Protecting David – Growing Up 3
I was sitting on the sofa in the family room with my feet
on the coffee table watching television. David was lying on
the sofa with his head on my left leg. Alex had been lying
on the floor watching tv but suddenly turned over and crawled
over to us on his hands and knees. He crossed his arms on my
“So okay………..are you gonna get me
a car when I turn sixteen? Cause I been thinking about the
one that I want.” He was wearing a bright blue checked
shirt that caused the brilliant blue of his eyes to become
I reached forward and ruffled his hair. “What ever happened
to working for the things you want?”
Alex looked at me like I had just arrived from Mars. “Dad,
I got like a gazillion dollars in my trust fund.” He
was talking about the trust fund that was started with the
money that his real father left him.
David swung his legs around and sat up. “You don’t
start getting any part of that until your twenty-four. You
really wanna wait that long for a car?”
“How come twenty-four? I’m responsible now.”
David said. “Well first of all that’s how the
trust was set up.” David neglected to say that he was
the one that set it up. “And even then you only get ten
percent to begin with. You don’t start getting serious
money until you’re in your thirties.” David leaned
forward until he was staring directly into Alex’s eyes
and spoke slowly and quietly. “Secondly, do you really
want to get into a discussion of responsible behavior.”
Alex ducked his head. “I said that I was sorry. Nobody
feels dumber about that than me.”
He put his chin on my knee and smiled up at us. “Think
how terrible you’d feel if I had an accident in some
cheapo car that was the only one that I could afford and went
flying through the windshield and then you’d have to
visit me and my broken body in the hospital knowing that all
the time things coulda been different if only you hadn’t
been so cheap.” Alex smiled and blinked his eyes in a
very successful effort at being cute. The boy definitely knew
how to be charming when he wanted to be.
David dropped his head back and stared at the ceiling. “Oh
God, what a load of crap!” He reached forward and grabbed
Alex’s hand. “Comere kiddo.” He pulled the
much larger Alex up onto the sofa so that he was sitting between
“Geez you’re getting big!” David laid his
arm on the back of the sofa behind Alex and his fingers were
resting on the back of my neck where they gently moved back
Alex lifted himself up and crossed his legs underneath himself. “Dad!
I’m like a grownup!”
David ignored that and said. “Okay, the thing is this.
I don’t totally disagree with you, actually we don’t
want you driving some piece of crap but I want you to work
for it.” Alex started to say something but David held
up his hand. “Aaaaannnnndd………..I want
you to work for me.” He removed his arm from the back
of the sofa and picked up Alex’s left hand and held it. “The
thing is that you’re going to eventually be dealing with
a lot of your own money. Now you’re either going to have
to know how to handle it yourself or you’re going to
have to pay someone else to do it. This way you might also
find that you like doing actual work and you might even develop
some sort of career.”
“So that means that I get a car?” Alex learned
early on that you need to nail down the details.
This seemed like a great time for an ambush and I rolled quickly
to my left and wrapped my arms around Alex and started tickling
him and he started screaming.
“No!!!! No!!!!! No!!!!!!! Dad!!!!!!! Stopppppppppp!!!!!” Alex
threw himself to his left over David’s lap while his
legs went straight out and rigid. He was clawing at the sofa
trying to get away from me and I went across David’s
lap after him.
“I give up!!!! I give up!!! Finally he was able to roll
off of the sofa and was sitting on the floor trying to catch
his breath. I couldn’t stop my momentum and ended up
on the floor too. I was sitting behind Alex and wrapped my
arms around him and rocked him back and forth. He was trying
to get away but I had his arms pinned to his sides.
“Well my little baby is gonna get his car. Well, at
least when you’re sixteen.” I kissed him on the
side of his neck while he twisted and turned in an effort to
get away. Alex, deep down, loved this and was just as likely
to jump me by surprise. The thing is he’s becoming ferociously
strong. I’m still quite a bit stronger but he’s
really getting there and once he stops growing up and starts
filling out a bit he’ll be really powerful guy.
David was looking at us like we were nuts.
Mark is soooo big. He’s thrown his right leg over mine
and is kissing me while his huge hands gently hold my face.
It’s like he wants to be completely in control of me,
like if he let’s me go I’ll run away.
Slowly he moves his other leg over mine while he continues
kissing my neck and chin and then sucking my tongue into his
mouth. His legs are pressing gently but firmly on the insides
of mine forcing them apart and up.
There is no time in my life when I feel more secure than this,
when Mark is making love to me and getting ready to fuck me.
His body is basically the same as it was eleven years ago,
massive shoulders and chest tapering to a narrow waist with
a rock hard butt and powerful legs. He’s hovering over
me now, nibbling at my neck and running his fingers through
my hair. The massive vee of his shoulders and chest above me
supported on his elbows and thick upper arms. We’ve been
through this a million times and in a few ways it’s become
predictable but in many other ways it’s just gotten better.
The fastest way for me to get a hardon is still to think about
him kissing me, to imagine him sucking on my tongue, gently
pulling it deeper into his mouth. To think about how when he’s
hovering over me like this his cock is very hard and is bouncing
slowly up and down, brushing against my cock or my stomach.
While he’s kissing me Mark reaches down and gently applies
lube to my butt. The lube is cold but then his fingers move
into me, stretching me and then I hear myself start to moan.
Geez he’s got big fingers! He looks down towards what
he’s doing and then back up at me and smiles.
“Feels good doesn’t it?” I nod yes.
“You like getting your little butt plowed don’t
ya?” I nod yes again.
“And you love me don’t ya?” I pull Mark’s
face to mine and kiss him slowly letting our lips linger together.
I smile at him and speak softly. “Okay, yeah I guess
His cock begins pressing against my asshole and I force my
muscles to relax and he slides in, an inch or so at first and
then after I relax for a moment another few inches and a moment
later the rest.
While he’s moving into me, for the first few moments
he studies my face for signs of pain. He’s a considerate
lover. It’s one of the many things that I love about
him. It’s not like I have very much experience with other
people but when Mark’s making love to me it’s all
about me. He’s gentle and protective and caring. When
we have sex I always get off first and only then he does. It’s
just something he does and he’s so consistent about it
that I sometimes forget how unusual that is.
The feeling of his cock inside of me is indescribable. It’s
thick and long and very hard and for a moment it’s like
we’ve been riveted together but it’s Mark’s
eyes that hold me because they never leave mine. I whisper
to him. “Fuck me! Shoot your load inside of me!” And
then I just held on.
Tommy, or rather, Tom, that’s what he wants me to call
him, started to laugh at the television just at the same time
he was starting to take a swig of Mountain Dew and ended up
spilling it all over himself and then he began to laugh at
that too. I turned to look at him and his laugh was so infectious
that I started to laugh with him. He’s so beautiful when
he laughs, the corners of his eyes crinkle and his teeth are
so incredibly white. Then he lifted up the bottom of his sweatshirt
to wipe his chin and for the first time I noticed that he had
a line of dark hair on his stomach that ran down into his pants.
How could I have missed that? Like practically every day we
have gym class or swimming practice together and geez I thought
that I had already memorized every square inch of his body
but somehow I missed that.
Tom and I were sitting on the floor leaning up against the
sofa in the rec room in the basement, we both had our shoes
off and I poked his left foot with my right.
“So you hear anything from Corine?”
He turned away from the tv and said. “Huh?”
“Corine? You went to the movies with her.” He
just got this really weird look on his face.
Tom drew his knees up and squeezed his hands between them.
With his hands between his knees he started rocking side to
side and yawning until he finally rolled totally to his left
and was lying with his head against my shoulder. God! Does
he not have a clue what this does to me?
I turned my head and looked into his eyes. Oh fuck! They were
so close. “Corine? The female type person that you used
to hang with?”
Tom ignored my question and sat up and turned his back to
me. “Scratch my back!”
“Come on, Alex! Scratch my back, it’s driving
me crazy.” He lifted up his sweatshirt and I was looking
at his naked back. Oh fuck!
Tom’s hair is very dark almost black and his skin is
darker than mine too, almost like he was Italian or something,
whereas my skin is really light although I do somehow tan pretty
easily. When he turned his back to me and lifted his shirt
I could see the top of his boxers sticking out above his pants.
They were bright blue.
I reached out and lightly touched his back with the tips of
my fingers. His skin was so warm and I wanted to wrap my arms
around him and kiss that beautiful skin. My cock was so hard
that I thought that it was going to break in half in my underwear.
“Harder, Alex! You really gotta dig in. Use both hands.” I
wanted to pull that naked back against my chest and to bury
my face in his neck.
I scratched his back hard and he threw his head back and groaned. “Ohhhhhh!
Somehow I turned back scratching into back rubbing. Honest
to God I didn’t plan it, it was just something my hands
did, by themselves. But anyway pretty soon they were rubbing
his shoulders up under his sweatshirt and kneading the muscles
in the back of his neck. My thumbs were digging into his soft
skin and hard muscle but Tommy had gone silent and pretty soon
it was beginning to seem weird.
He seemed to drop his head to his chest for a moment and then
it was like he had decided on something and he slowly turned
his body until we were face to face just an inch apart, his
breath was warm against my face his thigh pressed against mine.
He looked into my eyes and then down at my nose. When he spoke
his voice was soft and throaty. “Don’t hate me,
hate me………… but I fuckin gotta do this.” And
then he kissed me, so very gently at first and then my lips
seemed to take over from my dumbass brain and started kissing
him back. He slowly swung his right leg over mine and straddled
my thighs. I could feel his cock through his pants, it was
as hard as a rock and pressed against me.
“Alex! Alex!” Oh fuck it was David calling down
from upstairs. We both jumped like ten feet. “Alex, dinner
is ready. Tommy are you gonna eat with us?” Thank god
he couldn’t see us from there.
Tommy’s voice seemed to be about three octaves higher
than normal. “No, Sir! Thanks but my dad wants me to
come home for dinner.”
Frank had too many business involvements to completely retire.
He served on the boards of five companies that I knew of and
there were probably more.
I think that it was probably an effort to keep him from hanging
around the house driving her crazy that Marcy personally decorated
an office for him on the top floor of her building. Frank may
have quasi retired but he had the best view in the city.
He was standing at the window, his hands stuffed in his pockets,
looking out over the city towards the lake. He turned when
his secretary led me in.
“David! Geez it good to fuckin see ya. Good to fuckin
see anyone.” We shook hands and then stood together watching
“I take it that that means you’re bored.” Frank
turned his head and smiled at me.
“It’d have to be a hell of lot busier for me to
reach boredom, this is more like coma.” He waved me to
a chair. “So you gonna do it?”
I smiled back at his shit-eating grin. “There anything
you don’t hear?”
“Kid, when you spend a lifetime building up contacts
they oughta be worth something.” He paused long enough
to put an unlit cigar in his mouth. “A certain investment
banker asked me if I thought it would be a good move.”
“Well since they invited me to lunch I assume that you
told them yes.”
“I told them that I wasn’t at all sure that you’d
sell but that if you would they’d be nuts not to go for
“Well, Frank, the thing is that I might be interested
but not in selling everything. I’m thinking that Jamie
and Emi and I would like to keep the investment management
end of things. I like working with individuals and families,
it’s more relaxing, non of the nuttiness of underwriting
“That might drop the price quite a bit. The thing that
always impressed the shit outta of em is that you guys could
bring in all that big private money.”
I crossed my legs. “It’s not so much the money
anymore, Frank. Although I’m not gonna let anybody steal
it, after all it’s Jamie and Emi’s money too. I
just want the company to be more like it was in the beginning.
As it is now more and more of the decisions are getting made
with the primary concern being a quick buck for the company.” I
smiled broadly at him. “As you know I’m not necessarily
opposed to a quick buck every now and again but somehow it
seems unhealthy as a way of life.”
Frank spoke around the cigar in his mouth. “So you’re
gonna do it?”
“Well………I’m not opposed to lunch
but I’ve also got Jamie and Emi putting out feelers in
Europe. I don’t want anyone over there thinking that
this is a done deal. In a way our orientation has always been
a bit more European anyway. And I damn sure don’t want
to lose the core of people that Jamie has in his offices.”
Frank took the cigar out of his mouth for a moment. “So
if my investment banking friend calls again whadya want me
“Tell him that he won’t be the only bidder.”
It’s so fucking weird! It’s like everything has
this golden glow to it like sometimes things do when the sun
hits em just right. I feel like I’ve been drinking except
that I haven’t and I don’t but it seems like this
is what it would be like. And then there’s this stupid
ass grin that I can’t get off my face.
I’m sitting cross legged on one end of the sofa in the
family room and Mark is reading a newspaper at the other end.
Mark has been glancing at me from time to time and I know
that he knows that something happened although I’ll be
damned if I know how he knows it.
Mark dropped the top of the paper down and said. “Alex,
“I kissed Tommy!” WHERE THE FUCK DID THAT COME
FROM? Am I going nuts? WHY did I say that?
Mark lowered the paper a little further and looked at me. “Working
your way through the whole family?” Then, thank god,