Date: Sat, 14 May 2005 04:13:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: taarob <taarob@yahoo.com>
Subject: Protecting David-Alex's Story 4

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From the previous chapter:
"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."


                    Protecting David-Alex's Story 4

When do two people become a couple?  I guess that I don't
know.  I looked it up on the internet and didn't find
anything that really answered that question.

Larry hadn't said I love you and neither had I.  We had
never even touched each other except maybe accidentally and
for that matter there was the little matter of Larry never
having said that he was anything other than straight but
somehow that didn't change anything, we went from being me
and mine to being us and ours, well sorta.

Oh yeah, the medical student, he wanted a blowjob, to give
not get.  He didn't get it but still went on for fifteen
minutes fogging up my car windows telling me about how being
out would hurt his career and who understood sexual
orientation anyway?  But the thing that ended it before it
began was the way that he just kinda dismissed Larry with,
"Let's dance before he gets back."  The more that I thought
about it the more that I realized that I wanted Larry to
come back, that I missed his not being there.  Here was this
guy who I had known for only a couple of days and I was
having these feeling for him and I was pretty sure but not
positive, that he was having the same feelings for me.  On
top of that our classes were starting tomorrow at one of the
toughest universities on the planet.

I had to look away from those eyes because I was beginning
to get a hardon.  Taking my feet off of the windowsill I
crossed my legs to further disguise the situation.
Ostensibly to balance myself I reached over and put my hand
on Larry's shoulder.  "This is our last day of freedom
whadya want to do?  Please don't tell me study."  His
shoulder was warm and he wasn't wearing an undershirt
beneath the sport shirt he had on.  I could feel his skin
and muscle through the fabric and he seemed to accept my
touch.

"I wanna see the fucking ocean.  It's only twenty miles or
so west of us so I think that we oughta take a ride over and
see what it looks like."

I said.  "Somebody said that there's a nude beach over
there."  That'd be an icebreaker.

"I'm not showing my cock to just anybody."

"In that case I feel honored."

He laughed.  "The gym doesn't count."

"It wasn't only the gym."

He just grinned.  "You're gonna have to get your lazy ass
into the shower if we're gonna go anyplace."

I stood up slowly and then, putting my hands on either side
of the window, did a halfassed stretching-against-the-wall
pushup.....or pushaway or whatever.  No!  It's wasn't subtle
but then I wasn't sure that Larry was particularly attuned
to subtle.  When I turned back Larry was watching me with
hooded eyes and a strange expression on his face.

I touched his shoulder again as I stepped by him on my way
to the bathroom.  I could feel my cock swinging back and
forth in my boxers.  "Whadya say we go to Stacks for
breakfast?"

His voice was quiet and soft, almost a whisper. "It's out of
our way but yeah......I love their bacon."  I had this
overwhelming urge to stick my tongue in his ear but figured
that if I did he might explode and decided to keep my tongue
in my mouth, at least for the time being.

Walking the few feet to the shower it occurred to me that I
was building up a mental investment in this thing with Larry
working out and that if it didn't we were both going to get
hurt.  So what the fuck am I suppose to do with that, never
do anything with anyone?

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

Larry was just about vibrating while we were having
breakfast, pancakes and bacon for him, eggs over medium with
bacon for me, and lots of coffee.

"We can take a ride up the coast.  I wanna see the seals.
There's suppose to be a place where you can really get a
good look at the seals and the ocean I gotta take some pics
to email back to my mom and dad."  He's jiggling his leg.
His shirt is deep blue with some little design on it and it
makes him look really handsome.  It works well with his dark
brown hair.  The top two buttons are open and I'm staring at
his chest hair, which has a way of feathering itself out
across his skin, and it's driving me and my cock fucking
crazy.

He reaches out and I'm totally sure that he's going to take
my hand but somehow he ends up just touching my watch with
the tip of his finger.  He looks up at me with this cute
little confused look and says.  "Nice watch.......ah where'd
you get it?"

I look at him and shrug.  "My birthday.  A guy that my dad
works with.....well...more like an uncle.....he gave it to
me."  I take a gulp of coffee.  "So how are your study
habits?  Mine are okay but if you were fucking off it
probably wreck my concentration."

He answers quickly.  "They're good! Actually.....I'm kinda
anal when it comes to studying and grades and stuff like
that."

I take a pass on the question that I want to ask and instead
say,  "I woulda never have guessed."

He makes a face at me.  "Don't be a smartass.  I know that I
get a little.....intense.sometimes."  He sighs.  "This is a
kinda weird time for me.  Lotta stuff going on."  Funny how
one minute I'm looking at a little boy and the next minute
he's like this total adult.  The one constant is his
intensity; Larry lives with the throttle full open.  Without
thinking he reaches into his shirt and rubs his chest, a
reflex action that even he may not be aware of but it makes
my breathing difficult.  I can imagine the feel of those
pecs, the soft skin with the hard muscle underneath and that
soft brown hair.

"Alex!  Alex!"

"Huh?"

"Alex, you're like disappearing on me.  Where do you go?"
He smiles.

"What.....what did you say?"  I laugh and I'm sure that I
fucking blush.  "Maybe I'm not getting enough sleep."  This
is not like me at all!  "Maybe we should go.  I've probably
got coffee poisoning.  You realize how much coffee we
drink?"

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

So eventually we find the winding road to Half Moon Bay and
when we make it to the ocean we turn north and drive along
the coast, the ocean off to our left and the brown dry hills
to our right.

"Larry, you're supposed to sit down and buckle your seat
belt."  We're in my car and I'm driving.  Larry is kneeling
on the seat taking pictures and poking his head out the
sunroof taking pictures.  If we ever do find those fucking
seals he's gonna be climbing on top of the car.

"Alex, this is so fucking cool!  Look look!  It's a ship,
Alex!  It's a fucking ship!  Look!  Way out there!  This is
so fucking cool!"  Every time he pops his head up out of the
sunroof his crotch is staring me in the face......if I turn
and look....and I do.  I really want to touch it.  I want to
feel how it feels when it's hard.  I want to feel those
balls in my hand.  This is driving me crazy!

I grab his belt and pull him back in.  The feel of leather
in my hand.....  God, I need to get off!

"Larry, get your skinny ass in here!  You can't be sticking
your head out of the fucking sunroof and you've got to
buckle your seat belt!"

He plops down into the seat and reluctantly buckles his seat
belt.  "Alex, it goes on fucking forever!  And I saw a seal!
I'm sure that it was a seal!"  I check out his seat belt and
note the bulge in his pants just below it.

Finally, we find the restaurant at seal rock and since it's
not quite lunchtime we just take pics but there definitely
are seals, well they're out on the rocks but they're there.
Larry's a happy camper and snaps away.  God, how big is that
memory card?  It hits me that I'm happy to watch Larry be
happy.  It's important to me that he's having a good time
and I want to walk up behind him as he's taking pictures and
wrap my arms around him and lay my head against his back.

He spins around and looks at me like he wants to say
something but then something comes over his eyes like he's
reading my mind or something and he turns back around and
watches the seals.  Why didn't I notice right from the
beginning how beautiful he is?

I walk over to him.  "If we go any further north we're gonna
start running into San Francisco, so whadya say we head
south and see what's down there?"

He turns to look at me and he's grinning like an idiot but
he says, "Yeah...that'd be good and maybe by the time we get
back to Half Moon Bay we'll be ready for lunch."

"You done with the pictures?"

Larry yells.  "One more!"  He turns around and leaps like a
cat up onto a huge boulder and snaps one more picture.  He's
wearing faded black jeans and as he lands on the rock and
straightens up they're riding up his butt.  Oh, God!

We work our way back to Half Moon Bay taking additional pics
going south of everything we shot going north only this time
when Larry kneels on the seat I get to glance at his
handsome butt instead of his crotch.  He plays every sport
known to man and he's really toned.

We swing into a gas station and get a recommendation for
lunch which leads us to a small seafood restaurant right on
the wharf.  We both have deep fried oyster sandwiches and
they're obscenely good.

We're just finishing our coffee when Larry looks at me and
asks, "So what was the problem with the med student?"

This could be an important question and I wait a few seconds
before answering.  "He just wanted sex.  I mean......I mean
I know that I said that I'd have sex with about anything but
when it got right down to it I knew that I needed more than
that.  I needed someone who meant something to me."  I'm
sure I was blushing.  "Maybe I'm just being an asshole.  Why
don't we head out?"

Larry took a final swallow of his coffee and we got up at
the same time and then he said a funny thing.  "I wish that
I had your guts."

I did a double take but only managed to come up with, "Huh?"

He was already out the door and I wasn't sure that I even
wanted to pursue that remark.  The thing is that sometimes
people say things that they don't intend to, that they were
only thinking.  The other thing, besides that last thing, is
that I'm not a total idiot.  I know that if Larry is really
straight, a one hundred percent heterosexual then there's no
fucking way that he and I are ever gonna have the kind of
relationship that I need.  Life is so fucking difficult! Why
don't they just assign mates to everyone when you get to be
breeding age?

Larry was standing by the passenger side door of the car
beating out a rhythm with his fingertips on the roof of the
car. He said as I approached, "Let's stay on this road.  I
wanna be near the ocean."

As we got into the car I said.  "You're going to get a look
at the nude beach if you want to stop."

He looked at me and smiled.  "I'm still not showin anybody
my dick."

"That's not a rule that you're gonna wanna hang onto for too
long."

He slouched down in the seat as I drove.  "That thing that
you said....back in the restaurant about how you didn't go
with that guy because all that he wanted was sex,"  he
looked out the side window and his chin was in his hand and
the sound muffled, "that's the way that I feel too.  I think
that that's the way that it should be.......otherwise what's
the fucking point."

We drove down the coast and did stop at San Gregorio beach,
which is suppose to be the nude beach but I didn't see any
naked people and we ended up just walking the beach and
talking for most of the afternoon.  I told Larry everything
that I could think to tell about my life and he filled me in
on his.  Larry's mom and dad have a lot more money than he
originally indicated, at least it began to sound like that
and I also found out that Larry has an older sister Becky.

In Larry's own words, "Becky's the only one that really
understands me in my family.  It's almost like she's my mom
although she's not because I've got a mom."

"You get along with you mom and dad, Larry?"  It was
beginning to sound like he didn't.

"I guess.  They don't know me.....not really....only Becky
has taken the time to know me."

We got back into the car and drove further south but then
decided that it was time we were getting back and we turned
around.  I pulled off once for gas and we had burgers and
fries in a little diner.

By the time we got back in the car the sun was beginning to
set and with talking and all and not really knowing where we
were we missed the best turnoff on Sand Hill Road and kept
going.

We passed a sign that said Viewing Area and Larry said.
"Pull in here, Alex.  Let's see what this is."

It was basically what it said that it was, a place to pull
in and enjoy the view.  We walked over to where a big tree
that I wasn't familiar with was growing right next to a
waist high stone wall.  The tree was huge and looked like a
big open umbrella.  The sun was setting beyond the hills.
Larry sat on the stone wall and leaned against the tree
while he watched the sunset.  I stood next to him.

As it got darker Larry stared at the horizon and said
quietly, "Alex......there never was a girl at home.  I mean
there was....actually a couple of em.......but they never
worked out."

I moved closer to him and spoke very quietly.  "What was the
problem?"

He sighed.  "They weren't what I needed.....or wanted."
Neither of us spoke for a few minutes.

The sun moved below the hills and this incredible fog was
moving over the hills creating a weird incandescence in the
west.  It was getting hard to see and I could feel the heat
radiating from Larry's body as well as I could see him.

I put my left hand on Larry's shoulder and waited a couple
of seconds and when he didn't do anything I bent down and
kissed him on the lips while my other arm went around his
body and pulled him to me.  He made a little sound in the
back of his throat.  His body was warm and hard under his
clothes and he smelled of soap and sweat and hamburgers and
Spearmint gum.

His left hand came up and pulled my head in even tighter and
finally he opened his mouth and let my tongue into one of
the places that it had longed to be all day.

When I pulled my mouth slightly away from his for a moment
he whispered into my mouth, "Oh fuck!"