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Subject: Airport Voyeur Part 2 by Adam Bricker Chapter 4 - A/Y, AF

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Airport Voyeur
By Adam P. Bricker
Part II
Chapter 4
If you love him let him go
adambrick@tomcup.com


The sun was shining through the windows directly on the bed.  Even at this
hour it was bright and I could tell it was brisk outside.  The sheer
curtains were closed but the sun permeated through and was bathing Marcus
in the morning glow.  He had been so excited last night and when he finally
dozed off it was well after midnight.  This morning he lay there on his
back, eyes closed and hair rumpled but he was an angel to me.

At thirteen his skin was so smooth, his hair so dark, and because the sun
was just coming up and was so low to the horizon his cheek bones cast
shadows into his eyes making them even darker than normal.  He had thrown
one arm out and it was laying there flung away from his body and you could
see the soft skin on the inside of his arm.  His hand was open just waiting
to accept anything that fell into it.

I continued watching him, just thankful for what the awesome supreme-being
had given me.  An old word for one of the church services is "eucharist."
It comes from two Greek words that mean `good love' or maybe more
appropriately returning thanks for the gifts given to us.  Marcus was a
gift that I had received, and I had tried to return thanks for everything
that he had given me and just for whom he was to me.

"Good morning, it's sunny and 54 degrees in Denver this morning please
enjoy your breakfast in our newly remodeled restaurant before you leave for
the day."  I placed the phone back on the cradle and rolled over and Marcus
had rolled over and was hugging the pillow.  The highlights played across
his back, across his shoulders and over his lovely butt.  His tan skin
shown in the light, like soft brown marble from Italy that had been
lovingly crafted by Michelangelo.  I slid out of bed quietly to let him
sleep a little more and went to the front room.  I dialed room service and
ordered breakfast and then went for my shower.

			*** *** *** *** *** ***

The shower door slid quietly to the side and the cold air hit my naked
body.  Marcus stepped in to the shower with me.

"Can we shower together?" he asked.

"I'd be sorry if we didn't my little prince," I said while pulling him to
me and under the water.

"I've never had my father give me a bath, I thought you could give me a
shower," he said.

"Marcus, it would be my pleasure and I hope that it will be your pleasure
also.  Let's start with the shower first and see what else happens," I
said.  "I figure basics are the place to start, so let's start with the
soap.  I start on the left arm soaping it and getting a lather, then under
the arm.."

Marcus started giggling right there while I was rubbing the soap under his
arm like I was tickling him.  I placed my finger on his nose and said,
"I'll try not to tickle, I'm just trying to show you how I take a shower.
I figured it might be one more thing we can share.  Okay?"

"Yeah its okay, it just was tickling.  I'll try and not let it bother me."

"Then I soap my chest and stomach.  Obviously since we're still at the top
we can then do the right arm."  I did all this as I told him my procedure.
It's not something that I really thought much about each morning but I did
have a rather regular process.  I remember when I was young seeing a play
called "Cheaper by the Dozen" where the father gives all of his 12 children
a demonstration of how to efficiently take a bath.  Of course, with twelve
children you'd have to be efficient or some wouldn't have any hot water.

"I continue from the down to my cock and balls and lather them up," I said
and did such for him.  His relaxed dick started getting stiff but I wasn't
looking to get him off right now.

"Then I continue on down and soap up my legs and feet."  I gently rubbed
both hands down his legs and massaged his feet.  I then came up the back
side of his legs, soaping his calves then the back of his knees and up his
thighs to his butt.

"I finish with the ass.  And I make sure that I really get it very clean.
You never know when you're going to be in an accident and some doctor is
going to give you an examination and you want to have a clean butt."  I
held him in close to me, chest to chest, but I slid down and placed my head
into his stomach and really massaged his butt.  I created tons of lather
and rubbed my fingers up and down his crack and then into his rose bud
hole.  I fingered his hole for a while and then pushed one finger in and
pistoned it in and out.  Against my chest I could feel his cock growing and
pointing at my chin.  I was rolling his balls in my other hand.

"Adam, that feels so good.  Keep doing that."

The water from above was rinsing him off.  I leaned down and in a little
and took his little cock into my mouth and started sucking.  I kept my
finger going around back, in and out, in and out.  Marcus placed his hands
on my head and pulled me closer to him.  I continued working in all three
locations, his butt, his balls and his cock and the effect was doing
exactly what I wanted it to do for him.  He tensed his body, he stood on
his toes and leaned back against the wall of the shower.  His fingers
grabbed hold of my hair even tighter and he moaned.  At that point his cock
started ejaculating and his cum went down my throat.  I slowed down with my
finger and took both hands and held his lovely small butt cheeks in them.
I let him slow down and relax.

I got up from my kneeling position and kissed him.  "Did that feel good?" I
asked.

"Oh, yeah.  God, Adam that was almost as good as last night.  I didn't know
you could feel this good.  Can this happen with anyone?"

"Yes, but I think you'll want to be selective about who you do it with.
Besides the personal ecstasy it is really an expression of love between two
people.  Remember that when you are thinking about what we have done
together.  I love you Marcus, you're my little prince," I said.

"Why do you keep calling me your little prince?" Marcus asked.

"I'll explain over breakfast, right mow let's get your hair shampooed and
the get out of here before room service shows up with breakfast."  I
shampooed his hair, and rinsed it for him, then tickled him gently and he
started to slip so I grabbed him and stood him back up.

"I better stop that right now, get out there and dry off.  I have to finish
and breakfast will be here very soon."  With that I opened the door and as
he was stepping out I swatted him lovingly on the butt and closed the
shower door.  As the door was closing he looked back at me with a question
in his eyes, I smiled back at him.  He was fine, he was cute and he was
God's gift to me.  Seeing my smile he beamed one back at me.

			*** *** *** *** *** ***

While drying off the knock came at the door.  I reached over and grabbed my
underwear and slid that on before opening the door.  The waiter raised his
eyebrows but brought the tray in and set it on the table.  I'm sure that he
had seen at least this much working in the hotel.  I signed and gave him a
generous tip.  As he left and I closed the door, I turned to see Marcus
standing just between the sleeping room and the front room He had finished
dressing.

"Well, I guess we might as well have breakfast while it's hot," I said and
sat down at the table.  Marcus took his regular spot across from me.

"This morning, how about you saying grace, Marcus?"

"How will I know what to say?" he asked.

"Just express what you are thankful for.  Use your own words.  There are no
right or wrong words when you're praying."

"Okay, let's see. . .  Thank you for Adam, and him lettin' me stay in the
hotel.  Thanks for Adam telling me what do and not just lettin' me run
away.  Thank you for a father to take care of me, and thank you for my new
shoes and underwear."

He looked up, I raised my head and this time I had tears rolling down my
cheeks.  It's the simple things that people appreciate, and bring each of
us together.

"That was fantastic my little prince.  Now eat.  And remember your table
manners." I said.  Then I remembered I had told him I would explain `little
prince' over breakfast.

"I call you `my little prince' because you remind me of a story I read a
long time ago.  It's called "The Little Prince."  In that story there is a
little boy who lives on a planet far, far away.  It's a very little planet
and on it are just the little prince and his rose.  He takes care of his
rose everyday and at night he puts this big jar over the rose so that she
won't get cold.  But eventually he gets tired for being on the planet with
just him and the rose and he takes a space ship to earth to meet other
people.  One of the people he meets in the fox."

I continued eating while telling my story.  "The fox tells him they can't
play together because he hasn't tamed the fox.  The little prince asks how
he can tame the fox. The fox tells him to come back tomorrow and they will
sit and talk and get to know each other.  The little prince comes back, but
he's excited and he comes two hours earlier than he did on the first day.
The fox said it would be better if he came back each day at the same time,
so that the fox can get excited just waiting for the little prince to
arrive.  That will increase the pleasure of the time that they spend
together.  Eventually they spend enough time together that they become very
good friends, and run and play all day."

Marcus was finishing off the eggs and bacon, had finished his juice and I
gave him mine.

"Eventually in the story the little prince has to leave and the fox sends
him to go look at a rose garden.  When the little prince gets there he sees
all these roses, but none of them are his special rose back on his home
planet.  He comes back to the fox very sad.  He says that the roses were
very pretty but none of them were his special rose and that he missed her,
and none of those roses could take her place.  The fox says, exactly the
point I wanted to make to you.  Now that you have tamed me, there is no
other human who is like you and no one else can take your place.  Now
whenever I will see the sky I will think of your eyes and whenever I see a
wheat field I will think of your hair.  Because you have tamed your rose
you are responsible for her, and because you have tamed me you are
responsible for me, and I am responsible for you."  Marcus was watching me
as I finished.  He wasn't eating, was just sitting there watching me.

"You mean I'm your little prince now because you tamed me, and you're gonna
take care of me?  Or just that I remind you of the kid in the story?" he
asked,

"Marcus, I mean I'm going to be responsible for you.  I have to leave
today, but I'm not leaving you forever.  I told you before, I love you and
I mean it.  We're going to find a way to work things out.  I want to be
with you."

			*** *** *** *** *** ***

We packed up.  Marcus had few clothes to gather, but he was pretty careful
to make sure that he had everything.  I cleared out the closet, collected
toiletries and repacked my suitcase.  When everything seemed to be
together, I did a final look around and went to the front room.  Marcus was
sitting on the couch very patiently waiting with this small brown paper bag
of clothes.

On the coffee table was the larger bag that I had left there last night,
after coming back from the shop downstairs.  I rolled my bag to a
standstill near the door and came and sat next to Marcus.  I turned to him
and said, "Well, it's been great and this isn't the end, but a beginning
that we just don't know the ending for."  I hugged him close and rubbed his
back.

"I'll be okay, Adam," he said.

"I know you will, but I want you to be more than okay.  I want you to
remember me and know that I love you.  The fact that I can't be with you
doesn't mean that I don't love you."  I let go of him and leaned over to
the coffee table.  He wasn't comfortable enough with us yet to be rummaging
through my stuff, so I opened the bag and reached in.  He still didn't know
what I had and couldn't see anything.

"I want you to have a couple things to remember me when I'm not close, so I
bought you this jacket," I said.  With that I pulled out a black jacket
with the Rockie Mountains picture embroidered on the back with leather
sleeves.  I had to get a man's small to get a size that would fit him, but
I was pretty sure that this was going to work.

His eyes were as large and the dinner plates from this morning's breakfast
that still sat on the table.  His mouth was open and not even moving and
the amazement on his face was priceless.  I held up the jacket and opened
it up so that he could put it on.  He wasn't moving so I started slipping
it on one arm and wrapped it around so that we could get the other arm in.
He started working with me, but just didn't know what to do.

"I take it that you like it then," I said.

"Oh, Adam its so neat.  It's warm and got leather sleeves and I never had
one like this.  Momma could never get me something like this, I don't know
how to thank you. WOW!" he said.  He was eying the jacket and just looking
from one side to the other, then his eyes came up to mine, and he was
beaming from inside.  That look would stay with me for a long time.

I reached out and took the brown paper bag out of his hands.  He was
reticent to be relieved of his possessions, but he was giving it to me and
I believe at this point he would give me anything I asked for.  I brought
the bag over to the table and said, "I don't want you taking this bag with
you."

His eyes lost the wonder.  His face dropped and he looked like I had
seriously taken something of value away.  I reached in to the bag and
brought out a leather briefcase I had purchased downstairs.

"This is the bag I want you carrying.  You're too special to use brown
paper bags for your clothes."  Again his face reacted with wonder and
amazement.  I was playing with his emotions and by this point he didn't
know what I was doing.  I pulled his clothes out of the paper bag and
placed them in his new leather traveling bag, then handed it back to him.

Marcus took the bag and hugged it.  His eyes looked down at the shoulder
strap, his hands caressed the sides and ran along the bound edges, up the
handles and into the pockets.  Then he looked up at me.  Tears were falling
from his eyes, there were drops on the leather case already, and down the
front of his jacket.

"Marcus, I may have to leave you, but I don't have to leave you alone or
without some signs of my love.  I don't know what's going to happen after
today, but I know that you will always me important in my life."  I moved
over to him, wrapped my arms around him and held me close.  I rubbed his
back, tousled his hair and we rocked for a while.  I didn't want this to
end, but we had an appointment at 10:30 with Mr. Hart.  Appointments on
Sunday I doubt were normal for him.

			*** *** *** *** *** ***

We finally stood up, looked around the hotel room and each thought about
what this room had meant to us.  We each grabbed our bags and went
downstairs to check out.

Marcus walked with a new step.  He held himself taller.  He walked next to
me unafraid of what was coming or the people downstairs that had tried to
keep him out before.  I could feel a new confidence in him.

We walked up to the front desk to reconcile the account.  Usually this
hotel chain just slips the bill under the door and I tuck it into the side
compartment of my briefcase with other bills.  I asked for the bill and the
front desk person said, "Sir that's already been paid."

"Yes, I know you had my credit card on file, but I want a copy," I said.

"No that was paid by a direct transfer of funds from England, sir.  But I
do have an envelope for you," she said.

"What transfer from England?" I asked, but by this time I thought I knew
what was coming.

"Sir, I don't know it was handled last night and I wasn't on duty.  But,
here is the envelope for you. Thank you for staying with us and please
consider us if you return to Denver."

I took the envelope and Marcus and I went to sit in one of the large
couches in the lobby.  Marcus didn't know what was happening but he was
going to stay near me.  I opened the envelope and found a fax inside.  It
had the same crest as the fax from yesterday with the same motto (Keep the
Faith).

"Urban Peak will be expecting you.  They have received a new donation to
fund their expanded program and Marcus will be the first participant.  Tell
him to do us proud, we love you both."

I handed the fax to Marcus.  I doubt he understood everything that was
included there, but this guardian angel thing that had been happening the
last couple days was unusual.  When Fernando told me a week ago that I
should ask anything from him, I thought I would have to know where he was
and talk to him to ask for things.  In fact, I thought I would be imposing
on him if I did ask.  Now here he was taking care of my needs and those of
Marcus without any asking.

"Wow, what new program?" asked Marcus.

"I don't know, but let's go find out."  I stood up and we went for the car.

			*** *** *** *** *** ***

We stood there at the door looking around.  The place wasn't in the
greatest neighborhood but it was cleaner and better kept than anything
around it.  While it wasn't new, it had been remodeled and painted
recently.  I knocked on the front door.  My rental car was only one of two
cars in the parking lot.  I thought I knew that Philip Hart's would be the
other.

After a couple minutes a gentleman of about my age came to the door.

"Good morning, you must be Adam Bricker, and you must be Marcus Tuscon, I'm
Philip Hart.  Welcome to Urban Peak."  He ushered us in and we went to a
comfortably furnished office on the front left side of the building.

"Would you like coffee or anything?" Philip Hart asked.

"No we had breakfast and at least I couldn't eat another thing.  Marcus on
the other hand will eat you out of house and home."  Marcus sort of blushed
and moved in a seat.  I reached over and mussed his hair again, and he
shrugged and tried to get me to leave it alone.

"Fine, let me explain what I understand at this point and let me tell you a
little about Urban Peak.  I understand that Marcus is thirteen. Right?" he
asked.

We both looked at Marcus, and he nodded, yes.

"Urban Peak was designed for homeless and runaway youngster from the ages
of 15 to 18 and we provide housing, schooling and job training for them.
Up until this point we did not have the facilities to handle enough kids so
we limited our focus to only kids from fifteen years old and older.  Last
night we got a new donation that will expand our program and resources.
The stipulation of that donation was that we include kids as young as
twelve.  I think you understand the impact.  We are adding our first new
participant to this program right now.  Marcus you are the first thirteen
year old boy in Urban Peak.  You're really special to someone, cause they
spent a lot of money to make sure you got in this program."

Marcus, looked a little amazed; but I don't think the immensity of the
contribution or the program change struck him as much as my giving him the
jacket and traveling case.  It wasn't that he didn't appreciate this, just
that it was less tangible and harder for him to see or touch.  He did still
acknowledge the special conditions.

"Mr. Bricker, I also know that Marcus is special to you and I will be
contacting you regularly with progress reports and we will establish a
means of Marcus contacting you."

"Thank you Mr. Hart.  Can you tell me a little more about this unexpected
donation?"

"What I can tell you is that a person in England contacted me first by fax,
as I told you yesterday on the phone, and then last night he called and
asked for our bank account numbers and executed a transfer of funds to us
this morning.  Our bank account has never had that much money in it
Mr. Bricker.  We will be hiring three more employees to work with the kids
and will have the resources to handle more beds for these kids.  The number
of homeless kids has doubled in the last five years and none of the other
agencies are equipped to take care of them.  We've been struggling along on
small grants and donations."

He continued with, "I wish more people saw the needs of these kids like
Marcus.  I wish more of them were as caring as you, to take them out of the
cold."  He turned to Marcus, and said, "Would you like to see the
apartments and classrooms?"

Marcus, being shy and still intimidated, shook his head for yes.

Philip Hart picked up the phone and spoke with another person for a minute.
"Jeremy will be here in a minute to show you around and we'll follow in a
couple minutes," he said to Marcus.

Jeremy came in and brief introductions were done.  Jeremy and Marcus left
us and Mr. Hart asked, "Is there anything else that you`d like to know or
talk about?"

"I'm glad you asked.  And I'm glad you had Jeremy take Marcus for a tour.
There is one more thing that I want to find out about, and I didn't want to
raise Marcus' hopes.  His mother is dead and I don't know how much he knows
about his father or whether he's still alive.  If it's possible I'd like to
find out if I can adopt him.  How can I do that?  Do you know who I have to
talk to and what it will take?"

"Mr. Bricker..." he began.

"Why don't we just go to Adam and Phil, if that's okay with you?
Mr. Bricker lives in Arizona and I'm not going to see my father for a
couple months."

"Of course, Adam," he said with a soft chuckle.  "I like that better also.
I chose Philip years ago when I came here from Spain and no one was very
good with my entire name."

"What is your entire name?" I asked.

"Philippe Gabriel Miguel Corazon de Dios is what my parents named me," he
said and my mouth just opened and stayed that way.

"When I became an American citizen I simplified it for Americans to Philip
Hart.  I have been here for over fifteen years."

"Where were you born?" I asked.

"In Seville Spain," he said.

"Do you have a brother or relative names Fernando Gabriel Miguel Corazon de
Dios?" I asked.  This had to be planned, this was weird, and this was
uncanny.  Things like this don't happen.

"Sure that is the name of my father, but he is in heaven," he said.

"The person I know by that name is much younger than your father could be,
he's only about thirty-five, very alive and I just met him last week."

"I don't know who you met, Adam, but I'm sure with a name like that he must
be a good person."

			*** *** *** *** *** ***

We toured the Urban Peak facilities and eventually I told Phil and Marcus
that I needed to leave for the airport.

"But do you have to leave so soon?"  Those eyes and that face were tugging
at my heart strings.  I did have to leave, but I really didn't want to.

"Yes, I do have to; but Mr. Hart has agreed to keep me informed of how
you're doing and let you contact me through email.  That way no matter
where in the country or the world I am you can send me messages and I can
send them to you.  Marcus, here's my business card.  It has my business
address and phone numbers but it also has my email address and cell phone
number.  Mr. Hart will show you how to email me, and if you ever need me in
an emergency just call my cell phone.  This is going to be hard, but it's
not going to be forever.  I'm coming back.  Eventually we'll be together."

"But I'm going to miss you Adam.  How can you leave me?  What am I going to
do without you?"  He was just an insecure kid that was being left by some
heartless adult again.  How could I have done this to him?

"Marcus, remember I love you.  Haven't I been good to you this weekend?  I
found you and brought you in.  I fed you, I gave you clothes, and I yelled
at you to eat your vegetables.  Now I've brought you to Urban Peak because
I think its where you need to be right now.  But you aren't going to lose
me.  You know how to reach me, Mr. Hart is going to help you and when you
see the Rockie Mountains you're going to think of the jacket I bought you,
when you say grace you're going to think of me teaching you how to pray,
and lastly when you eat chocolate you're going to think of me.  No matter
what is happening I will be with you."

We hugged, and we cried, and I finally stood up and handed Marcus' hand to
Phil and went to my car.  I tried to keep it together as I pulled out of
the parking lot and drove down the street.  I didn't want Marcus to see how
hard this was for me.  About two blocks away I pulled over and put the car
in park while I cried uncontrollably.  A few minutes later I'd passed the
worst of it and pointed the car for the airport.

Somehow I knew that I had to keep this together.  Marcus had survived this
long without me, and things would work out.  I had the contact information
for Urban Peak and the adoption information in my briefcase.  On the plane
I would start working out the application and the strategy for adopting
Marcus.

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