Date: Mon, 18 Mar 2002 17:44:59 -0500
From: paul paris <shaksbeer@ureach.com>
Subject: Marcus

I have come to tell you this tale because although fiction it is something
that matches the requirements of nifty. The Tale, as I say is fiction, is a
warm-hearted picture of life between a man an underage boy.

I guess that this story is illegal in most countries so do please check
before going on. I do not advocate that sex between a man and boy be
accepted however stories do arise on occasions.

I have the copyright to this and all other stories I have written for
Nifty. Please ask to reproduce or copy in any way shape or form. Nifty are
gracious in allowing the space to print these and encourage that a
contribution be made at some time if possible to keep this service going.

If this is not your style or if you are under 16, then it might be a good
idea to return to the list for another story. I have been trying for some
time to describe how I see love between people that most would frown upon.

I came across "Adam and even more." This was close so I congratulate the
writer. Lets hope what I have been concentrating on for some time will open
your eyes to how I look at things, through my imagination.


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                                Marcus.



I was lucky. My family owned a steel mill. I was just slotted into the
place because I was the son of the owner. I hated the way people arrived
blaspheming there way through the doors yet giving me, "sir" when they
passed me. I so much wanted to be one of the gang.

 I would take samples then measure the content to ensure that it was top
grade. Sounds real boring but in fact it was not bad. I was alone so did
the work just as the company made me feel. My important part was when a
sample went wrong. I went into action fast. I had to find out where the
fault was and put it right. By doing this, the worker's would not loose
their bonus. I almost found the problems, but on my days off I saw the mess
the next day. Figures incorrect. Books made to look right but I put it
right not just for me, I wanted things to go right.

I was 20 years old but father could see that working for the company was
not going to be my life. I was unmarried but never questioned about not
having a girlfriend. I just had my own way, also had my own feelings. He
asked me what I wanted to do. I let out what had been inside me for so
long. "Father I want to be a fruit farmer. Not just the kind that everyone
knows but also a Cherry farmer who had a large hill nearby so that I might
make some good quality wine. I would grow some Vines, even a patch of
Strawberries. Father, I can hear you saying I am mad but I just want to
give it a try." From that day Father was good to me; he hired a man who I
had to train in Steel and Foundry techniques.

The man was slow but soon picked up on the tasks to be done. He did not
live far from my home so we took it in turns driving each other to work. He
was quiet so I never saw where he lived; we just picked a spot and
met. Only after some time did I find out that he was married. His wife was
one of the shy kinds. He had children who were going to the local
schools. I never poked my nose into his business but I did ask him one day
how he was feeling about travelling in with the boss's son. Was he being
ribbed or ridiculed?

"Well sir now you come to mention it I am quite pleased about it. Our
family are very shy so we keep ourselves to ourselves. My wife never goes
out, while my children just watch television. The others don't take to them
much. I am not sure if its right but we seem to get alone just fine. Our
house is quiet so that goes along with our style."

I did joke that being the father he knew best but people were very nice
were we lived.

"I can see that but it's hard to change the ways of a family who prefer
their privacy"

The day came when my father, on my 21st birthday, gave me a
smallholding. 50 Acres, it was the farm of my dreams. The farm I had wished
for. It was wonderful. Everything I wanted was there. There was even a hill
full of vine bushes. He gave me the deeds and I was told to make a go of
it. The farmhouse was refurbished complete with equipment. I had a Forman
who would run it while I learned the business part. I saw the crop intake
for the last 5 years and the farm seem to run it. For the first year I
would learn then take over adding or showing a profit for it to be a
success.

I was good to my word. My books showed a profit that was expected. I added
extra plants for Strawberries. A whole orchard was ready for the
cherries. Finally, 50 new grape vines. The Forman believed it was too much
so we set about getting some extra staff to help. I made up a hide because
birds and vermin of all kind would go for the new shoots and plants. The
harvest mouse in abundance would be attracted to these. I never used
pesticides so the humane traps had to do. It was a success. My funds
allowed 20 extra workers. Working on the outlay we could average almost
double what we had last year. It was strange to see the people all turn up
for shift work. They came looking to earn a small wage. They worked hard so
the small became big at the end of the week.

I took the Forman for a few drinks as my way of saying thank you. The man
who took over at the Foundry from me was in the corner. I paid him a
visit. We spoke just as we had in the car all that time ago coming
home. Things had not changed, Wife quiet, Children still loners but he did
have a smile.

With the Strawberries almost ready I offered his wife a job picking and the
children after school could take a look around the farm. He doubted the
offer would be accepted but that evening he called to say she would. He did
all the talking. I had grave thought of him bringing his wife and children
all connected by a lead

I was asked, "Would you like to come to Tea on Sunday?"

Me tea? I reversed the offer being I had to keep an eye open for
pests. Really had always been the provider so the thought about going to
another's house was not something I could deal with. I could however feel
much more comfortable with people visiting me. That showed part of my
shyness I expect.

It was funny you know, they all accepted. I got Jolly, oh that's my
housekeeper when I needed her, to make up some sandwiches then a few
Jellies, you get the idea. We packed the trestle tables in the
orchards. Right on time, I forgot, Jack was the guy's name. He turned up
and I got the first look at Rose his wife, she introduced me to her 2
boys. The youngest was Billy, he was 9 then Marcus, he was 11. With the
mannerisms of people acting in the higher circles of life they walked
patiently to the table and it was when I said "Help yourselves boys" the
looks started. They both looked at there parents. I walked between
them. "Now then I said help your self. It's all good. It's my farm so have
fun. If mum and dad tell you off, you tell them it was all down to me. I
looked at them both.  That's okay mum and you dad. I do not think they had
come across anyone like me they just looked at each other lips apart just
like a bird box expecting a delivery at any moment.

I brought out a china Teapot and cups for parents with a plate of salmon
sandwiches were given to them. The boys had already got stuck in to the
food that children liked.

"I expect you must think we never feed them. I apologise for the way they
are, right little pigs."

That was the first common word used by this posh woman.

"That's fine, jolly makes far to much, so I prefer it to be in the belly of
a healthy child than the pigs round the far end of the farm. You relax and
let them have a feast, that is unless you think we should get some of the
jelly and cream before they eat it all?"

The ice was broken. We all laughed. I quickly spoke to her explaining what
had to be done. I gave her the choice of working alone or being with the
others to get to know them. Jack looked astounded when she said that she
would work with the others. "I have been asked to join the P.T.A. Looks
like I will be getting to know quite a few people."

"My mother was in that when I was small. The meetings can go on for hours."

Rose looked solemn. "Oh I will have to decline then. I have my children to
look after."

"Boys would you come here for a moment. If mum went to a school meeting
would you like to come and help on the farm? If it's raining we can get
some things you can wear?"

The answer yes please brought Rose to her feet. "Looks like I am going to
be in the P.T.A."

The boys with a sandwich in each hand came to me. I made them sit on a
stool explaining that eating, running then talking was the perfect cause of
indigestion. Rose smiled.

"What do we call you?" asked the boys

Rose popped in, "You call him Mr Davidson."

I screamed. "That's my fathers name. If your parents do not mind you can
call me Ken."

The parents both agreed.

"Ken what is that big bush over there?" I explained what a hide was.  It
was Mainly for bird watches but I made it to catch the vermin, I can see
the mice that were after the plants.

I had not expected the reaction I got. 2 screams followed the word
mice. Jolly fell back from here chair giving us all a great view of her
long knickers. I turned expecting to see Rose the same but it was Jack. He
rolled around looking everywhere thinking that a mouse was nearby. I went
to get him up when a solitary mouse grabbed a crumb and run off back
through the hay. Jolly was on the table while Jack jumped into my arms. The
family laughed so much that tears were flowing down their cheeks.

I placed 3 humane mice catchers in his car so that no one would think that
a murder was being committed. We all took a walk with Jack preferring to
have a drink of something stronger after the mouse incident. Rose would
drive them all home.

That walk told me so much about them. Rose who was suppose to be shy opened
up as if I were a member of the family She had begun to hate it here but
Jack had persuaded her to stay because of his work. The boys had no friends
as such but with her joining the school she thought that this might all
change. Rose was pleased to know that a lot of the workers had children at
the school. "Marcus goes to the special school in town because he find
trouble with his reading and writing. I found that embarrassing so we kept
alone at first because I did not want him to be teased. I know one day he
would have to be part of the others but I believed that he would have got
to know how to read and write by now." Her face was sullen but she was
really making the effort

I called Jolly for 1 last pot of tea. I got a book

"Right Rose we have a field of Strawberries that will be ready to pick in
about a week. I will give you rows 1-5A I will put the posts in
today. Marcus can you help Take this book and write your mums name in it."

He was slow but he could write Rose easy enough.

"Mum will have all these rows to pick. I have the posts. I will bang them
in and you label them for her or she will not know which ones to pick. Use
your fingers then mark the rows for me please." I stopped her from moving
then poured the tea. Take the first letter and put the first number in
front of it."

We watched while Marcus with a black pen wrote 1A. I hit it in the
ground. "Next." This was harder. "Marcus add the first number with another
and that's the row name." He looked at me and wrote 2A. "Next add the two
numbers there." 3A. "Next add the first number with the last." 4A "Next
take all."

Marcus shouted, "No I think I got this one 5A"

"That's it now write those next to mums name oh and can you add them all
together for me while I get mum her tea." Rose was showing all the concerns
of a mother.

"Is this what you wanted?" Rose Wallis. 1A+2A+3A+4A+5A=15A

I handed her the cup of tea, "Rose who said Marcus cannot read or write?" I
gave here the book. I took both boys to a plant where I lifted up the
straw. "I see 3 Strawberries. Take them carefully and give one to Mum
Marcus."

Jack saw the book. "Do I get a Strawberry?" we all laughed, but it was
Marcus who said, "No dad you can jump into Ken's arms again though. That
was funny."

Rose asked me how I got Marcus to cooperate? "I think it was the happy
atmosphere. He was doing something for you. At school he is forced one way
or another to work from the books that the school provides. I know he got a
treat but I bet the school says he is lazy. I think you should ask Marcus
how he did that and why so good for me when he has never done it for the
school."

I took Jack inside, as it was getting cool. I am sure Rose got an answer of
some kind because she was smiling. It was at 9pm when the talk of leaving
was mentioned. The boys clearly had a good day. Rose and Jack had their
first time out in quite a while. I wished them all goodnight. Poor Jack, he
was poured into the front seat having had to much of the wine that the farm
made followed by some home brewed beer. Billy was taking home from my farm
far more dirt than was already there. I got a hug from Rose while I gave
the book to Marcus to make sure his mum would not forget.

I sat indoors thinking about the day. Rose's bluntness was clear. Ray was a
henpecked husband Billy was into everything. I walked to the house and my
thoughts of Marcus grew. It was the smile he gave me that made the
strawberry worthwhile. Jolly cleared up and her husband collected her. I
gave her the next day off. She had done a grand job. A few home brews were
slipped into her bag, known to kill the brain of an elephant, were
gratefully accepted. I flopped in the bath almost falling asleep.

It was almost 10 when the phone rang.

"Hello. Sorry to ring so late. This is Rose. It seems that Marcus's school
has a teacher-training day tomorrow. I want to help at Billy's school but
Marcus cannot come."

"Yes Rose that will be fine. Tell him that I will leave a key to my cottage
in the letterbox. It never gets used, the letterbox that is. I will do it
now."

She laughed, "You never let me finish. Marcus asked if he might come to see
you rather than stay at home all day. Now I have the answer I will collect
him at 4pm."

I will be at the market then so how about I drop him of to you?"

It was all sorted and I could feel the second homebrew having the desired
effect. I was soon after the giant mice that chased Jack across my field
that tiredness overcame me.

"Hello anyone in?"

I stirred. It was 7am. I heard the voice again. I wondered if Rose knew
that Marcus was up at this time. "Upstairs, straight ahead." I heard sounds
from the kitchen then footsteps coming up the stairs. "Hello. Hope I did
not wake you but just if I did I brought you some coffee. Dad had galleons
this morning."

It was strange to see the smiling face just as it left last night. The
coffee was good. Lying in bed being served made it a treat from being up
over an hour ago. Marcus was different this morning. He was dressed ready
to play. I looked at him trying to think up an excuse to get him out of the
bedroom because I had dropped all my clothing last night and was naked. I
did not want him to see me but I had this awful feeling that Marcus
combined with the new sensations were taking over my normal thoughts.

"I could sleep for at least two hours because I don't have to go to the
market till 9am"

Marcus looked out the window.

He turned after a while, then said, "I can keep you company if you want?"

I looked at him explaining that it would not be a good thing to do. Why I
do not know I went on to explain the reasons. Marcus sat next to me facing
down. I did not mean to hurt him. When he faced me he asked me something
very seriously.

"Can you keep a secret? This cannot be told to mum and dad, in fact it must
never be told to anyone."

I never answered but looked him in the eyes and smiled. I nodded. "I did
not like it here. Where we use to live I had an uncle who helped me with my
reading. I did very well. I was almost able to go to a normal school with
other boys, a school that Billy goes to. One day he died of a heart attack
so mum told me. My very special friend was gone. People wondered why I was
so upset to read? I stopped completely after that. The doctor said it was
shock. My friend made me feel so special. He told me that he loved me. Does
that shock you?" I told him "not really."

He started to talk again.  "He asked me if I would do something for him. He
said he wanted to take me to bed. I told him that I would think about it
for the next time we were together. He died before that happened. I have
never seen the look he had for me, that was 3 years ago, until
yesterday. You had that same look. Do you like me like he did? Do you want
me to come to bed with you? That's why I said I would keep you company. I
will never tell anyone."

I looked at the boy who was desperate to be right. "Marcus I can hear you
but I do not think you understands what was going to happen."

Marcus did. "Ken I was at his house while he taught a lot of boys to
read. I saw him with others on his lap. He did not know but one day I got
there early and saw him with a boy on his lap. The boy was taking his
school uniform off. I watched when he was doing things while the boy
read. I wished I could read like the boy. I told him I wanted to but he
begged me not to tell his sister, that's my mum. He would do all he
could. I wanted to be the boy. I wanted just for some short time to be the
boy being touched in his lap. The look he had you had but what is it that's
different. I will prove it to you Ken honestly."

Marcus turned to face me. "Will you help by kissing me?" I was confused. I
suppose I could just kiss him but did he see something in me? I said I
could feel something strange. All I saw was this boy telling me one very
dark secret. I withheld any answer but noticed a single tear fall down his
cheek.

 Marcus wiped it away. "When you said I could come to see you I thought it
was because you had the same feelings. I am sorry I better go. I will tell
mum that you had to go away on business so I came home. If you need help I
am free. Will you call mum to let her know?"

"So I went the wrong way. I kissed him."

"You do want me and I want to be the boy. Why did it take so long?"

"Marcus I thought about you and the boy who sat in your uncle's lap. You
would have done that with him?"

"Yes."

Marcus long brown hair, just like his father looked smooth to touch. His
shirt had a hood that matched his trousers; I could feel the odd feelings
going through me. I watched him at the window wondering what the next thing
to do would be.


"Marcus what would happen now if you were with your uncle?"

"I would want to be that boy I spotted he was with. I would do the same as
he did. I would let him do anything just to prove that I could love him as
they were. I saw him take one-boy clothes off till he was in his pants. All
the while he read to him his hand was down inside them. The boy read 3
words then they kissed. I knew I was going to be uncle's boy. When they
both had nothing on he told the boy that it was time for bed. Uncle told
him that he had been waiting for a long time. You will promise that you
will not tell anyone Ken?"

I promised. This story was something that went through me while the feeling
grew stronger and stronger for the boy who was quiet. His life was
surrounded by the knowledge that soon it was to be him with his uncle and
not the one watching.

Marcus sat on the bed. "Ken look at this. It was the only thing that Uncle
ever did that hurt me but he said it would prove forever that I could be
trusted to keep our secret also what I was feeling was love for him and not
anything else." He lifted his shirt. There was a small scar that was below
his nipple. "Uncle did that with a knife then kissed the blood over my
chest. He said we were like blood brothers."

I was appalled that he could be swayed into believing that the pain of a
knife cut followed by blood was a sign of love. This child had gone through
this to prove his love to a sadistic uncle. I fought with my inner self at
whether it was a good idea to tell him the truth. Marcus holding a penknife
towards me made up my mind.

I held the boy while the tears flowed. I was surprised that he believed
me. "I could never do that to you. There is a better way to love you and
prove love than sticking a knife into someone."

I gave him a tissue "So you admit it, you do have the same feelings? So if
it is not the knife what do we do to prove that what we have found is
special, I promise that this will be a secret for all the time we are
together? You told me that it's wrong but can feelings like we have ever be
the same? Do you understand that no one has ever made me feel like uncle
did except you. You have proved that his feelings were not real so does
this means that what we have is not real either. If so explain why my love
is desperate to be with you while you want me. I know enough to say
that. What are it if not love?"

So early but answers were needed. "Marcus, some people do have different
feelings. You believed that by sitting on uncles knee undressed is love. So
if that happened with your dad would that be the same?"

"Oh Ken do not be silly. Of course not, I love my dad just as I am. If it
was you then I would think again."

"But I will not cut you with a knife. If it were I, would I be the right
one to show you. I have feelings that I have never had before and they only
happen when you are around. So now you know. I do not know why but you have
this strange hold over me. I am pleased you are hear, I am pleased you told
me about what happened. How does that make you feel Marcus?"

"I knew all the time Ken, I know I felt this way yesterday. What would you
say if I got in bed with you?"

"All I would want to know is why?"

"I would ask one thing first. Do you want me to undress first, just as I
would have for uncle? When I understand that I could honestly say I must be
strange. I wonder how many boys ask an adult to share their bed with them
for love?"

"Well Marcus I must be strange too because yes I would love to share my bed
with you, I would also like you to remove your clothing. I never wear
anything so it seems fair. I suppose I better tell you that you are
right. I have feelings as I told you so I guess that I have fallen in love
with a strange young boy who I met for the first time yesterday. Did your
uncle ever tell you what he was going to do with you?"

"Yes he did while I watched him with another boy."

The sound of shoes hit the floor, Marcus climbed on the bed. I never
noticed that he had teeth that protruded out from his lips. The kiss was so
soft and gentle, knowing that we had both agreed to this made the contact
even softer. I watched as he lifted his top over his head. We lay
together. Our tops half came together while the kisses flowed one after
another. My fingers were careful as I helped him find the single button
that held his trousers closed. The white nylon zip made a ripping sound
when it opened. "Lift up a bit." I said. I slipped the trousers down his
smooth legs till I had them around his ankles. Marcus tugged them and they
fell to the floor. My hand rested on the front of his orange pants that
made him look so special. I could feel him expand all the time my hand
rested there. I covered him up so that we were one. Why I do not know, but
we did keep finding time to say how much love we could feel. Marcus
suddenly grasped me, fully erect, something new in his hand that he had
longed to happen. He took it and lifted the leg of his pants. He slipped me
inside. I came into contact with him. Our sexual organs acted like
needles. When they touched he was smothered by feelings but almost gasped
for more. "Am I doing it right Ken?" I was enjoying the feeling but scared
at how it was making me become more and more attracted to Marcus.

"I need to take your pants off now. Are you sure you do not mind Marcus?"

I felt his hand remove me from inside his pants then I slipped them down. I
was almost still while I looked at what faced me. "Lift up again." I pushed
them down till they slipped off and just hung in my hands. I stroked the
length I saw, watching him shake with pleasure. I slipped the skin back. It
was either the kiss or my touch that brought him to a climax. I saw 2 tears
as he shook. We spoke while we held each other. It was the moment he had
been waiting for since his Uncle died. Had I now taken his place? Why did I
feel so strongly about him? I could not remember my first dry climax but
Marcus would be sure to remember his. He clambered on top of me. "You want
to get up now?" after a while I got the answer. "Do you mind if we stay
like this for a while." I held him tight. When we did get up together we
stood by the window looking through the trees. I had to explain that there
was a lot more to what we had done that morning I did not quite understand
it all. Marcus looked up at me saying; "well it looks like you will be
teaching me a lot more than reading and writing." I lifted him up and sat
him in my lap one of the things he so much wanted to happen. One final kiss
and we dressed or should I say I dressed him while I dressed myself.

We took the tractor over the fields. Marcus was so excited when he took the
wheel. It was time that we both understood that we had started at the time
and place he wanted to begin. At the hide we sat for a while reading He
could read but I told him not to let anyone know so that we could surprise
everyone when the time was right.


                                                 Marcus 2.




The Second rows of Strawberries were almost ready to pick. Rose and Jack
thought nothing about Marcus coming to see me most weekends. Of course I
played a dutiful friend by asking when he arrived if they knew Marcus was
at the farm. They did but Billy was pleased to get the extra attention
while at home. I saw the boy get use to driving the tractor. Rose would
come to do her bit but then stood upright watching her son ride, just like
an expert, the tractor and trailer full of the fruit labelled correctly
into the barn for packing onto the lorry waiting for the market. Rose
noticed that Marcus was taking more notice of me these days yet she had no
worries. Ken would collect them all after work.

Marcus begged to go to the market but it was something I could not agree
to. Ken had spoken to Rose and they both agreed that if there was anyway I
could arrange it then Marcus would be allowed providing the lorry was never
driven by him upon the road. That was their way of saying he had to behave
then do the right thing.

Both parents seem to agree that Marcus was getting on better at school so
he deserved a treat. Billy was happy at being alone or with a new friend
who had rabbits that he played with. Well at the end of the day I said I
would collect Marcus after the barn was ready for tomorrow. It was going to
be an early start so did anyone mind if He stayed over night? The family
were getting use to being around others so were happy just as long as their
son felt the same.

Bag in hand I collected him later that evening. Marcus had a plan but I had
to go about this his way. The sight of him running to me for that ever
secret kiss was something that made me smile. I could have taken him in the
hall right there. The boy could read so he knew what was expected from
him. It was not what I expected, after all this was new to me as him yet he
could sense the right thing to do. We had one ritual that was followed. We
both took a bath before we ate not watching each other but clearly wishing
that we could.

Marcus was never caught, but he went to the library in town to read up on
what his Uncle was going to teach him but also now what he had learned with
me. He had recommended doing this. I never asked for passion but he was
almost like an explosive device that was about to go off. I never spoke to
anyone about my mystery feelings, even the pigs I fed every morning, never
had any knowledge that the owner of them had mysterious, loving feelings
for a boy that had just visited his farm a short time ago.

I walked with Marcus setting the humane traps for the vermin. Small wooden
fences surrounded the plants to protect them from the slugs and snails. I
took a blanket for the hide while a basket of food would do for when we got
hungry. It was so normal to walk hand in hand to the small bushes that had
been set for the hide. It was as though it was an action that we did almost
all the time. Far from the house and far away from any eyes that might
look, it was something private that I never really thought about, that was
until I was with Marcus.

Nan's old thick blanket covered the straw while a cotton sheet covered the
blanket. The door was covered and fixed but you could hear anyone coming to
you so there was no problem. This was the first time we used the Hide at
night, well dusk but it seemed practical. It was nice to see the young lad
looking out expecting to see something happen when I knew it would be
quiet.

I figured that holding him would cause no problem but I had vowed to be
honest with him and myself by telling him the truth about how he was making
me feel after the short time of knowing him. The darkness covered his looks
so I had second thoughts. I would be unable to see any reaction he made,
well or bad.

"Ray, why did you bring me out here? It looks like we cannot see a thing so
would it not have been better during the day?"

"Marcus sometimes in life you do not have to be able to see. Just by
feeling around, you get to know if things are going to be safe."

The small flap that we could look through was pulled down. It was now
complete darkness. " Ray why did you not just say what you had in mind?"

"Marcus just because I feel that way, it does not mean that you would have
the same feelings. If only my loving friend, you knew just how you make me
feel. Next week I was going to tell my 6 pigs that until then I have never
spoken about you to anyone."

"Of course I feel the same. I have done since you thought about holding
me."

"How did you know that?"

"The room started to get hot. What did you want to do? The covers are
comfortable so you will have to tell me Ray?"

"Marcus I am scared to ask just in case it brings our friendship to an
end. The last time anything happened was when you called to see me. It was
wrong to feel like I did about a boy, however, I found, my way, with your
help and I found passion. Imagine what would happen if people came in here
and we were, you know. "You mean undressed." "Yes. It does not matter how I
feel I am worried what other will say."

I did lie well. I break promises. I should have just told him the
truth. Even I knew what we had done was wrong yet the feelings inside made
me want him even more

That was the moment we both fell back on the covers finding each other's
lips. "You want to undress me Ray I have a lamp just right for this."

A gentle glow shined out from the corner. I asked him, "Would you let me?
Outside? In this place?"

I could see the nod and that was enough for me. I remember the coat with
the hood that he had on before. Underneath his tee shirt was easy to take
off as the top. I sat him down. I held tight while I moved around his
shorts. Under the leg, now that was easy. I did not need to speak but I
could feel him rise. The elasticated band slipped down. I fumbled a bit
till Marcus was in his pants.

 "My turn." In the light I could see that he was wearing dark coloured
pants. He began the task of undressing me so amateurish. He said he took
the pants he was wearing so that if we did get up to anything they would
not get dirty and be seen. He got me to the state he was in then asked,
"Will you be my lover?" It was a strange request from a boy of eleven but
my answer was just as bad. "Only if you promise to be mine?" It was quiet
before I heard, "I thought you knew that I already was Ken."

It was warm in the hide, the light helped. I loved taking his pants off
seeing what I had already begun. Poking slightly upwards I never was good
at maths, but he should have been pleased. Marcus did the same to me, I
watched his hands examine me then every hair. He climbed on top and I
remember what I said to him. I slipped him off then did something that said
more about the new me than I had recognised. I kissed every part of
him. From his toes, moving upwards, till I reached his head. The final kiss
was for the two teeth that seem to stick out from his lips. I took his
small firm penis then with my lips suckled on it. I pushing the skin down
till the small head was out from being hidden and covered in saliva. I
sucked, up then down, up then down. Strange sounds that I did not recognise
escaped from him. His body shook when the penis I held shook all on its
own. My head was held in place while he seemed to force more of himself
inside my lips.

The shaking over Marcus let go so that I could relax beside him. "I almost
shouted, Ken what happened to me?"

Well I suppose that I had taken advantage of the lad so it would do no harm
to tell him. I got more questions than I bargained for. But Marcus was no
coward. He did almost the same to me as I did to him. I warned him that if
I got the feeling like he had then being older I would produce the sperm we
had spoken of. "I had never taken sperm in my mouth Marcus. I have never
done things with a boy before. Not even a man. It will choke you."

That was the voice of my experience.

I was lying with a mouth doing its best not to bite me. I started to
believe that tiredness would prevail but I was wrong. I could feel the
inevitable coming. I told him but rather than move he held tight. When it
happened I held his head while I filled his young mouth then throat. It was
so long before I stopped but I expected him to spit it out at the
end. There was nothing to spit. He took it all swallowing without dropping
any. We spoke about what it was like; well I did most of the
talking. Marcus laughed saying that he believed that's what lovers did. I
wrapped us in the cover so that we did not get cold.

I heard the birds. I could see my watch. 1 a.m. I put Marcus's clothes in
the basket with mine then wrapped the blanket around him. Naked I carried
him to the house. We slept the rest of the night in my bed waking at 4-30am
ready for market. There was one difference when he woke he had grown
up. His body hugged better than ever. I saw him in the light of day. He was
so beautiful. He had some other clothing for the market. I loved to help
him get ready. Marcus remembered everything. Sandwiches with 2 flasks and
we had to go. One thing never changed, that was his shorts. He wanted to
keep them on for today. I never argued, we jumped into the lorry and began
the long drive to the market.



                                                    Marcus 3



It took three hours to get there. It was my first lone trip. I knew what to
ask and got almost treble. Some big restaurants were looking for top class
Strawberries. They paid top money for top class fruit. In less than 2 hours
I had sold the whole container. I took time to park up then had a real
drivers breakfast. Two eggs. Hash Browns. Bacon, Beans, 2 Fried slice,
Piles of toast then 3 mugs of tea. Did I get stuffed? It was not only I;
Marcus followed my lead and ate as if he had never been fed. "Mr? Do you
ever feed that son of yours?" We had a good banter but they were happy to
see him eat. Early morning starts do that to a body. Needs everything it
can get. I had done this once before to get the pigs so knew what to look
forwards to.

Marcus called home to tell them all the news I told rose that I had sold
every single punnet of strawberries. I said we would leave soon but she was
a bit upset that we could not get back earlier. She told me that with the
money she had earned she was going to get some school trousers for Marcus
and sports shoes for the boys. I told her I would do my best.

Just out of the market there was a clothing shop. They had good stuff. I
got the trousers for Marcus and some Nike sports trainers for Marcus and
Billy. I had to take the lads word on what size Billy was. I found some
farm clothing that fitted Marcus that would save his clothes he wore
getting ruined. I told Marcus that if he saw something he liked then that
was my treat for all his help.

""You mean it's for what I did last night."

I was very angry. I wondered just how he could think that. He picked a few
things so I added the package together. Being a trader I got a good
discount that I did not expect so I would have brought just Billy's shoes
for what I paid for everything, in a normal store. For the rest of the time
I was quiet. I watched Marcus scavenge just like my pigs. Soon we had to
go.

"Marcus in the lorry now."

It took a while before he asked what was wrong. To say nothing to someone
you love is a mistake.

"Now I know there is something wrong and I bet it all my fault."

It was his fault. Trying to explain brought guilt from me and that perhaps
he did not understand. He got closer to the door and watched the
countryside through the window.

"Ken please speaks to me."

I did not know what to say.

"I bet its all, the money you spent on the clothing for my brother and
I. Especially me. Mum tells me that I take advantage of people. I am so
sorry. You have been."

"Stop. I got the things for you because I wanted to. I care that much. Why
did you say that I did it all because of what you did last night? You told
me about your Uncle. I wont tell anyone but what you said hurt. I would
never do such a thing. I did that for love."

There was a long silence.

"Ken, that's the first time you ever said that you love me. I made a big
mistake. Saying sorry is not going to be good enough. When we get back I
will not bother you again. This time I have caused more damage than I can
ever put right."

"What do you mean this time?"

"Well, when I was young and could not read or write it was my fault so I
had to go to a special school. Billy is hit because he has a dummy for a
brother, that's why he likes being alone. Uncle was just beginning to like
me for who I was then he died, some said he did too much work for me after
his job. My parents had to move because they had to pay for me to go to the
school. They moved here so I could come home every night that helped. All
these things are because of me. What I was saying is that you got these
things because of how much you care. No one cares for me like you do. Mum
and dad have to rest while Billy stops moaning because they do not have to
do everything for me. I will give you everything but ask nothing in
return."

I saw the once confident boy shrivel to the boy I first saw. His strength
and power disappeared.

"So Marcus, if I asked you to do something's for me you would do it to put
this right?"

"Yes, yes, anything. Just ask, go on."

"I need time to think."

We drove to Mullets, a large farm suppliers to collect my pre arranged
order. We both sat while the goods were loaded then covered well with a
tarpaulin. It was almost 40 miles still to go. Just as we were about to
leave I turned to Marcus and said; " You can make this alright by never
coming to the farm again. I cannot go on with you knowing that all you
think about is me buying you things, because you let me do what you wanted
your uncle to do."

I saw the tears flow. These were tears of pain. "I will stay away."

"Marcus you know how you feel now well that's how hurt I was when you said
the wrong thing after I brought the things your mum needed. That pain will
take a long time to go away. I do love you but not for sex, I love you for
who you are. If you think I do things for you because of what happened last
night or before then the best thing for you to do is, stay away."

"Ken, does this mean you were joking and I have a choice?"

I tried to explain.

"Ken, I love you like no other. Mum and dad get the love they need, Uncle's
love was different. Your love is the real thing and I promise to think
before I make another mistake I know I am backwards so I will make mistakes
until someone like you can teach me what I need to learn. Because it was
wrong will you do one thing for me?"

I watched him take his knife from his pocket.

"Marcus no. I will not do what another did. It was bad so do not ask me
please."

"Ken, I want you to throw it away."

I did take it but wondered just how many times that thought of what his
Uncle did and what he had said would go through my mind. I changed the
subject by getting him to call his parents to meet us at the farm. In one
hour they would collect him to get the things needed. They beat us to
it. The car was there when we arrived.

"Hi Jack, well Rose who looks dressed to kill."

We all had a good laugh but it stopped after I threw the box to Jack. Rose
took out trousers, shirts then Billy went mad shouting "Nike's" Marcus
showed Rose his and she was at a loss. I told her that all her Fruit had
sold well so it was a bonus for the good work. We had gone past the right
shop at the right time. Remembering what she had said the boys' things were
the bonus and the money she earned was all her very own. Jack shook my hand
and I thought it would come off. I got a big hug from Rose who demanded the
boys do the same. Billy did a quick one but his interest was in his
Nike's. He did get angry with Rose when she refused to allow him to put
them on, This got a show of anger that his father dealt with just as
quick. Marcus shook my hand then gave me a hug. I looked at him smiling. I
gave the boys the one-piece nylon suits. To play in for Billy and the farm
for Marcus

I almost fell over when both Billy and Marcus took everything off except
their pants and fitted the suits on. Great fit. The clothes they took off
were bundled up by Billy, folded by Marcus then put in the bag the clothes
came from.

"This is cause for a celebration. Home brew for jack and I maybe some wine
Rose?"

We all sat down, I was tired after today.

Rose asked me what was to be done before Monday? "Well I must get all the
punnets along the rows. I guess I may not get them all done but that's what
called hard work for the farmer."

"Well I suppose Marcus can give you a hand tomorrow after he gets up, We
have to visit family to invite them for a housewarming next weekend."

"That would be great. In fact Marcus you can start now. You are dressed and
you can change when you are done."

"Mum can I stay overnight to help pay for my shoes? They are very expensive
so I would like to do something. The cousins are all girls and I will not
put make up on again."

Rose had a good laugh; she asked if it would be okay. I agreed saying that
his attitude was very responsible for a boy of his age.


We all sat drinking while I allowed Marcus to pile 3 stacks of 12
punnets. I called him across. "You have the whole of the shed to do so that
will take you all night. I think that I might have a way to help." I stood
up then reached into my pocket. "Marcus catch."

A single key flew through the air. He caught it with a great big smile of
success. I pulled the tarpaulin from the lorry then dropped the rear flap.

"Ken it's a tractor."

Yes Marcus, You know what? The key you have should fit it and that means
you now have your own farm machine."

Rose went mad but calmed down after I explained that it was a small engine
size so he could do no harm. Marcus was already off with the pallets in
tow. "Marcus have you seen its name?"

The parents cringed at me but were left speechless when the tractor came
over. "Mum its called Marshal A1. Marcus Mobile Conveyer."

"Can you read mum and dad the licence to drive on a farm. We had the deal
with the big tractor but now you have your own."

I watched as even Billy listened to Marcus read. For 10 minutes he was
almost word perfect. The one word he was stuck on was kerosene. We agreed
that petrol would do so I gave him a pen and they all watched him changed
the words. The letters were far from perfect but it could be said that he
was a child that could be taught. Watching him drive I told them how we had
taken time to practise. Then write. Rose said, "In 20 minutes I have seen
more from my son than in the 4 years he had been at that special school." I
took no responsibility because all I did was give him the chance.

"Well you and he must have something because the school said he was
unteachable. Only one other person tried to help but that's a long story."

"You mean your brother Rose?"

Rose was not surprised to hear that I knew. "My brother had a way with
children so he offered to help Marcus. It seemed to be working when one day
he took his life. He was caught with a young girl, rather than face charges
he took an overdose. Did Marcus say anything had happened between them?" I
said no but he missed him. That was the end of that.

>From the bottom of the field the tractor rumbled its way up to the barn
and stopped. Marcus closed and double locked the door. The Alarm was on and
he had finished. He had already done half so it was quite remarkable
considering he had got the mini tractor today. He would complete the task
tomorrow

Rose decided it was time to go and thanked me for the things; she could not
accept that it was her who had earned them. Billy wanted to stay but I told
him that he could come another time and help pick the cherries. He liked
the thought of getting money. Jack was quiet, he contemplated how to say
thank you but we shook hands just as old friends would. I closed the gate
and I took Marcus inside to get a drink. I locked up then found him right
next to me.

"I am so sorry. I will make you a drink."

I said I would grab a bath. Water hot I slipped in and enjoyed the heat
that went through me. Marcus brought my gown and said, "Is there room for 2
in that bath?" I said that it depended on who it was. "After what I did I
think anyone but me? Even Billy would be with you after what you did."

"Come to me Marcus and lets try this all over again. You want to come in? I
think you better get undressed don't you?"

I watched the smile return to his face. His clothing was put on to wash
while the one-piece farm suit was ready for the morning. I felt a shiver
when his flesh touched mine. I used the soap to wash us. In the bath we
became closer and cleaner than before. Even with soap running from our hair
we kissed as if we were both saying sorry. I could not help but shake when
my hair was washed. I got an erection fast but the soapy hands almost
stopped what was a wonderful feeling. I did the washing now but was
surprised and happy to see some small tufts of hair forming with the
soap. Marcus wanted the hug and the water made it so special. By accident
he pulled up close and I was being squeezed between the cheeks of his
bottom. I reached round to prevent what could so easily have happened. I
moved my penis away but a finger slipped into him with the soaps help. He
never said a word. No complaints, no emotion. Up and down his back then
inside. His kisses had become better after every one. Now they had matured
so that when my finger was inside he opened so that we both allowed our
tongues to examine what each other had. I started at the neck and started
to go down again but this time Marcus guided something other than a finger
to the clean hole. I watched his face contort when he sat up finding
himself impaled fully. I asked him what he was doing?

"Do not be upset but I hoped that one day this might happen. I am sure
Uncle would have because I saw him doing it to another boy."

 I told him not to worry.

 "I could never do that. I watched him and Billy. He cried a bit but he
told me it was going to be fine."

There I was doing to Marcus what had already happened to Billy but Billy
did it to get things from his now dead Uncle. Marcus was doing this because
he wanted to. I made the comment that I got to get my moneys worth after
all I had done for him that day. No more movement he just looked at me.

"Did what I say hurt you as much as what you have just said to me?"

I tried to explain that I loved him and would buy him the world but not for
what is happening now. We both agreed that this was the moment that we both
realised that we did love each other greater than anyone would know or
should.

That night I watched while I allowed Marcus to caress my penis. He was no
expert but after seeing what I did to him he smiled when the climax I felt
was stronger than many before or since. The sperm "Sprayed like a hose." So
he said. Marcus was covered in as much of it as I. I managed to get him to
accept the feeling in return. His body was becoming well use to the effect
that a boys first few orgasms had him feel.

Just before I went to sleep I looked at the naked boy asleep by my side. I
had only begun to think it was strange that I had feelings for him but now
I did not know what I would do if I ever lost him.




                                                Marcus 4



Well the Strawberries had been collected and I made an offer to the schools
to come to the farm. The three schools I knew had the invitation to come
and finish off the strawberries with some milk or cream. It was my first
attempt at being a host to so many. 64 children all came. They each were
bringing a bowl so that they could collect strawberries and add a touch of
cream. Knowing them as well as I did myself they would pick one for the
dish while eating two extra. The bowls came back for cream and the owners'
mouth was covered in the juice and remnants of the strawberries they
thought they could sneak off with. I did not mind. The year was worth 6
times as much for the crop than the previous one.

Rose had become a bookkeeper for the pickers so I found a little car that
was not great but would allow her the freedom to do things in her own time
rather than walk. We all had a party to end the season then 2 weeks later
the cherries would need picking. I told her about the car and how it was a
gift for the hard work done and work to do. Jack was pleased for her. He
had been upgraded through all the hard work at the foundry so their lives
had become more solid than they had ever been. I spoke to a local school
about Marcus and they agreed to take him on a trial. The trial never ended.

I managed with Jacks help to get Billy a bike for his birthday. He did the
paying I just got it from the store when I went to deliver the
produce. Things were quite busy so I was glad to have the chance to have
Marcus for the whole weekend. His parents took Billy to see a Museum but it
was not Marcus's thing. He was told to stay and they would have a weekend
away for the first time in 4 years.

"Ray, its me. Can I ask a favour of you? I have a friend called Neil. He
lives in the city and loves the countryside. Could you find a space for him
to come and stay with us this weekend?"

The conversation went about the good or bad reasons that he could
come. "What if he sees something Marcus or even catches us together?" I
loved the "Better make sure he wont," answer. Rose did the spadework and
the boy's mother met up with Rose at the farm. She was happy but like Rose
was worried because Neil was a difficult child at reading and writing. That
was the place where Marcus and he met.

Well it was done and sorted. I collected Marcus then drove to collect
Neil. He was a little taller than Marcus but they never stopped talking. No
sooner than they were at the farm Marcus took Neil to change. I went for a
drink when I got a surprise kiss from Marcus who had finished changing
first. It was my entire fault. I had not seen him in a while so held him
that bit to long. The kiss was still happening when Neil stepped in on
us. I was going to laugh it off but Marcus took the key from the hook and
promised Neil a ride around the farm. They both looked so clean in the
overalls, that was until one of the pigs escaped and we all three spent
almost an hour trying to get it back in its sty.

It took a hose outside to clean all the mud off of us. Marcus got spare
suits and I took the dirty things for washing. Just as the machine started
I remembered that both boys changed outside but I had never looked. I made
some tea and took a basket to the hide. It was much lighter so we got a
great view over the ploughed field that once held the Strawberries.

I did not know if it mattered but I found Marcus leaning against me. I
wished we were alone.

"You mind if I show Neil around before it get so dark that we cannot see
anything?"

I sort of said yes being that they were almost at the flap.

"While we are away I asked Neil to write this so you new all about him."

I was given an exercise book that contained all the words of Neil's
choice. There before me was a complete disclosure of the circumstances
about his learning to read and write. The teacher, well it was clear who
that was.

I held the complete graphic account of the happenings. Words still not
spelt correctly but a damming account of how he had be persuaded to let
this man do things as a treat for correctly pronouncing, then reading words
of his choice. The vivid account of the day he removed his school uniform
to allow him a better contact with him. No part of the story said he
objected to what happened. He spoke about all his favourite parts then also
his feeling when the deceased man was not there any more to continue what
was to him a great deal of fun. He had similar feelings to Marcus about
missing the part that was promised to be the best. He could not have been
clearer about what they did. His description of the man's hand inside his
underwear was vivid enough even with a word completely wrong. He was happy
to allow it to happen. I tried so hard to figure out just what made Neil do
it. Was he just overwhelmed with getting the words correct or was it just
even simpler? Did he like what happened. He did say that it was all -normal
so that further investigations were needed and like Marcus no further
actions took place.

12 years old. Clothed in the items purchased, obtained from shops were
staff would greet everyone with Sir or Madam. A store had a policy that was
never written but clear. "If you have to ask how much an item is then you
are in the wrong place."

He was dressed as if he was made to look good. So smart, you could almost
see a glow surrounding him when he arrived. I wondered if that what had
been seen to get this man to do what he wanted.

The story contained no words that described force or something that you
could read that said Neil did all what he did for any other reason accept
his own desire. Yes a boy having the desire to allow a man the control so
that he hypnotised him to remove his uniform for something other than
games. Clearly this had been written for his own purpose. It would have
been destroyed and the people, boys that are involved, would have been
questioned to find out if they had done the same thing. The one part that
gave me concern was how he felt about having no one to go to. Forget the
reading he wanted to play the games. Mum kissed him goodbye when she left
but his only contact, hidden forever, unless you read this book was the man
who had found something in some boys that excited them enough to agree to
read while they dare to be naked at the same time was just easy and caused
no concern.

The final paragraph concluded the book so well, "My friend promised me
something that other boys or children would never have. I was told when he
would show me, but he had gone. I had done my part. It was so much fun. I
wish I could have had that one-day to receive the reward for doing what I
guess no other child had done. I think it was shock because when I left I
blurted out that I loved him. I guess that he did not feel the same. I will
now go to a school where I will read with others. I wont have time for
study with friends. I will never forget what happened, I would wish for
that time again. I know that the 4 boys who were helped all did the same
but I was to be the one."

I finished under the light of a lamp. I could hear the boys returning. It
had been over an hour. I wondered if I should mention the spelling or even
the seriousness of its content. It was Marcus who said, "See, I told you."
when he got back. I corrected his pronunciation. I gave the book to Neil
who placed it in his bag with some speed. I was looked at, expecting to
make a comment. I was left dumb being that I was at a complete loss at what
to say.

It was Marcus that asked Neil why he took his uniform off? He asked because
he never had one to take off. I believed that this was something that maybe
was between them, so being the intruder I should leave. I had to listen to
Neil say that he wanted to. I was not sure that I should be the one to
listen. My question of "Why did you never tell your mum?" was looked upon
with rejection. "Do you think she would like to have heard that her son
wanted to go with a man who was helping her son read but he did this his
way? I did not mind but I do think she would."

Neil was upset believing that I was just another of the people who would be
angry about the way things happened. I turned up the lamp to see tears. It
reminded me of Marcus but I could not remember how I calmed him down when
he told his story. I had already got Neil's story free from worry and
care. It was the words that seem to shout at me next I did not expect.

"Sir if you were to help me read then would it be the same. Should I remove
my uniform or what would you expect from someone like me?"

Marcus held Neil's hand. "I took my play clothes off but it was
different. I know how I felt."

For a while I listened to the secret promised never to be spoken of shared
between the two boys. I was pleased to hear that Marcus was so happy with
what we had done. The love he had found. Neil questioned what made his
actions different to Marcus yet he called it love while Neil never had a
name. He did it for the man. He did it because he enjoyed it. Marcus did
not argue but used the fact that he openly removed his uniform without
being asked before any attention was given.

Marcus was leaning back against me as he spoke. Neil did listen. They had a
good talk about what the special moment was. So much was said while I just
listened. Marcus reached across to Neil then whispered to him. Several
sounds mumbled the insecurity of the quiet conversation. It was a long time
after, that I was told that both boys were getting cold. We made our way
back to the house.

I watched both boys run to get in before me so that left all the locking
up, alarm switching to be done. It was almost a good end to the day. I made
up my mind to ask Neil to bury the book he had tried to write after it was
burned. It could be mixed with the compost and then that part of his life
was something best forgotten.

I heard that Tea was being made so I should rest but remove my boots before
I went through. I smiled because that's what I always said. I shouted that
I would get a quick bath before drinking my tea. Between the water and soap
I could hear the boys talking. It was clear they were friends but it had
happened for the right reasons but with the wrong man.

I managed to get in my chair when my mug containing tea was delivered. It
was in the shape of a pig, my cup, but even though hard to drink from I
never got the heart to throw it away. Marcus was happy sitting on the
floor. I was drinking when Neil came in. I got the surprise. He was dressed
in his uniform that he went to school in. Marcus looked at me then decided
to take a bath.

"This is what I had my lessons in all that time ago. I was told I looked
very smart." He was. The striped jacket combined with the shorts, add shirt
and tie then you had the perfect dressed boy. Right for the school he went
to with a mother who could be proud of him.

"I was told that if I asked you a question you would give me a truthful
answer. We are together for a while, do I sit or shall I take the uniform
off?"

I heard a voice shout, "Ken don't worry about me. It was my idea."

I looked at Neil coming towards me, "Well I am not sure. What would you
want to happen? This I cannot make my mind up alone on. I guess that I have
one choice to make, stay then you do whatever you want if it will help, or
send you off to get a bath. We can always talk more but it is something
that is not easy to make."

Neil was next to me, "I am going to stay so either its you who does it or
me. I am not afraid. For the first time in a long time I feel good with
you. Marcus told me that you would be able to help me if you want."

His eyes were sharp in deep blue. His hair was light but not blond. To say
he was a picture of trust was clear. I thought I was mad when I gave him a
slight hug asking him if he was really sure about doing what he asked. No
matter how many words came from him the two that meant to me were, "yes
affirmative."

The moment I said that I was not sure but would see how it went Neil
started to show emotion. Like Marcus a single tear fell from his right eye,
it reached his lips then ran along the space between them. I was such a
fool, not for saying yes but because I could not get his jacket button, the
first one, open. I got some help then the rest were easy. Taking the jacket
off Neil he took it and laid it carefully as if it was one of the most
precious items he owned. The shorts had a belt that was connected with a
clasp made by NASA or some very special scientific minds. It took help from
Neil to show me how that worked. I did something easy, his tie. The shirt
buttons were 9 in number all mother of pearl. Like silk they slipped open
so that the material just fell over his shoulders. He folded that. I made a
mistake by tugging at the button of his shorts to find that it was just
there for smartness. There was a hook that opened them. I began to shake. I
took the button fly open. I held him then saw over his shoulder his shorts
hit the floor.

"I think you better finish."

Neil removed them followed by his socks. With them folded the pile was
almost complete. He never asked. Neil climbed into my lap. His underwear
was neither pants nor shorts. They were a combination of both, tight with
the touch of the same material I got for the boys to play in, Nylon. Lime
green. I thought that a strange colour but now I could see him almost
naked. I could feel that feeling inside me that I had only ever known with
Marcus

"Ken how does it feel to be with me? I never got the chance to ask
before. If it is good then you had better finish. I do not want to move. I
guess you think I am strange because most boys of my age would be looking
to find a girl but I have been looking for a man. Just when I think I have,
something happens that stops it working. The first time I was told what I
could look forward to was the last because you know he passed away. I was
looking forwards to that day."

I stood him up but he held onto my neck. From the top I pulled the
underwear down. He stepped out of them. I had to unlock the hold because I
wanted to get the first look of what I had started to want then care
about. My fingertips stroked him from his head to the short hair above the
small semi erect penis that was getting bigger just as I remained still. It
happened. We had that first kiss. Through one eye I could see Marcus
watching us. He was standing in his pants smiling while I had control over
his friend. I did not realise how far Neil had gone before until I had two
hands open my gown.

I took his hand then led him towards Marcus. We all went to the bedroom. I
was hoping to take his remaining pants away so that both boys were like me
naked. I managed to touch every inch on each boy both back and front. I let
them do what they wanted. Neil watched in silence as Marcus took me in his
lips. Clearly never having done it, when Marcus stopped to breath Neil took
over. I remember the teeth I had to control so gave another lesson. We
passed on messages of love to each other and we did talk quite a lot to
confirm if a man could fall in love with a boy. It was okay then if a boy
fell in love with man.

It was decided that although it could not accepted by their parents, even
mine for that matter, we agreed that we were in love. Together I stroked
their penises for several minutes. Marcus came, still dry but with greater
feeling than ever before. Neil, well he was the first boy I brought to his
very first climax that spurt clear fluid. Less than half a spoonful it was
running down into the almost unseen hair. I relaxed. One boy either side
with a leg crossing mine. I held them tight. Neil tried but it was Marcus
that forced the eruption from me. He took some on a finger so did Neil. I
watched them share a small amount of what they made me produce.

After we got cleaned up I let them rest. I got Neil's clothing folded it
again then put it in his bag. In the bag was an open letter hidden inside
his book.

"Neil I know you will not understand but I read your book. I hope that
Marcus's friend will help you answer the questions that you may have still
to answer. Your teacher who helped you was wrong for what he did but by
saying that I would be saying you were wrong also. Son if the road you go
on ends up with you finding that another person of the same sex is best for
you then you have all my love to go ahead and be happy.  I cannot guide you
in any way even though I am your mother."

I went back to bed. The next morning I did as was my way and helped both
boys dress. Our last day was full of love. I made him a promise that he
could come back again but he told me what he had already told Marcus. He
was going to move so would be far away to make it again, but a holiday
might be arranged. That afternoon on his final day I got both boys in
bed. Marcus chose to lock up then check the traps.

"Neil you know the place you were going to go with Marcus uncle? Well would
I be any good to take you there?"

One word and the 30 minutes alone gave me the answer. "Yes."

Naked I coated his bottom in gel from the bathroom. I pushed as much as I
could into him. He rested on the pillow while I took my erection pointing
its head to the hole. I was gentle when I pushed. The head just slipped
in. I held still realising that today I was going to be a virgin taking
another. With just even power I was going in further on each thrust. Soon I
was all the way inside. The comment about my hair tickling him was clear
about that. I pulled back. He thought I was taking it out. Neil begged me
not to lifting his head so that I could see the top of it. I followed his
request. In an out several times until I heard one scream, "HARD."

I did it as hard as I could then started to flow into him. He could feel
the heat but was desperate for more. I soon was soft so slipped out but I
turned him over then sucked on his hard penis. I fingered the hols hearing
the squelching noises. Neil shouted again when his penis deposited the
small fluid that tasted all of boy. I wiped him up then turned him over to
rest. I was wiping myself when Marcus came in.

"You took him to the place he wanted to go then?"

I never dressed but Marcus did, we sat in the chair understanding what lay
ahead. "Ray when that moment happens for us I will know that what can be
found between a man and a boy will be true.

It was quiet. We had a hug that night but that's all. The next day Neil
said his own goodbyes leaving the book behind. His mother said he looked
different, "Must be the country air." The boys agreed to meet over a
holiday. Rose and Jack had a good time while Billy told us all about the
paintings he saw. Rose left me a letter and the farm was all-quiet.

"Ken thanks again for everything. I better tell you that after the cherries
are picked it will be Marcus's 12th birthday. I think he would love nothing
more than to have it on the farm. Is this possible? I will of course pay
for everything. We are going to buy him a bike being that he will now be
like the other boys but apart from that, well lets chat soon. You take
care. Marcus will have exams in 2 weeks, his very first so fingers crossed.

2 week before I saw him again I did the one thing I always did to take my
mind off the long wait. I went to the Auction.



                                       Marcus 5



Jolly was going to arrange the party with Rose so I gave her Carte Blanc on
how much to spend. Invites for as many or as few as Marcus wanted were
made. Jolly was a dab hand with some icing and a cake so a cake in the
shape of his tractor would be made. I had already decided on being
impetuous so getting him a gift that was so far from his own parent's
thoughts made me worry that they might begin to wonder about our
relationship.

The 2-week went so slow. I saw my parents for some advice then was told,
"You are mad." It seem I had heard that before. The farmland was for sale
at the back of mine. It was a Hop Garden of 20 Acres. You had to take 20
pigs that seem to come with it. I began to wonder if pigs came with a farm
like roofs with a house. The guy wanted out, he had just taken enough. I
had a go on the 10-foot stilts being that was part of hop farming. Yes, so
I fell but they had good people that worked there. The hops were already
sold so profit was guaranteed.

I brought it lock, stock and barrel. Still 21 and I owned 70 Acres of land
that you could do anything with. I listed that we had all the staff
including the two foremen, 1 for each farm but the thought of asking Rose
to do the extra bookwork was not something I looked forwards to.

Why did I buy it? Well after a certain time I got a gift. The steel works
plus money or just money. Strange? Not really. The gift had been set since
I was 10 but I had only become aware of it less than 2 years ago.

I chose the money knowing that the steel works could be sold at any time
and I was entitled to 25%. I wont go into how much I got but with what I
was doing I thing you can see it was no small amount.

There was a message to call Rose when I got a moment. 2 days to the party
and 2 days till I saw Marcus.

"Hello Ken. Can I come and see you today?"

This was important. I had the bike but Rose was something of a stickler for
accuracy. Of course being I was at home she arranged to come over straight
away. I heard the car quite quickly when she was driving over the hill to
my farm so put the kettle on to sooth her because extra work was never
anyone's good news.

"Hi Rose tea is almost ready."

Sorry Ken we need to talk. Can we take a walk?"

Something was wrong.

"I told Marcus about his party so that we could arrange invitations. He was
very happy at being able to ask his new friends. I asked him if that would
be all right? He was more excited than normal. How do I know, well I got a
very large hug while he told me that he loved me. He let slip that you were
kind but he knew that would be okay because he loves you as well."

I could feel the bile start to come forth. The secret was out.

I spoke to Jack and I am afraid he took over. He told Marcus that he only
knew about his mothers love and it was friendship he had with you. For
thirty minutes he told us both about his feelings for you. He was
descriptive enough so we fully understood. After Jack and I spoke, we
realised that he had described exactly was Jack and I felt when we were at
school. Look what happened to us. We had a slight fight because Marcus told
us that his feelings were his and nothing to do with us. The matter we
spoke about brought my brother, his uncle back to mind. We were told the
full truth. We thought that it was enough; Marcus made it clear that his
love for you was special. If at anytime we."

"I understand Rose."

"No you do not. What is your feeling towards my son?"

"In all my life I believed that I had been asked the silliest, hardest,
most awkward and downright blunt questions. Well today I have been asked
something that is so easy to answer yet the consequences would be grave."

"Ken thank you for not telling me a lie. If you had then my son would have
the real problem."

"Rose I do not see it as a problem. Illegal?  Unnatural? An offence? From
what I understand your brother was a forcing element with not only
Marcus. You want complete honesty? I have nothing to hide. We get on so
well. I cared at first but it soon turned into love. I have only wanted
good for him"

"Ken please listens. After hours of tears no matter what we did we could
not keep him away from you. What would he think of us by getting the police
involved? It is easy to see just how much we would be hated. For whatever
reason we have decided to do nothing. We will allow your friendship and
love to carry on. Marcus will be 12 in 2 days. We hope that a girl will
take his eye, I cannot believe I am saying this, Jack and I both agree that
if he finds you happier to be with than a girl then its agreed. You must
promise to do the same, as we will, we all have to tell him not to tell
anyone at all. His school friends must never ever know. Billy wont be long
until he notices something, I do not know about that?"

I looked at Rose, "It can always be said that Marcus is learning the farm
trade because his reading and writing is not good enough for a specialised
job. He could even become an apprentice."

Here I was scheming with the boy's mother just so that her son and I could
carry on having a relationship but from this moment it would be open for
them to know. Of course I never mentioned bed neither did she but it was
clear that the boy would never be hurt or things would change. We had the
tea. Jack turned up because Rose was late. Rose was about to say something
when Jack said, "Stop. I do not want to know. The less I do the better. All
I need is a yes or no. Will my son be safe?" Rose hugged him "Yes."

Rose was about to leave. "The worst part about all this is tomorrow. He
takes the exams. I may have done some good for his heart but his confidence
has taken a battering." I said I would call to wish him luck but was told
that they would speak to him then he can call you. "My last thought is if I
should get him some clothes to keep here?  I will guess he will get the
permission to come and see you a lot more often."

I gave her a hug then shook Jack's hand. He was not that enthusiastic but
seemed relaxed.

"Ken, I now understand why you always said that between your visits it was
a long time, but time would soon go. Perhaps from now on it will be me that
says that. I guess it will all work out."

I took another walk. I could never believe that my attraction to Marcus was
going to become something real. I doubt that he would tell his parents the
full extent of our relationship. Billy was the link that had to be
tamed. If he thought the wrong thing then he would shout away about what he
thought.

I got the call at about 8pm. Marcus was so sad at breaking his promise. He
did not realise that his small statement would cause so much trouble. "Mum
said that you have something to say. I had to listen."

I told him all about the visit. I even said that I had broken my promise by
telling his mum and dad about him and I. I told him they had agreed to
allow it to continue but from this day the rules had to be kept. I could
hear the resulting combination of happiness and tears. I told him he had to
try hard on his first ever exams because it would show that he had been
trying hard for them. "I thought they would tell the police like they were
going to about Uncle before he died. I never thought I would see you
again."

I sent my love and gave him a kiss over the phone. I got several in return.

That was a night fraught in dreams of a nature I hope I never had ever
again. Jolly came with coffee because I was late, for that I was very
grateful. The kitchen was full of everything needed for a party. Her friend
had made a pig that was going to be hung up then beaten to get out some
things. I assumed sweets, you know. Over 500 cakes all of a different kind
were made, 6 jellies, sausage rolls, sandwiches and goodie bags with
balloons to take home. It took us all day to set the place up covering
everything just in case of rain even though we had two large tents protect
things from the sunlight.

Being a busy day I had an early night because of the bad night before. I
was resting but worried. I had not heard about the exams. No call saying
bad, it was good no nothing. I wondered if he had told another person
accidentally about us then the hell to come was on its way.

It was 7pm the doorbell rang. "Hello I have a parcel for a Marcus at this
address. I guess it's his birthday? 5 Letters so I guess that it's a bad
day for bills?"

No bills, just offers of farm machinery. One letter was from Neil. "Hello
Ken, I am sending this parcel for Marcus to you. Can you give it to him so
that he will open it alone? It's a bit saucy so I have done it this
way. Love to you both Neil."

I jumped in the bath then got help from my foreman to get everything done
in double quick time. We had a private word early. He had a terrible laugh
so keeping a secret was near enough impossible for him to do. I gave him a
letter that he had to give me when the party was at its end.




                                          Marcus 6



It was 1 am when the cars began to arrive. I was worried that I had not
made enough space for them all. Rose was the last to arrive so I got her to
take over with Jolly not far behind. The noise was like a pop
festival. Every scrap of food, cake, fruit and drink was consumed in 2
hours. Marcus was having a great time. I sat with jack and got us some home
brew. He was like me just ready for it. We even chatted about a few days
back when he never wanted to get involved. He was proud to give his son the
bike, Marcus was even happier to receive it. Jolly gave out the bag of
goodie then started to clear up. His friends were a nice bunch and they all
said thank you without being prompted by a parent. When the last friend had
gone I went to get Jack a refill.

"Ken, Ken. I got you a birthday present." I laughed telling Marcus mine was
a long way off. He gave me a large brown envelope. I took the drinks out
then sat with everyone. I had some home brew ready to swallow, I didn't. I
spat it on the ground. I held the exam results. Results in the 6 tests in
reading and writing. Marcus had passed every one. Three adults smiled while
Marcus blushed. I went on a bit praising him. Billy got his 2 exams right
so he deserved a cheer as well.

"Sorry I did not tell you last night but I wanted to do it today. I just
wanted to grab him and kiss him. I think it was the imaginary glue that was
holding me on the chair did the trick.

"Boss, sorry but this letter came this morning. I forgot to give it to you
with all this going on."

It was the time. "Oh well do not worry I deal with it now."

I waited a while after opening it, "John, did you bring your van? I knew he
did not. (So far so good.) "Rose can I ask a big favour? I have to get to
the auction house this evening. 2 hours to be precise. Its 20 miles away
and I have been drinking. You can take my wagon. Wait. There is always a
fun fair at the auction how about we all go and make an evening of it?"

Mention funfair and its always a dead cert for kids. A well-filled Jack was
game. Rose just wanted to help and get me to the auction. "John you do the
locking up and leave the large barn open for the pigs that I hope to get."

Rose agreed and took it easy in a wagon she had never driven. We could see
the funfair and had an hour to kill before the auction. We all went up,
down, round, zigzag and finally most of us had a good fall from the biggest
bouncy castle I had ever seen. It was called Everest. Even the party left
space for the ice cream, candyfloss. Toffee apples then drink galore.

The horn sounded for the Auction. We got in early but stood near the
middle. Farm animals galore went past. I got Billy to help me get some
Saddleback pigs. He was good at waving my flag. The auctioneer said "Sold
Blue flag." Billy went mad he looked about to make sure everyone knew who
did the buying. I was pleased so we were all making our way out. I heard
something that I had been waiting for.

"Billy you were very good. I will call the biggest pig Billy he will be the
boss." I teased Marcus about how good Billy was. Marcus grabbed the flag
and waved it high in the air. "Sold for £375,000 pounds to the blue
flag."

I looked, Rose turned, and Jack covered his eyes and asked for the beer
tent. "Marcus what did you do that for?" said Rose. I told them I would
sort it out. I was gone for just a few minutes. "Do not worry it happens
all the time."

Rose drove us back home with the pigs in tow. We watched them dive for the
mud as soon as we let them out. "Rose was laughing, "Looks like Billy will
live up to his name." The biggest one was covered in thick mud. We all
looked at Billy who told us that he did not look like that. It was great to
hear the laughing. A big lorry arrived at the gate. "Marcus said, "Not more
pigs?"

"No Marcus it what you brought at the auction." Everyone looked at each
other while the lorry opened. A 2-year-old white mare was backed out from
the middle. "That is a beautiful sight." Said Jack.

John came out from the Barn taking a good look over it, "That's top class
Boss. Number 1 stall I take it? The vets hear to check him over." With
grace the horse proudly made its way to the barn. "Ken £375,000 pounds
for that. It must be something very special." We all watched her
disappear. "She is trained and ready for riding. I use to do that when I
was small. Now I got another farm I though it would be a good way of
getting about." Billy was next to his mum begging her that if he had to
have new shoes she would not go to the shop that nailed them to his feet."

It was worth a laugh. "Rose the reason it was so expensive is this."
Backing out from the lorry was a smaller horse. "Marcus since it's your
birthday then I guess she is yours." The yearling was brown with a white
tail.

Marcus looked at me then his parents. "Ken that's to much." I told Marcus I
started to ride at his age so now he could learn. One thing that was
important.  The horse had yet to be named. "It is a thoroughbred. I have
its mother she is called Steel Lady. So what's yours going to be called?"

Marcus was deep in thought when he went to the horse. Its head bent to him
and the contact was made. "I know I will call her Bouquet. She is as pretty
as mum." Rose was a lovely shade of red. She got an apple from a bag I had
then welcomed her to her home. "Boss we are ready for the yearling." Marcus
followed his horse. I called Billy. "Well young man I guess this one must
be yours." A small white pony was led out for everyone to see. "It's got to
be Lucy." No comment over that. I lifted him on her back and she was taken
into the barn. I signed the papers then the lorry left.

Marcus came running out with a certificate from the vet with his name on,
the yearlings name and a health card so that if it were ill he would be
covered for any treatment. "Mum, dad we have even got saddles. Ken, what
have I done to have a friend like you?" I told him it was his reading and
writing that had to be kept up. Billy came out saying he was a cowboy. I
made it clear that the horses and pony would have to rest for 24 hours so
they might be able to ride them after school on Monday. The Vet said that I
had got a great selection. "One thing Ken I bet they did not know that
Steel Lady was with Foal or it would have cost you almost double." It was
Billy who almost made everyone cry. "Hey mum looks like yours is being made
already."

Both parents thanked me Billy did try but he was showing me how I had made
him into a cowboy. Rose looked at Marcus; "Well I suppose you will be
staying the weekend? Shall we take your bike home with us?" They had a real
family hug then Marcus took his bag from the car. As they drove off slowly
I told Marcus that there was a parcel for him indoors. I checked on the
horses, it looked like some other things in my life do have a glow all
there own. It took a while that night for me to lock up. The up and coming
summer evenings would give so much enjoyment, I looked forwards to them.

It was 9-30 when I went in. "Just finishing taking a bath Ken. Shall I run
one for you?" I was thankful for the help and had a soak. Marcus said he
would make coffee. I got out and dried off. I could have gone straight to
bed but coffee might be a good idea. I sat in my chair almost falling
asleep until I saw who gave me the coffee. The parcel made things
clear. Marcus stood next to me in the same uniform that Neil had worn. That
had been his gift. To Marcus and I.

We never hid our true feelings tonight. "Neil said I should ask you to take
the uniform off, because it's better than me doing it alone. Is this
birthday the wrong time to ask you to take me to the place that I have also
been waiting to go?"

I took the jacket off happy that I remembered how it worked. Marcus folded
it up. The tie was white satin, the shirt with the 9 mothers of pearl
buttons, silver. I watched him fold. He sat down lifting each foot for me
to take each long sock off. He stood in front of me while I fought with the
belt and button fly made by NASA. His arms went around me when we
kissed. It was soft but touched every nerve. The hollow openings allowed
the tips of our tongues to have their own private battle. His warm breath
passed across me. I knew what was going to happen. The shorts hit the
floor.

I pulled back to see my Marcus in bright red underwear the kind like Neil,
just a different colour, they had a black shinny waistband that almost blew
my mind. He folded the shorts then climbed into my lap. "Ken I have never
felt so happy as I do now. Pull the undies away so I can show you
something." I did to see him fully erect. "You did this to me. Neil sent
this for you."

I had some gel with a note that said, "Enjoy." I stood Marcus up rolling
the underwear down till they fell to the floor. In 2 weeks everything had
grown except for a few hairs that still were hard to see. I carried him to
bed noticing 2 towels laid out. "Neil said it was a bit messy." I lay him
face down then started slowly squirting the gel into his hole. A finger was
hard for him to take so I knew this would be difficult. I was well greased
when I told him that this was to be the moment. With the skin back I held
close to his hole. I allowed my weight to drop on his back till suddenly
his skin gave way. The pillow covered the sound of pain as he shouted into
it. I was still. I kept tensing the muscle till it went further. It took 30
minutes till I was fully inside him. The cries of pain stopped then the
pleasure started. I pushed hard till I groaned emptying the sperm in his
stomach. It was a wonderful sensation. I was not getting soft this time but
I still got him over. I licked him then sucked while I continued
pushing. Marcus told me the time had come. He gave me several spurts of
sweet salty fluid finishing off with me filling him again. My boy had saved
his first seed for this special night, unknown it would happen.

Our bodies collapsed against each other. Many kisses followed. Marcus told
me that he was a man. The gel had done the job. Our life from that night
was something that it only ever written as fantasy. It was when Marcus told
me that fantasy had become his reality did I understand that today we could
not be parted.

I laughed when we went riding. He said he was being white washed on the up
steps then shaking on the down. Billy was quick to learn so most weekends
you could see us riding the range while the pigs just ate and got fat.

I did not need to teach Marcus again, if we wanted to we just did it and
that was often He kept his word no one ever knew, plus his work grew. Neil
came one summer holiday but he had his own friend.

Billy never had contact with me he found a girl who loved him for his
pony. Me, well Marcus almost like Neil kept a diary. You have been reading
it.

We both are now 16 years into our relationship. I love that uniform but I
guess he gets a funny look when a man of 28 asks for the shorts made by
NASA. Rose still does my books while Jack; well he runs the foundry for an
American firm that brought it from my parents. They play Bowls while I
still have my pigs. Billy has produced 300 piglets so far. I guess with a
name like that we got her name wrong.

I am asked if love can exist between a boy and a man or vies versa?  All I
can be is honest about is the following: When you are 21 and get give an 11
year old boy who wants only to be yours then the answer is yes.

Well I got to finish this, Billy's out again and if she gets with any of
the boars I guess we will have to buy more land to keep her happy.

Marcus and I are perfect, lets hope you can find that as well.


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