neck and pulled him into my side, with a
gentle squeeze. "No one will ever touch you again; I promise," I said.

He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight.

"Wade, you feel so good; I don't ever want you to leave me," He said.

I looked down at him, and put my hand under his chin and pulled his face
up, so I could look in his eyes. "Marty, I will never leave you, ever," I
said.

He smiled that smile that could melt steel. We made our way back to my
place. After getting inside, I started to think to myself, 'I need to do
some thinking. Marty can stay in the guest room, so I can put his things in
there. And what if his parents don't come back? Well, no way in hell is
anybody going to take him from me.'

"Think, Wade, think. What can I do?" I realized I had just said that out
loud. Marty was looking at me, trying to figure out what I was talking
about.

"Are you okay, Wade?" Marty asked with a concerned look on his face.

"Yeah, I'm okay, Marty. I'm just thinking of some things I need to get
done," I said.

"Like what?" he asked. His face said, I'm here; tell me.

I knew I didn't want to keep anything from him, not if I was going to treat
him like an equal. He had every right to know what was going on. He didn't
need to be coddled; he'd seen some hard times and knew a thing or two about
life, for being so young.

"Marty, what if your parents don't ever come back? I know you wish they
never would, but we need to figure out what to do," I said.

Marty looked me in the eyes, and said, "Wade, as long as I have you, I
don't need anything else."

I had a lump in my throat at that statement.

"Okay. I feel the same way, but you need to go to school, and if we travel
or if you were to get hurt or sick, I'd need something in writing to say I
was your legal garden," I said.

He looked down at his feet, trying to think of an answer for me. Then, like
a light just went off in his noggin, he shot me a look like it was so
simple to him.

"What if you call my Aunt Shelly, and ask if she can get my mom or dad to
sign some papers. She was always nice to me. She and my mom got into a
fight once, after my mom called me stupid and told me I wasn't worth a
shit. If anybody can get them to sign something, she can," he said.

"Okay, we'll call her tomorrow, okay?"

He shook his head yes.

"Let's worry about all that later," I said. "I've got one of the new Friday
the 13th movies. Want to make some popcorn and watch it?" I asked.

"That would be awesome! When the scary parts come, will you hold me, Wade?"

"Of course. I'll hold you through the whole movie if you like, bud," I
said.

So off to the kitchen I went to get some drinks and popcorn. When I got
back to the living room, to my shock, Marty was in his underwear on the
couch with Syliss, rubbing Syliss' tummy. Man, what a site that
was. Marty's body was so beautiful. I walked over to sit down by Marty.

He looked up at me and said, "You don't mind if I get comfortable, do you,
Wade?  I don't like to wear clothes in the house and Dad hated me running
around the house like this. I didn't think you would mind."

"Mind, hell. As far as I'm concerned, Marty, you never need to wear clothes
around me at all, "I said."The only problem with that is, how am I going to
walk around with a hard on all the time?"

He looked at me with that, I just ate the canary look on his face. God, he
was so gorgeous, lying on his stomach, with white Fruit of the Looms on,
tight to his bubble butt. My dick was as hard as steel. I completely forgot
what I was doing. Marty, just looked at me and started laughing.

"Wade! Wade!" he said. "Wade, are you okay?"

I shook my head, and looked at his face.

"I'm sorry, Marty. It's just that you're so beautiful, I can't take my eyes
off you."

He had a big smile on his face. "Do you really think I'm beautiful?" he
asked.

"Marty, if I lost my sight right this second, I'd never need to see
anything again, and be okay with that."

He got up on his knees on the couch with his arms open for me to take
him. I didn't hesitate to fill those arms. I wrapped my arms around him and
pulled him in tight to me, and he looked in my eyes.

"Wade, I've never felt so much love for anybody before. It feels like my
heart hurts, Wade. Is that supposed to happen? It's a good hurt when you
look at me like you do. My dick gets hard. That's never happened before,"
he said.

"Marty, I've never felt like I do right at this second, as I do with you in
my arms. My heart is so full, it hurts, too."

He brought his mouth to mine and started to kiss me, but this time he had
his tongue on my lips, trying to part mine. I was shocked to feel his
tongue in my mouth, darting around to find mine. It was the most electric
feeling I've ever had. I've kissed a couple of girls in my life and never
enjoyed it like this; this was mind-blowing. He tasted of pancake
syrup. That just made it all the more special. It seemed like we were
kissing for days, but only minutes passed. I could feel him grinding into
me, his breathing was getting faster, his arms were all over me, just as
mine were all over him.

"Wade, can we go to your room?" he asked.

I could feel his boycock against my tummy, aching to be free. I have never
wanted something so much in my life. I walked with him clamped to me like a
vice. We never stopped kissing all the way to my room. I was so hot and he
was like an animal, clawing at my clothes, trying to rip them off. I didn't
have time to pull my shorts and underwear off before he had me completely
naked and his hands on my dick.

He had fire in his eyes and was all over me. This boy was out of control,
but I loved every minute of it. Just as I was thinking I was in control, he
would roll me over onto my back and start attacking my raging hard on. This
boy knew how to send me to the moon!

I was cumming in less than five minutes, and I never stopped for what
seemed like forever. He was licking up every drop. I was spent; beyond
spent. He stopped to look up at me, to see my face, to see if I had enjoyed
the flight. I saw him come slowly up my chest, with a grin ear to ear.

I could not believe what had just happened. 'Where in the hell did this boy
learn that? He's not 11, or almost 12. He's a 20 year old sex midget,' I
thought.

"Marty, I have never in my life felt so in love as I do for you right now!
You just literally blow my mind! Where in the world did you learn that?" I
asked.

Marty put his finger on my lips.

"Shhhh," he said. "I just wanted to lay on you and feel your heart beat."

He kissed me softly, and laid his head on my chest. I put my arms around
him and held him tight. It felt like he was a part of me. My heart was
beating to his, his to mine, as one.

Sleep soon found us.

End of chapter 8.


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Wade.