My Bodyguard Chapter 9
A very special thanks to Ed for editing this chapter.
This is not a true story.
This is a story of love, trust, hope, and commitment. It is not a sex story. However, this story deals with love between two teenagers. If you are offended by stories involving love between two teenage boys, please do not read this story. There will be some sex scenes in this story; however, sex is not the main theme. If you are under age 18 or 21 or it is illegal to read this story where you live, don't read it.
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I woke up the next morning still in Mark's strong arms. I felt so warm and comfortable I did not want to move. But my body was telling me otherwise. I tried to disengage from Mark without waking him up. He stirred.
"Good morning, sunshine," I said.
"Good morning," he said.
"I'll be right back. I need to piss like a race horse."
After I came back from the bathroom Mark made a beeline for the bathroom too. I went ahead and got dressed. Mark returned and he got dressed too.
"It's still early. I don't think my mom is up yet. I want to thank you for last night."
"Hmmm, why would you mean thank me, I didn't do anything?"
"But you did, Mike, you didn't push me into something I'm not ready for yet. I appreciate that."
"Mark, you just holding me last night was better than anything else we possibly could have done."
"I felt the same way, Mike, I have never woken up with someone in my arms before. It felt great."
"Mark, will you be my boyfriend?"
"Well, we are already friends and you are a boy so I guess we are already boyfriends."
"Mark, you know what I mean. I want to be more than just friends with you."
"Mike, I feel I already am more than friends, like best friends. But as far as the other, yes, I'll be your boyfriend but I have some problems you need to understand. You will need to be patient with me. I have some emotional problems getting close to people. The other day I broke down in front of Uncle Sam and your dad. I really need this relationship to work, but we need to take it slow so I am not overwhelmed. Also, like Sam said, we can't be so wrapped up in each other that we lose track of why we are together in the first place. Sam still wants me to wear a wire. We need to be careful what we say or do to each other. We don't want to break the law. We are both considered minors in this state. The only sexual law about homosexuals is a sodomy law and I'm not really interested in doing that anyway. But some of the stuff in that story you read last night sounds like fun, especially with you, Mike. Can you live with that?"
"I feel the same way you do, Mark. Although I do have some sexual experience, it was not with someone I am in love with. Tell you the truth, I was pretty nervous last night too and we really didn't do anything."
"I think we need to talk to your dad and Uncle Sam about what is acceptable behavior."
"I don't know about you, Mark, but I am hungry. Let's get some breakfast."
"I'm starving. Let's cook something."
We went to the kitchen and decided to cook French toast, bacon, and eggs. Actually, Mark did most of the cooking. I just helped him. The love of my life, my protector, and he can cook too. What more could I ask for? Breakfast was almost ready when Mark's mom Grace came in the kitchen.
"Did you boys cook breakfast just for me?"
"Actually, Mom, we were only thinking of ourselves, but we made enough for you too."
We sat down at the table and started eating breakfast. Mrs. Adams is a tall lady, about six feet tall, with red hair and dark green eyes. Mark and I were both trying to control great big grins on our faces.
"Why is it you two look like the cat who ate the canary? Mike, I have known your father ever since he started coming over to our house in the second grade. I was two years older than Sam and your dad. I see a lot of him in you. Don't think for one moment you can get one over on me. I have also seen that same look on your father's face."
"I am not trying to get one over on you, Mrs. Adams. I'm just in a great mood today."
"So what did you boys do last night?"
"We watched a movie and surfed on the Internet," Mark responded.
"What movie did you watch?"
"It is called 'Beautiful Thing'."
"What kind of movie is it?"
"It is a love story."
"What kind of love story?"
"It is a love story made in England."
"Mark, that is not what I asked."
"It is a love story about two teenagers."
"Actually Mark, you don't need to be embarrassed. I have heard of that movie. Where did you go surfing on the Internet?"
"Well, we looked at some pictures and read some stories."
"What kind of pictures?"
"You know, pictures of different people in places."
"Hmmm, how different were these people or places?"
"You know, Mom, different."
"What about these stories you read, were they different too?"
"Okay, Mom, you win. I give up."
"You see, Mike, Mark never lies to me but he also doesn't tell me the whole truth. Don't be afraid to tell me the truth. I won't go running to your father if you tell me something in private. Now, what do you two plan on doing today? Something 'different', I presume."
"I thought we'd go over to Ron's and train some."
"That's fine. I planned on cleaning house this morning anyway. Because you guys cooked breakfast, I'll cook dinner. What do you plan on doing this afternoon?"
"We haven't really talked about that yet but I'd kind of like to watch football this afternoon. How about you, Mike?"
"I like football, that would be fine. And, Mrs. Adams, we brought a pot roast that you can prepare for us for dinner if you like."
"I love pot roast, Mike, that sounds like an excellent dinner. I want you to know that you can stay here anytime you want and for as long as you want."
"That is very gracious of you, Mrs. Adams. Thank you."
She ruffled my hair and smiled at me. Now I know where Mark gets that smile. Mark led me outside, saying goodbye to his mother. We went next door and Mark knocked on the door. Ron appeared and introduced himself. He said Mark has told him all about me. Ron is not a big man but he is in very good shape. He also looked quite old, all his hair was gray. He had several tattoos on his arms. He led us out to his garage. Mark told him all about his encounter with the six bullies from school.
"Sounds like you handled yourself very well, Mark," Ron said. "How about you, Mike, would you like to learn how to defend yourself? When I was a young man a little younger than you, I lived out on the West Coast. I had some kids bully me too. I saw an ad for self defense training. I enlisted in the school. An instructor called Bruce Lee ran it. This was before he became famous in TV and movies. I trained with him for two years. After that I also studied karate and boxing. In the late '60s I was drafted in the Army. Because of my boxing skills, I did not have to go to southeast Asia and get killed for my country. I was the Army middleweight champion. I would be happy to show you some techniques you can use to defend yourself, Mike."
Ron was a very likable guy. In no time he showed me several moves I could do to temporarily disable someone. He also showed me several ways to easily kill somebody if necessary. Ron and Mark sparred for a while and I was amazed at what they were capable of doing. Then the three of us worked out, lifting weights for a while. After that we went back to Mark's house. We each took a shower and went down to the kitchen and made some sandwiches. After that we watched football. We saw a really good game.
Dinner was excellent. Mrs. Adams did very good job. We talked about general stuff. Mrs. Adams was careful not to ask anything too personal.
"You boys said that movie you watched last night was very good. How about the three of us watch it together tonight? What you think?"
"Well, I wouldn't mind watching it again but it's a little hard to follow, Mrs. Adams. You see, the actors have a heavy English accent and use a lot of slang."
"Well, perhaps I can be of help. I have a friend from England from work who moved to the States a few years ago. She also has a heavy accent and uses a lot of slang."
"That would be great, Mom, but remember, we did tell you the movie was a little 'different'."
"No problem, Son. I told you I've heard of the movie. I heard it was good. And besides, isn't that movie rated R? You should have a parent watch it with you. After all, neither one of you is 18 yet. Perhaps I should even talk to that video store and find out how you are able to rent it."
"Mrs. Adams, I think you should be a lawyer or something. I think you have missed your calling as a waitress at the diner. You are very smart."
"Flattery will get you nowhere, young man. Don't think buttering me up will get you anywhere. And anyway, a good memory helps me get good tips."
"I can butter up some popcorn for the movie, can't I, Mom?"
"Sure, Mark, why don't you make the popcorn. Now, Mike, you know why Mark tells me everything. There is no way I'm not going to find it out anyway," she said, chuckling.
We all helped cleaning up the kitchen and Mark made some popcorn. We went into the living room and Mark and I sat on the couch and Mrs. Adams sat in the lazy boy. We found out Mrs. Adams loved the group 'The Mamas and the Papas'. It is the sound track to the movie. She told us all about the group and the songs. She said they were her favorite group in the late '60s. She was a great help with the slang and she would stop the tape and explain things to us when we had questions. We really enjoyed the movie more now that we understood everything. During the movie, Mark and I kept moving closer and closer to each other. By the time the movie ended, our arms and legs were touching. After the movie Mrs. Adams wanted to talk to us.
"Mike, I don't mean to embarrass you, but when Sam called me about Mark coming up there to help you, he told me you were gay. I am sure you have found out by now that my son Mark is gay also. And I have been watching you two ever since I got home last night. And it is obvious to me that you two are attracted to each other. I feel it's important that we reach an understanding as to where this relationship is going. Mike, you could not have learned that much about Mark in the last week. I love my son very much and I don't want to see him get hurt. Mark might be big and strong but his heart is very fragile. If you hurt him, I'm not sure he could handle it. Mark has gone through more pain in his young life than he deserves. I am also concerned that you two really love each other before you do anything with each other. It is important that a relationship is not based on sex. Sex should be the icing on the cake. Without cake, there is nothing to put the icing on. Although the icing tastes great without cake, if all you have is icing, you will get sick of it. Friendship is the foundation of a relationship. When you add sex to that foundation it is a 'beautiful thing'. But relationships built on sex alone never last. I am talking to you, Mike, because Mark has heard this lecture many times. I am not against someone, even my son, being gay. What I am totally against is a so-called gay lifestyle, when you engage in sex with people you don't even know, at public bathrooms and parks. I don't want to see either of you die of AIDS. I don't mind public displays of affection in my house. I noticed you two moving closer and closer as the movie progressed. Now, Mike, you are practically sitting on Mark's lap. If you boys are holding hands or hugging or a quick kiss, I will not mind seeing that. Any more than that, you better be in your room with the door locked. Also you had better not show any signs of affection outside of this or your parents' house. I am overjoyed that Mark has a friend. Please don't break his heart."
Hmmm, how do I respond to all that?
"Mrs. Adams, I will consider carefully what you have said."
"If you need to talk to me, Mike, we can talk at any time. If you're not here, just call me."
"I will do that, Mrs. Adams. Also, my folks wanted me to invite you to our house for Thanksgiving. Sam is bringing his family to our house too."
"I will take you up on that offer. Let your parents know. I had already planned on going to see Sam on Thanksgiving."
"Well, guys, time for me to go to bed. I have to get up early tomorrow. Sunday mornings are the busiest day of the week. Tonight, guys."
"Goodnight, Mrs. Adams."
"Goodnight, Mom, I will call you next week."
"Drive safe, Son, and call if you have any problems. I love you."
"I love you too, Mom."
She kissed Mark on the forehead and ruffled his hair. And then she kissed me on the forehead and ruffled my hair too. And then she left. I really like Mrs. Adams. She is so smart.
Mark and I went into his room. We were both tired but I could sense he was nervous too. I was also nervous.
"Mark, I like your mom. She is really smart. She reminds me a lot of Sam."
"Yes, I do miss her but I will be moving out in a couple of years anyway. So we figured if I could save up some money for college in the next two years, that is more important than us being together right now. Sam is great too. He has tried so hard to get close with me."
"I felt what your mother said about having sex is wise. I am really very nervous about it. Perhaps if we start out slow, holding hands, hugging, and stuff and then have sex when it feels right, that is the way we should go."
"I can't agree with you more. If you were a girl, I'm not sure my mother would trust me to sleep in the same bed with you. Let's not violate that trust. Last night was fun and I wouldn't mind beating-off together tonight. But I'm not ready to touch you any that way yet. But seeing your naked body while beating off would really be a turn-on for me. I think that is enough for now."
"I can't wait to see you naked either, and I got a boner just thinking about it."
So we each took off our shirts. Tentatively we undid our pants and kicked off our shoes. I let my pants slide over my thighs and kicked them off; he did the same. We both pulled down our shorts at about the same time. His dick was about the same size as mine. Although he is almost twice my size in weight, he had about six inches and it was hard as a rock. Above it was a nice bush of dark brown pubic hair. His balls were large and hanging down from his dick. He pulled out the bottle of baby oil. We both laid down on the bed. He poured some of the baby oil on his member and rubbed his hand all around it. He handed me the bottle and I did the same. I started stroking myself and watching him do the same thing. It was a major turn-on for me. Within a minute I had to stop. I did not want to cum this soon. I started stroking again and imagined licking that beautiful cut head of his. We were both circumcised. I closed my eyes and felt my balls pulled in toward my body. I knew I was past the point of no return. I exploded and spasmed six or seven times. I grabbed a towel and cleaned off my chest. Some even landed on my chin. Shortly after, Mark came too.
After we cleaned up, we put our shorts back on, turned off the light, and climbed into bed. I moved over to Mark and he put his arms around me. We were facing each other and he kissed me on the cheek. I returned his kiss on his cheek too.
"Goodnight, Mike, I love you."
"Goodnight, Mark, I love you too."
That made five new firsts for me. The first time a boy had kissed me and the first time I kissed another boy. It was also the first time I told a boy I loved him and the first time a boy said he loved me. It was also the first time I saw someone else beat off. This must be heaven in Mark's strong arms. In not more than five minutes I was sound asleep.