Date: Sat, 30 Sep 2006 07:14:43 -0700 (PDT) From: Puer Amore Subject: Visit from David PT III VISIT FROM DAVID (PT III) By Barry pueresamo@yahoo.com Disclaimer: This work is one of fiction. Any resemblance of persons or places mentioned in this story to actual persons or places is only slightly more than coincidence. Copyright 2006 Barry. All Rights Reserved. I was already awake when I felt him begin to stir. As had become our custom, his cheek was on my breast, his ear positioned to listen to my heart beat. God! I thought, what could I ever do to be worthy of this sweet, sweet boy. All I can do is to love him with every fiber of my being, as I do even now. His hand began to move slightly and he ran his fingers slowly and gently through my sparse chest hair. You OK, Sweetie? I whispered. I'm with you...Of Course I'm OK. He said. You sleep OK? I asked. You might think I'm just saying it, he suggested, but what I've told you is true. I've never slept as soundly as when I sleep listening to your heart. God, Travis, how I do love you. I declared. He squeezed me tightly and said I love you Barry. I never knew I could love anyone this much. I fear I could never be worthy of your love, Travis, but I could surely not live without it. I asserted. You'll never lose me, Barry, and I will always love you. Don't worry. Travis assured me. I rolled to my side, where I could look him in the eyes and run my fingers through his shimmering blond hair. He smiled. His eyes, blue, deep blue, sparkled back at my gaze. I was lost in his eyes and wished I could pour myself into the very depths of his being. Let's not get up just yet, he said, throwing one leg over me as if to pin me down. As he did, I could feel his erect penis on my abdomen. Feels like you're already up, sweetie, I grinned. He smiled and said, you know what I mean. Of course, I do. I was just kidding. I replied. It's OK, he said. I am up, you're right, but let's just stay here together like this a bit longer, please. He requested. I could be here like this with you forever, sweetheart. We'll stay as long as you like. We remained in each other's embrace, as I stroked his beautiful hair, running my fingers slowly and gently from his forehead to the back of his neck. Barry? He finally asked. Yes, my love. I answered. Did I do good last night? He queried. Travis, my sweet, sweet boy, I can tell you, honestly, that I've never known passion like you showed me last night and it evoked in me a level of passion greater than any I can remember. Honestly, Travis, young men of your age are, typically, only capable of demonstrating how horny they are during sex. Like an animal engaging in sex. They rarely demonstrate true, loving passion. You, on the other hand, made me feel your love and made me feel almost one in being with you. Our souls were united in a free and mutual melding of our beings. It was the most beautiful experience, Travis; I can't express in words how it humbles me and gives me new purpose in living. Please, Travis, never stop loving me, PLEASE! I pleaded. I never will, I swear it, Barry, I will always love you. He insisted. I felt the same way, Barry; I wanted to pour all of me into you so nothing could ever separate us. Never worry about such a thing, sweet one, I replied. Nothing nor anyone can, in any way, interfere with our love or diminish it in any way, don't ever worry your beautiful head about it. I declared. I know you expressed some concern last night about your love for me compared to David's love for me, so let me explain something to you about the great mystery of love, OK, I asked. OK. He replied. OK. I repeated Well, sweetie, love is, perhaps, the least well understood concept in human thought. I mentioned to you earlier that the theologians teach us that love, real love, is a function of our souls. Its perfection is realized in the Trinity, in which the pouring out of being from the Father, without reservation, to the Son is met with perfect reciprocation by the Son, such that the resulting flux, for lack of a better word, is the Holy Spirit. That's why he's referred to as the Spirit of Love. In some infinitesimal manner, our souls mimic this pouring out of our being from one soul to another when we love. That is, perhaps, why it hurts so deeply when there is no reciprocation from the loved one. As I love David, that love springs from what, by human measure, could be considered an infinite source. Therefore, Sweetie, I don't have to diminish the love I have for David in order to love you. It's not like slicing a pie into smaller pieces to accommodate more individuals. I believe that when I pour out my love to David, as I do, that my soul not just replenishes but multiplies that love in my soul to give. So, Sweetie, I can love you, and I do, of course, and I can love David at the same time without, in any way, diminishing my love for either of you. It's something of a mystery. Many smarter minds than mine have been considering the matter for, well, forever. My experience with love has taught me that I can't pour it out fast enough that my soul can't respond by replenishing it many times over. So, Sweetie, I can love you and David without any limitation or division of my love to accommodate each of you. David understands this principle, as I'm sure you'll see, as you get to know him better. He is no threat to you, sweet Travis. You are no threat to him. I love you both infinitely, in human terms, and the love I pour out to each of you is in no way diminished by the love I pour out to the other. I love you without measure, sweet Travis. Nothing will ever change that. You can take it...I paused. To the bank! Travis concluded with a squeeze and a smile. Exactly, I said. When you better understand that David is no threat, I believe you will better appreciate him for the treasure he is. As David gets to know you better, the love he already has begun to feel for you will also blossom and you'll become dear friends. I will continue to love each of you, as I do now, without limitation. I instructed. I suppose I'm a little jealous of him. Travis declared. Whatever for? I asked. He's so talented! Travis exclaimed. He is that! I agreed. He has been blessed with a rare natural ability for music and, really, all things musical. I may not have mentioned it before, as it only occurs to me now, but among his gifts is a very rare trait. It's called "perfect pitch". It's an enabling attribute for someone who is a conductor, or for that matter, a musician or a vocalist. It means, in simple terms, that he can discern every note he hears, identify it correctly, and even measure it for sharp or flat. It's a very rare ability. I stated. One thing it cannot do is cause me to, somehow, love or prefer him to you. So again, sweet Travis, never feel threatened by David. He, too, would feel badly if he ever thought that you considered him a threat. I asserted. I, too, envy his tremendous abilities with music. He plays several instruments, he has a beautiful singing voice, and, of course, he composes and conducts. I said. The difference is that I envy his ability, I'm not jealous. I instructed. What's the difference? Travis asked. Well, jealousy involves exclusivity. It's a sort of mental stealing. That means, when you're jealous of someone, you wish to possess his gifts, attributes or possessions, even if, in order to do so, you would be willing to take them away from the other person and hold them for yourself. When you are envious, you only wish you also had the same gifts or other things, but not by depriving the other person of them. I instructed. Oh, Then I guess I'm envious, not jealous of David, huh? Travis suggested. I used to sing in the choir. Travis continued. That's Great, sweetheart, I hope you will sing for me sometime, I'd love to hear you. Always nurture and develop your talents sweet one. I'm a tenor, they tell me. I'm not very good, really. Travis qualified. Later, Sweetie, we'll pull the cover off the Grand, before David arrives, in case he wishes to make use of it while he's here. We'll leave it uncovered so you can practice your singing with it. We'd have already uncovered it if I knew you like to sing. I'm sorry, Sweetie. I explained. It's OK! Travis responded. I would have asked if I wanted. GREAT! I responded, this is your home too, you know, All of it. He squeezed me and said, I love you, Barry, like you said "without limitation". And I, you, sweet Travis. Never doubt it! I declared. Travis, sweetie, I'm ashamed for not making it a point to learn more about the things you enjoy and like to do. Please forgive me. I asked. Oh, that's OK, Barry! I know you've been busy figuring out how to take care of me and all. I knew we would get around to it. Travis explained. There's really not much to talk about, anyway. Swimming and singing are about it. That's about all I was allowed to enjoy at the Temple. Those despicable hypocrites! I blurted. Yep! He agreed. So, you like swimming, huh? I asked. I didn't at first, Travis explained. Jacob joined our swim team and I wanted to be with him and, well, see him naked and all. After a while, though, I really got into it and now I enjoy it a lot. Seeing Jacob naked in the showers was a pretty good motivator, huh? I smiled. Oh, not just in the showers, Travis added. The temple used to rent out a natatorium on Tuesday and Thursday nights, so it was only us there during practice. We practiced naked the whole time. I think our coach was weird. You think he was gay? I queried. Naw, that would have been great, Travis suggested. He was just weird. I know he watched us closely to see who had a hard-on. I think he hated fag...er...gays as bad as my Dad. He was stupid, though. The water and the room itself were so cold that you couldn't get a hard-on if you wanted to. He should have watched us in the hot showers, instead. He could have expelled half the team. I laughed. Well, you certainly developed the epitome of the classic swimmer's physique, Sweetie. I declared. Thanks, I'm glad you like it. Travis said. Do I Ever! I exclaimed. Travis smiled. Our team did OK in the competitions, I guess. Travis continued. I never cared too much about competing, I just love to swim. If we won, that was Great. If we lost, no big deal, except for the coach, who would go crazy. He was nuts! Travis added. Well, there's a talent you have that David doesn't. I suggested. He can't swim? Travis asked. Like a rock. I exclaimed. Actually, I continued, he can swim well enough to avoid drowning, but he can't seem to relax in the water, stays stiff as a board, and has to really struggle to stay afloat. I suspect it's something psychological and goes back to his early childhood, when his Dad thought the best way to teach him how to swim was to simply throw him into the pool. Idiot! I exclaimed. Poor Guy! Travis agreed. That's terrible. He may always fear the water now. One of my friends had a panic attack in the pool and, once we finally got him out, he wouldn't go back in again...ever! Coach called him a sissy and made him cry. Travis continued. Then he threw him off the team. Now he gets teased about it all the time. That's truly a shame. I declared. Poor kid! I added. I know, said Travis, he's never been the same since then. He won't be friends now either. He won't even hardly look at anyone. My God! I exclaimed, that place is a real psychological torture chamber, isn't it? I suggested. It's EVIL! Travis declared, EVIL! This whole time, Travis had been kneading my testicles and, alternately, stroking my penis slowly. His erect penis was still lying on my abdomen. I could detect his hot pre-cum oozing onto me. Looks like we're both up now, huh? Travis observed. Thanks for noticing, Sweetie, I think my seminal vesicles are about to explode. Oh, I know how to fix that problem! He exclaimed. Please Do! I begged. He repositioned himself between my legs, spreading them to gain full access to me. He took my penis into his hand and positioned it into the vertical. Barry, he said, looking intently at the pre-cum that had begun generously lubricating my glans. Yes, sweetheart. I replied. Still looking at my glans, he said almost prayerfully: Please come into me. Pour your essence into me as I will into you. Let us become one. He suggested. I'm already entirely yours, sweet Travis; take all of me you wish. I insisted. Slowly, he kissed the pre-cum from my glans. My penis was pulsing and throbbing uncontrollably. He began licking my frenulum up and down, I was moving quickly into emission. I can't stop it Sweetie, I'm going to cum! I declared. Every drop, he replied, Please! He added, and took me slowly into his mouth. My penis was palpitating against his sweet young tongue. He was holding my scrotum with one hand and I felt it pulling away as it contracted. He gently pushed it up into me and I ejaculated into him, enjoying still another of the beatific orgasms that only Travis had learned to evoke in me. His finger had moved to my anus and I could feel it probing me as my spasms cycled. Surely, I thought in the depths of my orgasm, he has drained me completely from the epididymis up. Slowly, starting at my anus, he began pushing my residual semen along the track of my urethra and up and out of my penis and into his hot young mouth. We remained in this position until he was sure that he had received it all. Slowly he removed my penis from his mouth and gently kissed the final drop of my semen from my meatus. He moved back up to me and kissed me deeply, depositing a small amount of my own semen onto my waiting tongue. Slowly, then, he rolled onto his back, and placed his own penis into the vertical. Already, his pre-cum had begun running down his penis and into his pubic hair. He looked into my loving eyes and said: Please, let me come into you and become part of you now, Barry. I love you! Please! H e pleaded. I tried to replicate the precise experience for him move-by-move. My passion and his were at such a peak that we both looked like we had been sunburned; we were so red in that same passion. As always, he exploded into me by the mouthful. Over and over I swallowed his precious essence as he had asked, and as I had been so eager to do. When he finished, I, as he had done, returned a small amount of our, now mixed, semen to his hot mouth in a deep and long kiss. When I finished kissing his precious lips, I looked deeply into his deep blue eyes and said. Forgive me, sweetheart, I was greedy. As Fogelberg sings...moments fleet are sweet within the rapture, when precious flesh is greedily consumed. I can't help it. I love you so much. He smiled. It's all yours, Barry. You aren't greedy at all. I want to give it to you as fast as I can produce it. He assured me. I feel the same, sweet Travis, I'm entirely yours. I said. As we gazed into each others eyes, I observed a familiar smile begin to form on his beautiful face. I knew this cue: Thanks you, Ganymede! We exclaimed in unison.