teen2b slow)( 3/50)
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 have encouraged me to continue with the presentation of this series. Hope that you continue to enjoy. LJB
To Fulfill a Prophesy
Section 3
Dean - Sunday morning, early
As we stopped in front of the Emergency Department at Memorial General Hospital, Jason leapt out from his front seat passenger position and raced around the car to open my back seat door. It caught me totally by surprise. Even when we had a chauffeur, I always opened and closed my own doors. Mental note to myself: set some ground rules with my new guardians, about me not being an 85 year old lady. I thanked him for his help and proceeded into the Emergency Room. Luckily, there was an automated sliding door at the entrance, so there was no competition to open any doors at this point.
I approached the nursing desk, which appeared to be a beehive of activity and stated, "I'm Benton McAdams and you have....."
"Oh, Mr. McAdams, let me show you to your nephew right away." the cute little red haired nurse interrupted, smiling brightly at me. "Mrs. Benson, the Night Supervisor, wanted to be notified as soon as you arrived."
"That's fine. I'll be pleased to talk with her," I responded, "but I would like to see Mr. Tanner, my Security Chief and my "nephew?', first."
She led me to the treatment area and to a room, which had the door closed. "They're doing a bed bath in there." the young lady informed me. "You might just want to stick your head in to see how it's going."
Following her advice, I pushed the door slightly open and was met with a scene that first startled me and then struck my funny bone.. Ted Tanner, my big, tall, strong, strikingly handsome, Security Director and long-time friend, was holding Davey's leg up in the air with one hand and with the other rubbing between his legs, behind his ball sac with a towel. Davey was sporting a major woody.
"Now there's the last picture in the world that I though I'd ever see." I said in a loud voice and then started to laugh.
The look on each of their faces was indescribable. First shock, as if everyone had been caught with their hands in a cookie jar and then, as if performing in unison, they both turned beet red. Now I have known Ted Tanner for over ten years and I had never seen him blush. Ted, in typical fashion, recovered almost immediately, setting Davey's leg down and pulling a sheet up from his legs and over his body. Ted said something to him, about turning him on his back after the problem had settled, and Davey, while continuing to stare at me with his mouth open, just nodded.. To add to the hilarity of the situation, they both started to talk at the same time.
"We were/Ted was/just/helping/helping....." they gave up and both started to laugh.
"I'm really pleased, that you two have managed to get to know each other so well." I told them. I entered the room and my shadow, with his partner, who had parked the car and caught up to us, took positions outside the door like two very large, muscular guard dogs. I continued to chuckle and said to Ted, "I haven't been told a word. How is everything ?" Ted gave me a brief synopsis of the major events, that had transpired at the hospital, with Davey filling in some gaps, whenever Ted took a breath. Within a couple minutes, I had a general idea that Ted had managed everything in his usual efficient manner and a certainty that he had won Davey's confidence.
A voice at the door, caused me to turn and standing there, speaking to Jason was a tall nurse.
"I'm Jean Benson, the Night Supervisor and I would like to speak with Mr. McAdams." she said in her most professional style. She appeared to be seeking admission from the palace guard..
"Come in Mrs. Benson." I called. She came over and expressed her regrets, about the delay in getting my `nephew' looked after and I assured her, all was fine and he looked much better, then when I had last seen him. She advised me concerning the facilities, that had been arranged for Davey and our staff and that as soon as Davey's cast was applied, he could be settled in his room. She offered coffee and I asked Jason to go with her and get what everyone wanted. I thanked her and leaving Dale in the room guarding the portal, Ted and I went to find a quiet corner, where we could talk.
We had found that corner in the almost vacant cafeteria and were sitting across from each other at a small table. Ted elaborated on his activities, clarifying Davey's `nephew' status and letting me know, the boy was barely 14. I filled him in on the events at the garage and the delay in the investigation. Jason brought two large cups of coffee and then left us to continue our discussions. Ted had been watching me very carefully and finally ventured to ask what was wrong.
"I don't know why now, all of a sudden, I've come to the realization, but I want my son." I stated flatly. Ted stared at me with those piercing eyes, as he seemed to consider my statement.
"Well, it's about time." he replied. "I was beginning to think you would never figure it out."
"If you knew that's what was wrong, why didn't you tell me, so I could have done something sooner." I asked.
"You weren't ready to listen and besides it really isn't my place, to try to tell `the Boss', what he should do with his life." Ted replied, now looking away from me and seeming to gaze at a spot on the wall. That comment really annoyed me.
"Now, you listen to me," I said forcefully with the annoyance clear in my voice. "I don't ever want to have to say this again. You are not my friend." At this statement, his head snapped back toward me and I could see the hurt in his expression. "You are my BEST friend. I hope you don't think I'd put up with having two new shadows glued to me and all the other shit, I get from you, if you weren't. You know me better than anyone else on earth. If you have something to say, and I won't listen, or give it the value that your counsel deserves, then put me down on the ground and sit on me, until I listen. And that's what the Boss' says as well." A big grin filled his face now and I thought, I was going to see another blush, but instead he just chuckled and nodded his understanding. "I don't ever want to hear about a limit, on your place' with me again." We continued to look at each other for a moment and both knew, our friendship was a bond, that would always carry us through uncertainty and misunderstandings.
"What are you going to do about the boy ?" Ted asked. "There is something about him and the two of us. He has allowed himself to trust us and I am certain, he has not trusted anyone, for a very long time. It's almost as if, there is some connection, among the three of us. I really don't understand it, but I can sure feel it. If this is the start of it, then he is definitely one of them."
Ted - Sunday morning, early Ted watched his friend while the question was processed. He reflected how exceedingly intelligent this man was. He had realized that, since their first day together. Ted had liked him, immediately. Dean had been 24 years old and busy, learning the businesses from the bottom up. When Ted was assigned, as his body guard (the Chairman's only son was a tempting ransom target on many levels), Dean had just become a Jr. Vice-President in Corporate Acquisitions. Ted had expected a life of boredom, but Dean would have none of that. Dean dragged him into all the meetings and activities.
"If you are going to be here, I'm going to make use of having an extra brain." Dean had told him, repeatedly. So he had learned and learned and learned. And Dean would question him and ask his opinions and argue with him and often choose to go with his ideas. When the Chairman had died, Dean was President of Acquisitions and had offered him that position, but they both knew, his place was beside Dean and he had asked to replace the retiring Security Director. He had never regretted that decision. Dean was his best friend and had always treated him more as a brother, than an employee. He loved this man, so much that sometimes, having that much feeling for another person frightened him.
Dean - Sunday morning, early "I don't know if he is one of them, or if this will be the start of it, in the long run," I finally responded, "but I agree with you, there is an unique relationship, which has evolved in less than six hours. For now, we are going to get him settled, get ourselves some sleep and then sit down and have a long talk, with our little waif."
Dale Savage made an appearance, toting two more large cups of coffee. He advised us, Dr. Klieg was ready to cast Davey's forearm and Davey was asking for us to be there. We went to the treatment room and half an hour later, Davey was settled in a private suite on the eighth floor of the McAdams Wing. He had a new, light weight, fiberglass cast on his right forearm, palm to elbow. Ted had sent Jason and Dale home, to get some sleep and they would return, for a 5:00 p.m. meeting with us. Hospital security, 24 hour a day was stationed outside Davey's room. The police had yet to interview him and I didn't want any 50 year old investigating officer, angry over being caught shirking his duty, trying to influence Davey's statement. Ted and I were settled in a security suite, next to Davey's room.
I had left a message for Helen, my secretary, to cancel meetings for today and tomorrow, to give us a chance to sort out what was going to be done, about Davey and my son, Jamie. She could reach me, if anything required immediate attention, but both boys were my major concerns for now. Our Corporate Counsel, my old friend, Brad, would meet with us at 2:00 p.m.
The security suite, next to Davey's room, which the hospital had provided for our use, consisted of two rooms. The first was an office unit with a desk, a conference unit with chairs and a couch grouped around a coffee table, and small kitchenette unit, with a coffee maker, apartment sized refrigerator and microwave. Off this first room, was a sleeping area with three, single beds and a full bathroom attached. . Televisions, with VCRs and closed circuit channels for both the hospital security cameras and for Davey's room, were in each room. These facilities, like all of the floors in this addition, dedicated in memory of my father, were tastefully decorated and furnished for comfort, not the expected hospital setting. After assuring ourselves that Davey was settled in his new surroundings and sound asleep, we headed directly to our sleeping area.
As soon as we had entered the room and closed the door, I undressed and went into the bathroom to have a shower. There was no thought or hesitation on my part, about baring myself in front of Ted. My friend had seen me naked countless times over the many years, we had slept together hundreds of nights, often in the same bed. Standing under the hot spray of the shower, my mind wandered over the events of this past early morning period. My thoughts returned to my walking in while Ted was bathing Davey. I knew that the boy's erect state was not the cause of my feelings of excitement, I had never been into boy sex. It was the fact, Ted had been involved in the activity. Ted had known right from the start of our association, I had a preference for male sex and yet, it is a subject about which we have never spoken. Ted has never given any indication that he was interested, in any specific sexual activity, in fact in all the years I've known Ted, I have no idea what constitutes Ted's sex life. It was a subject we just never discussed. How odd, I thought, that two grown men, who practically live together for ten years, have avoided a topic so completely. I've been confident all this time, I could discuss anything with Ted, yet it's as though, the topic of sex hasn't even existed.
My thoughts had been causing my body to respond and I was now sporting a major erection. It had been so long since I had felt any sexual desire, my cock seemed eager to make up for lost time. Without my even touching it, the head was drooling precum, like a small stream. My fingers closing around the shaft, made my shaft jump and become steely hard. I ran my hand up to the head and my whole body shivered, from the sensations that I was feeling. There was barely enough time to adequately enjoy the feelings that surged through my body and brain. One, two, three, four strokes and I was cumming, as if I hadn't cum in months. Thinking back, I in fact had not cum, for at least that long. The urge hit me seldomly and I normally, just stroked myself to climax, without much enjoyment. I realized, it had been over 5 years since I had actually held a partner close to me. That relationship, had been a disaster from which Ted had saved me. This climax made up for at least a couple of those years. The room spun, lights flashed before my eyes and I became so weakened, I sank to the tiled floor of the shower. Several minutes later, I returned to this world. I was covered with my own seed, every place that the water had not been able to reach and sweep away the evidence. Slowly, I rose and finished my rinsing, then bundled myself dry in one of the big, fluffy, bath towels that sat on the counter.
Ted - Sunday morning, early Ted had watched Dean strip off his clothes and head into the bathroom to have his shower. No matter how many times he saw his friend naked, he still admired that body. Dean was not the athlete he had been just out of college, when Ted first met him, but he had maintained an athletic appearance, by exercising regularly and eating sensibly. He must have had good genes as well, because his father, also had an athletic build and his mother had been just plain beautiful. Ted remembered both of them fondly and the sorrow and loss he had experienced, when both of them, had been suddenly gone. Dean also had some of his mother's features. His dark brown hair and his dark brown eyes, were like his mother's. But the rest of his body was all male, from his wide, strong shoulders to his impressive, 5", soft cock, with it's drooping bag, holding two impressive, large testicles. That dark, brown hair appeared again in wiry curls, above his genitals and traces of it graced his chest, stomach and abdomen. No hair at all appeared on either his back, or on that superb, bubble butt, which projected out slightly above his strong thighs and legs. Dean, was what they referred to as `eye candy', Ted thought with some amusement. As these thoughts ran through his mind, Ted had been undressing and now lay out on his bed, to wait for the shower to be free.
He thought of all the times he and Dean, had shared their lives over the past ten years. His love for Dean had grown in that time, but he had decided some time ago, he would rather be Dean's long-time friend, than his short-time lover and end up ruining their relationship. These thoughts and the image of a naked Dean, had caused his own impressive tool, to rise and straighten along his abdomen. He pulled his underwear back on, to contain his raging hardon, until he could get to the shower, when Dean came out. His thoughts returned to his friend and to Jamie, who he had gotten to know quite well, during his last few visits. Dean and Brenda had divorced, about a year after he had become Dean's Security Man and he did not know her at all, as they were seperated most of that time. He had been with Dean, during the infrequent visits with Jamie, but had tried to give them as much space and time alone, as possible. Only during the past three visits, when he and Mr. Chen had substituted with the boy, in Dean's place, had he gotten to understand the boy. Maybe now, if they got back together, he could help the bond between father and son, so that there would be a closer.............
Dean - Sunday morning, early
I came out of the bathroom asking, "How come we never....".
The first thing I noticed, was that my friend had fallen asleep on top of his bed, wearing only his white, jockey shorts and the gold neck chain, which I had given him several years ago. Seeing as I had gotten him up once already this night, I was not about to disturb him again. Moving over next to his bed, I secondly noticed that his erect cock, had moved up his abdomen and that the engorged head was protruding a good two inches, above the waistband of his briefs. I had always known, this guy was really hung. His penis throbbed to the rhythm of his heartbeat and a large, clear drop, glistened from the end of his piss slit. I had the urge to bend down and lick it off, but knew if I did, I wouldn't be able to stop just at that. I would be sucking on that big whopper, without even another thought. Even after the recent trip to paradise I had just experienced in the shower, my dick leapt immediately to its steely state. It would be wrong and unfair of me to change the nature of our relationship, just on an impulse, so mustering all my restraint, I took the bedspread from the spare bed and placed it over my sleeping giant. Luckily for me, I was tired enough that as soon as my head hit the pillow, I too was gone.