Date: Sun, 17 Nov 2013 10:41:13 -0800 (PST) From: John Subject: M.A.R.C. Ch. 24 M.A.R.C. Warning: The following story is a work of fiction. It never happened, except in the author's imagination. This story contains graphic sex between a teenage boy and an adult man. However, the author does not encourage or condone sex between adults and little children. If you are underage, or this is illegal where you are, you already know what you're supposed to do. Delete this file and find something else to wank off to. If this kind of story turns you off, delete this file and find something else to read. If you're looking for a story that has someone having sex in every other sentence, this one is not it ... well actually, this one pretty much is, I guess. LOL Copyright AmateurishWriter 2013 - The author retains the copyright for this story. Reproducing and/or placing this story on a commercial web site or in print without the authors permission is a violation of that copyright. The use of any character in this story, or any facsimile thereof, is strictly forbidden and a violation of the copyright. Comments to AmateurishWriter@yahoo.com, pro and con and of a constructive nature, will be gratefully received and acknowledged, if possible. Flamers will be ignored. *********************** Please consider helping Nifty with a secure contribution. The Nifty Archive Alliance has been determined to be a 501(c)3 tax-exempt organization by the U.S. Internal Revenue Service. All contributions are tax deductible to the full extent allowed by lay - no tangible goods or services are received in exchange for your donation. *********************** * * * * * * Dear Readers * * * * * * Well, it has been over eleven years since the last chapter of M.A.R.C. and this chapter is submitted only after a couple of old friends have repeatedly asked if the story was ever going to continue. It's very gratifying to know that they have enjoyed these humble and amateurish efforts. It is only hoped that all that has transpired so far in the story can be remembered by me, your humble writer, and that justice can be done to past chapters in light the many compliments of friends and other readers. A lot has happened in this world since May of 2002, unfortunately, not much of it good. Wars, huge natural and economic disasters, two rogue nations and a number of cells of religious fanatics who threaten world peace, and a weak and inept American government, not to mention America's downward slide toward socialism, which history has shown, never works. However, it is hoped that these efforts here will serve as a small distraction from the trials faced by all of us in real life. As those of you who are, or were and hopefully will be again, Marc's faithful readers may remember, M.A.R.C. originally stood for: Multi-modal Adolescent Research Companion. As the story evolved, Marc's two modes merged and He became aware of what and who he was. Therefore, the acronym M.A.R.C. was changed and became: Male Adolescent Recreational Companion. In a future chapter (hopefully), "the consortium" is going to announce to the world that it has successfully designed and built the first fully functional artificial life forms or androids, both male and female. Therefore, it was previously thought that they'd have to come up with another acronym, like M.A.R.C., to describe these beings as a group or new species. A daunting task. You may recall that, at the start of Chapter 21, it was thought that it might be fun to ask you, as the readers of M.A.R.C., for your ideas. Disappointingly, responses were few. However, the task has been re-thought and it's been decided that it should be a term that works for both male and female artificial life forms or androids. The description of humans in Latin is "homo sapiens" or "wise man." Two ideas were "humanoid artificial life" or "HAL," and "artificial life form" or "Alf," both of which have been used and might infringe of someone else's copyright! Therefore, this description has been chosen; Homo Sapiens Artificiosus, (or HSA for short) which is Latin for "artificial wise man," but the term "android" will likely continue to be used as it's less cumbersome. But for now, let's get back to Marc's story. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Near the end of Chapter Twenty-three: As I walked down the dock, it being low tide, I could look down on the boat. The portholes are quite large and I glanced in to see if the boys were there. To my surprise, I saw them standing there with their bathing suits about their ankles. They were standing close, each facing the other and gentling masturbating one another. Their heads were bowed side by side almost resting on the other's shoulder. They each were studying the others penis and concentrating on their obviously pleasurable task. It was both extremely erotic to me and sweetly innocent. I was hard in an instant and had to readjust my clothes to hide it as best I could. As much as I hated to spoil their fun, I had to send Jeffrey home as promised so I called out to warn them of my arrival. "Ahoy maties! Is everything ship shape?" I paused to give them a moment before I climbed down to the boat. "Hi dad ... er, Uncle John!" I'd clearly unnerved Marc a tad. "We're just changing!" As I stepped on deck a very beet red faced young android boy stuck his head out of the hatch. "My my Marc. Looks like you got a bit too much sun." The two of them acted sheepishly while we closed up the boat but I let it slide. As we walked up the lawn I put my arms over the shoulders of both boys and told them that I was very proud of how they sailed and cleaned up afterwards. Then, as promised, I sent Jeffrey home but added a soft pat to his cute backside. He gave me a shy smile and thanked us both for a nice time. Once inside, I gathered my sweet Marc into my arms and kissed him. "I love you son but we have to have a little chat." Part Two - Life goes on Chapter Twenty-four - Private chats and video conferences "Come into the living room Marc." As I walked past, I grabbed a cold beer from the fridge and a soda for Marc. "Uh oh, this sounds serious." He looked a little nervous. "Nah. Not terribly serious but it is important." I took a seat in one of the two wing chairs on either side of the fireplace and pointed to the other. Marc headed for the chair but never took his eyes off me. Being what he was, he was very respectful when we were alone and the conversation was serious. Almost too much so. I sort of missed the sometimes bored kid attitude towards serious talks ... but not a whole lot. As he sat, another flicker of nervousness crossed his face. I was glad to see it. Maybe he guessed the coming subject. He looked at me expectantly and then looked down at the soda can in his hands. "Marc?" I began with a sigh. "I owe you an apology." He didn't move a muscle at first. Just his eyes turned up to look at me. "Huh?" "Yes." I sighed again. I wanted him to know that I was actually embarrassed at having seen what I'd seen and how I'd seen it. "When I came down to the dock just now to get you boys ... well, it wasn't my intention to but ... ah, what I'm trying to say is that I'm sorry but I saw you and Jeffrey together in a private moment." His head jerked up and he looked straight at me. "You ..." "However! ..." I cut him off. "I'm glad that I did, as it is something that we have to discuss. Before we do though, it's important that you know that I wasn't spying." There was a moment of silence as Marc actually turned a deeper red than I thought possible. It wasn't at all clear if he was angry or embarrassed or both. To my surprise, it was neither. "I'm very ashamed Uncle John." He was looking at the floor again and he continued, nearly in a whisper. "I'm sorry. I've let you down. You love me, we love each other, and I did something with someone else." I shook my head. "No, no Marc. I appreciate your feeling that way. But, it's me. I let you down. I should have talked with you about this earlier but there just hasn't been time and, honestly, I didn't even think about it all that much until just now." He was still looking at the floor and rolling the soda can nervously back and forth between his hands. "It was wrong of me Uncle John." This time I chuckled and he looked up at me a little suspiciously. "You and Jeffrey were just being normal curious boys Marc. The curiosity is natural and I understand, but that's not what we need to talk about." A confused expression crossed his face. "It's not?" "No Marc. What we need to talk about is our security, our safety." I hesitated trying to figure out how to say this without sounding like I was only worried for myself. "Safety?" Now his look of confusion was replaced by one of concentration and thought. Then he quickly looked up at me. "Oh, you are worried about us. You and I. Our doing stuff." I smiled that he figured it out on his own. "Yes sweetie but do you understand all the reasons?" He looked thoughtful again. "Well, there's the embarrassment but that's no big thing. Then there's the law but I'm not a ... a human so the law doesn't apply ... right? Then there's the project, the consortium." I was proud of him. "Good for you Marc. I think that pretty much covers it. However, it is a bit more complicated and, we must also think of Jeffery too." "I'm really sorry Uncle John. I do love you and I wont do it again. Can you forgive me?" His eyes began to tear up. I reached across the distance between us and patted his knee. "Marc, of course I forgive you. What you and Jeffrey were doing boys have been doing since the beginning of time. Like I said before, it's natural to try things, to explore." He looked a little relieved and less embarrassed. "Thanks and I promise I wont do it again." "Well, I wont hold you to that promise but first, I need to be sure we are on the same page on some things." "Okay." "First, you can never tall anyone about the depth of our love. I mean, you can admit that we hug and kiss like father and son, or uncle and nephew, and that we might be a little bit more affectionate than most, but that's it." "Sure, I know that. And that's easy." "Second, if anyone teases, says stuff, speculates about me or us, you have to treat it as a joke. Laugh it off. If you get mad they're going to think they're right. You know what I mean?" "Yeah, I think so. Kids seem to tease like that a lot. Too much if you ask me." He paused to think a second. "Uncle John, why do they do that?" "Well, I guess it's kind of like bullying. They do it to impress other kids and themselves, to make themselves feel stronger, more in control." "That's really sad because I don't think they really fool anyone for long ... except maybe themselves." "No, in the long run they sure don't." I sighed before continuing, thinking of how sad bullies really are. "You must also think of Jeffery. If he ever tells anyone about you two doing things, it could come back to hurt him, you and us." Marc shook his head. "I can see how things could get out of hand but I'm not sure what I'll say if Jeffery wants to try more." "Well, you'll have to cross that bridge when you come to it." "I'll have to think about it," he sighed as he looked down at the unopened soda that was growing warm in his hands. "Now, I know you know this but I have to say it just to be sure." "What's that?" "That you can never tall anyone what ... no, not what but, who you are or anything about the consortium." "Yes, I do know that too." I chuckled. "C'mere sweetie." He gave me a cute little, not quite innocent, smile and walked over to stand between my knees. I placed my right hand on his his hip and slipped it around and over his left butt cheek, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Mmmmmm," he gave a gentle sigh. Looking up at him as he stood there, I said, "You know, I keep forgetting that your not just a 13 year old boy. You're more than that and I really do know that you would never talk with anyone about who you are or about the consortium." He smiled again and settled down on my knee, sliding his arm around my shoulders and giving me a little kiss on my cheek. "I guess what I was really doing was reminding myself," I sighed. "I know you're smart and I love you for it." "And I thought you loved me just for my cute butt," he teased. I slid my left hand up the inside of his thigh, finding that he was aroused and laughed. "Well, there's that and you also have this very lovable and useful handle too." He giggled and ran his hand over the very firm bulge in my own pants. "I love your handle too Uncle John." I giggled back and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Seriously Marc, if Jeffery asks you to fool around, I don't mind. Really. Just be careful and think about his and our safety." "Okay, I wont say unless he suggests it. Besides, I'd rather fool around with you." He added a gentle squeeze of my hardon to emphasize his point. I reached up to his chin, gently turned him to face me and gave him a soft kiss on the mouth. "As much as I'd like to fool around right now sweetheart, remember, we have a video conference tomorrow to prepare for. Next: Chapter Twenty-five - Video Conference *********************** Editor's Note: Marc has asked me to pass this on; He knows that there are other stories out there that are allegedly about him but, they are just presumptuous imaginings by those who wish to capitalize on the uniqueness of Marc's existence and life story. None of those stories are true because after Marc lost John he has had to remain in more strict hiding behind his human appearance which, as I'm sure all of you can imagine, has been with extreme difficulty but well within his capabilities