Date: Fri, 4 May 2001 18:02:21 EDT
From: AmateurishWriter@aol.com
Subject: M.A.R.C. Ch. 5

M.A.R.C.

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Near the end of Chapter Four:

It was nearly 12:30 p.m. and the furniture deliveries were due at 1 p.m..
So, we decided to grab burgers to go at MacD's and hightailed it for the
house.  We were unloading the car when the truck arrived.  Marc ran out to
meet them but turned to look back just as I was peering into a bag.

"Hey you!" He yelled at me and I looked up guiltily.  "Yeah you.  The
snoop.  Keep your nose out of there or no show later!"  I jumped as if
burned and he laughed as I skulked, muttering something about uppity kids,
into the kitchen where I broke out into a broad grin and laugher.

The delivery guys did all the work at Marc's skilled direction.  He was
very good at it, being very polite but assertive, never talking down to
them and by the time they left with a nice tip that he insisted on, they
were all on a first name basis.

The boss guy walked over to us standing in the driveway and said to
me. "You're a lucky man.  You have a very nice son there."  He shook my
hand and patted Marc on the shoulder as he turned to leave.

I blushed and looked down at Marc who was blushing too.  As they drove away
I said, "That was nice of him but the credit is due your parents.  I hope
it didn't hurt when he called you my son."

Marc smiled at me and said, "No, it didn't, I liked it."  He looked very
happy.

However, we had our work cut out for us.  While, for the most part, the men
had unwrapped everything, assembly was our job and we tackled it with great
enthusiasm.  It was a fantastic afternoon but a lot of hard sweaty work.
We moved all the office stuff, some into my room and some down into the
living room.  After that we cleaned and it was embarrassing to see how much
dust had collected.  Then we fit everything in just as we had planned using
our drawing.  Everything was in place and we stood there, me with my arm on
Marc's shoulders and he with his arm around my waist and admired our handy
work.

"Phew, I'm filthy!" I declared.  "How about a swim?"

"Cool," Marc exclaimed. "I get to model one of my new bathing suits!"  Off
he ran to change and so did I.


Chapter Five - Calvin and Tommy, make my model an offer!

I sat on the patio, patiently waiting, when out walks this handsome young
man in a bright yellow Terry cloth robe and very cool shades.  "Excuse me
sir," I chuckled.  "But I think you have the wrong place.  The snooty Yacht
Club is down the road a bit."

Marc stuck out his tongue at me making a credible Bronx cheer (raspberry,
tongue fart, rude noise) and began to untie the robe.  "Check this out!" He
threw off the robe and turned around a couple times.  My jaw must have
dropped two feet as I looked upon a 13 year old Adonis.  He was just under
5' feet tall with a healthy though soft build.  His fluffy blond, nearly
white hair gleamed in the sun and his moderate tan and beautiful blue eyes
gave him the look of a California surfer boy.

But what really topped off his very sexy look and made my jaw drop was his
choice of swim suit.  It was the speedo.  The speedo to end all speedos.
It was a half globe of the northern hemisphere of the world in bright green
and blue.  North America and the Atlantic were in front and, if I might add
on a humorous and lustful note, Florida very graphically accentuated his
boyhood.  The Pacific was on his left side and Europe and Asia were in back
and extending around to his right side.  The back was pulled tight with a
very pleasing globe shape and north Africa descending down the bottom curve
of his beautiful butt.  The Nile River Valley looked particularly inviting.
He could easily model for Calvin Klein and Tommy Hotfinger ... or whatever
his name was.

"Whaddaya think?" he asked in an uncharacteristically deep and husky voice.

"I think Florida is a growing state." I quipped back at him.  Where upon he
blushed and quickly sat down in a chair with a bit of a sulk.  "Marc, I'm
sorry."  I pleaded.  "You are very attractive and some times I make a
stupid joke when I'm flustered.  I like them very much and I'm glad you
bought them."  I wasn't making it better so I suggested we have our swim.

By the time we were half way down the lawn to the beach he was bubbling
over again, my silly remark all but forgotten.  "I bought them because the
salesperson told me the swim team at school wears them and I thought maybe
I'd go out for the team when school starts."

I hadn't even thought that far ahead but of course, school, sports,
activities and friends, oh boy, was I in for it.  We got to the beach and
both jogged down and dove into a small wave.  He swam very well and soon
outdistanced me.  It never occurred to me then that he was an android that
somehow knew how to swim.  All I thought about was that at 13 he was a very
skilled swimmer.  At the swimming raft he pulled himself up quickly and
stood above me.  The view from my position was even better than up on the
patio.

"How's the weather down there?" He teased.  "This is for that Florida
comment!" and KERSPLASH!  I was soundly cannonballed.  Then he playfully
came up under me and pulled on my legs.  This kid was a water rat.  He came
to the surface laughing and I, sputtering.  "That'll teach ya'," he
giggled.

I hung on the corner of the raft and coughed.  Then I awkwardly climbed up
holding my chest.  Marc quickly climbed up and put his hand on my arm.
Looking a little alarmed he asked "Are you all right?"  I grabbed him
around the waist and threw him bodily off the float yelling, "King of the
World Ma!  King of the World." Then, laughing hysterically, I ran and
cannonballed him but good.

The two of us giggled like little kids and he swam over asking, "Truce?"  I
hung on the corner of the float and he floated close to me.  "You sure
you're 44?"

I hugged him with my free arm and said, "Why thank you my fine young
friend.  That's the nicest complement.  I like horsing around and being
silly.  I think it keeps me in touch with the kid in me."  We climbed back
up and lay on the float for a while, without even talking.  It was
wonderful until the evening breeze came in and cooled things off.  Then we
both dove in and raced to shore.  Needless to say, I lost.  We went up and
took turns in the outdoor shower.  Then, still giggling at each other we
ran up to change for supper.  I did indeed feel years younger.

While I worked in the kitchen, Marc came down repeatedly in various outfits
as his promised fashion show.  He had done well with a few concessions to
typical teen stuff.  I particularly liked the soft faded jeans and nSync
T-shirt, tucked in I might add.  Okay, so maybe other kids might think that
very geeky but he looked very handsome and yes, sexy, with it tucked in and
I told him so.  Finally he was done and returned in his bright yellow robe.

"What's under there?" I asked.

"Nuthin'". He replied simply.

"Oh?" I snickered.

"No."  He chuckled.  "I mean nothing special ... you know ... for fashion,
for the show.  I'm finished."

"Oh." I said with exaggerated disappointment.

We sat on the porch again and enjoyed our supper.  I was due to switch him
over to tech-mode later so I began planning what I would report.  Most of
my reports would be via encrypted e-mail but every other day I was to do a
brief report via tech uplink.  We went into the living room where I sat
down to read and Marc watched TV with the earphones.  Soon he fell asleep
and I brought up Marc the tech.  He made his reports after mine.  I simply
stated that all was well.  Maybe progressing a little faster than we had
thought.  But, that was okay by me.

After we were done with our reports I switched him back to recreational
mode and let Marc sleep until 10 p.m..  Then I knelt down and gently woke
him.  "Hey buddy.  Big day huh?  You were sound asleep.  It's time to hit
the hay."  He groggily got to his feet and we locked up, turned out the
lights and climbed the stairs.  I kissed him on the back of the head and
said, "I hope you sleep well in your new room.  Don't forget to brush your
teeth.  Call me when you're in bed and I'll come say good night."  I
brushed mine and flopped down on my bed in my usual soft and roomy running
shorts and started to listen to the news.

Marc appeared at my door and padded across the room to the side of my
bed. "We forgot something."

"What could we have forgotten?" I wondered.

"Bed sheets and stuff."

"Oops."

He tentatively asked, "Can I sleep here like last night?"

I smiled inside.  "Sure buddy, climb in."

"Cool, thanks." I could tell that he was pleased.

He walked around to the other side of the bed and slipped off his robe,
laying it neatly on the foot of the bed.  I glanced over and did a double
take.  "Looks like you forgot something too."

"Huh? Oh." He looked a bit embarrassed.  He had on an electric blue pair of
the sexiest silky bikini boy sized briefs that I ever saw.  He looked
gorgeous, hot in fact.  The color was perfect.  "Um, ah, I like to sleep in
my shorts?" He weakly tried to explain.

"Silk?" I questioned.

"No, it's not real silk but I like the way it feels," he was beginning to
blush.

"One little extravagance is okay, I guess," I tried to help him ease out of
an awkward spot.

He stuttered, " well, maybe not just one."

"Two?"

"Ah ... Well ... 7?  That way I change every ... I want to always have
clean ... Well, you wouldn't want me to wear dirty underwear would you?"
He was grasping at straws now.

I burst out laughing.  "HOaah'haa! The look on your face!  OHaahha!"  At
first, he looked greatly annoyed then, finally, relieved.

I broke the moment by suggesting, "what do ya' say we open the windows and
curtains, kill the lights and enjoy the view."

"That sounds better than listenin' to you laugh Uncle John," he said
clearly relieved.  "I'll return the others tomorrow but I can't return
these now that I've had them on."

"Nah, you keep 'em." I said through a yawn.  "If you like 'em, then I like
'em.  'Sides, I'm curious what other colors you got."  I got up and opened
everything and turned off the lights.

As I turned I noticed Marc sliding towards the middle of the bed.  I
chuckled to myself and climbed into my side.  I was sure that he would
remember my thought this morning that we could finish what had been
started.  But, I wondered how he would bring it up.  It had to be his
decision.

I lay on my right side with my back to him and gazed out the window.  I
pointed out that there was a night trawler moving in slow circles way out.
The lights danced in the darkness.  "I love to watch the ships at night.
Do you see that one there?"  I pointed towards the trawler.

"Where?" he asked in a voice husky with sexuality.  "Point to it again."
As he looked down my arm he moved close up behind me, leaning on my side
and placing his left hand on the bed in front of me.  He found the trawler
and followed its movement.  As I described what they were doing, he let
himself slowly ease down into a close hug.  He finished with the side of
his face on my ribs and his arms around me.  I put my left arm around him
and he snuggled a little closer.  If that was possible.  I could feel his
bare skin against mine.  Then he moved again and snuggled his hips against
my bottom, I could feel his hardness and became aware of my own.

Our slightly contorted position became uncomfortable and I slowly rolled
onto my back.  He adjusted himself and lay his head on my shoulder where he
could look up at me.  I smiled and kissed his forehead.  His left hand
roamed about my chest.  My left hand rested low on his side.  He reached
down and took my hand in his and guided it to his hip and his very silky
new briefs.

"Thanks for letting me keep the rest of the briefs.  See how nice they
feel?" He asked in that same husky voice.

In my own thickening voice I agreed, "Yes, very soft."

He slid his left leg over mine and ran his hand over my chest to the other
side and pulled himself tighter against me.  The toes on his left foot
rubbed the side of my right leg and then he moved his whole left foot over
my right and pulled my right leg slowly towards him with his heal.  Soon my
legs were together and his left leg was over both of them.  It became clear
to me what he was doing and soon I expected him to ease up on top of me.
He moved his left leg up and his knee grazed my hard cock.  He stopped and
slid his leg back down.  All the time the constant movement of skin against
skin was beginning to drive me wild.

Suddenly Marc raised up his head and looked toward the window.  "Where did
the trawler go," he asked with feigned curiosity.  "I lost track of it."
He craned his neck, first this way and than that.  Each time he did he slid
up on me a little and after looking both ways twice he was squarely on top.
"Oh well," he said with resignation and he lay back down, this time with
his head on my chest.  Our very hard erections were side by side now and he
wrapped his arms around and under me gripping my shoulders from behind.

I chuckled at his subterfuge.

"What?"  He asked innocently but almost indignantly.

"You're cute."

I ran my hands up and down his back and he whispered in my ear, "you feel
good Uncle John."

I kissed his ear and whispered back, "so do you my boy."

He tightened his legs against mine and I felt him press against me in a
tentative humping motion.  It made my cock throb.  I slid my hands down
over his ass and felt his awesome buns.  That made him rub against me
harder and moan softly.  I brought one hand up to stroke his back and I let
the other gently explore his crack through his silky shorts.  He began to
move against me in a slow rhythm and breath hotly in my ear, "Oh John.  I
love you so much."

I began to move back against him and we increased the tempo.  We began to
writhe together and trade moans and groans.  I sensed he was nearing his
peak as was I.  In the heat of the moment I slid my hand under the waist
band of his briefs and cupped his soft smooth round and warm ass cheek in
my hand.  Marc moaned in my ear, "Ooohh John, that feels so good.  I feel
like I'm going to explode.  Oh Gaaawwwddd ...".  He shuddered against me
and I clearly felt his boner throbbing repeatedly.

The sensation flung me over the precipice and my cock expanded and burst in
a chain of throbbing and massive spurts of hot cum.  "Ooohh Maaarrrc!!" I
grunted.  I squeezed his sweet ass and hugged him tightly to me as my back
arched.

We collapsed together and lay there each trying to regain our breath.
"Awesome!" he exclaimed.  "I made you cum!  Oh wow, that was so awesome.
Let's do it again!"

Well, there's nothing like a good mutual orgasm to break the ice, I
thought.  But I said, "Let me catch my breath my young man."  I giggled and
said, "I need to change too."  I rolled out of the bed trying to avoid
getting cum on the sheets and went for a towel.  Having dried off I went to
the dresser to get another pair of shorts when I heard a tiny voice sort of
half whisper, "why mess up another pair."  I thought to myself; that's what
I like, a practical kid.  I dropped them back in the drawer and walked back
over to the bed naked and could feel Marc's eyes on me.  He lifted the
sheets for me and I settled in on my back.

Next: Chapter Six - Shorts Cumings