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Subject: M.A.R.C. Ch. 15 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 already know what you’re supposed to do. Delete this file and find something else. If this kind of story turns you off, delete this file and find something else. If you’re looking for a story that has someone having sex in every other sentence, this one is not it. The author retains the copyright for this story. Placing this story on a commercial web site or in print without the authors permission is a violation of that copyright. 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. Comments to aol, pro and con and of a constructive nature, will be gratefully received and acknowledged, if possible. Flamers will be ignored. Near the end of Chapter Fourteen: We must have been like that for nearly half an hour when I heard a faint, almost shy whisper, “Uncle John? I’m sorry but … ah, I, ah, I have to pee.” We both started to giggle and he sat back and smiled. “This has been so nice. I waited as long as I dared but, I think I better go now.” I kissed his nose and he slowly lifted up off my somewhat wilting boner. The cute look of disappointment at having to break our union was priceless but I knew there would be many more such unions. Then I realized that Marc was not alone in his need. The mood was broken. “Make way!” I yelled. “I gotta go too.” I heard a giggle from the bathroom. I know, I know, I’ve said it before. We giggle a lot. But, I thoroughly love it. I recommend it in all relationships. There should be a law that people be required to be silly together as part of their relationship. Chapter Fifteen – To sleep per chance to scream After taking care of business in the bathroom and a little cleanup, we took our long forgotten drinks and headed for the kitchen. A little ice and they were as good as new. “So kido. What do you want for supper?” Marc looked thoughtful for a second. “Hmmm, I feel like a salad.” I chuckled. “Funny, you don’t look like one.” I got a raspberry for my silliness. Smiling at our fun together, I suggested; “How about I heat some chicken and rice soup to go with the salads?” He thought that sounded good. We sat in the kitchen and ate quietly, watching the gusts of wind blow the trees around and listening to the rain drumming on the deck. The now distant rolls of thunder were moving even further away. I’m sure that both of us were thinking about the momentousness of the step that we had just taken in our relationship. But I’m not at all sure that I can imagine what a 13 year old boy would be thinking and feeling. Hell, and certainly not what an android who thought he was a 13 year old boy would be thinking and feeling. For me, it was … well, besides being wonderful, it was a milestone on two levels. On the cold technical level it was proof, nearly beyond a doubt, that the M.A.R.C. (As you will remember, an acronym for Multi-modal Adolescent Research Companion.) concept could work. But, even more importantly, for me as a person, I had been given a way to satisfy a basic need without feeling that I was doing something wrong. Without the fear and the feelings of guilt that had kept me from caring for someone this much since Eddie. Marc filled a void, an emotional emptiness, that had been with me since Eddie and I parted over 25 years ago. On top of that, what I gave to Marc in return satisfied a fundamental need for him as well, programed or not. When it gets right down to it, we are all programed. başakşehir escort I mean really, just think about it. Every few moments we would make eye contact and smile at one another. His dimpled smile was a sweet, almost shy smile belying perhaps a touch of self-consciousness at, not only the deep intimacy of our union but the intense physical pleasure and emotional fulfillment that he got from it. On the other hand, his bright blue eyes flashed alternately with an impish knowing devilment and a deep warm and real love. Finally I broke the silence, “It looks like it will lighten up by sunset but I know there will be at least one more squall go through before the front brings a clearing wind in the morning.” I know, it was kind of lame, being about the weather and all. Marc was still being kind of quiet. So, I spoke the code words and took the opportunity for an uplink and update. But, I wanted them to be as fast as we could manage. However, before Marc the Tech would uplink to the consortium he said he had to express to me just how much my Marc was in total awe of our lovemaking. This was highly unusual and I had a vague feeling that it was somehow as much Marc the Tech’s feeling as my Marc’s. Then, before I could ask him, he made the uplink and the thought was forgotten. While in the Tech mode I asked him to fill in the four or five minute span of the mode change with memories of quiet storm watching. I left the room to close a window and as I returned, he switched back to my Marc. “I’m back.” I said as I walked back into the room. “Huh?” Marc looked momentarily puzzled, almost uncomfortable. “Oh. I guess I was kind of hypnotized by the storm. It really is fascinating to watch. Where’d you go?” “I just had to close a window I forgot.” With a look of concern, he got up and went to the far living room window. “I wonder how the boat is?” I came up behind him and put my hands on his shoulders. “She’s fine my boy.” He leaned back against me and tilted his head to look up at me. “Would it be okay for me to spend some time online? Jeffery and Josh said they might be on tonight.” “Sure kido. Say hi for me. I think I’ll catch up on the news and check the weather as well.” I poured myself a very small brandy, something I rarely did and then, only on special occasions, and settled down to watch Headline News. There was the usual depressing stuff on the news so I switched to the Weather Channel. I think, in my next life I will be a meteorologist. I have always found the weather to be fascinating. They were showing a good segment on hurricanes and it kept my interest until around 8:45pm. Then I began to yawn, as much from the brandy as the very intense lovemaking and orgasm of a few hours ago. Every few minutes my mind would wonder back to that moment and to the intense pleasure fueled by an even more intense love. I could still feel his surprisingly strong legs grasping me and his heals pressing into the small of my back trying to pull more of me inside him. Savoring and basking were words that hardly did justice to the reliving of the experience. I knew that sleep was sneaking up on me so I turned off the TV, checked the downstairs and headed up. I stopped in Marc’s room and he was busy talking to Jeffery online. Just as a distant roll of thunder warned of another squall on the way, I kissed the top of his head feeling his soft hair and smelling his boy aroma. I whispered, “I love you sweetie. Don’t stay up too late.” “I wont.” He reached up and pulled my lips down to his. They were so warm, soft, moist and sweet. We kissed a moment and then he pulled back saying, “You made me feel so wonderful John. I love you too, with all my heart.” I washed up and slipped into bed. It was nice to lie there and watch the lightening show as the storm moved down the shore. I began to doze in between flashes and thunder. Soon the storm was raging outside and that always halkalı escort made for cozy sleeping for me. There’s nothing like a good storm, at least that’s how I feel. But, along about 9:15 or 9:20, android or no, the storm got to Marc. My room was as dark as pitch and, with the storm and all, it must have been a little scary alone in Marc’s room. His desk lamp and the computer monitor were the only light and it wasn’t surprising that he left the light on when he made his way into my bedroom. By the time he reached the bed he was almost at a dead run and his heart was pounding. But, he didn’t want to wake me, as much out of courtesy as out of embarrassment for his fear. So, he quietly skidded to a halt on his side of the bed. I was sprawled out on my stomach with my head turned toward his side. Unbeknownst to him, I watched through one barely open eye as he removed his robe revealing a smashing pair of pumpkin colored silky bikini briefs. He started to climb in and then stopped as if he remembered something. He stood there with his hands on his hips as if he were debating an important decision and then he made up his mind and softly said to himself with a sly grin; “I’ll ask him to take them off for me. It will be so sexy.” Then he climbed in and moved close to me. But, he didn’t snuggle up as he didn’t want to disturb me. Instead, he ever so gently placed his warm hand on my neck and moved it softly around my shoulders and down to the small of my back in a soothing caress as if he was trying to comfort me. With a satisfied sigh, he then lay on his back, hands behind his head and replayed the memories of the week and, most particularly, earlier this evening. So much had happened in so short a time but he spent most of the time replaying the memories of my making love to him. His heart raced with the thought that he could give me so much pleasure and get so much in return. It made him very hard and gave him such delicious feelings. Oddly, it also gave him a feeling of accomplishment. As though, for some strange reason, he had fulfilled a strong sense of purpose. But most of all, it made him happy, very happy. He did not touch himself though. He wanted, bless his heart, to save that for us together. His pleasant thoughts soothed him. Soon he drifted off into a deep but increasingly restless sleep. “AYE … EEE … EEEYYAaagghhhh!” Marc screamed at the top of his lungs and sat bolt upright. I twisted violently around with the fright of my life. He was sitting ramrod straight with sweat streaming down his face. And he was calling out, “JOHN, I CAN’T REMEMBER! WHY CAN’T I REMEMBER?” Over and over. “I’m here Marc. It was only a dream.” I grabbed him by the shoulders. “Calm down sweetie. I’m here.” I tried to comfort him. Slowly his shouting calmed down to just muttering. “I’ll get a cool wash cloth. Lights on!” The lights came up and I went into the bathroom. “It must be his parents. He can’t remember his parents.” I thought. That’s not a surprising nightmare. I came back and sat down beside him and gently washed his hot face with the cool cloth. Slowly the color returned to his cheeks. He calmed down some more and relaxed back into the pillows staring at the ceiling. I placed the cloth on the night stand. His soft white hair was darkened with his perspiration and slicked back by the wash cloth. Even though his healthy color was back he looked so small and vulnerable lying there. “Are you feeling better Marc?” He nodded slowly. “Want me to leave the lights on?” He shook his head. I slid down beside him and said, “Lights out.” We lay there for a minute and then, in a tiny voice from far away, he asked, “What’s wrong with me?” “Nothing Marc.” I tried to reassure him. “How do you mean?” Tears slowly began to flow again and a slight trembling returned. He tried to explain. “I keep having these dreams that I’m talking with you and other people but şirinevler escort can’t remember what’s being said. And, and … I don’t know who the other people are.” “What do you hear being said?” I asked in an effort to keep him talking. He got a bit more excited. “No! No, I can’t HEAR what’s being said but I know just the same. I mean I know things are being said but I don’t hear. I can see you but I can never see the other people. But, I know just the same that they are there … or, or … somewhere.” I tried soothing him again with the damp wash cloth and his voice calmed down a bit. “What’s worst of all, sometimes you’re not there but the other people are … well, not here but somewhere … oh God, and they keep talking to me but … but … oh God, it’s not me.” He got very calm as he said this last. “I can’t see them or hear them but I know, I just know they are there … but, but … not here. It sounds crazy. I think I AM crazy … or going crazy.” He just lay there trembling and crying, his eyes moving from side to side as though looking for the other people. I asked cautiously. “How many dreams like this have you had Marc?” “Maybe seven since I got here … or was it eight? I’m not sure.” He looked really frightened as he franticly tried to remember. “But two were without you and they were the worst ones. The scariest ones.” “Marc,” I comforted. “I wished you had told me about this before. I’m so sorry. Don’t hesitate to wake me if ever you need me during the night, or any time. Please. Promise me?” He whispered in reply, “Okay, I … I promise.” I thought to myself; seven or eight dreams. Hmmm, six mode changes with me and, maybe, two without me? I spoke an emergency code and Marc the Tech was there. “How many mode changes” I demanded. He looked startled and then concerned but replied; “nine including this one.” I switched him back. Marc swiveled his head urgently from side to side, again, as though looking for someone. The mode change had scared him and he grasped my arm, “I just had … I don’t know, it was almost like the other dreams but just you and me … no, it wasn’t me. And … and it was, well, over in a second.” He was trembling badly now and perspiring heavily again. I tried to convince him, “it must have been just a flash of memory, maybe a flashback.” I got the wash cloth and, once again, cooled his face and forehead. I tried to convince him that it was all just nightmares maybe triggered by the loss of his parents. He seemed to calm down some. I’m going to go to the bathroom, rinse the wash cloth with more cool water and get you a Tylenol PM. You try to think something nice, relax and I’ll be right back. I got up and went to the bathroom. As I passed the dresser I scooped up the cell phone. Closing the door and running the water, I dialed support. They answered on the first ring. I spoke low but with all of the anger I could muster; “Listen carefully you sons of bitches, I’m only going to say this once. Stay out of his head unless I’m there. There ARE no second chances here. Once more and I blow the deal wide open. I don’t make idle threats. Don’t FUCK with him or me. If you don’t believe I mean it just ask Edward. He knows, I’m a man of my word. Don’t call me back, I’ll call in the morning. Have Edward there.” I broke the connection. Fury shook through my body like a jolt of high voltage electricity. I had to calm down before going back out to him. I splashed cold water on my face. Flushed the toilet. Anything to buy a moment’s time to calm down. Now I had to go out. “Here we go kido.” I gave him one tablet and again tried to cool his cheeks and forehead. When I slid down next to him he rolled over and snuggled in my arms. His warm moist face pressed into my neck and his breathing kind of hiccoughed in the after affects of his fear and crying. But, in minutes we were both asleep and I didn’t move until I heard the fog horn from the lighthouse on the point. It meant that the rain was over, the storm was past and just the fog was left in its place. I only hoped it were true. I hoped that the real storm wasn’t just beginning. Next: Chapter Sixteen – That’s great! That’s just f***ing great!

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