Date: Fri, 2 Mar 2018 11:00:39 +0100 (CET)
From: john.matthews@tutanota.com
Subject: Noah and Mariu Part 4

 Mariu

Sorin Enescu and Mariu lived next door.  Sorin was from Bucharest in
Romania.  He had been here for about ten years.  Mariu, his son, had been
born here about a year after arriving in Australia.  It appears that
Sorin's wife who had liked the bright lights and the freedom of
Australasia, had a series of affairs, deserted her husband and son and went
to New Zealand.  Sorin was not displeased.  He worked very hard and was
still able to bring up his son.  He was a classics scholar and had a
position in the same University as I did.  I had become Head of Department
on the demise of my predecessor.  I wasn't doing too badly.

Sorin had been bringing Mariu to work, off and on, for quite a number of
years.  The little fellow was known to us all.  He was a pint-sized carbon
copy of his father.  Sorin was about 173cm, blond, blue-eyed and with
curving black eyebrows.  He had high cheekbones, and the slightest oriental
cast to his eyes.  His mouth was lush and his lips were red and sensuous.
He was trim.  He was stocky, but his body narrowed down to a nice v shape.
His backside was quite shapely, and, I felt, just ripe for the plucking.

Mariu was the same, but in miniature.

Some time ago, when I was Deputy Head, the house next door to mine became
vacant and was up for sale.  I knew Sorin and Mariu were living in a small
flat, so I suggested he buy the house.  Sorin told me he wouldn't have the
deposit.  He told me he would buy the house if he did have the money, but
as of yet, he didn't.  I bought the house myself and offered it to him.  He
could rent it from me on a rent-to-buy scheme, and everyone would be happy.
His rent would not be dead money, and I would have a small additional
income from the minimal interest I would receive.

When he asked me why I was doing this, I told him it was because I thought
he was a nice guy, Mariu was a fantastic kid, and it was a reasonable sort
of investment for me.  Mariu appeared to be a quiet little fellow and quite
compliant.  He always behaved well when he was with his father at the
university.  He seemed to know instictively who spoke Romanian and who
didn't.  He only spoke Romanian with his father or whenever they were with
someone else who spoke Romanian.  A number of our lecturers did, including
me, as Romanian is a romance language.

He was quite fond of me, so it seemed.  He loved my collection of Asterix
in every conceivable language, and Tin Tin the same. He would simply make
himself comfortable with two, sometimes three of the same Asterix books in
two or three languages and try and puzzle out the meanings of the words he
didn't understand. He was fluent in Romanian and French and of course
English. My bet was that he would soon have a very good working knowlege of
German, Dutch and Polish.

If he was at the university, he would quietly knock on the door, excuse
himself and ask if he could read my books please.  He was always as quiet
as a mouse.  When I first mentioned this to his father, Sorin laughed.

"Visiting angel, home devil," was his response.

When they moved next door, Mariu was frequently at my place.  There was no
back fence between our properties, so Mariu had two yards in which to play.
Often I would hear a gentle knock on my back door.  Mariu would be there
and there would be a polite, "Excuse me Uncle John, may I read your books
please?" or if I were watching a movie or looking at TV, "Excuse me Uncle
John, may I sit with you please?"  He was always remarkably quiet and he
never let me out of his sight.

After about the umpteenth time his father came to my place looking for his
lost little boy, we had a proper chat.  We had always been friendly, but a
little distant.  He was very spunky, and I didn't want anything to ruin a
perfectly good professional relationship.  But I did have my fantasies. On
this particular day, Sorin knocked at the door and asked if he could have a
word.

I naturally invited him in and offered him a beer.  We sat down in my sun
room and made ourselves comfortable.  Mariu looked at his dad and went
outside to play.

We made a bit of small talk initially and Sorin finished his beer.  I
offered him another.  He very apologetically asked if I had something a bit
stronger.  I offered him whiskey or brandy.  He chose the brandy and asked
for a decent slug.  I gave it to him and he gulped it down.  I was
surprised.  I had never seen him drink more than a glass of wine or a beer
at work functions.

"Sorin, do you have something on your mind?" I asked.

"Yes, I do."

"What's the problem?"

"Look John, you're my colleague and boss.  I try and keep work separate
from my private life."

I nodded, and thought silence was going to be the best here.  I listened.

"Well, as we live so close, and you have been so kind to Mariu and me, I
thought I had better tell you that Mariu totally and completely adores you.
He would be here 24 hours a day, seven days a week if I let him."

The words were coming out in a rush.

"Look, I don't disapprove of his adoration at all.  In fact I can relate to
it on a couple of levels. But it's true.  He just loves you.  I mean he
really loves you."  Sorin took a deep breath, looked me in the eyes and
added, "And so do I. La fel si eu." The Romanian I guess was for emphasis.

"Oh," was my rather inadequate reply.

I really did not know how to react.  This was the first time that someone
had told me that he loved me and meant it.  Of course, I had looked at
Sorin with an eye to him being a beautiful guy.  He was handsome,
intelligent and quiet.  He did his work, and did it very well.  The
students liked him.  Our colleagues liked him.  He had been appointed to
the permanent staff, a sign that administration liked him.

"Look," Sorin had started talking again, "I think I might have overstepped
the mark here, and I'm sorry."  He got up as if to leave.

"Please Sorin, don't go..." I heard myself saying.  "I like you very much,
please don't go."  I got up and grabbed him into a hug.  "Please don't go."

I pushed him down onto the sofa and poured us each a rather stiff brandy.
I had felt myself respond to the hug. I had also felt Sorin melt into me
for a moment.  I sat next to him quietly with my arm around his shoulder.

"I like you very much Sorin.  You haven't overstepped any imaginary mark.
I am really grateful for your trust in talking to me. I guess it's my turn
now.  I think you are handsome, spunky and all round fantastic.  I can't
say I love you yet, but who knows what's in the future.  What about Mariu?"

Sorin relaxed a little.

"Mariu adores you.  He has a picture Next to his bed I took of you guys
near the pool.  I have seen him playing with himself looking at the
picture.  He wants to have sex with you... make love with you."

"He's nine..."

"Yes, a serious nine. nearly 10," Sorin chuckled. "I have all the
difficulty in the world making him call you uncle John... he wants to call
you tati doi - daddy two.  He wants you as his second dad..."

"You don't mind he feels like that...  that he wants to have sex?"

"Of course not.  If he's old enough to feel it, then he is old enough to do
it," his father replied.

Sorin and I sat closer.  I tentatively tightened my arm around his shoulder
and our faces moved together.  We kissed.  It was passionate and full of
longing - from both sides. I slipped my hand under his shirt to feel his
skin.  He was hairless and soft.  He felt beautiful.

"You can do what you want with me.  I really mean that.  But look after my
boy as well, please."  Sorin's look was pleading.

"OK," I said, "Let's call Mariu."

Sorin went to the back door and called his son.  The little fellow arrived,
and was looking expectantly at me then his father, then back again.  I
opened my arms to him and he jumped up into them.  I kissed him on the nose
and he giggled.  He then kissed me on the lips, and I felt his little
tongue caress them.  I opened my mouth a little, and his tongue snaked in.
We did tongue battle for a few seconds and I put him down.  His father just
smiled at us.

Mariu leaned in and whispered to me, "Dad's hard."

I looked and he was.  Very distinctly.  He whispered again, "So am I..."
and giggled.  His shorts seemed to have quite a bulge in them. "I love you
uncle John."

"I think you are the best in the world," I replied.  Mariu beamed at me.

The time was getting on a bit, and I thought it might be time to cool down
and put the rather charged atmosphere on hold.

"Let's have something to eat, and have a chat afterwards."

Mariu looked at his dad pleadingly.  His blue eyes sparkled.  I was
delighted with his enthusiasm, and I too looked at his dad.

Sorin said he had tocanita cooking at his house and there was plenty.  I
should eat with them.

I had never eaten with them before and I was quite keen.  However, I wasn't
as keen as Mariu.  I closed my house and we wandered down to theirs.  Mariu
was half dragging me half walking beside me.  Sorin stayed close to me, but
not in physical contact.  He was very quiet.

"Are you OK, Sorin?" I asked.

"Yes, yes..." he replied.

"But...?"

"I was just hoping I haven't put you in a position you don't want to be
in."

The man wasn't stupid.  This was an odd situation, very odd. My colleague
told me he loved me.  He told me his son loved me.  His son told me he
loved me.  He obviously wanted to go to bed with me, and so did his son.
Was this exactly where I wanted to be?  All this flashed through my mind in
a nano-second.

We had reached the door and entered the house.  "This is exactly where I
want to be, Sorin.  Exactly."  I reached over and pulled him to me. We
kissed.  Fireworks exploded in my head.  "Yes Sorin, this is exactly where
I want to be."

Mariu watched us.  I could see happiness and perhaps a little wistfulness
in his expression.

I made a grab for him, lifted him up and kissed him properly.  He melted
into the kiss.  Sorin moved forward and joined us.  A three-way kiss.  It
was unbelievably good.  I was hard.

Sorin came to his senses first.

"Let's eat."  The smells of the simmering stew were fantastic, but not
quite as fantastic as the very slight body odours of my guys.

"You men get ready, and I'll set the table."  Sorin shooed us away.  "I
think Mariu wants to show you his room - and other things," Sorin whispered
under his breath to me.

"C'mon uncle John, this is my room.  Help me change for dinner,
pleeeeeease."

It was certainly a boy's room.  I noted the posters of soccer stars on the
wall.  All had their shirts off.  I also noticed a photo of Mariu and me
next to the bed.  This was the one his father had mentioned earlier.  It
was of Mariu and me in speedos next to my pool.  I had forgotten about it
until Sorin mentioned it.

"OK, I'll help.  What do you want me to do?"

"Undress me please."

I was a bit taken aback, but I should have seen it coming.  I reached
forward and slipped his T-shirt over his head.  He just stood there smiling
at me.  His torso was nut brown.  His tummy was flat with just a tiny
amount of puppy fat around his waist.  He would lose this soon.  His
nipples were darker brown, and seemed perfect on his small body.  His navel
was an "innie".  His shorts hung very, very low on his hips.  I just stared
at him.  He was beautiful.

He suddenly seemed to go all shy under my scrutiny.

"Do you like me, uncle John?" he whispered.

I sat on his bed and pulled him close to me, feeling his skin.  "You are
the most beautiful boy in the world," I whispered back to him.  My hands
slipped to the waistband of his shorts.  I felt his intake of breath as my
hands reached the band.  He pulled in his tummy a little inviting me to
slip his shorts off. I did. Slowly. My hands slipped down his lovely round
arse. No underwear.  His little cock was hard and sticking straight out.
He was uncut, and the skin pulled back to reveal the top of his glans.  In
a trice he was in my arms, naked.  I had fallen backwards over and onto the
bed and he was on top of me just kissing me.

I was a bit taken aback but I loved the kisses.  My hands were on his back
and arse and I cuddled into the kisses.  My finger found his cleft and I
played a little.  I touched his little wrinkled sac and he wiggled some
more and moaned.  I stored up that piece of knowledge for later play.  He
was a beautiful boy.

"I love you, Uncle John, I really love you."

"I love you too, Mariu."

He stopped his kisses for a moment.  He looked me in the eye and asked, "Do
you really love me?"

"Yes," I replied, "I really love you."  I surprised myself with the depth
of my feeling.

"What about papa?"

"I thought for a couple of moments.  Mariu's eyes never left mine.  He was
looking into me for truth.

"Yes," I answered slowly, "I really think I love your papa."

I felt that everything was in slow motion.  It seemed I could feel every
part of my body tingling.  It was truly a weird sensation.  I slowly
disengaged from Mariu.  I gave him a kiss, swatted his backside and told
him to get dressed.  He giggled a little and set to it.

I left him and wandered out to the kitchen.  Sorin had set the table and
was waiting for Mariu and me.

"Are you OK, John?" Sorin's brow furrowed.

I shook my head to clear it and smiled.

"I don't think I've ever been better."

Sorin chuckled.  "The little bugger got you, didn't he?"

"Yeah, he did..."  I looked straight at Sorin.  "I didn't really know it,
Sorin, but I love you, and I've loved you for a long time.  I just didn't
know it," I repeated somewhat inanely.

Sorin grabbed my hand and firmly seated me at the table.  Mariu appeared
clad in a sleeveless bright yellow muscle shirt and a pair of tiny, but
floppy, silk or satin running shorts.  He looked fabulous.  He sat next to
me at the table and grabbed my hand.

"You like, Uncle John," he asked.  His big eyes looked at me adoringly.

"Yeah, I like," I replied.

As his father was organising the food, Mariu grabbed my hand and put it
high on his leg.

"You like, Uncle John?"

My finger slipped under his shorts and tickled his cock.  Mariu giggled.

"Yeah, I like," I replied.

Sorin arrived with a steaming bowl of tocanita.  We ate it with gusto.
Sorin and I drank a little red wine, and Mariu drank milk.  The meal was
reasonably quiet.  We finished all together, totally satisfied.

Mariu picked up the plates, and cleared the table.

I made a move to help, but Sorin stopped me.

"Mariu does this," he said.  "Let's you and me talk a bit."

We retired to his sitting room and relaxed on a two-seater sofa.  Sorin
seemed a bit shy.  I reached for his face and pulled him close.  I kissed
him gently, pulled away and told him that was the best meal of my life.  It
was too.  The food was delicious, but the company a thousand times more
delicious.

He smiled and kissed me back.  Gently.  Suddenly a small whirlwind came
through the door and Mariu was with us.

"Can I have a kiss too, please Uncle John?  Is that OK Papa?"

Before either of us could reply, he was on my lap, hanging off my lips.
Somehow my hand was in his shorts, playing with his jewels.  I met his
father's hand there.

We smiled at each other, and without words, we headed to Sorin's bedroom.
Mariu was in my arms, snuggled in to my neck.  Sorin had my hand and was
leading the way.  When we arrived, I kissed Mariu on the nose and put him
on the bed.  He just stood there, watching his dad and me kiss and
generally make out.

It actually became quite a torrid session between us.  It was as if we
didn't have an audience at all.  Mariu stayed quiet as a mouse.  Somehow
Sorin and I had our shirts and trousers off without really knowing how.  We
were on the bed in our skivvies, our cocks mashing together as our lips and
tongues never stopped firing on.  Our hands were everywhere.  Sorin's body
was smooth and soft.  He and I seemed to meld into each other.  Mariu
looked on.  At some stage he stripped off.  His little boner was rock hard
and pointing out straight.

For a moment, Sorin and I came up for breath.  We both looked at Mariu.  He
looked back at us and grinned.

"I guess you like each other, huh?" he remarked.

"Yes, and we really like you too." Sorin and I replied almost
simultaneously.  His grin grew.  He flung himself at both of us.  We caught
him and started to tickle him.  He giggled and wriggled. Then I kissed him
and he went very still.  His kiss in response was full of passion.  I
didn't think a nine almost 10 year old could respond so ardently.  He did
though and I was thrilled.

He rolled off me and pulled his legs back.  He was totally revealed to me.

"Will you please put it in me, Uncle John?"

I looked at Mariu and then Sorin.  Sorin just smiled and nodded.

"I don't want to hurt you Mariu," I told him.

"I don't care if it hurts.  It's good after the hurt.  I've seen it lots of
times."

I was a bit startled at that.  I looked at Sorin.  He indicated a case with
DVDs.  I couldn't see the titles, but I could guess.

I leaned over Mariu to kiss him.  I could feel Sorin pulling off my
skivvies.  They caught on my cock, and he disengaged them, handling my
hard-on very gently.  While I was still kissing Mariu, I felt Sorin apply
lube to me.  I sensed rather than felt him also lube Mariu. Sorin took my
cock and guided it towards the target.  I felt the tip on Mariu's
virginity.  I looked at the little chap and he smiled and bit his lip.  He
wanted it and I thrust forward.  The head entered him and he gasped.

"Yes," he hissed.

"Mariu." I whispered. "My Mariu."

I entered him fully.  He pushed up towards me.  We started thrusting
towards each other.  Our joining was perfect.  Sorin knelt beside and
watched closely.  The joy we experienced was beyond compare.  Thrust met
thrust.  I leaned forward to kiss my little boy.  I reached for Sorin's
manhood and pulled him towards our lips. We kissed over and around Sorin's
hard cock.  As we did so, I felt Sorin's body jerk.  He came and I could
taste his precious spunk.  Mariu's and my tongue played with each other and
we licked at Sorin's offering together.  I felt Mariu's body tighten around
me as his little cock spasmed.  This pulled me over the edge and I shot a
load into him.  He wriggled as I did so.  This increased my pleasure and
made me meld into him more.  He tightened himself over my prong, not
letting me withdraw.  He was perfect, as was his father.  I felt a sweet
lassitude envelop me.  I rolled sideways, pulling Mariu with me.  I was
still rock hard and inside him.  He was very happy and smiling.  His hands
were everywhere over me.  Sorin was stroking Mariu and kissing me.

"I really have you in me now," whispered Mariu.

"Yeah you do... and that makes us belong to each other, in some way,
forever."

As I spurted in him, I had made him mine.  The three of us still belong to
each other... forever.

Post Script:

Mariu lived with Sorin and me until he turned 18.  He excelled at school,
and had to travel interstate to pursue his chosen career of veterinary
science.  Again, he excelled.  He was certainly no monk while he was away,
and had several liaisons. A couple were bad experiences and one was
particularly good. This was with a very beautiful Jewish lad by the name of
Noah Hakoah.  Sorin and I both thought this might be the one.  However, it
was not to be.  Noah has a lover called David Klein. Since marriage
equality, the have tied the knot. Dave was a law student and now works in
his and Noah's fathers' law firm. Noah's brother Jason does the same.  It
seems that Jason and Dave partner up as well, but aren't lovers like Noah
and Dave.

Mariu and Noah were sufficiently close for Mariu to confide in him our
family relationship.  Noah thought it was really cool and ultimately
brought David and Jason around to meet us all.  After this a very firm
friendship developed between the six of us and we had many pleasant hours
together.  Noah and Mariu opened a vet clinic in partnership and seemed to
make more money than they ever dreamed of.  They weren't greedy, but they
were wealthy and content. So were Sorin and I. It also seems that Mariu is
striking up a solid relationship with Noah's brother, Jason. Mariu still
sleeps with Sorin and me, and I can't see this ever stopping. Jason is very
frequently with him.  They occasionally bring home a cute boy or two and
sometimes we have a nice quiet little orgy.  Life is great, and we are
content.  What more can you ask for?

The End?

I know Mariu makes only a brief appearance. But for some reason he loomed
large in my mind. This story has ended, but I am not sure if it will go
somewhere else. Hence the question mark.

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