teen2b slow)(18/56)
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
It's done. The total number of sections is 56.
To Fulfill a Prophesy
Section 18
Ted - Thursday afternoon
"Gentlemen, this is a family meeting, not business." I addressed the five other senior males of our collective family. "Before I start, I would like to say that this would be much easier for me to discuss and for you to listen to, if we had lived together for a year or more. We haven't that luxury, but one of our boys has a situation that needs our collective wisdom now, so we can't wait that long." I looked around at each face and found that I had their undivided attention.
"I'm going to tell you the story of a boy, I'm going to tell you a prophecy that involves the boy and then I'm going to tell you the substance of a conversation we had this morning. I've already shared that conversation with Dean and he agreed with me that it was necessary for all of us to be aware of what was happening." I then related the information that I had outlined to them. Each of them had known parts of the story, but I could see that each one was moved and concerned by the full details.
"The situation now requires family intervention." Dean said. "Ted is a principal in this matter and therefore should not be proceeding alone. He is requesting input from the adult family members that will assist one of our juveniles. Your abilities to analyze problems from all angles are one of the assets of the family structure. We are now asking for your recommendations to try and resolve this problem."
"I know that Ted has offered to be his right hand if necessary, but I think that will harm their parenting relationship and leave Ted more as his equal, than his parent." Dale suggested. "That might be all right with another kid, but Davey needs a parent, not another equal."
"We're not his parents." Jason suggested. "We could help him out in a brotherly way and still be able to deal with him on an equal level."
"That's not the answer. I am." Anson stated. "I'm a single, unattached, uncommitted individual. He isn't old enough to distinguish his place and role as the third party in a couple, like I am. He mustn't relate to his parent, or that parent's lover, on a sexual basis and still be the kid that he needs to be. Ted was right about the perception of importing studs of his age range for conquest. It would give a totally wrong message about not only sexual interaction, but about power. I'm only 7 years older than he is. That won't seem very significant when he's 29 and I'm 36. He likely knows more about sex acts than I do, but I'm up to speed for as far as he has voiced his limit. I might even learn something. Technically, I'm as much of a virgin as he is. He's more like a younger brother to me, than part of my job and I think, he may look to me as a big brother. At the very least, we are friends now and I expect we will still be friends later. I might even be able to help him experience some feelings of love and caring related to sex as I, myself, have been so very well shown." He glanced over at Dale and Jason and smiled. "Let's face it, this has to be one of the reasons I'm here."
"This group was not called together to seek out a volunteer." I told them all..
"I realize that and I am not volunteering." Anson replied. "I truly do not feel in any way coerced or pressured, I really do have feelings toward him. For this particular problem, I just happen to be the proper solution. Please, let's just drop this discussion and let things happen as they may. Now that we all are aware that one of our boys is having a problem, I am sure we will all do what we can to make the situation better." I noted the `our boys' and realized that at least one member of my team was definitely growing in the direction that I had hoped.
"Your thoughts, Mr. Chen." I asked . "Davey is a very special and unique individual." Chen observed. "I can sense the bond of which Anson speaks. Davey's potential will only be achieved by the intervention and support of this team and in this instance I believe that Anson is correct. He is the correct catalyst."
Jason - Thursday afternoon
When the alarm went off at 6:30 a.m., I truly felt like I had only just gone to sleep. I reached over and pressed the button and the alarm kept ringing. I pressed it again and the alarm kept ringing.
"Dale," I called out, "that has to be your alarm."
"Well then Anson will have to turn it off." he replied. "'Cause I'm laying here in the middle."
"How do you turn it off ?" Anson asked. Just then, the alarm stopped ringing. "Oh, never mind."
Before I had closed my eyes again, the alarm went off. This time when I slapped the button, it stopped.
"I gotta go up and find some clean clothes in my room." Anson said. With that he sat up on the edge of the bed. He looked down at his stomach and crotch and realized that both were caked with dried cum. It had to be from either Jason's third, or Dale's fourth load. God, I remembered now that Dale had shot the fourth load just like it was the first. The first rope had arched about two feet in the air and splattered down on Dale's chin and chest. The second and third had hit Anson. Yeah, that's what part of his mess was. And the fourth had jumped about 6 inches and splattered into Dale's tuft of pubic hair.
"Hey, stud." Dale said to him. "Shower here with us and then we'll go up with you, so we can all go to breakfast together." Dale then gave me a nudge. "Come on, sweetie. If you don't move that ass out of here, I'm going to have to jump it and nail it to the bed permanently."
"IF you're trying to convince me to stay in bed all day, I think you just found the right bait." I told him as I raised my head and looked around at him. I saw Anson headed for the shower, so I swung my legs over the side of the bed and followed him. Dale was right behind me.
The water was great and there was lots of room for the three of us. By the time we left the shower, we were all squeaky clean, well inspected and each of us had dropped another load. Anson had taken to oral sex, like a babe to the nipple. He was a natural talent and he could now almost take Dale all the way into his throat. It had taken me over a month, before I had been able to do that. Anson's lesson last night had included Dale eating my ass, before he made love to me and afterward Anson demonstrated on Dale what he had learned, while I gave him a sample of what he was doing to my man. I never thought I would be okay about sharing Dale with any man, but there was something about Anson. He was our student and we had taught him from the beginning, so it wasn't really like sharing and I think Dale felt the same way. We all had fun and we really enjoyed so many things about him.
Dale and I dressed and Anson just pulled on the slacks he had been wearing last night. He wrapped a towel around his shoulders and followed us closely as we walked down the hall and up the staircase. There was an unspoken understanding among us that there was nothing wrong with what we were doing, but we would prefer if Mr. Chen didn't spot us. As we reached the top of the stairs, we heard it.
"Good morning, gentlemen." No one had to look to know. We turned around and Mr. Chen was standing on the landing behind us. His face was as blank and as devoid of any reaction as ever, but you just knew he was laughing behind that staid exterior.
"Good morning, Mr. Chen." we all said in unison and made polite bows. He then turned and proceeded down the stairs as if nothing at all out of the ordinary had happened.
"I just know that he thinks I'm the biggest idiot who ever lived." Anson said, more to himself than to either of us. He shook his head slowly from side to side as we all turned back and proceeded down the hall. When we reached the doorways to Ted and the boy's rooms the doors were standing wide open. Dale and I glanced at each other and immediately, we were alert that something could be wrong. Dale stepped into the boy's room and after a moment signaled me that it was empty. We drew our guns and Anson fished his out of the pile of clothes he had been carrying. I stepped into Ted's suite and determined quickly that the outer room was vacant. My companions moved inside with me. We moved carefully over to the bedroom door and I again entered slowly. I could hear the shower running and walked cautiously to the bathroom door. There were four piles of pajamas on the floor outside the door. I listened quietly and heard the two boys chattering and the voices of Ted and Dean answering them. Signaling the others that all was clear, we relaxed and headed back out toward Anson's room.
"Think the bosses finally settled in ?", I asked.
"I doubt if the boys brought over the lube that I saw on the bed side table." Dale replied. "I think a long, dry spell has reached an end."
"I'm really glad." Anson said. "They are both really nice people and I think they can make each other happy." We rounded the corner and reached Anson's door. He stood there in front of it for a minute without moving. He then slowly turned and looked at Dale and me without saying anything. We just stared back at him and then started to shake our heads.
"Gottcha !" he laughed. "I'm really not quite as thick as everyone around he seems to think." He laughed, punched in his code and the door opened. Dale and I had to laugh. This young guy was really starting to show us some personality and we liked what we were seeing.
Breakfast was great. They have quite the facility here. Four meals a day are served here and there are always light snacks available at any time. Hot, home made soup is always in a pot and some staff tell me that in the winter and colder weather there are always hot meals available. There is no cost to the staff for meals, it is supplied as a part of their benefits. We've been here four days now and we are slowly starting to discover some of the great things about this place and the people here.
After breakfast, Ted gives us an outline of the day's activities, most of which we had read about on the daily schedule in the Observation Room. Daily activities for Dean and the boys are listed as far ahead as possible and Ted indicates which he will participate in. Mr. Chen also notes what he will attend and from that we schedule where we need to be. Dean has taken charge of scheduling and Anson and I are happy to have him do so. There is no recognized ranking among the three of us, but we have all accepted that Dale is our leader and Anson seems to follow my lead when it's just the two of us. There is no question that when Ted is present, he is in charge. He is just that type of personality and we all have a very high respect for his abilities. We haven't really discussed it, but I think we would all follow instructions from Mr. Chen without question. He is almost as much a mystery as the day we arrive, but he exerts an influence that demands respect and you just sense his authority and stature. Even Dale recognizes it and it takes a lot to impress him.
We are ready to go with Davey to the Games Room, but he makes a point of asking Ted if he can talk with him. I had noticed that Davey was very quiet this morning during breakfast, as if he was worried or thinking about something. I hope he is okay. It's strange how attached I have grown to him in such a short amount of time. Four days ago he was an unknown, injured boy laying on the floor of the parking garage. And now he has become a central part of our lives. Something makes me feel drawn to him and I almost feel a need to protect him, beyond it being part of the job. Dale said something to me yesterday that made me think he felt the same way. Ted arranged to see Davey shortly, so Anson and I went with Davey to the Games Room to fill in some time until Dale and Denny were done with the barber.
"Do you want to play a game, Davey ?" Anson asked. "There are still a lot of them here that we haven't tried yet."
"Thanks, Anson," Davey answered, "but I'm really not in the mood right now to concentrate. Why don't we just watch some TV, or put on a video. Something that doesn't take a lot of thought."
"Sure Davey," Anson answered, "that will be fine. Davey, you don't seem very happy today. Is there something I can do to help ?" Davey gave him a big smile.
"Thanks, Anson." Davey answered. "It's really nice of you to offer, but I think I have to talk to my Dad before I can resolve the problems I'm having. I appreciate you thinking of me though." Davey paused and Anson kept looking at him.
"You know Davey, if there is something that I can help you with, you only need to say so and I will do whatever I can. I don't really think of you as Ted's son. I think of you more as the younger brother I never had and always wanted. I don't know when, but it has just become that way. Even back when you were first injured I wanted to help you more, but Dean and Ted had everything managed so well, there was really nothing more I could do."
"I understand that you helped me out with keeping your former partner from trying to pay me a visit. I heard Ted and Dean talking, when they thought I was sleeping. I appreciated your efforts then and I thank you" Davey told him.
"There's no need for thanks. I just want to be sure that you know I'm here for you. Like a big brother, I might not always pay you enough attention and I might even someday be mean and unfair to you, but heaven help them, if anyone else treats you that way. I'm quite sure that Dale and Jason feel like that too, but if I can help you, please tell me." Anson reached over and patted Davey on the shoulder, but Davey put his free arm around Anson's waist and gave him a hug. Anson hugged him back.
"Thanks." Davey told Anson. "I actually do feel a lot better now. How about a game of `Crazy 8's', but let me warn you, I'm deadly. They both laughed and we played a couple hands of the card game. He was deadly and won both games. I though about what Anson had said to Davey and found that my feelings were very similar to his. I remembered in the Emergency Room, standing outside the Treatment Room, it wasn't just the job. I had felt a determination, that no one was ever going to hurt this boy again. I think the Nursing Supervisor had been so hesitant about entering the room, because she sensed the determination that I held. It's really strange, because I didn't even really know him back then and the longer I have known him, the more resolute I have become to seeing him safe and happy. It isn't just that he is Ted's perspective son, he is our Davey and his welfare is very important to me, apparently to all of us.
Mr. Chen collected Davey and took him to Ted's office which was located in the business wing. It was great now that I was finally getting to know where things were and how to go from point A' to point B' without getting lost. That was just the inside of the `castle'. I had gone over some maps, but had not yet explored hardly any of the grounds of the estate. I understood that the lands were extensive. Dale and Denny arrived. Dale had a great big smile and Denny was wearing an open magazine over his head.
"He made me do it." Denny said accusingly. "He told Mr. Smythe what to do, so it's his fault. He wouldn't even let me get one of those `comb' cuts, like Davey and Dad." He had a real pout on and I assumed that Denny was talking about his hair cut.
"You mean `brush' cut and you're right, I wouldn't let you get one." Dale responded. "Besides, I thought you agreed to let Jason and Anson decide if your hair cut was good or not. Are you going back on our agreement ?" Denny glared at Dale for a moment and then shook his head.
"No, I agreed," he said, "but you tell them they have to be honest."
"All right, guys." Dale said to us. "Your the judges about Denny's hair cut and please don't joke, be very serious about your comments. He values your opinions and has left the decision up to you. Okay Denny, take the book off your head." Denny glared at Dale once more and then turned toward us. He got a pitiful look on his face and lowered the magazine from his head. Anson and I both took a serious look at his hair.
"Denny," Anson said, "I have to tell you, that's one of the greatest hair cuts I think I've ever seen." Denny's face looked a little less severe.
"I have to agree." I told him. "I think that it's really in style and everyone is going to thing it's `bad'." His face brightened a bit more, but he wasn't really sure that he could trust what we were saying. The truth is that his hair looked great. It was cut like someone had put a bowl on his head and trimmed around it. It had been thinned and evened out and looked like what always makes me think of the knight's squire wearing. It was perfectly suited to Denny's age and size and character. After the mop he had been wearing, it was quite a change.
Just at that crucial moment of decision, Davey came back with Mr. Chen. You could tell when he entered the room that his spirits had been lifted from talking with his Dad. He came in with a big smile and looked at Denny.
"Hey, Bro," he said, "'Rad' hair cut, you look great." It was obvious that the opinion that truly counted had been obtained. Denny's face lit up like a Christmas tree and his grin ran ear to ear.
"I agree." Mr. Chen added. "It is most `red'." Mr. Chen's buzzer went off and he turned and left. We all looked at each other and burst out laughing. Denny and Davey were looking at us as if they thought we were crazy.
"Thank you, Dale." Denny said. "You were right. Everybody thinks its really good and I should have trusted you. Will you go with me, when I get a hair cut from now on, please ?"
"Whenever I'm available, I'd be happy to take you, Denny." Dale told him. Denny came over and wrapped his arm around Dale and received a hug back. "Well, let's go guys. Everyone needs to run to their rooms and put on some jeans or old clothes. Anson will you please help the boys if they need it and we'll meet you all in their room in a few minutes." As we started off to our rooms, Mr. Chen appeared and motioned to Dale. Dale went over and Mr. Chen spoke to him. Dale nodded and we were all off to get changed.