Date: Sat, 6 May 2006 03:31:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: taarob <taarob@yahoo.com>
Subject: Protecting David-Alex's Story 29

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From the previous chapter:
Out of the corner of my eye I saw him pull back his right
arm and then drive his fist towards my head.  I sidestepped
it and then grabbed the seat of his pants as he went by and
sorta jet assisted him through the momentum arc that his
body had begun when he decided to try and punch me.  It
ended at the concrete wall three feet behind where I was
standing.  There was a loud crack as his head made contact
and pretty soon there was blood everywhere as his body
settled to the floor.

A man of about fifty-five or so who was dressed in old dress
pants and a dark cardigan sweater came running up to me and
grabbed my arm with surprising strength.

"Alex, you've got to come with me!"  He was pulling on my
arm.  I recognized the cavalry when I saw it.  I grabbed the
girl by her hand and said, "You better come too.  If he
survives he'll probably blame you!"


              Protecting David-Alex's Story 29


We were hustled into a dark green SUV, me riding shotgun and
the girl, still crying in the back.  I looked back at her,
she was a mess.  I realized that I didn't have a clue what
to do next.

I looked at our driver in the navy blue cardigan.  "What's
your name?"

"Roger."  He smiled and it looked like he understood how
weird this all was.  "You kinda caught me off guard with her
boyfriend."  He jerked a finger in the girls direction.

I smiled at him.  "It was a surprise to me too.  He was just
such an asshole that I couldn't let it go."

"That punch might have connected and then I'd be on the
phone trying to explain things to your dad."

I shook my head and grinned.  "Look.....it's not that I'm
that good but he really never stood a chance.  That punch
was amateur night.  He might as well have sent me a letter
telling me he was gonna do it."

I turned around and looked at the girl who was still sobbing
and.....almost moaning.  I said softly, "Do you want to go
home.....I mean can you go home?"

She shook her head no violently and then gasped, "No!  I
can't go near there!  He'll kill me!"

I said, "Look, right now he's not in shape to kill anyone so
if you need to get anything we should do it now."

I looked at Roger.  "We have any way of knowing what shape
he's in?"

Roger had his cell phone out and pressed three buttons.
Speaking into the phone he asked, "What's happening?"

After a few minutes he turned to me.  "They've called an
ambulance.  He's talking apparently but not making much
sense."

I turned back to the girl.  "What's your name?"

It took her three tries but finally between sobs she managed
to say, "Melissa."  If anything she seemed more afraid now
than she did inside.

I reached back and touched her wrist.  "Melissa, no one is
going to hurt you but you need to try and calm down.  We
need some information from you."

She was shaking and she kept repeating in a terror filled
whisper,  "I can't go back!  I can't go back!  I can't go
back!"

Roger said, "She needs more than to simply not be there.
She needs to talk to someone.  Somebody who can really
help."

"Roger, who already knows about this.....in your
organization?"

He looked reluctant to answer the question but eventually
said, "Marie...and her supervisor."

"Call Marie.  We need the name of a women's shelter, some
place she can get help so she can put this into
perspective.....and probably get medical care.  She needs
someone who really knows what they're doing."

Roger pressed more buttons on his cell and then spoke,
apparently to Marie.

Why does this shit always seem to happen to me?  All I want
to be doing is going to school and making love to my
boyfriend.  So what is it with this little black cloud that
seems to follow me around?  I mean I just went in to pick up
a few pairs of Levi's.

Fuck!  Where the fuck are the Levi's?

"Roger, did you see that bag that I had from Sears?"

"I dunno.  You had it when we headed back into the store."

"Well, it's gone now!  Shit!  Well, I'm not goin back in
there now."

He grinned.  "You know the style and size?  I'll have
someone get em for you."

"That would be sooo great!  Size thirty waist and thirty-
four length......but, I don't know the style.  This won't
work, forget it.  Well, on second thought, okay, just make
em 501's."  I really wanted something looser but I didn't
trust them to get the right thing and I could always use the
501's.

Roger started the car and spoke into his cell phone and gave
someone instructions to buy the jeans.

He glanced at me and said, "We got the name of a shelter.
Seems Marie has one that she donates money to.  She doesn't
think that they're gonna have room to take Melissa but she
can at least get some immediate counseling which is what I
think she really needs.

I turned back and looked at the girl.  "Melissa, we're going
to take you someplace where you can talk to someone."

She seemed to be getting herself under some degree of
control.  "I don't got money to pay for that."  She looked
out the window hiccupped and then rubbed away tears with the
backs of her hands.  "I ain't had time to find work."

I said, "Don't worry about that.  We'll take care of that,
we just want you to be able to talk to somebody about this."



That evening I collapsed into Larry's arms.  He was lying in
the corner of the couch and I crawled between his legs and
lay with my back against his chest and his arms wrapped
around me.

His hand came up and lightly rubbed the side of my face
while I whined.  "This is all the fuck that I wanted out of
this day.  Is this asking too fucking much?"

He kissed my ear and murmured, "Tell me everything that
happened."

So I did.  I could feel his body tense up when I told him
about the guy throwing a punch and he rubbed my arms when I
told him about how bad Melissa looked sitting there being
yelled at and when I choked up describing the women and
their kids at the shelter he buried his face against my
neck.

He said softly, "Well she's safe now.  How long you figure
she'll be here?"

"Not long I don't think.  She's only been in Denver for
three weeks and she only knew the asshole for six weeks.
Marie is trying to reach her parents.  She said the bastard
totally changed as soon as he got her here.  Said he wasn't
like this at all when she met him in Des Moines."

Larry said, "She's never been here before?"

"No, he used to live here and talked her into moving here
after only knowing him a couple of weeks.  It's almost like
he deliberately moved her away from her parents.  Like he
planned to isolate her."

"How badly is he hurt?"

"Concussion.  And, of course, he's gonna have a hell of a
headache.  He hit that wall hard."

"Well, it's a good thing that punch didn't connect, I woulda
killed him."

I laughed.  "You wouldn't have had the chance.  I been
waiting for a chance to beat the shit outta somebody ever
since the kidnapping.  If he had really gotten me angry he'd
have been the guy."

"Oh c'mon!  You mean you really weren't mad at him?
Besides, you coulda probably killed him with all that shit
you know."

"No, honest, Lar, I mean I thought he was a jerk and all
but.....I dunno.....all that training that I've been through
they taught me to like step away from the situation...you
know, like mentally and part of that training is not using
what you know how to do unless you absolutely have to.  I
didn't have to do anything, he did a great job of hurting
himself."

"I'm actually madder at him now, now that I've had a chance
to really think about what a bastard he is and to be able to
think about it without having to be prepared to fight.  That
make any sense?  It's like when I was there and I thought
the odds were good that I might have to fight that I kinda
separated myself from it, from the whole emotional aspect of
it."

He licked the back of my neck.  "I like it when you call me
that?"  There were shivers running down to my toes.

I wasn't sure what I had done.  "What?"

"When you call me Lar.  You never did that before we went to
Washington.  I like it."

"You sure that I never called you that before?"

His teeth closed gently on the side of my neck.  "Nope.
Fuck you taste good!"

I snuggled back against his body.  "You're just horny."

"True.....but it's more than that."  He sighed.  "So what
are ya gonna do about the shelter?"

"Whadya mean?"  Sometimes I think Larry can read my mind.

"You said that they were outta room and turning people away
and how bad it was for the women and the kids and I can hear
in your voice that you planning something.  So ya gonna tell
me what?"

I laid my head back against his chest and sighed. "What can
I do?  Money...it's the only thing I can do.  I'll give em
money."  For the millionth time I wonder about fate and how
I've got a family with money and I have money and didn't
have to do anything for it it was all given to me.  It makes
me really appreciate my dads and the fact that they're there
for me and it makes me sad that there are so many people
without that.

"You say it like it's a bad thing."

"I don't mean it that way, it's what they need, it just
somehow feels like it's not enough.  Just seeing that,
seeing how they look, knowing that they're about out of
options...I feel like I should be doing more."

Larry kissed my ear and spoke softly.  "Talk to our dads,
get em all to give money.  You get enough money together
you'll be helping them more than any other way.  Nothing
gives options like money."

"I gotta think about it.  I'll talk to Marie tomorrow and
see what she thinks."

My stomach growled and I twisted in Larry arms and asked,
"We got any dinner?"

He sat up abruptly.  "You didn't eat?  Fuck we thought you
would have eaten!"

He pushed me up and then climbed off of the sofa and pulled
me with him.  "We had chicken.  C'mon, we'll nuke some.  Why
didn't you say anything?  Here I'm tryin to get in your
pants and you're starving!"

I laughed.  "Hey it wouldn't hurt to ply me with a beer too.
It'd probably only take one, I'm a cheap date.  Actually for
you I'm totally free."

Larry pulled me into the kitchen and made me sit while he
heated up left over roast chicken and mashed potatoes and
joined me in a beer while we waited.  He reached over and
took my hand.  "I wish we were taking the same classes, I
really miss you during the day."

"I miss you too....and obviously I get in trouble when I'm
on my own."

He had scooted his chair over so that we were almost sitting
in each other's lap.  He bent forward and holding my face
with just the tips of his fingers kissed me.  He whispered,
"Once you've been fed you're all mine."

"Whadya gonna do to me?"

He grinned.  "Nothing that you'd want on the front page of
the newspaper but I think you'll like it."


When I woke up the next morning Larry was lying half on me
and half off and his hardon was smearing my right thigh with
precum.  His face was buried in the crook of my neck and his
right arm crossed my chest.

I turned my head and stuck my tongue in his ear.  I couldn't
tell whether or not that actually woke him up but he began
moving his whole body on top of mine.  At first I figured
that he might be doing that in his sleep but it became
pretty obvious that he was awake but neither one of us said
anything.

When his legs were between mine and his hard cock was
pressing into my perineum we both turned our heads and met
in a kiss.  I love it when he lies on top of me like this,
it really just feels so warm and secure plus I get to play
with his hard body and run my hands all over him.  Larry
doesn't have a body builder body where every little muscles
stands out but he does have an incredibly sexy body.  He's
very muscular and defined but it looks really natural like
he was born that way and when he moves his muscles have a
way of moving that is unbelievable.

He holds my face firmly with his hands and kisses me deeply
while his knees push under my legs forcing them apart and
up.  I moan and arch my back as he chews on my neck and his
cock begins to push into me.

Two orgasms later he comes out of the bathroom with a wash
clothe and towel and cleans me up and it occurs to me
there's no coffee.

I pull him back down onto the bed and kiss him.  "We run out
of coffee?"

He grins sheepishly and runs his knuckles down my abs.  "I
forgot about Mellisa.  She almost got a chance to learn a
lot more about me than she probably wants to know."

I run my fingers thru his hair and tell him, "She doesn't
know what she's missing."  I pull his head down to my chest
and bury my nose in his hair, again.  This whole Larry's
hair thing is weird but it smells so wonderful.

He turns his head on my chest and grins at me.  "This hair
thing becoming a fetish?"

I run my fingertips over his shoulders.  "Maybe."  Sighing I
say,  "I so don't wanna be away from you today."

He buries his face in my neck and moans into my ear.  "I
know.  I dunno what's happening.  I didn't think I could be
more in love with you than I already was but my pre-law
classes are taking a hell of a beating cause I'm sitting
there writing your name over and over.  I feel like a
fucking school girl!"

Larry suddenly lifted his head and said, "Fuck!  Did I tell
you we're suppose to go to Bob and Becky's tonight?"

"You said you were gonna talk to em."

"Yeah, we're goin there for dinner.  So as soon as ya get
home and change or whatever we'll go over.  I think Bob
could also help with the whole shelter thing.  He knows a
lotta people and my dad listens to him about money shit so
if he told him this'd be a good thing my dad would probably
contribute."

"I'm gonna have to write something up for David.  It's not
that he doesn't trust me but he likes to see that I've done
my homework so I'm gonna need to do some sort of proposal
for him.  I haven't talked to him yet but I know he'll ask
for that."

"Will he give ya money if you do that?"

"I dunno.  I mean I never asked him for anything like this
but I think so.  Anyway with this new deal he's got me doing
where I pay my own bills and stuff I have access to the
profits and he told me that I could spend that money any way
that I wanted to.  So I can use some of that money.  But the
thing is that we don't even know what they need, not really.
I'll talk to Marie after breakfast and see if she can set up
a meeting with what'shername Ruth something, the lady that
runs the shelter."

I tilted his head up a bit and we kissed.  "I've seen David
look at business stuff like this enough so I know that he's
gonna ask tough questions.  The thing with David is that
once you've got him on your side he's like in a hundred
percent so it's worth the effort."

We kissed again and in like ten seconds we were all over
each other again and ended up sixty-nining and blowing a
load into each other's mouths.

We finally came up for air and Larry gasped, "What the fuck
is going on?  What the hell are we doing?"

I laughed.  "Fuck if I know but I'm lovin it!"  I sighed and
sat up.  "I hate to say this but we need to get it in gear.
There's no way that we can meet for lunch?"

Larry shook his head.  "Not with that stupid ass class I've
got.  But text message me."  I must have given him a look
because he said, "No really c'mon!" He pushed me back down
and kissed me.  "Maybe we could meet in the Library around
2:00."  He sucked on my lower lip.  "C'mon, Alex, I need to
see you."

I ran my fingers thru his hair and said, "I need to see you
too, Lar.  I can meet ya at the Library at 2:00 but I gotta
be outta there by 2:15 to make it to my next class."


Larry and I had breakfast with Melissa and Larry totally
charmed her and put her at ease.  I couldn't help staring at
him as he kidded with her and just basically wrapped her
around his little finger.  He just oozes gentle masculinity
and it was even more evident talking to a girl.  I got hard
just watching him.  He's so good at shit like that and I'm
so lousy at it.

Later that morning just before going to school I spent a
half an hour with Marie and she sketched out what the
shelter needed on a short term and long term basis.  I
realized I was getting in over my head and that I needed to
talk to David.