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Subject: M.A.R.C. Ch. 25 M.A.R.C. Warning: The following story is a work of fiction. It never happened, except in the author’s imagination. This story contains graphic sex between a teenage boy and an adult man. However, 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 already know what you’re supposed to do. Delete this file and find something else to wank off to. If this kind of story turns you off, delete this file and find something else to read. Copyright AmateurishWriter 2019 – The author retains the copyright for this story. Reproducing and/or placing this story on a commercial web site or in print without the authors permission is a violation of that copyright. The use of any character in this story, or any facsimile thereof, is strictly forbidden and a violation of the copyright. Comments to hoo, pro and con and of a constructive nature, will be gratefully received and acknowledged, if possible. Flamers will be ignored. *********************** Please consider helping Nifty with a secure contribution. The Nifty Archive Alliance has been determined to be a 501(c)3 tax-exempt organization by the U.S. Internal Revenue Service. All contributions are tax deductible to the full extent allowed by lay – no tangible goods or services are received in exchange for your donation. *********************** ****************** Dear Readers ****************** Once again I have been preoccupied and the years have flown by. My apologies to old faithful fans and, hopefully, new readers as well. A lot of water has gone under the bridge and this old body is making it known that it’s wearing out and time is limited … well, more limited than some and lass limited than others but, hopefully, not too limited. I’m okay but the last couple years have been somewhat difficult. A piece of advice, take care of yourselves. Eat properly and get some exercise, especially aerobic exercise. Enough! I’m planning on another couple decades, at least, and here’s my usual promise; more stories, and not just about John and Marc. Now, let’s see if I can keep that promise. LOL ************************************************** Near the end of Chapter Twenty-four: I chuckled. “C’mere sweetie.” He gave me a cute little, not quite innocent, smile and walked over to stand between my knees. I placed my right hand on his his hip and slipped it around and over his left butt cheek, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Mmmmmm,” he gave a gentle sigh. Looking up at him as he stood there, I said, “You know, I keep forgetting that you’re not just a 13 year old boy. You’re more than that and I really do know that you would never talk with anyone about who you are or about the consortium.” He smiled again and settled down on my knee, sliding his arm around my shoulders and giving me a little kiss on my cheek. “I guess what I was really doing was reminding myself,” I sighed. “I know you’re smart and I love you for it.” “And I thought you loved me just for my cute butt,” he teased. I slid my left hand up the inside of his thigh, finding that he was aroused and laughed. “Well, there’s that and you also have this very lovable and useful handle too.” He giggled and ran his hand over the very firm bulge in my own pants. “I love your handle too Uncle John.” I giggled back and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Seriously Marc, if Jeffery asks you to fool around, I don’t mind. Really. Just be careful and think about his and our safety.” “Okay, I wont unless he suggests it. Besides, I’d rather fool around with you.” He added a gentle squeeze of my hardon to emphasize his point. I reached up to his chin, gently turned him to face me and gave him a quick soft kiss on the mouth. “As much as I’d like to fool around right now sweetheart, remember, we have a video conference tomorrow to prepare for. Part Two – Life goes on Chapter Twenty-five – Video Conference başakşehir escort After we each took much needed showers, separately, I went down to the kitchen to start supper. Shortly, I was treated to the last of Marc’s silky colored briefs, these were a blinding sun yellow and the boy paraded about in them, and nothing else. “Marc, sweetie,” I chuckled. “You know, dressed … well, barely dressed like that, you are a terrible distraction while I’m trying to cook here.” “I hope so,” he giggled. I slowly shook my head and grinned. Then I asked the lad to set the table inside as I’m sure that Ginny and Ralph next-door would have raised eyebrows from seeing Marc’s state of undress. They didn’t miss seeing much about the neighborhood. After supper Marc went upstairs to prepare for the video conference tomorrow. The equipment was already pretty much ready but the lad had to check it all out, fine-tuning the camera and microphones. Then he had to go over the material to be discussed. Meanwhile, after cleaning up the kitchen, I relaxed in the living room watching a couple of re-runs of the old “Star Trek – The Next Generation” TV series. I am always amazed at how much more real my little android boy looked, sounded and acted than the android Data in that show. When I began to yawn every few minutes I remembered what a busy day it had been, turned off the TV and headed up to bed. I stopped at Marc’s room to let him know I was sacking out and then went in to wash-up and brush my teeth. As I stripped and slid between the cool sheets I wasn’t surprised to see my scantily clad boy scamper into the room. “Wait for me!” He cried. Then he ran around to his side of the bed, climbed in and snuggled up close to my left side. “Hmmmmmm,” I wondered to myself. “He left his briefs on.” Now, no red blooded boy lover can lay naked in bed with a snuggling gorgeous 13 year old boy in tight sexy briefs and not get aroused. And, that boy, if he is at all red blooded too, will become aware of his man’s arousal within seconds. We both fit the bill. After a minute Marc reached across me for my right arm and pulled. “Roll over so you face me.” He asked. I did and we molded into a warm hug, wrapping our arms around each other and entwining our legs. I could feel as my hardon nestled against the boy’s and then felt him throb against me. We both sighed “I love you” at the same time, giggled and kissed. We kissed for a few minutes and our hands roamed over the other’s body and, for me, the best part was sliding my right hand into the back of those sexy briefs, feeling and squeezing Marc’s delightful boy buns. “John?” Marc whispered. “Yes sweetie.” “Slid your boner up inside the leg of my briefs like you did that other time.” I knew how much that turned him on. It had a sort of naughty feel and I knew he’d want me to cum on him in there. That would make him cum hard then too. He said he loved the messy, nasty, hot, sexy feel of it. I kind of did too. We both shivered with excitement as my hardon slid up inside his shorts past his balls and nestled alongside his rock hard boy boner. I could feel the slippery wetness from his and my precum. We hugged tighter and I slid my hand back into his shorts and caressed his left bun. We moved slowly against each other, occasionally kissing and softly groaning with the pleasures we were giving each other. We continued to go slow, trying to make it last, but too soon I began to hear those sweet funny little noises the boy makes as he gets close to cuming. That is always a major turn-on for me and shortly I knew I was close. “Oh Marc.” I moaned. “I’m so close.” “Mmmmmmmmm,” he sighed back. With that, he pulled my face down to his and planted his open mouth against mine. His tongue found mine and just as it did he grunted with the first shudder of his cuming. That set me off and we ground our throbbing cocks together bathing in our hot sexy juices. halkalı escort His arms grew tighter and he wrapped his legs around me to pull us even closer, if that was possible. Afterward, it took a few minutes for us to both calm down and then the boy whispered, “In a way, I think that might be hotter than you cuming inside me.” I giggled, “I know what you mean. It’s kind of naughty.” He giggled back, “Yeah, naughty and nasty. And you know what?” “What?” I warily asked. “I think it would be sexily naughty and nasty to fall asleep just like this.” I half chuckled and half groaned. “I’ll have to change the sheets again in the morning.” “I’ll help,” he giggled again. “So, maybe we can do this again when we wake up.” “If we’re not glued together.” I sighed. That got another giggle from my little sexy android, and then a big yawn. I yawned too and mumbled, “Okay my sweet boy. I love you.” His response was the soft breathing of a boy gently falling asleep. The next thing I knew I could feel the morning sea breeze on my bare back. I slowly opened one eye and noticed that it was light and I was alone in bed. Then I heard my shower running. I rolled over, sat up on the edge of the bed and looked down. My hairy groin was matted with dried cum and I smiled. Then I assumed that the morning performance was cancelled, or knowing the two of us, just delayed. As I stretched, and prepared to head for the bathroom, it suddenly dawned on me that this was the eleventh day since Marc had come into my life. So much had happened, in such a short time, to change my life and start his. I shook my head with a chuckle and checked the clock. We were running late and Marc had to be at his sailing lessons by 9:00am as he promised to help Linda get things organized. So I headed to the bathroom where I proceeded to noisily enjoy my morning pee. The shower door slid open a bit and a wet handsome boy’s face looked out at me with a grin. “Come in Uncle John and I’ll wash you.” “Who can resist an offer like that?” I laughed but added, “Not too much funny stuff though kiddo. We have to get breakfast and, remember, you have to be at the yacht club by 9.” “Oh yeah,” he sighed. “I forgot and I promised.” Then he chuckled, “I’ll be quick.” To my surprise, he was. Quick and thorough, and neither of us even got more than half hard. Must be some sort of record. Once dried, me shaved, both having brushed our teeth, and then gotten dressed, we went down into the kitchen for breakfast on the patio. Afterward, Marc cleared and then gave me a sweet kiss goodbye as he headed off to the yacht club. “See you on the deck for lunch sweetie!” I called after him. I chuckled as I saw him stop in his tracks and cringe, then wave over his shoulder as he started off again. I’d broken a rule, his rule, no calling him sweetie in public. I grinned. After all, he was a sweetie, my sweetie. The morning was consumed by some writing that I had decided to do instead of my on camera report in the video conference. It was difficult but soon I was finally walking down to the club to have a nice lunch with my boy. It would have to be quick as we were scheduled to do Marc’s video conference at 1:30pm and we had to get the equipment on and connected back to the consortium. “Hey kiddo,” I called out with a smile and a wave as Marc walked up the pier towards the deck. “How was the sailing lesson today?” “You’re lucky I’m not mad at you,” he glared. “What?” I lamely asked, knowing full well what was what. “You promised.” “I’m sorry swe … er, kiddo. It just slips out,” I chuckled with a teasing grin. In spite of himself he giggled. “You are so bad Uncle John. Good thing I love you so much.” Thankfully no one was on the deck within earshot. “I’m a lucky old man.” “Yes you are,” he grinned back at me. “What? Lucky or old?” I asked, tickling him under the arm. He scrunched up making a face at the tickling and laughed. şirinevler escort “Both.” I lunged to tickle him again and he dodged out of my reach, still laughing. “Okay, okay, maybe not THAT old. Now, can we eat?” We both got our usual lunches, ate a bit too fast perhaps and, after Marc cleared the table and signed the chit, we headed back to the house. Once we were all up, running and connected to the consortium, I announced that I had chickened out on my video portion, saying into the camera, “I’ll send the report that I wrote this morning.” Marc made a chicken clucking sound and then grinned while I blushed but grinned back at him. I just couldn’t discuss about some of our activities live and on camera. I guess I’m just old fashioned that way. Anyhow, Marc was very well prepared and spent a couple hours discussing all, and I mean all aspects and in detail, of our relationship. I was very glad that I had already taken a seat out of range of the camera. Finally, Marc got to what he thought was a very important part of his report. It was his recommendation as a result of his own experiences on achieving first consciousness. He felt that it was vital to make the experience as comfortable as possible for new HSA’s (Homo Sapiens Artificiosus). The new HSA’s modesty should be considered by having them already dressed or, at the very least, covered with a blanket. After all, they were already programed with basic knowledge and language. Personally, he had found it embarrassing, especially as a pubescent young teen, to awake naked, totally exposed and with people observing him. He suggested that a hospital bed with sheets, blankets and pillows would be much better than a plain gurney. Another thing was that the technician had thought that he had induced Marc to go back to sleep when, in fact, even though he had closed his eyes, Marc could still hear everything that was being said and found it was rather upsetting. He suggested that the programming be checked over to be sure that, if it was needed to induce sleep, hearing would be shut down as well. However, Marc did point out that while humans didn’t seem to ever remember their births, on the other hand, an HSA’s first awakening could be an unsettling experience and would be remembered, so why not try to make it as comfortable as possible. Lastly, when they awake, they should know from the first that they are an android. Marc related how his learning it later was almost traumatic. Certainly quite difficult. At that point, after a few questions and answers, the conference ended. Marc turned off all the equipment and turned to look at me. “What?” I asked, trying to sound innocent. “Wimp.” he teased. I laughed and changed the subject. “What would you like for supper?” He just shook his head and smiled as he began to unhook all the electronics. “You did a fine job kiddo,” I said as I got up. I patted Marc on the shoulder and left him to pack up all the conference gear, while I went into the kitchen to figure out what to make for supper. After supper Marc suggested an evening of snuggling on the couch while watching TV. I was delighted. Marc found the channel showing reruns of old TV shows. We watched “All in the Family,” then “MASH,” followed by one of the older and better classic westerns, “Gunsmoke,” which was followed by another “Star Trek: The Next Generation,” an episode of which was one of my favorites. Along about 10 o’clock we were both yawning and, turning off the TV before the next show started, we headed up to bed. Once we were snuggled up in my bed, as usual, I sighed, “Busy day, huh sweetie?” “Yeah,” Marc sighed back. “I’m looking forward to just sailing lessons, golf lessons, and seeing my new friends. Nothing more serious like conferences. After all, I’m supposed to be just a kid. I laughed. “But still a unique and special kid, my special kid.” Kissing him on the forehead, I watched as he yawned again and let his eyes droop and then close. Within moments his breathing slowed and he was peacefully sound asleep. I lay there watching my sweet android boy sleep. What a marvel he was. Not just technologically but in a very human sort of way. Next: Chapter Twenty-six -The Measure of a M.A.R.C.

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