by TA (Terry)
My plane was just landing, literally just touching down on the tarmac, it was 9:13 p.m. and I was one tired guy. I had been gone for one week. I'd 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 stood David, dressed in tan shorts and a red polo shirt looking as 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. As soon as we were in the car I shoved my tongue down his throat. It was a miracle that I could live one day without him next to me. God, how I missed him, especially 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 cried with the joy of it. On the way home David went on and 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."
"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 need 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, turned and dove in, barely making a wave, 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… 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 by now I'd be used to his being right.
I surface within a foot of David. "Wow, this 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, 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 other end of the pool." David dove under water toward the other end of the pool.
We swam and played in the water for a while and then David pulled me out and got me to lie on my stomach on a padded mat 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 warm hand around it and slowly stroked it.
Pulling it into a vertical position, David then lowered himself onto it.
"Ahhhh… oh, that feels so good!" David moaned with his head 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."
"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 will." David picked up his tempo and within thirty seconds it was over.
I had speeded up my thrusting and started concentrating on David's butt. I shot almost as soon as he did.
"Oh fuck, David!" Every muscle in my body that had been tensed was now relaxed.
After I caught my breath, I said, "Come here, you little fucker." I pulled David down onto my chest, 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 lying 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 lying 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 tried to wrestle 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, 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." He grinned. "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 in between the cool, crisp sheets, I laid on my left side and held up the sheet for David, who slid in and pressed his back and butt 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 playing with my dick.
I kissed the back of his neck and ran my hand down his arm. "Love you."
"Me, too, you."
Monday morning after a most satisfying round of sex, David rolled in my arms until he was facing me and 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, baby."
"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 just did it doggy style." We both laughed - apparently Joe wasn't amused.
I got out of bed and grabbed David's hand, pulled him up and slapped his butt. "I'll start the coffee, 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, as I was scrubbing David's back, he said, "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 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, 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 emerald 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'll miss you if you don't."
He laid his head on my chest and I wrapped my arms around him. "Count on it."
"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 he could have this guy as a roommate. So I guess that's a maybe."
"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."
After finishing the reports, Frank said, "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's legal."
I wasn't completely sold on that, but was inclined to leave it alone. What I think 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. "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?" Hell, 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 stalls had doors and walls that went practically to the floor. The doors had about a three inch clearance and the walls an inch or less, just enough for water to flow out of them when the staff cleaned them.
David was just stuffing his dick back into his pants when I grabbed his arm and pulled him into a stall. He looked totally confused.
"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, with 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 whispered, "Wait, I thought I heard someone!"
"Oh fuck, why did you pull me in here?" It was more mime than whispering.
I pulled 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, then 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, but the panic tone was out of his voice and when I reached around for his dick it was harder than I ever remembered it being.
I put the head of my dick at his asshole and pushed in steadily. 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 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, held it open and jerked off into his mouth. He was looking up at me with a dazed look in his eyes. After I shot into his mouth, he closed it and swallowed, but afterwards 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, tucked his shirt in, pulled his pants up and zipped them, 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, baby, I gotta run."
When I got back to the office there was an email waiting for me from David. It said, "Fucker!"
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?"
When David turned and looked at me with 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 him, 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, took his face in my hands and kissed him. "God, I 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 sticking up at a 45 degree angle. I bent it down with my finger and let it snap back. "You know, you've already gotten off twice today."
David glanced down at his cock, then looked up, 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 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. 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.
"You betcha. Whatdya want? Cabernet? Merlot?"
I thought. "Oh…doesn't matter… either, but 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 potatoes, asparagus, and big mushrooms that had been marinated in olive oil and balsamic vinegar, 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 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.
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.