Date: Sun, 20 Jul 2003 18:25:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: William Becker <billdrae2002@yahoo.com>
Subject: Protecting David 17

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                    Protecting David 17


The morning sun was beginning to stream through the gauzy
drapes covering the windows of our hotel room as I cracked
open my right eye to see where the movement was coming from.
Alex was lying between David and I and was using his hands
as little airplanes, swooping and diving.  His mouth was
forming the sounds that the planes would make but no sound
was coming out of his mouth, I'm sure because he didn't want
to wake us.   Ever since we landed in England Alex had come
into our room and slept with us and I was beginning to
wonder why.  So far the only answer that I was able to come
up with was that maybe he thought we might want to leave him
in Europe.  Now that doesn't make sense to an adult but to a
four year old...maybe.

I reached over and lightly laid my hand on his stomach.
"Morning kiddo."

Alex rolled over towards me his light blue pajamas twisting
around his body.  "Morning Dad."  He whispered.

Is there anything more perfect than the clear blue eyes of a
little boy?

"Did they bring the coffee?"  The hotel put coffee in the
sitting room of our suite first thing in the morning.

Alex nodded yes and then reached out and touched my face.
"You got a beard, Dad.  You gonna shave?"

"Yep!  But I'm thinking that maybe I better get some coffee
first.  Is there anybody out there?"  I sleep naked and
didn't want to run into a chambermaid when I went to get the
coffee.

"Nope."  Alex giggled.  "You don't want em to see your
butt?"

I mimicked Alex.  "Nope!  You wouldn't want em to see your
little butt would ya?"

"You can't see my butt cause I wear pj's."

"I hate pajamas!"  Then I added quickly.  "But pj's are good
for little boys like you."  I knew that I had screwed up as
soon as the words left my mouth.

"I hate em too, Dad!  How come I gotta wear em?"

"Ahhh...." I reached over and shook David, which resulted in
a, "Huh?"

"David, Alex has got a question for you." I rolled quickly
outta bed and walked into the sitting room of the suite and
retrieved the tray of coffee as slowly as possible.

When I walked back into the bedroom carrying the tray David
was rolled over onto his stomach with the pillow pulled down
over his head while Alex was telling him all the reasons
that it wasn't necessary for him to wear pajamas.

David's deeply muffled voice came from underneath the
pillow.  "You GOTTA wear pajamas!"

I set my coffee down on the nightstand and scooped Alex up
in my arms.  "You know when you don't have to wear pajamas?"

Alex was twisting and trying to wrap his arms around my neck
so that I wouldn't drop him.  "When, Dad?"

"When you take a shower, which is what you're gonna do right
now."  Alex was screaming and laughing as I pulled off his
pajamas and walked into the shower carrying him.

After we showered I wrapped Alex up in a towel and put him
on little stool while I stood wrapped in a big white towel
shaving.

"Does that hurt, Dad?"

"Nope."

"I looks like it might hurt."

"I pulls a little but it doesn't hurt."  I looked down at
him.  "Wanna see what it feels like?"

His eyes got wide.  "Yeah!  Can I, Dad?"

I reached down and picked Alex up and sat him on the counter
next to where I was shaving.  I took a little shaving cream
and wiped in gently across his face.

"How does that feel?"

"Kinda slippery."  Alex was touching the shaving lather on
his face.

"Okay, now I'm not, I repeat, not, using the sharp side of
the razor and I don't want you to do it either cause you
might cut your throat and then you head would fall off."  I
used the back of the razor and stripped the lather from his
face.

When I was done Alex turned his head slowly and looked at
himself in the mirror.  He lifted his hand and touched the
spot where the lather had been.  "Oh....Dad, that is soooo
cool.  Can I do it?"

"No Alex, you're not old enough.  Little boys don't have the
hand eye coordination that you do when you're older."  I
pointed my finger at him for emphasis.  "I want you to
promise me that you won't try to do this by yourself.
Promise?"

"Yeah Dad, I promise.  Can I go show David?"

"Ahhhh....why don't we wait and tell David at breakfast."

"Tell me what?"  David was walking into the bathroom.  "Oh
my god he's gonna cut his head off!"

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

David was dressed in a light gray double-breasted suit with
a white shirt and a striped blue tie.  He looked like a
million bucks.  Alex and I looked like substantially less
but then we were going site seeing and David was going to a
meeting with his partners.  I was taking Alex to the V&A for
however long he held up which I was kinda figuring to be
like two hours.  Then I was thinking maybe a little lunch
and a trip to the London Eye, a huge ferris wheel and a
drive by of Buckingham Palace.  Jamie, in typical Jamie
style, had provided us with tickets to every conceivable
venue that might be of interest to a little boy.

David's security people had provided us with a car and
driver and, unless I missed my guess, a backup car with a
couple of guys in it.  As we crawled through the insane
London traffic Alex was scampering from one side of the back
seat to the other while I was trying to get his seat belt
back on him.  He pretty much seemed to regard me as
something that he could climb on to get a better view.  I
loved it, it is after all what a dad is suppose to do, hold
onto him so that he doesn't hurt himself, answer the same
question phrased seventy-five different ways, point out the
stuff that you don't want him to miss seeing, carry him
sleeping back to the car.  Being a dad.

We got back to the hotel around four o'clock and found David
sprawled in a chair in the sitting room, his suit coat
thrown across the back of the sofa.  He looked exhausted.

Alex, who had been sleeping for the time it took to make it
back to the hotel, ran over to David and climbed onto his
lap and for the next five minutes talked constantly while
David nodded his head and smiled.

When Alex finally paused for breath David said.  "So ya had
a good time?"

Alex was straddling David's lap and laid his head down on
his shoulder and said.  "It was great, Dad!"

I walked over and sat on the arm of the chair and David put
his arm on my hip.  I reached down and stroked Alex's blonde
hair.  "Think maybe you're ready for a little nap?"

Alex's eyes were almost closed but he still said, "No."

I looked at David and he slowly got up bringing Alex with
him and walked into Alex's room and laid him gently on the
bed.  We carefully removed his shoes but didn't even try to
take off his clothes but just pulled the blanket up over him
and moved quietly out of the room.

In the hallway I put my hands on David's shoulders and
pushed him gently against the wall as I lowered my head and
met him in a kiss that seemed to build and build.

When we broke I asked him.  "Everything go okay?"

"Yeah, we got a lot done, just tiring is all.  We gotta meet
em for dinner tonight.  Can you stand that?"

I kissed him again, feeling the softness of his lips and the
David smell of his hair.  "Sure.  Alex too or are we getting
a babysitter?"

"It's gonna be like a big formal affair with wife's and
clients.  Alex would go nuts."  He got a weird look on his
face and then said.  "I didn't tell you that Frank was
coming, did I."

"No, but that's great, when did he call?"

"While you guys were doing the town, he's brought Marcy too.
Seems they were gonna make the trip anyway cause Marcy's
sister has a house near Avignon and she's been after them to
come over."

I laughed.  "Well, that may be part of it but I'd be willing
to bet that Frank engineered the invitation so that he'd
have a reason to be in Europe when you'd be talking to
Zander."

David smiled.  "I didn't totally buy it either but he
actually might be a help if he stays out of it until the
right moment.  Oh well, it's in the hands of the gods."

David looked at me a little sheepishly.  "I ordered you a
tux."  I groaned and rolled my eyes and then took David by
the hand and pulled him into our bedroom.  I began kissing
the side of David's neck just below his ear while I was
pulling his tie off of him.   While I was unbuttoning his
shirt he turned my head and kissed me again, shoving his
tongue into my mouth.  I reached down and rubbed his hardon
through his pants while I was sucking on his tongue.  He
made a kind of whimpering sound.

I broke the kiss and softly said.  "How come you're so
horny?"

"Oh god, I don't fucking know but I've felt like a bitch in
heat all day."  He started to strip off his pants.  "You
don't get fucked so you don't know but it's like sometimes I
just think that I'll go crazy if I don't have your cock in
me."

David was unbuttoning my shirt.  I smiled because he was
working so feverishly.  I put my hand under his chin and
lifted his face and kissed him gently.  "That's how I like
to keep ya, needing my cock.  So you really need it bad,
huh?"  He had my pants down and his hand was in my underwear
grasping my cock.

He was pulling me with my pants down to the bed.  "God yes!"

"David, gimme a chance to get my pants off, I'm about to
break my freakin neck."  I sat on the edge of the bed and
pulled my pants and socks off.  I loved it when David got
like this, not that he wasn't pretty much always horny, but
these panic horny moments only struck once in a while.

David had crawled naked into the middle of the bed where he
was leaning back propped up on his elbows, his cock sticking
straight up.  I crawled slowly between his legs and then
wrapped him up in my arms trying to cover him as much as
possible with my body because it seemed to make him even
hornier.  My face was buried in his neck and I was nipping
it lightly with my teeth, my knees were wedged under David's
legs forcing them up, his arms were wrapped around my neck,
my cock was pressed hard against his.

I held his face firmly in my hands and kissed him again and
then stared for a moment into those emerald green eyes that
seemed as deep and complex as the universe one minute and
animal horny the next.

My cock was right at David's asshole, his face was next to
mine and his hands were on my shoulders.  "No lube Mark,
just spit."

I lifted my head and looked at him.  He said.  "I wanna feel
this."

I let a wad of spit hit the end of my cock and then began
slowly pressing it against David asshole until the muscle
slowly gave way and my cock popped in.  David dropped his
head back against the bed and made a low guttural David
sound.  "Oh god yes!"  He whispered.  "Like that baby!  All
the way, Mark!"  His head was in constant motion, whipping
back and forth and then lifting up and dropping back down.

I was pushing David's legs even higher as I pushed my cock
slowly and steadily into him.  It probably wasn't as fast as
he would have liked but I'm always afraid of hurting him,
especially in the beginning when I'm first starting to fuck
him.  Once my cock had bottomed out I felt free to be a
little more aggressive and began a series of long steady
strokes, pulling my cock almost all the way out and then
moving it quickly back all the way into him.  Once I was
sure he was handling that okay I began to slam into him on
the down stroke, tilting his body so that my cock head was
hitting his prostate squarely.

I pushed David's knees to his chest and then with my cock
totally buried in his ass slowly pushed him onto his side
and pulled his left leg out straight so that I was riding on
it and pushed his left knee up towards his chest.  It was a
position we'd used before and I knew that he felt a loss of
control with it and that feeling allowed him to let himself
go more completely.  He turned his head and glanced up at me
quickly and then seemed to sigh deeply and let his head drop
again to the bed.

My fucking was long and steady now, relentlessly pounding
his ass without giving him any control over the situation at
all.  I watched as my cock disappeared again and again into
his ass occasionally adjusting my position so that I was
sure to be hitting his prostate.

Then I stopped.  My cock was buried in his butt and he
looked frantically up at me while with the middle finger of
my left hand I scooped up some of the precum he was
producing, seemingly by the gallon, and then slowly began
working my finger into his ass next to my cock.

As soon as he felt what I was doing he was almost screaming
the David sound and started to cum hard, great shots of cum
shooting up under his leg and onto his stomach and chest his
whole body contorting with the effort.  While he was still
cumming I pulled my finger out and started pile driving into
him and then seconds later I was pumping my own load into
his ass.

Minutes later we were lying tangled together and both
covered with his cum, his breathing was just beginning to
return to normal.  "You never did that before."

"Did it hurt?"

"Noooo, well, hurt is the wrong word.  Well, you saw how I
came.  It felt," he laughed, "fucking awesome."

I smiled at him and then kissed his nose.  "You're becoming
my sex slave."

He touched my face with his fingertips.  "I was hoping that
would happen."

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

Frank was impeccably turned out and looked amazingly at home
in a tuxedo and Marcy looked amazing in a blue dress that
perfectly matched the sapphires in her sapphire and diamond
necklace. This was a side of Marcy that was seldom seen at
home, the confident attractive woman of wealth who felt as
at home in a Givenchy gown as she did working in her garden
in old clothes.  Actually Frank looked more at ease than I
had seen him in months.  He and Marcy made their way around
the room with Frank speaking French to the French and German
to the Germans

David disengaged himself from Frank and made his way back to
where I was standing and talking to Emi.

David moved in next to me and said.  "Frank looks great,
doesn't he?   What'd he loose, twenty pounds?"

"His German is excellent."  Emi said.  "That will help.  And
his wife's jewels....perfect.  The rest of the women are
envious but not to the point of disaster."  On the other
side of the room Jamie and his wife had joined up with Frank
and Marcy and were working the room together.

David looked perfectly serene.  I would have been a nervous
wreck.  "This turning out like you hoped, David?"

"Yeah, Mark, it is.  This is more of a "thanks for the
business" dinner than a "would you like to buy something"
dinner."  He flashed a smile at Emi.  "That right, Emi?"

"Yes," Emi flipped his hand back and forth and spoke in
German accented English with a hint of something else, "but
then we're always trying to sell them more.  Fortunately
we've made good money for them in a world where that hasn't
happened much, so it is a happy crowd."  Then as Frank,
Marcy and Jamie and his wife started to head our way.  "Mein
Gott, that necklace must have cost a half million marks.
I'll never hear the end of it.  You think a half million,
David?"

David smiled.  "More."

I reached forward and took Marcy's hand and then lightly
kissed her on the side of her face.  "You look gorgeous,
Marcy!"   Then I did the same to Jamie's wife Claire.  Jamie
was beaming at his wife.

I turned to Frank and smiled.  "You're being quite the
internationalist tonight, Frank."

Frank smiled.  "I'm in my element tonight, Marky, I like
Europeans, there's a lot we could learn from them.  Besides,
Marcy and I have spent a lot of time all over Europe.

"Actually, I think that my nature tends to be a bit more
European."  Frank didn't see it but Marcy gave him a
withering look.

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


A waiter came over to me while I was standing talking to
Jamie and told me that I had a telephone call.  I walked
with him to a small alcove where a phone was laid on its
side waiting.

"Yes?"

"Mr. Chauvet, this is Michael, with your security detail."
My chest tightened.

"Yeah, Michael, is there a problem?"

"Sir, it's Alex.  He woke up and was crying in his room and
of course we tried to comfort him but he's pretty stirred up
about something, although he's not very clear about what.
He's not really crying now but he's still upset.  The thing
is....well, I'm a father and if it was my kid.....I'd wanna
know.  Something is really upsetting him and we're not
really making it much better."

"Thanks Michael, I'll be right there."

I got a waiters attention and when he came over I asked him
to tell David that I had to run up to the suite for a
moment.  The thing is that I didn't want to ruin what was a
really important night for David and I knew that if he knew
everything he'd be with me in our room instead of with his
guests.

When I got to the suite Alex was sitting on the sofa with
Michael watching soccer on the television while Kevin stayed
at his post near the door.  I walked right over to Alex and
hunkered down in front of him.  He kept looking at the
television and his face was flushed from crying and although
he seemed to not want me to know he had been crying, from
time to time he would inhale deeply and shudder.

I reached out and rubbed his pajama-clad knee.  "How's it
goin buddy?"

Alex barely took his eyes off of the television.  "I had a
bad dream dad." I didn't know what the best way to handle
the situation was so I just did what I felt that I should.
I didn't say anything but I held out my arms to Alex.  Then
it was like he really saw me for the first time and
scampered over to me and put his arms around my neck and
laid his head against my shoulder, he was still shuddering
occasionally.

He wasn't crying but he was holding onto my neck for dear
life.  "I was really scared dad."  I picked him up and
wrapped my arms around him tightly and walked with him into
our bedroom.

"You look like you were cryin.  Were you crying, Alex?"  I
climbed with him in my arms onto the bed and laid back
against the headboard.

"Maybe just a little bit, Dad."

Alex was straddling my waist with my hands holding his arms.

"I maybe was crying a little bit dad, cause I was scared.  I
dreamed that these bad men captured me and took me away and
then when it was time to go home you and David couldn't find
me and you had to go home without me and it made me sad
cause I wouldn't get to see Joe anymore or Mrs. Meurer or my
friends at preschool."  Alex had been twisting his fingers
together and I reached out gently and closed my hand over
his and he stopped the twisting.  I'd been hit with bullets
that were less painful.

I pulled Alex down so that he was lying on my chest and my
right hand was lightly rubbing his back.  I looked up and
saw David in the doorway and he walked over quietly and sat
on the edge of the bed.

"Alex, David and I would never leave you here or anywhere
else.  Nothing would ever stop us from bringing you home
where you belong, home to Joe and Mrs. Meurer.  Do you
understand sweetheart?"  David was smoothing Alex's hair.

"But what if the bad men didn't tell you where I was and you
couldn't find me?"

David and I aren't gonna let any bad men get a hold of you,
Alex.  Ya know what Alex, maybe you should sleep in our bed
with David and I.  That way you'll be extra safe.  That be
okay?"

"The whole night?  Like I can fall asleep here too."

I stood up with Alex in my arms while David turned down the
covers on the bed.  I laid Alex down and pulled the blanket
up to his chin.  I glanced at David and took my jacket off
and tossed on the chair.  "David has to go back to the
dinner because they're his guests but I think that maybe
I'll lie down with you, you kinda wore me out earlier with
all that running around."  David looked totally torn between
what he wanted to do and what he had a responsibility to do.
I air kissed him and waved him away as I took off my jacket
and laid down with Alex.

"Wanna see what's on T.V.?"

Alex slept in our room for only that one night, after that
he went back to his own without any indication that it was a
problem.  But I did notice for the rest of our trip whenever
we were out walking around and exploring, Alex's little
fingers were wrapped tightly around mine.