Date: Sat, 28 Apr 2001 08:12:31 EDT
From: AmateurishWriter@aol.com
Subject: M.A.R.C. Ch. 4

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 Three:

He didn't answer but snuggled up close, pulling my arm tight around him and
gripping me with his other arm.  His leg slipped over my left leg and down
in between.  His hard boyhood was now pressed tight to my hip.

Marc gave a silly giggle and declared; "You have a big hairy tummy Uncle
John."

"I know my skinny young friend, I'm always trying to diet."  I sounded
defensive.

"Oh no, I like it.  Don't diet too much please."  He giggled again.

Then he ran his fingers through the graying hair on my chest and sighed
with happiness.  I kissed the top of his head and he shyly smiled up at me.
His groin pushed against me and his boner slid along my hip.  As he
continued he began to breath more deeply.  I moved my hand down to his side
and softly caressed him there.  After a while his hip movements increased
in tempo and his breath started to come in short gasps.  I kissed the top
of his head again and held my lips there.  He smelled so good, so much of
boy.  I was getting hot myself and noticed as my breath on the top of his
head became heavier, his humping got even more urgent.  He began to softly
moan an eerie moan that sounded like a question or plea.  He didn't try to
stifle them this time.  I caressed his side some more and his movements
began to get erratic.  I sensed his impending orgasm and moved my hand down
and cupped the sweet roundness of his bum.  He felt wonderful through his
shorts and as I let out my own low moan, Marc shuddered and reached a
second intense though dry summit.  He let out a short near shriek and froze
tight against me.  I think I felt his hardon throb.  He let out a final
long breath and eased his firm grip on my body.

I felt him relax and slowly go limp in my arms.  His breathing slowed and
became even.  I whispered, "I love you Marc."  But, there was no reply.  He
was asleep.  My last thoughts were of curiosity.  I wondered what he would
say in the morning.  Would he think it was a dream?


Chapter Four - Of Cats and Canaries

When I slowly climbed to the surface of consciousness I could smell the
warm summer air, moist with the smells of the sea.  I didn't open my eyes
at first but was aware that Marc was not lying with me or at least not
touching me.  I forced one eye open and saw him sitting on the edge of the
bed beside me looking out at the water.  His elbows were on his knees and
his chin in his hands.  He was thinking about last night, I could just
smell it.  I rolled onto my right side to reach out and put my hand on his
lower back.  I slid it up his spine.  Arching his back and stretching, not
unlike a cat, he turned and smiled at me, not unlike the cat that ate the
canary.

He lay back against my hip still looking out at the sea and whispered, "I'm
gay too ya' know.  I've known since I was eleven but never did anything
until last night.  It was okay wasn't it?  I mean, you liked it ... Me
... Ah ..."

"I'm very happy Marc and glad you found it so easy to trust me with your
needs last night.  I'm also pleased that you so quickly found it
comfortable enough here with me to be able to tell me of your being gay.
That was a very big decision."

"But, is it okay that I ... Er, we ... Oh shit!"  Tears began to brim in
his eyes.  "I'm probably too young and I can't even cu, cu ... Can't even
..."  He hiccoughed with big sobs.

"Oh Marc.  You're a sweetie.  You're just fine as you are."

It did no good.  I raised the covers and held out my arm.  He moved under
with me and I pulled him up on me as I rolled onto my back.  He lay on top
with his legs parted and on either side of mine.  He rested his head on my
chest and continued to sob.  Things were proceeding faster than I had
expected, not that I minded.  But, I needed him to know that I did indeed
like him just as he was.  I ran my hands up his bare back and ran my
fingers through his hair.  I kissed his forehead and whispered again that I
cared about him.  I explored his back and sides again as I moved my hands
toward his bum.  I softly felt his fullness there and held him tenderly.
My cock had become like rock and rested along side his.

"Marc, can you feel me next to you down there?  Could I be like that if I
didn't like you?  If you want me Marc, I want you.  I just want you to be
happy."  I gave his buns a loving little squeeze to emphasize each word of
my point.

"But, I'm your Godson.  I call you Uncle.  Isn't it wrong?  Oh, I'm so
confused."

"'Godson' and 'Uncle'?  They are just words, terms of respect Marc.  While
we're not really related, I was entrusted with you and your well-being.
And, well as unusual as some might think, I believe that our affection for
each other is very real and also, very natural.  I'm not surprised that you
feel confused.  Your life has been turned up-side-down over these last few
days.  But now you are here and I want nothing more than to help you to
feel at home, safe and secure.  Today we start by making the office into
Marc's room and fitting you out with clothes and some toys and other
things."

"But that will cost a lot.  How can I pay for all that?"  His financial
concern touched me.

"That is very mature of you Marc and I appreciate it very much."  I kissed
the top of his head again and gave his bum another affectionate squeeze I
felt his boner throb next to mine and he started to move slowly against me.
"There is insurance money.  A lot.  But that is for you, for college or
whatever.  Today I start being, among other things, a parent and taking
care of you."

"Can't I help though?  I'd like to."  He was so sincere.

"Marc, your insurance money is in trust until you are 18.  Doing this will
help me feel more like a parent to you.  It will give me pleasure."

"We're giving each other pleasure right now."  His voice was husky with sex
now.

I looked at the clock and was shocked to see that it was 8:30 a.m. and we
had a lot to do.  I said, "Oh my boy that feels so nice but we must get
up."  I whispered conspiratorially in his ear, "If you like, we'll finish
this later."

"Oooohhhh."  He pouted a bit but then gave in.  Oh okay.  But, I wont let
you forget." Marc looked shyly down at me, gave me a quick shy kiss on the
cheek and snuck in a wise-ass jab in the ribs.  Then he dashed towards the
door giggling gleefully.  "What's for breakfast?" he yelled as he ran into
the guest room.  "I could eat a horse!"

We both arrived down in the kitchen bright eyed and bushy tailed.  Ready to
go.  Marc came over and gave me a little hug.  "I'm glad you're my
Godfather Uncle John and I'm glad I'm here ... Well," he giggled, "maybe I
should wait until I see what's for breakfast."

"Why you little bugger" I laughed back and tossed the dish towel at him.
We rummaged through the frig and put together a nice but quick meal.

After we finished eating and piling the dishes in the sink, I grabbed my
long tape measure and we trooped up to the office.  We measured everything
and did a floor plan on my computer so we could take it to the furniture
store.  "Okay my boy, let's sit down with the phone book, make a list of
stores and start calling them."

Marc interrupted with, "I like the sound of that."

"What's that?" I asked.

"You said 'my boy', you called me your boy.  I like the sound of it.  It
kind of makes me feel ... I dunno, warm inside."

"Oh, I smiled back him.  I do too."  I gave him a squeeze.  "Let's get this
finished and then we'll go."

"Okay."

We ruled out the stores with too old and too young type furniture, we
discussed clothes and decided that the mall was the place to go.  The we
took off in my car to descended on the poor unsuspecting shops.  Marc
quickly showed me his tastes and helped us select the styles and colors of
things.  Double decker bunk beds that, when he was older, could be
converted to twin beds.  A dresser, desk, two night tables and things to
sit in and on in various places.  All stock items that could, with a
premium charge, be delivered today.  I was pleased to see that he liked
wood and the color blue.  We spent far less time in the toy store than I
had anticipated but he made up for it in the electronics store.  Modest
stereo with ear phones and a plug-in portable CD player, the voice
activated lighting control and of course a basic computer system.  We again
arranged for delivery in the afternoon and moved on.

"Uncle John" Marc asked hesitantly, "can you leave me to get clothes on my
own?  I really want to try to do it myself.  I will make sure that
everything is returnable if you really have a problem but I want to go by
myself.  Please?  Huh?  Please?"

"Oh okay," I moaned with a certain amount of disappointment.  "I'll just go
sit in the fountain area and wait all by myself," I half teased and half
sulked.  I had looked forward to watching him try things on.  As if by
telepathy Marc came back with his promise to put on a fashion show after
supper.

After an hour or so, Marc returned with three huge shopping bags dragging
on the ground and a slightly worn credit card.  He teased.  "Oh John.  I'm
so embarrassed.  The card went over it's limit."

"Oh?"  I fell for it hook, line and sinker.  "Like it's the cards fault?"

He continued.  "I will have to come back after you've paid the bill so I
can get the rest of what I need."

When I looked shocked he dissolved into fits of laughter.

"Why you ...!"  I said with mock threat.

He just continued to giggle.  Then he hugged me and said through his still
wide grin, "Thanks Uncle John.  This has been a blast."  I chuckled at his
using one of my old time terms.

Actually, I was rather shocked at what I had just spent on him and decided
to put in an expense report to the consortium.  Not that I couldn't afford
it but mainly just to see what their reaction would be.

It was nearly 12:30 p.m. and the furniture deliveries were due at 1 p.m..
So, we decided to grab burgers to go at MacD's and hightailed it for the
house.  We were unloading the car when the truck arrived.  Marc ran out to
meet them but turned to look back just as I was peering into a bag.

"Hey you!" he yelled at me and I looked up guiltily.  "Yeah you.  The
snoop.  Keep your nose out of there or no show later!"  I jumped as if
burned and he laughed as I skulked, muttering something about uppity kids,
into the kitchen where I broke out into a broad grin and laughed.

The delivery guys did all the work at Marc's skilled direction.  He was
very good at it, being very polite but assertive, never talking down to
them and by the time they left with a nice tip that he insisted on, they
were all on a first name basis.

The boss guy walked over to us standing in the driveway and said to
me. "You're a lucky man.  You have a very nice son there."  He shook my
hand and patted Marc on the shoulder.

I blushed and looked down at Marc who was blushing too.  As they drove away
I said, "That was nice of him but the credit is due your parents.  I hope
it didn't hurt when he called you my son."

Marc smiled at me and said, "No, it didn't, I liked it."  He looked very
happy.

However, we had our work cut out for us.  While, for the most part, the men
had unwrapped everything, assembly was our job and we tackled it with great
enthusiasm.  It was a fantastic afternoon but a lot of hard sweaty work.
We moved all the office stuff, some into my room and some down into the
living room.  After that we cleaned and it was embarrassing to see how much
dust had collected.  Then we fit everything in just as we had planned using
our drawing.  Everything was in place and we stood there, me with my arm on
Marc's shoulders and he with his arm around my waist and admired our handy
work.

"Phew, I'm filthy!" I declared.  "How about a swim?"

"Cool," Marc exclaimed. "I get to model one of my new bathing suits!"  Off
he ran to change and so did I.

Next: Chapter Five - Calvin and Tommy, make my model an offer!