Date: Sun, 11 Sep 2005 04:15:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: taarob <taarob@yahoo.com>
Subject: Protecting David-Alex's Story 15

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From the previous chapter:
I looked up at Larry, the blood in my face finally returning
to the rest of my body.  "Are they like the nicest straight
people on the planet?"

He kissed me and then pulled my head back down to his chest.
"I'd be dead without em.  When things were total shit they
were always there for me and Bob just as much as Becky.  Bob
was the only adult male in the family that didn't treat me
like I was some total pervert."

I kissed the side of Larry's neck and lightly bit it.  "Bob
sure is a stud!"

Larry grunted.  "You're not lusting after him too?  This'll
get even more embarrassing if you're lusting after all the
men in my family."

I slid my leg over Larry's hips and straddled him while I
stared down into those warm brown eyes.  I slid my butt
forward and back over his hard cock and said, "There's only
one that I really want and I already got em."


                    Protecting David-Alex's Story 15

I love showering with Larry!  Actually I love doing pretty
much anything with Larry.   Having your own man around to
play with is like totally cool and ultimately the most
exciting and relaxing thing in the world, at least for me.

Sometimes when we're lying around naked I'll reach over and
gently pick up his balls or cock and just look really
closely at them.  Balls, for instance, are these really
remarkable things that are heavy and soft and seem to have a
life of their own, like they've got a brain totally separate
from your own.  I mean they seem to be rising and falling
and doing all sorts of weird shit without any help from me
or in this case Larry.

"You've got really nice balls.  I like em a lot."  We're in
the shower and the water is cascading down over us while I
hold Larry's balls in my hand and he stares down at them.
Sometimes I zone out when I'm thinking about stuff like
this.

Larry lifts my chin and pins my body against the shower wall
with his.  His cock is hard again and it's trapped, like
mine, between our bodies.  It's a little like hugging
someone who's on the other side of a telephone pole.  Okay,
that's an exaggeration but it kinda indicates what it feels
like to have that up my butt.

"Alex, my balls are eternally grateful to you. You're like
their favorite person."  He smiles.  "I think they like you
better'n they do me."  His wet brown hair is plastered flat
against his head and he tilts it and kisses me.  I can feel
him begin to thrust his cock very gently against my stomach
and I've got a pretty good idea of where this is headed.  He
pushes my hair away from my face and kisses me again and
when he speaks his voice is kinda raspy.  "Alex, I gotta
fuck you!"  I give him a look that he totally misinterprets.
"I know, I know we just did but you drive me fucking crazy!"

The truth is that I love it when he fucks me twice because
the second fuck is always the best even though it does make
me feels like this total slut, which is pretty much what I
am around Larry.

I turn around because with the Thanksgiving time factor
taken into consideration this has pretty much gotta be an in
the shower standing up kinda fuck and as Larry puts his hand
against the tile to brace himself I lean my face against it
and begin licking the back of his hand.  I dunno where that
comes from but I just gotta do it.

Larry's body is protecting me from the shower and while he's
searching for the spot he's whispering directly into my ear.
"You okay?  Man, you look so fucking hot!  I'm gonna have a
fucking hardon all day thinking about you!  We're gonna be
eating Thanksgiving dinner and my cock is gonna be hard
cause I'm gonna be thinking about you!"  He finds the spot
and begins moving in and I gasp and moan in a quiet way and
he gets all nervous even though by now he oughta know that
everything's cool.

"You okay?  Tell me if I'm hurting you!  Sometimes I think
that you don't tell me when it hurts."  I start sucking on
his fingers and he takes that, correctly, as a sign that
everything's okay and he moves slowly all the way into me.
Then I can feel his hips pressed against my butt and feel
his balls swinging and brushing my inner thighs.

Larry's kissing the back of my neck and chewing on my hair
as the tempo increases and he never stops talking but it's a
good thing.  "Oh, Alex, I fucking love you!  It is so
fucking hot being inside you!  This feels so fucking good!
Such a hot fucking man!"

Getting fucked is a little like tossing the car keys to
someone and saying, "Here, you drive!"  It's kinda like
giving up the anxiety of command on the one hand and on the
other hand it's like saying, "I love you so fucking much and
I trust you not to hurt me!"  I think that with Larry that
it's mostly the last one that applies.  Larry gives me the
feeling that there's no fucking way on earth that he'd ever
hurt me, he'd just never do that and that makes it really
easy to toss him those keys.  I also know that he has some
issues with a reversal of that but we're gonna work on that.
Besides he is really good at doing what he does!

I can feel Larry aiming for my prostate and he's really good
at hitting it and it doesn't take long before I'm beginning
to feel a warmth that starts in my groin and begins
spreading out like an gathering explosion.  Larry is
slamming into me now and his breath against my ear sounds
like a racehorse nearing the finish line as he reaches
around and grabs my cock.  He knows that he only has to hang
onto it because we've both gotten to know that we're pretty
closely matched in what it takes to get us off.

We're shaving naked side by side.  Whenever I look up into
the mirror Larry's looking at me...smiling that little smile
of his that means that my boy is happy.

I raise an eyebrow and smile.  "What?"

He grins.  "Nothing."  He wipes his face clean and walks
behind me and then wraps his arms around me and pulls me to
him, his cock is still puffed up from a few minutes ago and
it feels somehow like it's happy lying in between the cheeks
of my butt.

I laugh and sigh internally because he makes me feel so
good.  "I'm gonna cut my throat if you're not careful."

He looks at me in the mirror with his chin resting on my
shoulder and says, "I get this weird urge to bite you."

"Bite me?"  I know what he means but I want to hear him say
it.

He makes a face like he's thinking.  "Like a "he's mine"
bite not a bite bite.  That doesn't make any sense I know."
He kisses the back of my neck and it sends shivers down my
spine.  Actually I do understand.

I catch his eye in the mirror again and ask, "How do you
think your grades are gonna be?  The dads haven't asked yet
but there's no way that David won't."

"My dad'll be hitting me about it too.   I think it'll be
pretty much A's, there may be something better in there if I
catch a break.

"Me too.  You know that A is the most given out grade at
Stanford?  I looked it up.  Makes us ordinary."

He lays the side of his face on my shoulder and slightly
humps me.  "Nothing ordinary about you."

I smile at him even though he can't see it with his head in
that position.  "You're giving me a hardon and if that
happens we'll never get Thanksgiving dinner done."

He says dreamily, "I like you with a hardon."

I wipe the remains of the shaving cream off of my face and
then turn in his arms pull his head to me and kiss him
slowly and as passionately as I feel.  "You make me sooooooo
happy."

                    --------------------------------

Larry was wearing creamy tan cargo pants that seemed to
drape like silk over his butt and a plaid rust and tan long-
sleeved shirt when we walked into the kitchen in search of
coffee.

Becky was washing a few dishes and Bob was just finishing up
feeding the twins.  I asked, "You guys sleep okay?"

Bob flashed us a bright smile and said, "We sleep good
whenever they do and they did."  With that he took a
washcloth and wiped the twins faces.  The looked like they
had been dipped head first into a vat of scrambled eggs.

Larry handed me a cup of coffee and then went over to his
sister to see what she was doing.  I watched as he walked
and the fabric of his cargo pants formed itself to his
muscular butt momentarily and then relaxed.  As he leaned
against the counter his cock was pushed off to the left and
down.  Why is it that when I can't really touch him that I
notice how sexy his hair is and how his shoulders fill out
his shirt.  I've got sex on the brain and this is gonna be a
long day.

Bob had a twin in each arm as he got up and he asked me, "Do
you guys not have any beer around here because you're too
young to buy it or because you've got something against it?"

I bend over and took a twin from Bob and held him in my arms
and kissed his neck.  "The former.  We're not opposed to it
at all.  Actually I should call my dads and see if they'll
pick up some beer and wine and booze too if anyone wants
it."

Bob looked at me.  "Tell you what.  If you gimme a chance to
get the twins bathed and dressed I'll go out and pick up an
assortment of stuff."  He grinned.  "I may even end up
buying too much beer so that when everyone finally goes home
you guys will still have some left over."

Larry walked over made a goofy face at the other twin and
then lifted him out of Bob's arms.

Bob looked at us for a moment and then said. "Lemme go in
and take my shower then I'll stay in there and you can hand
me the twins one at a time and I'll run em through the
shower and hand em back to you to dry." He laughed.  "It'll
be like a car wash."

Becky yelled from the sink, "Bob, remember...they're actual
little people, you gotta be careful. Don't let the spray hit
em head on."

He nodded towards his wife.  "She thinks we can't do this.
She thinks that we're not capable."  He put his hands flat
on the table and stood up.  He said with mock determination,
"Come on men.  Bring your twin and follow me."

We followed his broad naked back and pajama-covered butt to
the guest bathroom.  Bob bent in and turn on the shower and
fiddled with it until he got the temperature just right then
he stripped off his pajama bottoms revealing what appeared
to be a rock hard butt with big balls swinging between his
legs and stepped into the shower saying, "Gimme like two
minutes to get clean myself and then start passing em in.
Make sure you've got towels ready but you can start
stripping them down any time."  The shower is totally
enclosed in clear glass and if us seeing Bob naked bothered
him he gave no indication of it.  He had a nice cock too
that slowly flipped back and forth as he washed his crotch.

Larry looked at me smiled and said, "No different from being
at the gym."

I looked him straight in the eye and said quietly, "I'm
gonna rim you for like an hour tonight."

He pressed his twins head to his chest in a mock protective
way and said, "Please, not in front of the children!"

We lowered the twins to the floor and began taking their
clothes off of them and once we had them naked we wrapped
towels around them to keep them warm while we hunkered down
next to them to keep them from taking off which I'm pretty
sure is what they wanted to do.

I looked up at the shower and Bob had one leg lifted while
he ran soapy lather down it.  It was the leg that faced us
and I could just see his balls and cock hanging down below
it on the other side.  He glanced at us and smiled then he
held up one finger to indicate that he'd be done in a
second.

The twins stood there each with a finger in their mouths
looking like they couldn't decide if this was the greatest
idea or not.  After Bob rinsed off he popped his head out of
the door grinned and said, "Toss me one of those critters."

Larry dropped the towel off of his twin and gently
transferred him to Bob's arms.  Bob stood the little boy on
the floor of the shower protecting him from the direct spray
with his own body while very gently washing his son.  I
stood there mesmerized.  There was nothing erotic about what
I was seeing but rather something primal and moving.  I
looked quickly at Larry, his mouth was slightly open and I
knew that he was thinking the same thing.

Without looking at me he said, "Someday we're gonna have
kids."

I swallowed and said, "Yeah.....we gotta do that."

Then Bob handed Larry a wet twin while I gave Bob the dry
one and the scene was repeated.  Larry wrapped his nephew in
the huge white bath towel and gently patted the boy dry.  In
a couple of minutes Bob handed me the wet twin and I copied
what Larry had done while Bob stepped from the shower and
dried himself off.

After that he walked into the bedroom and pointed at the
clothes on the bed and said, "Why don't you guys see if you
can get em into those while I dress."  And with that Bob
pulled on a pair of boxers and then stepped into a pair of
tan Docker's and grabbed a long sleeve pull over shirt in
dark blue pulling it quickly down over his broad chest and
flat stomach.

Larry and I were muddling our way through dressing the twins
and now that he was dressed Bob came over and helped us both
out.  Bob laughed.  "It's like trying to put clothes on
cats!" And it was, you'd no sooner get an arm into a shirt
than the twin would sit down and pull the shirt off.  It
simply wasn't a case of doing one thing and having it
finished because we quickly found out that nothing was ever
totally a done deal, the twins did what they wanted and if
that didn't include wearing shoes or anything else it was a
constant battle to keep them on them.

                    -----------------------

Bob came back from the store with two cases of bottled beer
a case of assorted wine and a bottle each of Scotch, Vodka,
Gin and Bourbon.  He gave us a broad grin.  "I figured this
would cover all the bases.  Alex, take one of those cases of
beer and stash it so that if you guys ever want one when
were gone you'll have it.  I know that Larry isn't much of a
drinker and you probably aren't either or you would have
already had beer but every college guy needs one
occasionally."  I put it in the back of a utility closet.  I
didn't think that my dad's would say anything one way or the
other but I figured why even let it come up plus I wasn't
sure how Larry's dad might feel about it.

Becky came walking into the kitchen, stopped and with her
hands in the air yelled, "Taa Daa!"  She was dressed in a
cream colored silk blouse and matching wool slacks and
looked great.  "I think that I've struck the perfect balance
for a casual Thanksgiving Day dinner with family!"  She
turned her head slightly and stared briefly at Bob who was
standing there dressed as before.  "Except for him, of
course, but then accessories are always soooo difficult."

He grabbed her waist in both hands and rumbled, "How about
accessories that tickle?"  I laughed and turned my back to
them as Becky began shrieking and begging him to stop.

Larry came up behind me and put his hands on my waist and
said, "Whatcha doin, Babe?"

"Peeling ten pounds of potato's.  I know that this is too
much but how the hell can you be sure and better too much
than too little.  Besides we can always freeze individual
packets and eat em like forever.  What are the twins doing?"

Larry slid his hand around and rubbed my stomach.  "They
just collapsed on the sofa.  One minute awake and movin a
mile a minute and then asleep."  That hand brushed a nipple
but didn't linger.

Larry casually put his hand on my shoulder and leaned
against me.  His voice was a throaty whisper.  "Your butt is
driving me crazy!"

"My butt is working itself off and it could really use some
help.  Why don't you grab those Brussels Sprouts and trim em
for me?"

"Actually I had something else in mind."

"The other thing that my butt has in mind is you setting up
a drinks station with glasses, ice, beer, wine, peanuts,
chips, dip etc."  His hand slid to the top of my hip.

"Come on, Larry!  The dads are gonna be here soon!"

Bob and Becky came back into the kitchen looking flushed.
Becky said.  "Alex, my brother's useless."  She smiled at
him.  "Aren't ya, Sweetheart?"

"Becky!"  He protested.  "That's not true!  Whadya want me
to do, Alex?"

I pointed my potato peeler at the Brussel Sprouts.  "Take a
paring knife and cut the root ends off of those and then
make a little X with the knife in the bottom of the thing."

Larry looked at me like I had discovered fire. "How do you
know that?"

"A bad case of flu and a Julie Child's marathon on TV.  Now
work!"  I don't know why I'm so stressed about this, I mean
were gonna spend about a half an hour on a Thanksgiving
dinner when most people would spend half a day.

Larry looked stricken but picked up a paring knife and began
doing it.  I felt bad and said, "Sorry, Babe.  But the only
things we gotta do for the whole meal is make mashed
potato's, Brussels sprouts and green beans.  The restaurant
is bringing everything else."  I bumped his shoulder with
mine.  "Don't be mad at me.  I'm just nervous."  All the
dads were gonna be here at one time and they were all gonna
be thinking about how we were handling....well everything.

He looked at me and smiled sheepishly.  "I'm not mad at you.
I'm mad at me for not doing it to begin with."

I smiled at him and whispered.  "You'll get your reward
later."  I grinned at him.  "Maybe twice."

After we finished and Larry was going in to check out the
twins Bob came into the kitchen poured himself a cup of
coffee and leaned against the counter next to me.

He didn't say anything for a while and I turned and looked
at him.  When I did he turned to me and said quietly, "Becky
and I are really happy that you guys are together."

I smiled and looked down at the floor and then back up at
him.  "I am too."

He gestured with his coffee cup indicating Larry in the next
room and said, "He's been through some serious
shit.........but the thing is that he's a really good guy."

I looked him directly in the eye and said softly, "I won't
hurt him, Bob, I couldn't ever do that."

He leaned back against the counter and then lifted his arm
and dropped it onto my shoulders and pulled me to him for a
second.  "I know.  We just want you to know that we think
that this is a good thing and that we're here for you guys,"
he gestured with his coffee cup, "whenever."

Larry walked back into the kitchen and stepping in front of
Bob wrapped his arms around Bob's waist and gave him a bone-
crunching hug while resting his chin on Bob's shoulder.  Bob
smiled and then laughed.  He said to Larry.  "You keep doing
this and people are gonna talk."

Larry turned his head on Bob's shoulder and looked at me.
"Our very own straight guy and he'll even let us see his
dick."

Bob and I both laughed and he pushed Larry away and said to
me, "This perv use to lure me into playing handball with him
just so that he could check me out in the shower after the
game."

Becky walked up and shoved her finger into her brother's
stomach making him grunt and said, "Big deal, everybody in
Denver has seen Bob's dick."

Then the doorbell gave three short blasts.