Date: Sat, 30 Sep 2006 07:16:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: Puer Amore <pueresamo@yahoo.com>
Subject: Visit from David PT V

VISIT FROM DAVID (PT V)
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.


After a few minutes, the three of us had acclimated to the water. It felt
wonderful. I had tilted my head back to rest it upon the deck Looking up to
the sky; my usual view of the Big Dipper was obscured by the clouds, still
spitting snow at us lightly. The flakes, however, couldn't penetrate the
steam rising from the spa. We were enveloped in our cocoon of warmth.

I was first to break the silence:

David, I only recently learned that Travis is a tenor and sang in a choir.

David turned to Travis and said:

Travis, that's marvelous. A tenor, how wonderful. We'll sing something
together later, OK? David suggested.

I'm not very good. Travis retorted.

Don't worry, Travis, it'll be fun. You'll see.

Well...OK. Travis conceded.

Great! David exclaimed.

David continued:

Travis, I'm anxious to hear how Ganymede brought you to Barry and, in turn,
to me. Will you please tell me your story?

Will you tell me your story later? Travis replied.

Absolutely! David declared.

You First! David said smiling.

Well...OK. Travis began:


There's this Temple...Waco...Evil Place...Dad in charge...  Elders...
Jacob...betrayed me...Dad...Tough Love...Threw me out...Can't come
back...ever...Bus Ticket...Dallas...D.A.R.T. ...Boys Ranch

David interrupted. Travis, I'm so sorry you had to suffer at the hands of
such Neanderthals. David took a sip of his drink.

Yeah! Travis replied. That's what Barry calls my Dad. I call him old smegma
head!

David nearly spit his drink into the spa.

That's a good description for him, Travis. Please go on. David replied.

Travis continued: D.A.R.T. ended...Started Walking...Rain...Freezing
Rain...Look for Shelter...Barry's House...Covered Porch...Door Open...Saw
Fire Burning....

Oh, David interjected, now I get it. That's why the Ganymede remarks when I
first arrived.

Go on Travis, I'm sorry for interrupting. David said.

Travis continued: Barry...Take off frozen clothes....warm water... tub...
saved my life. Barry said Ganymede must have brought me...Here I am!

Dear God! David exclaimed. I'm so sorry that you had to endure such a
thing, how horrible. I'm very glad that Ganymede led you here to
Barry. You'll be safe, cared for, and loved, beyond your imagination, here
by Barry and by me, as well. Welcome Home, Travis, Thank you Ganymede!
David declared.

My eyes were welling up at listening to Travis' recounting of his coming to
be with me. Thanks to the steam rising from the spa, neither David nor
Travis could tell I was about to cry.

Now, it's your turn. Travis said.

OK, then. David replied.

I was fifteen when I first met Barry. He was still in journalism school and
was only twenty-one, himself. He was working his way through college as a
cub reporter and photographer at the Dallas Herald.

Barry learned about my situation from the police blotter, and, smelling a
story, came to see me at the hospital.



Hospital! Travis interjected.

Yes, Hospital. David repeated.

You see, Travis, both my parents hated me for my very existence. I was the
reason they had to marry, and they hated me for it. They never loved each
other in the first place, and certainly did not love me. Indeed, as I said,
they made no secret that they both hated me. I suppose I'm lucky they
didn't abort me.

That's sad. Travis stated.

Anyway, David continued, both of them were alcoholic. The evening routine
at our house usually meant that Mom was passed out for the evening by the
end of dinner, if, that is, she bothered to prepare dinner. I went to bed,
often, on an empty stomach.

Dad had more stamina. He would continue to drink. He was what people often
refer to as a "mean drunk". He'd drink all evening and usually find some
excuse to come to my room and beat me senseless. That seemed to be his
vicarious orgasm. After beating me, he would return to his bedroom and pass
out.

Travis' mouth was open, his jaw having dropped at the horror of David's
story.

One evening, David continued, he went too far. I tried to flee. He caught
me at the front door and punched me in the head so hard that I staggered to
the front lawn and collapsed into unconsciousness.

The cops told me that a neighbor, I've never determined which one, saw me
there on the lawn, and called the police.

When I came to, I was in the hospital. My mouth had been wired shut after
surgery for my broken jaw.

My Dad never came to visit me in the hospital. My Mom never made it past
the lobby, only coming when there was paperwork to be signed.

Barry, my sweet Barry, was there every day, without fail. I began to love
him, even then.

I couldn't speak to him, as my mouth was wired shut. So, I had to write on
a little white board that the nurse had provided me as a way to
communicate.

After a couple weeks, I began saying goodbye to Barry, at the end of each
visit, by writing TEAM-0 on my white board, with a happy face next to it.

The first time I did it, Barry didn't quite know what I was trying to
say. I took it back from him and changed it around a little. When I handed
it back to him it now read TE AMO. That's Latin, Travis, it means...  I
love you! Travis injected.

That's right! David confirmed.

Barry smiled at me, kissed my forehead, took the marker and modified my TE
AMO. When he handed it back to me it read TEAM-O-2

That sealed the deal for me; my love for Barry only grew and grew from that
day forward.

I had not yet told Barry that I was gay. I couldn't bear the thought of him
no longer coming to see me. As you have seen, it is not obvious that Barry
is gay. I didn't know he was gay till a little later. By then, I was
head-over-heels in love with him.

Thanks goodness for the steam, I thought, neither of them noticed the tears
on my cheeks as different from the sweat on my forehead.

David continued;

When they finally released me from the hospital, they gave me a postcard
sized notice on how to contact Child Protective Services. They had figured
out what had actually happened. I hadn't confirmed their suspicions, so
they couldn't involve CPS themselves, without setting themselves up for a
lawsuit.

My Dad had told the police that I had tripped over a garden gnome in the
front lawn. I said nothing to the contrary because I feared foster care as
much as my situation at home. I also figured they'd eventually return me
from foster care to my parents, after some time, and my Dad would kill
me...I mean really kill me, for ratting him out.

I called Barry, and he came to pick me up from the hospital. My Mom had
signed the release paperwork and, promptly, left.

So, it was Barry, who picked me up to drive me home. We stopped at his
apartment on the way. He hadn't bought the house yet. When we got to his
apartment, Barry asked me to remove my belt. I hoped that might lead to an
intimate encounter, as I had been longing for. No such luck.

Barry took my belt and, using a leather burning iron, burned his phone
numbers and address and the alarm code into the back side of my belt, where
no one could see it and I alone knew it was there. He gave me a laminated
card with the same information for my wallet. He also showed me where to
find the spare key to the apartment. He kept it hidden on the patio side of
the apartment behind a loose brick. He instructed me on how to disarm the
alarm system. Then came the magic moment. He told me; David, this is your
home any time you need or want it to be. He began to replace my belt. As he
did, I put my hands on either cheek and kissed him deeply, square on the
mouth. I just couldn't restrain myself any longer, and I had wanted to kiss
him like that for a long time.  As soon as I did, I thought Oh God! Why did
I do that? He won't want anything to do with me now.

Instead, Barry pulled me back to himself and kissed me like I had never
been kissed.

I was in love! David declared.

Travis remained spellbound. Fixated on David as he continued:

Barry took me to my parents' house and explained that he had met me while I
was in the hospital.  Barry made up a story that his mother was in a room
down the hall. It was a lie, of course, but my parents bought it.

Barry told them I was interested in interning for him after school and that
he could pick me up from school and bring me home after the shift was
over. He promised he'd see to it that I got my homework done, as well.

It worked. My parents never missed me. I wasn't getting beaten every night,
and by the time Barry brought me home in the evening, after dinner,
homework, and certain other activities, David winked at Travis, my parents
were passed out for the night. In the morning, I'd rise, shower, make
adequate noise to ensure they heard me, throw my dirty clothes into the
hamper and walk to the school bus stop at the corner.

It all went like clockwork. My grades improved, and I finally felt secure
and safe, cause I knew I had my Barry.

As my Sixteenth birthday was approaching, David continued, my Dad began
questioning me about not having a girlfriend yet. He harped on it
constantly.

I told Barry that I had decided to tell my family I was gay. Knowing my
Dad's propensity for violence, Barry said he'd come over and be there, with
me, when I broke the news.

My Dad started in on me first thing Saturday morning. By the time Barry
arrived, I had already blurted it out to my Dad, and he had begun to beat
me.

When Barry arrived at the front door, he heard all the ruckus and heard my
Dad hit me. Barry threw open the door just in time to see me come tumbling
down the stairs right to the front door where Barry was. I cut my head in
the fall and was bleeding.

Barry flew into a rage. I've never seen anything like it.

Barry stooped long enough to asses my cut. He gave me his handkerchief and
told me to hold it against my cut with pressure. Then, Barry started slowly
up the stairs toward my Dad and said:


OK, you Fat, F__king Freak! You're pretty tough with someone half your
size. You wanna try it with me?

My Dad said: This is none of your business, get out of my house, before I
call the police.

Oh, Please Do! Barry told him. I'm sure they'd like to see the cut on
David's head and hear you explain which garden gnome did it to him. GO
AHEAD! CALL THE POLICE!

I told Barry to please not hurt my Dad. He stopped at that point and turned
to me and said: OK, David, let me see that cut again.

Barry looked at it and saw that his handkerchief was red with my blood.

Let's get out of here, David, Barry said. You may need stitches for that.

Go Ahead! Take the little QUEER with you, I DON"T CARE! My Dad shouted at
Barry.

Barry turned back to my Dad and told him:

This isn't the end of it. Not this time. You'll be hearing much more about
it.  BET ON IT!

We stopped at the Seven-Eleven and got some ice and some plastic sandwich
bags.

Barry put some ice in a plastic bag and told me to hold it to my head. He
went to the payphone and called Dr. Mark.

It was Saturday, but Dr. Mark agreed to meet us at his office.

Dr. Mark fixed up my head. He asked me: Did your Dad do this to you, son?

Barry said: Don't worry Mark; I'll handle the situation, including his
scum-bag father.

Well, if you need me to testify or anything...Dr. Mark started to say.

Actually, Barry said, I have an idea. Let me get my camera from the
car. While I'm doing that, could you please start to prepare a formal
medical report of the type you'd normally prepare for the police? I'll take
the pictures, and you can refer to what you've seen my picture number.

Absolutely! Said Dr. Mark.

Furthermore, on Monday, I'll get it typed up and notarized. I'll have it
ready for you to pick up.

Great! Barry said.

As we were preparing to leave, Barry said:

Thanks Mark. I really owe you, Big Time.

Naw! Said Dr. Mark. We gays got to stick together.

We left for home, which, by now, had become wherever Barry was. David
smiled.

Travis nodded and returned the smile.

Barry was now my hero and my champion. David asserted. He still is! I shall
always love him.

Me too! Travis injected.

So, David concluded, when Barry got the notarized report from Dr. Mark, he
combined it with the photos he had taken.

Paul, the attorney, took them and met with my parents. Paul made them an
offer they couldn't refuse, so to speak.

They could face criminal prosecution for neglect and assault on a minor,
followed by a civil suit, guaranteed to wipe them out for life...
or...they could relinquish all parental rights and assign custody of me to
Barry.

It was a no-brainer for them, they hated me anyway.

I was officially Barry's. I always will be.

Wow! Travis exclaimed. I didn't know any of that.

Few people do, David responded, turning to me.

Barry, David said, you're crying.

Travis looked too and said:

Don't cry Barry! It's Christmas! Remember?

David said:

Travis, you get these over here on that cheek and I'll get these on this
cheek.

They began kissing my tears away until I finally placed an arm around each
of them and said:

God, I'm so blessed to have you two angels. I love you so much.

Let's go back in, David suggested, I look like a prune.

We toweled off in the anteroom and donned our respective white terrycloth
robes. David and I had had ours for some time. I had a third made for
Travis. Each was embroidered with the name of its owner. We were a matched
set.

The spa had worked its magic on each of us. Every muscle we had, had begun
to relax uncontrollably.

Wow! Said Travis. This is Great! I could sleep for days.

Me too, said David. Should we call it a night?

Not till we wash the chlorine off and dry our hair. You two know better
than that. I said.

Right! David exclaimed as he winked at Travis. Suppose we can all fit in
the shower at once?

Of course we can. The shower in the Master Bathroom is more than big enough
for three. I suggested.

After a playful time in the shower, and a protracted visit with the
blow-dryer, we were ready for some shut-eye.

David said;

 See you two in the morning, then, as he started for the hall and the spare
bedroom.  His penis was flopping from side to side as he walked, just as it
always has. It was so cute.

We were all three still in the nude.

Travis ran to him and took him by the hand, saying:

Don't you want to sleep with Barry and me?

Is it OK? David responded.

Sure it is, David. It's a king size bed, there's a ton of room. Barry can
sleep in the middle.

It's OK with you isn't it, Barry? Travis asked.

Of course, I said.



Travis, David inquired, don't you want to have Barry to yourself tonight?

It's OK. Barry explained to me about love. I know I don't have to feel
threatened by you and that you know I'm not a threat to you either. Travis
Instructed.

David smiled a wide smile and said:

Travis, you are an exceptional young man. You're right too. I would never
do anything to threaten your relationship with Barry.

I would like to ...just...cuddle with Barry a little. I'm a big cuddler. Is
it OK? David asked.

Sure! Travis responded. I know how much you love him, especially after you
told me your story.

I understand your love for him too, Travis. David replied. I guess he's a
hero and a champion to us both, huh?

OK, knock it off, you two. I said. You're gonna make me start crying again.

We were all exhausted and our heads barely upon the pillows before we were
sound asleep.