Date: Sat, 30 Sep 2006 07:14:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: Puer Amore <pueresamo@yahoo.com>
Subject: Visit from David PT III

VISIT FROM DAVID (PT III)
By
Barry
pueresamo@yahoo.com

Disclaimer: This work is one of fiction. Any resemblance of persons or
places mentioned in this story to actual persons or places is only slightly
more than coincidence.

Copyright 2006 Barry.  All Rights Reserved.



I was already awake when I felt him begin to stir. As had become our
custom, his cheek was on my breast, his ear positioned to listen to my
heart beat.

God! I thought, what could I ever do to be worthy of this sweet, sweet
boy. All I can do is to love him with every fiber of my being, as I do even
now.

His hand began to move slightly and he ran his fingers slowly and gently
through my sparse chest hair.

You OK, Sweetie? I whispered.

I'm with you...Of Course I'm OK. He said.

You sleep OK? I asked.

You might think I'm just saying it, he suggested, but what I've told you is
true. I've never slept as soundly as when I sleep listening to your heart.

God, Travis, how I do love you. I declared.

He squeezed me tightly and said I love you Barry. I never knew I could love
anyone this much.

I fear I could never be worthy of your love, Travis, but I could surely not
live without it. I asserted.

You'll never lose me, Barry, and I will always love you. Don't
worry. Travis assured me.

I rolled to my side, where I could look him in the eyes and run my fingers
through his shimmering blond hair.

He smiled.

His eyes, blue, deep blue, sparkled back at my gaze. I was lost in his eyes
and wished I could pour myself into the very depths of his being.

Let's not get up just yet, he said, throwing one leg over me as if to pin
me down. As he did, I could feel his erect penis on my abdomen.

Feels like you're already up, sweetie, I grinned.

He smiled and said, you know what I mean.

Of course, I do. I was just kidding. I replied.

It's OK, he said. I am up, you're right, but let's just stay here together
like this a bit longer, please. He requested.

I could be here like this with you forever, sweetheart. We'll stay as long
as you like.

We remained in each other's embrace, as I stroked his beautiful hair,
running my fingers slowly and gently from his forehead to the back of his
neck.

Barry? He finally asked.

Yes, my love. I answered.

Did I do good last night? He queried.

Travis, my sweet, sweet boy, I can tell you, honestly, that I've never
known passion like you showed me last night and it evoked in me a level of
passion greater than any I can remember. Honestly, Travis, young men of
your age are, typically, only capable of demonstrating how horny they are
during sex. Like an animal engaging in sex. They rarely demonstrate true,
loving passion.

You, on the other hand, made me feel your love and made me feel almost one
in being with you. Our souls were united in a free and mutual melding of
our beings. It was the most beautiful experience, Travis; I can't express
in words how it humbles me and gives me new purpose in living.

Please, Travis, never stop loving me, PLEASE! I pleaded.

I never will, I swear it, Barry, I will always love you. He insisted.

I felt the same way, Barry; I wanted to pour all of me into you so nothing
could ever separate us.

Never worry about such a thing, sweet one, I replied. Nothing nor anyone
can, in any way, interfere with our love or diminish it in any way, don't
ever worry your beautiful head about it. I declared.

I know you expressed some concern last night about your love for me
compared to David's love for me, so let me explain something to you about
the great mystery of love, OK, I asked.

OK. He replied.

OK. I repeated

Well, sweetie, love is, perhaps, the least well understood concept in human
thought. I mentioned to you earlier that the theologians teach us that
love, real love, is a function of our souls. Its perfection is realized in
the Trinity, in which the pouring out of being from the Father, without
reservation, to the Son is met with perfect reciprocation by the Son, such
that the resulting flux, for lack of a better word, is the Holy
Spirit. That's why he's referred to as the Spirit of Love.

In some infinitesimal manner, our souls mimic this pouring out of our being
from one soul to another when we love. That is, perhaps, why it hurts so
deeply when there is no reciprocation from the loved one.

As I love David, that love springs from what, by human measure, could be
considered an infinite source. Therefore, Sweetie, I don't have to diminish
the love I have for David in order to love you. It's not like slicing a pie
into smaller pieces to accommodate more individuals.

I believe that when I pour out my love to David, as I do, that my soul not
just replenishes but multiplies that love in my soul to give.

So, Sweetie, I can love you, and I do, of course, and I can love David at
the same time without, in any way, diminishing my love for either of
you. It's something of a mystery. Many smarter minds than mine have been
considering the matter for, well, forever.

My experience with love has taught me that I can't pour it out fast enough
that my soul can't respond by replenishing it many times over. So, Sweetie,
I can love you and David without any limitation or division of my love to
accommodate each of you.

David understands this principle, as I'm sure you'll see, as you get to
know him better. He is no threat to you, sweet Travis. You are no threat to
him. I love you both infinitely, in human terms, and the love I pour out to
each of you is in no way diminished by the love I pour out to the other.

I love you without measure, sweet Travis. Nothing will ever change
that. You can take it...I paused.

To the bank! Travis concluded with a squeeze and a smile.

Exactly, I said.  When you better understand that David is no threat, I
believe you will better appreciate him for the treasure he is. As David
gets to know you better, the love he already has begun to feel for you will
also blossom and you'll become dear friends. I will continue to love each
of you, as I do now, without limitation.  I instructed.

I suppose I'm a little jealous of him. Travis declared.

Whatever for? I asked.

He's so talented! Travis exclaimed.

He is that! I agreed.

He has been blessed with a rare natural ability for music and, really, all
things musical. I may not have mentioned it before, as it only occurs to me
now, but among his gifts is a very rare trait. It's called "perfect
pitch". It's an enabling attribute for someone who is a conductor, or for
that matter, a musician or a vocalist. It means, in simple terms, that he
can discern every note he hears, identify it correctly, and even measure it
for sharp or flat. It's a very rare ability. I stated.

One thing it cannot do is cause me to, somehow, love or prefer him to
you. So again, sweet Travis, never feel threatened by David. He, too, would
feel badly if he ever thought that you considered him a threat. I asserted.

I, too, envy his tremendous abilities with music. He plays several
instruments, he has a beautiful singing voice, and, of course, he composes
and conducts. I said.

The difference is that I envy his ability, I'm not jealous. I instructed.

What's the difference? Travis asked.

Well, jealousy involves exclusivity. It's a sort of mental stealing. That
means, when you're jealous of someone, you wish to possess his gifts,
attributes or possessions, even if, in order to do so, you would be willing
to take them away from the other person and hold them for yourself. When
you are envious, you only wish you also had the same gifts or other things,
but not by depriving the other person of them. I instructed.

Oh, Then I guess I'm envious, not jealous of David, huh? Travis suggested.

I used to sing in the choir. Travis continued.

That's Great, sweetheart, I hope you will sing for me sometime, I'd love to
hear you. Always nurture and develop your talents sweet one.

I'm a tenor, they tell me. I'm not very good, really. Travis qualified.

Later, Sweetie, we'll pull the cover off the Grand, before David arrives,
in case he wishes to make use of it while he's here. We'll leave it
uncovered so you can practice your singing with it. We'd have already
uncovered it if I knew you like to sing. I'm sorry, Sweetie. I explained.

It's OK! Travis responded. I would have asked if I wanted.

GREAT! I responded, this is your home too, you know, All of it.

He squeezed me and said, I love you, Barry, like you said "without
limitation".

And I, you, sweet Travis. Never doubt it! I declared.

Travis, sweetie, I'm ashamed for not making it a point to learn more about
the things you enjoy and like to do. Please forgive me. I asked.

Oh, that's OK, Barry! I know you've been busy figuring out how to take care
of me and all. I knew we would get around to it. Travis explained. There's
really not much to talk about, anyway. Swimming and singing are about
it. That's about all I was allowed to enjoy at the Temple.

Those despicable hypocrites! I blurted.

Yep! He agreed.

So, you like swimming, huh? I asked.

I didn't at first, Travis explained. Jacob joined our swim team and I
wanted to be with him and, well, see him naked and all. After a while,
though, I really got into it and now I enjoy it a lot.

Seeing Jacob naked in the showers was a pretty good motivator, huh? I
smiled.

Oh, not just in the showers, Travis added.

The temple used to rent out a natatorium on Tuesday and Thursday nights, so
it was only us there during practice. We practiced naked the whole time. I
think our coach was weird.

You think he was gay? I queried.

Naw, that would have been great, Travis suggested. He was just weird. I
know he watched us closely to see who had a hard-on. I think he hated
fag...er...gays as bad as my Dad. He was stupid, though. The water and the
room itself were so cold that you couldn't get a hard-on if you wanted
to. He should have watched us in the hot showers, instead. He could have
expelled half the team.

I laughed.

Well, you certainly developed the epitome of the classic swimmer's
physique, Sweetie. I declared.

Thanks, I'm glad you like it. Travis said.

Do I Ever! I exclaimed.

Travis smiled.

Our team did OK in the competitions, I guess. Travis continued. I never
cared too much about competing, I just love to swim. If we won, that was
Great. If we lost, no big deal, except for the coach, who would go
crazy. He was nuts! Travis added.

Well, there's a talent you have that David doesn't. I suggested.

He can't swim? Travis asked.

Like a rock. I exclaimed.

Actually, I continued, he can swim well enough to avoid drowning, but he
can't seem to relax in the water, stays stiff as a board, and has to really
struggle to stay afloat. I suspect it's something psychological and goes
back to his early childhood, when his Dad thought the best way to teach him
how to swim was to simply throw him into the pool.

Idiot! I exclaimed.

Poor Guy! Travis agreed. That's terrible. He may always fear the water
now. One of my friends had a panic attack in the pool and, once we finally
got him out, he wouldn't go back in again...ever!

Coach called him a sissy and made him cry. Travis continued. Then he threw
him off the team. Now he gets teased about it all the time.

That's truly a shame. I declared. Poor kid! I added.

I know, said Travis, he's never been the same since then. He won't be
friends now either. He won't even hardly look at anyone.


My God! I exclaimed, that place is a real psychological torture chamber,
isn't it? I suggested.

It's EVIL! Travis declared, EVIL!

This whole time, Travis had been kneading my testicles and, alternately,
stroking my penis slowly. His erect penis was still lying on my abdomen. I
could detect his hot pre-cum oozing onto me.

Looks like we're both up now, huh? Travis observed.

Thanks for noticing, Sweetie, I think my seminal vesicles are about to
explode.

Oh, I know how to fix that problem! He exclaimed.

Please Do! I begged.

He repositioned himself between my legs, spreading them to gain full access
to me. He took my penis into his hand and positioned it into the vertical.

Barry, he said, looking intently at the pre-cum that had begun generously
lubricating my glans.

Yes, sweetheart. I replied.

Still looking at my glans, he said almost prayerfully:

Please come into me. Pour your essence into me as I will into you. Let us
become one. He suggested.

I'm already entirely yours, sweet Travis; take all of me you wish. I
insisted.

Slowly, he kissed the pre-cum from my glans. My penis was pulsing and
throbbing uncontrollably. He began licking my frenulum up and down, I was
moving quickly into emission.

I can't stop it Sweetie, I'm going to cum! I declared.

Every drop, he replied, Please! He added, and took me slowly into his
mouth.

My penis was palpitating against his sweet young tongue. He was holding my
scrotum with one hand and I felt it pulling away as it contracted. He
gently pushed it up into me and I ejaculated into him, enjoying still
another of the beatific orgasms that only Travis had learned to evoke in
me. His finger had moved to my anus and I could feel it probing me as my
spasms cycled. Surely, I thought in the depths of my orgasm, he has drained
me completely from the epididymis up.

Slowly, starting at my anus, he began pushing my residual semen along the
track of my urethra and up and out of my penis and into his hot young
mouth.


We remained in this position until he was sure that he had received it
all. Slowly he removed my penis from his mouth and gently kissed the final
drop of my semen from my meatus.

He moved back up to me and kissed me deeply, depositing a small amount of
my own semen onto my waiting tongue.

Slowly, then, he rolled onto his back, and placed his own penis into the
vertical. Already, his pre-cum had begun running down his penis and into
his pubic hair.

He looked into my loving eyes and said:

Please, let me come into you and become part of you now, Barry. I love you!
Please! H e pleaded.

I tried to replicate the precise experience for him move-by-move. My
passion and his were at such a peak that we both looked like we had been
sunburned; we were so red in that same passion.

As always, he exploded into me by the mouthful. Over and over I swallowed
his precious essence as he had asked, and as I had been so eager to
do. When he finished, I, as he had done, returned a small amount of our,
now mixed, semen to his hot mouth in a deep and long kiss.

When I finished kissing his precious lips, I looked deeply into his deep
blue eyes and said.

Forgive me, sweetheart, I was greedy. As Fogelberg sings...moments fleet
are sweet within the rapture, when precious flesh is greedily consumed. I
can't help it. I love you so much.

He smiled. It's all yours, Barry. You aren't greedy at all. I want to give
it to you as fast as I can produce it. He assured me.

I feel the same, sweet Travis, I'm entirely yours. I said.

As we gazed into each others eyes, I observed a familiar smile begin to
form on his beautiful face. I knew this cue:

Thanks you, Ganymede! We exclaimed in unison.