Date: Mon, 12 Jan 2015 08:31:14 -0800
From: Puer Amore <pueresamo@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tornado Warning chap 33

TORNADO WARNING PT 33

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.

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ACKNOWLEDGEMENT: Many thanks to my dear friend Daryl for his efforts to
proofread and edit my work. His assistance has been invaluable.


Notes to my readers:

Among the many FAQs that I have received, are some that I should answer:

1. Yes, all my stories are based upon real events and real persons in my
life over many years, even decades.

2. Airport related events all occurred pre 9-11, and therefore access to
gates, etc., reflect the absence of the security measures adopted after
9-11.

3. Cell phones were not around during the years of most of my stories. So
payphones / landlines were employed during many of my stories.

4. Many of you have emailed regarding the protracted times I allow to
elapse between the addition of chapters. I will not bore you with the
details of my medical issues, other than to say I have my share. Sometimes
the medications I take cause me to be so foggy-headed that I can't
concentrate. So please forgive me if much time elapses between my
submissions. I have received so many emails asking me to submit new
chapters that I find myself motivated to continue my stories. Thank you!







True to his word, Pop had Lance call with each stop he made for gas or
meals. With each call, Lance seemed more comfortable with the trip and that
he would be returned to us safely and without interference. After arriving
at the nudist colony in Florida, Lance began calling once every evening,
before bedtime, primarily to recount the excitement and events of the
day. He seemed to be having a wonderful time and we were all pleased that
he was.

Lance's tearful and distressed display of emotion at leaving for Florida
with Pop was the first time he had made it known as to just how attached he
had become to us, and how important it was for his presence and his
position with us to persist. I had failed to understand just how attached
he had become to us and how much love he had developed for us.

I must have been the only dolt in this regard as gauged by the response of
Danny and the others when I posited the notion. Danny promptly remarked:

"Heavens yes, Barry, it's been obvious for a long time that Lance loves us
more than his own family?. MUCH MORE!"

Travis added:

"It's true, Barry. That kid loves us all very much. I think he'd like to be
one of us? he just doesn't know how to ask."

David looked up at me and nodded in agreement.

Even Carson added:

"Yeah, it's obvious. I suspect he's somewhat upset that I was taken into
the group ahead of him."

"Your situation was unique, Carson. We needed to act with urgency." I
noted.

I went on:

"Don't misunderstand, guys. I'd love to add Lance to our group, but, unlike
the rest of you, he's still connected to a family that loves him? at least
they love him in their own way. I don't want to create a situation where
they now see us as a threat and take Lance away from us as a result. That
would be counterproductive. I suggest that we all give the matter some
serious thought and talk about our options before Lance returns to us."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"We have all become very fond of Lance. We must, at the same time, only do
that which is beneficial to him." I concluded.

Again, there were nods of agreement.

"One thing, Barry" Travis observed.

"What's that, sweetie?" I asked.

"How will we get more bed into the bedroom? He chuckled.

I smiled back:

"We can manage that with no problem, don't worry."

Everyone chuckled at the prospect.  David said:

"Lance is just a little sweetheart, Barry. I think we'd all love to have
him become one of us. I think it's what he wants more than anything. I
understand the potential problem it might result in with his parents, but I
don't want to use that as some sort of cop-out, either. I would love to see
Lance as one of us, but I, like you, don't know how to bring it about."

"I don't either, David. I may have underestimated how strongly he wants to
be one of us. Shame on me." I replied.

"Well, it's not like he has been open about it. He never brings the notion
up for discussion. It's just something we sense." David concluded.

I nodded and said:

"Let's all think about it?. remembering that if any one of us is not in
favor of it, it can't happen?. it must be unanimous."


Just as the room went silent, the phone rang. It was Lance.

I placed his call on speakerphone, so we could all hear and respond:

I began the conversation:

"Hi Baby. It's great to hear from you. We all miss you very much. We hope
you're having a GREAT time."

"They're all treating me real good, Barry, but I miss you and the guys even
more than I thought I would. I'm glad I have my little heart shaped bottle
with all your essences in it. I sleep with it under my pillow every
night. Tell the guys I really miss 'em."

"You're on speakerphone, Sweetie, you can tell them yourself." I
instructed.

"OKAY?.Hi guys?God, I miss you guys so much?. I love you all and I can't
wait to get home to you." Lance submitted.

Danny jumped in:

"We all love you very much, too, Lance. We were just talking about that
fact and we are anxious for you to come home to us, too."

"Are you really, guys? I really mean that much to you?" Lance queried

"Of course you mean that much to us, Lance. We miss you and all love you
very much." Travis added.

"God?. that's great. I love you guys so damned much. I don't say it that
often, cause I didn't think I meant that much to you." Lance offered.

I jumped back in:

"The Hell we don't. Of course we love you that much, Baby. It's not the
same around here without you. We are anxious for you to come home. Beware?
we may hug and kiss you to death when you get home?that's how much we miss
you."

"Me, too." Lance said, enthusiastically.

I could hear Landon chuckling in the background and coaching Lance:

"You gonna tell 'em or what?"

Lance responded with a groan and a ? "I don't think?."

I interjected:

 "What is it, Sweetie? What is Landon trying to get you to tell us?"

"Oh, a crazy thing happened this afternoon. Landon is laughing about it
now, but he was mad as Hell when it happened." Lance said.

Danny jumped in:

"Well don't keep us all in the dark. Tell us about it."

"You really want to hear about it?" Lance queried

"Please?tell us, Lance." David added.

"Well, I Decided to do some sunbathing on our nude beach. So I was laying
there soaking up some of the Florida Sun with my usual hard-on. I had a
small towel over my eyes cause the Sun was so bright and my forehead was
sweating like crazy? anyway, Landon had gone to the cabana to get us a
Coke. When he got back? well, I felt him take my hard-on in his hand and
could detect the shadow, even through my towel, as he straddled me and sat
on my dick inserting it into his ass. He made his contractions work a
little differently; they started at the top of my dick and rippled down my
shaft. His ass was really hot and it didn't take long for me to start a
huge ejaculation. I filled his ass with my cum big time. My dick was still
throbbing like crazy when I heard out of one ear the voice of Landon
screaming down the beach: 'GET THE HELL OFF HIM, TUCKER!'

I ripped the towel away to see that it wasn't Landon whose ass my dick was
parked in, it was some guy I had never seen before. He lives here at the
colony, but I had not met him yet. He's very beautiful, with tightly curled
sandy blond hair. He's very tall and lanky. His name is Tucker?and he sure
as Hell had my dick 'tucked' in his ass."

Landon came running to us and he was furious with Tucker, pushing him off
of me. It was actually a little painful having my dick come out of Tucker
nearly sideways as Landon pushed him off me to one side. Leftover cum shot
out of my dick and all over Tucker's ass.

Landon slugged Tucker several times before Tucker said "SORRY" and ran away
down the beach.

Knowing what he did is a major NO, NO?. Tucker came back later and
apologized Big Time?. and begged us NOT to tell on him. Had it all been
consensual, there would be no problem, but what Tucker did is NO, NO.

Anyway?. Landon has been kidding me about it all day."

I interjected:

"I see the humor, I guess. Let's just hope he didn't give you anything,
Sweetie."

"Nah, I don't think so. He and Landon used to be jerk off buddies, and
Landon says he's sure Tucker doesn't have anything." Lance replied.

"Have they done more than jerk each other off?" I asked.

The phone went silent while Lance asked Landon the answer to that question.

"Yeah they've fucked each other before?. no one caught anything though."
Lance informed me.

"That's good. I'm relieved." I said.

"We haven't told anyone else about it. Landon says Pop would kill Tucker if
he found out about it so we haven't said anything." Lance added.

"I see." I responded.

"Well, Hell, Barry, Tucker is cute as Hell. If he had asked me, I would
have probably let him have sex with me." Lance suggested.

I could hear Landon in the background:

"The Hell you would!"  "Sounds like Landon would be upset if that were to
happen, Sweetie." I said.

"Yeah, I guess so." Lance admitted.

Danny spoke to the speakerphone:

"Be careful, Lance. We all love you and couldn't stand it if anything bad
happened to you. Barry and the guys kept me from having sex with any
strangers and I'm grateful that they did. God, I don't want to ever get a
disease of any kind, and I don't want you to either."

"Thanks, Danny. I can't tell you how wonderful it is to know you love me
that much." Lance stated.

"Are you kidding?. We all love you very much, Lance. We only want the best
for you." Danny concluded.

I interjected:

"Be safe, Sweetie, and keep us posted on all your adventures."

"I will. I love all you guys so damned much. I'm having some fun, but I
can't wait to get my little butt back home to you guys. I'll call again
tomorrow and let you know how it's going." Lance promised.

In response, all the guys chanted into the speakerphone:

"WE LOVE YOU, LANCE!"

Lance's voice began to crack as he made his closing remarks:

"LOVE YOU GUYS, TOO?BYE, BYE!"

The line clicked to silence. The guys dispersed.

I sat there starring at the now inactive phone and pondering to myself as
to the wisdom of encouraging Lance to accompany Pop to Florida. After a
while, Travis returned and spoke up:

"You OKAY, Barry?"

"I'm not really sure, Travis. It distresses me greatly that this Tucker guy
did what he did to Lance. I'm all the more eager to get him home, now." I
proclaimed.

"I understand. It never occurred to me that Lance would be exposed to this
Tucker guy or to any other uninvited sex-play." He responded.  "Well, it's
done?guess we should be about our business, though I won't be able to get
Lance out of my mind till he's here and I can hug him." I said

"Me, too." Travis affirmed.

Soon we were at poolside enjoying the sun and mixed drinks. As I assumed, I
had Lance on my mind constantly through dinner, which David has prepared in
his usual inimitable fashion.

We were about the business of winding down the evening and making ready for
bed when the phone rang. Travis answered it and called to me that the call
was for me and from Florida.

I took the call. It was from some guy named Carl. He was the administrator
of the colony where Pop lives. He informed me that Pop had learned of the
incident with Tucker and Lance from someone who witnessed it. Apparently,
Pop flew into a rage and approached Tucker's father with threats. The
father responded by beating Tucker severely. Carl said that Pop was so
overwrought that he suffered what appears to be a stroke. Pop was treated
in the colony infirmary. Carl said that Pop wanted me to know that he had
handled the matter and that I and the guys here should not be worried.
Carl said that the doctor was worried for Pop and that the worst may be
still to come.

"Should I come and collect the boys, Carl?" I asked.

"Pop hasn't asked for that, but anticipated it and said he would not
object, should you decide to do so." Carl advised.

"I'm on my way, Carl. I will make immediate reservations and get my butt to
the airport. I'll let you know the particulars of flight number and time as
soon as I know, Carl."

"Pop said he would cover the flight expenses for the boys, as he had
promised earlier, when the boys agreed to come for a visit." Carl informed
me.

"That's fine, Carl, but we'll worry about all that once I arrive. Can you
arrange for someone to pick me up at the airport, or should I rent a car. I
have no idea where the colony is, but I guess I can find it." I said.

"No, Barry, I'll pick you up at he airport, myself, just let me know time
and flight information. Don't worry about the boys, I'll look after them,
personally." Carl said.

"Thanks, Carl, that's very reassuring. Tell the boys I'm on the way and
will get there as soon as I can." I said.

Travis approached and asked:

"Anything wrong, Barry?"

"I'm afraid so, Travis. I need to book the next flight to Orlando." I
declared.

I explained to Travis what had happened and that Pop was in the infirmary
and the rest.

"Holy Shit!" Travis declared.

"Indeed!" I replied.

I booked myself on the red-eye and Travis offered to drive me to the
airport.

"You haven't had any sleep, Barry. Will you be okay?" Travis asked.

"I'll sleep on the plane, sweetie." I suggested.

"Fat chance, you'll sleep on the plane, Barry. I know you better than
that." Travis rebutted.

"I wouldn't sleep here, either Travis."

"I know." He replied matter-of-factishly.

Once more, the phone rang. It was Lance.

"Barry, don't worry about us, we're fine and anxious to be with you. In the
meantime, Carl is looking over us and everything is just fine. OKAY?"

"OKAY, sweetie, I'll be there early in the morning. We'll sort it all out
then." I promised.

"OKAY, Barry. Carl said to tell you that Pop is doing okay, but the doctor
is concerned and may move Pop to the hospital in the morning as soon as
arrangements are made." Lance informed me.

"OKAY, Baby, tell Carl thanks for everything, and tell him my flight
arrives at 7AM." I explained.

"Will do, Barry. I love you, and Landon does, too." Lance affirmed.

"I love you two as well, Baby. See you in the morning." I promised.

"See you then, Barry, Bye Bye!" Lance ended the call

The phone, again, clicked to silence.



I made my way to the bedroom to pack an overnight bag for the trip. Travis
made his way to the kitchen to pack a bag of sandwiches and snacks for me
to take with me. The others were already stretched out, in their glorious
nakedness on the super sized bed. I explained to them what was about to
take place and promised that I would return with the boys as quickly as
possible. They all rose from the bed and gave me protracted hugs to
reassure me. It reminded me of the extreme love that exists in our little
group. It exists without selfishness or reservation.

"Tell the boys we all love them and long for them to be home again, Barry."
David declared.

"I will. I know they are anxious to be home, too." I affirmed.

"Sleep well, guys. I'll be back before you know it." I said.

"What about me?" proclaimed Danny." Accustomed to sleeping between my legs
with his breath warming my genitals, he was confused.

"Don't worry, Danny. Cuddle up with Travis. He'll watch over you till I
return." I suggested.

"OKAY. We know this is something you gotta do?.but I'm taking you at your
word to get back with the boys ASAP." Danny said.

"I will, Baby, don't worry. Besides, my genitals will feel lost without
your warm breath bathing them all night." I said with a smile.

Danny smiled back and nodded.

I went to him and delivered a firm hug of reassurance. He hugged me back
and kissed me gently on my lips.

"I love you, Barry." Danny said sweetly.

" I love you, too, Danny. Never forget it." I proclaimed.

He nodded at me and squeezed his hug more tightly, once more.

"We best be going, Barry." Travis interjected.

Danny released his hug and allowed me to grab my overnight bag and leave
the bedroom with Travis at my side.

I second-guessed myself aloud during the entire trip to the
airport. Perhaps I shouldn't have encouraged the boys, especially Lance, to
go with Pop.

Finally, Travis interrupted:

"You know where you went wrong, don't you, Barry?"

I turned to look at him while slowly shaking my head.

"You forgot to employ your crystal ball, Barry" He said with a smile.

He went on: "You could never have anticipated all this, Barry. Besides, Pop
is the granddaddy to both Lance and Landon. You made the correct decision
to encourage them to visit Pop. Stop punishing yourself over it. There's
nothing to be punished for, Barry."

I nodded in agreement and said: "I know you're right, Travis. It's just if
anything bad were to happen to any of you guys?.I suppose I'd find a way to
blame myself. Each of you is so very precious to me, and it's my main duty
to protect you. I love you each beyond the telling. If for no other reason,
I'd blame myself for failing in that duty, sweetheart."

Travis replied: "I have yet to see anything such that you have failed in
that responsibility, Barry. You've always been here for each and all of
us. Stop fretting!"

We arrived at the drop off point at the airport.

Travis asked if he should accompany me to the gate to wait for the plane. I
said no, that he should get back to the house where Danny was waiting to
snuggle up to him.

"Be especially affectionate with Danny while I'm gone, Travis. This is the
first and only time I have left him behind in such a fashion. He's confused
by it."


I will, Barry. He's one of us and I'll do my best to love him and show him
as much affection as he will accept while you're gone. Don't worry."

"I know you will, Travis. Thank you. I love you, Travis, you know that." I
affirmed.

"I've known it and never doubted it since that first icy day I met
you. Have a safe trip, lover. I'll take care of Danny, don't worry." He
said.

Soon, I found myself pacing back and forth in the gate waiting area,
watching for the plane to arrive. Finally, the waiting area began to fill
up with other ticketed flyers and the plane pulled to the gate to deplane
those already on it.

Finally, I was on the plane. I took my seat, an isle seat, and anxiously
watched as the other passengers found their seats and sat.

Eventually, the plane was pushed back and taxied for take off.

Once in the air, I began to hear the words of Carl and those of the boys
repeated in my head: "Don't Worry?Don't worry? don't worry." I was
exhausted, and with those words ringing in my ear, I was able to doze off.

After a while, the flight attendant came by, pushing her cart.

"Do you have a bourbon and a can of Sprite?" I asked.

"Yes Sir." She responded.

After digging about in her cart, she handed me an airline-sized bottle of
Jack Daniels and the can of Sprite along with a plastic glass of ice.

"Will this do, Sir?" She asked.

I smiled and accepted the offering. I didn't want to embarrass her by
telling her that Jack Daniels is, actually, a Tennessee whiskey? not
bourbon. It was close enough and I prepared my drink.

The drink helped to take the edge off. I ate one of the sandwiches that
Travis had made for me. I guess I was hungrier than I thought, as I scarfed
it down. Never had a simple sandwich tasted so heavenly. Thank God for
Travis, I thought to myself.

I reclined my seat and went back to sleep.

It seemed almost instantaneously that I awoke to the sound of the landing
gear being lowered.

Soon we were on the ground and taxiing to our gate.

As I exited the skyway ramp into the gate area, I stopped once inside the
gate area and began to look about for Carl. I had no idea what he might
look like. I didn't have to wait long as I was practically tackled from
behind and placed tightly into the embrace of Lance and Landon. They had
been at the window behind me watching the plane arriving at the gate.

They were hugging me so tightly that I had a hard time breathing.

"Loosen up a bit, guys, so I can breathe." I said with a chuckle.

"God, Barry, we're so glad you're here." Lance declared.

"We really are!" Landon added.

A man approached the scene with a smile. I assumed him to be Carl.  "Hi
Barry. I'm Carl. We're all glad you made it safely. I can see the boys are
delighted to see you. They spent the entire drive here extolling your
wonderfulness. The love they have for you is palpable. I envy you."

"Good to meet you, Carl. Thanks for watching after the boys. I really
appreciate it." I affirmed.

I noticed another boy standing aside and slightly behind Carl with a
sheepish smile on his face but as if he were welling up with tears.

"And who is this handsome young man?" I asked.

Landon answered before Carl could:

"This is my and Lance's cousin, Barry."

I extended my hand to him and asked:

"What is your name, young man?"

"My name is Cameron, sir, but everyone calls me Cam. When I was little,
they called me Cammy, but now they call me Cam."

I shook Cam's hand and told him I was pleased to meet him.

Lance, still hugging me tightly, interrupted:

"You want to hug him, too, Cam?

Cam began to blush at the suggestion but looked at me and asked:

"Would it be alright?"

"Of course, Cam, if you can find a space with Lance and Landon already
hooked onto me." I smiled.

He approached and joined in our group hug.

"See, Cam, I told you he was really cool." Lance declared.

Cam responded by tightening his hug on me.

I ran my hands slowly through their hair and proclaimed:


God, you guys, I am so very glad to be here. It appears that Carl has taken
care of you just as he promised."

I turned to Carl:

"Thank you, Carl."

Carl nodded.

"I hope you're hungry, Barry. Breakfast will be ready just about the time
we get back."

He went on:

"The boys haven't eaten yet, so I'm sure they're hungry."

I nodded and said:

"Well we can't keep the boys waiting, let's go get some breakfast."

Reluctantly, the boys turned loose of me. Cam was the last, and seemed not
to want to let me go at all.

I bent to him and kissed him on his forehead and said:

"Let's go get you fed, Cam."

His eyes lit up when I kissed him and he looked up at me with a huge smile
and nodded, He finally relinquished his hug, but took me by the hand to
walk beside me as we headed to the parking lot,

"Looks like you have a new fan, Barry." Carl declared, as he observed Cam
holding my hand.

I smiled and nodded.

During the drive back to the colony, we discussed Pop and his medical
condition:

"How's Pop doing, Carl?" I asked

"Well, he's still at our infirmary, Barry. The Dr. is considering moving
him to the hospital at least long enough to run some tests. The doc says
that while Pop's symptoms were stroke- like he doesn't think Pop suffered a
full-blown stroke. At the hospital, they can run some tests to know for
sure. So they may move him this afternoon. Pop asked them not to move him
until he got to visit with you." Carl explained.

"Is he feeling better, at all?" I asked.

"He's not slurring any longer, but his blood pressure is extremely
high. The Doc put him on an I.V. to control that. The I.V. alone keeps Pop
tethered to his bed."

"I see." I replied.

I had taken a seat in the back seat cause Lance and Landon wanted to sit on
either side of me during the ride. To my surprise, Cam sat on my lap during
the ride. He kept squirming around and causing me to fight off having a
major erection. I don't know if he realized he was causing me this issue or
not.

We finally made it to the colony without me Cumming on myself. I was
relieved.

Once we entered the colony the boys began unbuttoning and removing my
clothes:

"Let's get this stuff off of you, Barry. We're not used to seeing you with
clothes. Besides, no one wears clothes here." Lance explained.

Before I knew it I was naked. The boys quickly followed suit, including my
new buddy, Cam. Cam displayed an absolutely perfect physique. He was
beautiful. His hair was so blond it was nearly white and his eyes were so
blue that they were nearly silver. He asked me to examine his penis. He
thought it was not just right. It was very much alright. He was generously
endowed. His penis and testicles were right-sized for his
physique. Whomever performed his circumcision did it right. His frenulum
was left intact. Some doctors remove the frenulum, which reduces the
sensitivity of the penis to stimulation and pleasure. He was quite the
specimen, indeed.

"So I'm okay, in the dick and balls dept., Barry?" Cam asked.

"You're perfect, Cam. Did someone tell you otherwise?" I asked

"Yeah, some asshole?it doesn't matter". Cam said

"Well, that asshole doesn't know what he's talking about, Cam. Your
genitals are really perfect. They are generous in size but not too big,
either." I declared.

"That's what Lance says, too." Cam advised.

"Lance is absolutely correct, Cam. You have a great physique, and your
genitals are a part of it. See, the doctor who circumcised you was smart
and left your frenulun in tact." I observed.

"My what?" Cam asked.

"Can I touch you?" I requested


"Sure!" Cam replied.

I took hold gently of his penis and rolled it such that the dorsal side was
facing up so he could see.

"See this little flap of skin right behind your corona?that is the head of
your penis, on what would normally be the underside of your penis?" I asked
as I pointed to it with my finger.

"Yeah." He said.

"This is your frenulum, it is packed with nerves that heighten your sexual
experience when it is rubbed against during masturbation or sex." I
explained

"Wow, I've already learned something from you today. The guys said I would
learn all about my dick and balls from you, that you know it all. Thanks,
Barry." Cam said

I was still holding his penis to expose his frenulum to his gaze when I
felt it rapidly becoming erect.

"It's okay, Barry. It gets hard like that quick and stays that way till I
cum. Sometimes, if I ignore it goes away and returns later." Maybe you can
help me cum later, Barry. It always feels better when someone else does it
for me?.OKAY?" Cam suggested.

"We'll see what we can do for you, Cam. Let's visit Pop now." I said.

The boys placed my clothes in a bin with their own and placed the bin on a
numbered shelf.

Lance took me by the hand and said:

"Let's go see Pop."

We trundled down the hall to the infirmary. Inside, we found Pop in his bed
and fussing with a male nurse who was trying to tend to him.

Pop noticed us enter and said:

"Good God, Barry, I'm so glad to see you."

"Thanks, Pop. I'm glad to see you, as well, though I wish it were under
happier circumstances." I replied.

"Barry, I'm really sorry for all this trouble." Pop said.

"I'm just glad you're feeling better, Pop." I offered.

"Listen, Barry, I have a favor to ask of you." Pop suggested.

"Sure, Pop, however I can help." I promised.

"Well, these stupid doctors tell me that I'm going to require a lengthy
convalescence and largely be confined to my bed. So I'm at a loss as to how
to take proper care of Cam. His parents are in Europe and can't, reasonably
get here for many weeks. So, If I give you a monthly allotment, could you
take him home with you until I can sort all this out?"

"I'd be delighted to have him, Pop. But do you think he'd be open to the
idea?" I replied.

"Turn around and ask him for yourself, Barry, he's standing behind you
right now." Pop advised

I turned to Cam, whose face lit up like a lamp at Pop's suggestion.

"Think you'd like being with us for a while, Cam, until your folks can come
for you?" I suggested The mention of his parents coming for him caused his
smile to dim almost to a scowl.

I'd love to have you, Cam. Would you be homesick, being away from Pop for a
while?

"Naw, not if I'm with my cousins and you." Cam replied.

Pop interjected:

"Cam knows how much the boys love you, Barry. Also, he hasn't lived with
his parents for a very long time. I'll have the proper papers drawn up by
the colony lawyer to grant you medical and general guardianship. Is that
okay with you?" Pop explained.

Sure. I said.

"If I should die, then something more durable might be required, but I can
grant you full guardianship of Cam, at least for now."

The bell rang for breakfast. The boys went a-running.

"Come On, Barry!" Lance called out to me.

"Be right there, sweetheart." I called back.

Pop motioned with his index finger to come close. I did. He whispered:

"Cam's family doesn't give a shit about Cam, Barry. It's truly sad. He
knows it, too. I know you'll love him and care for him as you do for the
others. His mother is my own daughter, Barry, and she doesn't care about
Cam at all. She and her worthless husband care only about their
careers. You'll love him as he deserves, Barry, I know you will."

"Of course I will, Pop. You needn't worry about that."

"Cam has a lot of insecurities. I know you and the boys can help him put
all that behind him."

"What kind of insecurities, Pop?" I asked.

"Inferiority stuff, Barry. Physically, as you'll learn soon enough, he cums
like a horse, and he thinks there's something wrong with him because of
that. I've told him there is nothing wrong with his genitals, that some are
just more active than others. It will probably mean more coming from you,
Barry. So if you have a chance, reassure him his genitals are okay." Pop
explained.

"His genitals are more than OKAY, Pop, they are perfect. I'll explain it to
him as the opportunity presents itself." I promised.

"Thanks, Barry." Pop said.

As I followed the boys to breakfast, the nurses came to prep Pop for his
trip to the hospital.

I guess I was new meat at the meal hall. Most were oblivious to my
presence, but a few seemed to be checking out my equipment thoroughly.

Carl came by the table to inform us of our sleeping arrangements. I almost
didn't recognize him with his clothes off..

"We've prepared a room for you guys, Barry. It has a king size bed and I
think it will accommodate you all comfortably." He informed me.

"Great, Carl, thank you very much. We'll try to get out of your hair
tomorrow, as soon as I can make the arrangements." I said.

"No hurry, Barry. I know Pop has our attorney preparing some paperwork for
you and you will want to stick around long enough to see how Pop fairs with
his tests." Carl assured me.

"I'm grateful, Carl. Thanks a lot." I said.



Lance, sitting next to me at the meal turned and whispered to me:

"Let Cam sleep next to you, Barry. He tends to tremble in his sleep and has
a lot of bad dreams. Maybe if you hold him while he sleeps, he'll do
better. Landon and I have him sleep between us so we make physical contact
with him all night. It helps, but not all the way."

I turned to Lance and nodded my agreement.

Poor kid, I thought to myself.

Breakfast was actually and surprisingly good.

By the time we were finished, Pop had been transported to the hospital.

The boys decided to give me the nickel tour of the facility. It was very
nice.

We sat on the deck to watch the beach and the waves rolling in.

We were approached by a curly headed red-head, about the same ago as Lance
or Landon.

"Hey Tucker, how are you, buddy?" Cam called out.

"I'm still pretty sore, dammit. Who's this?" He asked.

"This is Barry. Lance and Landon live with him in Texas." Cam explained.

He looked at me and said:

"Did you come to kick my ass, too?"

He turned to show his butt to me. The marks from the strap that he was
beaten with were still livid.


"NO, of course not, Tucker. I would never beat you or anyone else. I'm
really sorry for what your father did to you. I would never have allowed
it, had I been here." I assured him.

"I don't know what the big deal was. So I sat on Lance's dick?BIG DEAL. I
sit on lot's of dicks, that's what I'm into. How can you blame me. Look at
Lance, he's drop dead gorgeous. He's got the perfect build. When I saw that
dick of his, all hard as a rock and everything, I couldn't help myself. I
sure paid for it?.my Dad about beat me to death,"

Lance was blushing at Tucker's explanation.  "You can only be blamed,
Tucker, because you weren't invited by Lance to engage him sexually. If he
had consented, it would be different." I declared.

"Yeah?Yeah?Yeah?I know. Believe me, it won't happen again." Tucker
insisted.

He looked me up and down and said:

"You're pretty hot, yourself, Barry. You've got a great dick, can I sit on
it?"

I was taken aback by Tucker's approach:

"Tucker, I don't understand your attitude or your approach, much less your
demeanor. I, generally don't engage strangers, sexually. I engage with
those whom I have feelings for, that is those I love."

"Love? What the Hell is that?it's just a word to describe someone you have
the hots for. I don't believe in love. I just like sex and the orgasms it
brings." Tucker insisted.

I replied:

"Tucker, you're missing out on so much. Sex, when used to express an
underlying love takes on a whole other dimension beyond the simple
mechanics of the sex act. It involves an orgasm, not just of the body, but
of the soul. I hope you find someone you really come to love at some point
in your life. Things will change for you in ways you can't imagine."

His reply was terse and to the point.

"BULLSHIT" he declared with a sneer.

I looked him in the eyes and said:

Tucker, I promise you most sincerely, it is NOT BULLSHIT.

Physically, you have many attributes to exploit?

He interrupted. Lifting his large penis and wagging it at me, he said:

Like my big Dick and Balls, Barry?

As he continued to wag his penis at me, Cam pointed at it and shouted:

"Look Barry, he hasn't got one of them frenilem things!"

"What the Hell is he talking about?" Tucker asked, loudly.

"Show him Cam" I said.  Cam lifted his penis and pointed out his frenulum
to Tucker.

"So what?that's a frenilem? BIG DEAL!" Tucker exclaimed

"The word is frenulum, Tucker, and no it's not a huge deal. It only means
that the doctor who performed your circumcision chose to remove your
frenulum in the process. It can be a BIG DEAL, as you put it, in that
without a frenulum certain sensations and pleasures associated with the sex
act will be diminished for you. Since you haven't a frame of reference,
having never had a frenulum, you won't know the difference." I instructed.

"It a silly looking thing anyway, I'm glad I don't have one." Tucker
retorted.

I understand, Tucker, it is what it is. I said.

"What does the damned thing do anyway?" Tucker asked.

"Well, like your corona, or the head of your penis, it is packed with
pleasure generating nerves which are activated by rubbing or stroking
it. It amplifies the experience of erection and ejaculating." I instructed.

"Who cares?" Tucker complained.

Right, Tucker, right! I agreed; so as not to further aggravate him.

Cam was still holding up his penis as before when it took on an instant
erection. It was rock-hard and it was throbbing in his hand. Cowper's fluid
was dripping from his meatus.

"Uh oh, Barry. I'm gonna cum. I can't wait any longer. I can't stop
it. Help me, Barry. You said you would.

"Okay, baby, how do you like it.?" I asked.

"In the mouth?. take me in your mouth?PLEASE..RIGHT NOW!"

I fell to my knees and barely got his penis into my mouth before he
exploded with cum

"Don't choke on it, Barry". Lance called out.

Landon called out as well:

"Yeah, he cums by the bucket full. It's more than you can imagine."

They were right, each spurt was a mouthful and I swallowed as fast as I
could but still the excess ran down from my mouth to my chin and dribbled
to the deck below. The texture of his cum was not the usual clumpy, but
rather smooth and silky. It's taste didn't have the usual tang of cum
either, it was somewhat sweet?.Hell it was delicious.

"DAMN!" Tucker called out

He continued:

"I didn't know Cam could cum like that?.Fuck, I didn't know that anyone
could cum like that!"

I was thinking the same thing to myself as Cam continued to pump his cum
into my mouth. I lost count of the number of spurts it took before he
finally began to slow to a stop. Even afterward, his penis continued to
throb in my mouth. I swallowed repeatedly to get all of it. I remained
still as his penis continued to throb against my tongue. It was amazing.

When his throbbing stopped, I slowly slid his penis out of my mouth.

Before I could say a thing, Cam spoke up

"I don't know what's wrong with me, Guys. I always cum like
that?. something has to be wrong with me. I'm sorry, Barry."

"Nonsense, Cam, there is nothing wrong with you. Why do you think that?" I
inquired.

"I've watched everybody I know cum and they only do a few small spurts and
they are done?they can't cum like I do?not at all. That seems to be
normal. What I do is not." Cam said

"Nonsense, sweet boy. There is no normal when it comes to the capacity of
your seminal vesicles nor your prostate?.The fact that you can cum in such
a copious quantity is wonderful. All the guys you know would love to be
able to cum as you do." I suggested.

"Then, why do they laugh at me when they see me cum like I do?" Cam asked.

"They don't realize what a gift you have, Cam, and perhaps they are
somewhat jealous of your ability. Pay no attention to them? in fact if they
see you cum, before they can laugh or say anything, you can say I bet you
guys wish you could cum like that, huh?"

"Really?" Cam asked.

"Sure! ?I'd love to be able to cum like that, Cam". Landon injected

"Me, too! That's about the hottest thing I've ever seen." Tucker added.

"Wow?thanks, guys?I really thought something was wrong with me" Cam
exclaimed.



Tucker jumped in:

"Well, if there is, I hope it goes wrong with me, too!"

Everyone chuckled in agreement.

"There's nothing wrong with you, Cam. I promise you that." I said.

Cam started crying at this and said:

"There's really nothing wrong with me?"

"Of course not, sweetie." I affirmed.

I rose and took Cam into my embrace. He trembled in my arms.

I tightened my embrace. He put his arms around me but continued to cry.

"Everything is fine, Cam, just fine. We all love you very much and are
happy you want to be with us. Don't worry, it's all going to be just fine."
I promised.

He tightened his hug around me, but stopped trembling. I pressed the side
of his head against my breast and stroked his beautiful long hair.

While I continued my affection upon Cam, Tucker spoke up:

"Is that love, Barry?"

I looked at him and said:

"That's part of it, Tucker."

He remarked:

"I've never seen anything like it, Frankly. I don't know about the huggin
and kissin part? but I know all about the crying part."

I'm sorry to hear that, Tucker. Who consoles you when you need it. Doesn't
your Dad hug you and wipe away your tears?" I asked

"Are you kidding? He only beats me when he's pissed at me. He's never
hugged me in my whole life. I think he hates me." Tucker declared.

"What about your Mom?" I asked.

"My Mom died giving birth to me. I think that's why my Dad hates me. He
blames me for her dying." Tucker countered.

"I'm truly sorry, Tucker. If you were mine, I'd be hugging you every chance
I get. You should be precious beyond words to your Dad. I don't know the
man, but that would be the natural response of a father to a son, as I see
it." I said.

"You don't want to know the man, Barry. He's truly an asshole." Tucker
declared.

Tucker turned his back to me. His livid strap marks still across his
buttocks and his back. He was trying to hide the fact that he was welling
up with his own tears. His arm movement, even from behind indicated that he
was wiping tears from his eyes.

"Are you okay, Tucker?" I asked

"Yeah, My allergies are just kicking up." He said.


"I see." I replied.

I went on

"Tucker, I want to meet your Dad before the boys and I leave for
Texas. There are some things I want to say to him."

"God, Barry, don't say anything to him?he'll just use it as an excuse to
beat me again." Tucker retorted.

"Don't worry, Tucker. If he ever beats you again, he'll have me to deal
with." I promised.

After a moment, Tucker turned to face us, once more. His generous genitals
were on full display. I was checking them out and he noticed:

"Barry?" he asked:

"Yes Tucker, what is it.?" I answered.

"Why do people say I have bull's balls?"

"Well, Tucker, you do have very large balls. They would probably max-out on
an orchidometer. Also your scrotum, or the sack your balls are in is fully
extended and your balls lay low at the bottom of it?like a bull's It's no
insult, my friend? it's a compliment." I said.




"What's and orchid-thing a ma bob?" He asked

"It's a measurement tool to determine the size of one's testicles. Your
balls would be at the top of that measurement, I'm sure.." I explained.

My sack isn't always this way, sometimes it shrinks up. I don't know
why. Tucker said.

"That's because it acts like a thermostat. It controls the temperature of
your testicles by pulling them closer to your abdomen when heat is needed
and lowers your testicles away from your body when less heat is needed.." I
instructed.

I went on:

"Your testicles produce your sperm cells, Tucker. Sperm cells must be
maintained in a tight temperature window, or they will die. So your scrotum
helps to maintain your testicles and the sperm they produce in that
temperature window."

So, my balls make my cum?" Tucker suggested.

"Well, your cum or semen, more correctly, is a far more complex fluid than
that, Tucker. It is composed of over 20 chemicals produced in your
body. There are sugars to nourish your sperm cells during their trip down
the urethra and many other chemicals. Your prostate produces the white,
milky fluid that is part of your ejaculation It's a complex fluid and it is
expelled when you cum through a nearly concert of events in you body
including your seminal vesicles, your prostate, your ejaculatory duct and
many other structures acting together." If you want to know more about it,
I'll be glad to go into detail later." I explained.

"Cool, nobody ever told me any of this before. Will you tell me more later,
please, Barry" Tucker requested.

"Sure will, Tucker." But now I have some chores to get done. There is one
thing I'd like to do before we part company?. okay?" I said

I motioned for Tucker to come close to me, my arms outstretched to him. He
was reluctant, but slowly moved to me, whereupon I took him into my
embrace. Cam moved to make room for him.

I embraced Tucker firmly, but yet, gently. He placed his arms around me and
rested his head upon my shoulder. He went limp in my arms. Cam also placed
an arm around Tucker. We held that position for quite some time. He lifted
his head to look at me. Tears were running down his cheeks. I kissed them
from his cheeks. Finally, he spoke:

"If this is what love is, I think I like it." He proclaimed.

I smiled back and continued to kiss away his tears.

"No one has ever done that for me, Barry. No wonder these guys feel so
strongly about you. I think I'm starting feel that way, too." Tucker said.

"If you'll let us, Tucker, we'll all come to love you as we do each other."
I suggested.

"Me?why?" Tucker replied.

"Because we see you for what you really are, Tucker. I can see that there
is a heart full of love in you that you have never released. I want part of
it." I said.

He smiled gently at me and tightened his embrace upon me.

"I love you, Barry. Is that okay?" Tucker whispered into my ear.

"I'm honored, Tucker, I love you, too." I whispered back

I turned to Lance:

"Could you please call the house and tell the guys we are all okay and that
I'll call a little later. I'm enjoying hugging Tucker for the moment, and
don't want to let loose of him just yet."

Lance nodded and took off in a run to find the phone. Landon tagged along
with him.

Tucker and Cam and I continued in our embrace for a long time. Finally,
Tucker released his hug and stood to face me:

"No one has ever told me he loves me, Barry. Do you really mean it?

"Of course I do, sweet boy. I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it.."
I insisted.

Tucker smiled like I had never seen him smile:

"I mean it, too, Barry. I love you and the boys, too. Thanks for showing me
love and what it means." He said.

"Let us love you, Tucker. We will. I promise." I said

He smiled and nodded his head:

"I will, Barry, I promise."




Cam looked up at Tucker and said:

"I love you, too, Tucker."

"I love you, Cam. You're wonderful." Tucker said as he ran his fingers
through Cam's hair.

Lance and Landon returned from their mission and reported that all was well
at home. Danny said for me to get home right away, he misses me "real bad".

"They all love you, don't they, Barry? Tucker asked

"And I them, Tucker. They are why I live. I could never be without them" I
insisted.

The Claxton sounded for lunch. I don't think I could live this way I
thought to myself. That's how they summon you to meals in prison, isn't it?

Tucker and Cam walked on either side of me as we went toward lunch.

Tucker kept an arm around me as did Cam. Tucker spoke:

"Barry, were you serious about wanting someone to love me?"

"Of course, Tucker." I replied.

"Well, there is this one guy, Timmy, who seems to really like me." Tucker
advised

"Cool, Tucker. How do you feel about him?" I asked

"Barry, you are the first human being I have ever said I love you to. I'm
not sure if I have those kinds of feelings for Timmy," Tucker clarified.

He went on:

"He always looks across the table at me, practically stares at me during
the whole meal. Does that mean anything?"

"Possibly, Tucker, it's hard to know." I advised.

I continued:

"Have you ever approached him to give him a chance to express how he feels
about you in a non-threatening manner?"

"No, I really wouldn't know how." Tucker confessed.

"Point him out to me during lunch. Maybe I can help put the two of you
together without scaring the crap out of him." I suggested.

"My Dad says he's Nellie, whatever that means. I think he's okay." Tucker
advised.

"Nellie is an unkind term used to refer to guys who are not as macho as
your Dad might prefer. It refers to someone who is effeminate." I said

"Girly? Tucker asked.

"Right, Tucker, not that it really makes any difference."

"I like him all the more knowing my Dad doesn't." Tucker chuckled.

I smiled. We had arrived at lunch. Tucker requested to sit next to me. I
had, therefore, Cam on one side and Tucker on the other. Landon was next to
Tucker and Lance next to Cam He pointed out a cute guy across the table as
Timmy. He was a bit smaller in stature than Tucker, and, indeed, he gazed
at Tucker throughout the meal. It was obvious that Timmy was interested in
Tucker.

I turned to Tucker and said:

"It has a certain ring to it, doesn't it?Tucker and Timmy."

"Cut it out, Barry. I don't know if we could ever be that way with each
other." Tucker retorted.

"After Lunch, Tucker, what say we find out?" I suggested.

Tucker, yes Tucker blushed at the idea.

"I'll start the conversation for us both, Tucker, then he or you can take
it from there. What da ya say?" I offered.

"Okay, Barry. I'll play along."

After the meal we all rose and followed Timmy into the hall. I caught up
with him first.

"Say, you're Timmy, aren't you. Tucker said you're really cool and he's
been planning to talk to you and get to know you better."

Timmy stopped dead in his tracks and turned to me;

"Did he really say that? He's the one that's really cool. I've always been
afraid to say anything to him. Tucker has a reputation."  "Nonsense, Tucker
is a very loving guy, he's not a threat to anyone" I affirmed.

Tucker was standing a few paces behind:

"Yeah, Timmy, I really said that. I really meant it, too."

Timmy lit up that Tucker had spoken to him.

"Thank you, Tucker. I never knew you thought I was cool. You are cool as
Hell, Tucker. I'd really like to get to know you better. Would that be
okay?" Timmy exclaimed.

"Sure? me, too!" Tucker agreed.

"God, I never thought I'd get a chance to be your friend, Tucker, this is
really special for me." Timmy gushed.

"Timmy, I'm so glad I got to meet you. You must be very special if Tucker
is interested in you. I need to take the other guys with me on an errand
run. Why don't you and Tucker get to know each other better and catch up
with the boys and me later? I suggested.

"COOL! Timmy exclaimed." The two walked down the hall and disappeared into
a game room.

I was pleased to see the two of them enjoying eachother's company.

The boys were following me back to our room. I wanted to get a head start
on packing for the flight tomorrow morning. While the boys rummaged about
to make sure they had everything they had brought with them from Texas, I
called home.

Danny answered:

"Barry?"

"Yes, sweetheart."

"Please come home right away. I miss you so much. It's not the same without
you here, especially my special sleeping place." He insisted.

"We'll be home early tomorrow afternoon, sweetheart. Come with Travis to
pick us up, baby. I miss you very much, too, you know." I said.


 "Travis has been really sweet to me while you've been gone, but I want you
here right now. It seems like you've been gone for a week." Danny
complained.


"Sweetie, it hasn't been a full day, yet. I promise I'll get there as
quickly as possible."

"And who is this Tucker guy that Lance said you busy hugging earlier such
that he had to call instead of you?" Danny inquired.

"I'll explain it all to you when I get back. You aren't jealous are you?" I
asked.

"Of course not, I know you better than that, Barry. Still I don't want
someone even trying to muscle in." Danny said.

"He wasn't, Danny. His is a sad story, and I was holding him because he was
crying at the time." I explained.

"Oh, I didn't know that. Is he okay now?" Danny asked.

"I think so, Danny. Had you been here you would have hugged him
yourself. He's had a difficult life and I'm trying to be helpful." I
explained.

"Will he be okay once you have left?" Danny asked.

"I hope so, Danny. I'll arrange to stay in touch with him. If he needs us,
we'll all be there to help. You, too, Danny, once you know about him,
you'll want to help, too." I said.

"OKAY?I'll be anxious to pick you up tomorrow. I can drive if you'd
rather." Danny suggested.

"If it were anyplace other than the airport, Danny, that would be
great. Travis, however, is old enough to deal with all the stupid parking
attendants and such." Besides, I want you on my lap during the ride home,
so I can hug the crap out of you all the way home." I chuckled.

"I love you, Barry." Danny exclaimed.

"I love you, too, Sweetie."

"I am bringing everyone a big surprise, though." I teased.

"What is it?" Danny queried.

"It's NOT a what, it's a who." I said.

"A who?" Danny asked seemingly baffled.

"Yes, a who. His name is Cameron, everyone calls him Cam, he's a cousin to
Lance and Landon. He'll stay with us long enough for Pop to recover from
his recent illness."  "COOL?is he nice?" Danny asked.

"He's very nice. He needs us to help him, too. He needs lots of
reassurance, affection, and love to deal with his own issues." I explained.

"He's coming to the right place. That's how we all got to be here and all
those things are what we received from you, Barry." We'll do our part. I'll
tell all the others to be ready to work our magic."

"Thanks, Danny. I want him to feel the love and feel at home right away." I
said.

"You got it. I'll tell the guys, we'll be ready for him." Danny assured me.

"GREAT? I'll see you and hug the crap out of you tomorrow, sweetie."

I gave him the flight info and hung up the phone.

When I looked up from the phone, Carl was standing there at the door. He
had another gentleman with him.

Carl spoke first:

"Barry, this is Harold Goodwin, he's Pop's attorney. He has prepared all
the necessary guardianship documents. Pop will sign them when he returns in
a couple of hours."

"I'm Harold, Barry. Pop can't say enough good things about you, so although
we'll hate to see Cam leave us, even if it proves to be temporary, we're
delighted that he'll be in your care."

"Thanks, Harold, I can assure you Cam will be well taken care of and much
loved." I responded

"Couldn't ask for more than that, Barry." Harold replied.

Carl jumped back in:

"The tests on POP are finished. Haven't been told the results yet, but Pop
will return to our infirmary about dinner time."

"Great! I look forward to seeing him." I exclaimed.

Lance interjected:

"Barry, Landon and me have a ton of souvenirs. We can't possibly get them
all into our suitcases."

"Landon and I, sweetheart." I said

"Right" He answered.

Carl jumped in:

"We'll be glad to pack them and ship them to you, Barry."

"Thanks, Carl, you've been most helpful. We all appreciate it." I said.

"You're entirely welcome, Barry. You're all always welcome here."

"Say, Carl, I think I'd like to meet Tucker's father. I saw the strap marks
he left on Tucker and I'm none to pleased about it." I explained.

"I can arrange that, Barry. For what it's worth, Harold, as our colony
attorney has already told Gene, that's his name, by the way, that if he
should do anything like that again, the community would file charges
against him and have Tucker removed from his custody." Carl advised.

"How did he react, Carl?" I inquired.

"He said we could have Tucker?he didn't give a shit. He said he'd be happy
to be rid of the little faggot." Carl advised, shaking his head.

"Where can I find him?" I asked.

"I'll take you to him. He's no doubt in our journalism office. He helps
write our little community periodical. He thinks himself a
journalist. Isn't that what you do as well, Barry? Carl asked.

"Yes it is. I'm syndicated and my stuff appears in many outlets around the
nation." I advised.

"Gene writes some pretty, shall we say, non-politically correct stuff. But
he backs himself up with statistics that he draws from Government sources,
so it's hard to argue with him." Carl explained.

 "I have been known to write about many non-politically correct topics,
myself, Carl. Maybe I can use our common avocation to establish a rapport
with him, before I threaten to kick his ass if he ever beats Tucker again."

"Be careful about any such threats, Barry. Gene knows his rights." Harold
advised.

"Okay, advice accepted, Harold." I said.

Harold went on:

"It would be a simple matter to kick Gene's ass out of our community, but
Tucker would go with him. Then we couldn't keep an eye on Tucker. So, for
Tucker's sake, we won't kick Gene's ass out."

Carl nodded in agreement.

"I understand. I'm glad you are keeping an eye on Tucker. It's a relief to
me." I proclaimed

"We are and we will, Barry. I can promise you that." Carl said.

"If Gene ever jettisons Tucker, call me immediately, I'll make the same
arrangements for him as we have for Cam." I promised.

"We don't know what other family members might lay claim to him,
Barry. We'll do our best to grant you guardianship to Tucker if it comes to
that, I promise you that." Harold advised.

"Fair enough, thanks." I answered.

"I'll take you to meet Gene, Barry. Try NOT to smack the crap out of
him. He's a very caustic guy who rubs the entire community the wrong way."
Carl said.

We walked to the journalism office and chatted about Pop on the way. Carl
opened:

"We're very concerned about Pop. He's a great guy, but he doesn't take care
of himself. I'm pessimistic about the outcome of the tests they just
ran. The doctor hinted that Pop's medical status might not prove
optimistic. I'm glad Cam will be safe in your arms, Barry, should the worst
come to pass."

"God forbid, Carl. But you needn't worry about Lance, Landon and Cam, they
will be well cared for and much loved." I promised.

"I know, Barry. Lance and Landon sing your praises constantly. The entire
community knows how you have loved and cared for the boys. You are
considered a hero to our community." Carl advised.

"Really, my reputation has preceded me here, huh?" I chuckled.

We reached the journalism office.

Carl led the way:

"Gene, I have a fellow journalist here who wanted to meet you."

Gene turned to me and stood up from his chair. It was immediately obvious
that Tucker had NOT inherited his generous genital package from his father.

I introduced myself. Gene was familiar with my work. After a few
pleasantries, I said:

"Gene, I have had the pleasure of meeting your son, Tucker. He's a GREAT
KID. You must be very proud of him. If he were mine, I'd certainly be proud
of him". I said as I struggled to smile.

"Make me an offer, Barry, you can have him." Gene said, as if half kidding.

"Seriously, Gene, he's a wonderful boy, you should be proud that he's your
boy." I retorted.

"He's a faggot, Barry. Why should I be proud of the little bastard." Gene
responded.

"Gene, it's obvious for anyone who looks, that Tucker has a heart full of
love to give but is scared to death to spend any of it." I observed.

"Well, I don't want any of it, Barry." He insisted.

I changed the subject:

"So what are you working on these days?":

"On another of my inflammatory pieces about the welfare state and the
damage it has done to our nation." Gene said.

"There's a lot of acreage there, Gene, be more specific for me." I asked.

"I'm dealing with the cradle to grave money wasting machine we must all
subsidize:" Gene added.

"No question that there is underlying truth all over the map in that
statement, Gene."  I said.

"Barry, did you know that over 80% of our prison population started off as
WIC babies? They grow to adulthood sucking on SNAP and TANF with virtually
no paternal guidance or discipline. Usually the Mom works and the kids are
left to raise themselves. It should be no surprise, then, that they end up
in our prison system. This is where many if not most of them die to end a
life sentence. So it's a new look at the cradle to grave concept." Gene
posited.

"Yikes, Gene. I have always known there is a correlation there, but 80%?" I
didn't know that. I confessed.

"So why should we continue to subsidize the gestation of millions of WIC
babies, whom our taxes will be required to protect us from by finding them
a home in our prison system.? Wouldn't it make more sense to cut-off all
these worthless and counterproductive hand out programs? Gene declared.

"I have to admit, Gene, I had never considered the issue in the light of
your statistics." I confessed.

"I have a proposition for you, Gene." I said.

"I already told you I'd give Tucker to you free of charge, what more do you
have in mind?"

"I would be enormously proud to have Tucker, Gene. He's a wonderful boy and
you should learn to love him as your son? but that's not the proposition I
have in mind." I said.

"He's got you fooled, he's a little asshole of a faggot?you can have him."
Gene retorted.

"Gene, I can see that you depend heavily upon government and other
statistics in your work. I have a vast database of such statistics and
other such information at my disposal. If you promise me that you will
never beat Tucker again. I'll respond to your requests for any stats or
data that I might be able to provide." I suggested.

"I'm not gonna beat him again. He deserves it, often, but I'm not gonna
beat him again. The attorney has already threatened to put my old ass in
jail if I do." Gene stated.

"And I'll help them, Gene. If Tucker ever indicates he'd rather be with me
and find a new home in Texas with me, I'll take you up on your offer. I'd
be delighted to have him."

"The offer of help with your statistical data gathering stands."

I went on:

"Gene, I've only just known your boy for a few hours, but I think he's a
great kid. I worry that you are missing out on all the love and affection
he has bottled up inside and which is desperately seeking an outlet."

"Look, Barry, if you knew me you'd know I'm not into any of that. I'm not
an affectionate person. I don't seek it out and reject it when it comes my
way." Gene declared, in a rather loud tone of voice.

"Well, Gene, we may share an avocation in journalism, but I guess we're
quite the opposite as it goes to an appreciation of love and affection." I
said.

"Guess so, Barry. I like who and what I am. I can't abide that my boy is a
faggot. He's just the opposite of me and what I stand for." Gene asserted.

He went on:

"I know you came her to retrieve Lance and Landon. They are both faggots,
too. I assume you are one as well. I was serious about turning Tucker over
to you. I have no use for him, he is just an ongoing burden to me."

"Gene, he's your son?your flesh and blood, I can't believe you feel that
way about him." I retorted.

"Flesh and blood? He's not my flesh and blood. All his attributes?his red
hair, his build, his huge balls?everything?he got from his mother's side of
the family. Being a faggot comes from his mother's worthless brother, as
well."  There's nothing about the little jerk that is me, Barry." Gene
insisted.

"Gene, I've only known him and spoken with him for a very short time, but
he gave me a very affectionate hug already. I know there's a wellspring of
love in him. Please don't miss out on him." I said, pleadingly."

"Of course he gave you a hug, Barry, he senses that you are a faggot,
too. He never gives anyone a hug?. NO ONE, so there's no other reason for
him to give you a hug". Gene concluded.

"His faggot uncle would like to have him, but there's no way I'd consider
that option. He's a ballet dancer?I mean, PLEASE! He'd have Tucker doing
the twinkle-toes ballet for sure. I'd have to put a gun to my head." Gene
observed.


"In any case, Gene, my offer to provide you with my database of government
stats, et cetera stands. I only ask that you never lay hands on Tucker
again. Please Gene, I'm convinced you are turning your back something
invaluable with Tucker." I said


"Unvaluable, is more like it, Barry." Gene replied.

He continued:

"Do you want him, Barry, it can be arranged."

"I'd love to have him, Gene. What do you have in mind?" I'd need to know
that that is what Tucker wants, not just that you'd like to be rid of him."
I said.

"So talk to him about it, Barry. You might have a fight on your hands from
his faggot uncle, though." Gene warned.  "Fair enough, Gene. I WILL talk to
him about it. I'll get back to you." I concluded

"See Ya later, then." Gene said as he turned his back and sat back down in
his chair.

As I walked down the hall, my head was spinning at the encounter I had just
had with Gene. I had never encountered any father who not only didn't have
any affection for a son?but, worse, was willing to rid himself of a
son. This is unnatural. I thought to myself. No wonder Tucker has
issues. Feeling worthless, unloved, and unwanted must contribute to
Tucker's hostile demeanor. This is more than a shame?  it should be
criminal. As I walked toward the room where the boys were packing, I saw
them bringing Pop back to the infirmary in a wheelchair. I saw Carl walking
beside Pop and waved to him.

Carl came to me and said:

"Give the nurse a few minutes to make Pop comfortable, then you can see
him. Pop indicated he wanted to talk to you alone for a bit, before the
boys join in."

"Okay, Carl." I said.

I returned to the room and my treasured boys. They had finished packing,
and placed their souvenirs in a box to give to Carl. They indicated they
wanted to watch a movie that was about to start in the entertainment room,
before dinner.

"By the way, Barry, I forgot to mention that we dress for dinner, here. I
don't know why it's that way?but it's considered a formal gathering." Lance
advised.

"Oh? okay?thanks for telling me, Lance." Enjoy the movie. I'll join in with
you a little later, I still have some paperwork and other chores to tend to
before we prepare to leave."

Cam stopped to take me by the hand as he prepared to leave with Lance and
Landon for the movie. Holding my hand, he looked up and into my eyes:

"I love you, Barry." He said with affection.

"I love you, too, sweet boy. We all love you. And when we get to Texas,
you're going to find that there's a bunch more that love you too. You'll
see." I insisted.

"I'm plenty happy just knowing that you love me, Barry." He said.

"I do love you, Cam. Never doubt it."

Cam smiled, gave me a hug, and then turned loose of me to join the boys to
see the movie.


I figured enough time had elapsed such that I should go see Pop.

I arrived at his room to find him fussing with his male nurse about taking
his medication.

The nurse looked at me and said:

"Damn, he's stubborn."

"I don't want to take anything that might make me drowsy before I chat with
you, Barry. Pop said.

"Leave the medicine there on the table with the cup of water. I'll see if
he'll take it when we've had a chance to talk, okay" I suggested.

"Good Luck!" The nurse said.

The nurse left the room.

"How are you feeling, Pop?" I asked.

"Old and Ornery!" Pop declared.

I chuckled:

"We wouldn't want it any other way."

Pop smiled:

"Listen, Barry, I have some serious matters to discuss with you. I don't
want any argument about it, either."

"Okay, Pop" I said.

"I know what it costs to support a kid these days. I have been very
successful in my career, prior to my retirement. I have plenty of money. I
intend the attorney to arrange for you to receive regular injections of
that money to help support my three. That is Cam, Landon, and Lance. I know
how much you love them, Barry, but you can't support them on love alone. I
know that. I'm going to change my will such that, if I croak, the money
will be placed in trust for the boys and you'll continue to receive the
same allotment. Now I don't want any damned argument about it, either.!"
Pop said.

"But Lance's Dad provides for Lance, already."

"Don't count on that cheap bastard to keep that up, Barry." Pop declared.

"Pop, I'll accept your offer. It will certainly be helpful. Can I use part
of it to open investment accounts for each of the boys?" I asked

"Not necessary, Barry. The attorney has already opened UGMA accounts for
each of them. I named you as custodian, is that okay?" Pope advised.

"Of course, Pop. I'll help manage their investments as I do my own." I
promised.

"I know you will, Barry. And, more importantly I know how much you truly
love the boys and how much they love you. I could never fill your shoes in
that department. You are a kid-magnet, Barry. These boys love you more than
you know." Pop declared.

"Thanks, Pop. I love them as much. Even Tucker gave me a hug earlier." I
said, proudly

"Tucker?" Pop asked

"Yup!" I answered.

My God?that's a miracle, Barry. Tucker is the most unaffectionate kid I've
ever known. I'd have sooner believed it had you told me he hit you in the
mouth?. but he hugged you?" Pop said in his incredulity.

"He really did, Pop. He divulged some stuff to me that helps me understand
why he's the way he is. It's his Dad, Pop. I have never encountered anyone
like him. He has no business having or being around kids?PERIOD!"

"The community would have thrown his butt out of here a long time ago, but
we have taken on a responsibility to look after Tucker." Pop advised.

"Gene offered to give Tucker to me, Pop, that's how screwed up he is." I
said

"My God, Barry, was he kidding?" Pop asked.

"Didn't seem like it to me, Pop".

Pop shook his head slowly." Did you tell Carl or Howard about it yet?"

"No, it just happened a short time ago." I said.

"He said that Tucker has an Uncle who has expressed a desire to take
Tucker, but Gene said he'd never consider that as an option." I offered.

I know the uncle, he's been here a few times to see Tucker. Seems like a
nice fellow, seems to care about Tucker, but I don't think he makes enough
money to support Tucker, even if he had custody of him." Pop observed.

"I'd be glad to have him, Pop. Of course, that assumes he'd be interested."

"He'd be very lucky to be with you, Barry. Of course, I don't have any idea
if he'd be interested. You've already accomplished the impossible?.you got
him to give you a hug. I kid you not, that's just short of a miracle. You
should talk with him about it." Pop suggested.

"I will, Pop, I will." I declared.

"If he's not interested, Pop, let me share this with you. He's actually
keeping his heart full of love hidden well underneath his gruff facade. He
desperately needs someone to show him a little affection, a few hugs, and
lots of love. I think he'll quickly transform into one lovable little guy,
if only someone will love him and show him that he is, indeed, loved."

"I'll try, Barry? but I'm not very good at it. I love Lance, Landon, and
Cam very much; still I have a hard time saying it. It would be that much
harder to say it to Tucker." Pop confessed.

"Tell him in those terms, Pop. Tell him it's hard for you to say, but that
you really care for him and love him." I suggested.

About that time, Pop's doctor came in, accompanied by the attorney, Harold.

"You must be Barry. I've heard nothing but good things about you. I'm
pleased to meet you." The doctor said.

"You just haven't talked to the right people. I bet Gene would have few
good things to say about me, Doc." I chuckled.

"Barry, I have to discuss Pop's test results with him, would you give us a
little privacy?" asked the Doc.

I began toward the door.

"NO! Pop exclaimed. I want Barry to hear what you have to say, Doc. He
needs to know."

"Very well, Pop." The doctor said.

He went on:

"Pop, you have an arterial blockage. You're very lucky that your recent
episode didn't develop into a full blown stroke, or worse." The Doctor
started.

"SHIT! I was afraid it was something like that." Pop exclaimed.

"It's serious, Pop. We can start with blood thinners and some other
medications, but it may ultimately require a stint or even heart
surgery. You'll need extended rest and quiet to allow the meds to do their
magic. If they don't produce the desired results, we'll have to install a
stint. These days, a stint is not as big a deal as it used to be, but it's
still considered major surgery. It's time for you to take an extended rest
while we work our medical magic on you." The doctor explained.

Pop nodded in agreement. He turned to me and said:

"Thank God for you, Barry. You're just in time to save the day. I can't
thank you enough."

"Thank me for what, POP? For loving the boys as I do. No thanks required,
Pop." I said

Pop smiled and nodded.

"Just worry about getting better, Pop, the boys will be much loved and well
cared for. That's one thing you needn't worry about." I promised.

Pop nodded and said; Thank God for you, Barry. I know I won't need to worry
about the boys and it will be because of you, Barry. Thank You!

Pop turned to the attorney, Harold:

Did you complete the paperwork we talked about?

"I've got it right here for you to sign, Pop. I have a copy for Barry as
well. If you will sign it I will have Sherrie, the community notary, to
make it totally official. Shall I have her to step in and witness
everything?"

"Yes, please, Harold." Pop replied.

"While we are waiting, I'd like Barry to relate to you both, Carl, Harold
the experience he had with Gene earlier today." Pop said.

"Well, I started, Gene offered to give Tucker to me. He????.. I told the
whole story."

"Was he kidding?" Harold asked.

Pop interjected:

"I already asked him that. No that sleazy bastard was NOT kidding."

"No, he wasn't kidding" I reinforced.  "What did you tell him, Barry?"

"I told him I'd be honored to have Tucker, but it would hinge on how Tucker
felt about the prospect. Of course I don't know the legal particulars
required to make it happen or even if it can be made to happen." I said.

"Oh, it can be made to happen, Barry, but NOT before you leave tomorrow."
Harold advised.

"I'll get right on it and see if Gene is really willing to relinquish his
parental rights, and on what basis. I'll take it from there. I'll keep You
and Carl aware of what he is really willing to do, or of he's just blowing
hot air, for which he is famous."

"If he's serious, Barry, I'll get the ball rolling."

He went on:

"Have you broached the idea with Tucker yet?"

"No, I haven't." I responded.

"Perhaps you should." Harold said.

"I intend to, this evening, Harold." I said.

"Good." Harold responded.

Carl interjected:

"He is such an asshole!"

Pop spoke up:

"That's an insult to assholes, Carl. After all, an anus serves a useful
purpose in its existence, which is more than one could say about Gene."

We all laughed.

The notary entered the room.

"Oh, Great!" Harold declared.

He turned to her and said:

"I have some legal documents for you to witness the signature of and
notarize, please"

"No Problem!" She said.

He turned to me and said:

"I have copies of each of these, Barry. I'll ask Pop to sign them as well,
and have them notarized to essentially render them originals."

One by one, Pop rendered his signature, and Sherrie placed her embossed
recognition on each along with her official signature as notary.

"That should make everything official for You, Pop, as well as you, Barry."
Harold explained.

"When you get home, Barry, I would suggest you place your copies in a
safety deposit box." Harold suggested.

"We have a vault in my home, Harold." I said.

"Fireproof?" Harold asked.

"Of course." I declared.

"Good enough" Harold said.

Harold turned to Sherrie:

"I have another chore for you, Sherrie."

"Okay." She said.

"Barry had an exchange with Gene this afternoon and I'd like him to recount
it in your presence. You can still do steno stuff, can't you."

"Absolutely!" She said.

"Will you do that for me, Barry? It would serve as a deposition should we
need it. You'd have to swear an oath?is that okay?"

"Of course." I said.

"Good for you, Barry." Pop added.

I followed Sherrie to her office and outlined my incident with Gene on her
tape recorder. She simultaneously took it all down with her steno machine.

I signed the required attestation paperwork.  She thanked me and said:

"Can I say something off the record, Barry?"

"Gene is a complete asshole. Frankly I hope Tucker really does wind up with
you."

"Thanks, Sherrie, that seems to be the consensus around here." I said with
a smile.

She went on:

The entire community knows how much Lance and Landon love you. Cam seems to
be developing the same feelings for you. We don't know what your secret is,
Barry, but these boys love you like nothing we've ever seen."

"No secret, Sherrie. I just love them and make sure they know I love
them. That's all there is to it. No secrets!" I said.

Just then, the boys showed up at Sherrie's office:

"There you are! We've been looking all over for you." Lance declared.

"Is the movie over, already? I'm sorry, guys, I had some legal stuff to
take care of. It took longer than I thought. Was the movie good? What was
it?"

"It was good, I guess, it was Billy Elliot." Landon said.

"Oh, I've already seen it." I said.

"They sure managed to find some kid who truly cannot dance to play the
role. Heck I could have done it?I can't dance at all."

"Well, the story was good, anyway." I said.

I went on:

I guess we should go to our room and get dressed. It will be dinner time
soon."

"Yeah, Oh by the way, Tucker was looking for you after the movie." Landon
said.

"Did he say what he wanted?" I asked.

"No, he said he'd catch up with us after dinner." Landon explained.

"Okay." I said.

"He was with his new buddy, Timmy, and he was actually smiling" Lance said.
"They were both smiling!" Landon exclaimed.

"Good. I guess they hit it off okay, I'm glad for them both." I said.

"They both seemed really Happy, that's for sure. It's the first time I seen
Tucker smile like that." Cam added.

We returned to our room and got dressed for dinner.

Soon, we were sitting at table. Folks were filing in from the various
hallways. I kept an eye out for Tucker, but did not see him. I didn't' see
Timmy either. I chuckled to myself that perhaps they had eloped.

Suddenly I felt someone come up from behind and aside me and kiss me on the
cheek. It was Tucker. He whispered into my ear:

"I love you." I turned to whisper into his ear:

"I love you, too, Tucker."

"Can I sit next to Cam, please?"

"Sure, sweetie." I confirmed.

"Where is Timmy? I asked

"He went with his parents to the mall. They do that sometimes, and then
they go to a fancy restaurant." Tucker explained.

'I see." I replied.

"Can I talk with you, after dinner, Barry?" Tucker asked.

"Of course, Tucker. In fact I need to chat with you about something" I said

Gene was seated across the room from us. He scowled at us the whole time.

In spite of Gene, the meal was quite enjoyable. They really have an
excellent chef. I was impressed.

I enjoyed listening to the boys laughing and chuckling with each other, as
boys will do. It was a reminder that youth can be so very carefree.

After the meal, the boys announced that many of their friends were having
an ice cream party to bid farewell to them and excused themselves to
attend. That left Tucker and me alone.

I started the conversation:

"Tucker, my sweet boy, I wanted to tell you about an exchange I had with
your Dad this afternoon?I started,"

"He already told me about it, Barry. He wants to get rid of me and wants to
give me to you." Tears began to well up in Tucker's eyes. He went on:

"I'm not surprised, he's wanted to get rid of me for a long time." Tucker
stated as tears began to run down his cheeks.

I leaned across to kiss the tears from his cheeks.

"I don't understand your father at all, Tucker. He should be so proud that
you are his boy. I'm not a psychologist or anything like that, I began?.."

Tucker interrupted:

"He's a sick fuck, Barry. It doesn't take a psychologist to see that."
Tucker proclaimed.

"Well, Tucker, I can only say I'm enormously proud of you and I love you
very much."



I continued:

"How do you feel about coming to live with me and the other boys?"

"Barry, you are the first person I've ever said 'I love You' to. I'd love
to come and live with you and the boys. I guess it would mean moving to
Texas, and I don't know a damned ting about Texas?but if I'm with you, it
would be a dream come true." Tucker said.

"Well, sweetie, it's NOT something that can be made to happen overnight,
but I don't want to pursue it at all if you aren't inclined to do so." I
said.

I went on:

"I understand that you have an uncle who wants you, too. I don't want to
interfere if you'd rather be with him."

"Uncle Brent. It's not so much that he wants to have me?he would just like
to rescue me from Dad. Brent is a professional dancer, Barry. He travels
all over the country constantly. He doesn't make much money and I don't
know if he could afford me, even if I wanted to be with him?which, by the
way, I don't." Tucker advised.

"I see, sweetie. I bet he loves you though." I suggested.

"I guess, Barry, but my feelings for him are nothing compared to my
feelings for you."

He went on:

"Barry, I really do love you, very much. I would love to be yours. The
timing is kinda crazy?I just began to care for Timmy and we seem to like
each other a lot. We found out that we are both bottoms." Tucker said with
a coy smile.

"That's not a problem, Tucker. Think about it?you can be the bottom for him
till he cums, then you can exchange places and he can be your bottom till
you cum." I suggested.

"Yeah, that's how we figured it, too." Tucker said.

He went on:

"God, Barry, I don't know what I'll do once you leave. I'm already so
attached to you it will be awful once you're gone. I'll miss the boys, too,
but not like I'll miss you."




I answered:

"Tucker, sweetie, I'm just a phone call away. You can call collect any time
you want. We'll sort all the other stuff out in due time and it will give
you time to consider coming to be part of us. We'd all welcome you and love
you like you've never known. So, you're right, Texas is very different from
Florida, but I think you'd like it if you give yourself a chance to
adjust. It's got to be up to you, sweetie, so think about it."

"It's wonderful that you call me sweetie, Barry. No one has ever called me
anything like that. It really makes me feel special." Tucker observed.

"You are special, Tucker. It's practically a crime that no one has called
you sweetie or other terms of endearment." I said.

"Barry, I have something special to give you before you leave. Can we go to
your room?" Tucker asked.

When we got to the room, we both got undressed from dinner and enjoyed our
nakedness.

He came to me and took me into his embrace:

"Barry, I don't have much to give. I have no money, I have nothing of any
value, really. I can only offer to give you me." He advised.

"What more could anyone want, Tucker." I stated.

"Barry, I want to give you myself, I want to cum in your mouth. That way
you can have me inside you for the trip." He said.

"It would be a treasure for me, Tucker." I said.

He picked up his penis and pointed it at me. He started stroking it
slowly. Quickly it was fully erect. It had to be at least 7 inches.

I said:

"Say, Tucker, I have an idea."

"OKAY". he said.

I went to my overnight bag and removed a small prescription bottle. I
dumped out the pill and said:

"The first spurt or two you can shoot into the bottle, Tucker. That way I
can take you home with me for keeps. The rest of your ejaculation I'll take
into my mouth." I suggested.

"COOL!" he proclaimed.

He moved to me and I kneeled down, took his penis into my mouth and he
began to face fuck me. I held the brown prescription bottle next to his
penis to be ready to collect him.

After a minute or so he groaned:

"Uh, Uh, Uh?here I come, Barry"

I quickly removed his pulsing and throbbing penis from my mouth and
positioned the bottle at his meatus to accept his ejaculation.  He tensed
up to ejaculate. I allowed the first three of his spasms to go into the
bottle, then I quickly placed his glorious penis back into my mouth. Must
have been an additional 8 or 9 spasms, each of which nearly filled my
mouth. He was a real cummer.
 He placed his hands on either side of my face and pulled me against his
abdomen, his penis snaking its way down my throat. His penis was still
throbbing and palpitating.

He held me in that position for a while. Luckily, I could breathe through
my nose. He finally released me slowly. He tilted my head till he could
look into my eyes:

"I love you, Barry. Was it good?"

"It was heaven, Tucker. Now let's collect the residual into the bottle." I
said

He smiled a wide smile and asked:

"Residual?" He asked.

"Watch." I advised.

"Spread your legs a bit, Tucker."

He did.

I took my index finger and placed it at his rectum. I traced it along his
perineum, pushing all the residual cum hiding in his urethra to his meatus
and into the bottle.

"Cool, Barry. I didn't know there was still more up there." Tucker said.

"Yes, and it was quite a lot, look how much more you filled the bottle with
it." I observed.

"Cool!" he proclaimed.

He went on:

"Now, you can have me with you back in Texas."

"Right, Tucker. I'll cherish this as an invaluable treasure. This is your
essence, Tucker, your semen. No one else has it, only Tucker." I declared.

"I never thought of it that way, but you are right, Barry. It's my
essence?. and it's all yours, Barry" He said as he kissed my lips with a
protracted kiss.

"Thank you, Tucker, I'm truly honored." I said.

"Would you share your essence with me, Barry? I'd love it." Tucker
requested.

"Of course, Tucker. I'd be happy to do so. Now let me see if I have another
bottle." I said.

"I have just the thing, Barry, just cum into this plastic glass on the
dresser and I'll pour it into a decorative little gold flask I have in my
room." Tucker advised.

"Okay sweetheart." I said.

He retrieved the plastic glass and sat it on the floor within close reach.

He examined my penis, which had already become erect.

"Barry, you have one of those frenilum things, huh?" He observed.

"It's frenulum, sweetheart, yes I have one." I affirmed

"I'm gonna work on it, since you said it amplifies the pleasure, okay?" He
said

"GREAT!" I replied.

Tucker went to his knees. He took my erect penis by its base and pointed it
at his lips. He stuck out his tongue a short way, opened his mouth, and
began moving his head back and forth, sliding my frenulum along the length
of his tongue.

I was seeing stars. My penis began throbbing and my meatus was painting
Tucker's tongue with Cowper's fluid. He stopped long enough to look up at
me and say:

"That tastes pretty good, Barry."

"It's pre-cum, sweetie, or technically Cowper's fluid. My dick is about to
explode so go on, please, baby."

He put my penis fully back into his mouth and continued teasing my
frenulum.  He wrapped his mouth fully around my penis; my glans was now
fully involved in the experience.

Tucker placed a hand on each of my butt-cheeks and pulled me toward his
face, fully taking my penis into himself.

I was in ecstasy. I was quickly becoming 'locked and loaded', in other
words, I had reached to point of inevitability.

"I'm going to cum, sweetie." I declared.

He took me out of his mouth long enough to say:

"Do it, Barry, cum for me." He asked.

He reached and brought the plastic up to my meatus. Just in time. I
exploded my cum into the plastic glass. After three or four spurts, he took
my penis, still dripping cum between spurts, into his mouth.

I finished in his mouth. As my ejaculation began to slow, he placed his
hands, once again, on my butt-cheeks and pulled me to full insertion into
his mouth and down his throat.

My orgasm was intense. I though I would surely pass out. My penis was
throbbing and remained rock-hard. My refractory period wasn't to begin for
a while. As my ejaculation was arriving at its conclusion, he pushed me
away, just far enough to take my penis out of his mouth.

"Residual, Barry." He said.

I spread my legs to allow him access to my anus and my perineum. He pushed
my residual cum along my perineum and into the plastic glass.

"Wow, Barry, there was lots of cum still in there, huh?" He commented.

I nodded; I was too exhausted to speak.

He licked the glistening mixture of cum and his saliva from the glans and
shaft of my penis.

"Excellent, Barry, the best." He proclaimed.

I was only beginning to come to my senses.

He set the plastic glass on the granite top of the sink in the bathroom.

He spoke: "Let's shower, Barry. Then I'll go and get my gold flask and put
your cum into it."

We got into the shower and enjoyed the hot water streaming down our
bodies. The water ran down and off the tip of his, still semi-erect,
penis. It was as if he were an ancient Greek fountain? only far more
beautiful.

I washed his torso and abdomen. This gave me a chance to handle those huge
balls of his. As I did, I felt around to the backside of his testicles, one
at a time, to find each of his epididymis. They were packed to the max. So
was his vas deferens. Those huge balls really produce a large amount of
sperm.

I spoke:

"God, Tucker, these huge balls of yours are really active."

"They are?" He responded

"Sure are?do you know how to check your epididymis and you vas deferens? I
asked


"I don't even know what they are, Barry. Are they in my ball sack?" He
asked.

"They are, sweetie. Your ball sack is actually called your scrotum. Would
you like me to show you." I suggested.

I showed him how to do the self-check.

He understood and demonstrated that he had learned correctly.

"Very good, Tucker. You should understand that if they stay that packed you
might want to masturbate more frequently. If you allow all that fluid to
build up in your seminal vesicles and prostate it will get absorbed into
your bloodstream. You could get a face full of acne that you can't get rid
of."

"Can I check yours, Barry?" He asked.

"Of course." I replied

Tucker reached down and took my scrotum in hand and proceeded to feel my
testicles and my epididymis and my vas deferens.

"Yours are pretty packed, too, Barry." He observed.

"Yes, sweetie, they are. Not nearly so packed as yours, though." I
insisted.

The hot water continued to run down our respective bodies. It felt
wonderful.  He reached out his arms for me to take him into my embrace. I
did. We were breast-to-breast and dick-to-dick.

Tucker went limp in my arms. I held him all the more tightly. His head was
resting on my shoulder.

"GOD, I'm going to miss you, Barry. I've only known you a short time, but
you mean everything to me already, Barry." Tucker assured me.

"I'll miss you, too, Tucker. You've already won a place in my
heart. Perhaps we'll be together before too long?.if you want it that
way. But I must take the other boys home. You know that." I said

"I know, Barry. I know." He admitted.

"I'd love to be yours, Barry. I love you very much. Hell, I didn't even
know what that meant till today." Tucker said.

My boy, I don't want to bore you with a bunch of theological mumbo jumbo,
but there are three types of love: Eros, Filia, and Agape. Only God can
love perfectly, that's agape. Eros, or romantic, sexual love and Filia or
familiar love. We humans can imitate, in our highly imperfect way the
totally self-sacrificing love as we envision God in Agape.

I'll spare you all the instruction, sweet boy, only to say that true love
is a function of the soul? not the body. That's what makes it possible for
us to love on such a high plateau. It's truly wonderful. We can unite with
each other, not just physically but in our souls.

Sadly, most people never get beyond Eros. Then, when the novelty of sexual
expression wears off, the relationship falls apart.

"I think my love for you comes from my soul, Barry. It's too strong to just
be sexual." Tucker proclaimed.

"I love you from my soul, as well, my wonderful boy." I said.

I went on:

"It will be very hard for me to leave you behind as I take the others home,
but I must. I'm just a phone call and a flight away from you, Tucker. If
things go sidewise for you, in any way, first run to Pop and Carl, then
call me. I'll be here in a flash. Howard is doing all the preliminary work
to allow me to take custody of you?. if, of course, you decide you want it
that way. I'm not saying goodbye to you, only "see ya later', Tucker. We
each have the other's essence close at hand until we are fully
together. Don't worry?I'm with you always, my sweet boy."

He tightened his embrace: "I love you, Barry." He proclaimed.

"And I you, Tucker." I declared.

I went on:

"I guess we should get out of here before we wrinkle up like a couple of
raisins."

He chuckled and let loose of me.

We dried each other off and used the blow dryer on each other. We were
fresh and clean. Tucker's curly red hair was on full display. He's so
beautiful? I thought to myself.

Tucker went to get his gold flask. I placed my treasure of his semen into
my travel bag.  He returned with the flask and poured my semen into it. He
had brought a sharpie with him.

"Here, Barry, put 'to Tucker' on it. He requested.

" I think maybe something more Tucker, here, let me have it."

I used the sharpie to write: 'with you always. I love you. Barry'

"That's good, Barry. Thank you." He said.

"Can I write on your bottle?" he asked

"Sure, but it's a bit smaller." I said

I retrieved the bottle.

 He took it and wrote 'love you from my soul and essence. Tucker'

I read it and tears came to my eyes. He leaned to me and kissed those tears
away..

We sat down on the edge of the bed, and continued our visit until the boys
returned. They were laden with presents.

We placed them in the box for Carl to ship to us.

Cam went to Tucker and said:

"I'm going to miss you, Tucker. I love you very much. Even though you've
always had a reputation, I always thought that you can't really know Tucker
and not love him."

Tucker took Cam and just about hugged the crap out of him: "I love you,
too, Cam. I'll miss you. I'll miss all of you."

"I hope you'll decide to join us. We have the most wonderful life you can
imagine. You've never seen so much love and mutual support." Lance
declared.

"One step at a time, Lance." Tucker said.

"I'm gonna put my new treasure in its usual hiding place, guys. I'll be
right back." Tucker advised as he left the room.

"His treasure?" Cam asked.

The other two boys knew what it meant.

"I'll explain it to you later, Cam." Lance said.

The clock was ticking away. The boys decided on a snack before we retired
for the evening. Carl appeared in our doorway just then.

Everything okay Barry? He asked

"Just fine, Carl. The boys decided on a last snack before bedtime". I said.

"Well, they know where to find one in the kitchen. Chef will fix them right
up." Carl said.

"How about you, Barry? Would you like a bedtime snack?" Carl asked.

"You suppose Chef would let me have a fruit plate?" I asked

"Sure, Barry. Whatever you want." Carl said.

"Carl, I can't thank you enough for the hospitality and for watching over
the boys as you have. You know how much they mean to me." I said

"I know, Barry, and I know Cam will come to mean as much to you as the
other two." Carl observed

"He already does, Carl, he already does." I insisted

Carl smiled widely and nodded.

He went on:

"And it's miraculous what you've accomplished with Tucker. The entire
community is going on about it." Carl said.


"Please keep an eye on him for me, Carl. I don't trust Gene any further
than I can throw him." I requested.

"I will, Barry. I promise." Carl said.

Carl led me to the kitchen where the boys, including Tucker, had already
arrived

I joined the boys in the kitchen. Chef, who was still cleaning up after
dinner, prepared me a fruit plate. It was wonderful, and really hit the
spot.

As I ate the fruit, Carl announced:

"As we have talked before, I will drive you to the airport immediately
after breakfast. I'll also make sure all the goodies get shipped to you,
Barry."

"Thanks Carl, that's perfect." I said.

Tucker's smile faded at hearing this and he looked sad. I noticed this and
said:

"Tucker, I wish I could just pack you up and take you home with me
tomorrow. But, as you told Cam, earlier, one step at a time, sweetheart. If
anything crazy happens, Carl will call me and we'll deal with it
immediately. Harold will make it possible, legally, for you to join us,
just be patient. You'd love the other guys? I know you would. They'd all
love you, too.  Our family is all about love, and we'd all welcome you with
open arms and love you more than you could imagine." I said.

"You won't forget about me, once you're back in Texas, will you?" Tucker
asked, sadly.

I could NEVER forget you, Tucker? Absolutely NEVER! I love you.

I continued:

"I promise you, Tucker, that when Harold completes the necessary paperwork
and get's it all approved by the courts, I'll personally come back to
collect you and bring you to your new home? if, that is, you decide you
want that. In the meantime you and Timmy can see where your new
relationship takes you."

"Can't I go now? It could be for just a visit.?"

I looked at Carl. He looked back. We had both had the same thought,
prompted by Tucker's request.

"Let's put Gene to the test, Barry. He says he wants to give Tucker to you
permanently, he shouldn't reject the idea of allowing Tucker to go for a
visit and see his potential new home." Carl said.

"The most he could say is no." I added.

Tucker interjected:

"He could say no, then beat the shit out of me for suggesting it."

"Tucker, if he lays hands on you again, for any reason, you tell Carl
immediately, okay?"

"Okay, I will." Tucker replied.

Carl and I went to Gene's suite and approached him with the idea. To my
surprise, he agreed to let Tucker come for a visit.

"I already told you, you can have him."

Carl said:

"It's not that simple, Gene, there are certain legalities that must be
satisfied."

"Bring em on, Carl."

"You'll need to provide Barry with a medical release, in case of emergency,
so he can have Tucker treated." Carl advised.

"No problem." Gene said.

Gene turned to me and said:

"You really care for the little shit, don't you?"

"I do, Gene, I think he's a great kid." I affirmed.

Gene chuckled:

"You don't know what you're asking for, Barry."

"I'm anxious to find out, Gene."

"Good luck, Barry." Gene advised.




Carl added:

I'll bring you the medical release form in a few moments.

Carl and I returned to advise Tucker.

"But what about Timmy?" Tucker asked.

"He'll still be here when you return, sweetie." I retorted.

I went on:

"Tucker, I'm not going to make you come with me and the boys. If you'd
rather stay and be with Timmy, I understand."

"No, I want to go with you. Just let me explain to Timmy." Tucker advised

Tucker left us to find Timmy and explain what was going on.

The boys had showered, brushed their teeth and performed all the other
pre-bedtime rituals by the time Tucker returned.

"Tucker, was Timmy upset that you're coming with us?" I asked.

"NO. He was glad that I'm getting the Hell away from Dad. He said he'd be
waiting for me to return." Tucker advised.

"I see. Well, you might want to get packed. It's getting late. The boys are
getting ready for bed." I suggested.

"Can I sleep with you guys tonight, Barry" Tucker requested.

"If we can all squeeze into the one bed. Tucker. It's a king size, so I
guess we can all fit." I said.

"Hell, I don't care, I can sleep on the floor." Tucker said.

"No?I'm sure we can all fit in the bed, Tucker. Don't worry." I said.

Unlike home, where we have the infrared cove heaters to keep us warm while
we sleep nude on our super-king-sized- bed, we would have to resort to
covers. I was totally unused to this.

Tucker left to pack

"Let's say goodnight to Pop, boys." I suggested.

"Yeah, that's a great idea." Lance said.

We quietly went down the hall to Pop's room. We found him already asleep.

I whispered:

"Well, we'll all say goodbye to him and give him a kiss in the morning."

"Pop doesn't like kisses, Barry." Cam responded..

"Okay. He doesn't know what he's missing out on, does he." I said.

The boys all smiled and nodded in agreement.

We returned to find that Tucker had returned with his suitcase.

"My Dad wouldn't give me any money to take along for the trip, Barry."
Tucker said, as if it might disqualify him from going.

"You don't need any, Tucker. I'll take care of everything and will give you
some spending money to use as you wish." I said.

Tucker smiled widely saying:

"I love you, Barry. Thank God I met you!

"Thank God I met you, Tucker. You have a place in my heart, just like the
other boys.

 You're very special to me."

 "Just like the other boys?" Tucker asked.

"Exactly." I declared.

"Wow, Barry, I'm as important as the other boys?" Tucker asked.

"Of course, sweet boy, of course." I said with a big smile.

"Why don't you brush your teeth and get ready for bed. I need to call Texas
before I call it a night." I suggested.

"Dammit! ? I forgot my toothbrush. Be right back." Tucker said, as he
hurried to the hall




 While he was busy retrieving his toothbrush, I called the house and told
the guys to be prepared for Tucker. I spent a short time explaining
Tucker's situation. I explained that like Carson, he'd been abused and
beaten by his worthless father. David was furious to hear about Tucker
having been subjected to such abuse. Danny explained that he missed me
tremendously and would be at the airport with Travis to pick us all up.

Tucker returned at this point, and I didn't want him hearing me talking
about his plight, so I told Danny:

"So you guys set an extra place for Tucker. He'll be hungry by the time we
get to the house.."

Danny understood and repeated that he'd be there with Travis and that I
should be prepared to be kissed to death on the drive home.

 I smiled and said:

"I love you, Danny. Tell the others I love them, too, and can't wait to get
home."

Danny reassured me of his and all the guys' love for me and we finally said
bye bye.

I hung up the phone.

Tucker emerged from the bathroom and said to me:

"Your Turn, Barry."

Soon I was crawling into a fully loaded bed.

Lance and Landon on the far right and Cam in the middle, then me, and at my
left, Tucker.

Cam spoke: "Barry, Lance said I could sleep next to you, okay?"

I remember that I was advised to let Cam sleep next to me as he sometimes
tends to have tremors during his sleep. So I lay down next to him and said:

"Of course, Cam. I'd love to feel you next to me as you sleep."

Tucker and I pulled the comforter up to our breasts, covering us
all. Tucker lay next to me on his back. He reached to place his hand on my
penis and balls. Soon he was asleep.




As I had been warned, Cam began to shiver in his sleep. I felt his head. He
had no fever nor did he seem sick in any way. I pulled him to myself such
that his cheek was resting on my breast.  He threw his left leg over mine
such that his sweet penis was resting on my thigh. He woke, briefly, as I
placed a pillow between his cheek and my breast and said:

"I love you, Barry. Sleep tight."

He fell immediately back to sleep. I reached to stroke his beautiful blond
hair. He stopped the shivering and was soon in REM sleep.

He didn't shiver the rest of the night. He slept soundly and peacefully.

I was the last to fall asleep.

In what seemed like an instant, the rising sun, streaming through our
bedroom window awakened me. I looked at the clock. We still had plenty of
time before we had to be ready for breakfast. I continued to lie there and
watch the boys sleep. Tucker, in spite of his former reputation, was
sleeping with the innocence of a little angel. Cam was still asleep on my
breast. He had apparently been dripping his Cowper's fluid onto my thigh
during the night. I reached gently to gather some of it onto my fingers and
transfer it to my tongue. Some had already dried and I could not collect
it, the rest was delicious.

I continued to lie there, soaking up this little piece of heaven.

Tucker still had my genitals cupped in his hand. It was very erotic.

Finally, Tucker was the first to rouse. He looked me in the eyes, moved to
kiss me on my eager mouth and greet me to the morning:

"Good Morning! I love you."

I smiled and said:

"I love you, too, sweetie."

"Looks like the others are still asleep." Tucker observed.

I nodded to affirm. I didn't say anything, not wanting to wake the others.

"I'm going to take a nice hot shower, okay?" Tucker said.

Again I nodded.



The sound of the hot water running in the shower served to wake the other
boys.

Cam was the last to rouse.

When he opened his beautiful blue eyes, he looked at me and said:

"I love you, Barry. That was the best sleep I've ever had. Were you able to
sleep with me clinging on to you the way I am?"

"I slept very well, sweetie. Travis, whom you'll soon meet, sleeps with his
head on my breast all the time, except without the pillow. He says that he
sleeps most soundly when he can listen to my heart beat." I explained.

"I went on:

"You gave me a precious gift while you slept, you know."

"I did?" he responded.

I pulled the comforter down to show him my thigh covered with a generous
helping of his precum.

"Sorry, Barry." He said.

"Don't be sorry, sweetie. It really is a gift. It is a precious part of
you. I don't even want to wash it off, but I'll have to when I shower
before breakfast." I declared.

"Don't worry, I can make some more." He said with a big smile.

"I'm sure you can." I said smiling back.

Soon we had all showered and dressed. We wanted to say bye to Pop before we
left, so we sauntered down the hall to Pop's room. He took each boy by the
hand and reassured them of his love for them and that they should NOT
worry, they were in the best of hands with Barry. There were no hugs and no
kisses. I supposed it was true, as I had been informed, Pop doesn't like
hugs and kisses.

Pop pointed at an envelope on the table and said:

"That's for you, Barry. It will jump start the arrangement we had discussed
earlier.."

The envelope was filled with money, which I elected not to count at the
time. The permanent guardianship documents for all three boys were
included, as well.

"Thank you, Pop. Please don't worry about anything but getting well. You
have given me an invaluable gift with the boys, I promise you I'll take the
best care of them." I said firmly.

"I'm not worried at all, Barry. Remember, I have been to your home and
watched you love and care for the other guys, I've seen you in action. I
know the boys will be the happiest they've ever been."

"Lance's parents have given me their permission to have Lance, so I don't
know if the guardianship papers on Lance will be necessary." I said

"Trust me, Barry." Pop said with a wink.

Breakfast was wonderful. Gene glared at us the whole time. Tucker decided
he'd approach his Dad and say goodbye with a handshake. Gene pushed him
away. Everyone who witnessed this shook his or her head in disgust.

Carl drove us to the airport, as promised. We each had only overnight bags
so we didn't need to check our luggage.

Carl walked us to the gate.

"Have a safe trip, you guys. Don't worry about anything, I'll take your
goodies box and have it properly packed and shipped to you. You should have
it in a few days." Carl said.

The boys each gave Carl a hug goodbye. He hugged them back.

"Carl, I can't thank you enough for all you and the community have done to
make me comfortable and your help in looking after the boys." I said.

"You're entirely welcome, Barry. Our naturist community is a community
indeed. We all watch each other's backs and support our members, especially
the kids." He advised.

"Your community should be proud." I said.

"Because we have a high number of seniors, many people think we are a
retirement community, but we are actually a naturist community with members
young and older." Carl said.

"It's a great place, Carl. It really is." I said, as we approached the
gate.

"You got all the tickets, don't you, Barry." Carl said.

"I do, Carl. It was especially gracious of Pop to purchase Tucker's
ticket. I wasn't expecting that." I said.

"Well, I think every time Pop sees those strap marks on Tucker's backside
he feels guilty about reading Gene's beads about the incident between Lance
and Tucker. So it is his way of saying sorry for causing Gene to beat
Tucker as he did." Carl explained.

I nodded.

Harold is working on the legal papers for Tucker. I'll keep you informed
how it all goes, Barry. Carl advised.

Just then, they called our flight.

Carl and I made our goodbyes. He stood off to the side to make sure we all
made it onto the plane without incident. We did, waving to Carl as we
entered the skybridge.

I placed Tucker, Lance and Landon in the starboard seats and Myself and Cam
sat across the isle from them. Cam spoke up:

"This is going to be great, Barry, I've never flown before, though, will
you hold my hand?"

"Of course I will, Cam, but you're going to get a big kick out of it,
you'll see." I replied.

  Soon the plane was taxiing for take off. The engines revved for take off
and we were rolling down the runway. Cam was looking out the window and
squeezing my hand more tightly as the speed of the plane increased.

A huge feeling of relief washed over me as the plane rotated and I heard
the landing gear retracting.

We were headed home.


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