Date: Wed, 24 May 2006 17:22:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: taarob <taarob@yahoo.com>
Subject: Protecting David-Alex's Story 30

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From the previous chapter:
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.



                    Protecting David-Alex's Story 30


"Hi, Dad."  I figured that it was time I called David about
this whole shelter thing.

"Alex!  It's wonderful to hear from you!  Ya know these
phone lines work every day.  Just in case you wanted to call
more often."

I laughed.  "Hey, we just saw you in Washington.  I figured
you guy's would be sick of me."

"No way that could ever happen, Kiddo.  If I had my way
you'd still be living in your old room."  He sighed.  "But I
do realize that isn't gonna happen.  I hear you had somebody
throw a punch at you."

"You probably had the report ten minutes after it happened."

"Well, I'm not sure it was that fast but it didn't take
long.  I hope you understand that they don't report to me
about everything.  I mean it's only stuff where they figure
a threat to you is involved.  Is that what you were calling
about?"

"Kinda, at least in a way.  See, when we took Melissa,
that's the girl involved in this,  to the shelter I just
couldn't believe what those folks are facing.  I guess, I
mean I know, that I've lived a pretty sheltered life and
even now I've always got you guys to turn to but those folks
just don't have anything.  The shelter tries to help them
but there's just too many people in trouble and even kids.
Dad, there's little kids, babies a lotta times, that are
running with their mom's from some asshole trying to hurt
em.  The thing is that the shelter doesn't have enough of
anything.  They need more space, more food, more counselors,
everything.  They even need stuff like diapers for the kids
and freakin toothpaste!  Those families need everything!"

David's voice took on a warm soft quality.  "And you want to
help."

"Yeah...the thing is I'm not sure what to do.  I could give
money and I'm sure that I'll have to.  I was also gonna hit
you up for a contribution.  It's deductible.  At least I
think it is.  See I'm not even sure about that!"

"Have you thought about volunteering?"

"You can do that?"

"Mmmm, probably.  Call em and ask but I'd bet you can.  I
realize that you donating some time aren't going to solve
their problems but it will familiarize you with their
problems.  You also need an attorney if you're determined to
give them money but I'd rather you didn't use Bob for this."

"How come, he'd probably do it for free."

"For sure he would, that's the problem.  Bob and his firm do
quite a bit of work for me but I don't want him to think
that we're imposing on him because of that.  Maybe he
wouldn't think that but maybe he would.  In any event it's
probably best that you had an attorney that you could call
about things.  How about if I have someone call you?  I just
want to see who'd be the best.  The right attorney can also
help you put together a proposal for me.  That is what you
want to do isn't it?"

"If you like it you'll help?"

"Sure but if I do I want it to be a long term thing and
something that's carefully planned out so that we know where
we're going.  But absolutely, if it's what you want me to do
and if the proposal addresses those things I'll help.
Actually it would give me a chance to do something Mark and
I have been thinking about for a while."

David's whole attitude about this made me feel great and
also somehow secure.  I could feel tears in my eyes.  I
swallowed a lump in my throat and said, "You know, you guys
could come and visit us.  We've got like four quest
bedrooms."

David laughed.  "Well, you've got me there, we could.  Lemme
talk to Mark and we'll see what we can work out.  I do need
to be there in a couple of weeks for a board meeting at the
bank, maybe we can turn it into a long weekend."

"That'd be fantastic, Dad....I love you guys!"  Somehow I
realized that more every day.






Bob and Becky lived only a couple of miles from us in a huge
house that Bob's father, a very prominent Colorado attorney,
had built for himself but had given to Bob and Becky when
they got married.  It was done in what I call Western
Colonial and had two wings off of the main structure with
and immense pool and a four-car garage.

Larry and I were attacked by two identical boys the second
we walked thru the door of the house.  Bob was right behind
them and had been running to catch them.

He threw up his hands.  "They run like freakin deer!"  He
draped an arm around each of our necks and pulled us into a
hug.  "I love seeing you guys!"  He grinned at Larry.  "Your
sister is going to yell at ya for not coming around more
often."

We both scooped up a twin and Larry talked over his twins
head.  "S'okay, I'll blame Alex."

"Hey, what did I do?"

He kissed his twin and told Bob, "He's keeping me like a sex
slave or something."

I laughed.  "You're the most willing slave I ever saw!"

I asked Bob, "Which twin do I have?"

"Beats me, ask em."

I looked into those crystalline blue eyes and said softly,
"Hey buddy, which twin are you?"  He grabbed my nose in
response and yelled, "Unca Axe!"

Larry looked at me with a frustrated look and said, "How
come yours knows you and mine thinks I'm the mailman or
something?"  He shook his head.  "I'm pretty sure that one
is Sean but wouldn't ya think their dad would actually
know?"  Somehow Larry looked even hotter holding a baby,
like the softness and vulnerability of Ian was accentuating
his masculinity and aggressiveness.  I felt like pushing him
into a bedroom and tearing his clothes off.

Becky came running into the foyer with her arms outstretched
yelling, "My little boys!"  She stopped suddenly and said,
"Oh....and the twins too."  Then she kissed Larry and me.

She looked at Bob.  "Did you tell em I was gonna yell at em
for not coming over more?"

He sighed.  "Yes, Beck, I did."

"Good!  Then I don't have to do it."  She looked from Larry
to me, both of us holding a twin.  "Those can be rented you
know.  Good for just a few hours of cuddling or long term
parenting and non of that messy marriage business."

I smiled at Becky and said, "I'll take a thirty year lease
on both of em."  Actually I wasn't totally kidding.  There
was something about these little guys that was doing weird
things to me.

Bob whined, "She's always trying to get rid of my kids."

Becky snorted.  "Your kids?  Seems to me that I was the one
in a hospital bed screaming while you and your dad watched
football!"

Bob grabbed Becky and to much shrieking, kissed the side of
her neck and slapped her on the butt.  Laughing she tried
pulling away but Bob held her hand and said, "We all do what
we can, Beck.  You're just better at dealing with pain."

"Wait till tonight!  I'll give ya pain!"

He laughed.  "Not the handcuffs and riding crop again!"

We put the boys down and Becky ushered us into the great
room and onto facing sofa's.  While the exterior of the
house may have been Western Colonial the inside was more
Metropolitan Home.  Bob and Becky both had deep roots in
Colorado and had even grown up near each other but had not
met until they were both at Harvard, he for law and she for
an MBA.

Sean, at least I'm pretty sure it was Sean, after roaming
with his brother for five minutes came over to me and
scampered up onto my lap.  My heart flipped over as he
wrapped his arms about my neck.  Pretty soon Ian got with
the program and climbed onto Larry's lap.

Larry looked at me and grinned.  He gently wrapped his arms
around his twin and kissed the side of his neck as the
toddler squirmed.  I stared at Larry as he held the baby.

Bob leaned over to me and said, "Yes he would."

I came out of my trance and said, "Huh?"

"He'd make a good parent, you both would."

Larry looked at us and said softly, "Alex would, I dunno
about me."

Sometimes, usually unexpectedly, my love for Larry will just
engulf me like some huge freakin wave crashing onto the
shore and chills ran down my spine.

I swallowed and said, "You'd be great, Lar, better than me."

Bob reached over and squeezed the back of my neck.  "I think
you'd both be pretty good at it.  It's something you need to
think about in a couple of years."

Becky leaned forward and looked at me with concern.  "Alex,
we heard someone tried to hit you."

I laughed.  "Somehow it sounds worse when you say it, Becky,
than it seemed at the time."  I spent a few minutes bringing
them up to speed including that Melissa was staying with us
for another day before we put her on a plane and sent her
back to her parents.  "It took us a while to reach her
parents, they were out of town at a relatives for a few
days."

After explaining to Bob and Becky about taking Melissa to
the shelter and how impossibly in need they were I said,
"I'm gonna volunteer.  Maybe I can do a night or two a
week."

Larry's head was bent down as he whispered to Ian but it
shot up when I said that.

"Volunteer?  When the hell will you have time to volunteer?"

"I dunno, Larry, maybe Monday and Wednesday."

Larry sat forward and his chest and shoulders seemed to
expand.  "Alex, you are seeing your shrink tomorrow for the
first time, right?"

"Yeah, I guess."

Bob said, "Shrink?"

Larry said, "There's no "I guess" about it.  You are going!"

"Okay, okay, I'm going!"

Bob said, "Why do you need a shrink?"

Larry said, "Well you're probably gonna need to see him
twice a week.  You're also seeing this Nels guy Friday and
you said he's gonna have you working out on Tuesdays and
Fridays and I hope I'm not asking too much but I'd like to
see ya once in a while and, Oh, there's the whole college
thing."

Bob said, "You really need a shrink?"

Larry set Ian down on the floor and leaned forward.  "He
freakin collapsed in Washington!"

Becky gave him a dirty look and Larry held up his hands.  "I
said freakin.  I know there's kids here."

Becky smiled.  "I wasn't worried about the kids.  I just
hate to have Bob picking up words like that."

Bob turned to me and put his hand on my shoulder.
"Flashbacks?"

I nodded.

Bob said softly, "You actually collapsed?"

I sighed and shut my eyes for a second. "I kinda relived the
beating."

Larry looked upset and sorry that the conversation had taken
this turn.  "You see why I think that you're stretching
yourself too thin?"

I kissed the top of Seans's head.  "Larry, do you remember
what happened when I collapsed?"

He said cautiously, "Yeah."

"What?"

"That oriental chick whipped out that pistol and kept the
crowd back until your dads came and we all got loaded in
that van."

Becky had a shocked look on her face and said, "Pistol?"

"Larry, don't you see?  These people don't have that.
Nobody was gonna help Melissa.  Nobody's gonna help the
people that need that shelter.  I've got platoons of people
helping me.  I don't even know how many!  These people have
no one.  Can you imagine what it must be like knowing that
some jerk is gonna beat you and your kids to death,
literally beat you to death and no one gives a crap?  That
you might just as well let him do it and get it over with
cause nobody's gonna help or even care."

Larry was staring at the floor with his shoulders hunched up
and didn't say anything for about thirty seconds but then he
slowly lifted his head and gave me a quirky smile.  He said
quietly, "Okay, so I'm a jerk.  How can I help?"

I wanted to throw myself into his arms.  "Come with me on
Wednesday nights....if she'll let me work then.  It'd be so
much easier with you there."

Becky sat forward and looked worried.  "What if one of those
nuts comes looking for his wife and you guys are there and
he kills you?"

I sat back and kissed the side of Sean's head.  "Becky,
wherever I go my minders go.  And when they find out that
there might be that possibility they'll probably increase
the force."  I looked at Becky and grinned.  "I don't even
know how many people are following me."

She sat back and folded her arms.  "Well, just remember that
even with them that guy was still able to throw a punch.
Can't you just give money?"

"I'll probably have to because I got the feeling that they
were kinda desperate.  I also talked to David about a
contribution and as soon as I get on the inside and get some
feel for what they really need he promised to look at it.
Actually I'm pretty much a hundred percent sure that he'll
do it."

Bob put his hand on my shoulder again and asked, "Does David
give to charities?  I never heard him talk about it."

"I really don't know, it's not something he's ever talked
about but you know how he can be.  It wouldn't surprise me
if he had been all along and didn't say anything.  David can
be pretty intense about stuff and it's the sort of thing he
would just do and not talk about.  They may be coming for a
long weekend in a few weeks.  I'll probably find out more
then."

Larry looked up at me and said, "They're gonna stay with
us?"

I grinned at him and really really wanted to touch him.  I
wanted to be sitting next him and be holding his hand.  I
know, pretty fucking needy.  "Sure.  I asked em to come when
I talked to David today.  Besides, Larry, we got all those
bedrooms, it's not like they'd be bunking with us.  But I
had to tell Mark that you wouldn't yell at him if he came."

Bob smiled and said, "Larry, did you do something you
haven't told us about?"

Larry looked a little sheepish.  "I just got in a
disagreement with Mark.  It wasn't anything."

Bob shook his head.  "You're a braver man than me Charlie
Brown."

Larry leaned back and stretched out his arms.  "No it's
okay, really.  He hugged me and I told him I was sorry I got
mad."

I said, "Mark really likes Larry."

Becky said, "Well it sounds like there's a lot your not
telling us but that's probably a good thing."

I said, "Becky if we got into it it would be way more
information than you'd want.  But I really meant it when I
said that Mark likes Larry.  Larry gets kinda protective
towards me and, I guess, naturally enough, Mark likes that."

Becky grinned affectionately at her brother.  "He was like
that with me too when we were little.  Even though I was
bigger and older he was always watching out for me.  Course
he was the same way with his toys so maybe it doesn't mean
all that much."  Larry threw a pillow at her.



When the evening finally ended and we got in the car to go
home Larry leaned over the center console and kissed me.
His right hand was behind my head and his left was pulling
on my right side.  My nostrils filled with that Larry scent
and my mouth was filled with his tongue.  While he was
trying to come over the center console to me I was pressing
my body hard against his, my hard cock grinding into his
left thigh.

All night long it was like torture watching him sitting
there with the muscles in his chest pushing on the fabric of
his sport shirt and his big dick outlined down his left
pants leg.  Every time he spoke it was like his deep voice
vibrated thru my ears and went straight to my cock.  Then
he'd catch my eye and get that odd little smile at the
corners of his mouth and my cock would pulse a few drops of
precum into my underwear.

He got his left leg over the console and his body pressed me
back against the seat as his hard cock humped my left leg
and with my head pushed back by his hand his mouth worked on
my neck.  The heat coming off of his body was intense,
surprising and he had this way of engulfing me that had me
almost shooting in my pants.

Suddenly there was a tapping on the steamy window and we
both jumped.  The tapping came again and Larry pressed the
button and lowered the window.

Bob was hunkered down so that his face was level with the
sill of the car window and he was smiling broadly.

"What's a matter, Lar?  Drop your keys.....down Alex's
throat?"