Rodney

Chapter 17

Barry II

So the challenge had been made.

There was a little seldom-used airport not far from our little abode, and Barry’s desire to get me used seemed almost unquenchable.

Of course Tony had to consider it, and Rodney agreed.  But Rodney was maturing as well, resulting in some serious conversations between him and Tony.

Everything had gone way better than anybody really expected, it seemed.  Money wise, sex wise, basically everything wise. 

Who would have ever dreamed there could be such big demand in such a rural area?

But Tony also saw that Barry’s desire to make a buck off of me might get intense, even if dickwise he were among the smallest.  Tony’s only exception to his 9” plus rule.

So.

Trust Tony, he went legal.  Legally adopted me.  Legally got Rodney and I married.  Even stood in as the witness.  And had all his disciples join in that night, to make sure both Rodney and I knew the deal going forward, marriage or no marriage.

And then he decided to give Barry one weekend a month, just to see.  And made sure Rodney had to accompany.

And did Barry run.

Using Martin’s savvy on the internet, Barry debated whether to fly men in or fly us out.

In retrospect he probably knew all along that getting me on a plane was the easiest way to ultimately argue for more time, both travelling as well as locally.  And he also seemed to know that selling the whole group of men would eventually be even easier than getting me booked elsewhere…

So our first jaunt was, unsurprisingly, supposed to have been off to New York.

But crafty Barry figured out early that an even easier sell was Houston…

Trust those pretending conservatives.

So there we were, Barry, Rodney and I.  Flying off to Texas.  And Barry couldn’t resist reenforcing that if I hadn’t felt like a whore before, there was no time like the present.

And the amount he got surprised all of us.  Even if we didn’t initially know that he had actually pumped out both me AND Rodney.

One still had to give him credit.  Even if the dudes were old.  Even compared to Tony.  Barry had booked fit oldsters, one late 50s, two in their 60s, for what would prove to be a surprisingly easy weekend, considering some of the things Tony had already worked us all through.

The men were actually pretty cool, and the place about as high-end as certainly either Rodney or I expected.  Decently attractive, despite their accents, even in decent shape.  And Barry had warned us to be as appreciative as possible.  Even as Tony had insisted on his same rules away as at home.

One of them barely hit 9”, with a bit of a stretch.  One was just over.  And the other was a 10”, and as proud as hell.

Until of course he ended up seeing Rodney at over 11.

We did our best to be impressed.  The sex was actually pretty easy.  Who would have thought Tony could have trained us so well for this?

We fucked.  We kissed.  I sucked.  Hard and deep.  They all came within the first hour, which almost got us wondering how we would spent all day Saturday and Sunday.

Rodney encouraged me along the way.  Impressed the three old men by making sure I swallowed his long cock all the way.  And of course Rodney was already used to cumming a number of times a day.

So at one point Rodney even insisted that Barry join in.  As Rodney went deep in my ass together with Barry, as he taught the three old men new tricks, even as they already seemed almost worn out, even before sunrise came Saturday morning.

There was a lot of cum.  A lot of kissing.  A lot of sucking.  A lot of fucking.

But Barry was still plotting, as the next morning he introduced the three old men to three more local Hispanic guys.  And of course Barry had upped the ante:  each of them measured in at over 10.  With one almost competing with Rodney and his 11.

The old dudes were as wealthy as they were horny, and Barry was determined to book a return from the outset, even as he had them shell out money to the Hispanic men as well, even though each of them had also had to pay to be invited.

So Saturday Rodney had to do his best to think of what Tony would do as he managed the group of 6, plus him and Barry.  And Barry’s biggest regret seemed to be that he should have brought Martin along to record things, since the money together with filming, plus random sex, was almost more than Barry could deal with.

He even got Rodney and I to promise we wouldn’t share glitches with Tony.

As if any promise with Barry could get us to go against what we had already promised Tony.  And as Rodney surreptitiously did a bit of his own filming.  Just for Tony.

The Hispanics only lasted through early Saturday afternoon.  Then Barry just tried to go high end, appealing to what seemed to be almost every fantasy the old men had. 

As Saturday evening turned into a repeat of Friday, until the old men got exhausted.  But as Barry insisted they invite at least a local buddy or two.

So late Saturday the old men turned spectators, getting more than they had ever imagined.  And Barry even managed to bring in another 3 young men late in the night, as the old men dosed up on Viagra, and Barry got them drunk enough that they fell to sleep while Rodney and I enjoyed the younger dudes.

None of them seemed prepared for how much Tony had trained us, even as Barry broke out the red and black robes.  Just seeing those made two of them cum.

And Sunday morning Barry brought in one more surprise.  Two actual priests…

And my head was spinning.  Even more shocked at how kinky rural men could be.  Let alone how quietly gay.

And wondering even more and more where this all might go.

Of course Tony greeted us at the airport on our return.