Date: Tue, 1 Jun 2010 09:16:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: Puer Amore <pueresamo@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tornado Warning: Chapter 23

TORNADO WARNING PT 23

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.


Note: In this chapter I introduce "Paul", a real person, whom I came to
know many years ago. I tell his story pretty much as Paul told it to me,
himself. It is fictionalized, of course, for purposes of this chapter.

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We hadn't driven far before silence enveloped us. I looked to the back seat
and saw sleeping beauties. The same applied to the front seat. We were all
tired from the excitement we had just enjoyed at Trey.

As we arrived home, I turned slowly into the driveway, the garage door
opening on command from the remote control.

Just then, Jasper, the neighbors cat, jumped from his hiding place in the
shrubs to appear directly in front of the car. This caused me to slam on
the brakes, causing all to lurch forward against their respective seat
belts. This woke them each and all.

"Sorry, guys, it was Jasper again." I stated.

"That damned cat has made a game of doing this. Eventually, he'll be a bit
slow and get run over." Travis said.

Travis laughed and went on:

"For a second there, I was having flashbacks to my encounter with Paul."

"Wow, there's a name I haven't heard in a while." I remarked.

"Who's Paul?" Danny inquired.

"That's a long story, Sweetie. Let's get in the house, take off these
clothes, have a mixed drink, and get Travis to tell us about Paul.

"OK" Danny said.

Soon, we were all enjoying each other in the spa, mixed drinks in hand.

"OK, Travis, what about this Paul guy?" Danny asked.

Damian and Lance looked curiously to Travis to hear the story as well.

"Well, I was out in the car on an errand. It was in the middle of a
downpour, as Murphy's Law would have it. It was in the evening, it was
dark, and the clouds obscured any light from the moon. It was pitch black,
as I stopped at a stop sign. Just as I was about to take my foot off the
brake to proceed, body went flying across the hood of the car. It scared
the crap out of me. This is how I met Paul...he rolled across the hood and
landed on the pavement on the front driver's side next to the wheel.

He was nearly naked, wearing only a pair of old and dirty briefs.

I got out to tend to him. I was instantly drenched by the rain, which was
still coming down furiously.

I took his hand and helped him back to his feet.

"Thanks, man, I'm really sorry I ran into your car. I hope I didn't damage
it." Paul said.

"Let's get out of this rain and we can talk." I said, pointing to the
passenger compartment of the car.

We were both dripping wet, as we took our seats on the front seat of the
car. At least we were out of the rain.

Another car pulled in behind me and began honking his horn for me to get
out of his way. I complied and began driving down the street again.

"I don't think I understand what just happened. Why are you out in this
storm and how did you manage to run into my car? First...what is your name?

"Oh, my name is Paul. I was running like crazy cause I thought they would
be chasing me. So, I was looking back over my shoulder as I ran, so I
didn't see you stopped at the intersection till it was too late. That why I
ended up on your hood. I'm really sorry, man, I hope I didn't put a dent in
it." Paul began our conversation.

"Well, I'm on my way home, would you like to join me? You can, at least,
dry off and have something warm to drink. Then, I can take you wherever you
were headed." I suggested.

"I wasn't headed anywhere, I was just trying to get away before my old man
and whoever else he might have brought home would catch me. It's a long
story, really." Paul explained "OK, Paul, you can explain to whatever
extent you want, when we get home, it's only a couple of blocks, now." I
replied.

Travis looked at me and said:

"Barry, you can best pick up the story now."

"Well, I was concerned about Travis on that evening, being out in such a
horrific storm, so I was relieved to hear the garage door opener begin to
run. I went to the kitchen to greet Travis. I went first to the bar and
mixed him a Bourbon &7 and wondered why he hadn't already made his
entrance. I didn't realize he was taking off his dripping-wet clothes in
the garage...much less did I expect he had brought someone home with him."
I began.

I continued:

"I was standing at the garage door with Travis' drink in hand when the door
began to slowly open. I heard some giggling, so I knew someone was with
him, but had no idea as to what I was about to see."

I paused to take a sip from my drink, then went on:


"When the door opened far enough, I beheld Travis, who was naked, as is his
usual state, of course, but his hair was wringing wet and water was
dripping onto his shoulders from that wet hair. Then, steeping from
directly behind him to take a place at his side, was this incredible
specimen, who I soon learned was Paul."

I looked at Travis and chuckled.

"Go on, Barry." Travis admonished.

"I'll explain everything in a minute, Barry. Could you please get us some
towels, first?" Travis requested.

I was so awestruck at the sight, I didn't think about the poor guys
standing there, dripping wet in front of me.

"Of course, I'm sorry, I'll be right back." I said

I quickly returned to the garage door to hear the two of them giggling
again.

I gave them the towels and they began to dry themselves.

"So...I've got to hear this story." I declared.

Travis told me what had just occurred. I was horrified.

"Paul, are you sure you're OK? Did you injure yourself in any way? Do you
need to be seen by a doctor?" I queried.

"I'm fine. Your car may have gotten the worst of it." Paul suggested.

Paul stood there, still in his thread worn briefs. They were so old and
worn that enough of Paul's glans was protruding through at one spot so as
to completely expose his meatus.

"Paul, if you'd like to take off those wet briefs, I can find you some
shorts to wear instead." I suggested.

"From what Travis told me, you guys are naked all the time so I'll take
them off, but I don't mind being naked with the rest of you. Besides, those
things should be thrown away anyway...they're disgusting... but they are
all the clothes I have."  Paul said, as he pulled down and off the tattered
briefs.

Mother nature had been vary kind to Paul, He had, what I guessed to be at
least 9 ½ inches of circumcised penis, and a set of balls to go with it.

Paul saw me examining his genitals and said:

"Yeah, I know, I've got a huge dick and balls. All the guys in school used
to look me over in the showers, after gym class. I'm used to being looked
at and much more." Paul remarked.

"I apologize, Paul, I shouldn't be ogling you in such a way, it's just
that, well...as you say...it's huge and attention-getting." I explained.

"Would you like something warm to drink and eat, or would you prefer a
mixed drink?" I asked.

"Something to eat would really hit the spot...he was searching for a
name..."

"I'm so sorry, Paul, I'm Barry." I offered.

"Well, something to eat would be great, Barry, do you have beer?" Paul
responded.

"I'll fix him up, Barry." Travis volunteered.

I looked at Travis and nodded.

Paul, having dried himself off, joined me in the den to take a seat on the
sofa.

"So you guys are nudists, huh?" Paul opened the conversation.  "I suppose
that's as good a name for it as any. We find clothes unnatural and
annoying, and stay shed of them to the extent we can." I answered.

Paul was about to answer when Travis arrived and handed him cold beer and a
plate with a hoagie sandwich on it.

"Maybe it would be more comfortable if we went to the table in the
breakfast nook." I suggested.

Paul nodded in agreement, even as he was gulping down his first drink from
the beer bottle, which he had tilted nearly to the vertical.

We moved to the table.

I got a good look at Paul's physique and very cute little butt as he
followed Travis back to the kitchen.

Paul was considerably larger than either Travis or me, both in height and
his build. His physique was well defined and muscular. He was, indeed,
quite a specimen. He had sandy blond hair and very blue eyes. His hair
hadn't been tended to in some time, apparently, and was quite a mess.

Paul took a seat at the table, finished the beer in another single gulp,
sat the bottle down, and picked up the sandwich.

"Another beer, Paul?" Travis asked, as he looked at me and raised his
eyebrows.

"Yeah, man, that would be good." Paul answered.

Paul sat ahead of the seat of the chair, his balls and dick dangling over
the front, as if on display. He saw me, once more, taking in an eyeful:

"You like what you see, Barry?"

"I'm sorry, Paul, you caught me. Yes I do like what I see. You have one
Hell of a set of equipment there, you know?" I said.

"So, you guys are fags, huh?" Paul said in muffled tones, as his mouth was
full.

"If you like, Paul, you can use that term, it's an ugly way to describe the
absolute beauty and joy of what we are." I said.

Paul nodded and after a brief few seconds had crewed his sandwich to the
point he could swallow and speak.

"I don't give a damned what you are, Barry. I'm really straight, but I've
had more gay sex in my life than you may ever have, if you live to be a
hundred." Paul said with a coy smile.

"Look, Paul, I'm really sorry if being around a bunch of `fags', as you put
it, is making you uncomfortable. I can find some shorts for you, and when
the storm is over we can take you wherever you were going." I offered.

I continued, as Paul took another large bite from his sandwich.

"Do you have family or friends? Is that where you were running? We can take
you there, if you like." I offered again.

Paul, finally, swallowed and looked at me with a most serious expression.

"I have no where to go, Barry. I have no family. I have no friends. If you
don't want me here, please allow me to finish my meal, and you can drop me
off anywhere you like. I have no way to pay you for the pair of shorts,
though." Paul said with a sad look.

"I'm sorry, Paul. I assumed you were running into the arms of someone who
loves you and would offer you sanctuary and otherwise care for you. Perhaps
it would be helpful if you told us a bit more about yourself, and it came
to be that you were running like a gazelle in the middle of a virtual
downpour." I suggested.

"Someone who loves me...that's a joke." Paul said with a chuckle.

He went on:

"Do you really want to know my story, guys? It's not a very happy one. I've
never been able to tell it to anyone, anyway." Paul remarked.

Travis interrupted:

"Oh, Please tell us, Paul. My curiosity is really piqued."

"OK, guys, it may take a while, are you sure you want to hear it?" Paul
asked once more.


"Please." I added to Travis' request.

"OK. Well... let's see...where to begin...Well, you guys have already got
an eyeful of my dick and balls..." Paul began.

I interrupted:

"I apologize for that, Paul, it was very rude of me."  "I don't give a
damned about that, Barry. Lot's of guys have gotten an eyeful of me, you'll
understand from my story." Paul said.

He went on:

"Let's see, where was I...Oh yeah... well I have had all this equipment, as
you called it since I was about 10 ½ years old. I began puberty that
early. It was a real problem, as little boy pants are not cut to
accommodate all that equipment, and I bulged for everyone to
see. Eventually, my Dad, asshole that he is, saw a money-making opportunity
in my equipment. The bastard pulled me out of school and began finding guys
in the park and other places, and bringing them home for me to service
them...or, mostly for them to suck my dick."

"Oh My God!" I interrupted.

"You said you wanted to hear this..." Paul exclaimed.

"We do, please go on. Travis declared."

"Well, when I objected...actually rebelled...at this, my Dad beat me up
pretty good. While I was recuperating from the beating, and could barely
walk, Dad worked at turning one of the bathrooms into a `cell', for lack of
a better term. He removed the existing door and replaced it with a steel
door on the bathroom side and installed a glass door, like a storm door on
the other side of the same frame. I was incarcerated in that bathroom every
day for...well, I'm not really sure for how long...years, I guess." Paul
continued.

I was dumbstruck...Travis too.

"You sure you want me to go on, guys?" Paul asked, as he observed that were
in shock at his story.

I could only nod.

"Well, the bathroom had no window to escape through and the house was
concrete blocks, so I was pretty much in jail. He did install a TV for me
to watch and would bring me food before he left for work and again when he
returned from work, at the end of the day." Paul said, as he hung his head
in shame.

After a moment he went on:

"The way it worked was like this...when he would find someone who had money
to spend, he'd bring them home with him. He'd make a special knock on the
steel door, unlock that door but then close and lock the glass door. I was
to wait till I heard the glass door click locked, and then open the steel
door, after taking off my briefs, to stand naked at the glass door, slowly
stroking my dick to produce that clear stuff at the tip of my dick. Dad and
the `client' would negotiate prices and when all was settled, Dad would
unlock the glass door for the client to have his way with me. It's
horrible, guys...horrible" Paul said.

"I can't imagine such a thing, Paul...I'm so sorry." I said.

"I'm not finished." Paul interjected.

"Very well, then, please go on." I said.

"If I refused to do it, Dad wouldn't feed me. I went, one time, for three
days without food. I eventually gave in and did it every time without
complaining. It's been going on for years. Hell, I even have regular
`clients' who I know by first name."

He went on:

"I've sucked more dick, been sucked, been butt-fucked, and fucked other
butts for so long. ...Well, I wasn't surprised or offended when I caught
sight of you taking in an eyeful of my stuff, Barry. You needn't apologize,
I guess I've got a real set on me, lots of guys can't believe it when they
see it."

"Still, Paul, I shouldn't have done that and I do apologize." I restated.

Paul continued:

"So, over the years I grew and grew and got bigger than my Dad, so tonight,
I had made up my mind that, even if I had to kill him, I was getting the
hell out of there, once and for all. So when I heard the special knock, I
didn't wait to hear the glass door click locked. I threw the steel door
open immediately, burst through the glass door while it was still half
open, knocking my Dad out with the frame of that door, and ran off into the
storm. I was sure Dad and the client would be hot on my heels, so I was
constantly looking over my shoulder to see if they were coming. That's
when; I didn't see Travis come to a stop at the stop sign and tumbled into
the intersection over the hood of your car."

Travis looked at me and said:

"Ganymede"

I nodded.

Paul looked quizzically at Travis.

"Ganymede, my dear Paul, is an old character from Greek Mythology...I'll
explain later."

This time, Paul nodded.

"Paul, I want you to know that we'll help you in any way we can. Are you
still a minor? How old are you...it makes a big difference, legally." I
said.

"Tell you the truth, I'm not sure... must be about 13 by now." Paul
guessed.

"No way!" Travis interjected.

"Hell guys, I don't know...I'm just guessing." Paul countered.

"I agree with Travis, Paul, I would guess you passed 13 by some years
ago. Please stand up for me a moment, so I can check for some indicators."
I requested.

Paul stood up and faced me.

I lifted and checked his testicles, his penis, and ran my finger along the
course of his perineum to his anus. Finally, I thought I'd determined
enough and spoke:

"Well, Paul, for starters, you have a pretty well developed Linea
Alba. Much more than a 13 year old boy would be likely to have." I began.

"Linea what?" Paul inquired.

"Linea Alba, Paul. Literally it mean `white line', it's a knit line that
runs from your belly button down to the base of your penis. Hair grows on
that knit line. It's a genetic trait, some guys have them, some don't. You
clearly do, and it's well developed, with lots of hair. I have never seen a
thirteen-year-old boy with more than just the beginning of a line of hair
growing there. Additionally, the weight of your testicles indicates that
they are not just large, but engorged with sperm, awaiting release. Also
you have a great amount of hair in your butt crack and around your anus,
thirteen year old boys don't generally sport such growth of hair."

Paul looked at me with a question mark

I went on:

"Paul, we can get a doctor to confirm my suspicions, but I'd bet you are at
least 16, perhaps even 18 years old."

"NO SHIT!?!" Paul responded.

"I think so, Paul. We can pull your birth certificate and verify my
suspicions. You do know your birthday, right?" I said.

"Sure, it's February 3rd." Paul replied.

"What year, sweet friend?"

"Hell, Barry, if I knew that I could determine how old I am for
myself... sorry, I didn't mean to be rude." Paul answered.

"Well, we'll check it out, Paul." I said.

"You'll have to go to California... that's where I was born." Paul
complicated the issue.

"In the meantime, let's get you a healthy hot shower and try to figure
where we go from here." I suggested.

"OK, since you said you like what you see, you want to join me for that
shower and help me wash all this equipment?" Paul said, once more with a
coy smile.

"You'd allow me to do that...after all you've just told us about?" I asked
in surprise.

"Hell yes, you can both help if you want. It's no big deal to me. My
equipment has been handled by hundreds of guys. At least this time, it
would be by some guys who I actually am starting to like. I can't pay you
for your help, but I can sure cum for you." Paul said.

"I don't want to enjoy you, if you consider it payment for my friendship,
Paul. That would be a very underhanded thing to do. I'd enjoy the
experience, I'm sure, but not if you feel compelled to engage me as some
sort of barter." I said.

"Oh Shit... come on you two, let's shower. Let me do something nice for
you...something you'll enjoy...as a friend...not as a payment." Paul
declared.

"You really mean it?" Travis asked.

"Sure, don't be afraid. One of my `clients' is a doctor, part of how he
pays for my services, is to run the necessary tests on me, about every
three months, to make sure I don't have any diseases. He wouldn't have sex
with me if I did. I'm clean...don't worry." Paul concluded.

Damian and Danny had listened intently as I recounted Paul's story, but
Danny was eager to ask a question and interrupted:

"Barry?" He began

"Yes, sweet Danny."  "Well, you said Paul had about 9 ½ inches of dick
soft. He must have been really huge when it was hard, huh?" Danny asked.

"Actually, Danny, guys like Paul, whose dick is unusually large have a
situation, simultaneously, such that the difference between hard and soft
is just that, hard versus soft. Their penis' don't grow longer as they
become erect that just get hard at the same length." I explained.

"Huh?" Danny asked

"Well, Danny, you, and Travis and I all see our penises grow in length and
girth as they become erect. Some guys have dicks, like Paul's, that are
already at the maximum length and only swell in girth and become hard with
an erection, staying the same length. It's pretty common."

"I get it." Danny said.

So Paul's dick would thicken up and become rock hard when stimulated, but
it stayed the same length...the same glorious length!" I chuckled.

"I wish I had known him, Barry." Danny observed.

"It was way before you came to be with us, Danny. But, yes, with your love
of the anal, you would have been impressed, I suppose." I answered.

"I don't really care how big a guy's dick is, it's more how he uses it. You
know that, Barry. I love how you fuck me...  you fuck me hard when I want
you to, but you do it with love...I don't know how to explain it...but you
know what I mean." Danny amplified.

"So, you love the way I fuck you with my less-than-huge dick cause I have a
good technique, huh?" I laughed.

"I didn't mean it that way, Barry. You've got plenty of dick...so does
Travis."

"Thanks sweetheart." I said.

"So, go on with the story." Danny requested.

"Well, We all showered together... well, we all spent time in the shower
together and eventually got around to washing each other's bodies. In the
meantime we had some fun with Paul, who had developed some pretty intense
techniques over the years. He really knew how to use that awesome equipment
Mother Nature had blessed him with."


"Wow!!!" Danny exclaimed.  "Tell us more." Declared Lance, as Damian nodded
in agreement."

"Well, we got into the shower, turned on the hot water and saw Paul move to
allow that hot water run down his hair, down his torso and off the tip of
his penis. He was like a human fountain."

He looked at me and said:

"Want some?"

I knelt down and let the water run from his dick across a couple inches of
space and into my mouth. It filled my mouth with Paul's taste, and after my
mouth was full ran down my chin onto the shower floor.

"Like it?" Paul asked.

I nodded.

"Then you'll really like my cum. They tell me it's delicious." Paul said.

Travis was standing off to one side, initially. Then Paul spoke up.

"Anyone want to butt fuck me?" Paul said while looking intently at Travis.

"OK, I will. We don't usually engage in anal sex, but I'll do it." Travis
answered.

"OK, let me get in position." Paul said.

Paul moved from under the showerhead, his dick nearly moving into my
throat. I moved as well, to make room for him. Travis moved to Paul's
rear...literally...and began slowly pushing his penis into Paul's anus.

"Don't be shy, Travis, I'm used to having a dick in me...push it in there."
Paul declared.

Travis obliged, ramming his dick forcefully into Paul's ass.

"There you go, Travis. That's the way. The fun will begin as soon as Barry
get's my dick into his mouth... hold on." Paul advised.

As soon as I lifter Paul's balls, precum began to squirt from his meatus. I
moved quickly to take his penis into my mouth... to the extent I could,
that is. 9 ½ inches is a Hell of a mouthful.

" It's OK, Barry, no one can take it all in except the few that can open
their throats and let me insert it down their throats... not many can do
it." Paul advised.

Paul's penis found a comfortable seat on my tongue, which flicked at his
frenulun and glans. His ample frenulum was happy with the action of my
tongue. Someone had done a good job on his circumcision, leaving the
frenulum largely intact.

"Nice technique, Barry." Paul complimented.


"Thanks...I said in distorted voice, as my mouth was full of Paul.

"You'll both like this." Paul said.

He began thrusting back and forth, but, simultaneously moving his torso in
a circular motion. This worked a real magic on Travis' dick.

"Holy Crap. I've never felt like this before. My dick is going to explode."
Travis said.

I continued; although Travis was blushing at listening to me recount his
experience:

Travis didn't have to thrust, I didn't have to slide Paul's dick in and out
of my mouth, Paul was doing all the work. It was fantastic; he was well
practiced.

Travis grabbed Paul's butt from each side to hold on for the ride. Finally,
Travis declared:

"OH SHIT... I'm going to cum...or maybe explode, I'm not sure which."

Paul smiled and said:

"Do it, Travis, cum your brains out"

Paul looked down at me, smiled, and said:

" I hope you can swallow fast."

I nodded, just as he exploded his cum into me. It was impossible to take it
as fast as he could ejaculate it, so much of it ran down my chin and into
the palm of my hand, which I had placed there to catch it.

"Uhh...Uhhh...Oh God!" Travis exclaimed as he began his own ejaculation.


Paul's penis would swell with each spurt of his cum. I could feel its
pressure against my tongue and cheeks as he continued with his ejaculatory
spasms.

Paul placed his hands, one on either of my shoulders, to brace himself.

"Hang in there, Barry, I'm almost done." He proclaimed

I had swallowed quickly and taken in all his cum, except that resting in
the palm of my hand. I was saving it for Travis.

"You did really good, Barry. Most guys can't take even half of my cum, the
rest goes to waste." Paul complimented.

I slowly removed Paul's penis from my mouth to discover that it was still
slowly dripping with his residual cum.

"Travis, you should have some of this." I said.

Travis slid his, still throbbing, penis out of Paul's anus and came to
replace me in front of Paul's dripping penis. He started to slowly slide
Paul's penis into his mouth, but Paul quickly thrust it forward to occupy
Travis's mouth.

"You don't have to be gentle with it, Travis. It likes the rough stuff."
Paul said.

Travis placed his finger at Paul's anus and began coaxing the residual cum
hiding in Paul's perineum to his meatus and then into his mouth.

"Nice Technique, Travis. Most guys don't even realize there's more hiding
in there." Paul observed.

"I learned it from Barry, Paul" Travis commented in garbled speech, having
Paul still in his mouth.

"Damned, he tastes really good, Barry." Travis declared, as he finally had
taken the last of Paul's semen.

"He sure does, Travis. His cum doesn't have that unhappy tang that many
guys have. It's thick as Hell too. I may not be hungry for two days" I
chuckled.

"Well, you guys fed me... least I can do is feed you." Paul said, with his
own chuckle.

"Well, you sure did. Here's the last handful of it, Travis." I said,
extending my palm to him.

Travis wasted no time taking it from my hand with his tongue. At last, we
had devoured it all.

"There's plenty more where that came from." Paul laughed.

"Glad to hear that, Paul. Guess we should actually shower, before we run
out of hot water." I observed.  We did.

Afterwards, we prepared the hide-a-bed for Paul and sat on the edge of it
chatting with Paul.

"In the morning, Paul, I'll call my friend, who is an attorney, and see how
he recommends we proceed." I said.

If he says I have to go back to my asshole Dad. I'll be on the run
again. Can you guys fix me up with some clothes, please?" Paul said.

"I don't think he'd ever say you have to go back to your Dad. Indeed, he'll
probably recommend that criminal charges be filed against your Dad. Then
we'll have to determine what we can do with you." I suggested.

"Look, guys, I don't want to suffer through some court trial, testifying
against my Dad. I don't need the embarrassment. I just want to be away from
him for good, that's all." Paul remarked.

"I understand, Paul. I really do. So, we need to determine your age. Your
real age, that is. If you're no longer a minor, you can do whatever you
want. If not, then it gets legally complicated." I said.

"Either way, Barry, I can fuckin' guarantee you I'm NOT going back to that
bastard.

"What about your Mom, Paul?"

"She's deceased." Paul replied.

"Don't you have any other family, Paul?"

"You mean like my cousins, whose dicks I have to suck, free of charge, or
my uncle who likes to butt fuck me whenever he comes over?" Paul advised.

"Damn! You mean they're all into this enterprise?" I said, in shock.

"Yeah, they help to line up clients for my Dad. He gives them a cut of the
charges." Paul said.

"One of my cousins doesn't seem to really be into it. I think he does it to
make my uncle happy. He seems sweet, not like the others, so... I try to
give him a really good head job.  He seems to really get off to it. He cums
by the bucket full. When it's over he always kisses my forehead and
whispers: I'm sorry, Paul. I love you." Paul explained, choking up at the
telling.

"I see." I said.  "What a Hell of a mess!" Travis interjected.

"It sure is, guys, you can't even imagine. All I can tell you is that I
won't go back to my Dad... no matter what anyone says." Paul declared.

"I understand, Paul... we'll figure out something." I concluded.

Paul stretched out on the hide-a- bed and yawned.

"I want you to know how much I appreciate what you're doing to help me
guys, I can never thank you enough. I'm forever in your debt. This means
more to me than you can imagine. Paul said.

"I guess we should all get some sleep." I observed. I switched the light
next to the hide-a-bed off and we said goodnight to Paul. I reminded Paul
that there were covers folded up at the foot of the bed, should he need
them.

Soon we were all asleep.

Damien, Lance and Danny had all listened patiently as I told Paul's story
but questions were teaming in their minds.

" How does the story end, Barry? What became of Paul?" Danny asked.

"Well, Paul, as it turned out was almost 18 at the time, so we kept him
with us until he turned 18 and helped him find work. Eventually, he was out
on his own, had his own apartment and eventually moved to another state,
where he knew he would never encounter his Dad again. We get occasional
cards and e-mails from him. He has a little boy, whom he named "Travis". He
promises that if he manages to have another, he'll name it Barry. We'll
see." I explained.

"So, he really was straight, after all, huh?" Lance asked.

"Well, that's another story. He tried marriage, but reported that
heterosexuality was disgusting and he didn't want any more of it. By then
he had had his little Travis, though." I explained.

Travis interjected:

"I think his exact words were along the lines of: I'd rather stick my dick
into a bowl of maggots than into a pussy" Travis added.

I nodded and chuckled.

"So he's gay?" Damian asked.

"I'm not sure, Damian. I really don't know what his inherent sexual
orientation is. All I know is that when he comes to visit, he can't wait to
engage Travis and me in the shower. We haven't seen him in a long time. Now
that we've been discussing him, though, I'll probably fire off an e-mail to
him tomorrow." I said.

Lance had become aroused at the story of Paul. He lifted it to show Damian
that it was dripping precum down his glans and onto the shaft of his penis.

"Want some?" Lance asked Damian.

"You know it!" Damian answered.

"Damian winked at us and said:

"Guess we'll hit the sack, guys. I'm up for a Lance fix."

We understand, Damian.

We watched Damian and Lance's cute little butts as they made their way down
the hall to the bedroom. Damian's dick was swinging from side to side in
its eagerness to find a home in Lance's butt.

Lance was equally eager, and, as he took Damian's hand, they walked down
the hall, as Lance was pulling Damian's hand to hurry him along.

Travis watched Lance's and Damian's firm little butts disappear into the
bedroom. Then he turned to me and said:

Damn it, Barry, I'm hot as Hell from remembering Paul's story. I think
Danny is too. Let's not let Only Damian and Lance have all the excitement,
let's have some of our own."

"Yeah, me too. Look, guys." Danny said as he lifted his penis to show us it
was wet with precum.

"OK, how shall we do it, this time?" I asked.

"Fuck me, Barry" Danny said insistently.

"Would you mind sucking me off, Barry? I think that's what I need the
most." Travis requested.

"OK, guys. I'm always honored to please you." I said.

I went on:

"OK, Danny get on your back on the floor there. I'll kneel down and put my
dick in your hot little butt. While I'm on my knees, Travis can stand
straddle you and I'll suck him off at the same time." I suggested.

"First, Barry, you'd better take my cum, cause I'm about to shoot it all
over the place. I don't want to waste it." Danny said.

"OK, Baby, come here." I said.

Danny did. He lifted his penis for me and I took it into my mouth. The
instant it lay on my tongue, it swelled to its maximum and began to throb.

"God, YES!, Barry." Danny exclaimed.

I barely got a few strokes of Danny's dick along my tongue when I felt the
first of his ejaculatory spasms.

"UHH UHHH...I'm Cumming, Barry." Danny reported.

He sure was, in his usual copious amount. It was sweet and hot, as it
always is, and I swallowed as fast as I could.  I pushed his dick as far
into my mouth as I could allow without choking, and shot that hot juice
right down my throat. I usually don't like it that way, as it doesn't allow
me to relish in its taste as it does when I hold it in my mouth.

His spasms were at least eight, before I felt them grow weaker in volume
and intensity. I waited till he had allowed them to run their course and
then he withdrew his penis such that only his glans remained in my mouth.

"Get the rest of it, Barry." Danny requested.

"Of course, Sweetie." I said.

I raised my hand to reach his anus and trace my finger along his
perineum. I could feel the large quantity pool up ahead of the motion of my
finger. He was still loaded with cum. Most guys would be envious to have
that much cum as their main ejaculation, much less hiding in their perineum
as residual.

I pushed the extra cum along that path and up his urethra to his meatus
such that it dripped onto my eager tongue.

It was still hot... to the last drop, and I found every drop of it
delicious.

When I was sure I had gotten it all, I said:

OK, Baby, that's it, on your back, now.

Now, we assumed the positions we had agreed upon earlier. Travis was now
the one who was dripping precum in anticipation of his immanent orgasm.

I placed my dick at Danny's anus and used my own precum, now forming in
generous amounts, on my own meatus, to lubricate Danny's little butt
hole. Danny wrapped his legs around my torso. Travis straddled him, as we
had described, and placed his throbbing penis at my mouth. We made our
entries, simultaneously.  As I gently pushed my penis into Danny's hot
little ass, and listened to him moan in ecstasy, Travis pushed his penis in
to mouth and along my eager tongue.

We tried to synchronize our thrusts such that he was sliding his dick back
and for the in my mouth at the same rate I was thrusting back and forth in
Danny's ass.

"God, this is Fantastic!" Danny exclaimed.

Travis placed his hands one on either of my shoulders to brace himself and
said to me:

"I may drown you with this one, Barry. Be prepared."

I nodded, as that was all I could do.

Travis and I began to cum at about the same time, though he gave me a
mouthful or two before I began pumping my own cum into Danny.

"Yes, Barry, pump me full of it." Danny declared, as his rectum became hot
with my cum.

Danny began pushing his butt against my dick to ensure my penetration would
be maximized. I was seeing stars at this, my dick gloriously joyful in
Danny's ass as I endured the orgasm associated with my own ejaculation.

To complete my ecstasy, Travis began filling my mouth over and over again
with his sweet hot cum. He was right; he could have drowned me if I failed
to swallow as quickly as I could. I took all of it and wanted more.

When he finally concluded. I went through the usual ritual of coaxing his
residual cum to my mouth.

At last, we were each spent. We were each Exhausted.


We took a hot shower and soon found ourselves in bed, each in our usual
position.

David's place was vacant, as it had been, now, for a long time.

Travis rose up on his side to deliver his usual good night kiss before
reclining his head on my breast.

"God, Barry, I sure miss David." He said.

"Me too, Sweetie. I can't wait till he gets home.

"Me too!" Danny exclaimed, as he kissed my glans and settled into his usual
position between my legs.

In what seemed an instant, we were all asleep.

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