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.”
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“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.”
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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.”
