Date: Mon, 13 Nov 2000 16:19:55 -0500
From: Bill Porter <wep363@netzero.net>
Subject: My Bodyguard Chapter 9

My Bodyguard Chapter 9

A very special thanks to Ed for editing this chapter.

This is not a true story.

This is a story of love, trust, hope, and commitment. It is not a sex story.
However, this story deals with love between two teenagers. If you are
offended by stories involving love between two teenage boys, please do not
read this story. There will be some sex scenes in this story; however, sex
is not the main theme. If you are under age 18 or 21 or it is illegal to
read this story where you live, don't read it.

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I woke up the next morning still in Mark's strong arms.  I felt so warm and
comfortable I did not want to move.  But my body was telling me otherwise.
I tried to disengage from Mark without waking him up.  He stirred.

"Good morning, sunshine," I said.

"Good morning," he said.

"I'll be right back.  I need to piss like a race horse."

After I came back from the bathroom Mark made a beeline for the bathroom
too.  I went ahead and got dressed.  Mark returned and he got dressed too.

"It's still early.  I don't think my mom is up yet.  I want to thank you
for last night."

"Hmmm, why would you mean thank me, I didn't do anything?"

"But you did, Mike, you didn't push me into something I'm not ready for yet.
I appreciate that."

"Mark, you just holding me last night was better than anything else we
possibly could have done."

"I felt the same way, Mike, I have never woken up with someone in my arms
before.  It felt great."

"Mark, will you be my boyfriend?"

"Well, we are already friends and you are a boy so I guess we are already
boyfriends."

"Mark, you know what I mean.  I want to be more than just friends with you."

"Mike, I feel I already am more than friends, like best friends.  But as
far as the other, yes, I'll be your boyfriend but I have some problems you
need to understand.  You will need to be patient with me.  I have some
emotional problems getting close to people.  The other day I broke down in
front of Uncle Sam and your dad.  I really need this relationship to work,
but we need to take it slow so I am not overwhelmed.  Also, like Sam said,
we can't be so wrapped up in each other that we lose track of why we are
together in the first place.  Sam still wants me to wear a wire.  We need
to be careful what we say or do to each other.  We don't want to break the
law.  We are both considered minors in this state.  The only sexual law
about homosexuals is a sodomy law and I'm not really interested in doing
that anyway.  But some of the stuff in that story you read last night
sounds like fun, especially with you, Mike.  Can you live with that?"

"I feel the same way you do, Mark.  Although I do have some sexual
experience, it was not with someone I am in love with.  Tell you the truth,
I was pretty nervous last night too and we really didn't do anything."

"I think we need to talk to your dad and Uncle Sam about what is acceptable
behavior."

"I don't know about you, Mark, but I am hungry.  Let's get some breakfast."

"I'm starving.  Let's cook something."

We went to the kitchen and decided to cook French toast, bacon, and eggs.
Actually, Mark did most of the cooking.  I just helped him.  The love of my
life, my protector, and he can cook too.  What more could I ask for?
Breakfast was almost ready when Mark's mom Grace came in the kitchen.

"Did you boys cook breakfast just for me?"

"Actually, Mom, we were only thinking of ourselves, but we made enough for
you too."

We sat down at the table and started eating breakfast.  Mrs. Adams is a
tall lady, about six feet tall, with red hair and dark green eyes.  Mark
and I were both trying to control great big grins on our faces.

"Why is it you two look like the cat who ate the canary?  Mike, I have
known your father ever since he started coming over to our house in the
second grade.  I was two years older than Sam and your dad.  I see a lot
of him in you.  Don't think for one moment you can get one over on me.  I
have also seen that same look on your father's face."

"I am not trying to get one over on you, Mrs. Adams.  I'm just in a great
mood today."

"So what did you boys do last night?"

"We watched a movie and surfed on the Internet," Mark responded.

"What movie did you watch?"

"It is called 'Beautiful Thing'."

"What kind of movie is it?"

"It is a love story."

"What kind of love story?"

"It is a love story made in England."

"Mark, that is not what I asked."

"It is a love story about two teenagers."

"Actually Mark, you don't need to be embarrassed.  I have heard of that
movie.  Where did you go surfing on the Internet?"

"Well, we looked at some pictures and read some stories."

"What kind of pictures?"

"You know, pictures of different people in places."

"Hmmm, how different were these people or places?"

"You know, Mom, different."

"What about these stories you read, were they different too?"

"Okay, Mom, you win.  I give up."

"You see, Mike, Mark never lies to me but he also doesn't tell me the whole
truth.  Don't be afraid to tell me the truth.  I won't go running to your
father if you tell me something in private.  Now, what do you two plan on
doing today?  Something 'different', I presume."

"I thought we'd go over to Ron's and train some."

"That's fine.  I planned on cleaning house this morning anyway.  Because
you guys cooked breakfast, I'll cook dinner.  What do you plan on doing
this afternoon?"

"We haven't really talked about that yet but I'd kind of like to watch
football this afternoon.  How about you, Mike?"

"I like football, that would be fine.  And, Mrs. Adams, we brought a pot
roast that you can prepare for us for dinner if you like."

"I love pot roast, Mike, that sounds like an excellent dinner.  I want you
to know that you can stay here anytime you want and for as long as you
want."

"That is very gracious of you, Mrs. Adams.  Thank you."

She ruffled my hair and smiled at me.  Now I know where Mark gets that
smile.  Mark led me outside, saying goodbye to his mother.  We went next
door and Mark knocked on the door.  Ron appeared and introduced himself.
He said Mark has told him all about me.  Ron is not a big man but he is in
very good shape.  He also looked quite old, all his hair was gray.  He had
several tattoos on his arms.  He led us out to his garage.  Mark told him
all about his encounter with the six bullies from school.

"Sounds like you handled yourself very well, Mark," Ron said.  "How about
you, Mike, would you like to learn how to defend yourself?  When I was a
young man a little younger than you, I lived out on the West Coast.  I had
some kids bully me too.  I saw an ad for self defense training.  I enlisted
in the school.  An instructor called Bruce Lee ran it.  This was before he
became famous in TV and movies.  I trained with him for two years.  After
that I also studied karate and boxing.  In the late '60s I was drafted in
the Army.  Because of my boxing skills, I did not have to go to southeast
Asia and get killed for my country.  I was the Army middleweight champion.
I would be happy to show you some techniques you can use to defend
yourself, Mike."

Ron was a very likable guy.  In no time he showed me several moves I could
do to temporarily disable someone.  He also showed me several ways to
easily kill somebody if necessary.  Ron and Mark sparred for a while and I
was amazed at what they were capable of doing.  Then the three of us worked
out, lifting weights for a while.  After that we went back to Mark's house.
We each took a shower and went down to the kitchen and made some sandwiches.
After that we watched football.  We saw a really good game.

Dinner was excellent.  Mrs. Adams did very good job.  We talked about
general stuff.  Mrs. Adams was careful not to ask anything too personal.

"You boys said that movie you watched last night was very good.  How about
the three of us watch it together tonight?  What you think?"

"Well, I wouldn't mind watching it again but it's a little hard to follow,
Mrs. Adams.  You see, the actors have a heavy English accent and use a lot
of slang."

"Well, perhaps I can be of help.  I have a friend from England from work
who moved to the States a few years ago.  She also has a heavy accent and
uses a lot of slang."

"That would be great, Mom, but remember, we did tell you the movie was a
little 'different'."

"No problem, Son.  I told you I've heard of the movie.  I heard it was
good.  And besides, isn't that movie rated R?  You should have a parent
watch it with you.  After all, neither one of you is 18 yet.  Perhaps I
should even talk to that video store and find out how you are able to rent
it."

"Mrs. Adams, I think you should be a lawyer or something.  I think you have
missed your calling as a waitress at the diner.  You are very smart."

"Flattery will get you nowhere, young man.  Don't think buttering me up
will get you anywhere.  And anyway, a good memory helps me get good tips."

"I can butter up some popcorn for the movie, can't I, Mom?"

"Sure, Mark, why don't you make the popcorn.  Now, Mike, you know why Mark
tells me everything.  There is no way I'm not going to find it out anyway,"
she said, chuckling.

We all helped cleaning up the kitchen and Mark made some popcorn.  We went
into the living room and Mark and I sat on the couch and Mrs. Adams sat in
the lazy boy.  We found out Mrs. Adams loved the group 'The Mamas and the
Papas'.  It is the sound track to the movie.  She told us all about the
group and the songs.  She said they were her favorite group in the late
'60s.  She was a great help with the slang and she would stop the tape and
explain things to us when we had questions.  We really enjoyed the movie
more now that we understood everything.  During the movie, Mark and I kept
moving closer and closer to each other.  By the time the movie ended, our
arms and legs were touching.  After the movie Mrs. Adams wanted to talk to
us.

"Mike, I don't mean to embarrass you, but when Sam called me about Mark
coming up there to help you, he told me you were gay.  I am sure you have
found out by now that my son Mark is gay also.  And I have been watching
you two ever since I got home last night.  And it is obvious to me that you
two are attracted to each other.  I feel it's important that we reach an
understanding as to where this relationship is going.  Mike, you could not
have learned that much about Mark in the last week.  I love my son very
much and I don't want to see him get hurt.  Mark might be big and strong
but his heart is very fragile.  If you hurt him, I'm not sure he could
handle it.  Mark has gone through more pain in his young life than he
deserves.  I am also concerned that you two really love each other before
you do anything with each other.  It is important that a relationship is
not based on sex.  Sex should be the icing on the cake.  Without cake,
there is nothing to put the icing on.  Although the icing tastes great
without cake, if all you have is icing, you will get sick of it.
Friendship is the foundation of a relationship.  When you add sex to that
foundation it is a 'beautiful thing'.  But relationships built on sex alone
never last.  I am talking to you, Mike, because Mark has heard this lecture
many times.  I am not against someone, even my son, being gay.  What I am
totally against is a so-called gay lifestyle, when you engage in sex with
people you don't even know, at public bathrooms and parks.  I don't want
to see either of you die of AIDS.  I don't mind public displays of
affection in my house.  I noticed you two moving closer and closer as the
movie progressed.  Now, Mike, you are practically sitting on Mark's lap.  If
you boys are holding hands or hugging or a quick kiss, I will not mind
seeing that.  Any more than that, you better be in your room with the door
locked.  Also you had better not show any signs of affection outside of
this or your parents' house.  I am overjoyed that Mark has a friend.
Please don't break his heart."

Hmmm, how do I respond to all that?

"Mrs. Adams, I will consider carefully what you have said."

"If you need to talk to me, Mike, we can talk at any time.  If you're not
here, just call me."

"I will do that, Mrs. Adams.  Also, my folks wanted me to invite you to our
house for Thanksgiving.  Sam is bringing his family to our house too."

"I will take you up on that offer.  Let your parents know.  I had already
planned on going to see Sam on Thanksgiving."

"Well, guys, time for me to go to bed.  I have to get up early tomorrow.
Sunday mornings are the busiest day of the week.  Tonight, guys."

"Goodnight, Mrs. Adams."

"Goodnight, Mom, I will call you next week."

"Drive safe, Son, and call if you have any problems.  I love you."

"I love you too, Mom."

She kissed Mark on the forehead and ruffled his hair.  And then she kissed
me on the forehead and ruffled my hair too.  And then she left.  I really
like Mrs. Adams.  She is so smart.

Mark and I went into his room.  We were both tired but I could sense he was
nervous too.  I was also nervous.

"Mark, I like your mom.  She is really smart.  She reminds me a lot of Sam."

"Yes, I do miss her but I will be moving out in a couple of years anyway.
So we figured if I could save up some money for college in the next two
years, that is more important than us being together right now.  Sam is
great too.  He has tried so hard to get close with me."

"I felt what your mother said about having sex is wise.  I am really very
nervous about it.  Perhaps if we start out slow, holding hands, hugging,
and stuff and then have sex when it feels right, that is the way we should
go."

"I can't agree with you more.  If you were a girl, I'm not sure my mother
would trust me to sleep in the same bed with you.  Let's not violate that
trust.  Last night was fun and I wouldn't mind beating-off together
tonight.  But I'm not ready to touch you any that way yet.  But seeing your
naked body while beating off would really be a turn-on for me.  I think
that is enough for now."

"I can't wait to see you naked either, and I got a boner just thinking
about it."

So we each took off our shirts.  Tentatively we undid our pants and kicked
off our shoes.  I let my pants slide over my thighs and kicked them off; he
did the same.  We both pulled down our shorts at about the same time.  His
dick was about the same size as mine.  Although he is almost twice my size
in weight, he had about six inches and it was hard as a rock.  Above it was
a nice bush of dark brown pubic hair.  His balls were large and hanging
down from his dick.  He pulled out the bottle of baby oil.  We both laid
down on the bed.  He poured some of the baby oil on his member and rubbed
his hand all around it.  He handed me the bottle and I did the same.  I
started stroking myself and watching him do the same thing.  It was a major
turn-on for me.  Within a minute I had to stop.  I did not want to cum this
soon.  I started stroking again and imagined licking that beautiful cut
head of his.  We were both circumcised.  I closed my eyes and felt my balls
pulled in toward my body.  I knew I was past the point of no return.  I
exploded and spasmed six or seven times.  I grabbed a towel and cleaned off
my chest.  Some even landed on my chin.  Shortly after, Mark came too.

After we cleaned up, we put our shorts back on, turned off the light, and
climbed into bed.  I moved over to Mark and he put his arms around me.  We
were facing each other and he kissed me on the cheek.  I returned his kiss
on his cheek too.

"Goodnight, Mike, I love you."

"Goodnight, Mark, I love you too."

That made five new firsts for me.  The first time a boy had kissed me and
the first time I kissed another boy.  It was also the first time I told a
boy I loved him and the first time a boy said he loved me.  It was also the
first time I saw someone else beat off.  This must be heaven in Mark's
strong arms.  In not more than five minutes I was sound asleep.