Date: Fri, 8 Jan 2010 05:14:30 -0800 (PST) From: Puer Amore Subject: Tornado Warning PT 21 TORNADO WARNING PT 21 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. Readers of this story should be familiar with my story: Forgive me, Jody, as particulars from that story are recounted here. ------------------------- All Rights Reserved ---------------------------------- ACKNOWLEDGEMENT: Many thanks to my dear friend Daryl for his efforts to proofread and edit my work. His assistance has been invaluable. The next morning found me with the taste of orange marmalade still present in my mouth. I may never regard orange marmalade in the same way after the prior evening's events. Danny was awake and was gently kneading my testicles and affectionately kissing my glans and alternately kissing Travis' penis and licking Travis' precum from his meatus as it formed in response to Danny's licking of it. When Danny felt me stir, he smiled at me and whispered: "Should I put on some coffee?" I nodded and added, in my own whisper. : "Make it Danny flavored cummicino...that would be wonderful." Danny smiled all the more widely at my suggestion and slowly and quietly rose from the bed and left the room for the kitchen. Soon the aroma of Danny's cummicino filled the air, assisted by the air-handling unit distributing that aroma throughout the house. There was still a drop of Danny's residual cum clinging to his meatus as he brought in the tray with the cummicino cups. I motioned for him to approach, and I kissed that drop of Danny-cum from him. It was its usual sweet nectar, making me all the more eager to taste his cummicino. Travis began to stir at the smell, as well. "Is that Danny-cum that I smell?" He said. "You know his sweet aroma too, don't you?" I suggested. "Yes, it's quite unique." Travis observed. Travis rose and reclined next to me, each of us with our backs resting on the headboard of the bed. We accepted the delicious cum-coffee mixture from its maker and took our first sips. "God, that's so good." Travis said. "It's an old family recipe." Danny chuckled. "With a special family ingredient, huh?" I chuckled back. "Yeah... I hope you like it. The special ingredient is fresh...I... well I just `whipped it up'" Danny said with a smile. He went on: "I'll be back in a minute, I'm going to take some cummicino to Damian and Lance." "Are they awake?" I asked. "Damian was awake, Lance was still sleeping on his breast. I know Damian will want some of my family recipe." Danny said. I nodded in agreement, as I watched Danny leave the room. His adorable little butt blessing us with a view of its glorious beauty as he made his exit. " I was re-reading your article about ordained Marxists. I made me consider some things that I guess I was aware of but hadn't really considered consciously, Barry. It's sad that our bishops and other clergymen have come to be everything except what they are supposed to be." Travis remarked. "Yes, sweetheart. It's not a new phenomenon, but it's a distressing one. It's the kind of departure from the ideal that spawned St. Francis and his order of mendicants." I observed. "You really put it to them... and they deserved every word of it... especially that if Our Lord should unexpectedly return, He would give the Bishops and Protestant Clergymen, as well, the same treatment as He had given the money-changers of His own day. They really have become businessmen and transformed, really perverted, the churches into competing businesses, haven't they?" "They have also perverted the churches into political entities and social engineering societies. They have embraced Marxism in a new form and under a new name... Social Justice. In the realm of theology, there is no such definition. There is Commutative and Distributive and, of course, Individual justice. Between the three, all the bases are covered. This `Social Justice' concept is quite contemporary, and an outgrowth of something called `Liberation Theology'. It's just repackaged Marxism. It's an attempt to further exacerbate the resentment that the Bishops have always had for the affluent, so as to force a redistribution of wealth, as Marx would put it: `From those according to their means To those according to their needs.' I have explained this to my audience in the past. I hope it gets through to them." I explained. "I hope so too." Travis added. "As a child, in Catholic School, I was taught that it is the purpose of every priest to be `Alter Christus'... Latin for `Another Christ'. Regrettably they have become, instead, `Alter Barabbas'. I believe that if Our Lord had wanted His Church to embrace the Revolutionary and to be politically active, and engage in social engineering, He would have embraced Barabbas in His own day. Of course, He did not." I declared. "Good point, Barry." So many priests and preachers are nothing more than political activists. Travis affirmed. "To reach back to the scriptures they have turned the Church into a den of thieves'" I proclaimed. Travis nodded in agreement. I went on: "Bishop Fulton Sheen recognized this trend back in the 60's and spoke against it, even then. He suggested that so many of our priests have forsaken the hard work of becoming Holy in favor of trying to make an impact politically. As Sheen explained, becoming Holy is actually hard work and takes a lifetime. It's much easier to be spiritually lazy and to be an activist and allow such demeanor to replace personal holiness. I fear we are seeing precisely that trend in the churches now. The good Bishop must be spinning in his grave at the goings-on in the Church now. Becoming Holy is a largely anonymous effort and involves personal metamorphosis. It exemplifies Our Lord's admonition, which I must paraphrase as: When you pray, go to your room and shut the door. Prayer, other than community prayer, should be a private thing and a transformative thing...not done for show." "Sheen, huh?" Travis asked. "Yes...a true Saint, whom I was blessed to meet when he gave our School Retreat back in 19... well... back in the Jurassic period. Among the things he said, even then, that has always stuck with me was that we should be wary of those who concern themselves with Social Justice, while being, simultaneously, eager to trample individual justice along the way." I chuckled. "You actually met him?" Travis queried. "I did. When one makes eye contact with him, one knows instinctively that one is dealing with a Saint. It's a difficult thing to verbalize...but when he gazes into your eyes, it's as if he was looking into the depths of your soul and knows everything there is to know about you." I said. "Wow!" Travis declared. "He's gone now. He died in 1979. You can still get to know him through his books and other writings. His book: The life of Christ is practically a fifth gospel. His incites into the Person of Christ and His mission are exceptional. I recommend it highly. Also, he wrote a little book called, simply: `You'. Reading it would make one think he had written it expressly for the reader." I love Sheen and hope the Church pronounces him a Saint, someday." I said. "I'll check him out... sounds interesting." Travis said. "You'll be enlightened, Travis. When you understand him, you'll know why he was so displeased with the Church transforming itself into a political entity." I said. "You really like the guy, huh?" Travis asked. "Yeah...he was the original TV minister. He had a TV show back in the 50's and 60's. He was loved by persons of all faiths. His legacy, in this realm, was also perverted by later TV Evangelists, who were nothing like Sheen. I think Sheen re-runs can still be found if one looks for them. He was a person of profound love, not condemnation or judgment like the later so-called Evangelists. I wish we had him back. The Church desperately needs someone like him.". I declared. "Like Our Lord, himself, huh?" Travis observed. "Precisely, dear Travis. Our Lord really only held out admonitions of WOE for one type of person. He never said woe to you homosexuals, woe to you fornicators and prostitutes, woe to you sinners of this or that type. Rather, He said often: Woe to you HYPOCRITES. Sheen was just the same. His mission was NOT to deliver messages of WOE, rather messages of hope and love." I added. Sheen was fiercely anti- communist and fought hard against it, knowing that its first tenet was to stifle dissent, especially the Church, whom the Communists have always regarded as their most fearsome enemy. I'm sure Sheen would be all the more distressed at this apparent embrace of Marxism that our clergy is now involved in. " Sheen understood from the scriptures which enlighten us, that communism simply doesn't and can't work." I said "Really?" Travis asked. "Sure. Think about it. The earliest example of Communism or Socialism, if you prefer, can be read about in the Acts of the Apostles." I began. "I guess that's right." Travis began to recall. "Sure. The early community of the Church, the early Christians, came together as a `commune', as it were. They pooled their resources and money for the betterment of the community." I reminded Travis. "Yes, I remember." Travis said. "You will remember, as well, then, that it didn't take long for St. Peter, himself to rise and proclaim: Let him who will not work...NOT EAT!" "That's right, Barry. I remember the story." "So, you see, even the apostles, whose intentions were as pure as it gets, couldn't make communism work. Why do we think less perfect men in government can make it work? They haven't yet." I instructed. Travis nodded and added: "And he wasn't too lenient with those who held back, either." "Very good, Travis. It's a point I always bring up when panty-waist types bring up the notion that the current Holy Father is against the death penalty." I said. "How's that, Barry." Travis asked. "Well, St. Peter, personally, executed two persons for an offense for which we would not apply the death penalty today." I said. "Remind me." Travis requested. "Well, if you recall, there was a couple who pretended to contribute the entirety of their wealth to that commune, but they lied and held back some of their wealth. When St. Peter learned of it, he dropped, first the husband, and later the wife, dead at his feet." I said. "That's right... I remember." Travis said. "So, the Holy Father, to the extent he opposes the death penalty, sets himself in juxtaposition to the original Pope...St. Peter, who had not the slightest hesitation at applying it." We sat silent for a few moments, as Travis considered what I had just explained to him. I could hear Danny laughing and joking with Damian and Lance. I could hear Damian complimenting Danny for adding his special ingredient to our morning coffee. They were enjoying themselves and I enjoyed hearing it. Damian soon appeared in the doorway: "Could I take a shot at preparing some breakfast for us, Barry. I can't do many things, but I make some great scrambled eggs?" Damian suggested. "Well, if taking a shot at it is meant literally." I chuckled. "Huh?" Damian said. "Well, I think if you add your special ingredient to the eggs same as Danny added his to our coffee, I would say I can't wait to taste them." I explained. Damian smiled widely and seemed complimented. "Damian-Special scrambled eggs coming right up" He replied. "I'll help. I can put on some biscuits and prepare a fruit plate while Damian is preparing the eggs... perhaps he'll let me help whip-up his special ingredient." Travis smiled. I nodded: "Sounds like fun." I chuckled, as Travis rose to leave the room, taking his Dannycino with him. I continued to lie there listening to the banging of pots and pans in the kitchen. Danny came to the doorway and said: "We've drank up the coffee with my Special Ingredient, so Travis wants to make a fresh pot with all of our special ingredients. So, can you join us in the effort?" "Sure...this could be a beautiful sight." I declared as I got out of bed and went to the kitchen. I arrived in the kitchen to find the coffee basket from the coffeemaker sitting in the middle of a small table and everyone standing in a circle around it with erect penises, which they were slowly stroking. "Damian, you need to save some of your spunk for the eggs, remember." I said. "No problem, Barry." Damian replied. I joined the circle and began slowly stroking my penis in concert with the others. It responded by becoming erect and eager to contribute. "Uh Oh... I'm already about to cum, guys." Lance announced. "We're not surprised, Lance...go ahead. Watching you, will get us all aroused all the more." I suggested. Lance moved closer to the basket and pointed his penis at it. Lance's ejaculation began immediately. He spewed his delicious cum into the basket in copious quantities. His ejaculatory spasms were still continuing when Damian spoke: "Damn that boy can cum." "He sure as Hell can." Travis added. "I think I'm next." Danny announced. He was right. He began pumping his precious essence into the basket, even as Lance's penis was still dripping its residual cum into it. "God... this is HOT!" Travis announced. "Go for it, Travis. I'll try to cum in unison with you." I suggested. We succeeded. We began to cum at about the same time... Travis taking the first shot. Travis produced his own customary volume of cum. I did my best to keep up with him, but, Alas, I could not produce cum in the amount he did. Still the cummicino would represent us all. We waited till all of our respective residual cum had stopped dripping into the basket before we moved away to allow Danny to place it into the coffeemaker and start the brew cycle. Although Lance may have been the most voluminous contributor of his cum, the Danny-smell began to fill the room... His cum, by far, being the most potent in its strong aroma. Danny came to me and licked my remaining cum onto his tongue. "Stop, Stop...you're going to get us all into it if you keep it up. At least wait till after breakfast." Damian called out to Danny. "OK" Danny replied. He let go of my penis, allowing it to drape itself at my scrotum. Lance spoke: Let's go to the patio. Danny can take all of our remaining cum without distracting the cook. We did as Lance suggested. I decided I would take Danny's place, with his agreement. I went from penis to penis, as each owner held it in place for me. I traced my lucky finger along each perineum to coax the residual cum into my mouth. Lance, as one might expect, produced as much cum from his perineum as most guys produce in an entire ejaculation. I was satiated. "Don't know if I'll have room for breakfast, now that you guys have each fed me." I chuckled. "Except for Travis and Damian... they're busy cooking." Danny remarked. "They are in our cummicino and our eggs... should be delicious." I observed. "I'll go back in and set the table." Danny offered. "That will be helpful, Danny. Thanks." I said. We all watched Danny's cute little butt as it disappeared into the house. "Damn...He's got the cutest little butt." Lance observed. "He really does. Then again, Lance, your butt is pretty cute as well." I replied. "Awwwwh...you really think so?" Lance questioned. "I do. Your, also little, butt is firm and well formed and...well... cute as hell." I affirmed. "Thanks." Lance replied. "Just stating the truth, Lance." I said. Lance smiled and moved to me and hugged me sweetly. "I really don't think I'm cute, Barry." Lance said sadly. "Nonsense. You are very beautiful, Lance. Come with me." I said, taking Lance by the hand and leading him to the full-length mirror in the anteroom. I stood behind him and positioned him in the full frontal position. "Look, Lance. Now pretend you were an unknown person...so don't look at your face. Just look at the body. Look at how well proportioned it is. Look at your penis and balls... see how well formed and properly sized they are for that body?" I coached him. "Well, I guess I do have a kinda good body." Lance confessed. "Kinda...you have a great physique, Lance." I turned him from side to side. "See that cute butt? If it were on someone else, wouldn't you be turned on at the sight of it?" I said. "Well... I..." He began "Of course you would, Sweetie. You have a beautiful body and a sexy as Hell one, too." I insisted. "You really think so, Barry. Look at my stupid dick sticking straight up, like it always does." Lance asked. "Your dick is beautiful, too, Lance, like the rest of you. I think, in some ways, we envy your constant erection. It may be a bother to you, at times, but it's a beautiful thing for the rest of us to stand in awe of." I added. "So... you really think I'm beautiful, Barry?" Lance asked for affirmation "Hell Yes, Sweetie. I'm not trying to flatter you... you are truly gorgeous. Your body, your face... ALL of you. You are gorgeous!" I exclaimed. He turned to me, once more and hugged me tightly, his erect dick pressing itself into my scrotum. "Will you help me to get rid of this thing before breakfast?" Lance asked. "If you want, Sweetie." I replied. He nodded and pointed at the table under the canopy. He lay on his back and spread his legs, his heels resting on the table. I grabbed the ID Glide and lubed his anus generously. "I don't need that, really. My ass is used to opening up for a dick to enter. All I need is a little precum to be ready for a dick to go into me." He said. "Too late, I've already lubed you up pretty liberally." I said. He nodded. I positioned my penis for entry and gently pushed it into his hot little rectum. "God, you're always so tight and so hot, Lance. Your rectum is the hottest I've ever experienced." I observed. "Glad you like it, Barry. I don't know why it's so hot... Damian says it's hot, too." Lance said. "Tell me when I'm in the right place." I said, as I moved my corona forward and backward slowly to await his confirmation. "That's it, Barry. Right there." Lance said at one point. "Fuck me, Barry. As long as you're in there, you might as well." Lance asked. "But I need to wait till your erection subsides." I countered. "You can do that last...fuck me first." Lance asked. "But I just produced all the cum I had for the cummicino...I don't know if I can ejaculate this soon." I said. "You got hard, didn't you?" He said. "Yes." I said. "Well, then you can probably cum...maybe not so much, but I bet you can cum. Try, OK?" He asked again. "OK." I answered simply. I began stroking my penis forward and back. Lance looked deeply into my eyes as I fucked him, as he wanted. "Yesssss" He whispered, as I continued to fuck him. "I'll be damned, Lance, you're right...I'm gonna cum in you." I reported. "Yesssss" He repeated. My dick began to throb and my ejaculation proceeded. The hot and tight confines of Lance's rectum encouraged a powerful unloading my cum into Lance. It was a particularly intense ejaculation. I enjoyed it as it seemed to be a protracted experience, much to my surprise as it occurred so close to my cummicino ejaculation. "Damn, Lance, your hot as Hell ass made me cum BIG TIME!" I said, as he still looked into my eyes. "He only smiled and nodded. I was still inside Lance, my dick made slick with my own cum as I re-positioned it for the effect we had started out for...namely, to help Lance lose his erection before breakfast. "You're home again, Barry. That's the spot. Stay right there." Lance instructed me. I noticed, for the first time, that Lance's artery at his "hot-spot" was palpitating against my corona ring. Now, I would know, in the future, where the "hot-spot" was without coaching from Lance. After about a minute, Lance's penis began to go flaccid. Danny appeared with fresh cummicino. He approached and watched Lance's erection subsiding. "Excellent, Barry. I think this is the first time you helped him to get rid of his hard-on." Danny observed. "Actually he's done this before, Danny. You may have forgotten." Lance reported. "Is that the fresh cummicino we all just made?" I asked. "As Damian said, a moment ago...the nectar of the gods." Danny chuckled. "It is indeed." I agreed. "CUM AND GET IT!" Damian called from the door. We all laughed at his deliberate use of CUM in place of come. Go ahead, Danny. Lance and I will join you as soon as Lance is completely flaccid." I said. "No problem... I'm starved." Danny said, as he made his way to the anteroom. His cute butt, once more on full display. Lance continued to look lovingly into my eyes as his erection continued to subside. Once he was completely flaccid, I remarked: "OK, Lance, I think that's it. Should we go in for some breakfast?" "Don't pull out of me yet, Barry. You feel so good in me. You really know how to use your dick, don't you? You're gentle. Even your dick knows how to make love, doesn't it? "That's a very sweet thing to say, Lance. My dick is just an extension of and an expression of my love, Sweetie. I'm a gentle lover... I don't pound away at fucking, like many do. Except when Danny demands I fuck him hard... really hard. He likes it that way." I explained. "I like it hard, sometimes, too, Barry, but I have to say I'm really turned on by this gentleness." Lance said. "That's normal, Lance. When one is fucking out of sheer passion, one tends to get lost in that passion and soon a session of what could have been love-making turns into a hard fuck. We've all been there and done it. Later when you make love with someone whom you desire to be gentle with... the experience changes." I explained. "So you prefer to be gentle with me? Does that mean you love me?" lance asked. "Of course I love you, Lance. Of course I will, accordingly, be gentle with you. The other guys are gentle with you too... I've observed them." I continued: "Lance we ALL love you very much. At the same time, we have to protect you from arriving at the wrong idea regarding our love for you. You may well become a lover to one of us or one of our group...but you must be patient, and let things take their course." He nodded: "I know. Not everyone who sticks his dick in me is in love with me...I know." Lance said. "We all stick our dicks in you, as you put it, to help you lose your erection. We also stick our dicks into you because we really love you and want to show you that we do. Still, you have to allow a relationship to grow out of that experience. Sex and love are two very different things. Hopefully, sex is an expression of love, and not its own end. That's the difference, I guess, Lance. Sometimes we engage in sex to satiate our passions, other times to express our love for someone by delivering the most pleasurable experience possible to that other person. You'll do your share of both, like the rest of us, I suppose...but understand the difference." I instructed. He nodded, and said: "I'm hungry, let's get some breakfast." I slowly withdrew my penis from Lance's hot little rectum and he sucked the residual cum out of me and wiped the excess lube from my penis with a towel from the rack. Soon we were at table with the others. Danny's cum proved to be the overwhelming flavor of the experience. The eggs, the coffee, everything had taken on the delicious flavor of Danny-cum. It was wonderful. "Damn Danny, I'd know this flavor anywhere. You're delicious." Lance said. I looked across the table at Danny and smiled as I took a large sip of the cummicino. Danny smiled back. "Glad everyone likes it... there's plenty more where that came from." Danny chuckled. "I know that's right!" Travis said, with his own smile. We all laughed at the acknowledgement of Danny's voluminous semen delivery system. "Lance, you seem to have an endless supply of cum too." I observed. "Yeah, I cum a lot, I guess. But I can't cum every other minute the way Danny does. It takes me a little longer to reload." Lance confessed. We all laughed aloud. "No one can reload, as you put it, Lance, the way Danny can." I said. "Beau can. He reloads as fast as me and cums even more when he shoots... he's amazing" Danny blurted out. "Tell me!... He can...well, never mind." Damian said. "I think we know what you were about to say, Damian. You two had quite a first experience. You're lucky, he's stunning." I added. Damian turned to Lance and said: "Sorry Lance, you're stunning too." "You don't need to apologize, Damian, I'm not blind...Beau is gorgeous. I know he cums like his little brother." Lance said. "He puts me to shame... He cums like his whole body is full of it and he's been holding it for a month!" Danny admitted. Again we all laughed aloud. "I don't know if he'd appreciate us talking about him this way... so let's just conclude that Beau is remarkable in every way." I said in a tone of finality. We enjoyed out breakfasts. I knew, by its end, I'd have Danny's taste in my mouth for hours, and relished in the idea. Lance and I agreed to do the clean-up chores while the others took in some late- Summer's morning Sun. The clean up chores under David were always the minimum, as he had learned from Trey to clean up as he went along. So there was very little in the way of clean up that was required when David was the cook. This trait was one that none of the rest of us had mastered... so the dishwasher was completely full by the time Lance and I had finished the clean up. Lance preceded me to the patio to join the others in the Sun. When I joined the others, after a pit stop, I was confronted with one beautiful sight. There, in all their glorious nakedness was the group of them, bathed in the Sun's warmth. Lucky Sun! I thought to myself. I wish I could simultaneously be in contact with the entirety of all those beautiful bodies. The Sun had worked its magic on each of them. Their scrotums were all fully extended, in response to that heat, lying, happily, between their respective legs. "You guys just lie still, while I engage in some tabernacle worship" I called out. "Tabernacle Worship?" Damian called back. "You'll see!" I replied, as the others, who have known me to perform this little ritual before, chuckled. "I'll start with you, Damian, since this is new to you." "Awwwww...OK!" Damian answered with a smile. I approached Damian and spread his legs slightly to further expose his scrotum. I bent over and began licking the sweat from his balls, lifting his scrotum to get at its underside. The taste of the hormone-rich sweat was delicious and the smell of the musk of that scrotum was compelling. I wanted to drink in every drop of its taste, and to fill my olfactory with it. I DID! The others knew what to expect and automatically spread their legs at my approach. I suppose, due to his youth, Lance's musk and ball sweat was sweet in taste and smell. I particularly took my time with him. He enjoyed the experience, but it caused his erection to return prematurely. "If only we could bottle that, Lance...we could make a fortune." I whispered to him as I rose from his genitals. He smiled at me and said: "I love you, Barry." I smiled back and kissed his forehead. "I love you, too, Lance." I whispered back. I took my place on a lounge next to Lance. After a few moments, my own scrotum reacted to the warmth of that erotic Sun and began to extend to its maximum. "My turn." Lance said. He rose, came to me, and spread my legs; he lay between my legs and began licking the sweat from my scrotum. He took his time, imitating my earlier technique, lifting my scrotum and licking the sweat from my perineum and the underside of my scrotum. Like the others, I was left with an erection when he finally finished. "Why tabernacle worship, Barry?" Damian asked. "Because, like the ancients, I regard the testicles as sacred and their holding vessel, the scrotum, a tabernacle." I said. "Really?" He asked. "Yes...the ancients considered sperm to be an actual living human being in its earliest stage of development. They treated the testes of their fathers as sacred and the scrotum as sacred, as well." "Really?" He repeated. "Yes. The concept of sperm and egg is relatively modern. The ancients knew no such concept. To them a man `sprang from his fathers loins'. The scrotum and testicles of one's father were afforded a position of great reverence. Furthermore, this misunderstanding of the nature and function of semen, led to the erroneous conclusion that masturbation was a grievous sin. It was considered no different than abortion. It was the killing of a human being in its earliest stage. One will remember that ancient admonition that it is better for a man to spill his `seed' into the belly of a whore than onto the ground. That's why. Similarly, the condemnations of male homosexuality arise from the same misunderstanding of the function and nature of semen. You will find no such condemnation of female masturbation or Lesbianism. There is no `seed' involved with the female. It's pretty straightforward, really." I explained. "I never knew that, Barry. Thanks for the enlightenment." Damian said. "Anyway, I still accept and understand the `sacredness' of the scrotum and its resident testicles and try to due honor to them both." I reported. "Wow!" Damian said. "Besides, it makes me HOT AS HELL!" I laughed. All the others laughed, as well. "With a backyard full of beautiful and potent tabernacles, it could keep the worshipper busy for a while." I said with a chuckle. All laughed once more. "Feel free to worship all you want, Barry. It feels wonderful." Damian said. "Yeah...help yourself!" All chanted in near unison. I lay down again in my lounge next to Lance to soak up some Sun. After a while, I spoke: "Guys, either we move to the shade or we apply some sunscreen." "You're right, Barry. I'll get the sunscreen." Danny replied. "Let me put some on you." Danny said. Danny squirted a generous amount of the oil onto my genitals, as one might expect, as he smiled widely. He handed the bottle to the others to follow suit. Then he returned to me to begin rubbing the oil in. It didn't take long for me to be erect as I could be, as Danny spread the oil onto my torso, face and arms. He returned for me to return the favor. I did. Danny's beautiful penis became erect in my hand, as I caressed it with the sunscreen. Soon Danny was pumping precum onto my hand as I was applying the oil. His precum glistened in the Sunlight. I licked it onto my tongue. The mixture of it and the oil didn't really taste so good, but I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to take Danny's spunk into me. "Let's 69, Barry...OK?" Danny suggested. He didn't have to ask me twice. I adjusted my lounge into the full recline position, such that it was horizontal. Danny joined me on the lounge and we were in the 69 position. Danny began sucking me, even as I began the same on him. Travis interrupted: If you guys do this on the deck, I can give some attention to Danny's butt at the same time. "That would be GREAT, Barry. Travis can butt-fuck me while we're doing 69." Danny declared. "Sounds like you'll be lucky Pierre, Danny. Let's do it." I laughed. "Lucky Who?" Danny asked. "I'll explain later." I said. We moved to the deck, as Travis had suggested. Danny felt Travis penetrating his anus and exclaimed: "GOD...YESSSSS"! Travis began thrusting gently back and forth in Danny's hot little ass, even as Danny and I began sucking each other off.. It was glorious. I could hear Lance speaking to Damian "Damian, would you fuck me...PLEASE!" "Of course, if you want, Lance." Damian replied. Since all were well coated with sunscreen, Damian's penis was already gleaming in the Sun and was ready for action. Damian stroked himself gently till he became fully erect. Lance, already on his back, raised his legs to accommodate Damian and his penis. Damian placed Lance's legs over his shoulders. Lance's legs were draped down Damian's' back as he awaited penetration. He didn't wait long. Damian slid his beautiful penis into Lance without any resistance from Lance's rectum or anus. It entered effortlessly. Damian began thrusting gently back and forth in Lance's rectum. Lance looked into Damian's eyes: "You're so beautiful, Damian. Thank you for doing this. I can never believe it when you're in me, it's such an honor... but I love it that you are." Lance proclaimed. "This may take a while, Lance. I'm still drained from earlier." Damian announced. "I'm in no hurry, Damian. Take your time." Lance replied. Indeed, Damian stroked and thrust for quite some time, until his eyes began to shut. I knew what this meant. "I'm gonna cum, Lance... here it is." Damian eventually announced. "Let me have it, Damian...all of it." Lance begged. Damian inserted his penis fully into Lance and stopped thrusting, holding his penis in the fully inserted position. Damian's' abdominal contractions indicated he was pumping his precious semen into Lance's happy rectum. "Your cum is really hot, Damian. Keep it going." Lance said. "Damian, lost in his orgasm, couldn't reply. After his ejaculatory spasms began to subside, Damian slowly opened his eyes and spoke to Lance: "That's the best I can do for now, baby...like I said, I'm still drained from earlier." "You did just GREAT, Damian. Please stay in me, now, till I go soft." Lance requested. "No problem, Lance. Tell me when I hit the right spot." Damian requested. Lance complied and told Damian when he was positioned properly to help Lance become flaccid. I was distracted completely from Damian and Lance when, without warning, Danny began pumping his cum into my mouth in his usual voluminous quantity. I swallowed as fast as I could and only allowed a relatively small amount to drip down my cheek and onto the deck. I thought Danny had continued to thrust into my mouth, but realized that his entire abdomen was only moving in response to Travis' thrusts. It was glorious. In effect, Travis was fucking both of us. Travis' thrusts began to slow in both strength and stroke length. He was about to cum. "I'm about to cum, Danny." Travis confirmed. Short thrusts accompanied Travis' ejaculation. I could feel them transmitted from Travis' penis into Danny's rectum, then through Danny's penis into my mouth. I liked this very much and made a mental note that we must do it again. As Travis thrust into Danny's rectum, the pressure against Danny's perineum caused his residual cum to squirt into my mouth. It was as if Danny had had a major ejaculation, followed by a minor one. We were all spent. We lie there in position for quite some time, none of us moving at all. I looked between Danny's legs to see that Damian and Lance were similarly exhausted and lying still in their positions. Damian's penis remained in Lance's rectum, and he stroked Lance's hair from behind as he watched for Lance's erection to subside, which it was slowly doing. "God...you really wore me out, Lance. I feel like I could use a nap." Damian said. "Actually, Damian, we've all been in the Sun quite long enough, we should get back in the shade." I announced for all to hear. Soon, we were all under the canopy. Damian had reclined there on a lounge in the shade and had fallen fast asleep, with Lance at his side. Lance, ever observant, remarked: "There's quite a breeze, Barry. Maybe I should cover him." "That's very considerate of you, Lance. Use a beach towel from the rack there. If you think you might fall asleep as well, cover yourself with one too." I suggested. We were all smiling in short order at Damian and Lance under the cover of the beach towels sleeping soundly. "I'll get some fresh cummicino for us, Barry." Danny suggested. "Why don't we switch to mixed drinks, Sweetie? It's mid-afternoon and I think it's time." I suggested. "OK, I'll be right back." Danny whispered, as he rose to leave for the anteroom. Again, Travis and I relished in the sight of Danny's cute little butt as it made its exit from the patio into the house. "We're really lucky, aren't we, Barry?" Travis observed. I turned to him and replied: "Beyond my wildest dreams, Sweetheart. I'm the luckiest guy in the world." He moved to me, kissed me sweetly and said: "That's exactly how I feel about it, too." He moved next to me and cuddled to me as he always has. Danny returned with our drinks and cuddled to me on the other side. All was right with the world, except, of course, our precious David was absent.. ------------------------END PT 21 TORNADO WARNING----------------------------