Protecting David-Finding Christopher 3
I slid outta bed carefully so as not to wake Alex, pulled
on my boxers and walked to the kitchen. Mrs. Colby was leaning
against the wall with the exhaust fan going, smoking a cigarette.
Seeing us in our underwear or for that matter even naked has
never seemed to faze her. It was something we stressed as likely
before we hired her and she is a remarkable housekeeper.
I grinned sleepily at her and mumbled, “Those’ll
kill ya, ya know.”
She took another puff and said, “Larry,
nobody gets outta this life alive no matter what they give
I filled two mugs with steaming hot coffee. “K, just
don’t say nobody warned ya.”
She grinned, “You boys want anything
particular for breakfast?”
I couldn’t think of anything that seemed important to
be eating that morning other than Alex. I yawned and said, “Nope,
just the usual, I guess.”
I went back to our room, sat the cups
on the nightstand, stripped off my boxers and slid carefully
into bed behind Alex. He was
lying on his left side with his back to me. His hair isn’t
as platinum blond as it was when we first met, it’s gotten
a bit darker but that’s really just even sexier and his
sensational body is still the same. I move gently against his
back until we’re pressed lightly together with my mostly
soft cock pressed against his thighs. He makes a little sound
in the back of his throat and wiggles back against the warmth.
I lick his hair. His ass is pressed to my crotch. Alex’s
ass may be the most perfect thing that I’ve ever seen.
I could cum just from looking at it. He pushes it back against
my dick. He’s awake and we both know it.
Finally he slowly turns over so that
he’s facing me
and we kiss long and slow, his hard body is totally pressed
to the front of mine. We decided a long time ago that morning
breath could just go fuck itself, we weren’t giving up
this kiss and even in the morning his breath is simply never
bad. Alex doesn’t wake up fast and I know that he’s
not totally there yet, he’s still gathering himself.
He mumbles in my ear. “Who do I
gotta fuck to get a cup of coffee?”
I always laugh at this because it always
strikes me as funny and my answer is always the same. I kiss
his temple and whisper, “That’d
He nuzzles my neck and says, “K…but don’t
tell my boyfriend.”
I run my right hand slowly down Alex’s back and butt.
His insane training regimen, that he considers normal, has
kept him sleek. My fingers linger lightly at his beautiful
ass slowly teasing their way forward thru the mounds of hard
muscle. There’s a smile beginning to form on his lips
and I slide my legs between his and roll him onto his back.
I kneel over him with my cock rigid and flat against my stomach
waiting for a signal to go ahead. His ankles move behind my
knees and lock us together as his eyes close slightly and his
cock inflates to full harness. He wants this as much as I do
if that’s possible. As he pulls my face down to his I
feel his legs sliding up the outsides of my thighs.
Later after our shower I grab the tube of toothpaste and using
it as a microphone prance around and sing a made up song
to a rap beat, “Ahhm coolness, ahhm coolness, ahhm
coolness per..sahn..oh..fide!” I dance wildly for Alex
while he cracks up. Alex just does not laugh enough! I start
tickling him and we wind up on the bathroom floor rolling
around naked and laughing like six year olds.
Finally we get to our feet and continue
the bathroom business. I smile at him in the mirror and kid
him. “You really
think I’m cute as James Bond?”
He laughs and it lights up my morning. “Cuter! A lot!
He’s not what ya’d call classically handsome. Although
damn Larry you can’t sing for shit! And what rap song
did ya ever hear with the word personified in it?”
I plant a Colgate fresh kiss on his shoulder. “Don’t
over think it, Babe. And since when have you been looking at
“Saw it on the Oh La La website. He’s got a great
body but it’s not better than yours and you’ve
got a much bigger dick.”
I giggled. “Boy, you checkin out
dick on the web again?”
Alex smirked. “What again…still! Besides, you
don’t have anything to worry about. You hold up really
well in the dick department.” Alex turned my head and
kissed me on the lips. “And you’re a great kisser
and I love you.” Alex loves me. I can feel my heart expanding.
It’s all that I need for the day.
I flicked the lights on in my office and sank down into the
beat up old desk chair. I reached under the desk to turn
the computer on and when I looked back up there was a familiar
six year old blond girl leaning against my desk.
“Hi, Kathy, what’s up?”
She slid herself slowly along the edge
of the desk until she was only a couple of feet away. Her
eyes never left mine. “You
got any cash, Alex?”
“Kathy, you’re only six,
whadya need cash for?”
She rolled her eyes. “My mom says that I can pick out
my sheets and drapes…ya know…for my room. But she
thinks it may be awhile till we got the dough.” She seemed
to be thinking for a moment. “You do know that we’re
Kathy and her mom have been thru more
shit in the last year than most people see in a lifetime.
I nod yes and say, “Lemme,
look.” While I’m digging thru my pockets I ask
her, “So what color you gonna get?”
“I’m not sure, Alex, pink maybe or yellow. I don’t
want nothin that looks like the stuff we used to have. I’d
like to get some nice sheets for mom too.”
I come up with twenty-two dollars. “Not much, Hon but
you take it.” I give her the money and she holds it tight.
I reach into my desk and get a business card. “You think
you could do your shopping at Foley’s or Macy’s
or whatever it’s called now?”
“I s’ppose. How come there?”
I show her the business card. “That
name is Mrs. Henderson. She works in the department where
they sell that stuff. You
gotta give her this card or if you forget it just tell her
to call me and you can get all the stuff you need.”
“I don’t gotta give her any
“Cause we want ya to have the stuff
you need and beside, somebody else picks up the tab. Pretty
good deal, right?”
“I’ll say! So I can get whatever
I nod. “Yep. And be sure and get all the stuff you need,
Kathy, for both you and your mom. Don’t forget stuff
like towels and table cloths and all that little stuff. Mrs.
Henderson will help you, she’s really good at this.” I
guess Mrs. Henderson could be considered a friend of the shelter
even though to the best of my knowledge she’s never been
in the place. She’s always bent over backwards to help
And then she’ll take you to the furniture department
and hook ya up with somebody to help ya get the furniture you
Kathy’s look changed from glee to suspicion. “Furniture
too? Now you’re messin with me, Alex!”
I held up both hands in surrender. “Honest to God I’m
not, Kathy!” Slowly the scowl was replaced with a smile.
She grinned at me, something that you
don’t see much
of around here. “Alex…do I gotta give ya the money
I smiled and shook my head no. “I’ll find some
sucker to buy me lunch.” I reached over picked Kathy
up and sat her on the edge of the desk. “You lookin forward
to leaving us?”
Kathy looked down and said softly. “Pretty much. Not
that I don’t like you guys but it sure will be nice to
have our own place again.” Kathy was a very little girl
on the one hand and about forty on the other. I just hoped
that she be able to forget the stuff that brought her and her
mom to us. “My mom feels bad that we gotta live here.” We
dealt with a lot of parental guilt.
I picked up her hand and held her small
fingers in mine. “I
know how she feels, Kathy, but it’s not her fault and
sometimes people just need a little help.” I wiggled
her hand and finally got her to look at me and I grinned at
her. “Everybody needs their friends at one time or another.”
“I could come back and visit, Alex.
If I can get my mom to drive me.”
“Well, see that you do. I’ll tell ya what, once
you guys get settled if you and your mom wanna come back and
see us I’ll take you out to lunch.” Nobody ever
came back unless the absolutely had to and I didn’t blame
them one bit.
Just as Kathy was about to say something
Charlene appeared in the doorway with an irritated look on
her face. “Alex,
how goddamn long are we gonna have to wait? I told you people
when I’d be here!” She was a woman given to excess
and every part of her body showed it. Charlene couldn’t
see little Kathy roll her eyes and make a face.
By five o’clock I had gotten the shelter’s books
back to where they needed to be, all the bills had been paid
and the payroll completed. I grabbed the phone and punched
in Larry’s cell number.
Larry came on the line. “I’m
pickin you up, right?”
“I sure hope so.”
“What’s with your car?”
“I dunno, it sounded all strange and Mei didn’t
want me to take it. So I get to ride in the batmobile.”
“Alex, I’m sensing some antagonism
towards my wonderful new car.”
“I think I’m jealous.” That’s really
strange that I said that because I think it’s true.
Larry laughed. “Buy a new fucking car, Alex! That thing
is almost six years old and you’ve got what a hundred
and ten thousand miles on it? You never spend any money on
yourself…get yourself a decent car. It’s not like
you can’t afford it.”
“I dunno. I’d feel strange
about showing up here in a new car.”
I could hear the frustration in Larry’s voice. “Alex
as much as I love you there are times when I could strangle
you. Buy a new fucking car!”
I had to laugh at how determined he was. “Okay, okay,
I’ll think about it. So when will you be here?”
“Like fifteen minutes.”
“Don’t be mad at me, Larry.”
He sighed. “Alex, I could never really be mad at you
and I’m sure not now but you’ve gotta come to grips
with all this money. I mean how many times have we had this
conversation? You didn’t kill anybody to get it and you
do a lotta good. You’re entitled to relax with it.”
My phone started ringing and I grabbed it. “Alex?” It
was Charlene, again. She was irritated. “Is there anyone
senior there?” She knew that such a person didn’t
exist, this was all to goad me. She had made it pretty clear
in the past how she felt about “Fags.” “Okay,
okay, never mind that. I need something done.” I looked
around to see if she had left any of her servants behind.
“There’s nobody here, Charlene and I’m
on my way out.”
“Alex, I left my checkbook at the apartment and you’ve
got to get it for me!”
“What apartment? Here? You mean
you left it in your room?”
“No, Alex!” Her voice was dripping with irritation. “My
old apartment! I had things stored there and we were there
this morning. I remember having it on the kitchen counter and
I must have left it. You need to send someone over.” She
was insane. “I need the give the landlord here another
check. Just send someone!”
Charlene I don’t have anyone to “send” anywhere.
It’s just me here and Ann is coming in any second to
take over. There’s nobody around to run errands for you.”
She sighed heavily. “Okay, never mind I’ll call
back and talk to Ann. She at least knows what she’s doing.” I
could kill this woman. The problem was that Ann’s way
of dealing with her was to give her anything that she wanted
and I didn’t want Ann to be running around some lousy
neighborhood just as it was getting dark. Just because she’s
a lesbian doesn’t make her immune to getting mugged or
“Okay, okay, what’s the address?” I’ve
never understood people who ask for something by attacking
but it did seem to work for Charlene.
By the time I had shut off my computer, locked the office
and walked to the front door Ann was walking up and Larry was
pulling over to the curb.
Ann took one look at his new car started
shrieking and ran over to him as he was getting out. “Larry, where did
you get this? It is sooooo fucking cool!” She stopped
and put her hands on her hips. “It’s for me, right?
You’re getting in touch with your lesbian side and you
just thought I oughta have it!”
Larry put on a totally put upon look
and said, “Jesus,
you’re not gonna start talking about vaginas again are
ya? And I do know what you oughta have and it’s not this
Ann reached up and put her arms around
Larry’s neck. “Gimme
the car and I’ll turn you every way but loose.”
He kissed her forehead and squeezed her. “I already
got somebody that does that for me and he’s got a dick.” Ann
really liked Larry and I often wondered if it couldn’t
be more than just platonic. I wasn’t too worried about
it though because Larry really liked cock.
Basically, Larry bitched at me all the way over to Charlene’s
old apartment and I had to admit that he was totally entitled
“She wouldn’t do this for you, Alex. She wouldn’t
fucking piss on you to see it splash.” We were moving
rapidly into a really bad part of town. “If my cool new
car gets fucked up down here I’m gonna be really pissed.”
“Larry, if I didn’t do this she was gonna get
Ann to do it and you know goddamn well that Ann would. I didn’t
want her crawling around down here. If something happens to
the car I’ll pay for it.”
He sighed heavily. “You know it’s
not the money.”
“I know but I really didn’t have any other option.
Well, I suppose I could have sent Mei down here with a few
of her guys but I really didn’t think of that.” I
reached over and took his right hand in mine. “But I
do agree that this sucks. Look, all ya gotta do is pull up
to the place and I’ll run in and get the checkbook. You
don’t even have to shut off the car.”
He was shaking his head no. “I’m
goin in with you, Alex. Whenever you go someplace by yourself
I laughed. “Ya got a point there.” He
tightened his hand on mine.
We were going thru a neighborhood of four and six flat apartment
buildings but there was no indication of any kind of prosperity.
The small front yards were mostly filled with various types
of trash and deadeyed people looked up to stare at us as we
passed. I was really wishing we were in an older and way less
expensive car. We circled around a bit and finally found the
address we needed. Larry insisted on turning the car around
so that we were facing the way home.
We both laughed nervously and looked around the neighborhood
before getting out of the car. I checked to see that I had
my cell phone and then not seeing any threat we got out and
walked into the four flat apartment building.
The hallway ran from the front to the
back where there was a rear entrance. The hallway wasn’t as dirty as I expected
and other than some obviously recent trash it was fairly clean.
We took the stairs cautiously to the second floor where Charlene’s
old apartment was located. I ran my hand over the top of the
door and the key that she told me would be there dropped to
I opened the apartment door and looked
in carefully. The failing evening light didn’t do much for the space and didn’t
do much for the stench of rotted food that hit us. I felt the
wall next to the door and flicked the switch I found there.
Nothing. The electricity was off.
I stepped into the apartment with Larry plastered tight to
my back and his breath hot on my neck. As soon as I closed
the door I heard a faint scratching sound.
Oh fuck! “If there’s a goddamn rat in here I’m
killing that woman!” I hate fucking rats.
Larry was moaning. “What is that
“My guess is that Charlene didn’t
bother taking out her garbage when she was leaving. Irritating
With the door closed we were feeling
bolder and Larry walked over to the counter between the kitchen
and the small dining
area. “Here’s the fucking checkbook, let’s
get outta here.”
There was another scratching sound and what sounded like a
closet door moving. I looked at Larry and he rolled his eyes
He glared at me and whispered, “We could just mind our
own business!” I really don’t know why we didn’t.
I tiptoed over to the bedroom and listened at the open door.
I thought I could hear muffled sobbing. I gave Larry a questioning
look and nodded towards the bedroom while I began inching my
The bedroom was totally empty but the
indentations in the dirty beige wall to wall carpeting told
the tale of where all
the old furniture had been placed. The closet was to the right
of the door and the closer I got the more the sound made me
think of keening, it was almost a heavily muffled and very
quiet wail. It seemed to get less and less muffled as I got
closer to the closet and I tried to prepare for any kind of
attack but I was pretty sure that there was a person in there.
Larry moved over so that he was off to the side of me and wouldn’t
necessarily be seen by anyone in the closet when I opened the
door. I was really hoping that there wasn’t some sort
or wild animal in there because when they’re cornered
even a squirrel can do a lot of damage and I really didn’t
want to think about it being a rat.
I steadied my body for a fight and jerked
the door open. Pressed cowering against the far corner of
the closet was a young boy.
He was pretty dirty but even in the bad light I could tell
that his hair was brown. He looked small but I couldn’t
really tell his age. Shiny tears were running steadily down
his cheeks, his fists were pressed to his mouth and he was
vibrating with fear. He was wearing dirty sweat clothes and
The only thing that came outta my mouth
was, “Oh!” Followed
quickly by, “Oh, shit!”
Larry came around and looked. “A
I didn’t know quite what to say but finally said, “You
okay?” That mustn’t have been the right thing because
it didn’t help with the crying. There wasn’t anything
else in the closet including shelves. I walked into it and
put my hands lightly on his shoulders.
“You don’t have to be afraid. We’re not
gonna hurt ya.” He was impossibly thin and felt like
he was going to explode, like the vibrating fear was gonna
make him fly apart. I did the only thing that I could think
to do, I wrapped my arms around him. His head was pressed to
my stomach and then I could feel him begin to quiet down at
least a little. I ran my fingers thru his hair, which was filthy
and pressed his face to me. I looked back for Larry but he
And then suddenly Larry reappeared. “Alex we gotta get
the fuck outta here! There’s like a damn street gang
in front of the building and they’re looking at my car!”
I grabbed the sobbing boy and pulled
him with us towards the front door. When I jerked it open
there was a guy reaching
for the doorknob. He was startled but recovered quickly took
one look at the boy and said, “There you are you little
fucker!” He grabbed for the boy who seemed to be intent
on crawling thru me to get away from the guy. I grabbed the
guy’s wrist before it got to the boy and as he was pulling
back his other arm to punch me Larry’s right fist connected
with the guys jaw. There was a loud snap as his head flew back
and he staggered backwards until he hit the other wall of the
hallway and slid to the floor.
Larry said, “Okay we gotta get outta here big time.
Just make it to the fucking car, don’t stop.” We
ran down the stairs dragging the boy with us and as we hit
the front stoop the four guys around Larry’s car turned
and started coming towards us.
Larry yelled, “Your buddy took the money and ran out
the back way! He’s got my fucking money!” The boy
and I ran to the car as Larry’s remote control unlocked
the doors. There was an old yellow Cadillac sedan parked on
the other side of the street facing the other way.
The guy who seemed to be in charge of
the little gang yelled, “That
dirty motherfucker!” and they all took off towards the
back of the building. I was pulling the boy onto my lap and
pulling the seat belt over us both as Larry was sliding into
the driver’s seat.
I could hear the mob returning from the
back of the building and looked up to see the guy Larry hit
stagger out of the front
of the building. Larry was just sliding into his seat when
I laughed and said, “They obviously were very upset when
they heard that their friend had broken the law.” I was
amazed that he could think that fast.
While I pulled the boy tight back against me and tried to
get the seatbelt totally fastened around both of us Larry had
hit the gas and we were flying down the street. I turned my
head back in time to see the old yellow Cadillac that had been
parked across the street wheel around and knock over a trash
can in its broad attempt to turn around before flopping back
onto the street and taking off after us.
I looked at Larry and said, “Better step on it or we’re
all gonna be sex slaves and that’s if we’re lucky.” Just
then the rear window of one of the cars parked on the side
of the street ahead of us exploded as we heard a gun shot and
our anxiety skyrocketed. In my arms the boy smelled of old
urine, sweat, and grime. His hair was matted and dirty and
I could literally feel how afraid he was. I put my mouth right
next to his ear and whispered, “Don’t worry, Larry’s
a really good driver.” I wrapped my arms more tightly
around him. The fine leather seat of the car almost seemed
to mold itself to my back and held me steady.
Two blocks down, the street dead-ended
into the six lane Worth boulevard with a stop light which
thankfully had just turned
green because by then we were going almost seventy. We needed
to turn right and as we were sliding sideways across three
lanes the inside of the car seemed so eerily silent you could
almost hear the ticking of the clock. Larry’s face was
frozen with the muscles in his jaw and neck tight and his eyes
staring straight ahead. The only movements were his left hand
on the steering wheel and the movement of his right hand as
he worked the shift lever. He downshifted and the big V12 engine
made a deep throated roaring sound that turned into a shriek,
like some huge wild animal that had been speared, while the
tires started to dig and smoke came peeling off of them in
an angry swirling vortex, then they caught and we were off
like a shot with the old Caddy a half a block behind us.
I grinned at Larry. “Ya gotta turn left in three blocks.” He
hated it when I told him stuff like that and he was actually
remarkably good at this.
“I know, Alex, I know! I was born and raised in this
town!” I checked behind us and we weren’t making
any progress at increasing the distance between us and the
Caddy as it fishtailed wildly onto Worth boulevard. While we
had amazing speed we really couldn’t use it in the city
but the freeway was only a few blocks away. Larry was mumbling
to himself, “Just stop and get her checkbook. That’s
what he said. I’ll run in, you just need to pull over.
It won’t take a minute.”
I whispered in the boy’s ear, “When he’s
talking to himself it means he’s happy.” He was
rigid with fear and my feeble attempt to make him relax wasn’t
doing much. My right hand was flat against his stomach and
I could feel shivers of fear going in waves thru his body.
There was reason to be afraid but really it was more reason
for Larry and me to be afraid than the boy, unless of course
he knew these guys better than I realized.
We lucked out on the next turn too and
soon we were rocketing up the onramp to the freeway which
was relatively empty. Just
as we got on the freeway I looked back to see that the Caddy
hadn’t made the ramp as elegantly as the Aston-Martin
and some part of the tail end of the car was now hitting the
pavement and throwing up an impressive plume of sparks.
Larry tapped the gas pedal and we were flying up into the
mountains. His car had a way of hunkering down and almost becoming
one with the road and there was no way they were catching us.
I flipped open my cell phone and called Mei.
“Mei, we’re just coming up
into the mountains and we got some guys chasing us in an
old yellow Cadillac.”
Her voice was all business and her accent
far away from home?”
“About twelve miles.” I didn’t have to say
that it was mostly up. “Can you have the gate open?”
“Alex, any reason believe they
might have someone ahead of you?”
“No, Mei, I’m sure they don’t.”
“Ah right, we ready no matter wat. I open gate, we ready.” Then
in frustration. “Ayeeah, why you no listen, Mei? Mei
should drive you work! No bad stuff happen with Mei there.” This
was a conversation that could go on forever.
“I know, Mei, I know but I gotta go now.” I
cut off the phone.
Larry laughed and said in a singsong
voice, “Alex is
gonna get yelled at, Alex is gonna get yelled at.” I
groaned. I wasn’t gonna get yelled at but I was gonna
hear about it endlessly. Larry was right, Mei loved me and
treated me like I was her kid or something. It was something
that I thought I should do something about and yet I realized
that there was also some part of me that liked the mothering
By the time we reached the turn off to
the house the Cadillac wasn’t even visible anymore. The gate was open and two
of Mei’s burly security guys were standing there with
her. All three of them were holding assault weapons.
Mei, came over to the car and gesturing
towards the radio in her other hand said, “Police arrest
them. No worry anymore. No worry they come here, they not
get past mens.”
She opened the passenger side door and
looked at the boy but didn’t say anything about him. Instead she stood on the
door sill and said, “You give old lady ride.” And
we drove up to the house with Mei standing on the door sill
holding the door tight to her body. I glanced down and saw
that she was still wearing those impossibly tall high heels.
Once in the house she turned and putting
her hands on the boy’s shoulders she looked at me and said, “He
guest?” It was her delicate way of asking what the fuck
was going on.”
I nodded and said, “Yes.” Then realized that we
didn’t even know the boy’s name yet.
I turned his face gently up to me and
asked softly, “What’s
He said in the smallest imaginable voice, “Christopher.”
Mei said to me, “Clothes?”
I shook my head. “Just what he’s wearing. We’ll
have to get him some stuff tomorrow.”
Mei wasn’t fazed in the least and looking at Christopher
said, “You come, Mei take wery good care. You need bath
and food right? Right, Mei take care of.”
She turned to me and said, “Alex,” She pronounced
it Ahhl ex, “your car not so good. Time for new car.
I tell man at car place you pick out.” She handed me
a brochure while in the background Larry was convulsed with
silent laughter. She pointed at the picture. “This car
you pick out. Need to decide color. Bright color no good. People
remember bright color. You nah want people remember your car.
Silver color okay, every peoples have silver color. Car must
be heavy and wery wery powerful engine.” She looked at
me like she had been explaining to a five year old. “You
unnerstan?” Larry grabbed the brochure with one hand
and me with the other.
“I’ll s’plain it to him, Mei.” He
pulled me towards the bedroom “Hey you get to pick the
color. Ya oughta be happy.”
“What the hell is she buying me?”
He laughed and looked at the cover of
the brochure. “A
BMW 760Li. Good thing you’re rich.”
Larry wouldn’t let me finish. “Don’t
It suddenly seemed really important to
assure Christopher and I turned and hunkered down in front
of him as he and Mei
caught up to us. “Christopher, Mei will take real good
care of you and Larry and I will see you in a little bit. The
thing is that I don’t want you to worry…..about
anything. Those guys can’t get you here, you’re
totally safe and nobody here is gonna hurt you.” The
crying had stopped and the shaking but it was like he was reserving
judgment. I did notice that his eyes were very blue.
When I stood up Larry was standing there
smiling and I said, “What?”
He shook his head grinning. “Nothing, Dad. Come on,
we both need about three showers and then I really do want
to eat.” He started to pull me towards the bedroom again
and talking all the while. “Ya know, ya really gotta
feed me once in awhile if you expect me to keep performing
at the elevated level that I do. I mean, fucking car chases,
Alex! Fucking car chases!”