Date: Wed, 30 Oct 2002 21:54:14 EST
From: Draginacht@aol.com
Subject: David's Initiation 21

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real
people or events is purely coincidental.  The story contains graphic
descriptions of sex between men. Anyone who is forbidden by law to read such
material must stop now.  This story is being posted to the Nifty Archive
solely for the enjoyment of its readers.

*******

David's Initiation 21

*******

"SMACK!" That's the sound a flat hand makes when it strikes a bare butt.
"Yeow!" That's the sound an Army lieutenant makes when his butt has been
struck by a flat hand.

During the night Dave and Paul had changed positions several times, always
maintaining as much physical contact as possible. When the daylight streaming
through the picture window woke Dave, he was amused to find they were in a
reverse of their normal position. In other words, he was lying on his back
and Paul was snuggled up against his left side, Paul's head rested on his
chest. That left Dave's right hand free so he used it as on Paul's left butt
cheek as an attention getter.

"Wh... what was that for?" Paul asked as he struggled to full consciousness. He
rolled onto his back as Dave sprang to his feet and stood on the bed
straddling him. Dave began dancing and gyrating over his man, his penis and
testicles bouncing and flopping around in an enticing display of masculinity.

"Seems to me I remember I owe you one from the ranch." Dave continued to
dance around the mattress.

Paul reached out and swung his left arm behind Dave's knees causing Dave
collapse next to him.

"Come're you gorgeous hunk of a man!" Paul almost growled as he leaped on top
of his lover. They kissed and played and laughed as they rolled around the
bed for several minutes. The relationship between them seemed to be so much
more relaxed than ever before. "Hey, just because I said I was in love with
you doesn't give you authority to abuse me."

"I would never abuse you. Show me where it hurts and I'll kiss it and make it
feel good."

"Right there!" Paul said pointing to his left cheek. Dave moved down and
kissed the still evident handprint then sat up and smiled.

"All better?"

"Yeah, all better." Paul sat up, pulled Dave to him and kissed him on his
nose.

"Okay, let's get movin'. I have the whole day planned and we're behind
schedule. It's already 9:40." Dave jumped off the bed and started walking
toward the bathroom. "We need to shower and find something to eat before we
starve to death."

"Okay, you shower and I'll get us something to eat." Paul replied as he
shoved his feet into his trousers and pulled them on without any underwear.
Dave gave him a puzzled look then turned and continued into the bathroom.
Paul slipped his sock-less feet into his shoes, pulled a polo shirt over his
head, grabbed the electronic key-card, and walked into the living room and
out the door.

Dave stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel and began drying off as he
left the bathroom in search of Paul. Just as he entered the living room still
dripping from the shower, Paul came through the door with an armload of food.

"Where did you get that?" Dave asked with astonishment.

"There's a lounge at the end of the hall where the hotel Executive Level
clients can go to relax and read all the latest newspapers. In the mornings
they set up a little buffet in there. They were just closing up when I got
there so they let me take anything I could carry." By this time Paul had
placed his haul on the table in front of the window. "We have scrambled eggs,
toast & jelly, cinnamon rolls, strawberries, pineapple, kiwi, cantaloupe, and
coffee." He pointed to each item as he mentioned it, as proud as if he had
gone into the wilderness and killed to feed his family. "And you're naked."
Paul said as he turned and looked at Dave and smiled.

"Yeah, I know. Say, do you know the difference between being naked and being
`nekked'?" Dave dragged out the word `nekked.

"I can hardly wait to hear." Paul replied laughingly. "What's the difference?"

"Well, when you're naked you don't have any clothes on. But when you're
`nekked', you don't have any clothes on and you're up to no good."

"Oooo, I like the `nekked' part." Paul admitted.

"Now if General Roehl will hit the shower we can get moving. Let me at that
food!" Dave was hungry.

Paul stuffed a cinnamon roll in his mouth as he walked toward the bathroom. A
short time later both men were dressed, the food was all gone and they were
in the parking lot walking toward Dave's pickup.

"Nice truck, cowboy!" Paul complimented his friend as he slid in on the
passenger side.

"A Boxster it ain't, but it gets me around and it's cheep to operate. Now,
hang on to you hat." Dave started his pickup and drove out of the hotel
parking lot headed for the Interstate. Paul's head was like it was on a
swivel as he tried to take in as much of the city as his eyes could absorb.
When Dave took an exit Paul could see a large stadium-like structure directly
ahead of them.

"We going there?" Paul asked excitedly.

"Sir, yes sir!" David replied. "If you'll open the glove compartment you'll
find a couple of tickets."

Paul unlatched the little door to the glove compartment and saw what appeared
to be two entertainment-like tickets. He picked them up and read them.

"HEYYY! We're goin' to a baseball game! Dave, you sly little devil, you! You
remembered, I love baseball!" Paul leaned across the cab and kissed Dave on
his right cheek. "Oh, man, this is gonna be such fun." Paul was bouncing up
and down in his seat excitedly (over doing it somewhat) as Dave pulled into a
parking spot and stopped.

Paul bought them home team baseball caps and also bought a couple of horns
they could make noise with. Paul was a kid again and Dave caught the
infectious excitement. They had good seats and they joined with the people
around them in having a great experience. Paul bought them some of those
delicious hotdogs you can only get at a baseball park. He also bought each of
them a beer, although the vender raised an eyebrow at Dave.

When the seventh inning stretch arrived, Paul decided he needed to go drain
his lizard so he made his way up the steps and into the concourse. The men's
room directly in front of him had a line stretching for yards. He looked to
his left and saw the same thing. Looking right he could see that the line at
men's room down the concourse was almost nonexistent so he took off almost
running to beat any potential crowd. He didn't have to wait long, a good
thing. After relieving the pressure on his bladder he returned his dick to
its warm, cotton pouch and stepped up to the sink and washed his hands. When
he finished and began to step away from the sink another men elbowed his way i
nto the spot Paul was vacating and bumping Paul's shoulder. Paul had just
placed his left down on a wet spot on the tile floor and the foot slipped out
from under him. He went down fast and hard, landing on his left hip.

"Ohhhh!" Paul heard himself groan. He was stunned and could hardly move.

"You okay, man?" At least the guy who caused Paul to fall had the courtesy to
ask about him. "Hey, I apologize. I didn't mean to do that."

"Oh... yeah... I'm okay." Paul was in a daze. He managed to scoot around so his
back was against the wall and he had something to lean against. He pulled his
knees toward his chest, folded his arms across his knees and lowered his
head. He just needed to rest for a moment and catch his breath. He felt an
arm around his shoulder and a hand on his left arm.

"Paul! What happened?"

Paul opened his eyes, turned his head to the left and looked into the face of
a very worried Dave.

"Oh, I'll be okay. I was just trying to walk and chew gum at the same time,"
he joked, "I guess I need more practice, huh?"

"Really! Are you okay?" Dave asked, still worried.

"Yeah, I'll be okay, just let me catch my breath."

"You think you can you stand up?" Dave asked.

"Well, one way to find out. Wanna give me a hand?"

With his right arm around Paul's shoulder Dave slid that hand under Paul's
right armpit and slid his left hand under Paul's left armpit. With a little
effort Paul struggled to his feet.

"Oww!" Paul exclaimed when he put some weight on his left leg.

"Where does it hurt?" Dave asked with heightened concern.

"My left hip." Paul said as he rubbed it with his hand.

"Let me feel." Dave said as he placed his hand on Paul's hip.

"Not here, Dave, people are staring." Paul whispered.

"Okay, but do you think you can walk? I wanna take you home, er, you know."

"I will!" Paul stated rather emphatically. "Why don't you move over to my
right side and I'll put my arm over your shoulder. That way my left hip
won't be touching anything when we walk." Dave moved around to the other side
and Paul draped his arm around Dave's shoulder. Together they managed to exit
the men's room without further injury.

They limped back to Dave's truck but getting Paul in the seat was a real
challenge. During the drive to the hotel Paul seemed to recover quite a bit
but his hip was still sore. Dave drove up under the canopy, stopped, got out
and walked around the truck to help Paul get out. Todd happened to be
standing outside and, seeing Dave helping Paul out of the truck, he could
tell something was wrong so he walked over to assist.

"Can I help?" Todd asked.

"Thanks, Todd. Paul slipped and fell while we were at the game and I need to
get him back to the room so he can lie down. Can you help him into the lobby
and wait until I park?"

"Awe, come on guys, I'm not an invalid. I can to this on my OWW!" Paul began
rethinking his situation. "Well, maybe a little help." He placed his arm over
Todd's shoulders and used him for support. He couldn't avoid noticing how
firm Todd was. The body contact felt good. But it wasn't Dave.

Dave parked his pickup and then he and Todd helped Paul to their suite. When
Paul's body hit the bed it seemed like all the energy drained out of him,
like air escaping from a balloon and he sighed. He had been holding himself
together through shear willpower. But he could still think and he reached
into his pocket and pulled out a ten-dollar bill.

"Here, Todd, thanks."

"No, Sir, I'm not taking that, you gave me too much last night." Todd replied.

"I guess you're going to be stubborn about this and take advantage of an
injured man."

"If that's the way it has to be, Sir." He smiled to indicate this was all in
a spirit of friendship.

"Thanks, Todd." Dave interjected. "If he can argue with us I think he's gonna
be all right." Turning toward Paul, "Here, let's pull of those pants down and
see what we can see," Dave said as he began unbuckling Paul's pants.

"Any excuse to get me naked, huh?" Paul chuckled as Dave pulled the left side
of Paul's pants down. Then Paul realized Todd was still in the room and he
was all eyes and leaning over Dave's shoulder to get a peek at the injury, or
whatever.

"Oooo, that may look ugly in a few days." Dave said when Paul's hip came into
view and he gently caressed it. "We need some ice."

"I'll get some!" Todd quickly volunteered. The suite had a wet bar with an
ice machine so Todd ran to it but couldn't immediately find anything to put
it in. Then he pulled a plastic bag from a wastebasket and dumped some ice in
it. He checked to make sure it wasn't leaking then took it back into the
bedroom. "Here!" He offered the ice to Dave who placed it on Paul's hip,
which looked like it was beginning to swell. While Todd was out of the room,
Dave managed to remove Paul's pants and cover him with the sheet. He didn't
like the idea of Todd getting a free look at his lover.

"How difficult is it to move your leg? Up and down?" Dave asked.

"Let's see." Paul said as he carefully lifted his knee. Almost humorously
Dave made sure Paul's equipment stayed covered. Paul lowered his leg.
"Actually, there's no real pain, it's just sore. I don't think anything is
broken."

Dave went to the bathroom and rummaged around in his toiletry kit then
returned with a glass of water and two Advil's. "Here, take these." It struck
him that he sounded a little like his mother when she took care of him.

"Yes, Mother." Paul said sarcastically with a compliant grin on his face.

After watching Dave and Paul interact, Todd realized that they truly had a
special relationship. It was NOT the escort relationship he had initially
assumed. And he wished he could have an experience like theirs.

"Hey, guys, looks like things are under control here so I'd better get back
to work. Will you call me if you need anything?"

"Yeah, Todd, thanks a lot. You've been a big help."

"Okay, I can see myself out." And he turned and left the suite.

Alone at last, Dave helped Paul finish removing the rest of his clothes. A
lot of the ice had melted so Dave dumped the rest of the ice and water into
the toilet then he striped and lay down beside Paul and held him in his arms.

"I guess I can't let you out of my sight for a minute! Look at the trouble
you get into!" Dave said trying to sound disgusted but it came out sounding
like love.

"I can live with that." Paul replied as he leaned over and kissed Dave's
forehead. "It seems to hurt less than it did when I got out of the truck. Do
you suppose Todd liked what he saw?"

"Listen, Lieutenant, I think he was trying to give you a visual blow job. If
I hadn't been here your nuts would be empty by now."

"I can live with that tooooo." Paul kissed Dave's forehead again.

Dave pushed himself up with his left hand and gazed down at his love. "Do me
a favor, huh?"

"Name it!"

"Just lie back, close your eyes and try to take a nap. That'll help that
Advil begin to work. Okay?"

"Okayyyy." Paul agreed. "But I want you to turn over and put your back
against my chest so I have someone to hold onto."

Without another word Dave turned over and spooned back against Paul. After a
few moments Dave heard Paul's breathing slow and grow deeper, signaling he
was finally asleep. Shortly thereafter Dave drifted off to sleep.

Paul awoke first. His dick was erect and pressed between Dave's ass cheeks.
`What a way to wake up!' he thought. Then he began to think about what had
happened at the baseball stadium and something about it was bothering him; he
just couldn't put his finger on it.

Dave was awakened by what felt like a telephone pole sticking between his ass
cheeks and pressing against the entrance to his love tunnel. Glancing at the
clock he could tell they had slept about two hours. He tried to think of a
way to find out if Paul was awake without waking him if he were still asleep.
Finally he flexed his gluts and squeezed Paul's cock.

"Good! You're awake." Paul responded. "I've been lying here smelling how
sexy you are and I got hard. Sorry, you just do that to me."

"Do you plan on doing any spelunking or can I turn over?" Dave asked.

"Turn over, please." Dave turned over and they shared a loving kiss, not the
deep, sexually passionate kind.

"How's your hip?"

"Oh, that?" Paul was making light of his injury. "Hardly notice it."

"You smell sexy too." Dave said as he snuggled closer and kissed Paul's chest
then nibbled on his nipple.

"Ooooo. I'll give you an hour to stop that." Paul seemed to be feeling
better. "Hey, wanna shower with me? I think the reason we smell sexy is
because of all the sweat we poured out while sitting in the sun at the game.
And by the way, thanks a million for taking me. I had a great time... in spite
of this hip thing." Paul rubbed his left hip then Dave placed his hand on
Paul's hip and caressed it.

"How does it feel, really? You think you'll be able to move okay?"

"Yeah, it'll be okay, if you take a shower with me." Dave looked up to see a
devilish grin on Paul's face.

"Let's go." Dave said as he bounced out on the bed on his side. He watched
with interest as Paul seemed to struggle a little but finally managed rather
well. He was only being cautious.

Paul seemed to be in charge of this operation. He started the water and
adjusted the temperature then stepped inside and held out his hand to invite
Dave in. Dave washed Paul first. Paul then had a lot of fun washing Dave's
longer hair then he washed everything on Dave's front side and turned him
around and did the backside. Paul paid special attention to Dave's rosebud
and had him gasping with pleasure. When Paul finished he pulled Dave back
against him and allowed his hands to caress and fondle Dave's chest, nipples,
abdomen and genitals. At the same time Paul's cock slid between Dave's legs
and pressed up against the back of his scrotum. Judging by Dave's heavy
breathing he was really enjoying the action.

"Paul?"

"Yeah, Babe."

"I've never been fucked standing up in the shower."

"Why are you telling me that?"

"Uhh... don't you think it's about time?" Dave asked softly, he was having
trouble speaking because of all the lustful things Paul was doing to him.

"That would probably complete your training, wouldn't it, soldier!" Paul
added almost jokingly as Dave placed his hands against the shower wall.

"Yeah... Sir..." Dave almost whispered. "I need to complete my training,
Lieutenant."

"Then assume the position, soldier!" They were about to embark on a roll
playing fantasy they had flirted with a couple of times before but had
stopped short of completing. It had something to do with Paul's officer
status versus Dave's enlisted status. Now that Dave was no longer in the Army
it was okay for then to play this game.

Dave spread his legs wider.

Paul bent at the knees to get into a better position and placed the head of
his cock directly against Dave's entrance.

"You think you can take an officer's cock up you ass, soldier?"

"Sir, yes Sir, give it to me, Sir. Please, Sir."

"Your ass is mine, soldier!" Paul said as he leaned in against Dave's
backside. If Paul had not started applying pressure soon, Dave would have
begun to push back trying to impale himself on his familiar invader. Dave
really wanted Paul inside him. He had learned to appreciate the feel and knew
it was all done with love. Without pain or discomfort Paul was soon deep
inside his desirable lover. He held still for several moments, making sure
Dave was comfortable before he continued.

"Oh, Sir, fuck me Sir, please fuck me, Sir!" Dave was really into playing his
roll and was experiencing an erotic buzz from the action.

If Paul's hip was still hurting he didn't notice. One reason their
lovemaking in this position was exciting was because it was different. Paul
slowly and methodically drove his cock deep into Dave and withdrew it equally
as slowly, and wrapped his fingers around Dave's long dick and began to
stroke him. Both men were rapidly approaching orgasm.

"I'm about to give you a shot of officer cum, soldier, are you ready?"

"Sir, yes Sir. Please fill me up with your high-octane officer cum. I can
already feel it making me a better soldier."

What an orgasm they had! Dave willingly relinquished total control to Paul
while he quickly popped his load all over the shower wall. The feel of Dave's
cock spewing forth its seed all over his hand and the feel of Dave's
sphincter grasping his cock and the feel of Dave's body in full contraction
triggered Paul's eruption. They stood quietly for about three minutes while
they caught their breath. Paul pulled Dave away from the shower wall, turned
him around and they kissed. Dave felt like a limp rag in Paul's arms and Paul
sensed that Dave had experienced perhaps one of his best orgasms yet.

With Dave now leaning back against the shower wall, his eyes closed, Paul
picked up the soap and finished washing the parts of Dave's body that need
another cleaning. One of their favorite acts was drying each other after a
shower and they enjoyed it again. Paul led Dave into the bedroom and they lay
down in each other's arms and dozed for a while.

"Guess your hip is okay!" Dave said as he felt his strength return.

"I'll say! You're the best medicine."

"Well, it's almost 7:00 PM and I wanna take you to dinner. You up to it?"

"Do you always speak in puns? Of course I'm UP to it. And I'm UP to other
things as well, as you just found out."

"Okay, I'll try to be more careful." Dave agreed. "Now, let's get dressed
and go eat."

"Where?"

"You'll just have to exercise a little patience, GI. Now get moving."

In front of the hotel, Dave stopped and asked the doorman to get them a cab.
Paul looked at Dave with a puzzled expression but said nothing, leaving
everything in Dave's hands. The taxi dropped them off at the most well
renowned bar-b-que restaurants in the city. When the meal was through Paul
thought it was the best he had ever tasted (except for Texas bar-b-que, that
is).

Outside the restaurant Dave managed to get another taxi which took them to a
nightclub, not just any nightclub, a gay nightclub. They drank, danced and
danced, drank, danced and danced, and drank. They danced the slow tunes and
the fast tunes. Paul's hip didn't slow him down at all and they had a great
time. The floorshow was a blast with lots of humor and sexual innuendo.

By the time the taxi dropped them back at the hotel at about 2:30 AM, both
men were wiped out. In their happy, youthful stupor they laughingly helped
each other get undressed but they would have had better success if they had
undressed themselves. They hit the bed and were out almost before the room
went dark.

Dave was the first to awaken, primarily because Paul was still on Central
Time while Dave was on Eastern Time. His hangover didn't seem too bad and he
figured he would improve as the day progressed. There was no way he was going
to let a hangover slow him down, this was his last day with Paul until some
unknown time in the future. Slowly Dave crawled out of bed, trying not awaken
Paul, and went to the bathroom to get rid of his morning piss. Returning to
the bed he slid back against his lover and watched Paul sleep, something he
would never get tired of doing.

Soon, Paul began to stir. He opened his right eyelid first then his left, and
smiled at Dave. Dave leaned over and kissed Paul on the tip of his nose.

"Morning, sleepy head, how's your head?"

"Which one?" Paul chuckled. "Both are just fine." He continued.

"I don't understand how you can be so sharp the instant you wake up." Dave
stated.

"I'm a trained lawyer, kiddo. It cums with the territory." Paul emphasized
the word `cum'.

Dave picked up his pillow and, raising it over his head shouted, "Gawd, save
me from this man!" And he slammed the very soft pillow into Paul's face. This
began several minutes of horseplay until Paul had to capitulate so he could
get into the bathroom.

What're we doin today, partner?" Paul asked, but he said `pawdna' with a
heavy Texas drawl.

"Well, I wasn't sure how much time we'd have so I didn't plan anything. Is
there something you want to do?"

"Yes... there is!" Paul said as he wiggled his eyebrows up and down in rapid
succession.

"Don't you ever get enough?" Dave asked jokingly.

"I can never get enough of you." Paul said seriously then he leaned over and
gave Dave a very tender kiss. "Actually, I do have some things I'd like to
do. You game?"

"Sure!"

"Would you go to church with me?"

A look of surprise immediately registered on Dave's face. Then it turned into
a smile. "Sure! Where do we go? I don't know this area at all."

"Well, there's an Episcopal Church not far from here and there is an eleven
o'clock service. We have just enough time to get cleaned up and grab
something to eat before going to church."

And that is exactly what they did. In the hotel main dining area they found a
breakfast buffet that allowed them to select their food and eat without
having to wait for a waiter or kitchen service. Paul gave Dave directions to
the church.

"How do you know about this church?" Dave asked.

"That's my little secret, Stud Soldier." Paul grinned then continued. "I'll
tell you someday. Now, I'll bet this church service will be different than
anything you may have seen before so just watch me and do what I do. If there
is something you don't feel comfortable doing, it's okay, don't do it."

The church was a large gothic structure that reminded Dave of pictures of
churches in Europe he had seen in text books. During the service Paul held
Dave's hand at every opportunity. They sat alone in the last pew hoping to
achieve invisibility. When the service was over and they were leaving the
church they met the priest and shook his hand. Paul had been right, Dave had
never seen a worship service with so much ritual; it was very impressive and
Dave particularly liked the short sermon.

After leaving the church, Paul began giving Dave directions to some unknown
destination.

"See the entrance to that parking lot up ahead on the right?" Paul asked.

"Yeah? You want me to turn in there, right?" Dave was keeping up with his
friend; it was kind of like another little game they were playing.

"That's it, Babe. I said I was gonna introduce you to golf and this is your
beginning." The sign over the building read `PUT-PUT & DRIVING RANGE'.

Paul bought a large basket of balls and rented a 7-iron then led Dave to one
of the tee boxes. First Paul demonstrated the proper stance (address) and the
grip. Then he explained the swing process in very simple terms and
demonstrated by hitting a couple of balls that went about 180 yards. Handing
the club to Dave, he urged him to give it a try. Well, the two men spent the
next hour and thirty minutes swinging the 7-iron, laughing, joking and having
a wonderful time. Fortunately not many people were there so they didn't
offend anyone with all the fun they were having. Dave actually got to the
point where he could consistently hit the ball about 125 yards and fairly
straight.

"Now, do you think you can find the time to go practice what you've learned
today? You do have a driving range in that hick town of yours, don't you?"

"Yeah, I'm sure we do, I'll just have to find it. But that means I'll have
to give up some of my running!" Dave lamented.

"Yeah, well, this is exercise too, it's just different." Paul explained. "And
you might go to a golf store and buy yourself a glove. Since you're right
handed you'll need a glove for your left hand."

"Yeah, I can feel that my left hand is getting a little raw in places."

"I'm hungry, how about you?" Paul announced.

"I noticed a BK about a block back toward the hotel; would that be okay?"

"Great! I need a good shot of fat calories right now. Let's go."

Climbing back into Dave's pickup they went to the BK for a late lunch and
then back to the hotel. Paul walked into the suite and collapsed into an
over-sized chair that was facing the large window. Knowing he would have to
leave within a few hours, what he wanted to do more than anything else was
just sit and hold Dave. He didn't really have a need for sex at that moment
but if Dave did that would be okay with him.

Dave followed Paul into the living room thinking exactly the same thing as
Paul. Although he thought about sex every time he looked at Paul, right now
he really wanted to sit and talk.

"Come join me." Paul asked as his right hand invitingly patted the space
beside him. Dave smiled and started to walk toward the chair. "Wait, I need
to get my briefcase." Paul said as he began to get up.

"No, stay there, I'll get it, where is it?"

"It's right there beside the desk, thanks." Dave walked to the desk, picked
up Paul's briefcase and handed it to him. Paul sat it down beside the chair
as Dave sat down beside him. Paul's right arm immediately wrapped itself
around Dave's shoulders and Dave's left hand and forearm rested on Paul's
right leg. They sat quietly for several minutes staring out the window and
watching the airplanes silently takeoff and land. Finally Paul spoke.

"I wasn't dreaming Friday night, was I? We did make a commitment to each
other, didn't we?"

"Yes we did... And I meant every word of it." Dave's immediate reaction was
quite positive but he had some feelings of uncertainty; was Paul about to
have second thoughts?

"So did I." Paul responded as Dave gave a sigh of relief. "And I want you to
know I still mean it." Paul paused for a moment then continued. "I've been
thinking about the next time we could get together and I want to toss it out
so you can think about it. Okay?"

"I can hardly wait." Dave smiled up at Paul. He wanted to kiss him but
decided not to interrupt Paul's train of thought.

"About two and a half weeks from now we have a holiday. Because it falls on a
Thursday, I'll have Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday off. If I take off
early on Wednesday and catch a to flight here, we can join up and spend the
weekend in Ft. Lauderdale. I have a friend who owns a condo right on the
beach and we'll have the place to ourselves. Does that interest you?"

"You bet! But about the airfare..." Dave started to ask.

"Not to worry. I'm hoping you'll allow me to extend our previous agreement."
With that, Paul reached over the side of the chair and picked up his
briefcase. Laying it on his lap, he opened it and pulled out some plastic
cards. "I hope you won't be offended but our geographic separation calls for
different measures. I got these for you -- for us -- and I'd like you to use
them." Paul handed one plastic card to Dave. "This is an American Express
Platinum card with your name on it. The statements go to a P.O. Box number in
Dallas and are paid from my account. This next card is a Hertz Number One
card, which is also a credit card for renting their cars and statements go to
the same place as the AX card. The third card is for the airline executive
lounge, which is called the Cirrus Club. It's paid for three years." Paul
closed the briefcase and set it back down beside the chair. "I hope I haven't
been too aggressive and offended you, but the way I see it, being separated
from you is gonna be hard enough for me and anything that makes it easier to
see you is worth everything I have." Paul hesitated, "What do you think?"

Dave didn't answer immediately; he just sat staring at the plastic cards Paul
just gave him. Once he looked up at Paul then back at the cards. Paul could
tell Dave was giving this offer a lot of thought.

"This really makes me uncomfortable." Dave began but then hesitated. Now it
was Paul's turn to feel anxious. "This feels like a completely new level of
financial assistance." Dave paused, searching for the right words. "I
understand how you feel about being together because I feel the same way." He
paused again while he thought. "And if it will help us spend more time t
ogether I guess I don't have any objections. It's okay. Yes, I
accept."

Paul pulled Dave to his chest and they kissed, long and hard. "God, you make
me so happy. I was almost terrified you'd say no. I know how much your
independence means to you and I'll never do anything to change that. Your
pride in your own ability is one of the many things that attracts me to you.
I'll never do anything to damage that. I love you." Paul said as he kissed
Dave again.

They sat quietly for several minutes. Now it was Dave's turn to direct the
conversation.

"Paul?"

"Yeah?"

"Remember, you said Todd said I was `cute'."

"Yeah?"

"Gawd, I hate that. I don't want to be `cute'. I want to be handsome, good
looking, a hunk, anything but `cute'. I remember that's what May called me
when we went to that restaurant near the ranch. Do you think I'm cute?"

Paul hesitated before beginning his answer. This could be a minefield. "Dave,
Dave, Dave. You ARE handsome, and you ARE good looking, and you ARE a hunk,
and you are also `cute'. You're very lucky that you have a very young
looking face. When you're 45 you'll still look like you're 25. Plus, you
have a deliciously slender body that makes my mouth water every time I look
at you. If you hadn't been `cute' I might not have noticed you that day in
the weight room. So being `cute' has some advantages, it isn't all that bad."

Dave was quiet for a moment while he considered Paul's explanation. "Damn,
you're good with words. That must be why you're a lawyer." Dave said as he
poked Paul in his ribs and laughed. "Now I feel a lot better; you just gave a
while new meaning to being called `cute'."

Dave snuggled even closer to Paul as he closed his eyes and inhaled Paul's
scent. For the first time in his life he felt really happy, content, safe and
loved. He was with someone he could trust and he could share himself with
without fear of being used or betrayed.

Paul's eyes were also closed as he enjoyed feeling the loving heat radiate
from Dave's body. Suddenly his mind seemed to clear and he knew he had to ask
Dave a question.

"Dave?" he said quietly so as to not break the mode they shared.

"Hmm?"

"Yesterday, at the ballpark, when I fell, how did you get there so fast? I
mean, what caused you to find me when you did?"

Dave opened his eyes. "Well, ah, I mean, ah, I'm not sure." He paused for a
moment then continued. "I was sitting in the seat when I, ah, I had this, ah,
I just felt I needed to be where you were. So I got up and went to the
restroom and found you sitting on the floor."

Paul mused for a moment then, "But how did you know which particular restroom
to go to, and not the one closest to our exit?" He was now getting to the
core of what had been bothering him.

Dave pondered the question then, "I don't know. I guess... somehow I just knew
where to find you."

Paul didn't respond for a few moments then, turning his head he kissed
Dave's forehead and decided to just accept what had happened. "I love you,
Stud Soldier."

"I love you too, General." Dave said as he flashed his killer smile at Paul
and kissed him lightly on his lips.

Quite a few minutes passed before Paul asked his next question. "Dave?"

"Hmm?"

"I still haven't told anybody in my family about us, have you?"

Dave thought for a moment before answering. "Well, not exactly, maybe in a
round-about way."

"Whatta ya mean, cowboy, round-about?"

"Well, when I was visiting Kate we were alone in the kitchen one afternoon
and we started... ha, ha, ha." Dave began chuckling.

"What's so funny?"

"I just remembered how Kate managed to find out about you. I mean, for as
long as I can remember we've played this game where we have to guess a secret
the other has. So, we were sitting in her kitchen while she's trying to fix
dinner and she says I seem different to her. And she stares at me then messes
with the chicken again, then sets down and stares at me some more. Finally
she blurts out `You've found someone!' Well, I told her a little about you
but she wasn't satisfied so I had to give her all the gory details. But I
managed to leave out all the `juicy' parts." When Dave said the word
`juicy' he reached into Paul's crotch and squeezed his package causing Paul
to jump. "I showed her the picture we took at the beach and she thinks you're
handsome. And so do I." Dave leaned into Paul and their lips met in a tender
kiss.

"Your sister sounds like a real fun gal."

"Oh, she is. You'll like her immediately." That seemed to be the end of the
conversation for a while as both men continued to enjoy being with each other.

Isn't it amazing how time flies when you are having fun! Paul happened to
glance around the room and noticed the clock on the desk read 04:33 PM.

"Say, Babe, I'd better be thinking about catching my flight. Sorry, but we
have to get up."

"Awe..." Dave whined. "You gonna shower first?"

"I think I'd better; the other passengers might not appreciate my special
smell like you do."

"Am I invited?" Dave asked.

"You want me to miss my flight don't you! You dog!" Paul chuckled. "As good
as that would be we'd better not. But next time... I promise. Okay?"

"Yeah, I knew you'd say that. Why don't you shower and I'll pack our bags."

"Good deal." Paul leaned over and gave Dave an affectionate kiss then
reluctantly got up from the chair.


Dave followed the signs that said "DEPARTING FLIGHTS," drove up to the curb
and stopped. He and Paul looked at each other then both decided silently, `To
hell with it!' and leaned across the seat and kissed one more time. The kiss
wasn't a deep passionate one; it was one filled with love and affection that
lasted about thirty seconds. Paul was the first to pull away. He opened the
door, stepped out of the truck and picked up his bag from the back.

"Bye, Babe, I'll call you," he said.

"Bye, Babe, love ya." Dave replied as Paul closed the door. Dave waited as
Paul walked to the terminal entrance then turned and waved. Dave waved back
and Paul turned and disappeared through the sliding doors. Dave sat quietly
for a few seconds just making sure Paul hadn't forgotten something and needed
to rush back to the truck. Finally, with a big smile across his face he drove
off, home was an hour away.

to be continued