Date: Thu, 10 May 2001 22:21:24 EDT
From: AmateurishWriter@aol.com
Subject: M.A.R.C. Ch. 6

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.
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.  If this kind of story turns you off, delete this file and
find something else.  If you're looking for a story that has someone having
sex in every other sentence, this one is not it.

The author retains the copyright for this story.  Placing this story on a
commercial web site without the authors permission is a violation of that
copyright.

Comments to AmateurishWriter@aol.com, pro and con and of a constructive
nature, will be gratefully received and acknowledged, if possible.  Flamers
will be ignored.


Near the end of Chapter Five:

Well, there's nothing like a good mutual orgasm to break the ice, I
thought.  But I said, "Let me catch my breath young man."  I giggled and
said, "I need to change too."  I rolled out of the bed trying to avoid
getting cum on the sheets and went for a towel.  Having dried off I went to
the dresser to get another pair of shorts when I heard a tiny voice sort of
half whisper, "why mess up another pair."  I thought to myself; that's what
I like, a practical kid.  I dropped them back in the drawer and walked back
over to the bed naked and could feel Marc's eyes on me.  He lifted the
sheets for me and I settled in on my back.


Chapter Six - Shorts Cumings

Marc snuggled up beside me and kissed my cheek.  "That was amazing," he
enthused.  "When can we do it again?"

I sighed, "don't be disappointed but I do need a little time."

"That's okay John, I can wait."  "Did you ... um ... you know ... ah, did
you make a lot?"  He asked shyly.

I played dumb, "huh?"

"You know.  How much comes out?  I wish I could make some."

I gently reassured him, "I think you will any time now.  You are old enough
but every boy is different.  You know, on a different schedule."  He seemed
a little more comfortable talking about it but I was trying very hard not
to rush him.  I wanted him to do things at his own pace.

"Did you like it." He asked more boldly.  "I mean, with me?"

"Oh yes, very much."

He leaned up on his elbow and said excitedly, "Let's do it again!"

I laughed and tried to explain the difference between dry and wet orgasms.
Boys who have dry ones can have them a number of times in a row.

Marc interrupted with a snicker, "I know." Then he giggled shyly.

I went on to say how wet ones tire the person out more and as people get
older they take longer to recharge, so-to-speak.

He giggled again, "If I'm your boy then your my old man."  He patted me on
the shoulder, "you rest now old man."

Surprisingly, that term of endearment, 'old man', made me feel very loved.
However, I yawned and said, "Actually, I think it's time we got some
sleep." And I rolled onto my right side.

I got no argument from Marc as he quickly snuggled up tight to me and I
could feel his hard boyhood along the crevice of my ass.  Since I was naked
I reached down and lifted my cheek so his boner would fit down more in the
crack.  I could feel his silky briefs against me as he made a reflexive
thrust from the increased pleasure my adjustment caused.  Marc began to
softly caress my chest and whispered, "you feel so good ... On both the
front and the back."

I let myself slowly drift as Marc's soft hand explored down my stomach.  I
wondered if he dared yet to venture to the ultimate goal I knew he sought.
It was his when he wanted it bad enough but, as I said, I wasn't going to
rush him.  Android or not.

As his hand continued its caressing his movements against me increased in
urgency.  His very stiff cock was sliding deliciously along my crack and if
it weren't for his briefs I'm sure it would have found an even more
pleasurable place.  His hand kept coming to my waist and going no further.
Then suddenly Marc lifted his leg over mine and gripped me with it to press
his hips tight against my bum.  He slid his arm tight around my middle and
I felt him tremble and his boner throb in my bum.  His sharp hot breath
came in gasps on my back.  He was having another dry cum.  As he slowly
relaxed I felt his grip on me loosen and his breathing even out and become
quiet.  He was asleep.  I smiled with a warm feeling in my chest.  Sleep
came to me as well and I dreamed of Marc and I sailing out on the bay.

This time it was my turn to wake up first.  It was still very dark outside,
maybe 2:30 or 3 a.m..  In my sleep, I had rolled over onto my left side
facing Marc and he was on his back a few inches away.  I lay there looking
at him through the darkness and my heart was filled with love.  He was so
sweet.  I placed my hand on his arm.  He mumbled and rolled onto his left
side too and pushed back into my lap.  With my arms around him he fidgeted
and snuggled until he was satisfied that everything was in the right place.
As we lay there my cock lengthened along the crack of his silky briefs clad
bum and swelled into full hardness.  He wiggled it into the spot that he
wanted and he cooed, "Ummm, feels nice there."

Filled with the warmth of his body, I started to drift into a peaceful
sleep again but he kept bringing me back up to consciousness by squeezing
his buns on my hardon.  Each time my arousal became stronger and sleep
found it a little harder to win out.  The third time he squeezed and then
rolled around to face me.  He snuggled up so his face was in front of mine
and he looked me in the eye as he pressed his boner softly against my lower
stomach.  Then he moved forward and kissed me on the lips.  Softly and
shyly at first and then with a bit more urgency.  Our arms wound around
each other as the kiss lengthened.  He slightly opened his mouth and
tentatively explored my lips with his tongue.  I replied in kind and tasted
him for the first time.  He was sweet, just like I thought.

I pulled back and whispered, "sweet, just like I knew you'd taste."

"Ummm," he groaned as he put his lips on mine again.

Our passion swelled as we grew more bold with our tongues and I knew that I
would cum again soon.  Sometimes I like to be a bit devilish and do
something different and unexpected.  So, I slid my hand down to his leg and
up in his crotch to touch the elastic hem on the leg of his briefs.  I felt
him tremble as I touched him down there and suggested, "move down slowly so
... Er, you know ...  So we line up down there."

He breathed out deeply, "ooh yeeaah." and started to edge his way down.  As
he did so I inserted the head of my cock under the hem of his shorts so it
slipped up slowly past his balls and along side his boner as he moved down.
It was so warm and soft in there and so incredibly sexy that I shuddered
and nearly came.  "Ooh Gaauuwdd," he moaned. "Thas-sooo-hooootttt."

Once we were positioned and comfortable with our arms and legs entwined I
was so hot that I could hardly speak when I asked, "ready?"

He could barely answer, "yeaahhss."  He whispered so weakly that I could
just hear; "Please cum there.  Thaass would be so hot."  I answered by
sliding my hand inside the back of his briefs and cupping and squeezing his
warm firm buns.  Then I made a gently thrust and we both gasped
involuntarily in pleasure.

Before I could even start he began to tremble and gasp in a dry cum.  I
waited for him to calm down for if I had started then I would have cum in
seconds.  I wanted this to be more memorable than that.

"Oh Uncle John.  I never knew it would be like this."

"Hold on my boy.  It only gets better."

He moaned, "I think I will go crazy."

I nuzzled the top of his head and slipped my bone down and then back up the
length of his and we both moaned.  I did it again and he anticipated me and
moved in unison.  The pleasure soared and we tightened our arms and legs
about each other.  I whispered my love and he whispered his back.  I could
feel every inch of his cock with mine and his briefs held us so softly as
we moved.  We moved together for a few minutes softly caressing each other
when we weren't holding tight.  Soon I felt that the crescendo was not far
off for us both and quickened my movements and held his ass.  He matched me
and we rode over the edge together.

The moment I felt his cheek clench and his boner twitch I lost control and
pressed for all I was worth against him.  He responded in kind and we held
on for dear life as we vibrated with our mutual orgasms.  I shot at least
five huge surges of hot cum all over his cock and felt the delicious heat
and wetness.

When he calmed down enough to speak all he could get out was, "Hot, oh so
hot."  In a few minutes he was able to add; I loved it when you came all
over me down there.  Oh God, it's so warm and wet.  Oh Uncle John, I just
love you so much."

We lay in each others arms and eventually my cock got soft and slipped out
of his briefs.  I had been stroking his hair and he had been rubbing my
back softly.

"Awh, he's gone."  Marc said with a little silly though satisfied smiled.
"Maybe I should get cleaned up and change ... oh!"

"What?" I said concerned.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean I was dirty or that I didn't like ..."

I gently interrupted, "Marc, it's okay.  It's only natural.  I'm not
offended.  Let me suggest a warm washcloth."

"Will you help?" he asked with not just a little excitement.

"Sure, I'll wash you."

"Mmmm, sounds like fun."

I went into the bathroom and turned on the faucet. Then I noticed that Marc
was still standing shyly out in the bedroom.  I put the lid down on the
toilet and sat on it.  I waved to him, "Come here my young Adonis."

He walked in tentatively, "Adonis?  What's an adonis?  You've called me
that before."

I pulled him in front of me and kissed his stomach. "I will explain when
we're back in bed."  There was a large wet spot on the front of his
beautiful new blue briefs and some cum was on his thigh from where my cock
had slipped out.  Otherwise, his pants had held it all neatly inside.  I
placed my hands on his hips and asked; "May I?" indicating my intention of
slipping his briefs off.

He looked nervous.  "I guess you are a bit nervous.  That's okay we can
..."

He interrupted, "No! No, I want you to.  It's just that no one ... well,
yeah I'm nervous but I still want you to.  Please?"

I smiled reassuringly and slipped my thumbs in gripping both sides and slid
his briefs carefully down.  His penis came into view and glistened with the
wetness of my cum.  A little tuft of nearly white blond hair, just above,
was matted with cum.  His hairless balls were covered as well.  As I looked
at him he shifted from one foot to the other and his penis started to rise.
He giggled nervously.  Watching caused me to get hard as well and in a
moment we were both at full staff.  My mouth watered as I saw the helmet of
his cock peek out of his foreskin.  I could not wait to explore there with
my tongue.  But, reluctantly, I controlled myself.

"Looks like they have the same affect on each other."  I chuckled.

He smiled and agreed, "Yeah, I think they like each other ... A lot."  He
stepped out of his briefs and I tossed them in the laundry hamper.  With a
yawn he said, "I'll get another pair.  What color would you like?"

"I was hoping you wouldn't."  I hoped I didn't sound too eager but I was.

"Wouldn't?  Oh.  Oh yeah!  I was hoping I wouldn't either."  He giggled.
"I guess maybe we should return the others tomorrow after all."

I thought out loud, "Maybe not, they are very sexy.  We'll see."  I grabbed
a wash cloth and wet it with warm water.  Then I gently and lovingly washed
him.  He continued to fidget and act embarrassed but clearly loved the
attention not to mention the feelings.  I was in heaven.  "Now, let's dry
you off and get some sleep."

We walked back towards the bed but Marc stopped at the biggest window and
looked out at the sea.  "Hey!  There's the trawler again.  Do you think he
can see us standing here naked?"

I laughed as I stood behind him and pulled him against me so my cock
tickled his back, "If he can, let's give him an eyeful" and I turned Marc
and kissed him full on the lips.  He reached up and pulled me closer.  Our
tongues danced and jousted in each other's mouths.  I bent further, placing
my arm under his bum and lifted him off the floor.  I carried him to the
bed.  We slid under the sheets and, for the first time, both totally naked,
we held each other in our arms.  It felt so right to me, so real.
Everything from the touch of his skin to the tug at my heart.  If I didn't
know better, no one would have been able to convince me that this wonderful
loving and very sexy boy was "just" an android.

"So, old man, what's an adonis?" my curious young friend asked.

"Well, my boy, it's not a what but a who?  Aphrodite was, I believe in
Greek mythology, a God.  God of love or pleasure or something like that.
Adonis was a youth who Aphrodite loved very deeply.  Under Adonis in the
dictionary it says; A very handsome young man."

Marc rolled back to look me in the eye, "You think that I'm a very handsome
young man?"

"Oh yes Marc, I do."  He looked kind of surprised and pleased at the same
time.  I asked very softly, "You promise not to laugh at me or think I'm
just a silly or dirty old man if I tell you something?"

Marc looked very serious, "Yes Uncle John, I promise."

"Well Marc, when we are around other people I think that sometimes I'll
have to make myself not look at you because I'll get aroused when I do."

"No kidding?"

"Nope, no kidding." I confirmed.

"Heehee," Marc giggled.  "You know the main reason I didn't want you with
me when I got clothes?  It was 'cause I was afraid I'd pop a boner.  I'm
popping them all the time around you.  I never had that happen before.  Am
I, er, I mean, do I ... You know, think about sex too much?"

"No, no, you are perfectly normal."  I reassured him.

He buried his head in my neck and snuggled close again, "Adonis huh?
Cool."

"Don't get a swelled head boy.  At least not the head on your shoulders." I
teased.

"No one ever told me that I was handsome and sexy before.  And, only my Mom
and Dad ever said they loved me before."  A surge of guilt went through me
and I buried my face in the pillow.  "Uncle John!  What is it?  What's
wrong?" Marc was scared.  He pulled at my head trying to see my eyes.  He
sensed that I was crying but I couldn't look at him.  Finally he was able
to get me to look up and he began to cry too.  "What is it?" he pleaded.

"I'm not being a very good God father and I'm ashamed of it." I moaned,
totally forgetting that he was an android.  "I shouldn't be here naked in
bed with you.  Having sex with you."

"But why?" he questioned.  "Is it because I just turned 13?"

"No, no.  It's because your Mom and Dad entrusted you to me.  I'm supposed
to be your new father and you my son.  I'm supposed to guide you and be a
role model."  Guilt had overridden reason.  I was exhausted now and totally
depressed.  My knowledge of his being an android was overwhelmed by my deep
sense of morality.  It was then that I saw a mature side to Marc that
astounded me.  Instead of being angry at my hypocrisy or hurt by my not
recognizing the purity and sincerity of his love, both physical and
emotional, he chose to reassure me and confirm the rightness of our love.

"I may be only just 13 but I think I know what my parents wanted if the
worst ever happened.  I often heard them talking at night and one night
they talked about you.  They knew you were gay.  And, one time I heard them
say something else about you, that you may be interested in young teenaged
boys.  I think the term they used was boy lover.  Don't you think if they
were worried about you as my God father they would have changed that?
Uncle John, I told them a long time ago about my feelings.  About my being
sure I was gay.  They were sad but never stopped loving me.  I guess we
will never know what they really thought.  This I am sure of though; I have
known you all my life.  I have loved you as long as I can remember.  I know
you would never do anything to harm me because I know you love me as much
as I love you.  When I am hugging you and feeling all sexy, I only know
that it is right for me.  I know I could never feel so good with anyone
else.  I don't want it to ever end.  But, I'm just a 13 year old kid.  What
the fuck do I know!"

He was angry now and I looked at him in shock and not just a little bit
impressed.  I reached out and touched his cheek in the near dark.  I stared
into his eyes for what seemed like forever.  Finally I spoke, "Thank you my
boy."  I lay back not taking my eyes from his.

He finally broke our eye contact and snuggled his face into my neck.  "I
love you John, more than anything in the world and I trust you completely.
I hope we can be together for ever."  He twirled his fingers in my chest
hair and gently rubbed my leg with his.  Little did he know.

Next: Chapter Seven - Thar she blows