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The following is a pure work of fiction and is the property of the author.
If you are looking to get off quick, read something else. This story is presented in serial form and you'll read a lot of background, before you get any mindblowing sex scenes.
If you are bothered by same sex relationships, read no farther. This is a story about the interaction of males with each other in a fanciful setting. It's a story with some sex, not sex with some story.
Thanks to those who are encouraging me to continue with the presentation of this series. I have not acknowledged e-mails, instead using my time to write.
I do appreciate hearing from you. Hope that you continue to enjoy. LJB
To Fulfill a Prophesy
Section 15
Dean - Friday afternoon
After checking on the boys that Wednesday night, I went into my suite and changed into my pajamas, robe and slippers. Heading over to the bar, I glanced at my desk, which was covered with papers and piled with reports. I thought about the many hours I had spent, working in this room, over the past three years. Ted and I had perfectly good offices, downstairs on the first floor, but the desks in our rooms were always piled high. I thought again about the number of times Ted had come into my room, late at night and insisted, that I stop working and go to bed. There had been many times when he even took me into the bedroom and undressing me, tucked me into bed, to make sure I made it that far. It also wasn't beyond him to return later, to make sure I hadn't gotten up again.
Well, my turn tonight. I looked in my bar's cooler and took out a small bottle of wine. He would have glasses, so I tucked it under my arm and went through the "secret door", as the boys had named it, joining our suites. There he was, working at his desk, so busy that he didn't even hear me come in. Rather than startle him by speaking unexpectedly, I just walked past him, over to his bar and found the wine glasses that I had been sure would be there. He heard me rummaging around and looked up from his work.
"I should tell you now, that there are several files on my desk, that I am sending on to your office." he told me. I asked him why.
"The past three years, you would not initiate any staffing changes in the company. Our therapist said it was your way of pretending that nothing had happened, by trying to keep everything the same. It became quite a problem, with people retiring and promotions needing to be made, transfers and people leaving. We also had some instances of theft, embezzlement and misconduct at various levels, that had to be dealt with."
"What did you do ?" I asked.
"The Director of Human Resources made detailed recommendations, that I reviewed thoroughly, about all proposed staff changes or additions. When I agreed with his recommendations, which to his credit I must say, was almost always, I completed the necessary paperwork. I've kept a listing of all these matters and have sent it on to you. It would be best if you did not look too closely at your signature on some of the personnel files."
"I'll make a point of not doing so." I assured him. "You know, that I approve of anything you do anyway." We stood and looked at each other for a few moments. "You know that I want to free up most of my time, to be away from the office, so I will have more time with the boys and I have thought of the perfect way to do it. Want to hear ?"
"Sure." he replied.
"I figured that as Owner and Chairman of the Board, I could give up my position as Chief Executive Officer. That would still leave me in control, but would cut back on my day-to-day commitments."
"That sounds great. Who would you promote to be C.E.O.. I assume it would be someone in the company rather than bringing in someone new at that level." he said.
"Oh yes, I want to stay in-house. I thought it would be you." I told him. "You've been doing the job for three years already. Why not have the office and salary as well."
"Dean, I really appreciate you asking, but you know I won't do that." he told me. "The company is stable enough that you have several potential candidates who would do a more than adequate job for you. Besides, you know where I belong and the boys are going to need much of my time as well." He was right, I had already known he would not take my offer. The discussion was over. I had known before I even started, what the end result would be and on most levels, I was glad. Ted had spent almost a quarter of his life looking after me and I knew he would do nothing, that would prevent him from continuing to be at my side. I was so thankful for that.
"I've come to seduce you into making love with me." I said to him. "As the first step, have some wine." I handed him a glass and poured wine into it. "Second step, come and sit with me, so that I can tempt you into your bed." He had looked up at me and smiled. God, he had a `killer' smile. He was so very handsome and sexy, that at times I could hardly contain my lust. He got up from the desk, without any resistance and we went and sat in the lounge area.
"If I do end up having my way with you," he asked, "will you still respect my in the morning ?" This time it was my turn to smile. This was not Ted's usual style with me, when I had baited him sexually. He previously made it clear, right up front, that my efforts were not going to lead anywhere, except back to my own bed, without him. I felt encouraged by the responses I had received thus far.
"I will not only respect you, I will still be totally in love with you and wanting you constantly." I assured him with all the sincerity I could muster.
"We have some things to discuss." he told me. "We have two young boys across the hall. Hopefully, we will have another one joining us very soon and two more whenever fate decrees. The two across the hall are going to get up very early in the morning and are going to demand to join me, or us, in my bed, to play and get their hugs and cuddles. If you are in my bed, how are we going to explain it ? If we are naked, how are they going to deal with that ? What about this weekend when your son is with us ? Are we going to be sleeping together ? What about the boys then ?" The questions he posed were valid and needed to be considered before we could just blindly give in to our desires.
"Let's look at this from the view of each boy." I suggested, not quite certain in my own mind where it would lead. "Davey, has just turned 14. By the way not to change the subject, but I want to talk to you soon about a belated birthday party for him. He's decided that he is gay, has been in foster homes and on the streets, and he is actively promoting our being together. I don't think anything we do is going to either be a surprise, or leave a negative impression on him. We then have Jamie, my son, who is going to turn 13 in two weeks. He has known about the gay side of my life, most of his life, thanks to his mother. You know best where he is sexually right now, because I asked you not to tell me."
"Jamie is in an experimental stage with others and seems quite enthusiastic about what he has discovered so far. I fear to venture a guess what he will learn, if he and Davey become close, but only time will tell about that. Are you concerned about Davey influencing him ?
"No, I'm not. Davey has a level head on his shoulders and he's a thoughtful person, in spite of all the shit that he's gone through. As his Guardian, I had him tested in the hospital and remarkably, he's healthy, which I think, given his past situations, speaks volumes about his intuition and ability to make good choices. Jamie knows you as his Uncle and my best friend and I don't think he'll see anything odd about us sleeping in the same bed, even knowing what he already does. Denny is something else. He is very sensitive and impressionable, because of what has happened to him. I don't think that our sleeping together will have much meaning to him, nor do I think our being nude will bother him again. But for the next while, I think we should wear bottoms, pjs or underwear, while he is around while we are in bed, just to avoid any little problems that might pop up. Or in your case, any big problem."
"Flattery may just get you fucked, handsome." Ted joked. "I think you're right about the boys, but we will have to be alert to their reactions and feelings.
Having agreed on how to handle the boys, it seemed to be understood that I was staying the night. I was pleased, no make that thrilled and to be truthful, more than just slightly excited. We sipped our wine as we sat together on the couch enjoying just being with each other. As much as we were together, it was not often that we took time just for ourselves. There was always someone coming, or a meeting to prepare for or get to, or something else to be taken care of. I believe what we had been missing, in large part due to my obsession, is generally termed quality time'. I made a mental note, now that we were going to accept our relationship as more than friends, we needed to make sure that quality time' was available, not only for the boys, but also for us, as a couple.
"I don't know if you really know how much I love you." Ted said. This declaration caught me totally by surprise, not because I doubted his love for me, but because he had never before openly told me. Ted put one of his strong arms around my shoulder as he moved closer to me. He leaned close and kissed around my ear gently. These kisses became a nibble on my lobe and his tongue tip traced lightly around the edge of my ear. The thrill that ran through my body was exciting. I already had a hardon and I'm sure it was now starting to leak.
"Ted." I said softly. "I really don't want to detract from the wonderful mood which we are sharing at this moment, but I have a question that I need to ask you. In all the years we have been living so closely together, you have never shared with me anything about your life before you came here. I don't want a history, but I really need to know if you have ever had any long term relationships ? Has anyone else been special to you ?"
"I consider it a fair question. You are looking for and expecting me to share a lifetime with you and at our age it's only right that you should know, if I have any experience at making a lasting intimate relationship work and if I've had any prior commitments. Before I came here, I had a six year relationship with a man who I believed would be my life partner. Our relationship ended when he died in an auto accident. I didn't think I would ever find anyone again, who I loved as much as Davis, until I realized how much you meant to me. After Davis died, I put my life into my job, for a couple years, which is how I recognized what you were doing after your parent's death. I'm a lucky man, because I have known total love and commitment twice in my life. I still have love for Davis, but he is dead and I love you with all my heart."
"Thank you, for sharing with me, Ted. As you know, my marriage was not one of love, nor any of my short relationships. You are my first and only love, but it's lasted over ten years and will be my life time commitment. Ted leaned in again and we started to kiss. Starting out with gentle, hesitant pecks, we built through exploratory probing to deep, passionate, stimulating, tooth loosening kisses. After fifteen or twenty minutes Ted stood up and taking my hand, told me that it was time to go to bed.