teen2b slow)(41/56)
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 41
Dale - Sunday morning
My head was starting to hurt. I had apologized for embarrassing him. Now he was even more angry than he had been. Ted told me I was wrong and I tried to fix it. Why doesn't he understand how what he does is my responsibility and reflects on me. I had better get a move on and get down to the pool. Something else might happen.
I changed into my bathing suit and headed out of my bedroom. As I entered the sitting room portion of our suite, Denny was standing there in his pajamas.
"Denny, why are you down here, instead of in bed ?" I asked him. He stood looking a me with those big, bright, blue eyes of his. "I'm going to take you back up to your bed."
"Sit with me before we go, Dale." he said, finally speaking to me. I sat on the couch, next to him. "You are a very special man, Dale. I hope when I grow up, I am like my Dad and you. When I have a partner, I hope that person loves me as much as Jason and Uncle Dean love you two."
"I'm afraid Jason doesn't love me tonight, near as much as he usually does." I found myself saying.
"Oh, yes he does." Denny corrected me. "My Dad says you might not like the way someone behaves sometimes, but you always love them just the same. When I ask him about misbehaving and getting in trouble, he says he will always love me anyway. Jason loves you anyway, even if he might not like you as much tonight."
"Your pretty smart for a little man, awake this late at night." I told him.
"Dale, I always love you," he said and I knew it was true, "and Davey, Jamie and Kevin do too. We chose you because you are such a wonderful, strong man. Sometimes you forget that things are not important, people are important. Jason realized tonight, you don't believe in him, you feel he reflected poorly on you. That loss of your respect hurt him. This wasn't about him being embarrassed, he wasn't and besides he doesn't care about that. This was about you feeling if he made an error, it reflected on you." I thought about what Denny had just said. He was right, I had been more concerned about how this looked, than about how Jason felt about it.
"I will do whatever is needed to fix this properly." I promised him and he gave me one of his special smiles. "You stay here, while I get my robe and slippers and I will take you back up to bed." I went in the bedroom and when I came out dressed, Denny was gone. On my way out the door to check on him, I ran into Ted.
"Did you just see Denny ? I asked him.
"Yeah, I'm on my way to the pool and I just looked in on him a few minutes ago." Ted responded. "He was sound asleep. As usual he didn't even stir, but I think this is the first time he was ever right side up in bed, where I had left him earlier. He was really pooped after the activities today and tonight. Come on, let's go have a swim."
Jason was laying in bed. He wasn't really doing anything, he was just laying there. When we had returned from swimming, he had just thrown his bathing suit and robe in the laundry and crawled into bed. I had now done the same. I lay on my left side, looking at him.
"What are you thinking so deeply about ?" I questioned.
"I'm trying to decide, if you initiate sex tonight, how I'm going to react. If I'm submissive and go along with it, I don't think I will like you or myself afterward. If I'm not, and refuse, it will cause a big argument and I don't want to argue. And if I refuse you and you just turn over and go to sleep, it may effect our relationship forever."
"My, that is a lot of deep thinking." I commiserated. "What if I was not interested in having sex with you, tonight ? What if I wanted to tell you, how really sorry I was for not trusting you, the way I should have today ? What if I wanted to say, this whole problem between us, was my fault and I feel very bad, I ever put my insecure feelings ahead of you ? What if I promised, to try to never, ever do it again ?"
"Well then I would be faced with a further dilemma." he responded. "I would then have to try to figure out, why you would not want to have sex with me tonight. The only good reason, for having an argument, is the fun of making up afterward."
"I guess I would suggest sex is out of the question." I replied. "Only making love with you would be given any consideration at all." He smiled a big smile and I leaned over him and gave him the most loving kiss, I could come up with. "I am very sorry, doubly sorry." I said when we moved our lips apart. He wound his arms around me and pulled me back to his lips.
We made love for several hours. Each time I drove into his hot, firm body, I reminded myself what a fool I could be. Risking my relationship with this man, over anything, was a careless and foolish waste. My life anymore, without him as the centre of it, was nothing. As our passions climbed, I was conscious there would never be anyone for me, who made me complete, like this loving man. I thrust harder and deeper into him, as he writhed beneath me, calling my name and searching me out with his lips. I knew that orgasmic moment, when both of our lives hung between two worlds, the world of reality and the world of infinite pleasure, that I possessed him. The brief moment, that could seem to last forever, was when his total being was mine and mine was his. I could live my entire life for just one of those moments. I truly understood the real meaning, when I whispered to him, "You are mine." And he responded, "Forever". We slept soundly, clinging to each other throughout the night.
Everyone had been instructed to sleep in on Sunday morning, but I am normally a morning person, so my eyes open at their usual time. As I lay in bed, I had a really wild thought. I started concentrating on Denny and him phoning me. I lay there and thought it over and over. The telephone beside my bed rang. I picked it up quickly, so Jason wasn't wakened.
"Good morning, Denny." I said. "Were you awake ?"
"I been awake for a long time, Dale." he answered. "I just thought I would get in trouble if I woke anyone else up, after they were so late at the carnival. Davey isn't in his bed. He's likely with Jamie."
"Why don't you get dressed and come down here ?" I suggested. "Then we can go and have breakfast together."
"Me, too ?" Jason said. I looked over and he was laying watching me.
"I have to have my shower." Denny responded. "I usually have it with Dad and Uncle Dean, after they warm me up in the morning."
"All right, then." I told him. "Bring your clothes with you. Jason is awake, so we can warm you up and then we can all have our showers."
"Okay." he told me as he hung up the phone.
"We're having company ?" Jason asked. I told him I thought Denny would be awake and rather than have him wake someone else, I had intended to take him to breakfast. "Okay, but I hope you realize you just did yourself out of a repeat of last nights activities." We popped out of bed and found some pajama bottoms which we pulled on. There was a quiet knock at the door and I went out and opened it.
"Hi." Denny said as he trotted directly into the bedroom, dropping his clothes on a chair and bouncing into our bed, where Jason was back waiting for him. "I gots to snuggle with Anson and Digger at the `cabin', but I never gots warmed up with you guys before."
"Well, I guess this is your chance." Jason told him as Denny cuddled up close to him. Jason just about jumped out of the bed when Denny put his feet on him. "Wow, don't you have any slippers for those frigid feet ?" Denny just snickered. I climbed back into the bed and pulled the covers up around all of us.
For the next half hour we talked and played and tickled and giggled, having fun and enjoying just being with each other. It made me remember what Davey had told me on the plane about Kevin, but he was not the only boy who needed to be treated as a boy. This fascinating, mysterious, powerful, little man was in the end, just a boy, who needed to be loved and appreciated for himself. I learned a great deal in that half hour.
"You guys must still kick your covers off." Denny said to us as we were getting up and heading to the showers.
"Why do you think we kick our covers off, Denny ?" I asked.
"Dad says little men has to wear pajamas, because they kick their covers off and get cold." he explained. "He and Uncle Dean don't have to wear them, `cause they are old and have learned to keeps their cover on." I wasn't about to argue with logic like that, so I was wise and didn't comment.
Denny talked from the time we entered the bathroom, until we were dressed and headed down the hall to our breakfast. It was eight o'clock by now, so we detoured by Jamie's room and rousted him and Davey out of bed. In the cafeteria we met Kevin and Tim, just sitting down with their breakfast.
"Anybody checked the schedule ?" I asked. "Do we know what's on for today."
"Other than Jamie and me heading out about two o'clock," Digger replied, as he and Anson walked in, "the day is open. Nothing on the schedule."
"I'm going to ride my new bike." Denny volunteered.
"Hey, yeah." Kevin added. "Maybe I can try out my dirt bike." So the order of the day was chosen and the topic of table discussion designated.
Anson - Sunday morning
Digger and I had returned to the carnival last night after swimming with the group. We walked for awhile and ended up sitting in the Beer Tent, surrounded by happy, singing people. I really don't remember who we sat with and talked to, I was totally focused on Digger. He would leave again tomorrow and I would be alone for the next five nights. I had grown accustom very quickly, to having his body laying beside me when I reached out in the night and his being the last face I saw at night and the first of the morning.
When we went to bed, it was not to sleep. We spent hours kissing and touching each other, lovingly. After lengthy foreplay we climaxed together in an extended 69 position and then slept soundly in each other's arms.
Waking came slowly to me. When I started to awaken, it was an overwhelming sensation of pleasure I was first aware of. I was laying full length on my stomach and my cock was aching from the pressure of trying to straighten itself out. I tried to pull my arms, which were fully extended over my head, down to raise up my body and release my trapped stiffy, but my arms wouldn't move. The overwhelming sensation of pleasure stayed with me. I sleepily raised my head to look at my arms and after taking a moment to focus, saw that my wrists were tied to the spindles at the top of the bed. I tried to raise up on my knees, again to release my aching, cramped cock, but there was a weight holding my legs in place. It slowly occurred to me that Digger was leaning on my legs and his head was at my butt with his tongue licking and probing at my anus.
A loud moan escaped my lips and a hand slid under my groin and guided my cock up, so it lay rigidly pointing toward my chest. I felt myself automatically thrust my hips forward to extend my cock fully and in doing so, clench my butt. Digger stopped and let his head lay still and his tongue idle until I relaxed. He then went back to probing my tight hole and gliding it around the puckered muscle. I willed myself to relax and quickly felt his probing succeed as his tongue tip entered virgin territory. This was going to be it. Digger had finally decided to make love to me completely, before he left.
He must have known I was finally awake, because he moved his weight off my thighs and grasping them, urged me to lift my butt into the air, giving him better access. He reached around and felt my solid member as I lifted up and he again dove into my crack and forced more moisture into my now pliable entrance. As he continued these ministrations, wave after wave of pleasure surged through my body. Digger's hands slid up my body and finding my erect nipples, rolled and squeezed them between his fingers. He withdrew from me totally. His hands retracted and his face and tongue disappeared. I waited expectantly.
I felt something solid touch my most private opening. It pushed and I groaned as it slowly and carefully slid through the tightened ring. It thrust in and out in little jabs and twisted around, pulling at the muscle and forcing it to ease open. I continued to try to relax, anticipating the feelings that would follow when this digit was replaced by the really important appendage. As the movement eased from the stretching, the finger was removed and in a moment was replaced by two fingers seeking re-entry into the tight space. Slowly and carefully they were worked in and around, stretching and pulling at the entrance, until they moved in and out with a minimum of restriction. This time, however, before they were totally withdrawn, they intruded to their full length and sought out the fleshy button, which upon being molested, sent a chill through my entire body and flashed lights and lightening bolts through my brain.
I had known about the existence of the hard, fleshy acorn, but I never truly had understood the effect it would have on me. Digger certainly knew. As he stroked those two fingers in and out of me, he nudged it occasionally and my hard cock would jerk and try to expand itself beyond its physical limit. Precum drooled from the end of it, stringing a puddle on the sheets beneath me. And still he continued as I moaned and groaned and became lost in the feelings he was creating within me. He grasped my cock when he withdrew his fingers and stroked it slowly to maintain my sexual elevation and tension.
Three fingers now tapped at my distended hole and I grunted as he tenderly inserted them into place. Again the thrusting and turning to enlarge and relax my tight miscle was undertaken. When movement in and out through the muscles became unobstructed, he began the full length entries that stroked my prostrate and began to make me tingle as the waves of pleasure flowed over my body. His other hand grasped my throbbing shaft once again and began stroking it in earnest, while the fingers inside me prodded my button with every drive into me. I was beyond speech or sensible communication. I babbled and groaned and wiggled my butt, pulling on the bonds which held my hand fixed to the headboard. I had no control as I soared and drifted through the freedom of weightlessness, as my soldier spit endlessly from its helmet, over my upper body and sheets. My butt clamped tight on the intruders, restricting their forced entry.
When my brain cleared, I was laying on my side, with Digger wrapped around me, holding me close. We lay together without speaking for several minutes.
"Your ready." he said. "When I come back, I will claim you. While I'm away, you are not to touch yourself or make yourself cum. I have arranged for Dale and Jason to take you a couple nights and you do what Dale tells you. Do you understand your instructions ?"
"Yes, Sir." I replied. He continued to hold me while we slept..
Dean - Sunday afternoon
The early hours of Sunday morning found Ted, Debra and me still visiting with people, as the carnival shut down. It had been a lengthy, but very fulfilling event. I saw and talked to people, whom I had not visited for many years. Everyone who knew Deb was happy for the chance to see her again and were very pleased when she informed them she would be visiting frequently in the future. Ted had taken responsibility for settling all the boys and getting them off to bed before midnight. Everyone was exhausted.
When we headed to our own bed, it was nearly 3:AM. We fell into bed, each laying on our side to face the other. Ted reached over to me and lightly traced a line from my shoulder to my elbow and back again. He then traced the same light line across my clavicle, across my pectoral muscle and around my areola. The nipple popped up hard immediately. Down my abdominal muscle, around the navel and then lifting the finger from my body, reached over and encircled my 7", tremulous staff with his fist, squeezing and stroking it at a rhythmic pace. My breathing picked up pace and I rolled onto my back with a slight tug from him, indicating to do so.
Ted shifted around and dipped his head between my legs. His tongue glided over my ball sack and I gasped. That tongue began to play with my low hanging globes, balancing them, licking them and drawing them to him to be kissed and sucked. His hand continued the steady pounding on my erect post, which arched and strained in its flesh casing. The dark, pink crown was slowly turning purple as the slit wept a trickle of precum which was splashed over the head and ridge by the steady beat. The pumping stopped. I raised my head and watched his tongue slide up the centre of my sack and continue on from the base to the tip of my staff. As his lips wrapped the crown in the moist cave of his mouth, I moaned forcefully and flung my head back on the pillow. Sweat was beginning to trickle off my forehead and soak my hair.
Ted stroked his lips up and down my shaft, swabbing the head with his tongue on the up sweep and burying his nose in the wavy curls of my pubic bush and I lodged solidly in his vibrating throat. He was humming. I knew I was going to cum and I tried to hold his head still, but those massive hands gloved mine and held them to my sides. He had decided for both of us and as he took one final plunge on my stake, I started to climax. Ted pulled his head up slightly, to catch part of my offering in his mouth and then he drank each spurt from my tap.
I had bowed upward as I started to gush forth my creamy essence and my ears could hear only the rush of my liquid through its restricted passage, like the roar of rapids on a narrow river. As my body sank slowly to the mattress, my partner wiped me clean with his miraculous tongue, drying me like a mother cat cleans her kitten. When he had finished, he crawled up my spent body, supporting himself on his hands and knees and bent down to deliver a kiss. His tongue snaked into my mouth and deposited a sampling of the nectar he had collected and I accepted it with the enthusiasm of a eaglet seeking sustenance from its parent. We slept, bound together by arms and legs and the need for one another which we shared.
The phone rang. It rang again. I reached for it, knocking the receiver from its hook and having to feel around for it. Finally, I located it and swung it to my ear.
"Good morning, Denny." I said.
"Wrong choice this morning, Sir." the voice at the other end of the line replied. "This is Dale. Jamie is leaving this afternoon and I thought you would want to know that it is already 10:AM." He paused for a moment, so I could absorb what he had told me.
"Thank you, Dale." I replied. "We will be out shortly." We each hung up. I looked at the clock and verified what he had said.
"Is something wrong ?" Ted asked in a hoarse, sleepy voice. He opened his eyes and looked at me.
"It's 10:AM and Jamie leaves this afternoon." I told him. "We need to get moving."
"Did he happen to mention anything about my little alarm clock boy ?" he asked. I shook my head, `no'.
I was very tempted in the shower to give tacit proof to Ted of how much I had enjoyed his ministrations earlier this morning, but decided I could do it best tonight. We dressed in casual clothes and headed out. Checking the boys' rooms, we found all were vacant. The best place for us to start would be the cafeteria. We found our entourage having a mid-morning break and we sat and had our breakfast with them. We were filled in on the bicycle riding activities that had occupied almost everyone so far today. Debra and Eduardo were the only two who had not made an appearance thus far. I called up and spoke to Deb, letting them know time was moving on.
The boys decided they would have a swim until lunch time and the group left Ted and I to savour our coffee, as they headed for the pool. Deb stumbled in looking for coffee to reinforce her constitution. Eduardo had chosen to sleep until lunch time.
"Dean, I have a number of questions about what has happened here this weekend and about the things I have seen and heard." she advised me.
"Deb, we all have questions." I told her. "Some we get answered, some we don't. Each of the boys have told us certain things, at different times, but they only tell us what they decide, when they decide."
"I think we should have a `family' meeting, before Jamie, Digger and Debra leave." Ted suggested. "we have a few things to discuss and it might be a chance, while we are all together, to get some further questions answered." We all agreed and decided to try to get everyone together at noon, then have lunch afterward.
"Let me try something." Deb said. "Jamie said he and Davey were going to be supporting me all through this visit. I'm going to think very hard about this meeting and see if they can tell everyone." She sat quietly for a minute or two and concentrated very hard. "There, now let's see if the message gets around."
Shortly before noon, the three of us sat together again. This time we were in the Sitting Room, where we held the last family meeting. Just before noon, people started to filter in, verifying with us there was a meeting. None of them seemed to know where they had heard about the meeting, they just each knew they were to be here. When Jamie and Davey arrived, they both had big smiles on their faces when they looked over at us. You could see the mischief in their eyes.
The chairs had been arranged in a circular pattern this time, so each person could see everyone else.
"There are just a few items we need to make sure you all know about." I announced. "Jamie and Digger are headed back to school around two o'clock. Debra and Eduardo are flying out with them and will be dropped off along the way. Jamie, will you be coming home next weekend, or staying there to study for exams ?"
"I'm coming home, Dad." Jamie responded. Anson let out a big sigh of relief. "Tim said to bring my books and if there was anything I didn't understand, he would go over it with me, but I don't think I'll have any problem with these exams."
"Remember, no peeking into the instructor's minds, for answers." I said. He blushed and shook his head. "Ted and I will be working mornings this week at Head Office, while Davey and Denny will spend their mornings with Tim, working on lessons." Davey's groan could be heard by everyone. "That will be their normal routine on weekdays, as long as we're in residence this summer." A new groan was shared with everyone. "Mrs. Taylor, Brian's mother, will be joining our staff. She will be working from 9 to 3 weekdays. She is taking a new position as Mr. Dennis' assistance. Since Ted and I are working here so much, he is finding it difficult to catch up in the office by himself."
"This brings up a question I want to ask." Ted mentioned. "Davey, Denny and Jamie too, because this will effect you later. How would you feel about Len and Gus coming in and spending the days at the `castle' during the summer ?"
"That's great as far as I'm concerned." Davey trumpeted. Jamie agreed with him. Denny was, however, a little reticent.
"Is there a problem, Denny ?" Ted questioned. "Would you prefer to talk to me about this after the meeting ?" Denny was thinking.
"No, Dad." he said. "It's okay. Gus has a problem and I don't want him to be upset or hurt, but I guess coming here would be better for him, than not."
"I think we better talk about this, after the meeting." his Dad told him and Denny nodded.
"Is there anything anyone else wishes to discuss ?" I asked. There was quiet among the ranks.
"I have a question, if no one objects ?" Debra posed.
"Mother, you were given access as a privilege. If that was not enough, then you may expect not to be so privileged again." Jamie warned her.
"Well, I wasn't given access at all and I have a question." Jason interjected. "I would like to know what happened with Kevin, yesterday ?"