Date: Fri, 19 Aug 2016 20:37:25 -0700
From: daddyrob2@hushmail.com
Subject: Good Bodyguard

The phone rang and began to dance about on the kitchen table with a buzzing
undertone. Bern grabbed it up glancing at the caller I.D.: work. "Hi, it's
me, live and in-person".

     "Hey, buddy. It's Cal. I've got a sweet gig for you. Saturday, high
roller, towing in with himself, nanny, kid, and his own chef. Needs a
couple of shadows; one for himself and one for the nanny and kid. Could be
a few days. Depends on how well he plays. I've got Freddy for the
guy. How's about you take on the remainder?"

     "Sounds good". Bern had already made his way to the computer. As Cal
gave the particulars the data was entered. As it unfolded he began to run
scenarios through his mind. In typical Bern style he was already on the
job.

     Bern was a power-house of a man. Full running back in college he had
been scouted for the NFL but he had another career in mind and his degree
in police sciences gave him the boost to get into the FBI. Being accepted
had been the proudest moment of his life. Year after year he moved where
directed, began to use his analytical gifts, and moved up and into
behavioral analytics. Then the big league. Case after case, many high
profile, Bern saw the aftermath of twisted minds: the bodies, the
degradation, the unbelievable stench. He rode it out another five years
before he met the case that quashed his dream. He only ever referred to it
as the case. It was enough. If more was mentioned then the nightmares might
begin again.

     So what does an ex agent do for work? He becomes a gun-toting,
suit-wearing body guard. Presenting himself at the agency downtown they
were impressed with his hulking presence and great background checks and he
was impressed with the huge payoff. Bern loved the usually calm pace (the
famous had their own challenges) and all the perks that come with the
rich. And, sweetest of all, there was no travelling. Client came in, was
met at the airport (usually), was informed of how his itinerary had been
synced with Berns' expertise, and was covered until he departed. Sweet, few
complications, and often several days off between gigs. Bern had a modest
home with a mortgage easily handled, one he could not have afforded as an
agent, a decent car, and a good solid group of friends. If there was
anything missing he coped with it. Why pick when the bush was this rife? If
he didn't have it all, he had most of it.

     On the day Bern and Freddy met the entourage at the airport. Mr Fields
was a friendly kind of guy, happy face, big smile, toting his kid in his
arms. Darcy, too, sported a winner of a grin. Even the nanny, Ms Walsh,
beamed as she brought up the rear. Freddy snorted, "Oh, geeze, it's the
fucking Von Trappes".

     As Freddy laid out the basics everone was ushered into the limo. The
chef had arrived on an earlier flight much to Berns' annoyance. "We have to
be kept in the loop on any changes. He should have been met by us".

     "He's the chef. Darcy has a peanut allergy. You're mostly hired to
keep my son safe. I lost his mother a couple of years ago". Glancing at the
blonde kid he uttered, "It was more than enough loss in a
lifetime". Turning to Bern he steeled his voice, suddenly the sweet face
took on a menacing visage. "No more".

     Bern nodded slowly. Then offered his confirming half smile which
relaxed his client. Bern liked the guy; solid priorities. And the boy was
curious and alert and solidly secure. Yup, this Mr Fields was solid.

     The hotel suite was massive; bigger than Berns' three bedroom
bungalow. Ornately adorned, it sported six bedrooms with its own bathroom,
separate living, dining, and kitchen. There was a professional looking bar
and a ballroom with a full white grand piano. Ms Walsh saw to the bags
being slightly peeved that neither bodyguard would assist. Freddy
explained: "We have one job. We are always armed. Hands must always be
free. We never tote, fetch, or lug". She may have been ticked but the chef,
Ray, burst out into uproarious laughter. Freddy sidled, "The other Von
Trappe".

      After their lunch a tour about town was on the agenda. The limo
toured through the upper shopping districts which prompted Mr Fields to
order a stop and the entourage walked with Freddy at eleven o'clock of
Fields and Bern at five behind Walsh. Bern enjoyed the family outing. Darcy
being a typical kid wanted that laptop or this toy or that sweet or a new
phone. "Gee, daddy, it has GPS". And Fields was unrelenting if not
amused. "So where will you go - Outer Mongolia? You've got a phone". "You
have a desktop. What do ya need a laptop for? Planning on taking a
meeting?" "No sweets. You just ate". "You are not getting that. I'm not
made of money, honey". And both Fields had the same kind of rolling
laugh. Even Freddy cracked a grin or two.

     After the evening meal Freddy and Mr Fields went in their way. As
Darcy was given his bath Ray chatted amiably with Bern. And Ray proved to
be a fountain of information. Fields was a tech genius who had made his
fortune in electronic parts. Now the patents allowed the dough to roll
in. Lots of jealousy in the industry and even more regular people looking
for hand outs with their oh-so-sad stories. Walsh was single and had been
with them for about four months. The others never stayed too long - too
much travelling. Darcy had the allergy but otherwise was a regular kid. Ray
had been with the Fields for ten years. As Ray gabbed Bern took in any
nugget that might prove useful.

     The next few days were more of the same. The basic routine was in
play: breakfast, sightseeing, back for lunch, more sightseeing, dinner,
Fields and Freddy off downstairs to the casino, Darcy bath and bed. Then
Fields came back, either happy or not, and everyone in bed. Freddy and Bern
split couch duties - one night Freddy got the couch and Bern the room, the
next it was reversed. The couch was comfortable enough but there was never
a deep sleep, especially with a hot gun tucked in quick grasping reach.

      Then came Wednesday night...

      Bern was laying back on the couch as Freddy gave the signal before
allowing Fields to open the door and enter.

     Fields was grinning. "You boys want a drink?"

     Bern nodded. "Go ahead, Freddy. I've got this". But his partner
declined. Neither was a drinker. Even wine at dinner would have been
unusual. As Cal always said: "Show me a B.G. who can pack it away and I'll
show you a dead client". A drink at the wrong time could get a guy fired.

     After a round of chit-chat the two men headed off letting Bern lay
back to doze. He pondered the life the Fields lived. It was summer so Darcy
wasn't in school. He wondered if the kid went to school or was
tutored. Probably not. Fields was a good father. Most likely a day
school. Let the kid have friends, peers to gang with. Yeah, nice life. And
so young still. Fuck, he had a cute smile. Nice green
eyes. Big. Open. Taking in the world. Jesus, he was a heart breaker.

     Bern turned on his side. No point thinking like this or he'd never get
to sleep. At least not without release. Bern grinned. How long had it been
since he'd even done that? Five, maybe six, days. Okay, don't think about
it. Count sheep or bullets or...

     The slight noise alerted his adrenaline. Still with a forced steady
breathing his ears began to detect. Hushed voice. Female. Slight rustling
of cloth. Getting closer. Far end of couch. Three o'clock of his feet. Time
now: close to two-thirty. Soft female murmurs.

      Then he heard: "But it's so late". That was Darcys' whisper. Hand
under the cushion. A grip in the handle. Swift slide out and he was up, gun
drawn on the kid and the nanny. She was dressed in slacks and runners - not
a good sign for this miss priss. The wide-eyed of fear gave her away.

      "Talk".

      She stared at the cold steel then the even colder eyes. She sputtered
several starts but gave up trying. She was frozen.

      "Darcy. Behind me. Now".

      The boy still confused by this change of game ran and stood behind
Bern. With his hands holding onto the back loops of the bodyguards belt he
poked his head around. Boy, did Miss Walsh ever look strange.

     "The piece doesn't move til you talk".

     She stared. She shifted her weight but froze when she heard a soft
warning of "don't". Walsh tried to breathe.

      "Agent".

      The sudden boom of Berns' voice caused her to jump. Then Freddy
appeared in T-shirt and boxers, gun drawn and raised at his partners
quarry.

       "I got her".

       Bern slipped the piece inside the back of his pant waist, pushed the
kid further back, and quickly moved in. Pulling her wrist she was spun
before the other was grabbed and both yanked up her back.

      "Ow! You're hurting!"

      "Talk". He pulled the cuffs from his front pocket and she was
manacled.

      Staring at Freddy she stammered out her pitiful tale of an abusive
boyfriend, she was forced into this, she liked the kid, blah, blah,
blah. Both men had heard it all before.

      "She's clean", Bern said after a rough pat down. He nodded to Freddy
who lowered his gun. "Get the boss".





The next day started much later for the Fields. The guards were up with Ray
who'd missed the excitement. Even in his horrified state he pulled together
a winner of a breakfast. The Fields got up in time for lunch. The
conversation was dotted with references to Walsh, the police, the kidnap
plot but the mister would then steer the conversation towards happier
thoughts if only for the kids sake.

     The afternoon at the zoo was fine but both Freddy and Bern were
sensitive to Mr Fields constant anxiety. It would take days to calm the
fear away.

     Dinner was done and Freddy and client headed downstairs. He called
twice in the first hour just to check on his son.

     "Come on". Darcy tugged at Berns' meaty fingers.

     Bern grinned. "What do you think you're doing?"

     "Bath time".

     Bern stared then laughed. "All right, little man.  Bath time".

     Darcy let out a howl of laughter as he was flung over one of the bears
shoulders. Giggling he flew backwards with arms stretched out before
him. He was plunked down on his bathroom floor. As Bern set to filling the
tub Darcy undressed.

     "Do you like warm or hot?" Bern asked feeling the gushing water.

     "I never thought about it. The nanny's just fill it and I get in". He
mulled it over. "How hot does it get?"

      "Don't worry. I won't scald you".

      "Ready".

      Bern looked over his shoulder before slowly turning about on his
knees. He eyed the boy over quickly but making notes. Pale skin, small
nips, lightly colored, inny navel, small dick, cut, small scrotum, knobby
knees but well proportioned thighs and calves. He reached under the kids
armpits and hovered the dangling feet above the water. "I'll go slow and
you let me know if it's too hot". He saw the toes slowly submerge. "Okay?"

     "Okay".

     Bern looked in front and found he was staring at the kids crotch. For
a moment he stopped, caught himself, then brought the kid down. Letting go
he watched Darcy sit in the water. "Well?"

     "It's good, fine". Darcy reached for his boats. As he played Bern sat
on the toilet lid. "I never had a guy nanny before".

     "Still don't. Guess you'll get a new one when you get back home. For
now my duties have expanded not changed".

     Darcy looked up with a beaming smile. "I think you'd make a good
nanny".

     Bern sat up with his own grin. "How's that?"

     "The bath is perfect". Darcy lifted the bar of soap. "Here. You can
wash me now".





Bern sat back on the couch nursing a cola. At least the little fucker was
finally asleep. And when the guys returned he headed off to bed.

     As he slowly soaped his hirsute chest he remembered the feel of the
lads flesh. The muscles, the softness of the skin. The firmness of the
bubble butt...

     Bern was surprised by the firmness of his own erection. Between the
soap and the pulse of the shower it was a healthy slow and troubled
climax. At least now he'd sleep deep.

      And during the night he felt the need for another release. As he
reached the point of no return he softly groaned the kids name.





Another day followed and then on the next Mr Fields announced a change of
plans. "I'm going to San Fransisco for the afternoon. I'll be back about
noon tomorrow. Fred, you come with, Bern you watch my son".

    "But I wanna go", Darcy complained.

    "Nope. Business. You'll be better off here. I'll be back around this
time tomorrow".

     Bern was non-plussed but for twenty four hours he was willing to play
nanny-bodyguard. Darcy grinned at Bern and Bern smirked back. He knew what
the monster was thinking.

      Bern took Darcy to an afternoon matinee and a stroll through the
park. He rented a paddle pontoon so they could tour the small lake. Bern
loved the way the kid laughed. And Darcy got the bright idea of going for a
swim so Bern picked up a bathing suit before they headed back to the hotel.

     Once dinner was done they both donned their suits, wearing them under
shorts and tanks they headed to the fifth floor swimming pool. In the
change room Bern took a locker which he charged to the room.

     Darcy stared in awe as Bern revealed his muscular physique. The boy
had never seen a man of such stature. Bern looked like a god. When he
closed the locker and grinned down at Darcy the kid felt giddy. This
mountain of a man was his bodyguard. His alone.

     They swam and splashed in the crowded pool, laughing in their
horseplay. They had so much fun that they played until it closed at ten.

     "Guess I don't need a bath after all that swimming", Darcy grinned.

     "Nice try. You gotta get rid of the chlorine and God knows what else".

     As Bern filled the tub the kid reluctantly submitted to his nightly
bath and stripped. By himself he climbed into the tub sitting as the water
rose.

     "You should get in the bath, too, and clean off the gunk".

     "Not going to happen". Bern chuckled at the lads chagrine. "I'll
shower after you go to bed".

     "But you could fit in here. I don't take up much room".

     "No, you don't. But that's not going to happen. If you have a bath
with someone maybe it should be your dad. Have you ever asked him?"

     "Daddy? Do you think he would?"

     "Don't know. Only one way to find out".

     "What if he says no or gets mad?"

     "Nothing to get mad about and a no is just a no. At least you tried."

     Darcy pondered that for awhile. "If he won't will you then?"

     Bern laughed. "See to your dad first."

     Darcy spent the next day planning his strategy. But the move happened
at dinner when the boy asked his father to stay home and much to his
delight his father agreed.

     "Come on, daddy. Bath time." Darcy led his father into his
bathroom. He began to strip as the water was adjusted by his dad. "What did
you do in San Francisco?"

     "Hmm? Oh, just business stuff. What did you get up to?" He listened as
his son regaled him with full details. "Sounds like you had a good time
with Bern."

     "Yeah, he's nice." Darcy put his arms about the kneeling mans
shoulders. "But it's more fun when you're there."

     Fields held his naked son. "I try to be there as often as I can but i
do have to look into my business every now and then". He lifted the lad
into the tub. "Now you play and get clean." He steered one of the boats as
his boy manoeuvred the other. "Don't go so far back. I can't reach", he
chuckled.

     "You could if you got in", Darcy grinned mischievously.

     "Think so, hunh?"

     "Why don't you?" Then he spoke excitedly. "Yeah. Come on, daddy. Get
in. Let's play boats together".

     Fields let his fingers wade. He looked at his happy son. "You really
want me to?"

     "Yeah. It'll be fun!"

     Fields pushed back from the tub. Standing he began to undo his shirt.

     Darcy clapped "yeah" as his dad closed the bathroom door then toed his
shoes off. He watched with a big grin as the shirt came off then the socks
and pants. Without hesitation the shorts were slipped down and off. His
daddy wasn't hairy like Bern except for his big bush. As the man climbed
into the deep end Darcy said innocently, "you're really big, hunh?"

     "Not really. Just compared to you. There are guys lots bigger than
me".

     Darcy handed over a boat. "Here. You can skipper this one". And they
played their own version of battleship. As the game petered out Fields
soaped his sons chest and shoulders. "You wash me better than anyone,
daddy".

     "Well, maybe it's because I love you better than anyone." His soapy
hands washed the tummy. Then he slid the soap over the boys submerged
sex. He marvelled at their small perfection.

     "That feels good, daddy", Darcy said softly.

     "I can tell", he grinned. His fingers danced on the little
hard-on. "Every guy likes to have his dink played with".

     Darcy looked at his handsome father's face. "Even you?"

     Fields half-smirked, "oh, especially me". He planted a light kiss on
the pert nose. "Do you want to try?"

     Without further ado, Darcy plunged his hands down and began to feel
his dad's cock and balls. "You feel so big!"

     "No. I'm pretty average. You'll probably be about my size when you
grow up. See even now as hard as it is it's only about six inches or so".

     "Feels really big to me!"

     "Yeah, I guess it does". Fields rose out of the water on his knees. He
watched the boy fondle his proud hard-on. "I have to admit, your small
hands make my cock look gigantic". He petted his sons head. "I've had
enough bath time. Let's get out of here".

      As the water drained Fields dried his son then himself. He put PJs on
the boy then plodded down the hall naked, clothes bundled in one arm and
his free hand holding his sons. The door was locked shut then the bundle
tossed to the floor. The night table lamp was on. Fields pulled back the
covers.

     "Whee!" Darcy squealed as he was lifted and dropped on the
bed. Laughing the kid rolled over. He looked up to see his father gripping
his hard-on. "Can we still play?"

     "You better believe it". Lifting Darcy to his feet the pyjamas were
removed. "Much better". His fingers fondled the young sex. "You've gotta
nice pair of ballys, son. Very nice".

     Darcy was laid down as Fields climbed in beside him. They both began
to grab at each other's dicks.

     "Your hands feel so good, son. I've been dreaming of this for a long
time".

     "You mean playing like this?"

     "Well, that, too".  Fields pecked his sons lips. "But that's only a
small part of it backed up by lots of love and need". He pulled the boy
into his arms, hugging him fiercely. "It is time for you to take your
rightful place beside daddy". He sniffed the boys hair. "Oh, I do love
you. And I want to show you how much".





Bern and Freddy played cards. The Fields only seemed to emerge for
meals. It was fine with the bodyguards. A nice easy gig. After a few days
Fields and the kid were finally ready to get out of the hotel. The four
took a sightseeing tour on a bus then stopped at every store they could
find including a jewelry store where father and son bought matching rings
and watches. They seemed to be lost in their own private world though there
was still plenty of laughter between them.

     Freddy once again accompanied his boss on a two night stay in San
Francisco leaving a moping Darcy behind. Bern soon pulled the kid out of
his funk. They found an arcade and spent the better part of the day
there. And after dinner and a couple of sitcoms they were once more in the
bathroom.

     As Bern drew the water he asked, "how was your dad doing?"

     "Busy but he misses me. He's getting me a new phone for me as a
present".

     "Nice".

     The boy climbed in. "Will you come in, too?"

     "No, I don't think so".

     "Daddy said it was alright".

     Bern cocked his head. "What do you mean?"

     "I asked daddy since he wasn't here if you could have a bath with me
and he said it was up to me but he was okay with it".

     "He did, hunh?"

     "No, really he did. I promise. Now he has bath time with me every
night". The child radiated happiness.

     Bern grinned. "See. I was right. All you had to do was ask him. I'll
bet he enjoys it as much as you".

     "More" and the kid broke into a million giggles.

     Bern stood. He pulled his belt free before unbuckling. "Okay, little
man, I'm diving in".

     Darcy watched with undiluted admiration as the hulk disrobed. The lad
was fascinated by the large biceps, packed chest, and ribbed abs. But the
cock was something to behold. Much larger than daddies it hung low and far
with silky purplish knob that was also plump. The dick practically hid the
big hairy nutsack. And as he climbed in and sat in the shallower end the
whole set swung heavily. Darcy grinned in open admiration. "You're so much
bigger than daddy".

     Bern laughed. "Maybe so but he loves you more".

     Boldly Darcy crawled further up between the splayed legs. He stared at
the sunken treasure. "Can I touch?"

     Bern rested his arms on the shelfs of the tub. "Not sure you should".

     Darcy wore a look of sheer anticipation. "Pretty please".

     "Do you touch your dad's?" When the kid blushed deeply the man
grinned. "Thought so. Go for it, kid. I'm all yours".

     What surprised Darcy most was the hefty weight of it. As he squeezed
the cock with slow deliberate intent rose up fatter and stronger than he
could have imagined. His hands by themselves were too small to grasp fully
so both hands were used to pull up and down Berns' pole.

     "That feels so good, baby". He closed his eyes as the lad explored
every part of the body before him. Those small hands roamed over every
curve and hairy bump until the water cooled. "Darcey? Why don't we drop
this bath and have us some real guy fun?"



Bern gentley lay the boy down. His hands soothed over small frame. Fingers
tweaked the nipples and played in the bellybutton. They felt the thin chest
and tummy and felt the strong thighs. Carefully he spread the legs allowing
his fingers to trail up the inner thighs. Bern lowered his body down
lifting the legs over his shoulders. His eyes watched lustfully as fingers
fondled and pulled at the tiny peas and the pencil dick. The oh-so-soft
flesh of the small bag made his heart thunder.

     His face lowered. Nearer and nearer until his tongue lapped at the
boyballs. They bounced and rolled over his tender tongue. The boys sighs
encouraging the exploring tongue. Light nibbles teased the balls before the
prick assault. The warmth moved easily over his slightly parted lips until
he reached the tiny knob. With the tongue moistening the head he began to
suck. The pricklet throbbed and wavered as he suckled. Then lowering his
jaw he scooped in the balls to now suckle the boy package.

     Darcy sighed as his body was enveloped in a man's desire for
him. Fingers combed through Berns' thinning hair as he experienced a new
kind of blowjob.

     Releasing his treasure the legs were pushed up the boys body allowing
his tongue to find the sweet hole. The prodding tip sourced the rim
teasingly. As he darted against the sweetness he could taste a sore
rawness. Bern grinned as he thought lucky daddy. With force the tongue slid
into the raw vessel coating the boy in sweet spit.

     As Darcy felt his legs find the bed he opened his eyes to see Berns'
rugged face hovering above his own. "That was good", he sighed.

     "I think your daddy has poked your virginity away. Your boyhole tastes
a little tender. Does daddy fuck you?"

     Darcy smiled shyly.

     "Do you want to suck some fat cock?"

     The lad grinned. As Bern rolled onto his back Darcy quickly scooted
over grasping the hefty meat. Laying his head on the hairy abs his tongue
flicked about the swollen knob. The heat was amazing. The little tongue
flitted about the piss slit coaxing for the juice Darcy had come to
crave. Bern wasn't as juicy as daddy but it was awfully big. The boy had to
really stretch just to get half of the knob in his mouth.

     "Oh, fuck, sweety. You've got a great mouth. Suck my fat cock,
baby. Take care of me".

     The boy sucked greedily mounting the pressure as the dribbles of
precum coated his tongue. He wanted more. No matter how he manoeuvred his
mouth could take no more in. He stopped trying and just sucked on what he
could. His tongue flicked as he happily sucked cock.

     "Fuck, baby, that's good. Sweet mouth. You want some German cum, baby?
Would you like that, honey?"

     Bern flipped the boy on his back as he straddled the smooth torso. He
pumped his cock hard as it leaned close to the boys face. "I'm gonna shoot
for you, baby. Gonna get you a load of cum for my sweet young
cocksucker. Yeah, baby, so close. My sweet little cockboy".

     Darcy heard the pants and groans and opened his mouth anxious to taste
cum from a fat cock. The body above began to twitch and rock. Then suddenly
the knob was sitting at his mouth. And the flood began.

     "Take it, baby. Sweet Jesus. My fucking cum... Your mouth... Swallow,
swallow. Oh mother of god! Ash! Take it, sweet bitch. Swallow my cum".

     Darcy did his best. The strong pungent essence flowed down his throat
just the way daddy had taught him to. Lovely gooey cum. Happily he
swallowed most of it and knew he'd be able to coax another load or two
before the night was out.





Mr Fields returned with the promised phone for Darcy. The manager came up
to the suite as Fields settled the bill. Bags were packed and the following
morning they were dropped off at the airport. Bern saw both Fields to the
tarmac as Freddy inspected the plane.

     "Got a new client lined up?"

     Bern looked at Mr Fields. "Probably. I'll get a call in a couple of
days or so. And you two? Straight home?"

     "Yeah. It'll be good to put my feet up in my own place". He hesitated
a moment. "Darcy likes you. He told me about your time together. I like to
have people around who think like me. Want to work for me full-time? You'd
have to live in. Darcy is a good cocksucker but I can take all the cock
you've got". He handed over a business card. "My private cell. Think it
over".

     Bern did think it over.

     Guess what he did?


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