Date: Sat, 18 Feb 2006 10:04:46 -0800 (PST)
From: taarob <taarob@yahoo.com>
Subject: Protecting David-Alex's Story 21

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From the previous chapter:
Larry got a goofy smile on his face sighed and said, "We
gonna make love or do I gotta go looking for those horses?"

I reached down and wrapped my hand gently around his hard
cock.  "You'd get em all jealous."

Larry cupped my face in his hands.  "Alex, I don't think
that I could ever be separated from you again.  I mean like
even for a day.  I think I'd go fucking nuts.  I mean look
what happened and I know, I mean I've really got this
feeling that it'd be worse if it happened again."  He
touched my lips with his finger.  "I don't mean someone
taking you, I can't even think about that but just you not
being there for any reason."  His voice was soft and his
breath warm and clean on my face.  "You're my sweet boy my
sweet precious boy."


	     Protecting David-Alex's Story 21

The light coming through the windows was early morning
colorless light, winter light but I could just make out
Larry's warm eyes looking into mine.  Our faces were almost
touching on the pillow.

His voice is sleepy and slow his breath warm on my face.
"Morning."

I moved closer to him snugglng my head under his chin and
mumbled, "Mmmm. Watchin me sleep?"

He stroked the side of my head and said softly, "Turns me
on."  There's a slight note of worry in his voice like there
has been since "It" happened.

I tilt my head up a fraction and lick the side of his throat
and then push him gently onto his back.  I throw my head
back and take a deep breath of cool morning air and then
lift my left leg over his waist and straddle Larry's body.

He runs his hands up my thighs and says, "Watcha gonna do
now that your there?"

I laugh tiredly and bend down and kiss him.  "I was thinking
of fucking myself on your dick."

"I hope you're not expecting and argument from me."  His
hand wraps around my hard cock.

I realize that I don't have lube and there's no way that
that's getting in me without it so I swing partially off of
him and reach over to the nightstand and retrieve it.

I hand it to Larry and scoot forward a bit.  "Loosen me up."

He grins and whines, "Awww geez!  I gotta do all the work."

I take the lube from him for a second and squeeze a dab on
my finger and then hand it back to him.

He says, "I was kidding you know."

I smile at him.  "I know.  I just wanted to get things
started.  But it does feel better when you do it."

He squeezes lube on his finger and shoves it under me
rubbing it in circles around my asshole.  I grunt as he
slips one finger into me and I reach back and take hold of
his cock.

He looks up at me.  "You're not ready for that yet."

"I don't want it getting away."

He snorts.  "Believe me that puppy's stayin put until it's
mission is complete."

I push against his finger and say, "Ahhhh, I love
dedication."

I groaned softly and said, "You're makin my dick ache."

"I think that's supposed to happen."

I said, "My butt is a little sore."

"Bad sore or good sore?"

"I guess it's good sore.  It's at that point where the
soreness is making me want more."

The first finger is joined by a second and the slightly
stretched feeling is sending tendrils of pleasure radiating
out from my butt.  Larry is working with the concentration
of a brain surgeon and he's biting half of his upper lip and
squinting as he works the lube into me.

He doesn't look up from his work but says, "You doin okay?"

"I think I'm ready."

He flashes a big smile at me and says, "Me too."

I position his cock and then slowly lower myself down onto
it stopping and pulling off just after the head has gotten
in.  It's so big that this usually has to be done in stages.
As soon as the muscles in my butt calm down I try again and
this time I can take it without a problem.  Larry is
watching like he's holding his breath and when it's finally
all the way in he closes his mouth and swallows and I laugh.

He looks up at me and says with frustration,  "I don't wanna
hurt you!"

He pulls me down until we're kissing and then with his hand
on the back of my neck presses my face to his as he fucks up
into me making a ung ung ung sound.

Larry takes fucking seriously.  It's something that he wants
to do needs to do and is supposed to do and damned if he
isn't gonna do it right!  I love watching his body move to
the rhythm of fucking, his hand tight on my thighs and his
arm chest and stomach muscles taut as his lower body does
the work undulating upward and thrusting his cock into me
and then slowly withdrawing even the muscles in his face are
tight and the expression on his face makes him look
suspended between two extremes waiting in anticipation for
the final moment.

I'm transfixed watching his face but my orgasm is building
slowly and then finally I jerk my cock and shoot in big
looping arcs onto his chest while his eyes are closed and
he's consumed with shooting his load into my ass with his
lips parted and making a sound like he's afraid.

Afterwards I lay down on top of his chest and press my lips
to his and I'm almost overwhelmed with how alive he is how
warm his lips are and how demanding his tongue is as he
pulls my face tight to his.

Finally I roll off of him and he jumps up and trots with
cock and balls flopping to the bathroom returning in a
moment with a washcloth and towel.  He cleans us both up and
then hopping on one foot pulls on his boxers and takes off
in search of something he can't do without...coffee.  He's
like the energizer bunny this morning; well, actually every
morning, energy to burn.

I roll over onto my stomach and stretch over the edge of the
bed to retrieve the boxers that I dropped there last night
when Larry comes back in with two steaming mugs of coffee.
"There's a whole breakfast buffet out there...and Susan saw
me in my underwear."

He puts my coffee on the nightstand and sits down next to me
on the edge of the bed and pats my butt.  "Nice ass."

I crawl back onto the bed with my boxers and lay there on my
stomach.  "How's my back look?"

"Good.  Well, you know, like it's healing."  His hand runs
lightly over it.  "When we get outta the shower I'll rub
some more of that stuff on it."

"Was she shocked at seeing you in your underwear?"

He took a big drink of coffee set his mug next to mine on
the nightstand and then swung a leg over my legs and sat
down just below my butt.  "She was headed towards another
part of the house, she just kinda giggled....but there's a
shit load of food out there."  He bent forward and kissed my
shoulders.

I lifted my head and twisted it around to try and look at
him.  "You're not planning on doing anything back there are
ya?"

His hands lightly traced my back again.  "Just playing."  I
could feel his finger playing with my butt hole.

Larry's finger was gently circling my asshole.  He said,
"You've got a really pretty butt."  My ass is his favorite
toy.

I lifted my head to drink more coffee and set the cup on the
floor below my head which was just on the edge of the bed.
"That feels really good."  And it did.

"I aim to please."  He reached over got the lube and a
moment later I felt the cool gel being rubbed around and
then his finger entered me.  It felt wonderful but I also
realized that we weren't playing anymore.  He could go on
like this for hours.

"Lemme turn over.  I wanna be on my back."

"You'll irritate your back!"

"I don't care.  I wanna be able to look into your eyes."

"You could get on top again."

"I don't want to, I want you on top.  My back'll be fine.  I
wanna feel like you're fucking me not me fucking myself."

I rolled over and dropped the backs of my knees onto his
arms.  He pushed them back and settled my feet against his
chest while he worked lube into my butt.

Dropping my legs into the crook of his arms again he leaned
forward and kissed me lightly his tongue playing with my
lips and his warm brown eyes staring into mine as his cock
pressed at the entrance to my butt.

"Tell me if I'm hurting you...or if your back begins to
bother you."

I smile and kiss him again.  "If I start thinking about my
back you're doing it wrong."

I pulled his face down to mine and kissed him as he began
entering me again.  I like to pull back and watch Larry's
face when he does this because he's incapable of hiding what
he's feeling.  His lips are parted with his breath coming in
long gasps and his eyes stare into mine closing tight shut
for seconds at a time.  My body opens for him and soon he's
all the way in and I wrap my legs around his waist as he
moves more on top of me and now were face to face.

He sets a rhythm, one long stroke all the way into me
followed by two short strokes that just hit my prostate.  It
takes coordination and the desire to make your partner happy
and Larry does it without ever seeming to think about it.

We don't ever seem to say this but I say it now staring into
his eyes, "I love you."  He lowers his head and pushes his
tongue into my mouth.

He pulls him mouth gently from mine a tiny string of saliva
joining us for a momen and says, "I love you too."  He
kisses me again and then we stay that way until the end his
lips never more than millimeters away from mine his breath
hot on my face.  Soon his breath changes and he kisses me
hard sucking air out of my lungs and I can feel his cock
jerking deep within me.  I tighten my legs around him but
push my hips upward and with one jerk of my hand I'm
shooting between us.

Showered and shaved with our teeth brushed and hair combed
we walk hand in hand to the breakfast room.  We both slipped
on boxers but nothing else and Larry keeps sneaking kisses
to the side of my neck which gets me to laughing and I
finally have to push him away or were gonna end up in the
same position that we were fifteen minutes ago.

"God you're horny!"  I'm shaking my head.

He grins.  "I'm in love horny.  That's a whole other
animal."

Suddenly shy I stare down at the food.  "Holy shit you
weren't kidding!"  I fill my plate as Larry is filling his.

"Why would I kid about breakfast?"

Just as were settling down to eat, what has to be the
doorbell, rings.  I look at Larry.  "I'm not even sure how
to get to the door."

He gets up and walks into the kitchen and then comes right
back.  "Susan is getting it.  Geez, she's fast."

Suddenly Susan's head pokes through a door to our left and
she says, "Bob here.  Your brother?"  But it comes out more
like bruver.

Then Bob pushes his way through the door with armloads of
clothes, which he drops on the floor in front of us.  He
looks incredibly hot and is dressed, well, like a cowboy
with tight jeans, cowboy hat and boots and leather coat.

He shoves his hat back on his head and says, "Well don't
hurry to help or nothing."

Larry laughs.  "We're not dressed for entertaining."

Bob throws his hat on a chair and peals off his coat.  "I'd
say not, especially with your cock hanging out of those
boxers."

Larry drops his fork and quickly looks but Bob is already
laughing.  Larry tries to be serious but starts laughing
himself and just says, "Shithead!"

I point at the food.  "Bob, you hungry?   We could feed an
army."

He looks from the food to us and then back again,  "I just
ate."  He lifts the top off of one of the containers and
says, "What the fuck it was only cornflakes!"  And fills a
plate with eggs, bacon, potatoes and toast.  He sits down
across the table from us and says; "Figure on me for
breakfast every morning."

Larry leans forward and lowers his voice.  "Bob how do we
get her to tone it down a bit?  We don't need all that."

Bob laughs and says, "It's called speech.  You know that
thing that people do that animals can't."  He laughs again.
"Try something like, "Don't make so much food."

Larry looks at Bob then turns to me and says, "See what I've
had to put up with?  It's a wonder I'm not totally insane."

Bob smiles and says, "It's easier to talk to Marie, not the
Susan doesn't get it cause she way sharper than she seems
but with Marie you know that you're getting through.  I'll
talk to her."

He points with his fork down at the clothing.  "I stopped at
your Dad's and got your clothes.  Lot's more out in the
truck.  There's no point in keeping them there when you just
live a few miles away.  And I brought your boots and both
field coats, you had two of them and I figured since you
guys are about the same size Alex could wear one.  He leans
over digs through the pile and comes up with two cowboy
heads which he reaches over and sets on our heads.

He glanced at me.  "I bought you boots."  He grinned.  "I
figured I'd take you guys riding after we explore the
house."

Larry looked surprised.  "I totally forgot that I had all my
winter clothes there."

Bob swallows a forkful of eggs and says, "Don't forget you
guys are having dinner at our house tomorrow.  Like we say
around here, come early and stay late."

Bob turns to me.  "Becky and I only live like a mile and
half from here and you don't need an invitation to stop by."
His eyes grow warmer and his voice slows.  "I really mean
that.  Larry already knows it but you're never intruding."
He smiles and says, "You may get stuck helping with the
twins but don't ever figure that you can't just stop by,
everyone does that out here.  It's considered neighborly."
He grins at both of us.  "Course you keep dressing for
company like this and you might give neighborly a whole new
meaning."

Larry stares at him in mock disbelieve.  "This from a man
who climbs into bed with us while were naked and then ogles
my boyfriends butt?"

Bob laughed hard and took a drink of his coffee still
grinning.  "Well that was neighborly."

Twenty minutes later and we were dressed like triplets,
jeans, western shirts, boots, field coats and cowboy hats.
Larry and Bob looked hot but I felt like an idiot.  I kept
thinking of that "All hat and no cattle" saying.  I guess
that I felt like an imposter but it didn't seem to worry
anyone else and Larry assured me that no one would know or
care even if they did know because they'd just figure that
we were trying to fit in.  Course in Larry and Bob's case
they did fit in because they both grew up here.

Bob said, "Did you guys see the pool?"

We both said, "No" at the same time.

"Well what part of the house did you see?"

"Bob, we were both exhausted.  The only thing that we saw
was the family room with you guys yesterday and our
bedroom.....oh and the breakfast room."

He said, "You're kidding!"

Larry pushed his hat back on his head and I could feel my
butt tingle.  This whole cowboy look was made for him.  He
said, "You know, we been kinda busy the last few days."

Bob wrapped an arm around each of us gave us a straight guy
hug and said, "Okay, lemme give ya the tour.

After an extended tour and dressed warmly we piled in Bob's
SUV and followed the driveway to what Bob referred to as out
back and over a small hill there was a small barn and
corral.  Bob led us through a side door and into a tack room
with saddles, bridles and every conceivable type riding gear
and on the far wall a gun rack with a dozen or so rifles and
shotguns.

Larry looked at me and said, "You said you know how to ride,
right?"

"Yeah...well.....it's been a while and it was an English
saddle but it can't be that different."

When we were all mounted Larry leaned over and whispered,
well as much as you could with the wind, "Your butt looks so
fucking hot sittin on that horse."

Bob grinned and even though I was pretty sure that he hadn't
been able to hear what Larry said he yelled, "Geez, Larry,
you already got em you don't have to keep flirting!"

There was a lot of snow on the ground and we ended up
following a path that had already been made through the
snow.  The trail led down through what would no doubt in the
spring be a beautiful meadow before the trail rose again up
into the pine trees.  As we were moving up the trail Marie
was coming down and stopped to chat with us.  We mentioned
how good the food was but that we probably didn't need that
much.   She said that she'd tell her mother to make less.

In a saddle scabbard she had a Weatherby 30-378 mounted with
a scope.  I was familiar with the gun because Mark had one
almost exactly like it.

I asked her about the caliber.  "Oh...yes....it was just one
of the guns they had here."  She laughed.  "You never know
what your going to run into in these mountains.

After she left and Larry had started to move out I glanced
up at Bob who looked a little sheepish and said, "It's okay,
Bob.  I probably wouldn't have thought so a month
ago.....but I've got no problem with it now.  Does Larry
know that they're security?"

He shook his head.  "I don't think so.  I didn't tell him
and I don't know who else would have."

I sighed.  "He's gotta be told.  He's got a right to know
and if I don't say anything it's the same as lying."

Bob pushed his hat back.  "Why not wait until tomorrow.
We'll get him all mellow and then mention it casually."

"Maybe."  I grinned.  "Course I got another way to get him
all mellow."