Date: Thu, 28 Apr 2005 07:48:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: taarob <taarob@yahoo.com>
Subject: Protecting David-Alex's Story 2

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From the last chapter:
I laughed and leaned back against the wall myself.  Two guys
that had just met and still had the freedom with each other
that strangers have.  "They never did gay stuff.  Not,
anyway, if you're talking about sex and stuff.  They never
did that in front of me, just hugging, kissing, shit like
that.  It was pretty dull actually."

"So you just got to be gay all by yourself?"

"Born that way I guess."

"So have you got a boyfriend now?  Somebody waiting back
home?'

I really didn't want to talk about this and yet at the same
time I did want to talk about it.   "Nope.  I...I.....had
one a couple of years ago but things didn't work out.  How
about you?  A cute cheerleader someplace waiting to drop
into your arms."

He laughed and rolled onto his side facing me.  He probably
wasn't aware of it but when he rolled onto his side his cock
and balls made the trip too only at a more leisurely pace.
"There's been a few but that was back home.  Man, I need
something here!"  Then as if he were immersed in thought.
"Damn I love women!"  He rolled onto his back and sat up.
"We could go find some food.  Maybe we'll find a gay guy and
a straight girl together and we can both score."

I laughed.  "What if he's straight and she's lesbian."

He smiled in a slow almost southern way.  "Can I watch?"


                    Protecting David-Alex's Story 2

We didn't go out, instead Larry helped me get organized,
putting clothes away, setting up my computer, crap like
that.  Larry also dug through some of his unopened boxes and
came up with a coffee maker.

He grinned at me.  "My mom said that I wouldn't last a day
and a half without this.  Morning coffee is a major thing
for me."

I smiled at him.  "Did she show you how to use it?"

Larry was walking around the room still wearing the jeans
that he had on earlier but he had pulled his shirt out of
his pants and kicked off his shoes.  He smelled of
aftershave and a little bit of sweat and this muted but
intensely male scent.

He laughed.  "My dad did.  My mom only knows how to buy
coffee makers, not actually make coffee.....or anything for
that matter.  Dad cooks everything that we eat at home but
mostly we go out."  The shirt was hanging from his broad
shoulders and it emphasized his narrow hips.

I looked at him.  "What do your mom and dad do?  Like for a
living?"

He sat down on the floor in front of the bed that I was
sitting on and said.  "They've got a factory."  I must have
given him an impressed look because he added in a hurry.  "A
little one.  They make little electrical thingy's, like
antennas and those little clippie things that let you clip
your cell phone to your belt.  Weird stuff like that.  But
they do pretty good."

He lay back on the floor still looking at me.  "How about
your dad's?"

"David, he's the short one with the black hair, he's an
investment advisor and Mark, obviously the big guy, he's
like a manufacturers rep but he does mostly government
stuff."  I wondered what they were doing right now.  They
would have landed by now.

Larry gave me a strange look.  "They looked intense but in
different ways.  David smiled when they walked past me but
he had like these weird eyes.  Like totally intense eyes."

I laughed.  "Yeah.....I guess that I'm used to em but they
can be intense.  More so if he's mad about something but
even when he's happy those eyes can really be something and
with that black hair they just seem to glow."

Larry turned on his side and propped his head up on his
hand.  "The big guy, Mark he looked kinda mean."  He waved
his hand.  "Erase that!  I don't know him that well...or at
all.  He's probably a great guy."

"O yeah, Larry!  Mark is a great guy, a warm hearted guy.
It's just that he's big and he was in the military and even
now he spends sooooo much time with the military.  I guess
it kinda gives him a look but he's not like that.  A mean if
he gets mad you don't wanna be around but that like never
happens."

Larry grinned.  "He's got great posture.  Maybe from all
that marching.  Speaking of which....posture that
is.....walk on my back."

He rolled over onto his stomach and stretched his arms out.
When he did that his shirt was pulled up and I could see how
his jeans were riding up his butt and the thick muscles in
his upper back bunched.  Oh fuck!

"Walk on your back?"  His hair was pretty long and it
brushed over the collar of his shirt in soft brown feathers.

"Yeah.  Take your shoes off and don't put all of your weight
on unless I say to but it'll really help, my back is killing
me.  It does that sometimes."

I kicked off my loafers and walked over to him.  "I'll hurt
you."

"No you won't.  My dad does this all the time for me.  It'll
be fine.  Just don't like jump or anything."  Brown
eyes.....puppy dog brown.

I gently put one foot on his lower back.

"Here?"

"Yeah that's good start there."  His back was hard and soft
at the same time.  There was hard muscle and bone under my
foot but his body rocked with my movements.

"Larry, I'm gonna hurt ya!"

"Alex, it's fine!  Put some weight on the foot."

I put more pressure on his back but there was no way that I
was going to be able to walk on it."

"I don't think this is working, Larry."

Larry lifted his head and partially turned to look around
the room.  "We need a chair so that you don't lose you
balance.  Grab the desk chair."

I pulled the chair over and resumed my position of one foot
on Larry's back.

"Okay lemme brace myself a little."  He moved his hand
closer to his body.  "Okay move higher on my back and then
do both feet."

"Larry, I'm as heavy as you are, you sure that you want that
on your back?"

"Come on, Alex just try."

"Okay, just brace yourself."  Hanging onto the chair with
one hand I put my foot higher on his back and then slowly
lifted my other foot and pretty soon I was standing wobbly
on his back."

So there I stood my knees bent and shaking, one hand on the
back of a desk chair and my feet on the middle of his back.
Geez he had a muscular back!

"Alex?"

"What?"

"So what about the whole naked thing?"  What?  Oh fuck!

The chair skidded across the room and gravity took over.
Fortunately I knew enough to roll when I hit the floor.
When I realize that I wasn't hurt and was able to breath.  I
started laughing.

Larry was on his hands and knees looking down at me all
concerned.  "Jesus, Alex!  You okay?"

"Larry, what fucking naked thing?"

"That's why you fell?  I meant sleeping.  Alex, I just can't
wear anything, I won't sleep, it gets all tangled up and I
end up turning all night.  I'm a nut case by morning."

I sat up.  "Did I hurt your back?"

"No, I think that it's better.  So what about the naked
thing?"

I laughed.  "You know that this means that you're going to
be looking at gay cock every morning."

He smiled.  "Is it a lot different than a straight one?"

I was embarrassed and did what I usually do when I am.  I
laughed.  "Not so's you'd notice."

"It won't bother me but I don't want you to be
uncomfortable.  The whole naked sleeping thing is my
problem.  Everybody else tells me that they sleep in their
underwear."

"Don't tell me that you did a survey?"

"I just asked all of my friends, you know, when I knew
that.....well that it might be a problem.  I've never shared
a room before so it was never an issue.  I know that it's
dumb but I worried about it."

"I never had to share either.  I guess that we've both gotta
get used to stuff.  The naked sleeping isn't a problem for
me.  At home I usually slept naked too."  He still looked
worried.  "Really, it's not a problem."  I wondered if we
were both thinking about the beating off issue.

After a couple more hours of endless talking we started to
get ready for bed.  We brushed by each other on our ways to
and from the shower and toilet and then finally settled
down. I turned off the desk lamp and that left only a small
lamp over each of our beds.

I looked at Larry who was sitting on the edge of his bed
looking like a virgin on her wedding night.

"You know, Larry, if you hadn't said anything about this I
probably would have just stripped off without even thinking
about it but now you've got me thinking about it."

He was chewing on his thumbnail.   He sighed.  "This is
dumb."

I smiled and said.  "You got that right."  I slid off my
boxers and tossed them in the direction of my dirty clothes
bag.  I pointed at my crotch.  "Gay cock."  With that I slid
under the covers of my bed and looked at Larry.

"Come on big guy, let's see it."

Larry smiled at me.  "You're not gonna like fantasize about
this are you?"

"Not if you never show it to me!"

He quickly stripped off his boxers and dropped them at the
side of the bed.  He pointed at his dick.  "Straight cock."
He too slid under the covers and then reached up and killed
the light over his bed.

I turned off my light too and then we laid there in the
darkness with just faint illumination coming from the
window.  Haze or fog had moved in and the lights from
outside seemed to cause the air to become incandescent.
Typical of Palo Alto it became surprisingly cool in the
evening.  It was nice cock.  It had been two years since I
had had sex with another human being.  Not that that was
going to happen with Larry.

After a couple of minutes Larry said.  "Alex?"

"Yep."

"Whatcha doing tomorrow?"

"Gotta go to the medical center for a physical.  I was
supposed to have gotten one back home but somehow we didn't
know that so I'm getting one here.  Why?  What are you
doing?"

"I was gonna check out the gym.  I haven't worked out since
I got here and it makes me feel weird.  If you wanna work
out I could go with you to the medical center and then we
could go workout."

"I gotta be at the center at nine."

"No problem.  I wake up early.  I'll get you up."  Larry
didn't know it but he had already gotten me up.

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

I was dreaming about a shopping mall, a big one and I was
walking all over it and everyone in it was taking hidden
glances at me but when I looked directly at them the looked
away and then I'd see Tommy way far away on the other side
of the mall and I'd run to catch him but when I got there
he'd be gone.

I woke up to Larry shaking me.  "Alex!  Alex!  Hey, it's
time to get up."

I'm one of those awake, yet not, the instant you touch me
people and I was saying okay to him and rolling out of bed
before I was really fully awake.

My head was dropped to my chest as I sat on the edge of the
bed and I was saying.   "I'm up, I'm up."

Larry shoved a mug of hot coffee into my hands and said.  "I
can see that and good morning to both of you."

"Morning, Larry."  Both of us?  I looked down at a morning
hardon.  "Oh fuck!"  I grabbed the end of the blanket and
pulled it over my waist.  I mumbled.  "Why didn't you tell
me?"

Larry had retreated laughing to his computer but was still
watching me.  "I knew that you'd fantasize about me once you
got a look at my dick."

I took a long sip of coffee and smiled at Larry.  "Well,
there's no point in trying hide anything now."  I got up and
forced myself to walk slowly to the bathroom and not to
think about whether or not Larry was watching me.

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

"I've got a nine o'clock appointment."  The woman was
looking at me over her glasses and didn't give any
indication that she thought that this was very important.

"Alexander Chauvet-Kerry?"

"Yes maam."

She handed me a clipboard with a pen attached by a chain and
pointed with a pencil to the waiting area.  "Have a seat and
fill this out.  We'll call you."

She glared at Larry and he just nodded towards me.  "I'm
with him."

She responded with a slow,  "Um hmm."

Weird that you can feel like an adult one moment and then
like a kid the next.  We went and sat next to each other.

Larry's arms were resting on his knees and he was staring at
the floor, watching our gym bags.  "So you think he's gonna
shove a finger up your butt?"

"I doubt it."  I was beginning to learn that Larry worried,
or at least thought about, everything.

"How come?"

I smiled although he couldn't see it.  "I'm not that lucky."

Larry sounded kinda fake appalled.  "You actually like that
stuff?"

I laughed.  "It's what we do Larry.  I like it all."

He looked at me and smiled.  "So you'd take it up the butt?"

"Don't make movies in your head, Larry."  I leaned in his
direction and bumped his shoulder with mine.  "Besides,
think of all the stuff you straight guys do."

He sat back in the chair and stretched his legs out while he
slumped down in the chair.  His cock and balls were being
crushed against his left leg.

"Yeah, I guess that we can be pretty disgusting too."  He
was silent for a minute and then said.  "Funny how the most
disgusting stuff is the most fun."

I leaned back in the chair and rested my left arm along the
back of Larry's chair.  "So what's the most disgusting thing
you ever did with a girl?

He looked at me.  "I dunno.  Rimming I guess."

"Straight guys rim?"  I honestly thought that rimming was
exclusively our territory.

"Yep.  Well not all the time.  Actually just once."

"Weird, that's probably our most disgusting thing too.....at
least when you just think about it.  Doing it is something
else."

Larry pointed at the clipboard.  "Ya gotta fill that out."

I looked down at the form.  "Oh...yeah."

Larry said.  "Is there a spot to check for homo?"

I smiled.  "Ah let's see.  There's straight guy who never
has sex, aaaaannnnddd, there's straight guy who can't deal
with his attraction to men, aaaaaannnnndddd, there's
straight guy who doesn't know how to satisfy a woman,
aaaannnnddddd, there's gay guy who's in love with a straight
guy who hasn't a clue,  aaaaannnnnnddddd......well, I guess
that's it.  Wait a minute.  There's, "How many sex partners
have you had in the last 12 months?"

Larry nudged me with his shoulder.  "I wanna see the answer
to that last one, smartass."

I laughed.  "That's easy.  Zero!  The big nada."  I pointed
at the paper with the attached pen.  "Oh look!  They want to
know what my preferred sexual partner is."

Larry giggled.   "Yeah, yeah.  I wanna see the answer to
that one too."

I checked zero for the first and men for the second.

Larry stared at me.  "You really haven't had sex with anyone
since you broke up with whatshisname?"

"Tom......and no.....nobody since then."

Larry turned his soft brown eyes to me and said.  "That
sucks!"

"Believe me!  I agree.  I'm so fucking horny......well
actually it's not that I'm like crazy horny......I mean I
beat off and all but I miss the physical contact.  The
intimacy.....kissing and stuff."

Larry sighed.   "Oh fuck!  You are so gonna fall for the
first loser that crosses your path."

I nudged him with my shoulder again.  "Quit trying to build
up my confidence."

Larry said.  "So when do you beat off?"

I laughed.  "When I see that you've fallen asleep with your
mouth open."

"Eeuuwwwe ick!  I can't imagine what that would be like.
That's really disgusting!"

I rubbed my eyes and yawned.  "When you're in love it
doesn't seem disgusting.  Nothing seems disgusting then."

The nurse called my name and took me to an examining room,
took my pulse and started to take my blood pressure.  After
a moment she took the stethoscope out of her ears and took
the blood pressure cuff off of my arm.

"Your pulse is 58 and your blood pressure is 105 over 60.
Now if you'll strip down to your underwear and put on this
gown.  It ties in the back.  Doctor has a student with him
this morning and he'll be in to see you first and then
Doctor Fulgrath.  You can sit on the examining table."  She
pointed at the wall rack and said.  "There's magazines
there.  Doctor has two patients ahead of you."

I leafed through a Time magazine for a couple of minutes and
then there was a soft knock on the door and it slowly
opened.  A young guy walked in who was dressed like a doctor
but I almost got the feeling that he had stolen the white
coat from someone. He was beautiful in a "what the fuck am I
doing here" kinda way but didn't seem to have really great
control over the movements of his body.

He looked at the clipboard he was holding and then looked up
at me.  "Misssssterrrr...." His hair was dark brown and cut
short his eyes were a bright blue.

I smiled at him.  "Just call me Alex, the rest is too
difficult."  We shook hands.

"I'm working with Doctor Fulgrath today.  I'm going to do
some preliminary work and then the doctor will come in and
have a look at you."  His face was angular with a strong
jaw.  "It says here that you're just in for a
physical.....nothing else that you're concerned about?"

I looked him right in the eye and he seemed to blush
slightly.  "No, Doc, I'm good, no complaints."  I know that
he's not a doctor yet but I thought that I'd just throw in
the Doc thing.

He held up the end of his stethoscope.  "Mind if I listen?"

"That's fine.  Whatever you need to do."  I was beginning to
get some ideas of my own along those lines.

He reached up and undid the knot holding the hospital gown
and then pulled it off of my upper body.  He smelled of
shave cream.  Gently he placed the stethoscope on my back
and listen in several spots with the usual requests to stop
breathing.  He left hand was at first holding my left
shoulder and then slowly moving over the surface of my skin.

"Your skin is good.  And you must work out, you're in
fantastic shape."

"Yeah I do.  We were just gonna go work out after I finish
here."

"Was that with....the other fella....he's your boyfriend?"
I must have had a surprised look on my face because he
quickly added.  "The form.....it says.....well implies
really, that you're gay."  He was as red as a beet.

I looked him right in the eye.  "I am gay but Larry's my
roommate, not my boyfriend."

He stammered.  "I didn't mean to....."

I smiled at him.  "It's okay.....a natural mistake."