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
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.
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
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
“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
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
“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
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
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
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 fiancé’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
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
“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
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,
“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
“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
There’s a vague look of mild panic on his face. “What?
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
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
“Relax babe. We’re covered with the afghan and
anyway, there’s no sign of him yet. Maybe he just drifted
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
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
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
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.