Date: Sat, 30 Sep 2006 07:04:55 -0700 (PDT) From: Puer Amore Subject: The Ice Storm PT III THE ICE STORM (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. Travis made quick work of the two sandwiches and fruit plate I had prepared for him He was still drinking some bottled water, when he noticed my drink. Whatcha drinkin' He asked. Oh, this is just a little bourbon- on- the- rocks. I said. It'll warm your cockles. Warm my what? He smiled. Warm your insides, I instructed. Oh, he said, I thought.... I know what you thought, I chuckled, it'll probably warm those up as well. Can I try some, He asked. You think you can handle it? I asked. Don't know, but I'll try. I'm not shy about trying new things, as you have already seen. Travis stated proudly. OK, I said. I'll prepare a glass for you. Just sip it slowly till we see how it affects you. I returned with the cocktail and handed it to my sweetie. Thanks. He said. Sure. I replied. By now, he was reclining in front of the fireplace. His scrotum had assumed its fully extended state. This kid had the equivalent of three balls; I couldn't get enough of looking at them. Travis, do you mind if I check something, just to satisfy my curiosity? I asked. He saw that I was looking at his testicles when I asked the question, so his reply was in order. Barry, these belong to you now too. I love you. You saved my life. I'll never forget it. Help Yourself. Well, I just want to check your epididymis My epi.. What? It's a set of feeder tubules attached to your testicles that transport sperm up through your vas deferens and into your seminal vesicles awaiting ejaculation. Right! He replied. Whatever! Help Yourself! He repeated. I assumed a sitting position between his legs and gently spread them for full access to his testicles. I began by gently feeling and squeezing his testicles and slowly moved my probing fingers around to the rear of his testicle and located his epididymis. It was packed solid, stuffed to capacity. I could feel the sperm move up into his vas as I gently squeezed his epididymis. It was the same on each side. I was amazed. My God! I exclaimed. You really pack a Hell of a load, Travis. Did you know that? I do? He asked. Show me. OK, I replied. Travis rose up on one elbow to observe what I was doing. He set his drink on the hearth to free up his other hand. Again, he looked down at what I was doing. Travis, you see where I'm feeling and putting very slight pressure? I asked. YEP. He said Can you feel my touch there? I asked. YEP. He said again. Well, replace my thumb and finger there with your own and you can explore your epididymis and you will see that it is engorged...full, that is, to capacity. Slowly Travis did as I had asked. After a short time exploring himself he said. So, that's a load, huh? Oh Yeah! I replied. Is it really that much? Is it more than in Barry's berries? He grinned. Well, I smiled back, I do pack a load also, but I'm a good bit older than you, my sweet Travis. Let me see, Travis demanded. I really want to see. OK? He added. Sure! If you really want to Travis. As you said earlier, Help Yourself. With that, Travis slowly placed his hand on me. An ecstasy in itself. He began kneading my balls in reciprocation to my own earlier caress of his beautiful genitals. After a moment, he positioned his thumb and forefinger to squeeze my epididymis and check its fullness. He, simultaneously, checked his own with the other hand. He moved slowly and gently, watching as my penis became quite erect at his touch. You like that? He asked. All I could do is nod in the affirmative. You pack a Hell of a load yourself. He complimented me. Like you, Travis, I always have. I said. Would you like some release? He asked sheepishly. Oh God Yes! I exclaimed. Would you really do that for me? I asked. I keep telling you, I belong to you now. I hope these, he squeezed my genitals lightly, belong to me in return. OK? He asked. Oh Yes! I said. You know how much I love you. Travis smiled at me with his boyish, magnetic smile. He looked particularly inviting in the light of the fireplace. He looked down at my penis, taking it into his hand and positioning it for his mouth. You don't have to do.... Hush, he whispered, Hush now. I felt the warmth of his tongue and then his full mouth, as he took in all I had. Oh Travis, I whispered, I truly do love you. I love you so very much. He held my penis still in his mouth for a while, while he kneaded my testicles and pumped a maximum load up into my seminal vesicles. After a while, he began moving his head up and down on my erect penis. He had learned well from our earlier encounter. Soon, I was at the emission phase and, quickly, I experienced the most mind-blowing, fabulous and long lasting orgasm I had ever had. Only David had produced such an ejaculation in me, and that was years ago. What's this? I thought, as I felt Travis gently insert his finger into my anus to track my own spasms, even as I had done to him earlier. My semen continued to spurt for many more contractions and I watched as the excess ran down Travis' chin. I'm sorry, Baby! I said. I'm NOT. He said. It was Great! You're delicious too. Oh God, Travis, don't ever leave me, PLEASE! I begged. Don't worry, Hush now. Why would I ever leave you after Ganymede, personally, brought me to you? He whispered. We both lay in front of the fireplace now and Travis had rested his head on my abdomen, his nose practically in contact with my penis. You used to lie with Jacob like this, didn't you, sweetie. I asked. Yeah, I never put him in my mouth though. How'd you know? He inquired. It's how you encountered the stink, isn't it? I suggested. He chucked, YEP! And it did STINK too. You don't though, he hastened to add. You smell sweet, and taste sweet too. Thank you Baby, I said. Thank you Ganymede! I said rather loudly. With that he kissed the last drop of semen from my, now soft, penis. I was in Heaven. Are you warm enough, baby? I asked him. I'm with you aren't I? He replied. You're so sweet. I said. He squeezed me a hug in return. Well, let's throw some wood on the fire, and fold out the hide-a-bed and get some sleep. We'll have to sleep in here, near the fire, tonight since the furnace is off. Aren't you tired, my sweet boy? I asked.