Date: Sat, 3 May 2003 21:21:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: William Becker <billdrae2002@yahoo.com>
Subject: Protecting David 15

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                         Protecting David 15

Monty slowly lit his cigar and then carefully laid the
lighter back on the table.  He sat back on the sofa and
crossed one arm over his chest while holding the cigar in
the other hand.

"Mark, imagine a world without our troops in Europe, or
anywhere in Asia.  A state of affairs where we respond
directly from the US or Carrier Groups no matter what the
threat.  Also imagine a world where the EU is not
"necessarily" an ally."  Monty smiled.  "I'm not talking
enemy here, just not necessarily ally. Of course I'm
speaking more as a representative, although unofficial, of
the party rather than any individual and a great deal of
this is speculation."

"In such a world, should we decide to become involved in
conflict, a fast resolution is everything.  That means, not
one step but ten steps ahead of the nearest competition when
it comes to technology.  Our bombs will have to be more than
just smart, they'll have to be brilliant.  Your company
needs to be thinking of bombs that are partly rocket and
very maneuverable while dropping, able even to change
targets and in some cases select their own targets."

I sat forward with my elbows on my knees.  "Sounds like
you're talking about a dangerous world, Monty, a world of
failed alliances."

Monty smiled faintly at me.  "Perhaps, Mark, perhaps.  I
guess I tend to think of it as a period of transition but in
the beginning, yes, there will be failures.  Change is
always painful, at least to some."

"What about politics, Monty?  Will congress go along?"

Monty didn't answer at once but puffed for a bit on his
cigar.  "Eventually, Mark, eventually they'll come to see
it."

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

"Feel good?"  David asked, as he tightened his knees against
my waist and settled back down onto my cock, the muscles in
his butt grasping me tightly and driving me crazy.

My head was thrown back against the pillow and I was
fighting to stay defocused because what David was doing to
my cock was on the verge of dragging my orgasm out of me.  I
could barely answer him.  "Ooohhhh, David!  What the fuck
are you doin?"

The muscles in David's stomach and chest were flexing as he
slowly moved his ass up and down my dick.  I reached up and
pulled David's cock down and then let it slap back up
against his stomach.  He half laughed and half gasped.  "I
love the way that your cock feels inside of me."  David put
his arms behind him and bracing himself on my legs he began
to move his hips in a small circle that dragged my cock
slightly behind it.  The sensation was exquisite.

Just when I thought that I was about to cum David reached
behind himself and scooped up my balls wrapping his hand
around my scrotum just above my balls and slightly
stretching my balls downward.  "Uhhhhhhhhh.  No harder
David!"

"I didn't hurt ya did I?"

"No, no.  Actually it felt kinda good but I don't think I
could take it a whole lot harder."

David started sliding forward on my cock.  Essentially my
cock was almost parallel to my body and was sliding into
David's butt and right across his prostate.  He was totally
in control.  His head was thrown back and his mouth was
open, there was a light sheen of sweat covering his chest as
his hips thrust rhythmically.

God I love watching him!  I mean the feeling of my dick
moving in and out of his ass is incredible but watching his
face and seeing the pure physical pleasure he's getting, it
just blows me away.  He keeps moving his mouth with the
rhythm of the fuck, he has beautiful lips, perfectly formed
and when he bends forward and kisses me while I'm fucking
him it's like the best of all possible worlds.  His black
hair is damp and sticking to his forehead and I lick the
sweat if I think I can do it without it seeming to be too
weird.

I reach forward and carefully wrap my hand around his
impossibly hard cock and he gasps.  "Ohhhhh god!"  He begins
to slowly thrust into my hand.  I'm watching his face and I
know that he's reached that point where I can bring him off
any time that I want to and I need to now.  I begin to
refocus and feel my own orgasm building and I start slowly
stroking David's cock.  In second he's shooting and in
typical David fashion it's huge, long spiraling loops of cum
flying up into the air that eventually fall back onto my
chest .


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Normally the restaurant has a beautiful view of Lake
Michigan but today was cloudy and overcast and the thing
that normally made the place special was today almost a
liability.

I slid into the chair opposite Frank who, mysteriously, had
only a glass of water in his hands and was staring at a
salad.  I nodded toward the salad.  "You do know what that
is, Frank?"

Frank shoved a forkful of lettuce in his mouth but answered
anyway.  "Nobody likes a smartass Marky.  Marcy wants me to
loose weight.  You probably haven't noticed but I've put on
a few pounds."  He reached across the table and tapped my
menu with the tines of his fork.  "FYI, if you order a
cheeseburger I'll cut your fucking throat with this butter
knife."

I looked up at the waiter who had just arrived at our table.
"Gimme whatever he's having."  I could see the waiter
starting to smile as he turned to leave.

Frank looked up from his food.  "Didn't you used to have a
big box of candy in your office.  From the chemical company
guy, didn't he send us candy?  They always send us candy."

"That was at Christmas, Frank!  That shits long gone."  I
smiled at him.  "What were you doing, foraging?  Besides, I
put it in the break room for the secretaries.  I was lucky
to get outta there with my arm.  I swear you could throw a
whole cow in that room and by evening there'd only be
bones."

"I gotta loose this weight.  Marcy is really serious about
this."

"Did ya go to the nutritionist at the hospital?  That's
where I'd start.  And then exercise.  Come on Frank.  You
were in the Marines you know what it takes.  You just don't
wanna do it.  I do the same workout that I did when I was in
the service."  I smiled.   "But now Alex rides on my back.
It's really cool."

In an abrupt change of topic Frank said.  "You got Monty's
view of Utopia?"

"Yeah I did.  I've already talked to our engineers.  They've
got a lot of ideas but I'm thinking we could use more
talent."

Frank glanced up from his salad.  "I told David to keep an
eye out for the right acquisition.  You're thinking
controls, right?

I stared out the window at the gray.  "Yeah, that's where
we're light but maybe more.  I gotta think about it.   When
did you talk to David?"

"Relax.  I just talked to him an hour ago.  He's not holding
out on you."

"Frank, I don't care.  There's lots of stuff David can't
talk about.  I got used to it a long time ago."

Frank looked like he was suppressing a gag reflex as he took
another bite of salad.  "Well in this case it would be a
help if you guys did talk about this.  You know what we
need, probably better than I do and let's face it, David's
gonna work harder to make you happy than me."  Frank was
munching on a cracker.  "Marky, why don't you discuss what
Monty told you with David?"

I was flabbergasted!  "Frank, isn't that classified?"

Frank smiled.  "Fuck no.  Monty's a politician but an
unofficial one.  Now if Shetlan had told you it'd be
different but Monty's doesn't officially have the rank.
Mind you he could get Shetlan canned in a second but he
still doesn't have an official position."

I can't get over how much David and Frank are alike.  They
both are constantly playing three dimensional chess, every
thing is wheels within wheels.  "Frank, wouldn't it be
easier if you just called David and told him what you really
want rather than having me getting him to guess.  You know
and I know, that you've got some deep dark plan floating in
the back of your mind.  Why not just tell him."

Frank took a sip of his coffee.  "He likes the challenge
Marky, he likes the challenge."

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

I'm walking past Alex playing with Joe in the living room
and I reach down quickly and scoop him up in my arms.  He's
screaming and squealing and laughing all at the same time
while he twists and wiggles in my arms.

"Daaaaaaddddd!"  I've tilted him forward until he's pretty
much upside down and he's scared and thrilled and his hair
is all blond static electricity.  Joe comes over and licks
his head.  I guess just because he figures he can.  "Daadd,
what are you doin?"

"I just spotted a little boy and I thought that I might like
to capture him."

Alex giggles.  "What are ya gonna do with me now that you've
captured me?"

I lift him back up and then flop down on my back on the sofa
holding Alex safely to my chest.  "Well...I was thinking
that maybe I could take a nap with this little boy."

"Noooooo Dad!  I don't wanna take a nap.  Naps are dumb!"  I
kiss the top of his head but he really doesn't notice.  At
four you're not capable of understanding how important these
moments are to your dad.

I loosen my grip on Alex and he turns over and looks at me.
"We could play Army.  Would you wanna do that dad?"   His
eyes are glittering.

I touch his nose lightly with my fingertip.   "I got a
better idea sweetheart!  Why don't we take a nap?"

Mimicking me Alex reaches forward and touches my nose.  "Dad
you could take a nap with David.  He likes to take naps.
And I could watch television."

Alex is straddling my stomach and bouncing up and down, his
energy is boundless and he vibrates with little boy life.
"Okay, well how about this?  You lay down on my chest and
close your eyes for just a few minutes, you absolutely don't
have to go to sleep, and then we'll play Army."

"You sure Dad?"  He's totally suspicious.  "I don't have to
sleep?  And then, for suuuuuure, we'll play Army?"

"Yep. But you actually gotta close your eyes and rest,
otherwise it doesn't count."  Alex smiled at me and then
made a weird, scary, little boy face and then folded his
arms on my chest and laid his head on top of them.

"I'm only gonna close my eyes for a few minutes Dad.  Then
we're gonna" he yawns, "play Army, right?"  God, if he only
knew how important he was to me, how much holding him, being
sure that he's okay, means to me.  I dread the moment that I
know will come when he'll expect to be treated as an adult
because he'll be one.  He won't want to be held then, at
least not by his dad."

"That's right sweetheart, just a few minutes."  I rest my
hand ever so lightly on the back of his neck but he's
already asleep.

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"Pull!"  Two clay pigeons come flying out and Mike swings
toward one, shoots, then the other and fires again.  The
shotgun is a beautiful Italian over and under 12 gauge and
Mike looks like he should be pictured in an advertisement
for them.  Damn the man is good looking!  Both clay pigeons
explode over the embankment that runs down and touches Lake
Michigan.  We've been shooting for an hour.

I yell, "Pull!" and then swing my Winchester 12 gauge
semiautomatic around and pick off both of them.  "I got a
feeling that we're never gonna screw up bad enough for one
of us to win."

Mike cracks open his shotgun and pulls out the expended
shells.  He smiles.  "You're probably right.  Whadya say we
call it a day and walk over to the clubhouse and get a
beer?"

I'm already sliding my shotgun into its case.  "You gotta
deal!"

Mike breaks his gun down and arranges it in the case that
was obviously made for it.  "I've been trying to teach Ted
to shoot but it's a lost cause.  He's afraid of the
shotgun."

We turn and start walking to the clubhouse.  "It's not for
everyone, David hates guns too."  Then changing the subject.
"When are you guys finally gonna get to move into that
house?"

Mike groans.  "Fucking soon I hope!  Damn, this is the most
frustrating experience of my life.  Why the hell did we ever
decide to build?  Everything in our lives is in an uproar,
boxes everywhere.  Good thing that Ted and I are both pretty
easy going cause this would be the perfect time to go
ballistic."  He laughed.  "Actually the shooting helps.  I
feel better."

"Come on."  I wave him forward.  "The beer will help too."

Minutes later we're sitting at a table in the clubhouse bar
and Mike and I both stretch our legs out.  I look at him and
shake my head.  "How the fuck do you always look this good?
We're both about the same size and age but you always look
like you were dressed by somebody at GQ and I look like a
bag of bolts."

Mike makes a face at me and then laughs.  "Actually I've
always wondered if maybe you were straight."  He smiles and
then frowns.  "First of all, you look fine.  You're a great
looking guy and you dress well and comfortably."

"Yeah, well I know that I don't look like dog shit but I
never look as put together, as right as you do."

Mike looks uncomfortable with this turn in the conversation
and then finally leans forward and puts his elbows on the
table.  "I was trained for it."

I lift an eyebrow.  "Whatdya mean?"

He's pointing his finger at me.  "If you ever repeat this
I'm gonna be totally pissed at you!  But....I used to
model...clothes....when I was in high school and then some
in college."  Mike tilts his head to the side and says.
"Don't give me that fucking look!  I needed the money!"  He
lifts his hand and then drops it.  "Anyway, they taught me
about clothes."  He laughs.  "Then the Marine corps taught
me to forget about it but it never really leaves you."

An actual thought finally penetrates my thick skull.  "Being
good looking has been a pain in the ass, hasn't it?"

Mike looks up at me and his eyes widen a bit.  "Fucking
right!  Wait, that sounds wrong!  I mean.....it's a
gift....a freebie, and I don't have any right to complain."
He shifts in his chair.  "And I wouldn't, I never have..but
you're a friend."  He looks slightly surprised and gives me
a crooked smile.  "Actually, not counting Ted, you're my
best friend.  So, let's just say that it has it's down side.
Patients don't think that I can be a good doc because of the
way I look, all kinds of shit.  Even with guys, well, before
I met Ted, I never knew if they really liked me for who I am
or for my looks."  He smiles at me and then takes a gulp of
his beer.  "You prick!  You know that this makes me
uncomfortable"

I slouch a little lower in my chair and look at Mike over
the rim of my beer glass and smile.  My voice is low.  "So
this modeling, was this like on a runway with flashbulbs
popping?"

Mike grits his teeth and then drops his head and shakes it
slowly.  "God I'm a fucking idiot!  Why do I even talk to
you?"

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

David was washing a couple of dishes when I walked up behind
him and wrapped my arms around his waist and buried my nose
in his hair.  He kept washing the dishes but asked me.  "How
many stories did it take?"

I laughed.  "He fell asleep during the second one but it
took three for Joe."

This time David laughed.  "Joe really gets into the plot."

I bent my head and kissed the side of David's neck and felt
him shiver.  "Wanna watch a little television?"

David was drying his hands.  "What's on?"

I laughed.  "Beats the shit outta me.  I just wanna neck."

David turned and leaned against the counter, never letting
go of my hands.  "No sex?"

"Nope, not intimate enough."  I reached forward and put my
hand behind his neck and drew him gently to me.  "Sometimes
sex isn't enough, or maybe rather it's kinda a substitute.
Sometimes I just really need to hold you and we end up
fucking, which I love, but it's like sometimes it's not
really what I need but it's what we do instead.  That make
any sense?"

David's face was pressed to my chest.  He spoke softly.
"Yeah....it does."  He wrapped his arms tightly around my
waist.  "Sometimes when you're outta town....it's like I
think that I'll go nuts just from not having you holding
me."

I pulled David with me into the family room and then down
onto the sofa.  His head was lying on my right upper arm and
my left hand was resting on his stomach.  I was speaking
softly just a fraction of an inch from the side of his face.
"Alex says that he's ready for preschool."

"Yeah, he told me too.  Good thing.  I just mailed the
check."

David turned his head slightly to the left and we kissed.
It wasn't a hard kiss or a deep French kiss with dueling
tongues but rather a light dry kiss that somehow seemed so
much more important.  David swallowed and flashed those eyes
at me, now a deep, deep emerald green.  He started to speak,
stopped and then started again.  "He's.....he's a good boy."

The fingers of my left hand were buried in his hair and I
turned his face toward me and kissed him lightly again.
"Yeah.....we're lucky."  Then moments later.  "You've done a
great job with him."  David made quiet little sound in the
back of his throat.

I laid my cheek next to his and then moved my mouth, slowly
kissing the side of his face and then his eyes.  My cock was
so hard it ached but it really wasn't important, not now
anyway, maybe later but not now.  Right now, I was
overwhelmed by David, by the connection with him that I was
feeling.   A connection that was more intimate, more
complex, than sex.  In a way, moments like this were the
only times that I really felt like a total, complete, human
being, not missing some nebulous, other half of me.

"Me?  He worships you."  He said quietly.  David twisted his
head further and buried his face in my neck.

I put my hand lightly on the back of his head.  "No baby,
you're the one who's always here for him.  I just seem to
fly in from time to time and tuck him in and read him a
story while he's falling asleep."

David reached up and ran his fingers lightly over my face,
our lips were still only a fraction of an inch apart.  He
looks, in his eyes, like he wants to speak but I know what
he wants to say and he knows what I'll say back so I just
kiss him, slowly, gently and then harder and more deeply.

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The thump, thump, thump of the rotor blades is like pounding
into my body, that and the smell of exhaust from the
turbines.  It's forty feet or so to the ground and I swing
out into space and start lowering myself hand over hand to
the street below and that's when I see them.  Hundreds, no
thousand of people pouring out of every side street and
alley moving towards me like a river and then they're right
under the helicopter and they're all pointing up at me and
screaming, some have guns and some have knives but the
scariest part is their teeth.  They all have long sharp
animal teeth that protrude out over their lips and now
they're beginning to climb up the rope that I'm trying to
climb down.  I've never been so scared and I pull out my
Beretta 92 and begin firing down into the crowd below the
copter and I can see the bullets hit and the blood splatter
but it doesn't stop them from climbing the rope even while
the blood is spurting from their bodies and then I look
above and still more of them are beginning to pile outtta
the copter and they're starting to climb down the rope and
pretty soon I'm outta bullets and I pull out my knife and
start slashing at them but nothing stops them.

"Mark!  Mark!"  David is shaking me and I wake up in full
panic from the dream.

I can feel the sweat on my face and pretty soon David
reaches over and grabs a handful of tissues from the
nightstand and starts wiping my face.  I know that I'm
shaking inside but have no idea how I look on the outside.

"Oh fuck man!  Oh fuck that was bad."

David is sitting up against the headboard and he pulls my
face over onto his lap.  I shove my left hand behind his
back and wrap my right arm around him from the other side
and hang on for dear life.

"Battle?"  David asks.

"Yeah, kinda.  Horrible, horrible."  David is gently
stroking my hair and as usual when this happens he's saying
as little as possible.

Then David says.  "Mark, Mark you still awake?"

And I kinda still am.  "Mmmm, yeah."  My tongue feels thick.

"Mark, when you had lunch with Frank?  Mark, you awake?"

"Yeah...yeah babe."

"Frank actually used the word Utopia?  That wasn't a word
you came up with?  He actually said that word?"

He felt so good.  My anchor.  "Yeah babe, Utopia."

He started to stroke my hair again.  "Go to sleep baby, go
to sleep."