Date: Sun, 22 Feb 2004 19:08:27 -0800 (PST)
From: taarob <taarob@yahoo.com>
Subject: Protecting David - Growing Up 5

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Protecting David - Growing Up 5

                                     Tommy

Alex is a really smart guy, I mean that, but sometimes he
can be like totally out of the loop.  For instance, he has
no clue about how he looks.  All of these girls are hitting
on him and even a few guys and he's like, oblivious.

He'll turn to me and say.  "What'd they mean by that?  Why
would they say that?"

"Uh, Alex, like maybe cause you've got shoulders like
fucking Tarzan and look like some sort of fucking Nordic
god?"  Not that I actually tell him that but he is clueless,
at least when it comes to things like his looks.  Somehow
he's gotten to be almost sixteen years old without really
understanding how good looking he is and the effect that he
has on other people.  They'd be after him even more if they
ever got a look at his dick but that territory is reserved
for me, at least now that my sister has given up.

I was over at their house one-day waiting for Alex and I
must have gotten a strange look on my face cause Mark, who
if Alex wasn't in the picture I would totally do, says to
me.

"What's the matter Tom?"

"Sir," for some reason Mark is the only person on the planet
that I call sir, "I was just wondering how he got to be that
way.  Why is he so calm, so happy?"

He seemed to think about it for a moment and then said.  "He
doesn't have anything to be nervous or unhappy about.  He
knows that we love him for one thing and for another he's
tough enough that he doesn't have to worry about the usual
high school bully crap."

Actually I think that that might have a lot to do with it.
Not that he's aware of it but all the usual high school
thugs are scared shitless of Alex.  It's not that he ever
did anything to them but with a body like that and the way
that he moves it's pretty obvious what he's capable of.

The thing that he's really capable at, that they don't know
anything about, is kissing.  Alex and I have become like
kissing addicts.  Strange, it seems like such a simple thing
and when you see it on tv or in the movies it doesn't seem
like that big of a deal but real kissing with another person
is like this fantastic intimate experience.  If we walk home
from school, it's only about a mile and half if you cut
through some yards, sometimes we'll cut through Miller's
Park Forest Preserve where we can kinda hide behind the
trees, and kiss.

It's not that we don't have sex because we do but it's
soooooo hard to find a way to be alone together and
sometimes the best we can do is kiss and talk on our cells.
But the thing is that when we actually are alone we kiss
even more.  Even if we're like sixty-nining we break away
every couple of seconds to kiss, like we somehow can't get
enough of each other and when Alex's tongue is in my mouth
it's like somehow we're really one.
Every day, every kiss, seems to bring us more closely
together.  Okay!  Maybe it was just infatuation at first but
now it's turned to love.  I see it in his eyes and he's
gotta see it in mine.  He's become my whole world.

                                David

Jamie, Emi and I clinked glasses, Martini glasses.  We were
in the bar of the Four Seasons hotel in New York so it
seemed appropriate.  The room was glittering with men in
dark suits and ladies with well coiffed hair and flashing
jewels.

I said.  "Somebody, Frank maybe, told me that this place
kept the Martini alive after everyone stopped drinking
them."  I smiled.  "My favorite cocktail so I guess that I
owe em."

Jamie laughed.  "I can take one but more than that and I
risk my senses."

Emi gave a shrug.  "I prefer wine."  He turned to Jamie and
flashed a dazzling smile.  "And how you Brits drink Scotch
whiskey is beyond me."  He leaned over and pulled a
portfolio up onto the table.  "Our three offers.  Shall we
flip a coin?"

I leaned forward.  "Well, the best offer from a strictly
financial point of view is from New York."  I twirled the
glass in my fingers.  "But in my opinion the British offer
is the best one overall.  We still get loads of cash and
more importantly with the bank stock that we'd be getting
our presence within the EU is solidified.  Most of our
customers are either living in the EU or used to live in the
EU or have second homes in the EU."

I leaned back in the chair and looked from Jamie to Emi.
"But it's up to you guys too.  We all have to agree."

They were both nodding yes.  "Then it's done.  Jamie, you'll
call the lawyers?"

He nodded.  "They're on alert."  He pulled out his cell
phone pressed a button and in a few moments spoke.  "Mr.
Bloodstone, we've decided to accept the British offer.  Yes,
if you would be so kind."  He held his hand over the phone.

"David, they'll need your signature will you be home
tomorrow or still here in New York?"

I looked at my watch.  "I should be home at about four
o'clock this morning eastern time."  While Jamie was talking
on the phone Emi leaned over.

"You're not making Mark pick you up at the airport at that
hour are you?"

I laughed.  "Emi, you're gonna think that I'm a monster but
yeah he is picking me up."  He gave me an appalled look.
"Oh lower your eyebrow!  He won't sleep anyway!  He'll be up
watching tv or reading and then he'll wake Alex up.  This
way he goes to bed a little earlier, he knows that he's
gonna be seeing me and then he gets up a bit earlier."

Jamie snapped his phone shut.  "Considering that it's two
o'clock in the morning there they were in remarkably good
humor."  At that moment I'm sure that all three of us were
thinking of the legal fees involved.

Having Jamie and Emi in the same city, at the same table is
a little like being at the exact spot where two stars
collide.  They're both so used to it that I doubt that they
even notice it anymore but out of the corner of my eye I
could see waiters and busboys hovering, just in case the
most charming guy on the planet or the best looking guy on
the planet, should need the slightest bit of help.  We were
getting lavish attention even given the standards of the
hotel.

Jamie looked over at me.  "Catching the red eye home?"

I smile at him.  "No....I splurged, private plane and limo
to the hotel.  It's not like I ever plan on returning to
this city.  It's too busy, too much."

Emi crossed his legs.  "I think that I prefer Madrid or
perhaps San Francisco."

I smiled at him.  "Not Milwaukee?"

"David, the German part of me says yes but the Spanish part
of me says no way."  He smiled and draped his hand over his
leg.  I thought that I saw a waiter swooning out of the
corner of my eye.

Turning to Jamie.  "We're thinking about buying a house in
London.  Could you keep an eye open?  Something close
in.....but there's no hurry.  But not something huge,
something maintainable, maybe a condo, maybe that'd be best.
I have to talk to Mark about it but even he has to travel to
Europe on business.  Maybe someplace where we could
entertain if we had to, Mark is always bringing business
contacts home for dinner and he represents a couple of
European companies."

Emi leaned forward and tapped my arm.  "David you need also
to be thinking about a university for Alex.  A year or two
at school in Europe, perhaps Switzerland, would be a very
good thing for him.  When he answered the phone the other
day his German was quiet good, and when I switched in mid-
sentence to French he didn't miss a beat, he seems to have a
talent for languages and he was quite charming."

I shrugged.  "You're right, of course but there are so many
complications.  I have to think about it.  He loves our
place in Italy but now that he has a boyfriend.....it
complicates things."

Emi moved his arm to straighten his cuff and the hotel staff
went on red alert.  "David...it will either make it or break
it.  Let him bring his friend along.  I can think of a dozen
people who would love to have him stay with them if you
think that would be better than his being on his own."  I
envied Emi, he lived in the whole world, there wasn't a
place on the planet that he wasn't at home in.

                                            Mark

The Milwaukee airport has a military side to it and I was
sitting in their control tower having a cup of coffee with
an old friend.  It was 3:30 in the morning and things were
very quiet.

Nick turned in his swivel chair and leaned over towards me.
"He's thirty minutes out, he's still at 38,000 feet but
he'll be headed down soon."

I knocked back the rest of my coffee.  "Thanks, Buddy.  I
better head over there."

"Say hi to David for me."

The private part of the airport is on the north side and I
parked the car and walked out into the cool night air.
After about ten minutes the Lear 31 flashed past at a
hundred feet over the fence separating the airport from the
highway and a thousand feet later it touched down with a
slight puff of smoke as the wheels touched the runway.

David looked disheveled.  His black hair was flying in all
directions and his white shirt looked like it had been slept
in.  He was carrying his jacket in one hand and a briefcase
and his tie in the other.  A whole set of worries could now
drop away.  He was home.

He held his arms out away from his body as I wrapped mine
around him and kissed him hard.

"You must be exhausted."  I was still holding the side of
his face in my right hand.

We turned and started walking to the car.  "I managed to
sleep a little on the plane."  He turned his head and kinda
grinned.  "But yeah I am."

"Well, it's almost 4:30, you wanna get breakfast" We got
into the car.

"Sure there's a Denny's just a couple of blocks away, let's
hit it."

The waitress took our orders and left us with a pot of
coffee.  The place was full of truck drivers and airline
people.

David took a sip and then said.  "No point in going to bed.
It's morning in London and the lawyers will be lawyering."

I set my coffee down close enough to his that our fingers
touched.  "So did you get what you wanted?"

"More.  Well, more than I figured originally and this way we
improve our position in Europe.  I asked Jamie to keep an
eye open for a condo for us in London."

"Good!  If he were to come up with something quickly I could
take a look at it next month.  I gotta go meet some guys."

"Alex behaving himself, relatively speaking?"

I laughed.  "Yeah, pretty much, although you couldn't pry
him and Tommy apart with a crowbar.  But they're not doing
anything in public, although they gotta be doing something
somewhere.  Strangely enough it is keeping him home.  They
wanna be together and the house is probably the safest
place.  He keeps asking about a car and we're going to have
to make a decision about that soon."

"I know."  David said.  "I've been thinking like maybe a
Honda.  That sound too dorky?"

"Sounds great!  He's gonna want the sporty one.  Do they
make a sporty one?"

David's lips set.  "He's gonna get the safe one!"  He waved
his hand.  "It doesn't really matter if it's a Honda.
That's just the first one that occurred to me.  Maybe I
could call Jason and Chris, they might know what brand would
be best.  I don't want him looking like a rich kid and yet I
don't want him looking totally dorky either."

David makes me smile.  He's always asking me what I'm
smiling about but the fact of the matter is that it's him.
It's like when you're walking along and all of sudden you
stumble on to this precious thing.  You don't really know
where it came from or who it belongs to, you only know
that's it's this perfect thing that you never dreamt that
you'd possess and yet here it is.

He still has no idea that I ask him questions about things
that mean nothing to me just so that I can hear his voice.
It's the rhythm of my life the cadence that my heart beats
to.

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

An hour later and my cock is buried deep in David's ass.
He's lying on his back and I'm kneeling between his legs,
his legs are draped over mine and he's working his ass
against my dick.  I've got it easy, with one hand I'm
rubbing his left leg and with the other I'm slowly stroking
his dick.  I'm watching his face as he forces my cock to
explore the insides of his butt, his eyes widen and then
almost close as his face grimaces just a bit and he pushes
his prostate against the head of my cock.  His hands are
touching the headboard of the bed to maintain his position
and to give him the leverage to fuck himself against my
cock.  He's whispering.

"Oh fuck!  Holy fucking shit!  Oh fuck yeah!"  His eyes are
closed and he's lost in the pleasure.

His pelvis is rotating as he tries to find the most
pleasurable spot, his eyes are closed and he's living in
another world, his private world of fantasy.  I decide that
it's time to take back control and bury my cock as deeply as
possible in his ass while I stretch my legs out and cover
his lips with my own. I cradle his head in both of my hands
as I bury my tongue deep into his mouth.

"Gonna fuck ya hard now, Babe.  I want you to cum for me.
Wanna see you shoot."

He looks up at me with a look almost bordering on panic and
then he closes his eyes and smiles.  I begin slowly, one
inch strokes but I quickly move on to full length strokes
and I can tell by the expression on his face that I'm going
deep enough.

He reaches up with both hands and grabs my upper arms.  I
kiss him and leave my mouth next to his.  I whisper.  "You
love it, don't you?  Feeling my cock in your ass, getting
your little butt plowed.  Shoot for me, Baby."  He reaches
down and gives his cock two hard jerks and then he shooting,
great arcs of semen that land on his chest and run off to
the side.  I slowly pull my cock out of him and then refocus
and shoot all over him.

My cock is lying next to his still leaking a bit of cum.  I
look down at him and he opens his eyes and laughs.  I laugh
too.  It's all, in a way, a colossal joke but it's a joke
that we both get and one that binds us together like the
millions of other small threads joining us.

The room reeks of sex and I lower myself forward until I'm
lying against his chest and we're glued together with our
own semen.  It doesn't matter, it's just noise, the real
melody is our love, never changing, a sure and certain thing
in a world of endless change.