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Subject: M.A.R.C. Ch. 23 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. Dedications: To all my good friends and patrons of a certain tavern and swimming pool; May all the boys be happy and without a care, may all our flagons be full of the finest of ales, our toasts hearty … but short and the frying pans few and flying well overhead! To an OK writer; write on! To a special Mikey; I admire you my friend. Be well soon! And especially … To my little star gazer; May all your dreams come true. Near the end of Chapter Twenty-two: We served up plates and sat down in the living room to watch the news. After second helpings we were soon sitting there just sighing and enjoying our happily full bellies … mine maybe a bit fuller than Marc’s. I reached my hand over and began to twirl my finger in the hair on the back of Marc’s head and neck. He shivered and kind of scrunched his head down, giving me a shy but happy smile. “You feeling better kiddo?” “Yeah, now that I’m home with you.” He moved over and snuggled up to my side as I slid my arm around his shoulders and drew him close. “I’m glad Marc. I love you.” I kissed the top of his head and breathed in his scent. He spoke softly, thoughtfully. “It … it makes no difference … does it?” There was a kind of finality to the way he said it. “What makes no difference sweetie?” “That I am what I am and you are what you are.” “Nope.” I said emphatically. “Is there any reason that it should?” “Nope!” He sighed and nuzzled a little closer. “None at all!” There was a kind of finality in his voice as he said it … as though closing a chapter in his short life. Part Two – Life goes on Chapter Twenty-three – Jeffrey’s Dad feeds the fishes The technician had been right. Marc didn’t need any technical help to set up the equipment. By 9:30 p.m. we had everything working and while sitting at my computer, the digital video cam had my mug up, clear as a bell, on Marc’s computer in his room. As we only had the one cam I couldn’t see him but Monday afternoon we would do a live test with the technician back at the Consortium. “Okay buddy, looks good. I’m proud of you!” “Thanks Uncle John. I just have to check a few connections and get the wires out of the way.” “It’s been a wild day and I’m surprised I’ve lasted this long.” I yawned. “I’m gonna shower and go to bed Marc. Don’t stay up too late.” I kissed the top of his head. “I’m glad everything’s okay.” There was a pause. “Oh … okay.” He sounded absorbed in what he was doing. After starting the shower, I shed my dirty clothes, dumped them in the laundry hamper and stepped into the heavenly feel of the hot water jets and steamy humidity. My tired muscles began to relax as I luxuriated in the heat. Everything felt and smelled so good, the shampoo as I washed my hair, the soap as I washed my tired body and the rough bristles of the brush I used on my back. I guess the pleasant sensations weakened the defenses that I had built up over the last day or so and, as the shower rinsed away the last of the soap suds, I slumped against the tiles, closed my eyes and quietly sobbed. My strength seemed to be washing away down the drain and then, as if on cue, I felt Marc’s gentle hands and arms slip around me and pull me to him as he softly spoke. “Come here old man.” All my fear and anxiety came to the surface and left me as I held onto him and he onto me. I leaned down and buried my face in the soft crook of his neck as my sobs slowly died away. “Thank you sweetie. I sure needed you right then.” I finally managed to whisper. Together, we shampooed and washed and then dried each other. We walked, hand in hand, out into the bedroom. Opening all of the windows and turning down the bed, we slipped into its smooth coolness and into each other’s arms. With the soft background of the outside night noises, we held and caressed and whispered our love as we drifted off into a peaceful sleep. —————— Sometimes I almost feel cheated when I go to sleep at night and, in what seems like just moments, I open my eyes to see the bright early morning sun. That was the case now. My eyes slowly opened and I could see out the windows and out over the sea. There was an early bird Sunday boater sailing out of the bay with a few curious seagulls swooping down behind him in search of an easy breakfast. The warm smell of a sea breeze spoke of the warm day ahead and the potential for a good sail with Jeffery and his parents. I wasn’t tired but I felt somehow let down. Waking up in the middle of the night is a small treat because I get to stretch, go to the bathroom, gaze out at the sea and the stars, inhale the night air and then curl up again and drift back off into slumber with my sweet Marc. Sometime during this night, as most nights, I had rolled in my sound sleep from my left side to my right and I now noticed that a possessive arm was wrapped around me from behind. I yawned. The movement stirred my possessor and I felt the delicious sensations of an awakening young male along the crevice of my backside. I gently flexed the muscles back there and was rewarded with a little throb and a soft young boy groan. “Mmmmmmm, thasss niiicce.” He mumbled into my shoulder blades. I flexed the same muscles again and was rewarded with a dirty little giggle. Reaching back, I patted his naked hip. “Hold that thought my little man. Be right back.” Being that it was early, I took a quick leak, rinsed my eyes and hands and swished some cinnamon mouth wash. As I opened the bathroom door a naked boy was just disappearing out the bedroom door, no doubt to use his own bathroom. I slipped under the cool top sheet and waited for my nice warm morning snuggler to return and cuddle up behind me. As the minutes past I began to doze and was gently startled back to wakefulness as a warm youngster made himself to home in front of me instead of behind. He carefully moved this way and that until all the right parts fit in all the right places. All the while he was making soft little squeaky kinds of noises. They stopped when he was clearly satisfied with his arrangements. Then he pulled my left arm around him like a loving blanket. Gradually, his warm soft smoothness brought that essential part of me to full awareness and need. His small hand reached back between us and directed that part to its natural opposite part and it quickly became obvious why he had taken extra minutes to return to bed. He had prepared himself. Ever so gently and slowly he pushed himself back onto me and, once fully in possession of me, he deeply sighed the sigh of the contented. The warmth and tightness of him around me increased my hardness and need but I did not begin. I knew he just wanted us to be together in a oneness that only two lovers can achieve. He held my arm as I barely moved my hand on his soft stomach. Occasionally, just occasionally, as his own erect part would throb with pleasure, he would squeeze that part of me that he held so warm and tight inside him. Then we both would sigh. Try as I might to hold them back, the pressures of pleasure continued to build. Eventually, still not having moved, I found myself overcome and filling his warm loving body with my own warm love. As I groaned in my release into him, I felt him firmly squeeze me back several times and a stream of warm pulsing wetness covered the back of my hand, which was still tightly holding his stomach. As his squeezing and my groans subsided, we basked in the loving warmth that we had created. He moved his head başakşehir escort under my chin and I noticed the smell of his hair. “Ummm, John. I so love loving you.” How can there be words to respond to that? “As I you.” I giggled as I felt so foolish with my seemingly inadequate reply. “What?” He moved his head under my chin again and the softness of his hair felt so good. I gave his tummy a little squeeze. “Nothing sweetie, I’m just very happy.” He sighed, “Good, me too.” This was heaven but 10:30 a.m. would arrive, along with Jeffrey and parents before we knew it. “Marc, I love you sweetie but I think we had better get up and get going.” “Ooohhhh.” There was a sweet lilt to his whine. I ran my hand over the curve of his soft smooth hip and he gave me an affectionate squeeze back, from the inside. It was delicious. “Don’t tempt me my little minx boy.” There was a cute little snicker as he slowly pulled away from me, stretching and rolled onto his stomach. I again ran my hand over him, this time lovingly down his back and up over the rise of his small firm round bottom. I so admired these gentle hills and valleys on a boy, particularly this boy. He turned to look at me as my hand lingered on one soft cheek and smiled with his pleasure at being touched with love. “It makes me happy to make you happy Uncle John.” I smiled back. “I love you Marc.” A tear rose up, ran over the rim of his eye and down his cheek. He leaned toward me and kissed my chin. “I love you too.” Then, before I could react, he pushed up from the bed and was bounding across the room to his doorway as only a young boy can. “Let’s eat! I’m famished!” I laughed, guessing that the mood was gone. I lay there for a few minutes reflecting on how fast things can change. In the last 24 to 48 hours we had weathered both an emotional and a technological crisis and now, here I was having almost totally forgotten it all and just who and what Marc was. But then, that was the whole idea … wasn’t it? I farted as I heaved myself up out of bed and broke into the giggles. I was extraordinarily happy and alive. The day was building to perfection. A grand early summer’s day. Golden sun, azure blue sky, a few fluffy white clouds indicating a nice breeze that would be perfect for a day sail. By the time we got ourselves going, the boat all prepared to depart and plenty of beer and soda on ice, it was close to 10:30 a.m. and Jeffrey and parents came strolling down the lawn. The minute Jeffrey saw Marc he broke into a run. “Jeffrey! Don’t drop that pie!” Heather, his Mom, called after him. The boys met up at the shore end of the dock and had their heads together in boy talk right away. “Hello!” Paul, Jeffrey’s Dad, called out. “Hi all!” I called back and climbed off the boat to greet them. Paul was hefting a carton on one shoulder and a small clothes duffle in the opposite hand. I took the carton, which smelled wonderful, and shook hands. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you Paul. Jeffrey has been a great new friend for Marc.” Heather came up behind with a huge platter of what looked to be shrimp and a bowl of cocktail sauce. “Hello John. It’s nice to meet you too. We are so glad that Jeffrey and Marc made friends in the sailing class. Jeffrey is such a quiet and shy boy.” I put the carton on the deck and climbed back on the boat. “Hand me those Heather and I’ll put them down below. Then you can get on board more easily.” I showed them where to stow their gear below, how to use the head and we arranged the shrimp and lunch so they wouldn’t go flying in the seaway as we sailed. At one point, before we called the boys, Heather was kind enough to ask about how Marc was doing concerning the loss of his parents. “He has his moments Heather, as I’m sure you can imagine, but all in all he’s doing fine. Thanks for asking.” And I’m doing just fine too, I thought to myself, at continuing to retell the lie that is Marc’s story. “Well, he’s a very nice boy.” “Thank you. This is a whole new experience for me but I’m learning.” Just then I felt the boat list toward the dock and knew that the boys had climbed aboard. Marc peered down the hatchway. “Let’s get the row on the showed Uncle John!” I chuckled. “I think someone is a little excited!” Heather put a hand on my arm, shook her head and sighed. “We’ve been there. You’ll never get used to it.” I laughed and nodded, secretly hoping that it was so, that I never would. “Thanks.” I called up to Jeffrey, “Hand down that pie Jeffrey and I’ll stow it. Marc, show Jeff how to let the lines go but wait for me.” We reemerged into the sunshine and I explained to Paul and Heather where they could sit as we start out. Heather reminded us to put on sunscreen and we all lathered up. Paul offered to help with the boat but I suggested that he watch this first time. With the engine going, I had Marc take the bow line and Jeffrey the stern where I could give him some direction. Everything went quite smoothly and in about 15 minutes we were under full sail and gliding out past the flasher buoy at the harbor entrance. The boys came aft and sat down in the cockpit. Marc took charge of the Genoa sheet and kept the headsail perfectly trimmed as we made our way out to the islands. I was proud of how much he had picked up from our first sail. The water was nearly flat, as it so often is on mornings like this. The return trip would be a bit more exciting as the wind will have freshened and caused the waves to build. Paul and Jeffrey were asking Marc and I questions about handling the boat and occasionally Heather asked about the facilities below decks. All in all, we seemed to get on well together. They were a nice family. After a half hour or so I could see that the boys were starting to get fidgety. “Marc, why don’t you two carefully explore around the boat and see what parts correspond to the ones on the sailing dinghies at the yacht club?” Two young faces brightened immediately. “Great idea Uncle John! Let’s go Jeffrey!” Heather looked concerned so I spoke up quickly. “Now remember you two, one hand for the ship.” “Okay John!” Marc called back as they moved up forward. Paul gave me a questioning look. “Oh. That’s part of an old ship’s saying. I can’t remember it all but it basically means, always have one hand on the ship. In other words, hold on. “Shouldn’t they wear life jackets?” “No. Actually, life jackets can be dangerous to wear on a big sailboat.” “Why is that? I see people wear them on power boats.” I laughed. “Well, people on most powerboats just sit on their butts waiting to get where they’re going. Sailors need to work the boat, put up the sails, trim sails, change sails, lookout, take down the sails and so on. So, if you’re wearing a life jacket, it will get in the way and could even snag on something and cause you to go overboard. We’re an active breed, we sailors, and believe that it’s the activity of getting wherever we’re going that’s the fun. “Wow!” Paul looked a bit overwhelmed. “There is so much to learn.” I looked back and forth between Heather and Paul. “Never been sailing?” Paul gave a half hearted laugh. “Never been on a boat of any kind. Heather has some canoe and small motor boat experience on a small lake but nothing this big.” “Well, just sit back and enjoy. The boat is easy for even just one to manage. We should be there in about an hour and then maybe you’d like to get Jeffrey to show you what he’s learned. Marc says he’s a better sailor than he thinks.” The sea remained very smooth and we continued to have a nice conversation, occasionally interrupted by questions from the boys. At one point Heather and Marc went below and they handed up a light snack of cheese and crackers. It was close to noon. “So,” I declared. “With the sun nearly over the yard arm Paul, how ’bout an ice cold beer? Heather?” “Huh?” Paul looked quizzical. “Sun over the yard arm? What’s that?” I laughed. “Another ship’s saying. No drinking before noon … sun over the yard arm.” Paul smiled. “I like that. Yeah, a cold brew sounds good to me.” I heard a small voice chime in. “Me too.” I chuckled in Marc’s direction. “I don’t think so little man, you’re driving home.” “Seriously?” He quickly forgot about beer. “Sure.” “WoooHooo!” Marc shouted out. Paul and Jeffrey looked impressed. We made the breakwater at the island without having to tack and I rolled up the Genoa on the automatic furling system. Then, just sailing sloewly under mainsail, I carefully guide the boat over by the beach and dropped the anchor. As she settled back down with the breeze and the halkalı escort anchor caught, Marc and Jeffrey dropped the mainsail and furled it. “Well, I’m very impressed my boy.” Paul was patting a proud looking Jeffrey on the shoulder. “You two sure have learned a lot.” Jeffrey positively beamed up at his Dad. Something that I think he hasn’t had the opportunity to do too often lately. I looked at Marc and he winked at me. Heather, in the meantime, had become one with the boat and the sea and was dreamily taking in the relaxed atmosphere, fresh air and scenery. “You know John, we haven’t lived here all that long and I never knew that these islands were so beautiful. It’s wonderful out here.” “Yes, it is. Marc and I spent the night out here a few days ago. At night, if it’s quiet, you can even hear the whales.” “Whales? Really?” Both she and Paul seemed surprised. “Yes. Perhaps some weekend we can do this again and stay over … weather permitting of course.” Both boys whooped it up at that idea and we had to hold off a mutiny and being forced to stay the night this trip. Besides, Paul had to be at work tomorrow. The topic was changed by Heather’s heading below to layout lunch and she dragged Jeffrey and Marc with her as galley slaves. Paul and I settled down in the aft section of the cockpit with two fresh cold beers. He was interested in the responsibilities that came with boat ownership. While we chatted, we could see quite a repast forming on the cockpit table that Marc had set up. The shrimp and cocktail sauce I had seen when Heather arrived proved to be incredible, just the right hint of horseradish and garlic. Then platters of home made southern fried chicken, potato salad and one filled with carrots, celery, green pepper, and pickles. We lounged around and stuffed ourselves laughing and talking. It was a wonderful onboard picnic finished off with a home made apple pie! Invariably after a sail in the bright sun and a serious feeding, the crew of a sailboat tends to yawning and slumber. We were no exception. Paul adjusted his lounging position first and soon was lightly snoring. Heather started to yawn but restrained herself. “I have to clean up.” “Oh no! You brought all this wonderful food. I’ll clean up. Just relax. Can I get you anything? She laughed. “Not a thing thanks. This is delightful.” It wasn’t hard to gather up things and take them below. As I was packing stuff up, Marc and Jeffrey slipped past me into the forward cabin, closing and latching the door behind them. “Hmmm,” I thought out loud to myself. “I wonder what that’s all about?” While I finished up I could hear them talking softly and giggling. Just as I started up on deck, with another cold beer, they emerged and my breath caught in my throat. Two absolutely breathtakingly sexy boys stood in the main cabin in just their speedos. Marc’s world globe speedo I had seen before and admired but Jeffrey’s was totally out of character and completely changed how he looked. What there was of it was a zebra pattern but instead of black and white it was the wildest electric pinkish purple and an eye shattering sun yellow. Someone should have been arrested just for designing it and blinding the world. As I looked at him I realized that he was down right hot, in his own innocent 12 year old way. And, I could tell by his half closed eyes that Marc was clearly aware of Jeffrey’s new intensely sexual aura. I chuckled to myself as I noticed that Marc showed another tell tale sign of his appreciation of Jeffrey’s surprising new look. Jeffrey, on the other hand, seemed a tad on the skittish side. His lower lip pushed out and trembled a little. I think that he was scared to death. I tried to head off a possible panic. “Jeffrey. You look very good, very handsome, in that speedo.” “Huh? Really?” His voice trembled. “Where did you get it? I love it.” “Huh? Oh, my Mom bought it.” He seemed to calm a little. I know I did. I was afraid that Marc had talked him into buying it. “Well son, you better go up on deck and show your Mom just how handsome you are in it.” I gently pointed him in that direction while blocking Marc’s way. “Huh? Oh … Yeah … I guess.” He shook off his reluctance, braced himself and started up on deck while, unknown to him, both Marc and I lasciviously admired his very cute butt as he climbed the short ladder. The poor boy was greeted with; “Aw isn’t he cute. Jeffrey! You look stunning! Don’t you think Paul?” “Cute? Stunning?” Paul grumbled. “My son is a handsome young man … not stunning.” I’m glad I couldn’t see Jeffrey’s face. The poor kid. I was, for the first time, a little disappointed with Heather and Paul. Marc pulled me down to whisper in my ear. “He was afraid that they’d sound like that. And worse yet, he’s terrified of popping a rod in front of his parents.” I laughed. “Well, we both seem to have the same problem and I reached out and gently ran my hand over Marc’s very prominent condition.” Marc giggled as he returned my caress. “I know. I had no idea how cute he is nearly naked.” “Well, I think we best stall a moment or two until we are decent. Then we can go up above.” I took a deep breath causing Marc to snicker at my nervousness. I put the last few things away and then suggested it was time to go up above. Marc started up the ladder and I couldn’t resist … I tickled his backside just behind his balls. “WHOAOUP!” Marc yelped in surprise and glared back down into my mischievously grinning face. “You okay Marc?” Heather asked in response. “Oh … ah … I almost slipped.” He stammered and turned bright red. Then he turned back to me and added with a whisper and an evil grin; “You’re askin’ for it buster.” I burst out laughing and slapped a hand over my mouth trying to stifle it. I looked back up at him and whispered back. “I can’t wait sweetie.” I emphasized the sweetie to ruffle his feathers but still quiet enough so no one would hear. I had promised, after all, never to call him that in public. The look back from Marc made my day. The boys wanted to swim but Heather and I both agreed that, besides being to soon after eating, the water was still too cold. So, the two of them went up on the foredeck and pretended to be sunbathing while they whispered, schemed and, on occasion, giggled. Paul snored quietly on as Heather and I chatted about raising boys. She was full of good advice. She and Paul seemed very nice and I learned not to draw too many conclusions about parents from what little sons had to say about their moms and dads. After a few minutes, she craned her neck to see if the boys were still safely occupied up by the bow and then lowered her voice. “I’m worried about Jeffrey.” “How so?” I suspected where she might go with this. Then she looked over at Paul, who continued to doze. “Well, Jeffrey is a sensitive boy and kind of … well, frail.” I knew now what she was trying to find the courage to say. “He is a sensitive lad. I give him credit for it. And, he may be a bit on the wiry side but then so are a lot of people.” She hesitated, as if grasping for words. “Your Marc is much more … much more … well, manly.” I smiled and tried to make it a warm smile. “Heather, the boy is what, twelve? Marc is a year ahead of him and has had to deal with a lot. Besides, kids develop at wildly different rates.” Now she looked a little frustrated. “Yes but … well, Paul …” She whispered his name as if she thought the sound of it would waken him. “… he wants to make a man of him.” I chuckled and then apologized. “I’m sorry Heather. I don’t mean to make light of your concern but from my perspective he’s a nice boy who looks like he’s going to become a nice man.” I decided to redirect the conversation. “Do you folks think you will get a boat?” Heather looked relieved. “Well, we’ve been thinking about it.” “How about golf? Does Paul play?” “No. Not really. Why do you ask? “Marc is taking lessons so I thought Jeffrey might like to try if his Dad played.” “That’s kind of you.” She seemed more relaxed again and smiled. “Paul and I can talk about it but I think that he was thinking about some diving lessons this summer.” There was a snort behind us. “Huh? You call me Hun?” “No dear. We were just talking about possible summer activities, sailing, golf and diving.” “Oh.” Paul stood and stretched. “Think I’ll test out the head.” “It’d be a good idea if everyone did,” I added. “We should be heading back soon. I called up forward. Marc!” “Yeeeessss?” “We’re getting ready to head back! Could you come aft please? You two should put boat shoes şirinevler escort on at least.” “Okay.” The two got up reluctantly. They both looked like they had fallen asleep. The activity of sailing and fresh sea air can do that, even to kids with the boundless energy that these two had. We each took a turn using the head and I suggested that shirts and jackets be handy as the breeze outside the breakwater looked like it had done its usual afternoon freshening. Back on deck I announced; “Okay Cap’n Marc, it’s your show.” “WHAT?” The poor kid looked terrified. “C’mon Marc. You can handle it. Just think it through step by step.” I gave him a big thumbs up. “Heather and Paul, you guys just sit back and watch the boys show us how it’s done.” “Oh geez.” I heard Marc mumble under his breath and Jeffrey just stood there. “Okay. I see some stage fright here.” I turned to Jeffrey. “Jeffrey? What should we do first?” He thought hard then his eyes brightened. “Pull up the anc … NO! Raise the mainsail!” “Good boy!” I flashed him a big thumbs up. “Marc? What’s next?” He didn’t even hesitate, now that the ice was broken, and ran off a spiel almost by the book. “After the main is up, you and Jeffrey pull up the anchor while I put the helm hard over and backwind the main so that the boat turns away from the wind and we head for the harbor entrance.” “Well done! Both of you! Marc, I’m glad to see that you were paying attention the other day.” I was very proud of them both and could see that Jeffrey’s parents were as well. Fifteen minutes later and with the Genoa up now too, we were steaming along towards home at a good 6 or 7 knots under the afternoon’s freshened breeze. Unfortunately, the breeze had kicked up a bit of a following sea. As we were sailing on a broad reach away from the breeze, the boat kind of wallowed and surfed over the waves. This is not the best combination of motions for the, shall we say, uninitiated. I stood close behind Marc with my hands on his shoulders as he steered a very accurate course. Jeffrey was carefully following my instructions on keeping the Genoa properly trimmed. And Heather was just enjoying the gorgeous afternoon. So, none of us noticed as Paul first got quiet, then turned pale and finally grew a decidedly ghastly shade of green. I think that Heather, knowing her husband, was the first to suspect that something was amiss. “Honey? Are you cold? I have your sweater here.” Her words got my attention and I took a look in Paul’s direction. It was about that moment when he greened out. “Paul! Look to your left!” Paul was sitting on the port, and fortunately the downwind side, and just as he heard my shout and looked out over the water as it sloshed by, his stomach decided that he should feed the fishes. “Oh gross!” Jeffrey was sitting just forward of his father. “Dad? Are you okay?” I moved to the hatch and grabbed some paper towels from just inside, handing them to Heather as she moved over to comfort Paul. Marc had a stricken look on his face. “I’m sorry! I was trying to steer as smooth a course as I could. I’m sorry.” Paul wiped his mouth and looked up at Marc. “It’s not your fault son. I guess I’m just not much for boating after all.” Then he turned and retched again. I climbed back up to windward behind Marc and gently rubbed his back. “There’s nothing a helmsman could have done to smooth the ride any better Marc.” Heather started to suggest that Paul go below but I cautioned them. “Going below will only make it worse. Fresh air is best. The motion of the boat will improve once we round the next buoy.” Paul put on his sweater and settled back. He felt better enough to give Jeffrey a reassuring pat on the back too. Heather still looked a bit motherly at Paul. “Is there anything we can do for him?” “After a few minutes, water might help or some coke or ginger ale and a couple plain crackers. I think there is a tin of crackers down in the galley for just such emergencies.” “Oh? Does Marc get seasick?” Heather looked concerned for Marc. I laughed. “No, Marc seems to be fine so long as he’s on the boat.” I winked and grinned evilly at Marc as the inside joke was missed by the others. He stuck out his tongue at me ’cause he knew I meant when he fell overboard. “The crackers are for me.” Paul and Heather looked surprised. “You? You get seasick? But, it’s your boat.” “My whole family were sailors and we all got seasick at one time or another. But, like a lot of things, with time you sort of get sealegs. Don’t give up on a boat yet Paul.” His green pallor was gone but he still looked pale. “Well, right now’s not a good time to decide.” He chuckled and I was glad to see a spark of humor. Marc continued to do a fine steering job and the rest of the return sail was much smoother. Paul did get down a few crackers and some coke and by the time we reached our harbor entrance he was sitting up and enjoying the fresh breeze and sunshine. After we were snugly back and tied up at the dock, Jeffrey and Marc insisted on cleaning up the boat and putting her to bed. Heather, Paul and I gathered our things, leftover food and the garbage and headed up the lawn. “You look like you’re feeling better Paul.” I noticed a bit of spring returning to his step. “Thanks John. You were right about the crackers and the coke and once we rounded the buoy, things did get better. Maybe we wont give up yet … is that okay dear?” Heather looked pleased. “I’m glad to hear it Paul because Jeffrey seemed to take to it and I know I had a good time too. We should give it a chance.” “I’m glad to hear it Heather.” I really meant it too. “Why don’t we check our calendars and pick a friday or saturday night for an overnighter?” “That’s very kind of you John.” We were at the road and I could see Paul was kind of eager to head home. “Good. I’ll give you a call. Oh, and I’ll send Jeffrey along shortly.” They waved as they started off walking along the road that lead to their home just a few blocks away. After dropping off my load of stuff in the kitchen, I started to stroll down the lawn towards the dock. Ginny Marsh was weeding in her beautiful English garden so I ambled over to say hello. “Hi Ginny. Every year I marvel at your green thumb.” A slightly startled and dirt covered older lady glanced my way with a smile. “Oh my John, you startled me.” “I’m sorry. You must have really been concentrating on those persistent weeds.” She chuckled. “Yes, they are that and thank you for your compliment. Did you have a nice sail today?” “Yes thanks. Marc’s new friend and his family came along. It was a nice day and now the boys are putting the boat away.” “They looked like nice folks.” “Yes, I think that they are.” I nodded. “How is Ralph?” She laughed. “Oh. He’s just fine. He’s inside watching baseball and drinking beer. Go on in.” “Oh, maybe another time thanks.” I gestured toward the boat. “I have to check on the crew.” “They must be scrubbing the cabin to within an inch of it’s life.” She nodded towards the boat too. “They disappeared into the cabin shortly after you all walked up the lawn.” “Well, the galley was pretty messy. Say hello to Ralph.” I headed towards the dock. “Bye, bye John.” As I walked down the dock, it being low tide, I could look down on the boat. The portholes are quite large and I glanced in to see if the boys were there. To my surprise, I saw them standing there with their bathing suits about their ankles. They were standing close, each facing the other and gentling masturbating one another. Their heads were bowed side by side almost resting on the other’s shoulder. They each were studying the others penis and concentrating on their obviously pleasurable task. It was both extremely erotic to me and sweetly innocent. I was hard in an instant and had to readjust my clothes to hide it as best I could. As much as I hated to spoil their fun, I had to send Jeffrey home as promised so I called out to warn them of my arrival. “Ahoy maties! Is everything ship shape?” I paused to give them a moment before I climbed down to the boat. “Hi dad … er, Uncle John!” I’d clearly unnerved Marc a tad. “We’re just changing!” As I stepped on deck a very beet red faced young android boy stuck his head out of the hatch. “My my Marc. Looks like you got a bit too much sun.” The two of them acted sheepishly while we closed up the boat but I let it slide. As we walked up the lawn I put my arms over the shoulders of both boys and told them that I was very proud of how they sailed and cleaned up afterwards. Then, as promised, I sent Jeffrey home but added a soft pat to his cute backside. He gave me a shy smile and thanked us both for a nice time. Once inside, I gathered my sweet Marc into my arms and kissed him. “I love you son but we have to have a little chat.” Next: Chapter Twenty-four – Private chats and video conferences

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