Date: Tue, 10 Jul 2001 18:17:19 EDT
From: AmateurishWriter@aol.com
Subject: M.A.R.C. Ch. 11

M.A.R.C.

Warning: The following story is a work of fiction.  It is a fantasy.  It
never happened, except in the author's imagination.  This story may contain
sex between teenage boys, a man and a teenage boy or multiple male teens.
The author does not encourage or condone sex between adults and little
children. If you are underage, or this is illegal where you are, you
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Disclaimer: M.A.R.C. is in no way related to a certain movie character or
characters of a similar age and construction and/or recently released
sci-fi movie.  Any and all similarities are purely coincidental.

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Near the end of Chapter Ten:

"Okay.  I'm going to try to explain some things ...

Good.  Let me see ... okay.  First, I am your legal guardian.  Second, I am
an adult and you are a minor.  Third, we are both gay.  Fourth, we are in
love with each other.  That is, we not only love each other as Godfather
and Godson but we are also, in love.  As in romantically in love.  Fifth,
we are having consensual sex.  And finally, sixth, I am breaking the law by
committing statutory rape on at least two counts and you are a victim."

He looked at me in disbelief.  "Uncle John, I know those things.  Well, I
know that our having sex could get you in trouble.  But I also know that I
love you and I want to be with you in that way.  You are not forcing me to
do it.  If anything, I am rushing you.  The law is stupid and it sucks
Uncle John."

I let a small smile cross my face.  I was proud of him.  "I'm afraid that I
agree with you Marc but the line of the law has to be drawn somewhere and
those that do the drawing are not quite as enlightened and not at all as
affected as those who find their love restricted by it.  However, the law
is there to protect.  There are indeed many minors who are exploited or who
are not mature enough ... not as mature as you are Marc ... not mature
enough to make a decision that is best for them."

"What is the legal age Uncle John?"

"The legal age for consensual sex in this state is 14."

"Oh.  Well, we'll have to be real careful until I'm 14."

I sighed.  "I'm afraid it's not that simple.  If you were 14 years old and
living with your parents and we were in love and having sex then the law is
clear.  But, you aren't.  I am your legal guardian and that precludes the
14 year old angle because I am responsible for your welfare until you are
18.  As your legal guardian, if I, in the eyes of the law, endanger your
welfare ... the welfare of a minor put into my charge or guardianship
... than I am guilty of breaking the law."

He mumbled, "the law really really sucks" and a huge tear brimmed over and
out of his eye and down his cheek, quickly followed by more.  "Are you
telling me that we can't have sex anymore?  If you are it's okay.  It's
bullshit but I understand.  I love you and I don't want to lose you.  I
don't want you to go to jail."


Chapter Eleven - The word human stuck in my throat

"Oh sweetie."  I reached out and put my hand on his knee.  "No.  No one's
going to go to jail.  Well, at least not me."  He breathed in with a
hiccough.  You know, like when you've been crying.

I continued while I gently rubbed his knee to reassure him.  "Here's the
main reason why I went into all this now.  I know you know to be discreet
when we are in public and around people like the Marshes.  You know what I
mean, right?"

"Yes."  He began to look puzzled rather than just upset.

"Good boy.  Okay, this is the complicated part.  When we were in the launch
going to the boat yard do you remember where you stood?"

"Yeah."  Now he really looked puzzled.

"Well, I sat back opposite the launch boy.  Soon I noticed that he was
looking at you.  So I turned my head like I was watching up ahead but
really kept my eyes on him behind my sun glasses.  I thought maybe he was
checking you out.  Sure enough, soon he started to get a hardon."

"Oh?"  He thought for a moment and then shrugged.  "So?  So, maybe he's gay
but ... you're not worried that ... Uncle John, you and I ... well ... I
love you Uncle John and you are all I ever want."  Now he looked like he
might get angry, thinking I was jealous.  Not that I was or that jealousy
wasn't a possibility.

"Marc.  I know you love me but I wouldn't be human ..."  The word 'human'
stuck in my throat.

My reaction caught me by surprise and I had to regroup, take a deep breath
and start over.  "I'm not worried about that.  I'm worried about what
happened as we were leaving the club."

"Huh?  What do you mean?"

"Well, before Jeffrey came up the steps I heard the launch boy ... what's
his name?"

"Bruce."

"I heard Bruce tell Jeffrey to meet him at 12:15."

"So?  Jeffrey did say that he had something to do at 12:15 when we invited
him to eat with us.  What's that got to do with anything?"

"Well, when we saw Jeffrey come out of the locker room he was wiping his
mouth on the back of his hand.  When Bruce came out a moment later he was
hiking up his pants and zipper."

Marc looked shocked.  "Come on Uncle John, give me a break."  It was a
vehement reaction and nearly set me off.  Somehow I restrained myself and
let him finish.

"Jeffrey said that his Mom made him lunch and it was in the locker room.
Maybe Bruce had lunch there too and they ate together.  Then Jeffrey came
out wiping mayo or mustard from his mouth and the launch boy, having taken
a piss before going back to work, was naturally zipping up his fly."

My jaw hit the floor.  "Oh my God."  I collapsed back against the arm of
the sofa.  "Of course.  How could I be so stupid?  How foolish of me."

Marc easily slipped into the role of adult.  "Come on Uncle John.  Now give
yourself a break."  He leaned into me and hugged me.  "It was a natural
mistake.  You were just looking out for me ... for us."  He kissed me.

I hugged him back and sighed.  "I'm embarrassed."

He kissed my neck and just held me.

In the back of my mind I felt that maybe I was still right.  But, I would
have to be sure.  I also knew that Marc and I would have to talk more about
the possibilities, even if it weren't true.  However, right now this hug
felt very nice and it was giving me ideas.

I whispered in Marc's ear.  "Grape."

"Rape?"

"No.  Grape.  Your briefs are grape."

"Oh.  ... OH!"  A quizzical look crossed his face.  "How did you know?"

I chuckled.  "I emptied the waste baskets.  You put the wrapper in the
wastebasket," I teased.  "Like a good little boy."

"That's sneaky!  But what does it have to do with anything?"

"Well, I just wanted to reassure you about us.  You see my sweet young boy,
I fully intend to peel that grape myself."

His husky voice betrayed his growing interest.  "Oh?  And when do you plan
on doing this appealing apparel peeling?"  He couldn't help himself and
started to giggle.

"Cute phraseology."  I giggled back.  "As soon as I see them in all their
glory and the glory of what's in them."

He moved back from me and looked me in the eye.  There was the pink of
growing arousal on his dimpled cheeks.  I silently gazed back at him.  He
stood up and started to pull his T-shirt over his head.  I watched as his
smooth belly first appeared and then his smooth chest and already hard
nipples.  He threw the T-shirt away and kicked off his sneakers.  Then he
reached down and pulled off each sock and somehow made that action
sensuous.  Finally, with his eyes still locked to mine, he unbuckled his
belt, unsnapped his pants and slowly slid the zipper down.

He paused and licked his lips.  I saw love come into his eyes and mask the
lust that was just behind.  it looked as if we were going to miss our drive
around town but I sensed that this was going to be much more interesting.

I let my love show in my eyes too.  He smiled and let his shorts sip over
his hips and to the floor.  Then he stepped out of them and kicked them
away.  My gaze followed them for a moment and then moved back up his naked
legs and settled on his grape briefs.  They were a very grape purple but
just where the head of his very hard erection pushed them up and out, they
were a deep dark and wet purple.

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other and back again making his
cock move in his briefs.  "Like them?"

I sighed.  "Ooohhh yeeeaaahhh."

He turned and showed me his beautiful small round butt and again shifted
weight making it flex before my now steaming gaze.  "Like that too?"

"Oh you hot sexy boy.  You are driving me mad."  I reached for him and he
danced back out of my reach.

"Not so fast old man."  He giggled.  "I want to see you naked first and I
want to strip you."

"Oh God."  My voice trembled with passion.

He held out his hands.  I took them and he pulled me up.  I just stood
there and he started to unbutton my golf shirt and tried to pull it over my
head.  I had to lean over so he could get it.  He looked at my hairy chest
and I knew that he wanted to run his hands over it as much as I wanted to
touch him but he restrained himself.  Instead, he knelt before me and took
off my boat shoes and my socks.  Then he stood up again.

He put his hands on my belt buckle and worked it loose.  Then the snap on
my shorts and my fly.  I felt his knuckles pass over my hardon as he zipped
down.  My shorts fell to the floor and I stepped out of them kicking them
away just as he had.  There we were, just in our briefs.  His grape and
mine white.  I reached for him again and again he dodged back like before.

The devil gleamed in his sweet adolescent eyes.  "I take yours off first."

"Oh but your a hard man Marc."

He giggled.  "Yes I am and so are you."  He reached forward and lovingly
ran his hand over the bulge of my hard cock.  Then he hooked his thumbs in
the waistband of my shorts.  Pulling out over the head of my cock, he
slipped them down my legs and I stepped out of them.  He stood back.  "Okay
old man, turn all the way around slowly."

I did and when I completed the turn and looked at him again he had his hand
on the bulge in his briefs.  "How's that?"

"Oh God Uncle John.  You make me so hot."  He went from being in charge to
being submissive in the blink of an eye.  "Tell me what you want.
Anything.  Please.  Just make me cum and tell me that you love me."  He ran
into my arms and held me for all he was worth.

I stepped back and held him at arms length.  Then I sat down again and
pulled him to standing between my knees.  I ran my hands over his smooth
chest and belly.  He shivered.  I gripped his hips and pulled him still
closer so that his shins were against the sofa and I slid my hands around
and held his butt cheeks.  They each barely filled a hand and were so round
and firm and yet so soft.  My hardon, sticking up obscenely from my lap,
twitched.

My right hand seemed to have a mind of its own as it found its way to the
front of his briefs and gently cupped his large but tender testicles.  Then
it slid up over his hard shaft and a soft moan escaped his lips.  I again
took hold of his hips and brought my face to where my right hand had just
caressed.  I rubbed my face over his hard cock and breathed in his strong
boy aroma.  He moaned again.  I placed my lips on his cock, through the
fabric, just above his testicles and gently blew hot breath out.  He
pressed back into my face and moaned yet again.

I turned him around and pressed my face into the softness of the space
between the cheeks of his sweet ass.  Again I blew out hot breath through
his briefs, this time to a shudder of his entire body and a deep guttural
groan and one long soft word; "Yeeessss."

My hands kneaded his buns and then turned him around again.  My thumbs
slipped into his waistband.  I slipped his beautiful grape briefs down and
he stepped out of them.  I brought them up to my face and held them close
as I smelled him on them.  I looked up to see if he was watching.  He was
but his face was awash in his lust and he just waited for the next moment
of pleasure that I would bring him.

"Sit down Marc."  I patted the sofa beside me.

He did as I asked and I slid to my knees in front of him.  He spread his
knees for me and as I moved between them he slid down in the sofa offering
himself to me.  My hands softly moved up the top of his thighs and back
down.  His boner throbbed.  My hands moved along the insides of his thighs
and his hips rose up slightly with the pleasure.  He slid a bit further
down in the seat to be more accessible.

He was watching through lust glazed eyes as I kissed his left knee and then
kissed a couple inches inside on his thigh.  Then I switched and kissed the
other thigh still closer to the center of his pleasure.  My tongue was wet
and now slid over the soft tender skin of his thighs.  First one side then
the other.  As I worked my way in he opened his legs further to me and soon
I was at his large round balls that were pulled tight up under the base of
his cock.  I rubbed my nose across them and he groaned.  My tongue covered
them with my saliva and then I licked the bottom of his balls and his hips
rose up again.

I spoke softly.  "Slide down a little more sweetie."

He did as I asked and now he was just on the edge of the seat.  I licked
his thighs on either side of his balls and he pushed his legs up on his tip
toes.  I licked back across again and stopped with my tongue just under his
balls and pushed forward so they were pressed into the bridge of my nose
and my tongue touched him on the very sensitive area just behind them.  He
was trembling and moaning almost constantly now and tried to push his legs
higher with his toes.  His hand found the back of my head and he pulled me
tighter against him.

I reached for his hands and placing them on his thighs, I said; "Lift them
with your hands."

He got the idea right away and I knew that I would never have to tell him
again.  His legs rose up and spread even more and that most private of
places to a boy was revealed to me.  It was beautiful as was everything
about him.  It was pink and clean and untouched.  It moved a tiny bit in
and out, probably as his cock throbbed.  I kissed his now wide open thighs
on one side and then the other.  My tongue took over and I started working
toward the center of his pleasure.  As I got closer his trembling increased
and his moans and groans grew louder.

Finally, I brought my lips to the rosebud of his bottom and kissed him
there.  His body stiffened for a moment and he gasped.  "Oh John!  Oh God!
Oh!  I love you.  I love you.  Oh God.  Don't ever stop!"  For a brief
moment I was afraid that he had cum but he hadn't, not yet.

Somehow he balanced so that his legs stayed up and he brought his hands to
my head and pressed my face into his bottom.  I used my tongue to spread
saliva all over his hole.  I moved my hands up and felt his body as I
continued to lick his most private of places.  I started to poke and prod
his opening and gradually it relaxed and permitted my tongue to enter.  As
I did his trembling turned to writhing and his moans to more of a hi
pitched squeal.

He went wild as my hand found his hard cock and slowly fondled it sliding
his foreskin back and forth.  My tongue continued to wriggle inside him and
just as I could push it in no further he screamed; "Ooohhh mmaaahhhyyyeee
Ggaaawwwwuuudddd!"  His sphincter rhythmically clamped down on my tongue
and I felt his penis throb in my hand.  His hot cum landed in jets on the
back of my other hand and his chest and belly.  His thighs clamped on my
head and he writhed and twitched for what seemed like minutes.

When he had calmed down a little I gently lifted his legs off my shoulders
and surfaced.  He was covered in sweat and cum.  His face was flushed red
and his chest was still heaving.  He looked down at me with a very weak
smile and all he could utter was a very soft; "wow."

I smiled back.  "Still think I'm telling you that we can't have sex
anymore?"

I grabbed my shorts and mopped up the puddles of cum on his stomach and
chest.  Then I sat down beside him and kissed him softly on the lips.  "I
love you Marc.  More than anything."

He was still weak from his intense orgasm but he snuggled up to me.  "Did
you cum too?"

I nuzzled the top of his head with my chin.  "No sweetie but that's okay.
Seeing how good it was for you was plenty of pleasure for me."

He gently took my already softened penis in his warm hand and began to
gently stoke it back to life.  "Marc.  You know a man of my age can't have
as many orgasms in a day as a boy can."

"I know but you haven't cum today ... have you?"  He looked up at me with a
suspicious look.

"Don't look at me like that.  I would never dream of having another orgasm
without you."  I removed his hand from my now quite hard cock and kissed
his palm.  "I just thought that I might wait until tonight.  Maybe we could
go to bed early.  After all, we will be getting up early for your sailing
lessons."

"Okay.  If you're sure."  Though he denied it, he looked disappointed and I
found that charming and endearing.

"Yes, I am and you are such a sweetie for caring."

He blushed.  "Can I ask you a favor?"

"Shoot! ... Oops, you already did."  I giggled at my adolescent humor.

"Ack!  You're terrible!"  He jabbed me in the ribs which was becoming a
habit I could only blame myself for.

"I know but I love being silly with you."

"Well, okay.  Anyhow, I like it when you call me sweetie but please,
PLEASE!" he pleaded.  "Don't ever do it around anyone else."

I laughed and grabbed him.  I smothered him in sloppy kisses.  "I'll try
sweetie."

I got another jab in the ribs.  "UGH!"  Those ribs are getting sore.

I held my side in mock agony.  "You know, there's still time to drive
around town a bit if you like."

"Okay.  Cool."

"Yeah."  I mumbled.  "And maybe the doctor is in and can give me something
for my sore ribs."

"Awe, pooah baby.  Shall I kiss his liddauh booboo and make it bettah?"  He
leaned over and put his lips to my ribs.  It actually felt pretty good
until he blew a loud farting noise and collapsed in a fit of giggles.

To be continued ...

               * * * * * * Dear Readers * * * * * *

I want to thank you all again for your continued kind, supportive,
enthusiastic and constructive words, they are very much appreciated.

The recent release of Steven Spielberg's "A.I. Artificial Intelligence"
(M.A.R.C. is in no way related to David, or any movie character of a
similar construction in the a fore mentioned recently released sci-fi
movie.  Similarities are purely coincidental.) has cause me to do some
serious thinking about my plans for Marc.  Having seen the movie a week ago
this past Saturday, I have decided that I need to put further postings of
Marc's story on hold ... at least for now.

While I started writing this story well over two years ago, I've now posted
about 75% of what I have written to date.  What has me concerned are some
of the similarities that there are to the above mentioned movie ... at
least in my eyes.  In general, some of the emotional, moral and social
components of a relationship between a human and an artificial life form
such as Marc.  In particular, Marc's dealing with who and what he really is
when he finds out the whole truth.  Most of the chapter where Marc learns
that he is an android was written many months ago but now, having seen
"A.I.", I want to do a much better job than I have.

This is not an ad for or endorsement of the movie but, go see it.  Haley
Joel Osment is nothing short of masterful as David.  When you see his heart
wrenching scene sitting on a building ledge high over a flooded Manhattan
you will understand one of the reasons why I feel that I must do much
better with Marc than I have so far.  I hope that I can.

In a previous note I had suggested that you watch for "Shipwrecked" and
some shorter stories coming soon.  However, because of the strong interest
in M.A.R.C., shown by all your e-mail, I will put these new stories on hold
and endeavor to finish M.A.R.C. first.

Once again, thank you for your many kind words, great ideas, strong support
and patience.