Nevermore!

by and © Henry Higgins

Chapter 21 - Just Plain Weird

And so it was that the three of us decided that as soon as we could, we would all head for the counseling group at the LGBT Center, not only to help our youngest and most vulnerable member, Rusty, but also to provide some benefit for the rest of us. Roger committed to get the details from his lover, Peter.

"Guys," I said, "What do you think about Kenny being in bed for Rusty when he wakes up - to love him, like you were talking about earlier, Roger."

Roger just nodded his agreement, but Kenny let out a whoop of excitement, as his penis grew a little longer. "Hey, yeah! I'd love to try out that frottage you talked about, Rog. That would be so cool. And I haven't come since last night, either."

Rog and I just looked at each other but said nothing as I thought about maybe being able to work up some libido as early as the coming evening.

"What?" said Kenny. "Oh! I get it. You old guys can't get off as often as us kids. Well, maybe tomorrow for you..." He grinned impishly as we looked at each other with chagrin. Our only consolation was the certainty that Kenny would, in time, encounter his own problems with dwindling libido. Meanwhile, I think we both celebrated his youth with him.

"And do I ever have plans for you, my friend," Roger said as he grinned my way. As Kenny turned toward his bedroom and the sleeping Rusty, I could see him grinning to himself.

Meanwhile, my own penis betrayed my excitement as it began to rise in anticipation. Roger scoped me and beamed as he saw the effect that he had on me. I just settled back for the ride, noticing that he, too, was beginning to deal with tumescence.

As Kenny shut the door to his room, Rog and I went on down to my bedroom. I shut the door and was on the way to turn back my bed when I was seized lovingly but firmly from behind and nuzzled by a day-and-a-half-old growth of red beard. I turned to face Roger, hugged him to me, and we kissed that deep, probing kiss of pent-up love gushing forth into the light. Our dripping penises did their own little tango as we each tried to press into the other so hard that it seemed as though we would merge into one body.

Somehow we found the bed and got it turned back, even as we clung to one another and fell into it, still locked in our embrace, swirling through the present moment celebrating our love. Then, Rog broke our lip lock and we came up for air.

"Do you still have massage oil?" he asked breathily.

"Mm-hmm," I answered, as I reached into my nightstand, fished around for the bottle of massage oil, and handed it to him. Years ago, even before David, I had a fling with massage training. Even though I never got my license to practice, I learned enough to give others as well as myself a good massage. I learned to use the massage oil as a temporary cure for the dry skin that affected me more as I aged. Rog and I had discussed this once during my healing after I got out of prison. I discovered that he had gotten a limited amount of massage training as part of his medical education. However, we never got around to trading massages - until now, that is.

Gently, he turned me onto my tummy. I cradled my head into my arms and soon was rewarded by the firm touch of his warm, beefy hands starting at my neck and shoulders and then working their way down my back, spreading oil, warmth, and relaxation. Waves of comfort flowed from his touch. I closed my eyes and moaned, as I ground my hard cock into the bed.

"Easy there, stud. There'll be plenty of attention for that, too... All in good time." His voice was as soothing to me as his hands. I stayed hard and flowing with pre-cum, but also began to drift into alpha brain state - not asleep, just very relaxed and meditative.

Part of my massage training had covered a Japanese form of massage called shiatsu, which translates literally to "finger pressure." Masseurs use their thumbs and other pointy parts of their bodies, like elbows, to press acupressure points in the body. Rog was using his palms more than his fingers, but the effect was much the same as he hit the major pressure points all the way down my back. Then it was time for backstretches, one of my favorite parts of back massage. His palms found pressure points on different regions of my back and then stretched the skin outward from an imaginary center. From my upper back to my lower, on both sides of my body, Rog stretched out all the muscles in my back - all six layers of them!

I was beyond groaning, but I still wasn't asleep when Rog turned me over onto my back and then moved to sit at my head. Gently, delicately, he rubbed the muscles in my scalp and face with his fingertips. Then he worked his way down my neck and into those delicious pressure points around my shoulders and collarbone, pressing there gently with his knuckles. Finally, he began his trek down my abdomen, rubbing lightly and gently with his forearms in a meditative, circular rhythm - always clockwise. I hung in suspended animation, unable to move except as he would move me, vibrating in delicious response to his caring touch.

Fingertips found and lightly tweaked each nipple, sending little sparks of excitement through me. He now straddled my face so that I had a gorgeous view of his erection when I opened my eyes. Every now and then it would drool another few drops of pre-cum as it arched out under his belly. Roger wasn't so long in the penis department, but I don't think I'd ever seen one so thick and perfectly proportioned. And, it was so nicely framed by his abundant copper bush and low-hanging balls.

Now he worked my abdomen more firmly with his forearms, drawing up from groin to chest on my right side, sliding across my nipples, and then down from chest to groin on my left, cupping my balls as he got down there. I had always done these abdominal strokes with my palms and couldn't believe the wonderful difference of feeling the touch of his entire arm while maintaining the same clockwise motion that I had learned to make with my palms.

Every now and then I could snake my tongue out to lap up some of his pre-cum that landed close enough to my mouth. And then I felt his hands go under me to cup my buttocks about the same time that I felt my penis engulfed down to my pubes by his warm, moist oral cavern. He stretched out and lowered himself so that his abdomen undulated over mine. His fingers began a little dance along my perineum and scrotum. And his steamy oral cavern closed more firmly along my penis to hold it absolutely still. Then his tongue began to swirl and titillate. I wanted to sixty-nine with him so we could be mutual, but I could also feel his passion to give himself to me completely. So I lay there and gratefully accepted his pleasuring.

When he began the suction, I could feel the loose skin that remained from my circumcision vacuumed up toward the end of my dick and around the head. But, his tongue was there, pushing up on my corona so that I could feel my sweet spot slide over the ridges in the roof of his mouth. Then he would hold his mouth around just the end of my penis, pushing and pulling the skin back and forth with the suction and his tongue. An itch began somewhere deep in me as he once more sank his face around my penis and I felt his lips work their way into my pubic hair. The fingertips of one hand began to dance along my scrotum, as a finger of the other hand began to play at my anus. As little twirls of butt pleasure magnified what was going on in my penis, it occurred to me that I had never realized that my anus could feel so good! Well, I had never been fucked, either, so that wasn't surprising.

By then, my penis felt huge - so full and swollen and ready to pop, very much as it had when we had our little group-gasm the evening before. I couldn't help reaching up to caress Roger's ample equipment dangling over my face, to rub my hand up into his furry bum. The feel of his cock, his low-hangers, and his furry crotch only added to my pleasure. But, there was something more going on that I couldn't quite define at first; then it began to clarify.

I felt my awareness begin to stretch as it had the previous evening. I don't know how, but I could also feel Kenny's raw lust for release as he rubbed his swollen cock along Rusty's satin tummy. Apparently, they had found the massage oil I had put in Kenny's room. Both our feelings mounted in that delicious torture that comes just before release. As his feeling peaked and he began to squirt his juices onto his lover, I also crested and felt my penis begin to jettison its load into Rog's welcoming mouth. I grabbed a pillow to muffle my cries of ecstasy, so as not to disturb the boys.

At that point, as Kenny and I coiled into our orgasms, I could feel Rusty begin his own urgent squirting as I felt Roger's whole body tense. He began to moan passionately as his warm juice sprayed over my chest and abdomen.

Roger had slowed his oral stroking so that as I began to ejaculate, his mouth just held my convulsing dick. But his vocalization at his own release added a bass hum of vibration to the ecstasy of the moment. I had heard of "hummers" before, but never until then had I experienced such rapture.

I could feel both boys beginning to slide down the other side of their orgasms. We all held onto our partner until our breathing began to normalize, our minds came back into our bodies, and we began to feel that wonderful feeling of total and utter depletion that comes only from a satisfying 'gasm.

I felt Kenny and Rusty prolong their embrace, cemented by their mingled juices as they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. Rog continued to hold me in his mouth as I wilted, just as David had done so many years before, his tongue gently milking my last few drops. I felt warm and suckled and protected. Opening my eyes, I feasted on the sight of Rog's luxuriant coppery bush. I fought going back to sleep as I gazed at his crotch and wondered how in hell his dick could be so thick, even when it was soft.

And then his mouth released me. An invigorating chill hit my penis. That lovely view of Roger's crotch lifted away and to my right as he scooted over to sit near me and hold my hand. Our eyes met. I began to rise, ready for a kiss; but he stayed me gently with his hand. "We've got to talk," he said.

"About how we all feel each other's sex when we're turned on?" I asked.

"Yep. We've gotta figure out how to handle this so it doesn't hurt the guys."

"I agree," I said. "I don't know about you, but it confuses the hell outa me."

"Me, too; but I think we can use it to our advantage. Let's get cleaned up and dressed and let them sleep. That'll give us time to talk."

"Okay," I said as I started to get up again. But once more, Roger stayed me with his big hand. Then I got my kiss - deep, probing, and infused with the tang of my semen.

We padded into the bathroom, peed, washed up at the sink, and then donned bathrobes before tiptoeing past Kenny's room and into the kitchen. Rog grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and we settled into the living room. The beer was bitter and crisp as it washed the taste of our kiss down my throat.

"Do you have any idea what's going on?" I asked. "This whole empathy thing confuses me."

"I wish I did," he answered. "But I'm just as clueless as you about it. The only thing I have noticed is that now that we're in the circle, it seems to be getting more intense."

"Do you think they're into mind reading?" I asked with some alarm.

"Nah," he said. "Sometimes it may seem like it, but I think it's just that they can sense feelings in others that are close to them and it seems like mind reading. Remember - both kids are abuse survivors. One thing I learned in my class work and I've seen a little in practice is that abuse survivors become highly adept at reading other people. They have to be in order to survive, because the adults in their worlds are so unstable."

"Yeah, but this seems to go well beyond just reading someone's body language," I mused. "Yesterday, when Rusty was in the ER, Kenny read his feelings quite accurately. And, when Kenny and I were at the movies, he and Rusty were separated by maybe a mile and he read Rusty quite accurately."

"You're right," said Rog. "That's way beyond interpreting non-verbal behavior."

"Well, do you think we could come up with some way to deal with this?" I asked. " I'd feel a lot more comfortable. I mean, like today... It really thrilled me to be feeling Kenny's build to HIS orgasm and then HIS ejaculation. It multiplied mine like three or four times. But at the same time, it weirded me out. I wonder if the boys felt our orgasms?"

"I think we all will need to talk about this when they wake up. We can ask them then," Roger said. "Frankly, I have had absolutely no experience with this kind of thing. I wish I could be more helpful."

"I understand," I said. "I guess we're all going to have to work together on handling it. I notice that it doesn't seem so strange to them as it does to us; but then, they've probably grown up with it, so it would seem natural to them."

"To them, yes; but not to their peers," Rog speculated. "I can see where other kids would be totally spooked by their empathy and that would just make them feel all the more alienated."

"From what I've seen, I think they work very hard to keep it from the other kids," I said.

"I suspect you're right," Rog agreed. Just then, we could detect the sound of two streams hitting the pot in the bathroom, followed by the toilet flushing. Shortly, two naked boys joined us in the living room. Rusty snuggled in with Rog as Kenny snuggled in to me and I covered him with my robe.

Roger said, "Well, I hope you two princes got your beauty rest. You really needed it from what I could feel."

Kenny raised his head to look over at Rusty, who was peering out from between Roger's arms. We could feel the silent communication pass between them, although we couldn't tell exactly what it was.

"You bet we did!" said Rusty. "You guys... Well, you two just..." He turned around to look at Roger. "Rog, you are just so awesome! I always wondered how it would feel to be so big. Oh my God! Do you think I'll ever get to be that big? Of course we were exhausted! We were too busy coming for the two of you, especially Rog and his monster cock."

Rog looked at me with raised eyebrows. "Well, I guess that answers one question," he said. "Guys, we need to talk about this. Are you two aware that Jim and I could feel the two of you every bit as much as you felt us?"

"Huh?" said Kenny.

"What do you mean, Rog?" asked Rusty.

"That's why we've got to talk," answered my carrot-topped friend.

"Well, could we eat something first?" squeaked Rusty. "We're like starving!"

Rog and I could only laugh as we looked at each other and nodded slightly to each other. It had been quite a morning.