Date: Fri, 30 Oct 2009 04:10:04 -0700 (PDT) From: Puer Amore Subject: Tornado Warning 19 TORNADO WARNING PT 19 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------------------------------ Note to my readers: In the last chapter(s) I have dealt with issues of real life for me, regarding experiences including the death of my dear friend Chad, and an experience with my friend Roosevelt. I felt compelled to deal with these very real issues, as I feel they merit consideration by us each and all. ---------------------------------------------------- The, not one but two, articles I penned produced a virtual firestorm. All the special interest groups wasted no time in calling me everything from racist to... well, you know. It is a technique they have learned, to blunt and hopefully nullify any critique that adopts a negative position regarding the invasion occurring at our Southern border. The Herald was delighted that the response was so voluminous. It mattered not whether the response was pro or con... only that it sparked so much debate. Selfishly, I was pleased that I responded to Chad's death, due to an encounter with an Illegal Alien, in a manner that sparked discussion and debate. Many responded to the website with similar horror stories regarding the injury to or even death of loved ones, who had had similar encounters. My article, being an opinion piece, allowed me to lay it on thick, as they say...and I did. It could never bring Chad back to me, but, at least I didn't turn a blind eye to the tragedy that was his death, as so many people do out of a sense of political correctness, not wanting to enrage any group. It's a shame, really, as a dispassionate consideration of the issue of Illegal Immigration would dispose any objective mind that no good comes from countenancing it. A local radio talk show host may have analogized it best by the hypothesis he put forth, which in paraphrase went something like this. Suppose you came home from work one evening to discover that Jose had kicked in your back door and moved himself and his family into your spare bedroom...then...when the police arrive to respond to your demand that they be arrested and evicted from your home, inform you that your back door should have been stronger, so as to have kept these interlopers out of your house in the first place...but...since they succeeded in getting into your house...you are now responsible to support them...feed them... see to their education and medical needs. Would you NOT be OUTRAGED???...especially when doing so comes at the expense of your own family...your own children. The hypothesis concludes with the observation that this is precisely what has happened to our country. We should NOT countenance it. While we should and do, each of us, have an obligation to charity toward the poor; the government has no right to mandate a transfer of the wealth of private citizens to buy the votes of the beneficiaries. You can imagine the response I received from all the usual suspects: LULAC, La RAZA, MeCha, and all the other racist organizations that pretend to be simple, pure advocacy groups. I found it quite illuminating. That I evoked such a partisan response assured me I was on the right track with my criticism. I decided that my next article would be an expose of these derisive groups, all of which dream of the fulfillment of the mythical AZTLAN... a notion I used to poo-poo...but not any more. My second article: "Ordained Marxists" produced a similar response. This time, as you would expect, from the clergy. One Lutheran Pastor wrote a particularly caustic response, giving the lie to the notion that he, himself, held any charity in his heart. Odd, that he would be so aggressive when, in fact, Lutheranism would cease to exist in Germany, where it was spawned, were it not that the German government subsidizes it with tax money. Still, I insist that they have rushed to embrace Karl Marx and his fundamental tenet: "From those according to their means, to those according to their needs". The Bishops and other clergy, of all stripes...Catholic, Protestant, et al... would love to see the government impose this sort of wealth re-distribution upon society... and call it Christian Charity. Of course, when the coercive power of the government forces such a transfer of wealth, it's not Charity at all... it is simple theft. The Bishops and other clergy would do precisely that, in a minute, if they had the power to do so...God Help Us ALL! In any case, I hoped that I might achieve, at least some small measure of closure as it goes to Chad's death and my recent encounter with Roosevelt from having written my two, admittedly inflammatory, articles. To the contrary, my inbox may stay full to overflowing for months to come. Oh well, it's why I make the proverbial big bucks...huh? As the days went by, Lance became a regular fixture at our house. In something of an inversion of time, Lance was with us most nights and only visited his parents on weekends. We were happy to have him, of course, but I marveled at his parents who seemed so disinterested in having him at their side every moment. Damian had taken Lance under wing, in a big brother fashion. It made me proud of Damian and also helped me to realize that Damian had a heart full of love, even as his Daddy had had. It was a blessing to walk down the hall each evening to look into their bedroom and see Lance and Damian, each in his respective glorious nakedness, lying side by side, with Lance embracing Damian in much the same way as Travis has always embraced me. Damian slept on his back with Lance lying on his side, his cheek on Damian's breast and his ever-erect penis lying across Damian's thigh to nestle itself in Damian's pubic hair. "Thank you Ganymede" I prayed silently to myself at the sight. Among the many things that render me a "conservative" is my desire to "conserve" my relationship with each of the angels that have been entrusted to me and to care for them with all that is mine. Indeed, there are some things that merit conservation. The summer we had relished in, with our swim parties and festivities would soon be coming to an end. It was no surprise, then when Damian announced at breakfast that he would soon have to leave us to return home in time for his Senior Year at school. I was pleased with him and noted that Danny was coming to realize that, as I had been preaching to him for some time, we needed to find a way for him to graduate, as well. "Damian, we will sorely miss you, but we understand your desire to graduate with your classmates." I replied to Damian's announcement that he would shortly have to leave us. "NO!!! I don't want you to go... NO!!!" Lance interjected. Lance began to well up with his sweet tears. "I love you, Damian... you can't leave me...PLEASE!" Lance exclaimed. "Barry and Travis and Danny will take good care of you, Lance. You know they will, and I know they will... there's nothing to worry about. You've always known I'd have to go back to my Mom and finish my last year in High School. I must graduate, Lance...you too...education is important, you must pursue it, it is as fundamental as the alphabet, Lance...without an education you can't do anything." Damian replied. This was no consolation to Lance who began crying in earnest, now. Damian took Lance into his arms and began kissing away his tears: "I love you, too, Lance... always know that and never doubt it. I may never be able to sleep again with you curled up next to me...don't cry...I love you too." "Don't go away, then." Lance sobbed. Damian looked to me to say something: "Lance, Damian has been in school all these years, and wants to graduate with his schoolmates, his friends... isn't that right, Damian?" I attempted to help. "Actually, it's not that... not really. I'm just the school faggot...I don't really have all that many friends...but I am determined to graduate... come Hell or High Water!" Damian said. Lance's tears continued to run down his cheeks and fall upon Damian's breast, trickling down Damian's torso and into his pubic hair. "You can graduate from school here, Damian. Barry and the guys would love to keep you here... I know they would." Lance insisted. "Don't you think that would be asking way too much of Barry and the guys, Lance?" Damian replied to Lance's suggestion. I interjected: "Actually, Damian, I know I'd rest a lot easier knowing you were here safe and warm. I suspect your Daddy would too. Still, you need to do what you believe to be the right thing for yourself. You're old enough to look after yourself, I know that. Please don't leave, though, because you feel you have worn out your welcome. That is certainly NOT the case. Lance is right... we welcome you to stay with us, but you should do what you feel right. We'll understand and support your decision either way." "NO WE WON"T...I DON"T WANT YOU TO LEAVE...EVER...PLEASE STAY, DAMIAN!!!" Lance insisted. Damian kissed Lance sweetly on his lips: "I never knew you had come to feel so strongly about me, Lance. I never knew," Damian said. "I DO, Damian...I DO!" Lance declared. "You know Barry and the guys will take good care of you, Lance." Damian said a second time. "I know they will, Damian... I know they will... they always have. But I want you to be here too. I want to sleep with you every night, and feel your warm body against mine. I sleep like I never have when I sleep up against you. I love you, and I want you to be here." Lance said. "I love you, too, Lance...you know I do...but I love you like my little brother...don't misunderstand, OK? I may chase a relationship with Beau. I'm really taken with him. I'd love to surrender myself to him as his lover, if he'd have me. Then you might hate me." Damian speculated. "NO...I could never hate you, Damian...Never. I know you don't love me as a lover, but I want you with me, even as my big brother. I don't want to be without you... NEVER!" Lance complained. Damian kissed Lance, once more on his sweet lips: "You're really something else, aren't you?" Damian stated, as he looked Lance in his eyes. "He really is, Damian... he really is." I affirmed. I interrupted: "We don't have to decide the matter at this precise moment. We have lots of time, you two. Let's think it through and see what decisions come forth. Lance, you'll have time to think it through too. I know you want what's best for Damian, so let's allow the emotion of the moment to subside and think it all through... that's my suggestion... OK?" Lance nodded, although he was not ready to loosen his embrace on Damian's torso. "Why don't you two take in some morning Sun. Travis and Danny and I will clean up the breakfast dishes and then join you." I suggested. After Damian and Lance left us and gathered on the patio, I turned to Travis and Danny: "You know guys, perhaps we should be more affectionate with Lance so he doesn't feel that he can only get the love he needs from Damian." "We have each put our dicks into him to help him lose his hard-ons." He already had a big crush on me...now he has one on Damian." Danny observed. "I know, but look at it from his perspective, guys. By now he must feel no one wants him for a lover, and only places a penis into him for medical reasons. Hell, I don't know how we show him more affection without having it misinterpreted, but we must convince him he is loved and that a lover will come his way in time...he's a very lovable little guy, and someone will, sooner or later, want him as a lover. He's young and we mustn't let him begin to doubt his self worth or believe that he's never going to find a lover...he surely will." I suggested. I went on: "Travis, it falls to you and me to shower him with more affection. Danny's point is a valid one, and I don't want Lance to rekindle his infatuation with Danny. I do want him to feel loved and recognize himself as an attractive and sexy little guy...of course, we must be careful not to inflate his ego at the same time." "I don't know how the Hell we do that, Barry. But I'll follow your lead." Travis said. "Yeah... I'll put my dick in him more often when he needs it, too." Danny offered. "That's good, Danny, but don't chide him if he relishes in having you inside him. Instead, make him know that someone is out there waiting to be his lover, and that you know how much he'll enjoy Lance's hot little ass...well, maybe don't put it quite that way... but make him know that he has a lot to offer a potential lover." I said. "Actually, Barry...the truth is that Lance is, in fact, cute as Hell. He has a great little physique, and his face is gorgeous...so we won't have to pretend to flatter him for those attributes...we can flatter him in truth." Travis observed. "He cums like a horse, too!" Danny added with a coy smile. We all chuckled. "It's true...no denying it... he really packs a Hell of a load. You wouldn't think his prostate could be that large at his age...but he cums by the cupful...and although I'm exaggerating to make a point...not too much...he really does cum, as Danny said, like a horse." Travis affirmed. We were about to finish with the breakfast dishes, Travis and Danny loading the dishwasher, when the phone rang. It was Mitch: "Hi Mitch...how goes it?" I began our conversation. "Hi Barry, I thought you'd want to know that I just got a call from the Police. They found the two kids who had broken into our house, when they tried to pawn my Rolex. They're in custody in the Collin County Jail right now, and are being interrogated." "Great news, Mitch...I'm glad they are off the street." I replied. "Me too. It turns out they had been watching the place for some time, and had gotten to know Lance's routine, as to when he went to bed, etc., so they deduced, from the break in his routine, that he must not be home... so...they decided the time was right." "My God... Lance could have found himself face to face with them, Mitch...that's pretty scary." I said. "It damned sure is, Barry. They had planned to wait till his bedroom light went out and give him time to go to sleep, then do the break-in. Lance is religious about setting the burglar alarm, so hopefully it would have scared them off...but who knows. I'm damned sure glad that Lance spends most nights with you guys, now." The wife and I don't have to worry about him... and besides...he loves you guys very much and enjoys being with you...I hope he won't become a pest to you guys, but if he does, just send him home." Mitch said. "No Way, Mitch, could Lance ever become a pest...we love the little guy very much and we are delighted to have him. He's a special little guy and there's no chance we'll be sending him packing...don't worry, we, each of us, love Lance very much, we'll take very good care of him." "I don't doubt that, Barry. You've certainly done so thus far...God, he loves you guys...I swear more than he love me or his mother. I don't know what your magic is, but you've won his heart for keeps." Mitch affirmed. "No magic, Mitch. We just show him that we love him unconditionally. There's nothing magic about that...though the results can seem like magic, I suppose. He responds to affection and unconditional love very spontaneously and positively. If I might be so bold, Mitch...I would advise you and your wife to be more open with your affection toward him." I suggested. "Shit, Barry...my wife and I are not even openly affectionate with each other... neither of us is openly affectionate...with anyone. As I have explained before we try to show Lance we love him by providing for him...Hell, he has every video game console and other toy he's ever asked for...that's how we show our love for him." Mitch said. "Well, I'm not asking you to be someone you're not, Mitch. Still, Lance needs affection... he needs your touch, your hugs...think about it, that's all." I said. "I will, Barry...but it's not in my nature to show physical affection." Mitch said. "Just think about it." I repeated. "OK, I will... I promise... and thanks again for all you've done for my son. He loves you for it... and if I may say so... well...so do I." Mitch stuttered to say. "No thanks required, Mitch, but thank you for expressing your gratitude and your love. It means a great deal to us to know you feel that way. Don't worry... we'll take good care of Lance." "I know you will, Barry. Tell Lance that the Police have caught the burglars... and tell him...well...well, tell him I love him for me." Mitch concluded. "I will, Mitch... talk to you later." ---CLICK—the phone went dead. I explained to Travis and Danny what Mitch had reported, and then went to the patio to make the same report to Damian and Lance. When I arrived at the patio, I found Lance sitting upon Damian's erect penis, waiting for his own erection to subside. "You usually cum before you go through this little ritual." I said. "He did." Damian reported, as he pointed to the large pool of Lance's cum on his chest. Damian pointed at the copious amount of Lance's cum and said: "Want some?" "Sure do!" I answered. I wasted no time in lapping it onto my tongue. It was delicious, as young cum tends to be. I thought it might be a good time for a compliment: "Lance, your cum is delicious...Danny's is too...but your cum has a very special and very sweet taste. I really like it. Thanks for letting us share it." Lance smiled widely and replied: "Glad you like it, Barry...there's more where that came from. I'll make a fresh batch for you later." "GREAT! I'll take all you can make, Lance." I insisted. "You really like it?" Lance asked. "ABSOLUTELY! It's delicious...and you produce so much of it with each ejaculation. You're amazing." I assured him "Really?" Lance queried. "Really, my sweet boy...you are really something." I said. Lance smiled from ear to ear and said, simply: "Thanks, Barry...thanks a lot." I smiled at him, and rose from Damian's cum-coated abdomen to kiss a little of his own cum onto Lance's lips. He ran his tongue across his lips to take the cum into his own mouth. "It is pretty sweet, huh?" Lance smiled "Delicious." I repeated. Damian was taking all this in and figured I was making a big deal for some reason he could not discern. I winked at Damian to confirm his suspicions, and he smiled in return. "Hey...let me have some, too." Damian said. "OK, no problem." I said. I sucked an amount of Lance's cum into my mouth and then moved to kiss it into Damian's mouth. When our lips met, Damian placed a hand behind my head and pulled me into a deep and protracted kiss. I moved Lance's cum from my mouth to Damian's, but he would not release the kiss for a long time. "I wanted to give you that kiss for my Daddy, Barry. I hope it's how he used to kiss you." Damian said affectionately, looking into my eyes, lovingly. "It's exactly how he used to kiss me, Damian. Thank you." I declared. Lance pointed at my penis, which had become erect during the kiss I had shared with Damian: "Barry, you're making precum... BIG TIME!" Lance declared. I looked down to confirm Lance's observation: "Why, so I am...so I am." I affirmed. Lance reached to take my penis into his hand and stroked it slowly and gently to gather up all the precum into his palm. When he felt he had received it all, he moved his hand to lap my precum into his mouth; "Your stuff is pretty delicious too, Barry." Lance complimented. "Thanks, Lance. I've been making it for a long time, I hope I have the recipe correct by now." I said with a chuckle Damian and Lance chuckled, as well. "Before I forget, Lance, your Dad called and said that the Police had caught the guys who broke into your house. Apparently the pawn shop owner detained them long enough for the cops to arrive, when they tried to pawn his watch. He thought you'd want to know." I reported. "Yeah...GREAT...who were they?" Lance asked. "Your Dad didn't say, sweetie...I don't think he knows as yet." I replied. "Oh...I see." Lance said. "Also, Lance, your dad said I should tell you he loves you." I added with a smile "NO WAY...no way did he say that." Lance declared. "He did, Lance... he really said that." I insisted. "He's never told me he loves me in my whole life...maybe you heard him wrong, Barry." Lance suggested. "No...he definitely said he loves you, Lance. I heard him quite clearly." I said with a smile. "Bullshit!" Lance exclaimed. "Give him a chance, Lance...it may have been difficult for him to say it that way. He says he tries to show his love by giving you things...everything you want." I explained. "Everything except for a hug or a kiss." Lance replied in a strange tone of voice. "Well, sweetie, some people just don't show their affection physically...you'd be surprised how many people are like that." I offered. "Barry, you and the guys have shown me more love in the time I've been hangin' with you than I've ever been shown in my whole life...I love you guys... and I know you love me too. I'm so happy when I'm here with you guys... you just don't know." "Thanks sweetie, we love you very much. We'd fight to the death for you...but, you know what... I bet your Dad would too...even though he might not be the hugging and kissing type. I bet he'd fight for you with all he had. He may not show it so well, but I think he was sincere when he said he loves you...don't reject him out of hand. Give him a chance...OK?" I said. Lance looked up at me with a puzzled expression and nodded. Damian spoke up: "Lance, I think I should be more clear about what I said to you earlier regarding my love for you. I don't want you to misunderstand." "OK" Lance replied. "I said I don't love you as a lover..." Damian began Lance interrupted: "No one else does either, so don't feel bad." "That's precisely why I wanted to say what I'm about to say, Lance. I may come to love you as a lover, and my love for you grows every day. So...I don't want to lead you on, cause I don't know if we might become lovers in the future...but I might want you as my lover...but you just have to wait and see. Anyone would be honored for you to accept them as your lover, Lance...me too, I'd be honored if you accepted me as your lover...but I'm not ready for that commitment just yet...and you're kinda young to be looking for a lover too...so all I'm saying is that I want to continue to love you, as I do now and see what develops. Do you understand?" Damian explained. "Really...you think I'd be a good lover?" Lance asked "Of course you would, Lance. Any guy would be very lucky to have you as a lover. Me too...but I'm not ready for that just yet...and, as I said earlier, I'm sorta falling for Beau...I don't want to lie to you...he really turns me on and we have had a really intense sexual experience already. I'm a few years younger than he is, but I'll have to wait to see if he can have a lover younger than he is. Lance, I love you, I really do...but I think we should continue to enjoy each other and see what happens. OK?" Damian explained. I jumped in: I guess it's all relative, guys. Damian is about as many years younger than Beau as Lance is younger than Damian. Over time, those years will mean nothing, but when you're as young as each of you are, those years seem a vast crevasse. Just continue as you are, and, as Damian has suggested, see what develops. I and the group have been reluctant to become too involved with Lance, sexually, since he seems to develop infatuations typical of guys his age, and we don't want to lead him on, either. Still, I think we have denied him sexual expression wrongly. Lance, I think that we should grant you sexual outlet more than we have...to the extent you desire it. At the same time, we must count on you to understand that everyone who places his penis inside you or cums into your rectum or into your mouth isn't, necessarily in love with you... can you make the distinction?" "Yeah, I think I can, now...cause my feelings for Damian are more than about sex, I really love him very much. I want to have sex with him, but I love him too." Lance said. "Exactly!" I declared. I went on: "So, if you find us paying you more attention, sexually, it is because we love you and wish to provide that pleasure to you... but it doesn't mean more than that...like Damian said... who knows what might develop over time... but we'll just have to see. OK?" "Cool, at least We'll be having sex... so something might be able to happen from it." Lance observed. Damian jumped in: "Lance, you should never doubt yourself... what I mean is...you have a hot body, really hot. Sooner or later you'll have `em chasin' you all over to try to have a turn at riding your pony, if you know what I mean... so don't think no one would want you... believe me plenty of guys...and I suppose girls, too, will want a chance with you...seriously, I really mean it." "Seriously, huh?" Lance queried. "Tell him, Barry." Damian said as he looked to me. "It's true, Lance...you have a great physique, and you are very good looking. There will be plenty who will find you extremely attractive and want to be with you. You'll see." I affirmed. "Wow... comin' from you guys, that really means a lot... Thanks!" Lance concluded. "It's true, sweetie...as Damian put it...you're really hot...don't doubt it, but don't become conceited about it, either." I chuckled. Lance smiled back at me and nodded. Then he turned to Damian, whose penis, he was still sitting on: "Ride my pony???" Lance laughed. "I never heard that one before...ride my pony...that's a good one. Guess that's what I'm doing to you right now, huh, Damian...I'm ridin' your pony.?" Lance laughed once more. Damian smiled: "Yeah, and it likes to be ridden by you, Lance. You can put your saddle on my pony any time." Lance smiled widely at Damian and then began rising and falling on Damian's penis to invite it to explode its hot cum into him. "You know what's gonna happen if you keep doin' that, don't you?" Damian asked Lance, with a coy smile. "Yeah...that's what I want to happen, too." Lance answered with his own coy smile. "Hey, let me have it for a change, Lance." I begged "OK...no problem, Barry." Lance replied. "Damian, you say when...and I'll raise up and let Barry in to take your cum into him...OK?" Lance suggested. Damian nodded in agreement. Lance continued to straighten and relax his knees, causing his torso to rise and fall upon Damian's happy dick. As Lance was in the higher of those positions, I could see that Damian's penis was as hard as it could get, and that his urethra was fully expanded, preparing to ejaculate his delicious cum. Damian's testicles were riding in his scrotum as it contracted toward his abdomen...he was close, and I was eager. After a moment, Damian spoke: "OK, Lance get off and let Barry in...HURRY!" Lance quickly rose to a point that Damian's dick popped out of his rectum with a slurping sound. Lance moved himself forward a bit and sat upon Damian's belly, making room for me to take in Damian's throbbing dick. I wasted no time in doing so. Damian's penis was as hard as the proverbial rock and throbbing wildly, dancing upon its base, begging for attention. I moved quickly to take Damian's penis at its base and placed it into my anxious mouth. The precum it was coated with lubricated my tongue such that the penis slid effortlessly into my mouth. I could feel it continue to palpitate after I wrapped my mouth around it and began my own fellatio to bring him the rest of the way. It didn't require much time. Damian clenched his fists into the cushion on the lounge, burying his fingertips into it: "Here it is, Barry. I hope you like it." Damian said, as he, simultaneously, blew his hot cum into me, filling my oral cavity instantly with his delicious spunk." God, how he tastes like his Daddy, I thought, as I swallowed his young, hot cum. He refilled my mouth each time I swallowed the previous mouthful. I tried not to think of his Daddy, my precious Jody, as I received the gift of his cum, but I couldn't help it. Physically he was his daddy all over. I felt guilty for not realizing, continuously, he was his own person, in spite of his physical similarity with his Daddy. In any case it was wonderful. He was delicious, and seemed eager for me to accept every drop of him. I was equally eager. Finally his spurts began to weaken and their rate began to diminish. I was, at the end left to feel his hot residual cum issue from his beautiful meatus onto my greedy tongue. I collected every drop of it and savored its taste and it aroma, which filled my olfactory as I held the cum in my mouth. Damian gradually released his fists, thus allowing the cushion to resume its former shape. "Was it good, Barry?" Damian asked. I removed his penis from my mouth, licking my way along the shaft of his penis as I went along, so as to not allow a drop of him to escape. Then I was able to respond: "It was GREAT!, Damian...Delicious...thank you for blessing me with the gift of it." "Glad you liked it, Barry. It's an old family recipe...I got it from my Daddy." Damian said with a chuckle. "Well, you certainly prepare it as well as your Daddy, and with a bit of a different taste... really quite good. I'd like some more later, when you have prepared a new batch." I said, as I rose from behind Lance to wink at Damian. Damian smiled and nodded at my request. Just then, Travis' voice filled my ears from his position at the back door: "Hey Barry; Do you still want us to hit the liquor and grocery stores today?" "Yes; I left the list on the kitchen counter...add to it anything you feel I neglected to place on it." I responded. "OK, Danny and I will get dressed and do the shopping in a few moments." Travis announced. "Oh...I want to go with them." Lance declared. He went on: I guess that means I have to put on clothes, huh?" I laughed: "I'm afraid so, Lance. I don't think the folks at Kroger would understand you sauntering about the store in the nude...plus, I don't know if Travis and Danny would be enough manpower to defend you from all the women and, dare I say, men who might chase after you in hopes you might allow them to have their way with you." Lance turned and smiled widely, then began to rise from his seat on Damian's abdomen. Cum continued to drip from Lance's beautiful penis as he arose from Damian. He stopped at the point he was standing and said: "Want the last of it, Barry?" I wasted no time in kneeling before him and licking the cum from him. It had cooled from its usual hot temperature but remained delicious, nonetheless. Soon, he disappeared into the anteroom, leaving Damian and I alone to chat. "Barry?" Damian asked. "Yes, sweetie." "Your offer to allow me to stay here is extremely tempting, and I have been considering it very seriously." Damian said. "I was entirely serious about it, Damian. You are welcome here. Your Daddy would want it to be that way, I'm sure." I replied. He nodded: "I suppose he would, Barry. The problem is that I owe it to my Mom to return, at least long enough to dispel the ideas and hatred that she has regarding you and my granddaddy. Also, legally, in Colorado, She could stop me from leaving the state until I'm eighteen...so it will be much better if she doesn't stand in my way. You understand, don't you?" Damian explained. "Of course, Damian. I understand." I affirmed. "So, we'll have to try to get Lance to accept the idea without going nuts on us. He completely rejects the idea that I would leave." Damian observed. "Well, we'll have to explain to him that a brief absence on your part is far better than having your Mom throw you in jail or cause you other legal problems until you are 18." I said. I was drinking in Damian's gorgeous physique as we chatted. He could see that I was: "I'm glad you find me attractive, Barry. I understand why my Daddy was so taken with you... you are a very special person." "Thanks, Damian. Coming from you, that's a special compliment." I replied. "I'd like to taste what my Daddy found so delicious...could I please suck your dick?" Damian requested. "You really want to?" I said in a surprised tone. "I really do." Damian said in an insistent tone. "We'll be back as soon as we can." Travis announced from the back door. "Hey Travis..." Damian called out "What?" Travis replied. "I was just asking Barry if I could suck him off...I want to see what my Daddy was so wild about...is it OK with you and Danny?" Damian asked. "Well...as long as you don't take it for more than it is...like we always tell Lance, I guess it's OK, if Barry wants to allow it." Travis replied. "Great!" Damian called out as he reached for my penis, which was already becoming erect at the prospect. "We'll be back as quick as we can." Travis repeated, as he closed the door behind him. Damian held my penis at its base and sat up on the lounge chair to position his mouth at my penis. Lance's residual cum now ran down Damian's torso and pooled in his pubic hair. Damian looked, lovingly, into my eyes and kissed my penis at its meatus, then began licking its shaft up and down, concentrating on my corona ring until I began gushing Cowper's fluid onto my glans. "I love the smell of it, Barry...your precum has a sweet smell to it. That's unusual." Damian observed. "Yes, I've been told that often, Damian. I'm glad you like it." I replied. Damian said nothing, rather, he opened his mouth enough to insert my happy penis into his eager mouth, sliding it slowly along his hot, wet tongue. My penis responded by becoming rock hard and palpitating...pulsing and dancing on its base. Damian held my penis at its base to control its desire to break free from his grasp and dance wildly in the air. Damian began performing fellatio upon my dick, and I saw stars even before the powerful orgasm I could feel welling up in me had begun. The slurping sounds made by Damian's saliva lubricating my penis as it slid in and out of Damian's mouth produced a strong reaction in my nervous system, such that I thought my glans would explode. My penis had swollen to its maximum girth and my glans was palpitating in anticipation of the orgasm to follow the locked and loaded state that Damian had already brought me to. "I'm gonna cum, baby...I can't hold off." I declared. Damian stopped his oral thrusting and pulled my penis to the entrance of his mouth to await my ejaculation, which he knew would fill his oral cavity to capacity. I unloaded into him with one of the most powerful ejaculations I had ever had. I filled his mouth beyond capacity, and, although I could see his Adam's Apple bobbing up and down as he attempted to swallow it all...the excess ran down his chin and fell to join Lance's, already pooled in Damian's pubic hair. The ejaculation was so powerful, that I could hardly stand up as it proceeded. My knees began to buckle. Damian reached around and placed a hand on each of my butt cheeks and pulled me to him. This, both supported my weight and fully inserted my happy penis into him. I could feel my residual cum oozing from my penis into Damian's welcoming mouth. After some time, I could sense that my residual cum had been exhausted. "I think that's all of it, baby." I said. Damian held me the more tightly until he was satisfied he had gotten it all. Then, he slowly released me and licked my penis until any cum still resting on the shaft of my dick had been collected on his tongue and transferred into his mouth. I knew that, psychologically, part of the intensity of the experience was attached to the fact that this was Jody's boy...but I tried not to dwell on the fact, as it would be quite unfair to Damian. "Did I do good?" Damian asked, as he slowly removed my penis from his mouth. "Excellent...Excellent beyond words, sweetie. I don't know where you learned some of those tongue-techniques...but it was excellent." I affirmed. I went on: "How about you...was it good> Was it what you expected?" "God Yes, Barry...you really pack a Hell of a load. I bet my Daddy gobbled up every drop, just like I just did, huh?" Damian queried. I looked into his eyes and only nodded. He smiled and returned the nod. "Barry?" Damian asked "Yes, Sweetie." I replied. "I can sense that my Daddy still loves you, even more than when he was here...I want you to know that. I'm no psychic or anything like that...but I sense it. OK?" Damian insisted. "Thank you Sweetheart. That means a great deal to me." I replied. "I know it's kinda early, Barry, but could we have a drink?" Damian requested. "Two Bourbon and 7's coming right up!" I declared, as I turned and walked to the door leading to the anteroom. -----------------------END PT 19------- TORNADO WARNING------------------------