Ambush

The following fictional story deals with sex among males. If you are offended by such material, are too young, or reside in an area where it is not allowed, depart. Though not always observed in this story, care enough about yourself and humankind to practice safe sex.

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Chapter 11

Cosmic Imperatives: Ritual, Energy, Healing

I slowly awakened, smiling because Troy's arms were still clasped around me. His legs were raised just a bit, gripping my legs. My arms remained on top of his. His cock had fallen out of my ass during the night, but now we were both sporting morning wood, his held down somewhat by my balls. Sensations from our sex romp early this morning were beginning to flood back into my mind. I looked up. SUSAN! She was standing at the foot of the bed, looking down on us, smiling.

"What a powerful picture you two make."

I started up, but my ribs punished me for the sudden movement, making me bark in pain. Troy raised his head. "Hey, Love," he said sleepily. "'Pain pills'time. Could you get them? They're by the kitchen sink."

"Of course. Be right back. Don't move. I want to see more of this."

When Susan left the bedroom, I whispered to Troy, "Gosh, we better get up. She caught us." He clasped me tighter with his arms and legs, pushing his cock up more between my legs, scraping against my perineum and the underside of my balls all too pleasurably. He was giggling. "Troy, if you keep that up, you'll give me more of a boner."

"So, you'll fulfill one of her wishes--seeing what you pack when you're near her."

"Troy . . . "

Susan returned, rolling the pills out of her hand into mine and giving me the glass of water. I gulped pills and water down, looking up under my eyebrows at her. She bent over Troy, and he rose as their lips met in a long kiss. Then she kissed me on the cheek. "Troy, was my prediction about Evan's reaction correct?"

"Sure was, Babe. His jaw dropped."

I blushed. They both laughed. "Evan, you know how much Troy's dimples turn us on?" Susan queried. I shook my head in the affirmative. "That's what a turn-on it is for us to see you blush."

"Huh?"

"A man as commanding as you, with as much inner strength as you, blushing. It varies from what one expects."

I blushed again. Troy had been looking around my head at my face. They both laughed. "Babe, how long do you think we could keep him in a sustained blush?"

"I'd bet at least 24 hours."

I looked aside.

"So how was it?" Susan asked Troy.

"Like you said, not the same but just as exciting as with you." I looked over my shoulder at him, blushing again. "See, we're on a run here-the blush continues. Shall we time him?"

She looked at me with her eyebrows arched inquiringly.

Oh, she also expected an answer from me about our romp. "Even after taking pain pills, he took me to the moon," I answered shyly.

"That's our man," Susan responded. She was eyeing me up and down, including my hard cock. Surprising that I hadn't scrambled to cover up when I'd quelled the pain from trying to sit up. "Evan," she continued, "your bruises remind me of those painted canvases of side show attractions at carnivals. We should call you "the Rainbow Man!" Troy chuckled.

I ducked my head. "Yeah, guess I do look like a freak," I said.

She walked to the side of the bed, lifting my chin with her hand. "Teasing, Evan, not a put-down. We're going to have to jolly you up, I see. Now, I'm going to go make us breakfast. Evan, I'll start a bath for you. Troy you can hop in the shower. By the time you both finish bathing and you have Evan taken care of, Troy, breakfast will be ready. Then we have to hop off to school."

Susan was clearly in command of the logistics. By the time I made my way to the bathroom on my crutches, the tub was full of warm water. Fortunately, the tub was situated in such a way that my left leg could hang over the side so that it wouldn't get wet (Dr. Sorenson had warned me to keep the splint on until he told me otherwise). While I backed up to the tub, Troy guided me down to the edge where I sat while he took away the crutches.

"Just a minute, Evan. Dr. Sorenson told me to take this bandage off your head. You won't need another one because you have stitches back here. He wants air to get to it." I held still while he loosened and removed the bandage.

Then I leaned back, placing a hand on each side of the tub and allowing my body to slowly drop in. When I was fully sitting, Troy suddenly placed his hands on the tops of my shoulders and pushed me under water. I came up spluttering, loudly casting aspersions on his ancestors' reproductive habits. He loved it.

While I washed myself, he showered, stepped out, drying himself off as I blatantly studied both his physical and spiritual attributes. He was such a beautiful creature, like his beloved Susan. I honored them on every level.

Getting out of the bathtub, I reversed the procedure. As I stood leaning on my crutches, he dried me with a towel. He seemed especially interested in drying my dick, balls, and ass. I was eyeing him skeptically. He started cracking up.

"Come on, man, you can't blame me for feeling up one of the best pieces of ass I've ever had. I love your ass, Evan Halsey." I know I blushed, but I also felt proud that I had passed muster with him. He stepped up behind me, clasping my body to his while I felt his soft cock find refuge in my crack. "I've never had an experience like last night. I never knew male pussy could be so good. Is that the way it is with all men or only Evan Halsey?"

"Only Evan," I answered imperiously, eyebrows arched.

"If Susan is okay with it, I intend to have it again. Imagine: the man who has had both Susan and you separately is lucky enough to get you in bed together, allowing his cock to service both of you. Neither of you would ever regret it."

I started to respond with a joke, but anticipating my behavior, he said, "No, please, leave it at that. Don't destroy the beauty of what we had last night."

"Okay, but please don't allow this to enter the school or the classroom."

"Evan," he said, "you should know me better than that. I don't pour out my love in someone and then betray that person the next day." I felt chastened.

"I know, but I had to say it." He tied the towel around my waist until I got to the bedroom to put on a bathrobe. Dr. Sorenson was right: something as simple as bathing took a lot of time. On the other hand, it had provided unexpected benefits today through Troy's ministrations, benefits that Dr. Sorenson had never imagined.

In my bathrobe, I made my way to the kitchen while Troy dressed. He had brought a backpack with a change of clothes, reminding me how much my students had planned this home-taking. The realization imparted a warm glow: I had to be worth something for them to put themselves out so much.

I was amazed: Susan had set the table-with napkins. She had orange juice poured, coffee dripping, bacon popping in a skillet, bread toasting, and scrambled eggs slowly cooking. "Wow! You work fast."

She just smiled.

"Susan, are you certain you're okay about Troy and me? I love you; I would never do anything to hurt you, either of you, any of my students, for that matter. So you know if I harmed your relationship with Troy--it would kill me."

She smiled. "Cool it, Evan. We're fine. So are you." What a woman! At that moment I felt Troy's arms slide around my waist and a kiss land on my cheek. "Sit, Guys."

We started our meal silently, but I was shooting glances at each of them out of the corners of my eyes. I cleared my throat. "Is this going to make it difficult for you two being in my class?" They smiled at each other. "I mean are we going to be able to be teacher-student when I get back to school?" They giggled, shooting looks back and forth between them. "Out with it," I commanded.

"Evan," Susan started, "no one in your classroom ever forgets who the teacher is. LaRonda may have called you by your first name in the classroom, but that's just her method for charming information out of someone. She wanted to know all about your being married, especially because she likes you. She takes a proprietary interest in those she cares about."

Troy continued, "You know so much more than we do that no one in that classroom can forget that you are the teacher. About five minutes into the very first class period we had with you, there was no doubt that you were a captain who ran a taut ship. When Jeremy challenged you on your own turf, you quickly took it back. Believe us: no on is going to ignore your role in that classroom."

"So you are okay with this?" I pushed. Again, they laughed.

"He's going to make us say it," Troy responded.

"Yes," they shouted in unison, laughing afterward.

"Do you need a blood oath," Troy teased. I just grinned.

"By the way, how is Jeremy?" I asked. "Has he settled down any from his blow-up in the classroom?"

"We haven't seen him really," Susan said, swapping glances with Troy. "We've spent a lot of time with this fellow who tried to fly down the stairs." I knew when I was being put off, so I asked no more.

After we finished breakfast, they quickly rinsed the dishes and placed them in the dishwasher, refusing to allow me to stand at the sink on my crutches, where I COULD have helped. As they were going out the door, Troy walked up and kissed me warmly on the mouth. "I hope it's not the last time," he smiled, winking at Susan. Then they were out the door.

I returned to the bedroom, slipped on some boxers under my bathrobe but felt tired. I lay on the bed. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out. ....... I awoke a couple of hours later, lying in bed, listening to the silence. "Evan, get up and do something to get yourself back on the road," that interior voice prodded. I arose, went to the bathroom to grab the wet towels, and moved to the laundry room where I started a load of towels in the washer. I walked around the house on my crutches. Five circuits through all the rooms left me bored. So I decided to dress so that I could use the sidewalks outside. After donning a tee shirt and cut-offs, and a tennis shoe on my right foot and slowly, carefully negotiating the challenge of the steps, I made five circuits around the block when my muscles warned me that I'd better cool it for now. When I reached the steps up to the front porch, I was suddenly stopped. I could get down those steps with care, but I wasn't at all certain about going up the steps on crutches. I was not going to risk more injuries so that I had to return to the hospital. No way! Checking to see that no one was watching, I sat down on the lowest step and lifted my rear to the step above, blushing all the while. I felt like a little toddler.

Once inside, I raided the refrigerator again for a sandwich. Even before I finished lunch, my head was drooping. I managed to get the dishes to the sink and headed for the bedroom. I flopped down on the bed and immediately slept. .......... My eyes popped open when I felt warm, moist lips touching mine. I found myself looking into Tim's brown eyes. "Hey, my kiss draws him forth from the Land of Morpheus. Must mean I'm Prince Charming."

I looked at him mischievously. "Sex with me is turning you into a poet. Listen to those honeyed words coming out of your mouth. Halsey cum is an elixir. Probably make your dick grow, too--by the by, I have yet to see that instrument. Is it noble? Worthy of my ass?"

"It's the saber that's going to conquer you!" He leaned down and kissed me again, urgency infusing his lips. I reached up, massaging his neck with one hand and his shoulder with the other.

"Hey, Lazy. You escaped another day of labor," he taunted, grinning. "How was your night with Troy as your babysitter?" he leered.

"Take a flying leap," I retorted.

"Now if you'd change that fourth word to something referring to an intimate joining, you'd sooner find out about my noble saber. But you'll have to wait. I have a meeting at school. Thought I'd have a bite to eat with you before I have to rush off and your 'student sitter' arrives for the night, Lil Evan." He stood, sliding his arms under my back and ass and lifting me up against his hard chest. He carried me out to the kitchen and set me in a chair. I was getting to like being held in a man's arms that way.

Tim rummaged around in the refrigerator. "Hey, this sounds good. Curried Chicken Rice soup. How about a bowl of that and some of this bread," he said, reaching for a loaf of some kind of special bread that had been left.

"Great."

As the soup warmed, he placed soup bowls and bread plates in front of us. He sliced the bread, placing a piece on each plate. He stirred the soup a bit, then found silverware and napkins. He was humming! Maybe he was happy, felt comfortable here, felt comfortable with me?

He found a dipper and filled our soup bowls. He found a bottle of pinot grigio in the door of the refrigerator, so he filled a wine glass for each of us. As he worked, I was imagining my hands running over those broad shoulders, licking and sucking on his nipples, running my hands over those LONG, hairy legs, making love to his substantial cock and that shapely ass. But what was really turning me on was that voice, hinting every fifth word at his Carolinas background. It was so cute, so sexy. About every sixth sentence was challenging me to in some way, sparring, teasing, taunting.

He had set his place just around the corner of the table on my right. I placed my napkin in my lap, waiting for him to sit down before I picked up my soupspoon. As I dipped it in my soup, he placed his hand gently around my wrist. Then he slowly pulled my spoon to his mouth, leading me to feed him, his brown eyes twinkling. After he had emptied the spoon, he repeated the action with his spoon, feeding me. We continued in that fashion, speaking to each other with our eyes and smiles. No words were necessary. I placed my wine glass on his lips for him to sip. As he did so, I used my other hand to caress his cheek, feeling his whiskers scrape my hand erotically. My dick jumped in my cut-offs. He repeated the gesture for me.

Just feeding each other wasn't going to be enough. So when I lifted my spoon to his lips, I ran my fingers gently through the hair on the side of his head. Then I raised my hand to my nostrils. He smelled so damned good. More bone in my dick. He smiled. After he fed me, he caressed my ear lobe, gently tugging on it. With my next spoon, I ran the foot on my good leg over his and up under his pant leg, feeling the hair there. After his spoon, he leaned forward, closed his teeth over my bottom lip, ever so gently tugging on it. With the next spoon, I ran my hand up his long thigh, using my thumb to caress his hard cock. We continued to build the repertoire of caresses while we fed each other until we were gently massaging the other's dick. The soup was hot, delicious, but our feeding each other was hotter. Our breathing had quickened. Symbolism of what awaited us down the road?

When we finished, we still hadn't spoken a word. He carried the dishes to the sink, rinsing them and placing them in the dishwasher. Then he returned, picking me up and carrying me into the sunroom where he sat down on the sofa, holding me in his arms. He kissed me again, but it was so gentle, so warm, so caring that I sighed aloud when he broke the kiss. "I like this, Evan. Nothing this good has happened to me for a long time, maybe ever."

"You stole the words right out of my mouth."

"I'm going to have to leave in a little bit."

I gently slid out of his lap down between his legs. I had to do it carefully, and my leg in the splint let me know I wasn't going to get by long in that position. I unbuckled his belt, unfastened his pants, and pulled them with his briefs down his hairy legs after he lifted his ass up. His dick was hardening. "Evan, maybe you aren't ready for this."

"You wanna bet? You're just afraid little Evan Halsey has so much power over you that he can reduce you to a whimpering mass of pleasure." The sparkle in his eyes intensified. The Wolf was back.

Without replying, I unbuttoned his shirt, pushing aside the flaps. I pushed up his undershirt, attacking his hairy belly button. One hand went up to tickle his nipple while the other clasped his 8 1/2-inch dick. He was gloriously hung, his crotch a forest of dark hair, just as I'd fantasized. The spicy, sweaty smell reminded me of his lewd gesture of coating the edges of my nostrils with his smell that wonderful evening in the hospital. Using a finger and repeating the gesture, I anointed him and then me with his smell. Then I started laving his dick and hairy balls with my spit. He was getting off on it because his ass was wiggling nonstop. He placed his hands on my shoulders and kissed me on the top of the head.

I pulled off his cock and licked his balls, catching the skin of his ball sack between my teeth and gently pulling it out. I slid my finger along his perineum and up against his hole, which I gently ringed with my finger. He squeezed his hands hard on my shoulders while moaning.

"Mark my word: in your meeting tonight," I stated coyly, "the first time you think back on this, you're gonna bone up. Try as hard as you can, you won't be able to get rid of your hard-on. No talisman from the craftiest witch will allow your cock to deflate on this occasion." He giggled. He didn't believe me. He'd find out. "You better hope they give handouts at the meeting so that you can cover up." Wolfish grin as a reply.

I moved to his legs, initiating a series of different foreplay gestures, giving this long, hairy thighs a tongue bath while working his balls or gently jerking his cock. At the same time, I slid my finger back to tickle his hole. Then I started licking his cock.

As I was sliding my tongue up and down Tim's dick, my fingers teased his balls gently. He was watching me through half-closed eyes. "Why am I doing this to you?" I asked.

"You're sex-starved." I leaned over and bit him-not gently-on the thigh.

"Ouch!"

"Wrong answer. Try again."

"I'm hot. I fulfill your deepest fantasies and needs."

I squeezed his balls hard. He grunted. "Still haven't got it right. Do better this time."

"You're making a pathetic attempt to beat what I did to you in your hospital room."

I squeezed his balls again and kept squeezing. He moaned. "I think you've got a kink in your make-up. You love pain. One more time."

"I'm special to you. You not only want me to know it, you want me to feel it. Maybe you'll even love me." What looked like tears glistened along the bottoms of his eyes, their presence due not to pain, I was certain. They promised many hours of sharing and discovery.

I moved my head back to his cock, moving it into my throat until my nose was buried in his pubes. At the same time, I slid my finger into his hole, bumping and pummeling his prostate. A loud groan burst forth and his body arched so powerfully that it nearly threw me to the floor as his cum shot down my throat. I moved back so that I captured some in my mouth. When he had finished shooting, I grabbed his arm, pulling him down to me. I kissed him, using my tongue to push his cum into his mouth. He kissed me hard in thanks, his tongue meeting mine. We were still feeding each other. When we broke the kiss, he smacked his lips. "Ah, Cum Curry. I hope it's a staple on the menu at Chez Halsey."

"I can cook only when I have a fire," I said. "Cum Curry requires a HOT fire!"

He placed his hand over my dick to see if it was hard. It was. "Next time it'll be so hot you'll burn yourself. Oh, Evan. I want your ass. But I have to go. Keep that little ass on standby for me.

Amazing! A year ago, nobody wanted my ass. Now at least four men had communicated to me in some fashion that my ass was desirable.

I started to move away from him, but the leg in the splint suddenly cramped. "Oh-h-h-h-h-h! Cramp!" I exclaimed. He pulled me up on him, managing to stand up with me against his body. Then lay me on the sofa. "Where's the cramp?" I showed him. Since he could reach it only with his fingers, he massaged the spot slowly.

It was a humorous but hot sight--Tim leaning over me, exposed from nipples to ankles, his cock barely deflated, his cute muscular ass thrust back and the muscles in those hairy legs flexed. After a minute, the pain in my leg subsided. "I wish I had a picture of your hot, bare bod now." He grumbled about my nympho tendencies. "You hope," I shot back. Try as he might, he could not stifle a wolfish grin.

Finally, he stood, dressing again but studying me intently all the while. It had been a curiously silent visit. Were we becoming so comfortable with each other that we didn't need a lot of words? Since I didn't have my crutches in the sunroom, he carried me back to the bedroom, placing me on my bed. He leaned down and kissed me long, hard, passionately, gripping my hard cock through my cut-offs.

"Next time," he stated, "your ass is mine. Oh, by the way, I think Kenny Walters is your sitter tonight." I blocked a reaction. He turned and left the bedroom. I heard the front door close behind him. I was sleepy again. You'd think I was a newborn, given the frequent naps I took. Dr. Sorenson had been correct about my low energy level. .......... I awoke with a start. They were standing at the foot of the bed, one tall, one shorter, cut-off ski masks obscuring the top half of their faces. We studied each other in silence. The shorter one walked over to the side of the bed, knelt down, pulled off his ski mask, took my right hand in both his, and said earnestly, "We didn't do it. You didn't think we pushed you, did you?" His eyes were so serious. I looked at the tall one, who removed his mask as well.

"He's worried constantly that you thought we hurt you."

I turned to Kenny, placing my palm against his left cheek. "Rest your heart, Little One; everything I have experienced with the Pride has been affirming. You both have shown me genuine love and concern. I never for a moment entertained a thought that you had pushed me down the stairs. The two extremes of behavior can't coexist in healthy people." I pulled his head down, kissing his warm lips.

He grabbed me, squeezing me as he fell on my ribs. The pain made me shout, my field of vision filling with red. Kenny leapt back, fear on his face. "I'm sorry, Mr. Halsey. I'm so sorry. What can I do?"

"Pain pills by kitchen sink, water," I gasped.

Robert moved quickly to the other side of the bed, pulled off his shoes, shrugged off his jacket, and then crawled over to lie on his side, taking my hand. Kenny dropped the pills in my hand and held the glass for me to drink.

Robert placed his left hand flat over my heart. "Better?" I shook my head yes. "I've been just as eager as Little One to visit you, to see how you are." He smiled mischievously: "A lion cub with raccoon eyes. What an unusual pride you make us." We all grinned. "Let's check him out, Little One."

They pulled down the blanket and the sheet. "Sit up," Kenny said. They grabbed my tee shirt from each side, pulling it over my head. "Lie down," Kenny directed, lightly running his fingertips over the bruises on my ribs. "Are any broken?" he asked.

"A few are fractured," I replied.

"Your legs are so bruised," said Kenny, his brows wrinkled. "I'm sorry I hurt you."

"Little One, I hope you're not going to spend the evening apologizing."

"No . . . . I'm going to use an ancient method of healing. I'm going to kiss it well." He started kissing my ribs on his side of the bed. During each kiss, he slid his tongue through his lips to bathe that area of my ribs, then sucking lightly.

"Wonderful, Little One," Robert observed when he saw what Kenny was doing. He leaned over from his side, imitating Kenny's behavior. As though of one mind, they kissed, licked, and sucked my ribs. Man! This was tickling, turning me on. They really cared. I didn't know what it was doing for my ribs, but it was certainly healing my spirit. I trusted them completely, I was extending my spirit to them, letting them in.

Kenny quickly moved up and bit my right nipple, eliciting a moan from me. Then he gently kissed me on the lips. When he rose up, Robert kissed me on the mouth and then shot down to the nipple on his side, biting it, drawing another moan from me. As though on cue, each grabbed a leg of my cut-offs and boxers and pulled them down, with Robert having to work a little harder to move them down over the splint.

Robert rose up: "The Pride heals its own, gathers energy from its individual members and shares it with its injured brother. It is one of the powers of the brotherhood, as old as humans. Works for sisters too. When the Power of Brotherhood and Sisterhood is gathered and shared, it becomes the Power of the Tribe. It's awesome on any level."

While Robert and Kenny removed their clothing, I continued as though we were Masons reciting time-honored text bound to ritual. Or a shaman, whose story IS the ritual and medicine as he heals or provides another the means for self-healing. "Ever since Descartes' cogito--'I think; therefore, I am,' we have begun focusing in our minds on the self, separating, moving apart, fragmenting--for centuries. The verb 'isolate' has been around for long time, but the noun 'isolate' has to be a modern phenomenon. Look at the old Evan Halsey--a lone wolf, never joining, never sharing, reducing interaction, turning his classroom and home into a den for one." My head suddenly shook. "Hey, philosophy in the midst of sex. Sorry."

"Not sorry," Robert interjected with some vigor. "This is how the Pride reacquaints itself with its ancient past and identity. We have to recall and then revive the ancient strength. For those of us who love our own gender, it is crucial. Recite more."

By this time, Robert had grabbed the lube, smoothed it over my cock and balls, and anointed his hole. I couldn't believe what was about to happen. Robert was going to impale himself on my dick. Kenny, lightly tweaking my nipples, was grinning in anticipation.

"You are saying, Mighty Lion, that as a Pride, our moral imperative is to share our energy. As we absorb the energy of the cosmos as individuals, we are obliged to use it in extending, developing, growing, integrating, supporting, and healing. When we share our energy, we increase the power itself so that the results are greater. We grow into the promises of the universe."

Robert continued, "In sharing energy, especially in making love, some degree of domination and surrender is necessary. The one who chooses to share his energy naturally assumes a dominant position. Surrender comes naturally with the decision to accept the energy another wishes to share.

During that commentary, Robert knelt over me. Without any prompting, Kenny held my cock steady while Robert began to lower himself on it. His face betrayed no change. I tried to do the same, with less success. Watching this beautiful leader, wise beyond his years, would blow any mere mortal's composure. But his ass was HOT, literally and figuratively--and tight! My eyes closed in pleasure. Half way down, Robert was using his ass muscles to grip my cock, sending waves of pleasure through me. I opened my eyes, watching Robert and Kenny kiss. I flexed my cock. Robert now jerked and moaned slightly.

Then Robert broke the kiss. Speaking to Kenny, "Little One, you will make the flow of energy complete. Kneel over our injured brother. You will suck on my cock while he sucks on yours. The circle, the ancient symbol of perfect motion, will be complete as his energy flows into me, mine into you, and yours into him. We shall dominate and surrender simultaneously, the most intense union, the most cosmic moment."

As Kenny moved over me, he was grinning in anticipation. His stout cock was suddenly above my face, wagging away. He immediately began licking my dick, which, after my making love to Tim, was starved for attention. Sensing that raising my head too high to suck on his cock would be a problem, Kenny lowered his body. I immediately deep- throated him, earning a little squeal. Using only my fingertips, I ran my hands slowly up the front of his thighs, around the sides of his hips, up into his crack , up his back, where I met Robert's hands, resting on Kenny's back. I kept moving my fingertips up HIS arms as far as I could reach, then back down, ending at Kenny's ass, where I replicated the pattern of the magic circle in smaller versions over his ass cheeks and into his crack. The pleasure made Kenny wiggle and whimper.

I could tell by changes in Robert's movement that, whereas he had my hard dick hitting his prostate every fourth thrust back down on my cock, now it was every second thrust. I had been trying to surprise him with thrusts of my own, but my leg and ribs weren't allowing me unfettered motion.

I let Kenny's dick slide from my mouth momentarily as I stuck two of my fingers in my mouth, coating them with spit. Then I returned to sucking Kenny's dick. At the same time, I slid one finger in his hole. A slow moan rolled from his mouth, still tight around Robert's cock. I started increasing the suck I was putting on Kenny's cock, so that he wasn't just feeling it on the outside; he was feeling the pull inside his cock too. Robert began quivering, telling me that Kenny was replicating my sucking on Robert. I slid the fingertips on my other hand up Robert's right leg, concentrating on his inner thigh. Since he was thrusting on my cock, this caress accented his vulnerability, his surrender to my domination at that moment.

I shot two fingers up Kenny's ass, using my thumb to tickle his perineum. That little ass was moving like a Labrador shaking off water. I could feel an orgasm rising from my legs up into my ass and cock. Suddenly we were all there. Robert bore down on my dick, making small circles in my crotch hair with his ass, making certain that my hard cock was rubbing his prostate. . Kenny's cock throbbed strongly and rapidly more times than I could count as I felt his cum shooting out into my throat. Kenny deep- throated Robert. Man! We were shooting at the same time.

Gradually, we all stopped moving. I used my tongue to squeeze out the last of Kenny's come. Robert slowly rose off my dick. Kenny sat up, then straightened out along one side of me. Robert flopped down on the other side of me. We slowly stopped gasping, regaining our breath.

"I felt it," Kenny said. "The flow of energy. I don't mean just cumming. I'm not just talking about a three-way. It was something more."

"I know, Little One," Robert replied. "I noticed the difference too. I can't explain it, but it was there."

"Even after all that exertion, I feel refreshed," I admitted.

"It was the Power of the Pride then?" Kenny asked.

"Yes," replied Robert.

I added, "Making love, sharing each other's energy in such an intense way, boosts the power. It likely is always there in genuine love-making, but we may not tip to its operation because we are not open to it. However, we made such intense magic this evening that we had to acknowledge it, for each of us felt it. We are so attuned to each other. We are the stronger for it."

"I think I know what the expression 'moral imperative' means, Mr. Halsey, but could you describe what you meant when you spoke about that?" asked Kenny.

I allowed for a few moments to collect my thoughts. "It's all about cosmic energy, its use or nonuse. When we send energy in one direction or withhold it, we are responsible for the results. Our choice to share or withhold is a decision, and that is where the moral dimension enters. Moral imperatives are supposed to guide decision-making. In a universe whose dynamics were established before humans entered the picture, life, growth, development, integration, sharing, cooperating were and are the primal states, the priority behaviors that hold us in the universe. Supporting them is moral. Working against them is immoral. As living beings in the cosmos, we are obliged--if we are good--to support those primal states. The obligation is the imperative-we MUST meet the obligation for the welfare of all."

Robert added to the commentary: "Besides sharing energy, we become givers and receivers. Domination/surrender--two sides of the same coin. The Primal Ritual." He grinned. "But it doesn't mean that one always has to be dominant as my ass is reminding me now after Evan's monster has visited it."

As we chuckled over Robert's remark, Robert and Kenny curled up against me. We were like cubs nestling together, about to be visited by Morpheus.

(To be continued.)