teen2b slow)(22/56)
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
To Fulfill a Prophesy
Section 22
Digger Bailey - Friday morning
Having my residence in the Physical Education building had been a real bonus. Mine were the only rooms over on this part of the campus and after classes and practices for the various sporting activities, this area was deserted. One of my arrangements with the Head Master was that I would keep an eye on the facilities at night, over the weekends and on holidays, when I was remaining at the school. It had paid off for him, because I had not left the properties since late August, when classes began.
I thought when I arrived this would be a long, lonely assignment. When I met the other staff, I found most of them were stuffy, old educators, who taught at the institute for most of their numerous years. A few younger members of the staff were certainly worthy of consideration.. The top of the line' consisted of 2 teachers, a lab assistant, 2 grounds staff and the 19 year old kitchen helper. Some mates have termed me a cradle robber', but being 29 years old, I don't think my preference for young and fresh in their early 20s, is all that near the cradle. I also like them what know how to take an order or two, but basically if they'll stick it up in the air and wiggle it, I'll fuck it. Not too rough, just enough so we both know who's in charge.
I established early with Jamie's dorm supervisor I would split bed check with him. It gave me a chance to make sure Jamie was in bed, settled and safe, at least three or four nights a week. On weekends, the boys who were still in residence all slept in one building and I supervised at night, because I was often the only teaching staff still on the grounds. So having me there pleased the Head. He looked like a great guy, allowing his staff to have their weekends uninterrupted. No bother as far as I was concerned. I like the kids and as long as they don't burn the building down, or do any other damage I can't explain, I don't care if every rule isn't followed to the letter..
`Proctors' are used in the dorm buildings. These are senior students, who help the younger boys with the problems they have in adjusting to life in the dorm. They also monitor the rules and instruct the new kids in how to follow them. Proctors go to the dorm supervisor, a teacher, if there is a problem with a boy they can't handle and make weekly reports about the status of each boy in their dorm building. Each building usually houses thirty students of the same age grouping. On weekends, I usually don't have a Proctor left on campus, so I really don't have much experience with them. One weekend, near the end of October, I had six boys and one Proctor left in residence, so I left much of the evening supervision to the Proctor. I did bed check at the proper time and everyone was where they should have been. The Proctor, not having much experience with me either, didn't know I always go back one or two hours after bed check to have another walk through the building.
I have keys to the locked building ,so I let myself in. As I walked along the hall, I hear a voice coming from the first floor, main bathroom.
"That's it guy. Lick it all. Up and down. Now twirl your tongue around the head. Ooohhh, you're doin' just fine. You sure you've never done this before. Now let me slid it into your mouth."
Now I'm not one to interfere in other's business, but I also have a responsibility to make sure no one is being mistreated. I know the voice is that of the Proctor, but I haven't heard anything from the other lad, or lads, so I have to interrupt.
"Ahem," I cleared my throat, "if everyone is done using the bathroom, then it's long past bedtime." There is a scurry of activity and the shuffling of feet and about a minute later the bathroom door opens and out comes the 16 year old Proctor. He hung his head and said a quick good night as he passed by me and trotted down the hall to his room. Several minutes later, the bathroom door opened slightly and an eye peeked through the crack to confirm I was still standing there. Seeing me, the door closed again, but soon opened and the other participant stepped into the hall and started walking toward his dorm room.
"Jamie," I said, and he stopped dead in his tracks, "were you in there, because you chose to be, or did someone force you to be there." He turned and looked at me. I could see the tears starting to form.
"No one forced me, Sir." he told me, his voice trembling. "It was my choice."
"That's okay then, mate," I assured him, "as long as you weren't forced." He looked a little relieved and turning around went off to his bed.
He and I talked about the incident a few days later and I calmed his fears that I was angry with him. I told him experimenting was a normal thing for everyone, but I thought his choice of partners was a little old for him and he would be better to stick to his own age group. He seemed to accept my suggestion and we kept the door open to talking with each other.
I too, had my own first time' around the same time as the dorm incident. First time' I got laid at the school. One of the teachers I mentioned was a Math Instructor. This was his first semester teaching and he was about 23 years old. I noticed him on the first day and he also noticed me. He kept watching me, whenever we were in proximity to each other. He especially liked to watch my crotch and became quite flustered whenever I caught him looking. He was a dorm supervisor and so lived on campus, so we saw each other regularly every week. About the time of Jamie's incident, we attended a faculty meeting one evening at which his eyes hardly ever left my crotch. After the meeting, we were both headed in the same direction, so we ended up walking together. He really tried hard to make small talk, but I only gave one or two word responses. Walking through a dark section which was heavy with trees, I moved off the pathway into a secluded niche. He stopped and waited a moment, then stepped over to see where I had gone. I stood about six feet inside the space.
"Come here." I said to him. He stood and looked at me for several seconds and then he started to say something to me. "Come here, now." I told him in a stern voice. He hesitated only a moment and then he walked over to me. When he came within arms reach of me, I grabbed the front of his jacket and pulled him over to me, roughly. I brought my other hand to the back of his head, leaned down to him and kissed him. He struggled, slightly, at first and then pushed his body tightly against mine. "Don't make me tell you twice again." I instructed him, when I broke the kiss.
"No, Sir." he replied, quietly while he hung his head.
"Be in my room at 10:30 p.m., and don't keep me waiting." I instructed him and reaching inside his jacket, I gave his nipple a little squeeze and twist for emphasis. His quick intake of breath, showed I had made my point. I left him standing there and went back to my room.
I was laying on my bed, looking through a magazine, when the tower bell rang once for the half hour and the light knock rapped on my door. I waited a full minute before I called for him to come in. He entered with his head bowed and took up a standing position at the end of my bed. He stood there quietly and waited for me to speak. I glanced up from my paper and looked him over. He was a nice looking lad, about 5'9" and 170 lbs. His shoulders didn't make you think of football, but they were sturdy enough. He was solidly built, but not overly developed in any area I had observed so far.
"Strip." I told him. He immediately started to remove his clothing and folding them all neatly, placed them in a pile on one of the chairs sitting behind him. When he was completely naked, he stood again at the end of the bed with his hands by his sides and his head hanging down. I looked at him again. Yes the shoulders were solid and the pecs were firm and defined without being excessive. His abdomen was smooth and again solid, but no six-pack defined. His dick was stretched and pointing straight out from his body and looked about 6" long, circumcised, and nicely thick. There was not a hair on his body below his head. Arm pits and groin smooth as the day he was born. "Turn around and bend over." I instructed him. He did as instructed and his butt and back were as hairless as the rest of him, including the ring around his hole. "Come over here and kneel beside me." I pointed to an area on the floor next to where I was laying.
I asked him some questions and he answered without looking up from the floor. When I asked him what he was interested in from me, he did finally look at me. He told me his room mate in College had been his Master and had trained him. He liked some moderate discipline and domination, but mostly he just liked pleasing his Master and providing whatever service, his Master required. I told him I was not into utensils or toys with the exception if he served me, he would be required to wear a cock ring. I would discipline him if necessary, but he could limit me, by saying "Stop". If he needed to tell me to stop, on three occasions, then we were done, because it would mean we were not in sync with each other's needs. He lowered his eyes again and said it would be his pleasure to have me as his Master. I told him I would take him as a Slave and from here on, he was not to touch is cock other than to pee. It was mine, just like the rest of him and he was not to climax, without my permission. He nodded his head in acknowledgment.
I knew he needed to be back at the dorm for 12:midnight, so I though we should move along. I instructed him to undress me and he did so with great efficiency. He next was allowed to pleasure my nips by licking, tonguing and nibbling. He was very good at this activity and also very enthusiastic. While he was busy with mine, I squeezed his pecs and pinched his nipples until they were red and engorged. Next I sent him down to lick and suck on my balls. He had a talented mouth and was obviously experienced in using it. I reached down and grasping his hair, planted his mouth on my now rigid cock. Here his real talents came to light. He took the precum I had been producing as he bathed my balls and with his tongue, spread it around and around the swollen red head on my stick. With only two or three dips of his head, he had buried my 7" spike deep in his throat and began massaging it with his throat muscles. I felt myself preparing to soar to heaven, but this is not how I had planned on an end to this evenings activities. Lifting his head off my stick, I asked him whether he preferred dry or lubed.
"I prepared myself before coming to you, tonight, Sir." he replied. This was a well trained Slave. I told him to hop to it then, so he straddled my hips and aiming my club at his prepared hole, he impaled himself in one long slide to my pubic bone, hissing out a lung full of air as he sank. Once all the way down, he sat there a minute to adjust to the fullness he now felt. Soon, he slowly raised himself off my post and reaching the top, fell back down again. This cycle went on for ten or twelve minutes as we both adjusted to the feeling of each other, both of us allowing the sounds of pleasure to escape from us as the tension heightened. I reached over and started to pump his steely, leaking cock. Putting my thumb on the underside, I curled it over the top of his crown each time I pulled his skin forward. The result was immediate. He got this wild, desperate look in his eye and started to bounce wildly on my post. Both of us were headed for the end.
"Don't you cum until I tell you." I warned him and a look of panic came over his face. He wiggled and pushed and did everything possible to bring me over the top, but each time he moved more, my thumb dragged more across the head of his dick and he got closer, his face showing his desperation to hold back. I finally met his down thrusts with three hard up thrusts and just as I fell over the edge into the bottomless pit, I told him "Now !". I don't think I was a second too soon for him. Before the word was out of my mouth, he burst and loosed cream everywhere. By that time, I didn't care, as the contractions of his ass muscles were squeezing my load high into his bowel.
When we both settled back to earth, he had fallen forward and was laying out on me. I had wrapped my arms tightly around him and was holding him as close as possible to me. I released him and he eased himself off me and went to find cloths in the bathroom to clean me up. When this was completed, I instructed him when to attend me next and attached a cock ring to him. As he left my room, he turned back to me
"Thank you, Master." was all he said as the door closed behind him. Maybe not as long and lonely as I had expected, I thought to myself.
Dale - Friday evening
Spending the night with Anson in his room had been my decision. When he hadn't come back downstairs after taking Davey up to bed, I was pretty sure he would not show up in our room. I realized, we should have given him the code to our suite, he was the type of person who felt he was intruding if he wasn't specifically invited. Jason and I made a commitment to include him and I didn't believe he understood that meant whenever he wanted. Six months ago, I would have thought a night spent in bed with two sexy hunks just sleeping and cuddling was a total waste. Last night was great and the feeling of comfort and sharing was totally uplifting. The double size bed wasn't even a problem, though definitely not as comfortable as our king sized would have been. The point was we were in Anson's room and being part of him, not just him being part of us.
Morning activities went routinely. We all had breakfast together. The two boys were excited about our upcoming trip. They had never been on an airplane before and were equally expectant and wary. As I looked at each of us I realized we were all excited as well, even me. It was fascinating we had all become a unit so quickly. We all seemed to think in terms of us' much more than me'. And this afternoon, we were going to merge two more members with our unit. It may offer some interesting challenges.
After breakfast, I took Dean to the main offices for the morning. He had some work which required his personal attention, but he gave me strict instructions that at 11:30 a.m., he was to head home, even if I had to `hog tie me and throw me in the wagon'. I'm not sure if he realized I might just try to do it if it became necessary, although having had Master Chen as his Sensei, I doubted I could take him anywhere he wasn't agreeable to going. I had work to do in the Main Security Office while I was there, so I was kept busy the entire morning. Arriving at Dean's office at 11:15, I found him ready and actually anxious to get going. We were on our way home by the designated time. Whew, lucky for me.
Dean seemed to spend most of his time deep in thought as we drove back to the `castle'. I was busy being both chauffeur and security man, but I too found my mind wandered to the upcoming trip. I understood, McAdams Corp. had several corporate jets and we would travel in a Gulfstream GV. I was looking forward to seeing it. It had been outfitted with the best features available for the comfort of its passengers and would make flying somewhat like a vacation of its own.
While we were gone for the morning, the rest of our group went riding again and on their return ended up at the swimming pool. That's where we found them when we arrived and both Dean and I hung our suits in the locker room and joined them. It was a refreshing break. Just before lunch time, we each went to our rooms and dressed in casual attire and completed our last minute packing. We had been told to place our bags in the hallways and they would be collected and taken to the airstrip.
Lunch was occupied mostly with Denny filling in Dean and me on the ride they had taken during the morning. He had ridden on Boots all by himself and was very proud of his accomplishment. Both he and Davey had been allowed to sit with Ted on Charger and ride around the corral. Anson had tried to make friends with Charger, but he would allow only Davey to give him treats and stroke him. Even Jason had seemed to enjoy the outing. He made a point of wearing his new riding boots and apparently nary a word of complaint passed his lips during the entire ride. I think Ted being along may have had a slight influence on his silence. At 1:30 p.m. we all met at the rear of the mansion. One of the golf cart vehicles had been hitched to a long, low cart with rows of seats in it and a canopy over the top. We piled in and were driven out to an area on the west side of the estate parallel to where the stables would be on the east side. The trip took about 15 minutes and brought us to a large landing strip and a hanger building.
The airplane was waiting for us and it was indeed impressive. Larger than a standard private jet, it was still sleek and compact in appearance. We boarded immediately and Dean introduced us to the pilots, Don and Eddie. As soon as I met them, I knew they too were a couple. The interior of the jet was striking. It was configured to seat up to 16 persons, but the seats were actually a combination of lounge chairs and couches. The colour scheme inside the cabin was bright and cheerful, yet tasteful. We new guys, were each suitably impressed and the two youngsters thought it was terrific. I pitied them having to fly commercial coach, at some future date, after having this luxury as their first experience.
The boys were belted onto the couch, between Dean and Ted for take off and by 2:00p.m. we were speeding down the runway. The ascent was steep and the boys were quite uncertain, holding tight to the adult beside them. When we leveled off, seat belts disappeared and we were invited to enjoy the comforts of our surroundings. We were told the cockpit was open and the pilots would be happy to have us visit and see how the plane was flown. Over the course of the next hour, I think each of us went forward to enjoy this privilege. The galley to the rear of the cabin was fully stocked and mixed drinks, beer and soda pop were available on a serve yourself basis.
Each lounge seat had a side panel in the arm with a variety of accessories from earphone jacks for private listening of radio, music or video/movie/television to personal lighting and air ventilation. Included were telephones and connections for lap top computer systems. There was more than enough to keep everyone busy and the boys were quick to settle in a couple chairs and watch the video which Ted put in for them. The screen was part of the forward bulkhead. Before we knew it, we were starting a descent and it was already 3:15 p.m. Our landing was a little more gradual than takeoff had been. Once on the ground, we taxied to a small terminal and came to a standstill. The hatch in the side of the airplane went up and the stairs descended. Dean and Ted exited and the boys pressed their faces up tight to the windows to keep track of what was happening. Mr. Chen stepped outside and waited next to the plane.
I saw a man and a boy standing on the tarmac and Dean headed for them with Ted close behind him. Dean actually ran the last half of the way and the boy ran to meet him. When they met, the boy fairly flew up into Dean's arms and they spun around and around, obviously happy to see each other. Ted went over to the man and they shook hands and then hugged each other briefly in greeting. After Dean set the boy down, he flew over to Ted and got the same big greeting. Ted then introduced the man to Dean and they shook hands. Ted and Digger Bailey picked up the luggage and followed Dean and Jamie, who walked together holding hands, back to the plane. As Dean and the boy approached close enough for me to see clearly, I was astounded by the resemblance. The boy could have been a clone of his father, they looked that much alike. Colouring, eyes, hair, build, it was all the same. When they arrived outside the plane, Mr. Chen bowed to the two new arrivals and they both bowed back to him. Jamie then walked over and wrapped his arms around the little Chinaman and received a hug back. Davey was the only other person I had ever seen hug Mr. Chen. Everyone then climbed into the cabin.
Dean came around to each one of us and introduced his son, Jamie. Ted followed him, introducing Digger Bailey. The last to be introduced to Jamie were Denny and Davey. Denny stepped right up to him and shook hands as everyone else had. Then Davey and Jamie stood and looked at each other for a full minute. No one was sure just what was going on, but I saw Mr. Chen watching closely. Was this to be hate at first sight ? A standoff, foreshadowing a rivalry for parental affection and attention? As if given some signal, the two boys stepped to each other and wrapped their arms one around the other. I heard them speak very quietly to each other while wrapped together.
"I'm so glad you finally came." Jamie said to Davey.
"You're finally back." replied Davey to Jamie.
They released each other and then went over and sat in seats next to one another. They talked quietly together, as if they had known each other all their lives, Denny sitting nearby listening. I noted Ted and Dean had watched this whole scene, standing with their mouths hanging open, like they couldn't believe what they were seeing. Mr. Chen just nodded his head and I'm not sure, but I think he might have smiled for a fraction of a second. The pilots had stored the new luggage and closed the hatch. Everyone buckled up and we were off again.
If you are enjoying this tale I would recommend you have a look at a short story posted Aug 6, 2000 to Nifty/Gay Male/College titled, "Loving Tyler's Dad". I would be happy to hear what you think of it. LJB