Date: Tue, 18 Mar 2003 21:16:19 -0800 (PST)
From: William Becker <billdrae2002@yahoo.com>
Subject: Protecting David 14

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                         Protecting David 14

I knocked a couple of times and then opened the door to
Frank's office and stuck my head in.  Frank was sitting
behind his desk with a cigar in his mouth staring at the
ceiling.  He looked over at me.

"Come on in Marky."  It was Monday morning and three days
after our return from Washington.  As I walked toward the
desk Frank slid a piece of paper over to me.

I plopped down in the chair in front of his desk and picked
up the paper.  After reading for a minute I looked up at
Frank over the top of the paper.

"This mean what I think it means?"  Frank was smiling.

"That Marky, is military speak for, come and get the money."
Frank laid his unlit cigar down in an ashtray.  "Fax came in
early this morning.  I called Shetlan to confirm it."

I was blown away!  "How Frank?  This was supposed to take
months.  What about the opposition?"  Frank got a very smug
look on his face.

"Well Marky, I asked myself that very same question and then
this morning I asked Shetlan."  Frank got up and walked over
to a sideboard in his office and poured himself some coffee
and strangely, brought a cup for me.

I leaned forward in my chair and stared at Frank.
"Aaaaaaaaaaannd Shetlan said?"

Frank settled back down in his chair with his coffee.  "Well
to begin with there were really only three people stopping
us and they were headed by Senator Farington."  Frank waved
his hand around.  "You may remember him talking to David.
The guy with the all too perfect hair."

"God, don't tell me David swung him over!"

Frank laughed.  "No Marky, you did this all by yourself.
Well almost."

Whatever the hell had happened, Frank was enjoying this way
too much.  I sat back in the chair and swung my leg over the
arm.  "Frank, you're killin me here!  What the fuck
happened?"

Frank laughed and put one foot up on the edge of his desk.
"Emma happened!"  Frank was shaking his head.  "I told you
she was old money but I didn't tell you how much or how old.
Marky, there's a relatively small handful of really big,
really old money around, at least money that's concentrated
enough to make a difference.  Emma is one of those people."

"Frank, where the fuck do I come in?"

Frank took his foot off of the desk.  He was smiling but
there was a sadness at the back of his eyes.  "I should have
thought of it while we were there."  He was shaking his head
slowly.  "I think that you remind Emma of her son, the boy
who died.  It's all so long ago but I seem to remember
seeing a picture of him and I think that you resemble him.
Anyway, whatever her motivation, she went over to Farington
and made it clear that she, not Monty and not the party, but
she, wanted this to happen.  Well, in the end I doubt that
Farington was as opposed to this as he seemed and it put him
in the position of doing what he would end up doing anyway
and also of doing a favor for Emma.

Frank leaned back in his chair and waved his hand.  "You'll
still be needing to go back to Washington.  Shetlan has a
bunch of informal meetings set up, lunches, dinners, casual
stuff.

"The other thing Marky, is that Monty likes you and that can
be important.  Whether they realize it or not, the
politicians are only getting about sixty percent of what
Monty's capable of delivering but he lit up with you."  I
must have gotten a weird look on my face because Frank said.
"No Marky!  I don't mean that!  I mean that he likes helping
young people and he seemed to see something in you that he
liked."  Then, matter-of-factly.  "Monty's ex-military,
maybe it was that.  In any event, he's a good guy and a good
guy to know."

Frank started to laugh.  "Shit!  The first time that I met
Monty he was bailing me outta jail."  Frank was staring out
the window, looking at the skyline of the city and
remembering.  "I was just a really, really, young Marine
officer and was doing a little drinking in some joint in
Washington and I run into that little fucker Shetlan in the
same bar.  Well, at the time he was basically the same thing
that I was only with the Air Force and pretty soon we're
matching each other drink for drink.  Anyway, sometime
during the evening Shetlan and I get into an argument and he
calls me a son-of-a-bitch.  I told him, I said Jimmy don't
call me a son-of-a-bitch but he doesn't stop and one thing
leads to another and I end up decking the little fucker.  I
hit him so hard he slid fifteen feet after he hit the floor.
Then I'm thinking, shit maybe I killed him but the fucker
gets up knocks me on my ass.  Well, twenty minutes later,
we're sitting in a police station and the cop in charge
comes over and tells us that he's got only one cell and so
we're either gonna have to learn to get along or kill each
other."  Frank turns and faces me smiling.  So naturally we
ended up being best friends.

Anyway, Jimmy makes a call to the one guy he knows who's got
the money to bail us out and who also won't turn us in to
the MP's, and up shows Monty.  Well, after that we did most
of our drinking at Monty's place.  He and Emma did a lot of
entertaining in those days.  They were, still are, rich as
Croesus and they both liked a good time.  They had the house
then that they have now and on a weekend they'd probably
have twenty, thirty military guys over for food and eats and
that's not to even mention the women who tagged along."  He
swiveled back and forth in his desk chair.  "Those were good
days, mostly."

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


I love coming home from work.  I usually manage to get there
about five o'clock and Mrs. Meurer has finished fixing
dinner, sometimes she's still there and sometimes she's
already left but either way the house smells of her cooking.

Alex follows me into our bedroom and questions me nonstop
while I change into comfortable clothing.  It's really
amazing how many questions a four year old boy can come up
with, there's no detail of my existence that Alex doesn't
want to explore completely.  And, of course, it's not just
me, I know that he questions David in the same way.  The
difference being that David has no way of escaping this
onslaught, since he works at home.  Sometimes David actually
has a bit of a glazed look in his eyes from the nonstop
questioning.

Alex is wearing brown corduroy pants that have been turned
up at the cuff because they're a little bit too long for him
and a green tee shirt that's not tucked in but hangs over
the pants.  He's also wearing black and white gym shoes, the
design that used to be popular a long time ago and that's
now coming back into style.  He's got his hands shoved into
his pockets and he's looking up at me.  I've just stepped
into my jeans and I pull them up, zip them and button them.
I pull on an old but clean sweatshirt.

I sit down on the edge of our bed and pull Alex to me.  My
arms are wrapped around him and I kiss him on the forehead.
He leans against my leg like it's an architectural element.
His crystal clear blue eyes are watching me closely.  I
ruffle his hair.

"Whatcha do today bud?"

"Nothin Dad."  He rolled back and forth against my leg.
"Dad, remember how I didn't wanna go to daycare but then
when I went it turned out okay?  Cause now I like it."

Hmmmm, what was I being set up for?  "I sure do Alex.  You
thought it was gonna be terrible but it turned out great."

He laid his head on my leg and looked up at me sideways.
"Well Dad, if I have to go to preschool do you think that I
would like that too.  Cause I don't feel too good about
changing schools."  Alex laid his back against my leg and
propped his feet on my other leg.  "So are you sure Dad?"

"Yep Alex, I'm totally sure.  If there was ever a little boy
who was ready for preschool it's you."  I propped myself up
on the headboard of the bed and pulled Alex up onto my lap.
"You know kiddo, everybody has times in their life when they
don't think that they're ready to move on but they really
are.  I've felt that way lots of times but it always works
out and it will for you too."

Alex put his elbows on my chest and rested his chin in his
hands.  "Like in the Army Dad?  Did you feel that way then?"

"Lots of times then, Alex, lots of times.

Alex looked gleeful.  "Tell me about those times Dad.  What
did you do?  Did you have to fight and stuff?"

I groaned.  "No sweetheart.  No Army stories now.  That's
all you ever wanna hear about."

David appeared in the doorway with Joe at his side.  "What
are you guys up to?"

A little bit of black chest hair was visible above the top
button of David's shirt and as he walked to the bed his
shirt tightened for a moment over his nipples.  He sat down
on the bed next to us and put his arm up on my knees just
behind Alex's head.  He ruffled Alex's hair.  Yes, poor kid,
everyone does it.  Joe followed David and jumped up on the
bed and circled around to the other side of me and sniffed
at Alex just below his left ear.  Alex pushed Joe's head
gently away and Joe used the opportunity to lick thoroughly
between his Alex's fingers.

David touched Alex on his shoulder.  "Alex, I need you to go
wash up for dinner.  Nice clean hands and face, okay buddy?"

Alex clenched his knees to my waist and kinda jumped up and
down like he was riding a horse.  I just grunted.  "Okay
dad.  We gonna eat right away?"  He swung off of me, jumped
on the bed a few times and then jumped down.

As Alex was walking out of the room with Joe in tow, David
called to him.  "Fifteen minutes!"

When Alex left the room I pulled David down next to me and
then leaned over on top of him and shoved my tongue into his
mouth.  He wrapped his arms around my neck.  I reached down
and squeezed the hardon that I was hoping would be there.  I
stared into David's eyes.  "Hot man!"

I made a quick decision and pulled a protesting David off of
the bed and into the bathroom.  I closed and locked the
door.  David looked exasperated.  "Mark!   What?"

I was trying to open his belt and David was fighting to keep
it closed.  "Mark we don't have time."  He was mumbling into
my mouth because it was covering his.

"Yeah babe, we do!  I need to be in you!  Really bad!"  As I
pulled down his shorts his hardon sprang up.  I had my pants
open and my dick was in David's hand when I turned him
gently around.  I reached forward and got some hand lotion
and smeared it on his butt.

"Oh fuck Mark!  Okay but hurry!  Hurry!  I put the head of
my cock at David's asshole and let him push back against me.
I was kissing the back of his neck and rubbing my hands over
his chest.

When my cock popped in and I felt David's butt clamping down
on my cock I almost came.  I shook my head and defocused and
then began to slowly push all the way into him.  David was
beating off with one hand while the other hand was between
us to keep me from moving to hard or deep all at once.

I started to pull back until the head of my dick was just
barely in him and then started to fuck him slowly.  I
twisted David's nipples and murmured in his ear.  "Cum as
soon as you can babe.  Fuck your ass feels good!

"Fuck I'm gonna cum, Mark!"  David started shooting, a long
looping arc that hit the mirror.  I grapped his hips and
piledrived into him and then I was shooting.  I felt like my
heart stopped.  All that I could think of was the way that
my cock was pumping David full of my semen.

"Oh damn, David!"  We had so little time.  I pulled my cock
slowly out of his butt and was washing it in the sink while
David was cleaning the mirror.  I pulled up my shorts and
jeans together and buttoned them, then I reached down and
lifted David's underwear and gently lifted his cock and
balls into them.  He looked at me in the mirror.

"Feeling horny were you?"

I kissed him behind the ear and then grinned at him in the
mirror.  "Okay, you can feed me now."

David shook his head slowly and mumbled.  "Just an oversexed
little boy."

I held David tightly from behind and started kissing his
neck and then proceeded to give him a hickey while he
squirmed and twisted to get away.  "Maaaark!  Noooo!  Come
on baby!  Okay, okay!  I'lllllll feed you!"

I let David twist out of my grip but held on to his left
hand and he pulled me towards the kitchen where Alex was
already scooping out Joe's dog food into his dish.  David
hunkered down next to him.  "That's plenty Alex.  We don't
want Joe to get fat, it's not healthy for him."  Both Alex
and Joe turned to David with guilty looks, as if they had
been conspiring.

I reached down and scooped Alex up and lowered him down onto
his chair, while David was serving salads.  A fantastic
casoulet the Mrs. Meurer had made sat in the middle of the
table.

I glanced over at David.  "We got that contract.  Frank got
the fax this morning."  Then it occurred to me.  "You
probably already know that don't you?"

David waved his hand.  "That's great and no I didn't know.
Been on the phone all day with Europe.  Trying to put
together some financing for a small Swiss company."  He
rubbed his eyes.  "You wouldn't believe how fu.," he glanced
at Alex,  "how darn complicated things can get."

David seemed to shrug off his problems and sat forward.  "So
this means you won't have to do all that traveling?"

I was ladling out a helping of casoulet for Alex, breaking
through the breadcrumb crust to expose the beans, sausage,
duck and lamb.  It smelled heavenly.  "Well, still some but
not as much.  At least I don't think so.  Frank said there
would just be some casual meetings.  Course one thing can
lead to another."

"It would be great if you got to spend more time at home."
He pointed his fork at Alex who was inhaling the casoulet.
"He could use the time with you too."

Alex looked up and me and grinned mischievously.  "We could
plaaay, Dad!"

David smiled at me from behind a forkful of casoulet.  "We
could play more too."

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

When it became apparent that at least someone from the
company was going to be in Washington most of the time,
Frank leased the suite that David and I had occupied.  It
was well located and prestigious enough to feel okay about
entertaining.

 When I walked up to the main desk the man behind the
counter handed me an envelope.  "This came for you by
messenger, Mr. Chauvet."  The envelope was ivory colored and
addressed by hand, in ink, to Mr. Mark Chauvet.  I slit it
open with my pocket knife and removed a note on heavy paper
in the same color as the envelope.  It was a note from Emma
inviting me to come for coffee that afternoon.  She said
that she would send a car and that if I was unable to make
it I should call.

I took the elevator up to my floor and walking down the
hallway, I reread the note.  I wasn't sure why Mrs. Block
had taken a liking to me.  I knew of course that Frank could
be right and that it was a case of me reminding her of her
son.  I also knew that a situation like that held the
possibility of being incredibly awkward.

Frank had made it sound like the death of the eldest Block
boy had caused Emma to totally retreat from society for
years, and that could mean a lot of unfinished emotional
stuff.  I've had to tell a half dozen women that their
husbands or boyfriends or fianc‚'s had been killed.  It was
never good and usually horrible.  The most difficult part
for me was when the women wanted me to tell them of my
personal experiences and feelings.

Talking about the feelings that you experienced while
holding your friends when they're dying just isn't something
you want to remember, much less share with people.  David is
the only person on earth that I would feel relaxed enough
with to talk about that stuff and while David knows this
stuff happened, he has always walked carefully around the
subject.  I've had nightmares where I've woken up crying and
David was holding me but he never pushed to hear every
detail.  He'd usually just say.  "Battle stuff?"

I'd say.  "Yes."  And David would say.  "Wanna talk about
it?"  And when I shook my head no, he'd leave it at that.  I
can't say that I was afraid of the subject, just not
thrilled about it.  But we owed Emma big time and if she
needed this or anything else, well, it was the least we, or
rather I, could do.

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

Emma and I sat on a sofa facing the tall, second floor
windows that looked out over the back yard.  She sat near to
me and would, from time to time, touch my arm with her
fingertips as a means of punctuation, a large emerald cut
diamond ring was catching the late afternoon sun and
flashing it back.

"Mark, there's no shortage of people who'll tell you that
Emma Block in not playing with a full deck.  Never got over
her son's death, they'll say.  You know how she just
retreated from society in general, poor Monty."  Her gray
hair was carefully styled to set off her face and gold
earings flashed as she moved her head.

Her eyes were blue and while probably not as clear as they
had been when they were young, they were eyes that told the
truth.

"When my Jeff was killed I did do some of those things but
Mark, I'm not a quitter and the people who really know me
will confirm that.  But," she sighed, "when Jeff died...they
sent me a big report....a general drove it over.  General
Schmeck.....he was....very kind. He read it to me."  She
reached next to her and picked up a stack of papers.  "It's
very detailed and I don't even doubt that some of it's true.
There are interviews with the men who were with him, at
least those that made it back."  She stared out the window.
"I can't tell you how many times that I've read it."  She
waved her hand as if to wave away the report.  "It was a
long time ago."

"I have come to terms with Jeff's death, Mark.  I did a long
time ago.  The best shrinks that money can buy have massaged
my delicate sensibilities....but then I saw you at Monty's
party."  She turned to look at me and spoke almost in a
whisper.  "You have his eyes.  They were the most remarkable
eyes."  Then she smiled at me.  "Don't worry Mark, I'm not
gonna loose it."

She stood up and walked back and forth in the room twisting
her diamond ring with her right hand.  "The one thing
that's.....well haunted is probably too strong a word but I
suppose we can use it.  The thing that's haunted me....as a
mother, was the thought of my son's final moments."  She
waved her hand.  "The military doctors have all told me that
he wouldn't have felt anything," she sighed, "but I'm not an
idiot.  I know that they can't know!"  She stared at me,
perhaps a bit embarrassed.  "I know that you can't know
either, Mark" She dropped her hands and shook them.  Then
raised a hand to her forehead and laughed.  "It's all so
stupid!  I have no idea what I really want to know from you,
Mark.  It's just your eyes."

I got up slowly and walked over to Emma and gently took her
by the hand and led her back to the sofa.  I continued to
hold her hand as I spoke.  "Battle is a lot of different
things, Emma, all mostly bad.  Some guys die instantly, a
bullet hits em and they're dead before they realize that
it's even a possibility, some guys die horribly, torn apart,
the blood draining unstoppably."  I looked into Emma's eyes.
"I'm not gonna try and sanitize this for you Emma.  I don't
think you want that but if you do, stop me."

"No Mark.  I want to know the truth."

"Your son may have been in pain, maybe a lot of it but it
seems that usually the worse the wound, the less the pain.
The body is pretty good at giving us only what we can
handle."  I gently massaged the tops of her fingers with my
thumb.  "Emma, I'm gonna tell you what I'd want to be told
if Jeff had been my son."  She nodded almost imperceptibly.
"When men are in combat their relationship with one another
changes, no matter what their feelings for each other
before, it brings them together.  Nothing like terror to
bring people together, anyway the emotions can get
magnified."

"Emma, the thing to hang onto is that when Jeff died,
whether he was in pain or not, he was surrounded by guys who
cared about him deeply, guys who loved him.  And Emma, there
are worse ways to die.  Lingering in a nursing home with
relatives who've grown tired of visiting is one that comes
to mind and it's the fate of millions of people.  In
contrast, dying quickly in the arms of guys that regard you
as their brother, doesn't sound so bad."

I leaned back against the sofa.  "It always seems strange to
me to think that no matter how much we exercise, no matter
how good we eat, no matter how much money we've accumulated,
no one gets out of this alive."

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

Lake Michigan was black below us as the plane passed over it
and then banked gently to the right as we continued north to
Milwaukee.  The lady next to me had tried starting a
conversation with me several times but I just couldn't get
into it.  I was tired of sharing myself, of giving little
bits away.  Stupid, I know.

I leaned my head against the window and thought of Emma, of
the confusion on her face and then the dawning sense of
peace.  Later Monty had come home and after a few awkward
moments between them, we had actually had a very pleasant
dinner together.  Their son Jeff wasn't mentioned again.
The Block's had worn me out emotionally.  I wondered what it
would be like to live their lives, to have General's deliver
the governments condolences, to have President's take your
phone calls.

Now I was on my way home.  As the plane slowly lost altitude
houses and farms began to come into view.  Shopping malls
where, at this time of day, husbands and working mothers
would be stopping on their way home to pick up forgotten
items.  David would have already left for the airport, he's
fanatic about being early, and when you never drive over
thirty it takes awhile to get anywhere.

God, how I missed him!  This trip, in most ways, had been
easy and in some ways the hardest of all.  Strange, how with
all the people there are in the world, there was only one
who could make everything okay, who could touch me and make
me forget the rest.  I could see him at soon as I got off
the ramp, standing against the far wall, dressed in his ever
present khaki Dockers, a sport shirt, mostly blue, tucked
into them and a tan leather jacket.  I know that he combs
his hair, I see him do it but it never lasts and now again,
it's wandering in all directions.  He's oblivious to it.  He
turns to me while I'm still thirty feet away and he begins
to smile and takes his hands out of his pockets.  Can I
really see the green of those eyes from this far away?  I
would swear that I can.  Ten more feet.

"Where's Alex?"  I practically have to yell against the
sound of a hundred people deplaning.

"Mrs. Meurer's got him."

I didn't plan on doing it.  I never really thought about it
at all.  My hands just reached out and took David's face in
them.  I pushed him gently back against the wall, pressing
my lips to his and kissed him slowly and deeply.  He made a
throaty little sound.

"Don't ever leave me, David."  I can hear the desperation in
my own voice.  "No matter what....just don't ever leave me."
I kiss the side of his neck.  "I know that I can be a jerk
but I couldn't live without you."

There's a vague look of mild panic on his face.  "What?
What happened?"

I turn him sideways and crushed him to me.  "Nothin babe."
My hand is behind David's back and I've already begun moving
him towards the baggage pickup.  I just look at him as he's
staring at me.  "I just like ya is all."

David's walking forward but still staring at me.  "Oh no you
don't!  You're not getting away with that!  What the fuck
happened?"

I keep my arm around his shoulders and keep him moving
forward.  "You know David, you're really becoming a very
suspicious person.  Probably from hanging around Frank too
much."

He turned to face forward and continued walking.  "You were
right, weren't you?  It was Emma."  He glanced up at me.
"Right?"  I just nodded yes.

It was still almost light out, winter was beginning to fade,
there was hope again.  The airport was in the full flush of
its evenings activities with planes full of executives
landing hot and heavy, their passengers needing to get back
to their homes.  Every hand held a cell phone or a briefcase
and sometimes both and everyone was moving.

My right arm was still around David's shoulder.  I moved it
to the side of his neck and massaged the nape of his neck
with my thumb.  His hair is so soft.

"Your Swiss thing go okay?"  I wanted to bend my head over
and smell his hair, but I didn't.

"Yeah, finally Jamie flew over to Zurich and you know how he
can be.  I suppose that I'll have to go over there at least
once this year.  I haven't actually seen those guys for a
while.  Well, except for internet conferencing."

"You couldn't have them come here?"  Glancing at David
sideways I noticed his eyelashes, they're so black and this
time of the year his skin is so light, then he turned and
saw me looking and started to open his mouth but then
didn't.

A few steps later he said.  "Yeah, I suppose that I could
but it would be better if I went to them."

"How's our little monster?"

"He's been really good today."  David looked at me and
smiled.  "His playmate's coming home."

I leaned more of my weight onto his shoulder and tilted my
head towards his.  "Your playmate is coming home too."

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

Alex is in his bed with Joe curled into a ball at the foot
of it.  He's wearing his blue flannel pajamas with a small
red bear stitched onto them where a breast pocket might have
been.  David is lying on the bed next to him with his head
propped on his right hand and I'm kneeling on the floor with
my elbows on the bed on Alex's right side.  Alex has a firm
grip on both of us.

Alex looks from David to me.  "Did you look in the closet?

We both nod, yes.

"Under the bed?"

We both nod, yes.

Alex lifts his head and calls Joe.  Joe lifts his head and
then somewhat reluctantly gets up and walks to the head of
the bed and lies down next to Alex's head.

"I'm scared.  I heard a bear."  He looks at us both in turn.
"I'm sure it was a bear."  Joe licks the side of Alex's
forehead.

"Sweetheart, we're right down the hall and Joe is gonna be
right here."

David reaches out and touches Alex's hair.  "It's gonna be
okay, Alex.  There aren't any bears around here.  The bears
are all far, far, away and we're leaving the light on in
your bathroom."  Alex looks unconvinced.

"Alex, Joe has never let anything hurt you has he?"

Alex replies slowly, while stifling a yawn.  "No.  But what
if he's asleep and doesn't see the bear?"

I reach forward and give Alex a hug.  "You go to sleep
buddy.  Every things gonna be okay and we're right down the
hall if you get scared."

David leans forward and kisses Alex on his head.  "It'll be
okay Alex, sleep tight."

Out in the hallway I start to turn into our bedroom but
David grabs my right hand and pulls me to the family room.
"No way he's not gonna be up at least once.  Joey, at
daycare told him the neighborhood is lousy with bears.  I
could strangle him."

I lie down on the sofa and pull David down next to me.  His
back is to my chest and I shove my left knee between his
legs.  The television is on low on the other side of the
room.  I reach up to the top of the sofa and pull an afghan
down over us.

It's warm lying next to David under the throw and he feels
wonderful in my arms.  I put my mouth next to his ear.
"Grrrrrrrr, maybe there is a bear in the neighborhood."

David giggles.  "You're a top but not a bear.  Well, maybe a
bit of a bear.  A little wild anyway."  He pushes his butt
back against my crotch.  I kiss him just behind his ear and
then nuzzle the back of his head and pull my right arm
around his shoulder and chest.

I reach down and start to slowly rub David's cock through
his pants.  He reaches down and covers my hand with his.
"What about Alex?"

"Relax babe.  We're covered with the afghan and anyway,
there's no sign of him yet.  Maybe he just drifted off."

David ground his hardening cock into my hand.  "I wouldn't
count on it.  But if he doesn't show up we can check him
before we go to bed."

My right hand that's around David's neck wanders around
until it finds his nipple and I begin to very lightly
squeeze it.  He makes a little "ung" sound and reaches back
with his left hand and starts to massage my cock through my
pants.  My cock is totally hard and I whisper.  "Hang on a
second."  While I reach into my pants, free my cock from a
bad position and point it towards my chest.  I take David's
hand and put it back on my dick.  "I thought it was gonna
break in half but it's okay now, you can play."

David reached back with his left hand and rubbed my cock,
while with his right he pulled my right hand to his mouth
and kissed it.  "I missed you."  He turned his head slightly
to the right and buried his face in the crook of my arm.
"Not the same when you're gone."  He mumbled into my arm.

I reached over him and undid the buckle on his belt.  "Mark!
We've gotta be careful!"

"David, if he was gonna get up, he'd be up.  Besides, he
can't see anything."

David didn't answer but pushed back against my cock.  I slid
his zipper all the way down and then slid my hand into his
briefs and cupped his balls, his cock was already rock hard.
I nuzzled the back of his neck and nipped at it lightly with
my teeth.

"You smell so fucking good!"  I popped open one of the
buttons on his shirt and ran my fingers over his left
nipple.  He rolled his head on my arm and made a very quiet
David sound.

He reached back between us and unzipped my pants, freeing my
cock and gently stroking it.   I pushed his pants down and
positioned the head of my cock at his asshole and then took
a couple of fingers of spit and smeared them on his butt.

I whispered in his ear.  "That's not much lube.  Think you
can handle it?"

He reached back and held my cock steady.  "I'm sure gonna
fucking try."

For a while I thought that David was going to break my cock
in half but the head finally broke through and entered into
him.  I can't imagine how he stood the pain and even once my
cock had gotten in him and I could start thrusting it was a
matter of a quarter of an inch forward and an eighth of an
inch back.  The muscles in his legs kept tightening and
relaxing as he worked my cock into his ass.

"Oh fuck!  Oh damn Mark!"  I ran my left hand up under his
shirt and rubbed his chest while I nibbled on the side of
his neck.  His head rolled back on my shoulder and I kissed
the side of his face.

"You okay babe?"

"Harder Mark, you can go harder."

I ran my hands up under David's shirt gripping his shoulders
from the front and the back and continued to gently kiss his
shoulders and neck.  I then pulled David's shirt back off of
his shoulder and was licking, kissing and lightly biting
them, while he moaned and twisted his head back and forth,
my cock keeping up a steady pounding of his prostate.

I ran my fingers through David's hair, luxuriating in the
softness of it, the lushness.  Having sex with David is
physically pleasurable of course but it's the thought of
possessing him, however temporarily, however incompletely,
that draws me back, again and again.  When I'm in David I
have his full attention, the stock market doesn't exist,
he's not thinking about potential investors, the search for
potential risk capital is put on hold.  He's mine.

He's been making the David sound for the last few minutes
and his breath is coming in gasps.  "You getting there
babe?"  I whisper in his ear and then lick behind it.  He
answers with and "Unnngh".

I run my hands up and down his back and then reach in front
of him and lightly twist his nipples.  "I'm gonna cum in ya
babe!  Gonna fill that cute little butt of yours with cum."
I'm slamming into him now.

David suddenly realizes we're on the sofa and when he cums
he has nothing to catch it.  He tries to grab for the
Kleenex on the coffee table but I grab his cock and start
pumping it and cover the head with my other hand.  In a few
seconds David's unloading into my right hand and screaming
the David sound into the cushion.  As soon as his cum hit my
hand I started shooting into his butt.

Two sweating exhausted people lying on the sofa under a
throw.  I pulled his underwear and pants up while David
buttons his shirt.  I step over David and then taking his
hand pull him up off of the sofa.  We walk, or maybe
stagger, towards the bedroom.

Opening Alex's bedroom door a crack a wedge of light from
the hallway falls on his bed.  Joe looks up and almost seems
to smile as his tail beats on the pillow.  Alex is asleep
but has Joe's collar in his hand.  We close the door slowly
and walk hand in hand to our bedroom.