Date: Mon, 22 Sep 2003 14:41:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: William Becker <billdrae2002@yahoo.com>
Subject: Protecting David Chapter 19

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                    Protecting David 19

Alex was gripping my right hand firmly in both of his as he
leaned over to look out the window.  It was seven floors to
the ground and Lake Michigan was visible a few blocks away.
We were standing in what was slowly becoming my office and
the offices for Chauvet & Associates.

"Oooohhhh wow!"  Alex leaned over to look out the window and
then pulled himself back and kinda burrowed into my legs.
He looked up at me.  "It's really far up, Dad!"

I bent down and scooped him up and then sat down on the huge
box that I assumed contained my new desk.  I pointed out the
window.

"Look Alex!  See way out on the lake?  Do you see that big
ship?"

Alex nodded vigorously and then in a moment of sudden
shyness buried his face in my shoulder as a couple of
electricians walked by.  We were pretty much surrounded by
construction workers of every type and the constant sound of
electric saws and nail guns.

"Maybe that ship came all the way from Rotterdam or Hamburg.
Remember, like where we were a few weeks ago?"

"Dad, are you gonna have a computer like David?"

I laughed.  "Sweetheart, nobodies got a computer like David
but it'll be something like that just not as.....complex."
While Alex and I were talking I was carrying him around what
was becoming my offices but at the moment was just a lot of
construction and furniture waiting for the construction to
be done.  From time to time a carpenter or electrician would
look up and nod at me.  Maybe they knew who I was but more
likely they just knew that I seemed to belong and after all,
what did they care.

Finally we made our way across the hall to where David's
offices were taking form.  In the distance there was a group
of men sorting through what seemed an impossible number of
wires.  David was talking to a man wearing a white shirt and
a tie with his suit coat slung over one shoulder who was
carrying two sets of rolled up plans, next to David was the
man who I remembered as being his main IT guy.  The bulk of
David's offices were used for cubicles about ten feet square
each.  There were three private offices and two conference
rooms

David spotted us and walked over while still talking to the
other guys.  He reached out and we did a midair transfer of
Alex.  Once he was settled in David's arms he took David's
face in his hands so that there was no risk of loosing his
attention.

"We saw ships, Dad!  Big ones!"  He twisted in David's arms
and pointed to the area that was becoming my office.  "Out
there, in the lake."  Then he yawned and laid his head on
David's shoulder and in seconds seemed to drift off.  Little
boy tired.

I was envious, I wanted to lay my head on David's chest and
take a nap too.  David in my arms did one of two things to
me, either made me incredibly horny or I became overwhelmed
with a feeling or serenity and fell almost immediately
asleep.  Standing next to him filled me with a desire to
hold him, for us to be one.

"How's everything going, David?"  He was gently rocky Alex
back and forth.

He rolled his eyes.  "Depends on how ya feel about network
cable.  We got lots!"  He shifted the now almost comatose
Alex to the other shoulder.

"Mark, why don't you let my guys put a system in for you
too?  Tech guys always need the extra money and they really
are the best.  With the stuff you're gonna be doing in
Washington for Monty and then the reps you're gonna have all
over the country you really need a good system."

"Do they have the time to do yours and mine?"  I knew that
they didn't but I also knew that David wanted to help and
that he'd make it happen.

He laid the side of his face against Alex's head while he
rocked him.  "Yeah sure.  I'll have Bob put together a
proposal.  Might as well start on it while everything is
torn up anyway."  David gestured with his elbow over to
where his office was almost finished.  "Joan and the IT guys
are gonna be moving in in the next day or two and hopefully
the rest of the guys next week.  Not that'll be done but you
gotta do it sometime and the construction guys who haven't
finished are just gonna have to work around em."

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I wonder how many times have I woken up staring at the back
of David's neck and his shoulder?  His butt is pressed back
against my cock and his back against my stomach.  He always
feels so small, so slight, and yet there is so much to him
and he so owns me.  Not that he ever acts like he owns me or
even thinks in those terms but that's the reality.  So much
of my life is a reaction to David, what he likes, what he
doesn't like, what I think he expects from me, these are the
driving forces for me, the things that get me off dead
center.

One part of me wants to yell.  "Wake up David!  Look at me!
Make love to me!  Kiss me!"  And another part of me
cherishes these few moments, these minutes before he wakes
up while I can still stare at and smell his beautiful black
hair and lightly touch and wonder at the ethereal quality of
his skin and feel his heart beating under my right hand.
After he wakes up he'll wanna take care of me, fix my
breakfast, see to it that I'm okay.  I wanna tell him.  "No
David, you sit!  Lemme get your breakfast, pour your
coffee."  But I won't say that because that's not what he
wants so I'll sit there and let him feed me and reach across
the table and brush my hair off of my forehead and make sure
that I'm wearing the right tie with the right shirt with the
right suit.  Whatever he wants, whatever will keep him
loving me.

I run my right hand lightly down his body until I can feel
the scar where he was stabbed.  It seems like a thousand
years ago and feels well healed; it's not something that I
wanna think about but it plays big in one of my recurring
nightmares.  My hand continues down to his ass.  Other than
golf, which David's crazy about, he never really seems to
exercise so this ass has gotta be a gift from the gods.  I
run my fingers lightly through the cleft of his hard butt
barely touching his asshole.  That caused movement and while
he's still not awake he pushes back against my cock.

The hair at the back of his head is brushing against my
mouth and I open my lips and allow some to enter my mouth.
It's nuts but I always wanna lick him.  I bury my face
deeply into his hair and breathe in the smell of him, it's
like some wild, exotic drug to me and my cock begins to
swell.

He moves his right hand and covers mine, squeezing it to his
chest.  I kiss the back of his neck and his shoulder and
then whisper in his ear his hair brushing the side of my
face.  "Smile if you like cock."

He laughed sleepily.  "I like your cock."  He voice is
throaty.

"That's the only one that you need to think about at all,
Babe."  David's head was lying on my left upper arm and I
moved my right arm up so that I completed encircled him and
pushed my right leg through his legs.

David reached back and took my hardon and lifting his right
leg a bit positioned it so that it was pressing up against
his balls.  He lowered his leg trapping my cock and then
pushed back against me causing me to grunt and say, "Oh
fuck!"

"That the cock you're talking about?"

"Mmmm, the very one."  I was slowly thrusting my cock
between his legs, just a few millimeters forward and back.

David seemed to shudder and he reached behind himself and
lifting his leg pulled my cock up and positioned it at his
asshole.  "I need this too bad to tease about it."  He put
his fingers to his mouth and then reached back and coated my
cock and his asshole with spit.  Then he reached back and
grabbed my hip guiding me forward.

The head of my cock popped through and I was moving slowly
into him, the feeling of his sphincter muscle as it gripped
my cock and slid down it would have been enough to make me
cum if I hadn't defocused.

I loved fucking David, it was exquisite but then so was just
lying on the sofa holding him in my arms and actually, while
sex for us was, in a way as necessary as breathing, it was
the other moments, the quiet alone moments when we'd be
lying on the sofa in each others arms, our lips just
millimeters apart, when something magical happened between
us and it was those moments when I could almost lose myself
and merge with David.

"Oh, fuck yes, Mark!"  David threw his head back against my
shoulder and slowly started to beat himself off.

Our constant worry when having sex, especially in the
morning, was Alex.  True, we had warning devices but his
bursting in on us was an ever-present thought and we were
always trying to hurry.

"Harder, Mark!  Fuck yes!"  He twisted his head back and
then shook it like he couldn't believe what was happening.

I pushed David over onto his stomach and then pulled him up
onto his hands and knees.  Without ever taking my cock out
of him I stood up so that I was squatting over him and our
only point of contact was my cock.  This position gives
whoever is doing the fucking tremendous leverage and you
have to be careful because if you loose control you can
really hurt someone but for fucking hard this position can't
be beat and it was a sure way to bring both of us to a
climax quickly.

With my first thrust in David threw his head back.  "Oh fuck
yes!  Oh yeah!"  I massaged his shoulders lightly.

"You okay, David?"

"Yeah, yeah, Babe.  Oh fuck that's good!  Keep doin it,
Mark."  David had balled the blankets up in his hands and
his back was rigid.  Slowly I increased my speed until I
slamming into him steadily my balls following a split second
behind my cock and slapping into his perineum.  I reached
under him and wrapped my right hand around his rock hard
cock.

"Holy shit, Mark!"  He for the first time began slamming his
ass back against my incoming cock and his entire body was
almost quivering.  "Fuck I'm gonna cum, Mark, I gonna fuckin
cum!"

I leaned over David's back as I jerked his cock and
whispered loudly in his ear.  "I'm cumming in your ass baby,
I shooting in you!"  David was shooting volley after volley
of cum up against his own chest and onto my hand and then
slowly he fell forward with my cock still inside of him,
both of us sweaty and exhausted.  Reflexively I continued to
thrust into David for a few moments more and then slowly
pulled my softening cock out of him and rolled to the side
leaving a trail of cum smearing across his butt and thigh.

We both laid there, relaxing and catching out breath and
then, after a minute David rolled over and rested his head
on my chest for a second but then twisted around and grabbed
a towel off of the night stand and wiped off my cock.

I reached down and pulled the blankets up over us.  "We've
got some time, no need to rush or anything."

David sat up and listened for a moment.  "They're not up
yet."  He laid his head back down, went into cuddle mode and
was playing with my chest hair.  "You're definitely goin to
Washington next week?"

"Got to, Sweetheart.  I haven't seen Monty in like forever
and he's gonna be really important with all this new stuff
going on.  Emma wants me to come to some dinner party she's
giving.  You know how I feel about those but it'll give me a
good chance to make some contacts and get to know people.
Having Monty or Emma introduce me to people is a huge
advantage."  I kissed his forehead and he turned his head
and kissed my chest.

"Well I thought you were gonna get Ted what's-his-name to
run that office?"

"Meeting him there, same day as the dinner party actually."

"Why's he so good?"

"Just a sharp guy and nice too.  Shetlan told me he was
available and he's got a lot of experience around Washington
and God knows that I can use that.  He's worked for the
Defense Department and a bunch of politicians too."

The first light above our door lit up indicating that Alex
had gotten out of bed.  David propped his head on his hand
and looked at me.  "The eye of Hurricane Alex is expected to
hit our bedroom momentarily."

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Alex came into the kitchen wearing just his pants and socks
and carrying his shirt and shoes.  He handed me his shirt
and twisted his face in frustration.  "Dad, will you help me
with this.  I can't get it on."

"Sweetheart, that's cause you got it half inside out.
Comere."  Alex stood between my knees and held his arms up.
I slid the shirt over them and kissed the top of his head.

Alex leaned his head against my leg.  "I don't wanna go to
preschool today, Dad."

I ruffled his hair.  "Yeah, like that's gonna happen."

Alex made an exaggerated "Ugggh!" sound and raised and then
dropped his arms in defeat.

He laid his forehead on my leg and then without moving it
twisted his body in a complete circle, a move that would put
the average adult in the hospital but that a four year old
can do with impunity.  I shuddered at what he just did and
then picked him up and sat him straddling my lap facing me.
I touched my forehead to his.

"Your probably gonna learn some really cool stuff today."

"Like what, Dad?"

"Ooooh like why little boys ask so many questions."  Alex
smiled and straddled my knee.

"It's cause we wanna know stuff, Dad."  He looked up at me
with a "gotcha" look.  "How come dad's don't wanna answer so
many questions?  Why is that, Dad?"  He had a grip on my
hand and was twisting my fingers.

I smiled at him.  "It's cause the answering part of our
brains gets tired."  I knew that I'd pay for this answer
eventually.

I picked him up and turned him around so that I could help
him with his shoes.  "Want me to give ya a hand with those
shoes.  Sometimes they get a little tricky."  He just nodded
vigorously and laid back against my chest.

David walked in from his office and he had a pencil held
behind his ear.  Alex had apparently never seen anyone do
that and he stared wide-eyed at David until finally David
realized that he was being watched intently.

David looked at us both.  "What?"

"Dad, you got a pencil in your head!"  Alex was pointing at
David's head.

David reached up and touched the pencil and then laughed and
hunkered down in front of Alex.  "I'm holding it behind my
ear so that I don't forget where I put it.  Wanna try it?"

Alex squirmed off of my lap and reached up and gently took
the pencil from behind David's ear.  "Lemme do it."

He ran for the mirror in the hall but twenty seconds later
he was back.  "It won't work, Dad!  It keeps falling!"
David took the pencil and carefully arranged it behind
Alex's ear.  Alex kinda tilted his head to one side like he
was trying to balance it and walked very carefully to the
hall.

I leaned forward and took David's face gently in my hands
and kissed him.  "I gotta go, Babe."

Alex came walking slowly back from the hall with a big grin
on his face.  "It works!  I could see it!"

I stood up and grabbed my suit coat.  "Hey, pencil boy!  You
walking to school today or am I driving you?"

Alex ignored my question but pulled on David's hand.  "Can I
take the pencil with me, Dad?"

David hunkered down next to Alex and hugged him.  "Sure but
for gods sake don't run with it.  It's really sharp."

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

"So whadya think, Marky?"  Frank had suddenly appeared
behind me as I was staring out of the window of my new
office.  The place was still overrun with tradesmen and now
David's IT guys.

Frank had his hands stuffed in his pockets and was standing
next to me looking out of the window.  "Scary, Frank, in a
way."

"Being on your own?  Yeah, it always is at first but there's
scarier things."  Neither one of us said anything for a
moment but both of us were thinking about combat, then Frank
said.  "Thought maybe I could talk ya into lunch."

"We might as well, my secretary if out buying office
supplies, my telephones don't work, I don't have computers
yet.....and, well, I'm hungry."

We turned at the same time and started walking toward the
elevators.  "Marcy really owns this whole freakin building?"

"The family has owned it practically since it was a
prairie."  He gave me a lopsided grin.  "She not quite as
nuts as the rest of her family though.  Well, not anymore at
least."  He shoved an unlit cigar into his mouth.  "As you
can imagine, Marky, I was a stabilizing influence."  I
rolled my eyes.

We sat at the table we usually sat at and the waiter set
Frank's usual double Scotch on the rocks in front of him and
a cup of coffee in front of me.  Frank took a long sip of
his drink and then looked at me.

"Kid, you're gonna be busier than shit for the next few
months.  I got eighteen guys coming in to see you to be
interviewed for rep jobs.  You got anybody in mind for an
office manager?"

"Actually, Frank, I figured on poaching someone from you."
I smiled at him and took a bite of breadstick.

"I got two people for ya, Marky.  First of all, Larry
Tangler for Sales Manager, the Germans are bringing in their
own guy so Larry's gonna be outta work and it makes me sick,
this guy is too good to lose and Diane Fowler for Office
Manager.  Same deal, the Germans are bringing in their own
guy."

"How soon can I get em?"

"I haven't talked to them about it yet.  I didn't wanna get
their hopes up but you know how office gossip is, they
probably already know that you're gonna be needing people."

The waiter put soup and sandwiches in front of both of us
and Frank was tasting his soup.  "The thing with Larry is he
really has international experience and the reps respect
him."  Frank took a bite of his sandwich and spoke through
it.  "I don't think you'll find better."

"Think it's okay if I call em when we get back?"

Frank looked up from his soup.  "Better than okay, right now
they're just kinda twisting in the wind.  This is the shit
part of management."

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Late September in Wisconsin means warm dry days and nights
that are just beginning to get cool.  Jackets and topcoats
are dragged out and sent to the cleaners, boots and gloves
are located and put in convenient spots along with ice
scrapers for your windshield.  We all know that it'll
probably be two months before we need most of this stuff but
we also know that it can happen much, much, sooner.

On a warm Saturday afternoon David and I cleaned the pool
and then covered it securely because even though the weather
was still good we knew that it wouldn't be used again until
spring.  We gathered up the gardening tools and cleaned,
sharpened and oiled them before putting them away for the
season.

I drove our lawnmower into the storage shed where David was
cleaning the gardening tools.  He was dressed in sweatpants
that clung to his butt and a sweatshirt with the sleeves
pulled up on his forearms.  I got off the tractor and walked
behind him and wrapped my arms around him.

His black hair was messed up as usual and when he turned his
head toward me his eyes caught the light from the small
window and flashed an intense emerald color.

I nuzzled my face into the crook of his neck and at the same
time shoved my hands down the front of his sweatpants.

"No underwear!  I like that."

"Mark, we can't do that, every neighbor is out on their lawn
cleaning up stuff."  He grabbed my arms and was trying to
pull my hands out of his sweatpants.

I kissed his neck.  "I don't care how hard they're working
I'm not sharing you."  Our storage shed was about ten by
fourteen with large swinging doors at one end and a small
side window that faced the house and the street beyond.
There was no way the neighbors could see anything unless
they just happened to be exactly lined up with the doors and
had the vision of an eagle.

I pulled my hands out of David's sweatpants and he visibly
relaxed but then I quickly knelt down behind him and yanked
his pants down to his ankles and buried my face in his ass.
He started to try and take off but it was soon obvious to
him that with his pants at his ankles and in my control that
he really couldn't go anywhere.  He tried to bent over to
pick them up but I used the opportunity to start rimming
him.

"Mark what if somebody sees?  What about Alex?"  He was
sounding totally freaked.

I pulled my face out of his butt for a second.  "Keep
watching out the window, David, so nobody can sneak up on
us."  This was a sleazy ploy on my part that appealed to
David's paranoia about getting caught having sex.  The thing
is that I know that this turns him totally on.

His ass was creamy white and well muscled and I pushed those
globes apart again and began to lick him slowly from the
perineum to the top of his butt hole and then began to
slowly circle it with my tongue.

Once his ass began to relax I stood up and released my cock,
which felt ready to explode.  I spit in my hand and wiped it
on David's ass and the head of my cock and then began to
slowly enter him.  His hands gripped the workbench and when
I paused with the head of my cock at his prostate he dropped
his head and said.  "Oh fuck!"

I grabbed his shoulders tightly with my hands and worked the
head of my dick back and forth over his prostate.  I reached
under him and lightly closed my hand over his cock and I
could feel the precum dripping steadily out of him.

I leaned over him while slowly pumping into him.  "Feel
good, Babe?"

"Harder, Mark."  I increased the pace.   "Oh yeah, like
that."

"I love fuckin you, Baby.  I love seein my cock goin in and
outta your butt."  I put the middle finger of my right hand
at his lips and he began to suck on it.

"Thata boy, just go with it.  Get into the feeling."  David
was beginning to make the David sound even though I'm not at
all sure that he was aware of it.  Inside his ass it was
incredibly hot and he seemed to grip my cock with thousands
of little muscles that massaged my dick and grasped it
pulling it into him.

"I'm gonna cum in your ass, Babe.  I'm gonna shoot a big
load of hot white cum up your butt."  David made a sound
somewhere between the David sound and a whimper and began
shooting against the workbench.  The pearly semen dripping
slowly down the steel posts.  I refocused and kept my word
and began to shoot into him while his asshole was beginning
to spasm around my cock milking it of cum.

We cleaned up with scraps of paper towels and bits of rags.
I sat down on the lawn tractor and pulled David onto my lap.
He looked like he was about to be mad at me for doing what
we just did but then he seemed to shrug it off and I pulled
his head to my chest.  I shoved my hands up under his
sweatshirt and wrapped them around his warm naked chest.

"Nobody saw us."  I kissed the end of his nose.

"Luck."

"You shot a huge load."

"I always do.  Genes."

"You looked like you had a good time."

He smiled at me and kissed me slowly and deeply.  Then
murmured.  "Your cock and my butt, gotta be a good time."

"You're happy then?"

"I love you, so yep."

"Me too you."