Date: Wed, 6 Jan 2010 17:09:26 -0800 (PST)
From: azkid61@yahoo.com
Subject: My Marty - Chapter 11

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DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional gay story depicting a homosexual
relationship between a young man and a boy; it is intended for adult
readers only. All characters are fictional and in no way related to any
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I have to thank Nifty for letting me find such an amazing site. That has
made me feel like I'm not alone in this world of dreams, while not accepted
by closed-minded people.

Love does not come in a prepackaged form, defined by a few over religious
groups, or others, too blind to see the true meaning of the word "LOVE."

The one that has been the most helpful in my writing trials, and has been a
great inspiration to me in all my endeavors has been Matthew Templar, my
editor. Thank you.

This chapter is for Doug, my soul mate. Thanks, Doug, for your friendship.

                       My Marty
                       Chapter 11

I sat there, just staring at the papers on the table, not knowing what to
do or say. Boy, things were starting to get a little complicated. I looked
at Cindy as she poured herself another drink. She said she had spent the
last two months getting things in order for Joey. I am so scared for Joey
and her. This is going to put him over the edge. I knew at that moment what
my purpose in life entailed. I would raise two boys, with all the love I
could give them.

She told me she had inoperable cancer, and that the doctors said she would
only have, at best, three months before she would need to be hospitalized
for the remainder of its course. I felt sick to my stomach and needed that
drink. I tried my best to keep her thoughts on the task of getting things
ready for Joey.

"Cindy, I will do whatever you want me to do. You don't need to worry about
Joey. And you know I am well off when it comes to finances. I promise you
from my heart, he will want for nothing."

"Wade, he loves you so much. But do you love him like he loves you? I mean,
do you find him attractive?"

'Man this was getting into a place I did not want to get into. How do I
tell her, I'm attracted to him? But my heart is Marty's, and he's an 11
year old boy.'

So I did the next best thing I could think of - I lied to her!

"Cindy, I already have someone in my life, and I've talked to Joey about
it. And he's okay with it."

"Oh, I'm glad. I don't even know what your sexual preference is. And you
are the only person in his life I'd even consider this with. It's all right
here in these papers."

"Cindy, I am gay, but I only just found out."

"Well, Joey thinks he might be gay," Cindy said.

"I'll help him with all the things that I went through. I wish I had
somebody to tell me what to expect when I was his age."

She told me that everything had been arranged by her attorney. I would have
soul custody of Joey and all his assets until he was 18. I looked at her
and asked,

"Why me? Why did you pick me for this? I'm only 19."

"Wade, I know. My heart tells me you're the right one to give Joey the love
and understanding he is going to need to grow up. I...I've known you for a
short time, but what I've seen with the way you treat Joey, and the way
Joey talks a...about you, I...I see the way you look at him, and talk to
him. Y...you really care for h...him."

Cindy was starting to get a little drunk at that point. With as many as she
had downed, I'd be on the floor if it had been me. I told her we could talk
about all that the next day, after she had some sleep. I knew it was her
day off. I needed to get back to the boys. I made her follow me to the
door, and lock it after I was out.

I stood outside my door leaning against the wall with my head on my arm. My
mind was swimming with all that had happened in just the last four days. I
was scared as hell.

'It was going to be hard enough to accept the responsibility for Marty, and
now Joey? Now I had two boys to consider raising. Shit! How am I going to
tell Joey about his mom? I hope she tells him. I know I will be there with
him if he asks me to.' My thoughts overwhelmed me.

I looked at my watch; it was 9:20. The boys had lunch around 1:30, so I
knew if they didn't eat soon they would start gnawing each others' legs
off.

I found them both in Marty's room playing the game I'd gotten them,
laughing and poking each other in the other one's side, trying to get the
other one to drop the controller. Marty's room was all put
together. Everything had a place. They did a great job. I just stood there
looking at the most beautiful boys a man could have in one lifetime.

"Stop poking me, you peckerwood!" Joey giggled.

"You're the peckerwood, peckerwood!" Marty laughed.

They both were so cute to watch playing together. I'd never seen Joey so
happy. And Marty was just soaking it all up, loving every minute of it. I
stood in the doorway to the room, just watching them and listening to the
sweet music that came from them playing. Marty finally turned to see me
standing in the door.

"Wade!" he said has he jumped up and ran to me. He leaped into my arms
almost knocking me on my butt.

"Damn, boy, I was only gone for an hour. You would have thought I'd been
gone all day."

"I know, but it seemed like all day to me, silly. So..."

He started to ask me about Joey's Mom. I could see it in his eyes. I
stopped him with a look. I knew what he was thinking. And he knew what the
look meant. It was like we both knew what the other one was thinking. Scary
thing, I thought.

"We're hungry and we need to have a talk with you," he said as he kissed me
all over my face.

"Okay, what's up?"

"Me and Joey want to ask you if we all can sleep in the same bed
tonight. Joey gets lonely at night and can't sleep. I told him you wouldn't
mind." He had a devilish grin on his face that made little Wade almost
hard.

"I guess that's okay, if it's okay with you?"

"I don't think he wants to do the fun stuff. I think he's just lonely,"
Marty whispered in my ear.

I liked Joey a lot, but I didn't think I could do anything with him. My
heart was Marty's.

"Do you want to be with Joey?" I whispered in Marty's ear.

The look he gave me was one of confusion on his face. Then he put both
hands on my face, and looked me in my eyes and said,

"Wade, you are the only one I like to do bedroom stuff with. I thought
about it, but you make me feel good inside; all warm and funny. I never
want to do things without you. Ever!"

My heart soared so high, I thought I would black out from the overwhelming
love I felt just then. I wrapped my arms around Marty and held him so
tight.

"Marty, I will never be without your love. Ever!"

I got another big kiss, and hug. Joey was putting the game away. He asked
me what his mom had to say. I told him not much, but she was not feeling
good and would probably sleep in tomorrow, and said I bet she would sleep
most of the day, after seeing her slam whiskey down for an hour. I felt so
sad for her. That's got to be one of the hardest things to do - find
someone to fill your shoes, when you know you have so little time left.

We made hamburgers and hot dogs. The boys helped out with the cooking and
cleaning. We had just put all the dishes away, and went into the family
room to watch some TV. We sat on the couch, Marty curled up under my arm on
my left, and Joey on my right. Marty held my arm close to him, stroking it
from time to time. He needed to feel me there. Joey would lean his head on
my chest. I could almost feel them both purring like cats with the warmth.

The same thing happened again: heads started to drop; yawn's started to be
the song of choice. I got up and pulled them both to their feet and moved
them to my room.  I pulled off shirts, and tugged on pants, till nothing
was left but underwear. I pulled back the covers and guided them to their
spots of slumber. Then I just stood there looking at the two most precious
things in my life. I felt a tear start to fall, and brushed it aside. That
was how I wanted to spend the rest of my life.

Seeing these boys with the smiles of love and comfort on their faces, I
kissed cheeks so soft and warm, tucked them both in and turned to see
Syliss wagging his nub. I looked at him and knew what he wanted.

"Okay, boy. Go ahead, get up there."

He jumped up on the bed and lay beside Marty. Marty put his arm around
Syliss and pulled him into his side. Marty had a way with Syliss, just like
he did with everybody who met him. He pulled you into his heart and soul.

I left the boys to dream sweet dreams and went into the kitchen for a glass
of cold milk. I was sitting at the table, staring at the glass, when out of
nowhere, I started to feel a wave of guilt and overwhelming depression hit
me.

'How can I be in love with a boy of only 11? He's just a child,' I said to
myself. I sat and held my head in my hands. 'I'm only 19, but how did I let
this happen.'

I put the last four days in front of my eyes and looked at them up and
down. I felt a rush of sadness come over me, thinking of Marty's situation,
and Joey's future. I started to ball like a baby; it was all so
overwhelming to me.

And then a small hand was on my shoulder, knocking me out of my thoughts of
sadness. I looked back to see Marty there with tears running down his
beautiful cheeks.

"Don't cry, Wade," he said as he rubbed my shoulder. I instantly thought
something was wrong with him.

"What's wrong, Marty? Why are you crying?"

"Your stupid dog farted and woke me up and you weren't in bed. So I came
looking for you, and I found you here. I saw you sitting here crying and it
made me sad. I love you so much that when I saw you like this, I started
crying."

I turned to face him and wrapped him in my arms. He felt so damn good. He
put his arms around my neck and held me tight. I just started crying
harder, my face in his neck. He held me tight, stroking my back. I just
lost it, I felt it all overflow, just like a dam on a swollen river.

He kept whispering in my ear, "It's okay, Wade. I'm here; don't cry."

I felt his touch and heard his words. I felt a peace and warmth come over
me like a hot sun on a cold day. I looked up to see his face. He had a glow
about him, one that I would never forget. I got myself under control.

I remember my grandmother telling me, just before she died, that it's okay
for boys and men to cry. It empties the soul of all the hurt and pain that
lingers inside.

"Marty, how did you become so grown up? I should be telling you not to cry;
not you telling me."

I looked in his eyes, and the world seemed to disappear. I felt a calm come
over me. He placed his small warm hands on my face, and wiped the tears
from my cheeks. He looked right in my eyes.

"It's okay, Wade. We can fix whatever it is you are feeling sad about, and
I'll help you. Please don't cry. I like it when you smile."

As he brushed my right cheek softly with his hand, the guilt and shame just
melted away along with the fear and depression. Gone like 'that'. How could
anybody think that what we felt for each other could be wrong?

"Boo bear, see? You fixed me," I exclaimed as I flashed him a smile.

"But you still have tears coming out of your eyes?" he said.

"They're not from me being sad anymore. I have them because I'm so happy
you came to find me."

He squeezed my neck and kissed my cheek. I stood right up with him clamped
to me like a vice. My arms went under his perfect little butt and carried
him into the living room. I placed him on the couch, stood up and just
looked at him. He was looking up at me with a pleading look on his face. I
reached down and placed my hands on his face, feeling his cheeks, sliding
my fingers down his soft neck to his chest, feeling the air fill his lungs,
wishing I was the air giving him life so precious to his existence.

"I'm so happy, Wade, I feel like I want you inside me. I've never wanted
something so bad."

I felt his heart start to race under my touch, and feel his dime sized
nipples harden with each swirl of my fingers. He placed both his hands on
my arms, rubbing up and down the length of each of them. I looked down to
see his underwear tent with his boyhood straining to be free.

"I love you more then life, Marty."

He just nodded, pulling me to his waiting lips. I kissed him ever so
softly. His tongue was parting my lips, to find mine waiting to play. I
went to my knees, between his legs. I could feel his rock hard dick against
my stomach. I broke my lips from his to find his neck, tasting the sweet
flavor of his flesh. I felt his heart beat against my lips, sending me into
a frenzy of passion I'd only felt from one small boy.

"I love you," I whispered to him as I kissed down his chest, feeling his
heart race as I went lower. I stopped at his navel to play with the
indentation there, sticking my tongue in to taste the sweet nectar placed
there by the night's heat. His hands were on my head, his fingers were
going thru my hair, sending electricity through my skin.

I moved down to the top of his underwear. My lips traced the outline of his
4" dick, feeling it throb from my touch. I pulled the top of his underwear
down to see his throbbing appendage bounce and dance. I lightly blew on the
head of his dick, and heard him moan with pure pleasure. I knew he would
not last much longer, but I did not want him over the edge of no return
yet. I kissed down his shaft to his perfect little guy bag and felt them
draw up to his body. I tasted his sweet sweat. I could smell that musky
scent and feel my body tense with the anticipation of my next journey.

"Y...you're m..making me n...nutsss, Wade," I heard him mutter.

I knew he was at the edge of his high. I sat back up to look at this beauty
of a boy. He opened his eyes to see why I stopped.

"What's wrong?" he said softly.

"Nothing, just wanted to look at you. You make me so happy. I feel you
inside here," I said as I pointed to my heart.

The look on his face was all I needed to see; the love in his beautiful
grey eyes glowed so bright.

We made love that night. Not lust, or sex - 'love'. It was the best yet.

I woke up to the sunlight just starting to come over the trees outside the
window. I was still lying on the couch with Marty laying on top of me, his
head just under my chin. My arms wrapped around him and his around me. He
was so peaceful and warm. I noticed the blanket from Marty's bed was
covering us. I wondered if Marty had gotten up during the night and got it
for us. I reached up and started stroking his hair and kissing the top of
his head.

"Mmm. That feels good. I could stay like this all day," he said.

" I could too, Boo bear. I could too." My words were muffled in his
hair. "Thanks for the blanket. I was getting cold."

"What blanket? I never woke up," he said.

I thought it must have been Joey then. I hoped he was okay with our
loving. I needed to sit down with him and have a long talk. He must have
been feeling kinda out of place in his life right then. I managed to get
Marty and me up and moving. He was always so out of it in the morning, like
most young boys. It takes them hours to start feeling like they're not
still sleeping. I left Marty in the bathroom to see were Joey was.

I found him still in my bed, and still sound asleep. He was lying on his
stomach. I crept up to him on the bed, trying not to wake him. I laid part
way on him, wrapping my arm around him and laying my head on his bare back,
just at his neck. I could smell his hair, a clean smell, like a fresh rain
had fallen on his head. I nuzzled in his hair with my face, breathing in
his scent.

"Thank you," I whispered in his ear. "You ever need to talk, you know I'm
here for you, right?"

"I know. You two looked so sweet together. I thought you might get cold."

I hugged him tight and stuck my face further into his neck, and nibbled,
making him laugh and wiggle. He then turned over to look me in my eyes.

"I can't help it, Wade," he choked out.

"What can't you help, Joey?" I asked as I looked into his eyes starting to
well up with tears.

"I fell in love with you the first time I saw you, Wade. The day you walked
up to me and asked if you could help me with that big box I was trying to
carry. The look in your eyes made my heart skip a beat. And every time you
would see me, you would make me feel like I was important to you. Not like
all the other grown up's, who just put up with me. You would let me stay
with you when Mom was at work, so I wouldn't be by myself. I'm sorry, Wade,
I know you love Marty. I just had to say that to you."

The tears started to flow, and his lip was starting to quiver.

I looked deep into his eyes, seeing the pain in them and felt my own heart
start to break. I needed to tell him that I, too, felt a love for him from
the very first day I saw him, and heard his soft voice. I wrapped my arms
around him and lowered my face to his ear, and whispered,

"I too fell in love with you the second I laid my eyes on you."

He pushed me up to look at my face. He had a look of shock on his face and
said, "You did?"

End of chapter 11

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