Date: Fri, 25 May 2001 16:50:52 EDT
From: AmateurishWriter@aol.com
Subject: M.A.R.C. Ch. 8

M.A.R.C.

Warning: The following story is a work of fiction.  It is a fantasy.  It
never happened, except in the author's imagination.  This story may contain
sex between teenage boys, a man and a teenage boy or multiple male teens.
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Near the end of Chapter Seven:

... He told me how excited it made him to watch my face as he gave me
pleasure.  He grew quiet for a few moments and then, very gently he shifted
position and his head disappeared under the covers.  He paused to rest his
lips on my stomach and lick my belly button.  I said breathlessly, "Marc,
you don't have to ..."

He cut me off, "I know but I want to.  This is one of the things I've
dreamed about doing for a long time.  Besides, I love you and I want to
make you feel as good as you made me feel."

Just then his head moved and I felt the tip of his tongue lick the end of
my hardon.  He stopped, savoring the taste.  "Ummm."  was all I heard and
then he kissed the end and I felt his tongue on it again.  Then he opened
up and took me in.  His mouth was so warm and wet on me and I was so
excited that I knew I wouldn't last but a few more moments.  He was coming
at it from a near 69 position.  When I reached up and started to feel his
buns he reached under me and grabbed mine with one hand and started
fingering my hole with the other.  Then he surprised me.  In his
inexperience he pulled me deep in his throat but my surprise was that he
didn't choke.  Instead he made swallowing actions and the exquisite
feelings it generated in me brought me to the edge.

"Marc!  I'm gonna cum Marc.  Pull off."  He didn't stop.  "Oh Marc!  I'm
gonna ... aarrrggghhh!!!  Oooohhhhhh."  I arched my back and erupted down
his throat and his swallowing action was the only thing that saved him from
almost drowning.  It was like it came naturally to him.  I flopped back on
the pillow and he slowed his sucking and stopped.

He kissed the tip of my wilting cock and resurfaced above the covers with a
very happy and satisfied expression on his face.  He kissed me deeply and
said, "I loved doing that and I love you."

We cuddled again and lay there quietly listening to the lapping of the
water on the hull.  It was so peaceful.  Sleep soon over came us.


Chapter 8 - Sexual Overdrive and Man overboard!

I have always slept well on the boat when in a known snug harbor and last
night was no exception.  Although, the warmth and love of Marc definitely
contributed.  I lay there with him snuggled up to my back listening to his
soft breathing.  He was a treasure.  But, if I didn't pee soon ... Well,
you've heard this before.  I moved as carefully as I could so as not to
wake him and slid up out of the sleeping bag.  Then I had to climb over him
to get off the bunk.  Once standing I realized that the weather had
deteriorated faster than the weather service had predicted.  We were to
have seen increasing winds later today and rain coming in tonight.  It
appeared that the wind was starting already and it was only 5am.  I also
noticed that it was quite chilly standing here naked.  I went to the head
to relieve myself.  When I came out Marc was sitting on the bunk holding
the bag around him with his teeth chattering.

"Did I wake you Marc?"

"That's okay, I gotta pee bad anyhow.  I hope it's too early to get up.
I'm freezing."

I suggested to him, "Go pee and I'll get another blanket and we'll get warm
again quick.  We have to leave as soon as it's light as the weather is
coming in faster than I thought."  I pulled out another blanket and
straightened things out.  Marc came out of the head on the run and
practically dove into the bag with me giggling.

"Brrr, I thought it was summer?" he complained.

I explained that "It gets colder at night offshore in these islands."  I
had backed up against the bulkhead and pulled him into my arms rubbing him
all over trying to warm him.

He looked at me with a concerned look, "I'm a little frightened Uncle John.
The wind sounds very strong."

I tried to calm his fears, "We'll be fine Marc.  It's a short sail and the
wind is not against us.  It's just a bit strong.  Or we can motor if you
like."  He seemed to calm down and snuggled back against me.

The two of us had been in sexual overdrive over the last three nights and I
was beginning to think I was a sex maniac.  Now here I was snuggled up
behind someone I had come to love very much and found incredibly sexy.  My
cock got hard against his bottom and he certainly knew it.

"John, I'm not sleepy.  Are you?" he asked.

"No, I'm not either."  I was still concerned for him.  "Are you warm enough
and do you feel better about the trip home?"

"Yeah, I was acting like a kid, I'm sorry."

"No Marc, there's nothing wrong with being cautious, especially at sea.
The sea can be very unforgiving."  As I spoke to reassure him I also
stroked his arm, side, chest and finally his tummy.  It just felt so
natural to do it and I loved him so much.  I didn't want him to ever be
cold or afraid.  He responded to my caresses with movement against me and
before I realized it my hand had slipped down over his erection.  I nuzzled
his neck and kissed his ear.  He reached back and lifted his cheek so my
boner moved down further into his crack.  I slowly slid his foreskin back
and forth.  We moved very slowly and the sensations grew at a barely
noticeable rate.

After another few minutes he reached back again lifting his cheek and
moving his butt around.  The head of my cock nestled up against his anus.
I wasn't at all surprised that he knew about anal intercourse but I was
surprised to see him being quite so direct.  It was very difficult to
restrain myself.  I wanted him more than anything right then.

He moved and wriggled creating delicious sensations on the head of my cock.
Mt pre-cum got spread around and it was very slippery and hot.  I loved him
so much more and this showed me how much he loved and wanted me.  It was
all I could do to keep from trying to enter him.  But I did and holding him
tight, I spoke from my heart, "Marc, I love you more than I can say.  I
want this to be a part of our expression of our love together and I can't
think of any more romantic circumstances.  But, I don't know why, it just
feels as though it is too soon."

He suddenly rolled away from me.

"Marc, I'm sorry.  It is a major step in our relationship and I must be
sure that you, I, that we, are ready for it.  Besides, we don't have a lot
of time.  If and when we do make love to each other I want us to have the
time to enjoy it to its fullest.  Please don't be too disappointed."

He gave a deep sad sigh.

"Please don't be mad at me Marc."  He didn't answer.  "It's getting light
out and we have to go soon.  All I want to do is get you home safely.  I
could never live with myself if anything ever happened to you.  Not just
because I would have failed your Mom and Dad but because I would have
failed you."  He still didn't answer and I lay there wanting to hold and
comfort him, feeling the warmth of his body but he kept his distance.

I leaned to him and kissed the back of his head, "I'm going to get up and
make us some hot chocolate.  The sooner we get a move on the sooner we can
get home."

I dressed quickly and warmly, laying out stuff for Marc to use that was
warmer than his other clothes.  They would be awkward to wear but I was
going to motor home and he could just sit in the cockpit where it was safe.
When the hot chocolate was ready he got up and dressed.  He had two big
mugs full and moved to the cockpit as I got us underway.  When we cleared
the harbor and got into the seaway the boat rolled a fair amount and I
cautioned Marc to stay put.  It was to be a two hour trip, slower than
sailing but motoring made it easier to handle the boat alone.

I put the steering on auto pilot and went below to get binoculars to look
for buoys that I had to round.  I was gone no more than 20 seconds and came
back to find Marc had gone forward.  "Marc!"  I shouted.  "Come back.  It's
not safe!"

He yelled back, "I'm not afraid!  I can take care of myself you know!"
There was a touch of anger in his voice.

The boat pitched and he lurched, fortunately towards the center of the
boat.  "Hold on Marc!  I'll come get you!"

I started forward when he yelled again, "Don't bother yourself."  Just as
he said it the boat lurched the other way and he was thrown over the side.

It all happened in seconds but seemed to be in slow motion as I watched the
look of terror slowly appear on his face as he went over.  It froze my
heart.  I turned on my heels and shoved the gear into neutral so the prop
wouldn't get him.  Then I heaved over the life ring.  It wasn't close
enough but he saw it and started to swim to it.  I turned the boat upwind
and started back to him never taking my eyes off of his head in the water.
This had only happened to me once before and that time I had adamantly said
that once was enough.  That time and this, I did it by the book.  Thank God
we were under power and not sailing like the first time.  A rescue under
sail is far more difficult and takes much longer.

As the boat came upwind of him I reversed us to a stop and then took the
motor out of gear again.  Then I lay down on the leeward side as the boat
drifted down to him.  I shouted out loud, "Good thing you aren't a football
player!"  He seemed as light as a feather as I grabbed him by the left arm
and pulled him up in one motion.

I hugged him to me and said softly, "Dear God Marc.  My heart is in my
mouth.  I was so afraid that I'd lost you."  I was sobbing.  "I'm so sorry
I brought you out here and you got frightened about getting back and now
look what I've done.  I hope you can forgive me."

I got him into the cockpit and the boat back on auto pilot and the course
for home.  Then I took him below and stripped him to the skin.  I dried him
quickly and wrapped him in the blanket and the sleeping bag and gave him
some more hot chocolate.  Tears were running down my face the whole time.
He kept looking at me with a blank stare, as if he was in shock.

I went back up and took the tiller.  My mind was racing.  I was so
confused.  I wasn't even sure what had happened from that moment I rejected
his ... Oh my God.  I rejected him.  His parents had died, left him, maybe
in his eyes rejected him?  Who knows what went through his mind, maybe he
wasn't even sure.  But, what I did know for sure was that I loved him more
than life itself and maybe I had failed him just when he needed that love
the most.  Throughout that whole train of thought it never occurred to me
that Marc was just an android and not a real live boy.

We rounded the last buoy and entered our harbor.  I had checked Marc every
few minutes and he had been sound asleep since he finished his hot
chocolate.  I stuck my head down the hatch and called, "Marc?  You awake
Marc?  We're five minutes from the dock.  Then I'll get you up to the house
and into a hot bath."

Thank goodness for well designed facilities.  The way things were set up at
the dock, it was very easy for me to get the 30 foot 10,000 pound boat tied
up by myself.  When that was done I went below and lifted Marc up and
carried him off the boat and up the ramp.  He still didn't speak.  As I
started up the lawn my neighbor came running down to help.

"What Happened?  Is he injured?  Can I help?"

"Thanks Ralph" I said, "but he's not hurt.  He just got drenched a couple
times by waves over the rail but he's fine.  Just a little cold.  Oh, by
the way, this is my Godson Marc.  Marc, this is Mr. Marsh, our neighbor."

Ralph ruffled Marc's hair and said, "Guess you'll remember this visit wont
ya' son."

I whispered even though Marc could hear, "his parents were ... Ah, there
was a fire ... Well, Marc has come to live with me."

Ralph looked stricken, "oh, I'm sorry about your parents young man.  But,
you've got a good choice of a Godfather here."

I was embarrassed but appreciated the vote of confidence and hoped that it
held some weight with Marc.  I sensed a difficult afternoon ahead.

We reached the door and Ralph unlocked it for me and then said good-bye.
"A good hot bath'll fix ya' right up young fella.  Take it from a guy whose
been soaked more than once on John's boat.  I even fell off once, can ya'
imagine that?  You take care now, both of ya'."

I carried Marc in and right up to his bathroom.  I put him down on the edge
of the tub and turned on the faucet.  "I can do it" came a very weak voice
from Marc.

"Okay but you call me if you need me.  I'll make your bed and you climb in
and get warm.  Then I'll bring you a sandwich and some hot soup."

I came back about 20 minutes later and found both the tub and his bed
empty.  I walked to the connecting doorway to my room and saw Marc curled
up in a blanket on my bed.  I went over to the night table and set the tray
of soup down then I sat on the edge of the bed.  I felt his forehead for
signs of a chill or fever but he seemed fine.

"Marc ..." I started but he interrupted.

"Thank you for not telling him about how I got wet."

"You're welcome Marc.  I ..."

"No."  He interrupted again, "You're wrong you know."

"Huh?"

"About letting my Mom and Dad and me down.  I love you Uncle John but can
we talk later?  I'm so sleepy."

I got up, "Okay my boy."  He smiled weakly and closed his eyes.  "I'll keep
your soup warm down stairs.  You come down when you feel up to it.  I love
you too."  I leaned down and kissed his cute nose.  He weakly smiled again.


		   * * * * * * Dear Readers * * * * * *

First, I want to thank you all for your kind, supportive, enthusiastic and
constructive words, they are very much appreciated.

Second, M.A.R.C. is in no way related (No pun intended.) to a certain movie
character or characters of a similar age or construction and/or soon to be
released sci-fi movie.  Any and all similarities are purely (not to mention
amazingly) coincidental.

But, on to the main reason for this little note in place of the usual title
for the next chapter; In the next few chapters (I try to write a few
chapters ahead of posting) things in general and young Marc in particular,
did not go quite in the direction that I am comfortable and satisfied with.
I think, perhaps, that adolescent lusts overloaded his positronic matrix
... or some such post Star Trek-TNG Data technobabble.  Anyhow, I'm going
into rewrites.  I'm going to try to add more just plain boy stuff.  Sailing
lessons at the snooty club, getting dumped over the side of John's boat had
something to do with that.  Maybe Marc should make a friend or two in the
neighborhood too.  No, not the lecherously leering launch lad (if you'll
pardon the alliteration) but you can bet that he'll be back too.  Golf
lessons were already on the schedule and will start soon.  Getting
registered for school.  Oh, and maybe a little bit more of that nosy
neighbor, Ralph Marsh.  We'll meet Ginny Marsh, Ralph's wife, who, despite
her Grandmotherly ways, may prove to be a bit of a busy body as well.  We
shall see.  Anyhow, please be patient as we go on this hopefully short
hiatus.

In the meantime, watch for "Shipwrecked" and maybe some shorter stories
coming this summer to a Nifty location near you.