Castle Roland

Protecting David

by TA-Terry


Chapter 1

Posted: 3 Sept 15

Protecting David

by TA (Terry)

My name is Mark Chauvet. I was born in 1975 and 26 when this story started. After 8 years in the Army I was back in civilian life … not exactly where I wanted to be however. I'd always thought that the Army was going to be my life, but when I began to realize I was gay that screwed that up. I suppose I could have stayed in, but I just didn't want to deal with hiding who I was or torturing myself by watching other Army studs 24/7.

When I got out I came back home; well, almost home. I love fishing and had, years before, come upon this gorgeous stream running through a fairly heavily wooded area of Central Wisconsin. When the chance to rent a small farm property that bordered on this stream came up I grabbed it. It was about 150 miles from where my parents live and from where I grew up … actually that distance from my parents seemed about right. See, they don't know I'm gay and I can't imagine telling them. My dad is retired Army and gay guys are not his favorite people, so I'm guessing a fag son wouldn't go over too well with him either. My mom would go along with whatever the program was, but I just couldn't deal with the look that I knew would be in her eyes. Do I seem weak? Yeah, in a way I do to me, too. At the time, I didn't really know much about being a gay person. I had no gay friends and all of my gay sex activity had been limited to jacking off to Internet porn stuff, and now I had moved to a really rural area where I couldn't imagine finding many gay people out here. Yeah, I know, it sounds like I was hiding, and I guess I was in a way.

My first summer at the farm was glorious. I loved doing the physical stuff that's needed to maintain any kind of farm setting and that was part of the rental. They cut the monthly rental quite a bit if I would maintain the buildings and not nickel and dime them to death, which I loved doing anyway. I'd been used to a lot of physical activity in the Army and it felt great to me. Tramping through the woods and doing whatever the fuck I wanted to do was definitely my way of living.

My house and what was left of the original farm sat on a low hill. Walking down off the hill soon brought you to a woods loaded with oak trees, some maple, and lots of scrub. Someone long before me had worn a path through the woods down to the stream where I was headed this morning.

As I approached the stream, I saw that someone was already fishing it. Now this stream is big enough for two guys to work, so I went to the bank and called to him, "Sir! Would it be okay if I joined you?"

Well, the guy turned and started to say something when all of a sudden his feet went right out from under him, then he's like ass over bucket into the stream! I start wading toward him with the idea that I'll help him if he needs it and he's like back on the surface sputtering for air. So he's gasping for air, trying to get his footing, and I'm reaching for him because the water is about three feet deep and I figure he could drown if he doesn't get up. Then he looks at my hand, up at face, and damn, if he doesn't go down again. Well, now I'm really worried about the guy drowning, so I steady myself, reach down, grab him, and just lift the guy up and start carrying him to shore. I figure if I set him down on anything less than dry land the dudes a goner.

I swear that up until this point I didn't have gay thought number one in my head, but now I'm beginning to notice that this gasping, sputtering, squirming guy is kind of cute. That is, in a totally disorganized, clumsy, befuddled sort of way. What I'm looking at is a guy about 5'8" tall, maybe 145 pounds, gorgeous black hair that is now all over the place, and green eyes that are like emeralds. I know - emeralds; corny, but that's what went through my head. At this point, I'm also thinking he's maybe thirty years old, and since the gym shorts he's wearing are now all wet and clingy, he's showing a pretty nice dick. Anyway, he's been trying to form actual words since I picked him up and he's getting near to doing it, so I figure I'd better put him down and I do.

He's looking up at me with those gorgeous green eyes and says. "You scared the fucking shit out of me!"

I hunker down in front of him. "Man you scared the shit out of me, too. I thought you were about to kill yourself in that stream. Sure you're okay?" I reach out and touch a spot of blood on his forehead. Now why the fuck did I do that … how gay is that?

Out of the corner of my eye I watch him follow my hand as it moves towards his forehead, but he doesn't move away, he just watches. "Must have banged your head a bit. Sure you're okay?" He then ducks his head a bit like maybe he's embarrassed and says, "I feel like an idiot. You know I'm not usually this klutzy." Then he looks up at me smiling shyly and all of a sudden I'm feeling something that I've never felt before.

In these few seconds and for no damn reason at all, this guy has become the center of my world. It's like with a camera when you've focused in on one object and everything else is kind of hazy. I'm staring into those eyes and someone please shoot me in the fucking head because those eyes are holding me and it's like I could fall into them. He's still smiling up at me and, hell for all I know, he could even be talking - as for me, I'm still falling into those eyes. Suddenly I just sit back on my butt in the sand still staring at this dude and he's beginning to look a little worried.

"I'm David." He's holding out his hand to me and I take it.

"I'm Mark." Well, at least I can still talk. His hand is a lot smaller than mine, but it feels warm and good; and God could I please hold it forever?

"I guess I should thank you for saving my life." He's half kidding and half serious.

"That's okay. It was my pleasure." Stupid fucking thing to say … idiot!

"Mark?" He's smiling a lot now.

"Huh?" Bright, really bright.

"Do you want to keep my hand or can I have it back?" God I want to kiss him.

"Oh shit! I'm really sorry. I guess we're both a little klutzy today." I let go of his hand slowly, and he pulls it away slowly.

He's still staring at me, but he's regained his composure, and now he's more in control. More in control than me anyway, and I'm thinking that he's got the prettiest legs, although with all that black hair maybe pretty is the wrong word. Then he's just smiling like he's just asked me a question and maybe he did, but I didn't hear it and I shake my head because I have to snap out of this.

"I'm sorry, did you say something?" Because I'm falling in love with you and can't get my ears to work. Fuck, I hope that I just thought that and didn't say it.

"I just asked if you were new. I haven't seen you around." He was doing that head-ducking thing again and absentmindedly tearing blades of grass out of the ground.

"I rented the place on top of that hill." I pointed in the general direction of my house. He nods his head like he knows where it is, and we don't say anything for a minute. Then he says, "You know, the fishing totally sucks today. I brought some sandwiches along and a couple of beers. Would you like some lunch as a saving my life thank you?"

He kept looking at the ground and then back at me like he was unsure of my reaction.

"I'd like that a lot." I said. I could still feel the stupid grin on my face, but just couldn't seem to get it to go away.

"Well," he said, "I've got my blanket laid out over there." He pointed to a little clearing just back in the woods a bit. He stood up and turned around while brushing sand and grass off his body. When he bent over to brush off his legs and gave me a look at that butt I knew that I had to have my cock in that ass. While walking over to the clearing he turned and smiled at me, and of course tripped and went head first into a bush. Good Lord, this boy needs watching! I helped him up and was helping him brush himself off. He looked up at me while I was brushing twigs out of his hair and I thought 'Well, fuck it!' and took his face in my hands and slowly brought my lips down to his. Thank God, he closed his eyes and parted his mouth slightly. We kissed deeply as I sucked his tongue into my mouth. David began making little moaning noises and I lifted him up and he wrapped his legs around my waist while I walked with him over to the blanket. I gently laid him on his back and lay down on top of him, letting my arms bear my weight. We kissed for several minutes, then I pulled back and stroked his hair while staring into those emerald green eyes.

David was searching my face and said, "Where the fuck did you come from?"

I bent down and started licking his ear. "Hmmm, live up on the hill."

"No, now wait a minute." He stammered. "I need to know something about you."

He was pushing at my chest, but he wasn't making much progress. At 6'4" and 195 pounds I was just a lot bigger than he was. Most of that weight was in the form of muscle, thanks to the Army, but he had this cute worried look on his face, and even though I had my knees between his legs and an eight inch dick that now felt like steel, he had to want me or it wasn't going to happen. So as much as I hated to, I lay down next to him with my head propped up on my hand. Damn, he was cute, and despite the fact that he wanted more info I could see that he had a hardon, too, so I ran my hand over it and gave it a little squeeze.

"No. Don't do that." He pushed my hand off of his crotch, but didn't move it any further away than the top of his thigh. He kept glancing down at it as I was making little circles with the tip of my finger.

"How," he said, "did you know that I was gay? Do I have like a fucking sign on my forehead?" He put his hand over mine to stop the circling. "If you keep that up, I'm gonna shoot in my jock. My God! How many hands do you have anyway?" He scooted away from me a bit.

"Geez, David, I didn't mean to come on this strong. Actually, I've never had any gay contact with anyone, unless you count jacking off with Internet cam guys." He was staring at me, his black hair had fallen down over his forehead and he had the longest fucking eyelashes and then there were those green eyes. I rolled over onto my back so that I didn't have to look into those eyes or I'd never get this said. "I don't have a clue, David. When I fished you out of the stream and was carrying you to the shore, you were squirming around in my arms and you had this wild look in your eyes. Do you realize how beautiful your eyes are? Anyway, something happened. I guess I just fell in love with you." He was still staring at me, but his eyes had softened. "Up until now I've never believed in love at first sight, but that's what happened." I rolled over and looked at him. "At least I think that's what happened, fuck, I don't know." I reached out and touched his knee. "Like I said, I'm really new to this, but I knew that I couldn't pass up the chance. For some reason, suddenly you just meant too much to me." I gave him my biggest smile. "Look, I know it's stupid, but you did say you're gay, so at least I wasn't hitting on a straight guy. And besides, you kissed me back." He smiled, oh goddamn!

He came over and knelt down next to me. "Mark, it's just that you took me by storm. I mean I did think for a while there that I was going to drown and then this big hunk of a guy picks me up like nothing and carries me to the shore and starts kissing me." He looked up at the sky and laughed. "By the way, for a guy with no experience you do that pretty well. And well, the reason that I kept tripping over myself is because I do that almost every time I'm around a hot guy." He ducked his head and was looking at me sheepishly. "I am a klutz. At least I am when I'm around guys like you."

I sat up and looked directly into those eyes. "You mean you like the way I look? I mean, you could be attracted to me?"

"Mark," he said, "have you ever looked in a mirror?"

I felt really embarrassed and I'm sure that I was blushing. "Well," I said, "I mean I know that I'm not ugly or anything, but nothing like you." I reached out and touched the side of his face, he didn't flinch. "You're gorgeous," I said quietly. He had the most beautiful mouth and he parted his lips slightly. I put my hand behind his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Then we were just touching foreheads. "David, you have to tell me what to do." I said. "I only want to make you happy, but, well, just tell me what you need."

"You've never had sex with a man?" He asked.

"No," I said, "I mean I'm not a virgin. I've been with women." He looked at me oddly.

"Obviously," I said, "that didn't work out." Then I started kissing him again.

"Well," he said, "in a way it's basically the same thing." He pulled his tee shirt up over his head and let it drop to the blanket. He seemed to hesitate a moment and then stood up and pulled off his shorts and jock in one movement. Then he just stood there.

I leaned back on my elbows. "David, please come here."

He walked over and sat down straddling my lap facing me, his dick standing almost straight up. His hands were holding very tight to my shoulders like he was nervous or afraid. Then he started to cry. No warning, nothing, just sobbing. My heart felt like it was turning over in my chest and I pulled him tight to my chest.

"Oh, David, don't cry, oh, God, please don't cry. We don't have to do anything. Just please, David, don't cry." I was overwhelmed with a desire to protect this man. I stroked his hair and said. "Is it something I said or did?" He shook his head no, but he was still crying. "I don't fucking know why I'm crying, Mark." His head was tucked under my chin. "But it's not because you did anything." I was rocking him gently. "It's just, well, I've waited so long and then there you were. It was like a fucking dream come true, then I was crying and, shit, I'm just an asshole."

I was gently holding his head against my chest with my hand. "This is not exactly the best place on the planet to be gay," he said, "in case you hadn't noticed." He was sniffling now, but the great wave of emotion had passed. "I wouldn't be here myself if my grandfather hadn't left me the land and the money to build a house on it. But the only gay activity is at the rest area up on the interstate highway and the cops watch it like a hawk, trying to entrap guys, so I don't go there." He was pressed as tightly to my body as he could get and he felt frightened to me, not just nervous, but frightened of something, something more than meeting another gay guy.

"David," I said, "I want to make love to you. Or rather I want us to make love together, but I don't want to take advantage of you. I don't want to catch you at some emotional low point just so I can just get my rocks off." I was still holding his head and slowly rubbing his back. I couldn't feel his hardon anymore pressing into my stomach, so I guess he had gone soft, but he was basically sitting on my dick and there was absolutely no chance that it was going soft with him sitting on it.

"Mark, I wouldn't let you take advantage of me." He'd pulled away from my chest and was looking directly into my eyes. He smiled. "I'm sitting naked on your lap of my own free will, and because I'm horny as a toad." He looked very serious. "God, tell me you're not a bottom, cause if I don't get fucked soon I'm going to lose my mind."

I laughed because it was funny and also I was relieved that basically we both wanted the same thing sexually.

"No, David, I'm not a bottom, and horny as a toad is just the condition that I was hoping you'd be in. Has it been a long time, I mean, since your last fuck?"

I was kissing the side of his neck and licking his chin. "Oh God, I love it when you do that," he said. Then he seemed to remember my question and said, "Yeah, its been quite a while, two years maybe, but I've got a small dildo at home that I use to keep from totally losing my mind. Geez," He shook his head. "I've known you for two hours and already I've told you about my dildo. Honest, Mark, I'm not some wanton slut or anything. I mean I don't want you to think that I've fucked half the planet. I've only had sex with maybe five guys in my whole life and only the last two fucked me, but I realized from my experience with them that it's what I like." For the last couple of minutes he was clenching and unclenching his ass around my dick. "Actually", he said, "like is the wrong word. Although I do like it, I really need it."

"I don't suppose you have any condoms with you?" I asked.

"Oh, but I do." He smiled. "Now don't you move, I don't want you running off or anything." He got up and went over to a small leather case laying next to his tackle box. It was the kind of case that was actually issued by the Army for the guys to hold toiletries in and obviously he used it for the same thing. He was holding up a tube that I took to be lube and some rubbers. "If my butt isn't lying to me we're gonna need the large." I had pulled off my shirt and was slipping off my shorts and jock. "You could," I said, "confirm those measurements with your mouth." God my dick loved being free of that jock. It rolled over to the side and then stood up and pointed straight at the sky. He was standing by his tackle box stark naked with his hip cocked to one side. His dick was hard and pointing straight up and it looked to be about 6 or 7 inches and pretty. It was wide at the base and stayed wide until just below the head where it turned to a blunt point. He started moving back toward me with a very fluid motion. I noticed that his chest, abs, and butt were pretty well defined and concluded that he must at least exercise regularly to stay as defined as he was. He had a pretty good suntan and with his black hair, his green eyes were even more striking. After thinking about it, I decided that emeralds were a pretty good analogy. He moved like a dancer or a racehorse in that there was a prance to his step that drew attention to his ass. He had the most beautiful ass I'd ever seen, and in the Army I'd seen plenty. The Army Rangers are some of the most physically fit guys on the planet, well, along with the Navy SEALs, and I figured my point of reference regarding butts was as good as anyone's. I also noticed a few old scars on his back and sides and I figured he at some time in his life had been in an accident. I knew about scars.

When he got back to me, he lay down next to me facing my feet, so that we'd be in a position to sixty-nine. I started to stroke his legs slowly. I didn't want him to think that I was only interested in a quick fuck, because I wasn't. I don't know if it really was love at first sight, but what I was feeling for David was very real and very strong, and I wanted to signal with my actions that I wanted this to be more than just sex. I also knew from what he had told me that he needed sex and soon. I was taking him at his word, but I wanted him to set the pace without goading from me. Then I started thinking that the whole love thing I was laying on him might freak him out as being too much too soon. So, I decided that I was going to cool the love talk and let him set the pace on sex, at least for the time being.

I was rubbing my hands lightly up and down his leg moving closer to his balls, but also running the tips of my fingers through the crack of his butt. He really seemed to like that, but I guessed you would if you needed to be fucked. At the same time he had grabbed my dick and was trying to cram as much of it into his mouth as he could. His left hand was around my dick and his right hand was playing with my balls.

I reached his balls with my right hand and started to go for his dick with my left, but he said. "No, please! If you touch that I'll shoot! Believe me it's all I can do to stop it now." He looked at me kind of plaintively and said. "I'm sorry, I don't usually have this much of a hair trigger, but its been a long time and well…you really turn me on."

By now he was rolling the rubber down my cock and it felt really good as the tight band of latex was rolled down my cock. I was leaking a lot of precum, so there was no need to add lube inside of the condom. When he had that done he stood and straddled my waist and started to lower himself onto my cock, putting his hands on my chest for balance. I held my cock in what seemed to be the appropriate angle and soon the head of my cock touched his asshole. David just made a little sound somewhere between a grunt and a whimper. He stayed like that for about twenty seconds and then I could feel the pressure of his asshole on the end of my dick as he tried to get it to penetrate his ass ring. I felt the pop as it went in him. David's eyes had been closed and his lips clenched shut, but at that he opened his eyes wide and his mouth grimaced. He was beginning to sweat and had a light sheen over his chest and upper arms. He said, "Oh, oh, oh my God." Then he made that little noise again that eventually I would come to consider as the David sound.

His butt was sinking steadily down onto my cock and while it wasn't enough to make me shoot, I could have gotten off easily just by thinking more about what was actually happening. I was trying to concentrate on David and making sure that he wasn't hurting himself. The precum was running off the tip of his dick in a steady stream and making a puddle in my navel. I could feel his butt settling down onto my balls and upper thighs, so I reached forward and started rubbing my thumbs lightly over his nipples.

"Will this be too much for you David?" I asked. I didn't want my touching his nipples to end his fun. The only response I got was, "Anngghh", which I took to mean no it was okay. I knew better than to touch his cock, but really wanted to do more than rub his nipples, so I began to run my hands along his thighs and upper arms. David was just beginning to raise himself an inch or two and then lower himself again, but soon he had a short stroke rhythm going and he said. "Oh wow, this is really great. I didn't think that I'd be able to take it all, but I did. Man that is one great cock you've got! I feel like the head is somewhere up around my liver."

I said, "Babe, you look really hot riding my cock. I think maybe that's where my dick is meant to be."

"Oh yeah," he said, "Oh yeah." But I took that to be an indication of the physical sensation of finally having a dick up his butt again rather than any relationship comment.

He whipped his head from side to side to throw off the sweat that was getting in his eyes and he steadily increased the depth of stroke he was taking. Soon he was lifting himself up about six inches and slowly dropping himself down. After a couple minutes of this, I started moving my hips up to meet his dropping butt and the first time I did it his head flew back and he made the David sound again. Generally he was making a very steady "unnhh unnhh" sound over and over again, only if I pumped my hips up too hard would he make the David sound. Somehow when you're watching a guy doing this, and he's this deeply into it, it seems like you're seeing something very unveiled about him. I felt like I was looking into David's soul, or at least some part of it. So far everything that I saw only made me want him more and not just in a sexual way, although that was a big part of it. I started thinking about how my dick was actually penetrating David's body and how we were being bound together by this physical act of fucking. Thinking like that seemed to trigger the beginning stages of my orgasm and I told David. "Man, I'm getting close."

He looked down at me. "Whenever you start cumming, just grab my dick and I'll shoot."

He smiled at me. When I felt my orgasm beginning to explode in his butt I sat up straight, grabbed his dick, and shoved my tongue into his mouth all at the same time. He was screaming the David sound into my mouth and I felt his cum hitting the bottom of my chin.

I was holding myself upright and holding onto David with my abs doing most of the work and pretty soon they needed relief. I lay back down, pulling David with me so that his chest was resting on mine with my still stiff dick lodged in his ass. David was sweating heavily and it was mingling with the load of cum he had shot between us. His body was jerking every few seconds with aftershocks of his orgasm, I was kissing the top of his sweaty head, my left hand held the back of his neck and my right was slowly rubbing his back. I wanted him to know that this was not just a quick fuck thing for me and the next few minutes were critical to establishing that, and I was trying to gentle him with my stroking and keep him calm.

"You were wonderful." I said softly to him. "I'm glad my first time was with you."

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