Protecting David 4

 

My plane was just landing, literally just touching down on the tarmac, the time was 9:13 PM and I was one tired guy. I had been gone for one week. I had meetings in St. Louis, Omaha, Denver, Phoenix, Reno, Little Rock, Houston and Albuquerque. Not only was I tired but I was, well I guess dazed would be the word. If you travel a lot you’ll understand.

When I stepped into the terminal there was David, dressed in tan shorts and a red polo shirt and looking happy as a puppy. I knew we would get stares but I didn’t give a fuck I wrapped him in my arms and buried my face in his neck. God he felt good! How the hell did he manage to look this good at this time of night, well I guess it wasn’t all that late, I was just tired. When we got in the car I shoved my tongue down his throat. The miracle was that I could live one day without him next to me. God how I missed him! When I think of those nights in hotel rooms in a bed by myself with only the TV for company.

In the car David pulled my head to his chest and I could have cryed with the joy of it. On the way home in the car David went on about the house, our dog Joe, his job and all kinds of other things. I wasn’t really listening, not to the actual words anyway, I was basking in the sound of his voice. Every second with him made me feel better, more human, well, I guess, loved. As we pulled into our driveway I could see Joe, our dog, dancing on his front paws in the dining room window.

As we walked in from the garage David said. “You trust me?”

“Why what happened?”

David kissed me. “You’re so suspicious.”

“Everythings okay?”

“Yep. It has nothing to do with bad stuff.” He put his hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes. “I know you’re tired and that you think you want to go to bed but I want you to trust me.”

David was slowly undressing me, my suit coat, my tie, my shirt. He bent to take off my shoes and socks.

“Sweetheart I don’t think I have the strength to fuck.”

“You know you really do have a suspicious mind!”

He lifted my tee shirt off over my head and then slipped my briefs down and off. He didn’t touch my dick. When he was done he took off his polo shirt and dropped his shorts. He wasn’t wearing underwear.

David took my hand and led me through the house and out onto the patio. The pool was lit and glistening like a sapphire. David walked to the edge of the pool. He turned and dove in, barely making a wave and showing off his pretty butt. He’s so graceful, he swam underwater to the other side of the pool where he surfaced and looked to me.

“Come on!” Then. “Trust me.”

I dove in in the general direction of David. It felt fantastic, the water was the perfect temperature, the night was warm and full of stars and I was moving toward David. You’d think that I’d get used to his being right.

I surface within feet of David. “Wow, that does feel good!”

“Told ya.” David walked over to me and wrapped his arm around my neck. “What the fuck would you do without me?”

I took his face in my hands and kissed him gently at first and then shoved my tongue into his mouth more aggressively. Our bodies were silky from the water and David was gently rubbing his body against mine.

“Okay! Well the idea here is that you actually swim.” He kissed me lightly. “Follow me to the end of the pool.” David dove under water toward the end of the pool.

We swam and played in the water for a while and then David pulled me out and got me to lay on my stomach on a padded mat that was by the side of the pool.

Beginning with my feet he gave me a surprisingly good massage, really digging in and working the muscles. He ended with my shoulders and then told me to turn over and of course I had a hardon. David looked at it and then lightly wrapped his hand around it and stroked it for a while.

Pulling my hardon into a vertical position David then lowered himself down onto it.

“Ahhhh, oh fuck that feels good!” David’s head was thrown back.

After riding my cock for a minute or so David leaned down and kissed me. Then he kind of studied my eyes.

“Hey, none of that. You’re defocusing so that you don’t cum.”

“Whadya mean?”

“I know all about your defocusing technique, when you don’t want to cum, and generally I’m the main beneficiary of it. But tonight isn’t about a nice long fuck for David. Tonight is about Mark getting off in a reasonable amount of time so that he can sleep.”

All this time David was riding slowly up and down my cock, and he was right I was trying to make it last for him. “Okay, you win, but you cum first babe. When you’ve cum I’ll shoot” David picked up his tempo and within thirty seconds he was letting loose with an almost unbelievable load of cum spraying onto my chest.

I had speeded up my thrusting and started concentrating on David’s butt. I shot almost as soon as I did that.

“Oh fuck David!” Every muscle in my body was tensed and now relaxing.

“David where the fuck did that load come from?” My body was sinking down onto the mat.

“Been saving it.” His eyes danced in the light from the pool.

“Come here you little fucker.” I pulled David down onto my chest. I ran my fingers through his gorgeous black hair and kissed his forehead. “Have I told you lately how much I love you?”

“Yep, like five emails a day.” David was laying with the side of his head against my chest.

“Hmmm. Well have I told you lately that you’re like the most important thing in my world?”

“Umm. I think you may have mentioned it in the last email.”

“Hmmm. Well have I told you that the last week has been hell because I’ve been waking up without you in my arms?”

“That may be new.” David’s voice was getting sleepy.

I turned my head and looked at Joe who was laying about six feet away watching us. “Joe, you ready for bed?” Joe came trotting over and started licking David’s face.

“Uhgg dog lips!” David wrestled with the puppy but Joe’s heart wasn’t in it and he just kinda rolled over onto David.

“Okay you guys, time for bed.” David and Joe and then I got up and headed into the house.

While we were walking I reached over and took David’s hand and pulled him to me. “Thanks for tonight.” My right arm was around David’s neck and I kissed him.

“Not a big deal. We already had the pool.” The whole evening had been so typically David, thoughtful, caring. What did I ever do to deserve this man? I didn’t deserve him, I truly didn’t.

When I slid under the sheets, cool and crisp, I laid on my left side and held up the sheet for David who slid in with his back and butt pressed against me. A few seconds later I felt Joe climb onto the bed and take up his post at David’s feet. I wrapped my arms around David and was almost instantly asleep.

Morning found David still in my arms and playing with my dick.

“Find something you like there?”

“Sure did.” David was rubbing my cock up and down the crack of his butt and the intensity of the way he was doing it told me he was big time horny.

I took some spit and lubed him. His head was turned and he was watching me.

“This enough or do you want lube?”

“No, no lube, that’s good.”

I put the head of my dick against David’s asshole and pressed just slightly and looked at him. His head was back against my chest and his right hand was on my hip.

“Hmm, that’s good. Go for it.”

I started taking little bites of David’s shoulder and started to slowly enter him.

“Oh yeah Mark! Keep goin man.”

Once my dick was about halfway in I started a very slow fucking motion using very short strokes, almost imperceptible, but each stroke took me a tiny bit deeper.

“Oh god baby, fuck that feels good! Ahhhhhh! Yeah Mark, like that, go babe.”

I was all the way in, my balls were laying next to David’s. I slowly started pushing him over onto his stomach and once there pulled his butt up to me. I never removed my cock from his ass. I pushed his legs further apart and started moving my hands over his back, sometimes scraping with my nails and sometimes massaging with my palms. My thrusting was getting harder and deeper and there was a light sheen of sweat on David’s back.

“Ahhh, oh fuck, fuckin yes! God that feels, ahhhh, fucking good Mark!” David’s head was laying on the mattress.

“You nearly there babe?”

“Whenever you’re fuckin ready. Oh! Oh man finish me man!”

I climbed on top of David so that my ass was above his and my knees were astride his ass. This meant the only contact that my body had with David was through my cock and my hands on his shoulders, so that all the energy that I put behind a thrust was totally transmitted to David. It’s a very intense way to fuck and I reserve it for the end and after about thirty seconds of this pounding that’s where we were. I started focusing again and was shooting into David’s ass in seconds.

“Oh fuck David, I’m filling your fucking ass with cum!”

“Oh shit Mark I can feel it, I can fuckin feel you shooting. Oh fuck I’m cumming! Oh fuck!

I collapsed on David’s back and pulled him over onto his side with me still pressed against his back. I allowed my dick to slip very very slowly out of David’s ass.

I kissed the back of his neck and ran my hand down his arm. “Love you.”

“Me too you.” David rolled in my arms until he was facing me. He kissed me. “Let’s just lay here and dream about not going to work today.”

I looked into his emerald green eyes and kissed his nose. “Fraid it’s only a dream hun.”

“Yeah, I know.” He stretched. “Joe is getting so jaded I don’t think he even watches anymore.”

“Probably thinks we’re doing it wrong.”

“How could we be doing it wrong? We did it doggy style.” We both laughed. Joe was not amused.

I got out of bed and grabbed David’s hand and pulled him up. I slapped his butt. “I’ll start the coffee and you start the shower.”

“God I hope my next trick doesn’t ask were that hand mark came from.”

I grabbed for him but he danced out of the way. “Okay, okay, I’m going.”

Later in the shower I was scrubbing David’s back. “Oh by the way I think Frank wants us to give a bar-b-que. He’s been kind of hinting.”

“He wants to bring his son over to show him that gay guys aren’t freaks.”

“How the fuck do you know all this shit?” I handed him the soap and turned around so that he could do my back.

“Frank told me. He called me about some insurance shit. By the way, if they offer you a choice between a cash bonus and stock options take the stock. I know the market sucks but this is a special situation.”

“Do I want to know how you know all that?”

David turned and wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed me. “Probably better if you don’t.”

“Well, he’s not telling you stuff he shouldn’t be telling you, is he?”

“You mean the option stuff? He didn’t tell me that. Frank is smarter than that.”

“Well then…..no forget it I don’t wanna know.

The sun was streaming into the shower that was tiled in white tile and David’s black hair and green eyes stood out in sharp contrast. The water was running through his hair and down his face. A day apart from him, I forced the thought from my mind.

“Mark, are you okay?”

I kissed his nose. “Email me today? I miss it if you don’t.”

He layed his head on my chest and I wrapped my arms around him. “Count on it.”

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“ Frank, David said you wanted your son to meet us?” Frank and I were sitting at a table in my office going over field reports.

“Oh yeah Marky” Frank looked a little embarrassed. “I probably should have talked to you first but you’ve been outta town for a while.” Frank still called me Marky when we were alone.

“You think a bar-b-que would be the least threatening setting?”

“Probably. You know I hate to fucking draw you guys into this but I’ve got to figure out a way to penetrate Michael’s thick skull. Logic doesn’t seem to work.”

“How’s Chris doing?”

“He’s great. Actually I think he may have a boyfriend. Well, he hasn’t actually told me that but he changed dorm rooms so that he could have this guy as a roommate. So I guess that’s a maybe.”

“Well the bar-b-que is no problem. Let us know what day is best for you and how you want us to play it.”

“Thanks Marky. I appreciate it and I’ll let you know as soon as I’ve had a chance to give it some thought. I don’t want to make things worse.”

“Marky the reports are fine. Do what you think best.” Frank then put on a more serious expression. “You know Mark in many respects we’re a brand new company and the Europeans have been thinking….”

“I’ll take the options.” I said smiling.

Frank was shaking his head. “Where does that little fucker get his information?”

“Damned if I know. But I’m meeting him for lunch maybe he’ll tell me.”

“Yeah right! No, David’s smarter than that.”

I laughed but I didn’t tell Frank that David had said the same thing about him.

David and I met for lunch at the old Intercontinental Hotel, it was a grand old place and had actually the best deal on a high quality lunch in town.

I told him about the stock options. “Frank is dying to know where you get your information.”

“Right! Like I’m gonna tell him.”

“Well babe just as long as it’s legal. That’s all I care about.”

“Mark, don’t worry, it is legal.”

I wasn’t completely sold on that but was inclined to leave it alone. What I think that David was saying, without saying it, was that I hadn’t done anything illegal in the strictest sense of the word. I hadn’t done anything to profit from insider information and that was the thing that I was most concerned about.

I loved seeing David in the middle of the day, it was like a gift, watching him eat, listening to the sound of his voice. David did most of the talking. I liked to listen to him and look at him, his presence soothed me, made me happy.

“How’s your salad?” David was having a salad with strips of chicken in it.“It’s good, everything here is good but I don’t think that I can eat any more of it.”

“Yeah me too and it’s getting late, what say we go?”

As we were walking down the hallway outside of the restaurant I saw the doorways to the johns and said. “David I gotta take a piss. You?” Well rain makes David need to piss, driving over a bridge makes him need to piss so naturally he said yes.

This bathroom was one of the very old fashioned kind that you used to see in hotels all of the time. The bathroom was like all marble, it had apparently at one time been white or something close to it but was now yellow.

Just as we were both shaking off our dicks I noticed that the stall had a door and walls that went practically to the floor. The door had about a three inch clearance and the wall an inch or less, just enough for water to flow out of them.

David was just stuffing his dick back into his pants when I grabbed his arm and pulled him into a booth. He looked totally confused, a little angry and a little frightened.

“Mark, what the fuck are you doing?” He was whispering at me, loudly if that’s possible.

I put my finger to his mouth. “Shhh, somebody might come in and hear you. You know two guys in a stall there might be trouble.” He got a very concerned look on his face and went for the door but I stopped him.

“I thought I heard someone!”

“Oh fuck why did you pull me in here.” It was more mime than whispering.

I was pulling David’s jacket off and hung it on the back of the door. Then I turned him around and kissed him. “Mark, what the fuck are you doing?”

He resisted the kiss and tried to twist his head away. He went for the door again but I already had his pants open.

“Are you fucking nuts?”

I kissed him very hard. “Yes but I’d rather have yours.” I dropped his pants to the floor and pulled his underwear down. He was grabbing for them and trying to pull them up but I won.

“Mark,” he hissed, ”we can’t fucking do this!”

“The hell we can’t!” I spun him around and pushed him against the wall. My cock was out and while I was holding David with my arm, I lubed his ass with spit.

“Mark, I can’t believe you’re doing this.” David was whispering put the panic tone was out of his voice and when I reached around for his dick it was harder than I ever remember it being.

I put the head of my dick at his asshole and pushed it steadily in. David started to moan and I had to put my hand over his mouth. “Don’t moan, don’t make a fucking sound!” I pushed one of my fingers into his mouth and he began to suck on it.

David was shaking as I fucked him and I knew this wouldn’t last. A few minutes later and he was shooting against the wall of the stall. He was trying not to make sounds but some little moans and whimpers were leaking through my hand.

When he was done cumming I pushed him down to the floor. Honest it was clean! I opened his mouth with my thumb and held it open and then jerked off into his mouth. He was looking up at me with a dazed look in his eyes. After I had shot into his mouth he closed it and swallowed but afterwards somehow he didn’t look like he was able to get up. I lifted him to his feet and put his dick back in his underwear, then tucked his shirt in and pulled his pants up and zipped them and then finally notched his belt.

I pulled his head to me and kissed him deeply tasting my own cum in his mouth. “You were fucking wonderful David! I love you.”

“Mark!” David tried to take a step but his legs were unsteady.

“That’s okay babe, take your time, just rest. But hun I gotta run.”

When I got back to the office there was an email waiting for me from David. It said.
“ Fucker!”

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When I got home from the office that night David was cooking dinner naked. That may sound unusual but it really wasn’t. David usually started dinner the second he walked through the door and continued it through various stages of undressing and getting into comfortable clothes.

I peeked my head into the kitchen. “You mad?”

David turned and looked at me a smile on his face. I knew I was home free.

“I fuckin oughta be. I thought I was gonna have a damn heart attack in that john.”

I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around backing him up against the counter.

“Shit you know you got off on that! Your cock was so hard you coulda used it to cut through that marble.” I had my hand wrapped around his dick and balls. I let them go and took his face in my hands and kissed him. “God I fucking love you!” I ran my fingers through his hair and kissed him behind his ear. He shivered.

“I gotta go change into something more comfortable.” I kissed his nose. “Don’t run away.”

David’s cock was hard and stick up at a 45 degree angle. I bent it down with my finger and let it snap back. “You know you did get off twice today.”

David smiled at me and kissed me lightly. “I swear to god I have no idea where that’s coming from.”

David followed me into the bedroom.

While I was getting undressed I asked him. “Did Frank call you? I told him we could do the bar-b-que thing basically anytime he wanted to but that he ought to call you and set it up with you.”

David was holding my balls, something he did a lot, he seemed to have this fascination with them even though he had two himself.

“Yeah he called me. It’s on for this coming Saturday unless his son backs out.” He squeezed my balls very softly. “God I love these things.”

“They’re pretty fond of you too.” I pushed him back on the bed and laid kind of half on top of him while I kissed him. I pushed his hair off of his forehead with my fingers. “I didn’t scare you today did I? You know that I would never hurt you.”

“Well you did scare the shit outta me but not because I thought that you might hurt me. I know that you’d never do that.” He lifted his head and pulled mine down as we kissed again.

I laid my head on his chest and listened to his beating heart and the sound of his lungs working. He stroked my hair, seeming to know what I needed. There were times like this when I wanted to beg him to never die, but I knew that would be stupid, times when I needed him so badly. David’s presence made all the bad things go away.

“Whatcha got cooking in there?” I stretched out and then got up pulling David with me.

“Pot roast, your favorite.” I pulled on some gym shorts and a tee shirt.

“Wine?”

“You betcha. Whatdya want? Cabernet? Merlot?”

I thought. “Oh…doesn’t matter, either. I’ll get it.”

David started to turn to pick up a pair of shorts to put on. I pulled him to me. “Love me?”

David looked up at me. “Forever.”

Dinner was great, pot roast with those little red potato’s and asparagus and big mushrooms that had been marinated in olive oil and balsamic vinegar and then grilled.

“David what are your feelings about Frank’s son. How do we handle him?”

We were loading the dishwasher and David stopped and looked at me. “Not sure. But one thing that I am sure of is that if this guy is Frank’s son he can only be but so dumb.”

“True. But when it comes to the subject of having a gay son straight people can be pretty stupid. Like we both know.” I was wondering if this whole subject was bringing up any bad stuff for David regarding his own dad. I know that it was for me.

I took David in my arms. “How is this whole subject affecting you? You okay?”

David hugged me back and smiled. “Yeah, surprisingly, working on this problem for someone else seems to be helping me put it into perspective. How about you?”

“Yeah I’m okay. I just wish….oh well, fuck it.”

“Your dad will realize what he’s missing.” David said.

“Yeah right.”

David turned my head with his hand. “I realize what he’s missing.” He was looking directly into my eyes. He wrapped his arms around my waist and laid his head on my chest. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed the top of his head.

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As things turned out Michael Connelly was a great looking guy in his very early forties, with dark brown hair that was beginning to gray. Michael’s wife Elizabeth was an attractive women of the same age with blondish gray hair that surprisingly, for some reason, was tied in a ponytail.

Mike, as he asked to be called was clearly the master of his household, at least it didn’t seem like Elizabeth was inclined to disagree with her husband in any way. I can’t think of two people more different than Frank and his son Michael, to paraphrase a Texas saying, Frank was all cattle and very little hat and his son, gave the appearance in the beginning at least, of being the opposite.

They arrived about four o’clock in the afternoon and we ushered them out onto the patio by the pool and got drinks into them as quickly as possible. This was going to be awkward. We had decided that Frank should be totally upfront about the reason for the bar-b-que and Mike had agreed to come only after big time pressure from Frank and his wife but he sure wasn’t happy to be here. It also put David and I into the position of being this perfect gay couple and kinda like poster boys for being queer. I decided that as far as I was concerned I was going to be myself and if anyone didn’t like it they could go fuck themselves.

“So Frank, how have you been, I mean we talk on the phone quite a bit but I haven’t actually seen you in months.”

“Good David, I’ve been good, and thanks for remembering the scotch.” Frank held up his glass.”

“Rumor has it that you guys may be making a big acquisition soon, any truth to that?

Frank looked at David with disbelief. “How the fuck….oh sorry Elizabeth. How the devil did you hear that?” Frank moved to the front of his chair. “Seriously David, do you know someone in our Zurich office?”

David waved Frank to sit back. “Relax Frank I don’t know a soul in your home office. I just hear things.”

Frank didn’t sit back. “Well have you heard if our offer will be accepted? Did we offer enough?”

“I don’t know if your offer will be accepted or not but if I were you I’d be on my way to talk to the owner. I’m told this guy only knows what the last person he talked to told him.”

Frank sat back in his chair. “Oh damn! Can I use your phone?”

“Sure Frank the den is the closest. Just through those doors and to the left.” Frank put his drink down and hurried in to make a call.”

Mike sat forward in his chair and looked at David. “You need to tell me how you do that, get him to leave I mean.” We all laughed.

I turned to Mike. “I guess your dad can be a little intense sometimes.”

“No,” Mike said, “Attila the Hun was intense, my dad is way beyond that.”

There was an awkward silence and Mike said. “You know I’m really not some right wing nut.” He lifted his hand and then dropped it. “I work with a gay guy.” He paused.
“ God that sounds lame, what I mean is that I live in the real world, you’re not the first gay people I’ve met.”

“We never thought otherwise Mike.”

“It’s just that he’s been on my case like night and day for months now.” Mike glanced quickly at his wife.

“Well,” David said, “tonight is also about dinner and I think I’m gonna get it started.” He got up and started to leave.

Elizabeth said, “David, can I help you with something?”

David walked over to her. “Elizabeth I would love your help. Come on I’ll show ya my kitchen.” He took her hand. “Don’t forget your drink.” As they were walking into the house they passed Frank on his way back out to the patio.

Frank sat down and starred at the door David and Elizabeth had just walked through. “Mark if he wasn’t your boyfriend I’d want him to be mine.” He picked up his drink and knocked back a third of it.

“Dad it might be a little late in life to be making any major changes.”

Frank laughed. “Change is the only constant isn’t it?” Then, perhaps a little pointedly. “You always have to be ready for the unexpected, don’t you Mike?”

Then Frank turned to me. “Marky, you look like you’re a million miles away. Whatcha thinking about?”

“Oh,” I was a little embarrassed, “I was thinking about the day David was stabbed.” It made me want to curl up into a ball. “About how quickly things can happen, how your life can be one way one minute and totally changed the next.”

Mike sat forward. “David was stabbed!”

“Yeah.” I gave him the short cleaned up version even though Frank knew most of the details.

Mike said. “You must have wanted to kill him. I know if someone did something to Elizabeth I would.”

“I planned to kill him, in my mind I could imagine how it would feel to have my knife touching his beating heart.” I smiled. “David wouldn’t let me, made me promise that I wouldn’t touch the guy. I wanted to kill that guy so bad, but in the end he killed himself so it took care of itself.”

Mike had an odd look on his face. “You were a Ranger.” He said quietly, almost to himself.

Frank was smiling and shaking his head. “The little fucker is even smarter than I thought.” Then he looked at me. “He’s wasting his time with that insurance company you know.”

“I know, and I think he’s planning something but he’s not ready to talk about it yet.” I looked at Frank pointedly. “At least not to me.”

“Don’t look at me, he hasn’t said a word. What do you think he’s planning?”

“With David it could be anything.” I took another sip of my drink. “But I guarantee ya it’ll be something well thought out.”

David and Elizabeth walked out of the house carrying platters of food. “Okay,” David said, “we grill the steaks and we’re in business. You guys ready to eat?”

Dinner was simple and delicious, steak, baked potato and grilled vegetables along with some great French bread and beer, lots of it.

Everyone was feeling pretty mellow when Frank said. “Okay can we talk about Christopher now that everybody has been fed?”

Mike groaned. “Oh god dad! Can’t we just give it a rest? Do we have to talk about this every second?”

“You already know the answer to that.” Frank always pushed.

“Dad!”

“Elizabeth,” David asked. “was Chris a difficult delivery?” He was wasting his time with insurance.

Oh…..well no actually……..Christopher was my second child and so it was much easier really.” Then as if someone had asked. “Our first child Robert is dead. He died in an automobile accident.”

“Oh god!” David said. “That must have been terrible! I mean……. if you’d rather not talk about it………we’d understand.”

Mike answered for his wife. “There isn’t any point in talking about it. We’ve talked about……………….well, there’s just no point.” He looked at the ground. “Robert’s gone, it happens and you go on.”

“Do you remember the day Chris was born? My mom is always talking about the day that I was born, the weather, how much I weighed, all that stuff.”

Elizabeth laughed, for the first time. “Mike was so nervous. There was so much to be done, Chris was premature, and we needed a babysitter…….for Robert and we were caught off guard.” She remembered. “Chris was such a beautiful baby. Some babies don’t look all that great, at least for the first week or so, but Chris was beautiful from the beginning. Wasn’t he Mike?”

“Yeah,” Mike said, “he was right from the beginning. A beautiful kid.”

I addressed my question to Mike. “How soon were you able to bring him home?”

“Oh, I don’t……well, a couple of days……it wasn’t long.”

David asked with a laugh. “Was he a sleeper or a crier?

“Oh, he was a wonderful baby. Wasn’t he Mike, really wonderful.”

Mike was starring at the ground. “Yeah he was. He was a great baby.”

I had had about as much of this as I could take and threw a warning glance at the other three and then said.

“Mike come on I want to show you our den.” I gently guided him by the left arm and he followed without any resistance. I was positive that he was ready for this to end.

Our den has a desk and two leather chairs that more or less face each other and that’s were I sat Mike. I took his beer away from him and set it on the sideboard. I poured us each three fingers of Jack Daniel’s. I figured we’d both need it. Mike took a large grateful gulp of his.

I could feel the pain this guy was in and I spoke gently. “When you brought Christopher home did you ever go into his bedroom late at night and promise him that he would never have to worry, that you would take care of everything? That no matter what happened you’d be there for him?” He looked like he wanted to die but nodded yes.

“Every dad does that……. but that was long before this. Chris was normal then.” His voice was flat.

“When you brought those babies home, Robert and then Christopher, was there anything more important in your life than them?”

“He wasn’t a………….homosexual then.” Then much louder. “A fucking………..god I was going to say faggot.” He looked up at me and spoke very quietly. “I never use words like that.”

“You know, there a lot of possible reasons for the way that you’re feeling towards your son but personally I don’t think it really matters. In my mind the only thing that matters is that when you had that kid you made a commitment and it wasn’t contingent on how he lived his life.

“And Mike, as far as his being a faggot, do you really think that he asked to be one? Who the fuck would? Who would put up with all the shit?”

“You seem to be doing okay.” His voice was sarcastic.

“I’m doing okay because of David. It was dumb luck, I happened to fall in love with the most decent person on the planet. Not many are as lucky.”

“So you’re telling me that’s it’s unlikely that I can even expect that for Christopher.” It was a statement.

“You couldn’t expect that if he was straight!” We were starring at each other. “Life is a fucking crap shoot whether you’re straight or gay. Look, I don’t have to tell you, life can be total shit.” I waited for him to say something but he was just starring down at his drink. “But Mike………when you’re trying to deal day in and day out with some of the most difficult, confusing, painful shit that there is,” Then very, very softly, “and your dad, the person you need the most, won’t even speak to you.”

There were tears forming in Mike’s eyes but he hadn’t moved a muscle. “Please don’t Mark…….I don’t know how much….”

“Mike what kind of emotional price are you paying to keep this grudge against you son going?” I continued to speak very softly. “Mike he’s your baby.” Mike brought his right hand up to his forehead to cover his eyes. “He’s your fucking little boy……….who you made a promise to.”

Mike was slowly shaking his head with his hand still covering his eyes.

“You know and I know that you want this to end. I know that Chris can’t change the way that God made him……and so buddy that only leaves you. Nobody is asking you to approve of anything. But man……don’t throw your boy away…….don’t lose him because of fucking words.”

I stood up and got the portable phone off of the desk and then knelt by Mike. As I was punching in Chis’s phone number I said. “Mike your son needs you…..more than he ever has.” I handed him the phone and he looked at me with a lost look. “Be a man……….talk to your son. It’s what a dad is suppose to do.” As I walked away I could here a voice come from the phone.

I walked down the hall into the kitchen just as it was hitting me. My legs felt weak and I sat down on the floor and leaned against the cabinets with my arms on my knees and my head on my arms. Time didn’t seem to exist, I knew that I was crying but I didn’t know when it had begun or when it would end. Suddenly I felt a large, warm, wet tongue on the side of my face. I looked up and Joe was sitting next to me looking concerned in a way that only dogs can. I tried to talk to him but ended up talking through sobs.

“Hi Joe…….fella.”

“Marky,” Frank had walked into the kitchen. “what the fuck did I do to you?”

“Wasn’t you Frank.” I grabbed the dish towel hanging by the counter and wiped my eyes. “Did they talk?”

“Yeah kid, Mike if flying out there next week.” Then in a few seconds he pointed to the driveway. “I got Mike and Elizabeth in the car. Fuck I’m sorry about this.”

“Don’t be sorry Frank, not your fault.” Then. “Remember Frank, Mike probably needs his dad now too.”

“Is there anything I can do to help you?”

I walked over to the sink and splashed cold water on my face. “I’ll walk you out and say goodbye to Mike and Elizabeth.”

“You don’t have…..”

“I want to.”

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I was laying between David’s legs with my head on his chest and my arms under him and partially supporting my weight. David was stroking my hair.

“Tell me what you’re thinking Mark.”

“How fucking lucky you and I are that we have each other.” David kissed the top of my head. “I mean really, like Chris, there’s no guarantee that he’ll find someone or that it’ll work out.”

“Roll over.” David was pulling himself out from under me.

“Why, whadya want?”

“Your cock.”

“David, honey, I’m too fucking tired to fuck.”

“That’s not what I want, just roll over.” I did as he asked.

David got between my legs and pulled my gym shorts off and started playing with my cock. He laid down stretching his body out while laying on his stomach as he flipped my cock back and forth. He looked up at me. “Just playing. You don’t mind do you?” I had to smile.

“It belongs to you.”

David slid his tongue inside of the foreskin and slowly moved it around the head of my dick, occasionally he would pull on the foreskin with his lips. My cock was beginning to puff up but was still quite a ways from being hard. In his right hand he lifted up my balls and held them in his hand. “Mmmm mmmm, I love these balls.” He started to slowly lick them as they lay in his hand, he was holding my cock in his left hand. After a while he very gently sucked each ball in turn into his mouth where he kind of swirled it around.
He was very gently jerking me off while he was licking my balls. Then he lifted my balls up as far as they would go and he dove down and sucked on my perineum. That got me hard fast.

I looked down at David, his black hair down over his forehead his green eyes sparkling when they occasionally glanced up at me. He started to suck my cock hard now with the thumb and index finger of his left hand leading his mouth down and following it up with a slight twisting action. I was beginning to thrust my hips counter to the direction of David’s mouth as the intensity of the blow job increased. “David, squeeze my balls!” He was on his knees now so that he would have the leverage and balance he needed to be lightly squeezing my balls with his right hand and jerking me off with his left as he blew me. I was getting pretty close to cumming when David started to deeply massage my perineum with his right thumb and that sent me over the edge. I said. “David, I’m fucking cumming.” I looked down at him. He had my cock aimed at his face and his mouth was open as the first shots hit him high on his forehead, then he took my shooting cock into his mouth and sucked on it and my ass came about three feet off the bed with the intensity of it. I grabbed his head and held it for a moment while I fucked his mouth for the last few moments while he sucked me dry, my body spasming with aftershocks.

When I got my breath back I sat up and looked at David who was half sitting half laying between my legs with cum running down his face and his mouth open as he tried to catch his breath. I held my hands up and pushed one finger down like I was taking a picture with a camera. “There’s a shot for the Christmas cards.”

David laughed. “It’s your cum, you should be licking it off.”

“Yuck! How about Kleenex instead?” I said as I reached for it.

I took a handful of tissues and cleaned David up as he regained his strength. When I had him looking, well not so cum drenched, I pulled him down with me onto the bed.

David was on his side of the bed but had ended up kinda laying on me and we kissed in that position.

“Do ya love me even when I act like a slut?”

“I don’t think the slut thing applies when you do it with your lover but yes I love you always, under every circumstance.”

I was half leaning against the headboard of the bed and David was snuggled in my arms.

“How is Frank handling this David?”

“Better than anyone else as far as I’m concerned. He’s worried about you though. He feels like he asked too much of you. More than he had a right to.”

“Of us.” Then. “I don’t feel that way, do you?”

“No. I mean I think, well I think we’d both do the same thing for somebody that didn’t have Franks position. Like just a friend.”

“Yeah, me too. In which case I’d like to use you.”

David turned his head and looked up at me. “Use me baby, use me.”

“I want to use you to back channel to Frank that this wasn’t some big deal that he has to feel guilty about. I mean I could talk to him at the office but sometimes people will believe things from a third party before the person involved. I don’t want this to become a big deal that interferes with work.”

“No problem, leave it to me.”

I buried my face in David’s neck and inhaled his scent. Like always it slammed into some part of my brain where the memory of good things is stored and radiated out from there. “God I love the way you smell!”

David giggled. “There’s probably still cum in my hair.”

“You ready for sleep?”

“Yep.”

“Where’s your hound?”

David held up a hand to indicate, “watch this” and said very quietly. “Joe.” Joe’s gray furred head rose slowly above the edge of the bed. He starred at David.

David said, “Come on Joe,” and the dog jumped up on the bed and laid at David’s feet, his tail beating rhythmically on the bedspread.

I turned off the light and David snuggled into our usual falling asleep position of me spooning him.

I kissed his neck. “Love you.”

He tightened his grip on my arm for a moment. “Me too you.”