Date: Tue, 10 May 2005 18:16:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: taarob <taarob@yahoo.com>
Subject: Protecting David-Alex's Story 3

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From the previous chapter:
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."


                    Protecting David-Alex's Story 3

Larry and I were cutting across the campus on our way to the
gym and he was like dancing around me as we walked and as he
tried to get all of his questions answered.  Did I mention
that he's got a lot of energy and needs to know everything?

"So did he shove his finger up your butt."

I laughed.  "Sorry to disappoint you, Larry but nope, no
fingers."

"So did he feel your balls and ask you to cough?"

"Nope."  I stopped and looked at him.  "Larry will you stop
running around me and walk next to me in a straight line
like a human being?  You're making me dizzy."

"Alex, you sure this guy was a doctor?"

"Yeah.  But I think that the medical student that was with
him was gay.  And I think that there was something there,
you know, like he might be interested."

Larry grabbed me by the arm and stopped me.  "Whadya mean,
what'd he say, did he grab you or anything?"

"No, none of that stuff.  There was, you know, just
something there, I could feel it."

"Yeah but how could you feel it?  Did he say that you looked
hot or something?"

"No!  Nothing like that.  He seemed....I
dunno.....embarrassed.  But you know, embarrassed like when
you're attracted to someone and you're afraid that it's
gonna be too obvious or that you're gonna fuckup."

Larry was finally walking next to me.  "That was the young
guy in the white coat?  You could do better.  You shouldn't
jump on the first dude to give you the eye.  When you got
undressed did you keep the sheet or something around you?"

"Laaaarrrrrryyyyyy!!!!  Did you ever hear of Ridilin?"

"Alex?  Do I talk too much?  My mom is always telling me
that I can't shut up."

"Your mother wouldn't lie to you."  But then he got like
this stricken look on his face and I felt terrible.

I grabbed him by the neck and pulled him to me for a second
as we walked.  "You don't talk too much for me, Larry.  I
like you.  You're my friend and you can talk all you want."
He smiled and his face lit up which just means that it
returned to normal.

"So what are you gonna be when you grow up?  What's your
major?"

Larry looked down for a second and back up.  "My dad wants
me to be a lawyer.  He says that with all the money he's
paid lawyers over the years that he could finance my
practice himself."  He gave me a lopsided grin.  "I dunno.
I gotta think about it."

Larry asked me.  "So how about you?  What do you want to
do?"

"Business, I guess.  It's what I've been exposed to.  It
oughta work."

Larry flipped his gym bag up into the air and then caught
it.  "So would you have sex with that dude if he asked you?"

"Probably."  He got a surprised look on his face.  "Larry,
I'd have sex with that tree if it wanted to, besides you're
gonna be out there too bangin every chick that's drunk
enough to let you get that close."

He hit me in the back with his gym bag and I laughed and
said.  "Right!  Like that's not the way that it's gonna
happen?"

"Alex, I'm a very romantic guy!  It's not like I sleep with
the first girl that I see.  There's gotta be something
there, some emotional attachment."

I smiled at him.  "I hope that you're as good at lifting
weights as you are at bullshit."

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

I love working out.  There's just something about it that
makes me feel great.  I guess because I've done it for so
long.

"Larry, you know that when I was kid I used to sit on Mark's
shoulders when he did pushups."

He pulled his sweaty tee shirt off over his head.  "No shit?
How many did he do?"

I laughed.  "Like a fucking hundred.  He still does the same
workout."  Geez I missed him.  I felt so close to Mark, well
David too but differently with David.  I can still feel my
hands around Mark's neck and hear his breathing as he did
those exercises.

I had been vegging out and when I looked up Larry was
watching me.  "Where'd you go?"

I pulled my tee shirt off. "Oh....a quick trip back in time.
You miss your mom and dad?"

He pushed his shorts off and stood there naked.  I swung my
eyes down to the floor and untied my shoelaces but I had
seen his cock....up close.  It was about four inches long
and fairly thick and his nuts hung down even lower.  Okay
it's straight cock and off bounds so I'm just forgetting
about it.

"Yeah I do.  I miss them at different times.  Like in the
morning I really miss my dad because he always fixed me
breakfast and ate with me.  That was like our time together.
You know like sometimes in the afternoon or something he
could be a real dick but then the next morning we'd be
eating together and he'd tell me that he was sorry and...."
Larry ran his hands through his hair and I could tell that
he was getting emotional.  "I don't wanna talk about this
anymore."  He walked off toward the showers.  Lord!
Straight guys and their emotions or rather their denial of
them.

I followed Larry into the showers.  We were by ourselves and
Larry was standing letting a shower beat down on him
plastering his now almost black hair to his head.  His hands
were scrubbing his face and finally he peeked out at me.

"Why doesn't this feel weird here....being naked?"

I shrugged.  "Probably because we've both been doing it like
forever."

He turned off his shower and grabbed his towel.  "Sorry
about.....what I said, you know, being so abrupt.  I didn't
know that I was gonna feel that way."

I grabbed my towel and dried off quickly.  "Hey, it's okay.
I mean I'm pretty much feeling the same stuff.  I guess that
we'll get used to it."

We walked back to our lockers.  We pulled our underwear on
at the same time and we both looked up at the same time.  I
smiled at him.

"You wanna do something for lunch?"

His face lit up.  "They've got this huge mall right next to
the campus.  I shot through there for like ten minutes but
it looked like there were some nice restaurants."

Without thinking about it I reached into my underwear and
got everything on the side that it's suppose to be on and
while I was doing that I tall guy with a shaved head walked
by and looked at my crotch and then smiled at me.  Without
thinking about it I smiled back.

When I turned back to Larry he was standing there looking
like he was ready for battle.  He's like bouncing on the
balls of his feet and his hands are clenched into fists.  "I
can't fucking believe that!   How the fuck does he know that
you're not straight?  You could be fucking straight and even
if you weren't how does he know whether you've got a
boyfriend or not.  What does he do......come on to every guy
that walks in here?  Why did you smile at him?"

"Larry!  Calm down, it's not a big deal."  I pulled my pants
on, buttoned my shirt and tied my shoes.

Larry was standing with his gym bag.  "Well let's get outta
here.  That guy really pisses me off."  Well, what's that
all about?

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

We grabbed a bite to eat at a great restaurant in the mall
and then hit the student bookstore and both spent like a
million bucks on books and supplies.  Classes start on
Monday!  We both made two trips from my car to our room
before all this raw material was stashed away.

I was sitting at my computer and Larry came over and dropped
a newspaper ad in front of me.  He leaned on my shoulder and
pointed to the ad.  "That cute blond gal at the bookstore
told me about this party for freshman and sophomores at this
club."  Only someone from Colorado with use the word gal.

I turned my head and smiled up at him.  "Well I guess if we
don't leave the room we'll never get laid."

Larry looked suddenly shy.  "I'm sorry that I reacted the
way that I did in the gym.  You musta thought that I was a
real asshole."  He leaned against my desk.  "It's
just.....I'm very defensive about my friends....somebody
fucks with you, they fuck with me."  He sighed.  "I gotta
learn to control that.  Are you mad?"

"No.....it's kinda nice actually, nice that you think of me
as your friend and that you're a stand up guy, someone that
I can count on.  Just don't start going like, parental, over
all my dates.  It's real possible that the first couple may
not exactly be virginal.  Well, hell, none of them will be
virginal at least I don't think so!"

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

The legal age for drinking in California is twenty-one so
theoretically none of the people at the "Welcome Incoming
Freshman" party should have been drunk.  I guess that, not
too surprisingly, some alcohol slipped into some
bloodstreams and maybe even some drugs.

Stanford University is not an inexpensive university and so
one of the more common threads running through the student
body was money and money makes the impossible possible.
Almost everyone was under the influence of something except
for Larry and I  and Larry really didn't need anything to
pick up his mood.  It was always up.

I was having a great time.  I danced to music played at a
level that would make the planet vibrate, women wearing
maybe what they thought would be expected of them in
California danced toward me appearing and then fading away.
Laughter, mine and theirs and everyone's filled the room
ricocheting back and forth and combining finally with the
pounding beat.   And, of course, I lost Larry.  Not totally
lost, he was still in that throng somewhere but I wasn't
catching a look at him but after a while I need to kinda
tune out and I found a solid wall and leaned against it.  My
feet were still moving to the beat but the rest of me was
vegging.

Suddenly out of the mass of dancing humanity Larry appeared
with a cute boy in tow.

He pushed the cute redhead forward like he was offering me a
plate of food.  "Eric, this is Ken.  He's gay!"

I shook hands with Ken and smiled at Larry.  I turned to
Ken.  "He didn't actually go around asking people did he?"

He answered in a surprisingly deep voice.  "No.  Well, I hit
on him and he said that he wasn't but that his roommate was
and would I like to meet you."  Good old Larry.

Larry got this weird conflicted look on his face and started
to say one thing and then seemed to shift gears in the
middle of his thought.  He opened his mouth again, closed it
and then pointed to where he had come from and said.  "I
gotta go."  He turned on his heel and disappeared.

I smiled at Ken.  "He's a good guy."

Ken laughed.  "I thought that I was being kidnapped."  Then
out of nowhere.  "He said that you were hung."

"He did?"  Ken nodded and moved in close to me and cupped my
crotch.  At first I froze.  I'm not used to people touching
me without being asked or warned.

Ken smiled at me.  "Seems like he was telling the truth.  I
want you to shoot a big load down my throat.  Wanna feel
that hot cum, Baby!"  I felt like I shouldn't be here.

This guy made me feel disgusted and I pushed his hand away.
"Not now.  It's been a while and I gotta move back into this
slowly."

His hand was back on my crotch before I had completed the
sentence.  "I need that big load.  You can fuck me if you
want to."

I pushed his hand away again.  "Look, it's been a long time
and before.....before when I did this I was in a
relationship.  It was different."  This guy made me want to
vomit.

The next time he grabbed my crotch I grabbed his wrist and
squeezed it hard.  He got a shocked look on his face and
yelped.  "Ken...you grab my crotch again and I'm gonna break
your wrist!"  He was in pain and afraid.  It made me feel
good that I was hurting him and I didn't like that, actually
there wasn't much about this guy and what was happening that
I did like.  "You need to just go, Ken!"  I dropped his
wrist and pushed him away.  I'm not sure who I hated more,
him or me.  He disappeared quickly into the crowd.  I'm
gonna strangle Larry!

I turned to see if people were watching that mess and there,
six feet away stood the Doc.  Well, more accurately the
medical student who's name I didn't know.  He walked slowly
towards me with a real drink in his hand.

He gestured with the drink to the crowd of dancers.  "That
was Ken.  Normally he's busy doing all the guys in his dorm
but this is a party weekend and he's probably at loose
ends."  There was a smile behind those words.  "Would you
really have broken his wrist?"

I laughed with relief and a feeling of stupidity.  "Probably
not. It's pretty hard to break a wrist unless you got
something to whack it against."

He held out his hand tentatively.  "Will this be safe with
you?"

I shook his hand and smiled.  "I think the testosterone
level is back to normal."

He smiled at me and his blue eyes twinkled.  "Don't let it
get too low.  You never know when it'll be needed."  I
noticed that here on neutral ground, so to speak, he never
blushed like he had at the clinic.

"You must be a third year med student?  What are you doing
at the Freshman party?"

He laughed.  "I'm not sure.  Maybe it's just the feeling
that new guys bring to this place, any place actually.  It's
like it's all new again."

I laughed.  "And you're horny!"

"Okay and that too."

I smiled at him.  "You never told me your name."

Now he did blush or at least it looked like it.  "It's
Daniel....Crane."

I leaned in close to him closer than I needed to be heard my
cheek just brushed his.  "Daniel?  Daniel's a nice name.
You like to be called Daniel or Danny or Dan?"

He smiled.  "If I say Daniel are you gonna think total
queen?"  The music had been cranked up and he leaned in
closer my hand was just touching his shirt and feeling the
heat radiating from his body.

I looked into his eyes and smiled softly.  "Nope.  I'm just
gonna think that you like to be called Daniel."

We kept moving closer to each other so that we could be
heard over the music and soon we were lightly brushing
against each other barely touching in one spot and then
another, little electric jolts seemed to be flashing back
and forth between our bodies.

He looked into my eyes and tilted his head and it almost
seemed like somehow we were about to kiss when Larry came
bursting through the crowd.

"Eric!  Where the fuck have you been?"  He glanced at Daniel
and then turned quickly back to me.  "What happened to Ken?"

I rolled my eyes.  "He had to leave."  I grinned.  "He said
that he hit on you."

Larry looked a little embarrassed and then laughed.  "It was
a mistake, he took me for somebody else.  Anyway I thought
you might like him."  He shrugged and half gestured toward
Daniel.  "I dunno.....I...well I met this girl over on the
other side...I better get back."

Daniel turned to me.  "He's cute.....and handsome, they
don't always go together."  In the clinic he had seemed a
little awkward as if he wasn't totally in control of his
body but now he was like a totally different guy and you
could see the future doctor in that tall thin body.  "Why
don't we dance before he comes back?"  He pulled my by the
hand out into the maelstrom of bodies.

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

I thought that maybe I was dreaming it, the tiny faraway
sound, like it was coming from another room.  "You've got
mail."  I've got mail?  I pull the pillow over my head and
turn over onto my stomach as I stretch out I crush my
morning-hard cock between my body and the mattress.  I've
got mail.

As I come closer to awareness I begin to realize the Larry,
who always gets up at some ungodly hour, is sitting at the
computer.  A heavy object hits the floor with a loud thud
and I pull the pillow off of my head to see what's happened.

"Oh, you're up?"  I'm up?  Larry gets up and quickly pours
me a cup of coffee and brings it over to me.  He looks
disgustingly good for this time in the morning, all shaved
and combed and dressed in clean clothes and the faint smell
of soap and deodorant.  "I was wondering when you'd be up."

I reach out from under the covers and grasp the warm mug.
Larry continues to hold the mug while I adjust my grip and
then bring the cup unsteadily to my lips.  He hunkers down
next to my bed while I take a sip.

Larry speaks strangely softly, at least for him.  "What
time'd you get in last night?"

I slowly sit up and swing my legs over the side of the bed
being careful this time to keep my still hard cock covered.
"Larry......what time do you get up?"

"I guess that I don't need much sleep.  Soooo...you and that
medical student hit it off?"

I ran my fingers through my hair and took a large gulp of
coffee.  "You mean get it off don't you?"

"Oh."  He stood up and walked over to his computer and sat
down.  I reach down to the floor by the side of my bed and
grab my boxers and pull em on while he wasn't looking.

I call over to him.  "What happened with that girl?"

He didn't turn to look at me but rather started surfing the
web.  "It didn't work out."  Somehow, in my mind at least,
those words just kind of hung there in the air.

I stood up and adjusted my diminishing erection and walked
over to where Larry was sitting.  I dragged my desk chair
over to his sat down next to him and put my feet up on the
windowsill.  He still didn't look at me.

"I was kidding, Larry.  Nothing happened."

A slight smile started forming on his face.  He clicked on a
web site.  "How come?"

I shrugged.  "Dunno.  Maybe I'm just not good at staying up
late."

"You gonna see him again?"  He started jiggling his leg up
and down.  Man in motion.  Larry in motion.

I yawned and stretched.  "Who knows?"  I smiled.  "This
friend of mine keeps telling me that the guys not right for
me."

He finally turned to look at me and I noticed that hehad
little green flecks floating around in his brown eyes.  He
smiled and said.  "A friend wouldn't lie to you."