To Fulfill a Prophesy

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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 mind-blowing 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 do not usually acknowledge e-mails, instead using my time to write. I do appreciate hearing from you. Hope that you continue enjoying the story. LJB

To Fulfill a Prophesy

Section 49

Lenny Taylor - Sunday morning

I heard Mom and Brian talking on Friday night. Brian said something about Davey being the only one and then he was asking about what she wanted done with the things in his room. He was going to move away and it had something to do with Davey. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Brian had always been there for Gus and me. I was only five when our Dad died and I barely remembered him. Brian had been our Dad, the only one Gus ever had. He looked after us when Mom had to work, he cooked our meals and fed us, he had even changed Gus' diapers. Why would he leave us now ?

I listened closer to what they were saying. Brian kept talking about Davey. He loved Davey ? What about us ? He was supposed to love us, not Davey. I suppose Davey was making him come to live with him. This was his fault, he was taking our brother away from us. He was stealing Brian. This wasn't going to happen. If Brian couldn't keep Davey from making him do this, then I would. I don't know how, but if I have to do something to him, I will.

Going to sleep tonight isn't easy. Brian is out. He went somewhere with Davey. He is totally focused on Davey. I think it's dumb. He has two perfectly good brothers at home and he has to hang out with someone else's brother. Davey's my age, although he looks a lot older than I do. Gus is still awake and he asks me why I am bouncing around so much. I told him. I told him, Davey is a gay guy and he is trying to make Brian leave us and go to live with him. I told him , I would put a stop to it, Davey was not going to take our Brian and make him a queer.

When we got up in the morning, Brian was home and waiting. He said Davey was coming over, so I knew I would have a chance to do something about all this. Brian seemed excited, as he waited for Davey to come. I don't understand how he can like the guy who is making him leave us. They get here about 9 o'clock, after Mom has left to run her errands. Mr. Tanner and Denny are with him and they come in for a few minutes. Gus gets Denny out of the way, now if Brian will just get busy with Mr. Tanner, I can set Davey straight on things. He's bigger than I am, so I put my ball bat over by the hallway and I got a sharp knife from the kitchen drawer, in case he won't listen to me.

Everyone is sitting talking together and I can't seem to get Davey alone. Denny is coming downstairs, holding Gus' hand. I looked over at him.

Wow, what was that ?" I asked. I saw Denny and Gus standing upstairs talking about what I had told Gus. I looked around and everyone knew, what I was going to do. I stood up and took a step forward. I had to get out of here. My Mom has come in and now she knows, too. This isn't going the way I planned it would. What's wrong with me, my feet won't move. I can't move. Denny and Gus are coming toward me and now Davey and Brian are coming over.

"Now look at my eyes." Denny says. I don't want to, but I can't stop myself. People I don't know are in my mind, telling me what has happened to them, because they are gay. I see Davey's life flash past me. He has had to live places and do things, I have never imagined before. It's terrible. I feel like I'm going to cry. Ouch, they hit him and kicked him. I can feel some of the pain. I feel how lonely Brian has felt, even with us here to keep him company. He has no one to care just about him. That's how Davey feels. He wants to give himself to Brian and Brian feels the same way. They love each other, but not the same way we love Brian. They look much older now with a group of children standing with them and now they look older still. They must be over seventy now and I can tell, they still feel the same about each other. I understand why Brian is going to live with Davey. He's not leaving us, he's adding Davey to his life and becoming part of his life. Now it has ended. I could move and Gus and Denny were going out to play.

Brian and Davey came to me and told me, they would not leave or forget us. I can believe what they are saying now I understand what this is about. We talk for a while longer, then Mom takes me out with her to help with the shopping. When we get home, everyone is gone. I went and lay on my bed for awhile, thinking about everything that had happened. I couldn't believe Denny did all that. He's like some kind of wizard. When the phone rang, I got it and Brian was asking, if I wanted to sleep over in a tent tonight with the other guys. Sure, I told him and went and got clothes for me and Gus ready. Mom, of course, reminded me to behave.

Dinner with all the guys is really different. You don't realize until something like this, how many of them there really are around here. We had chicken, without any bones in it, covered by a sauce. It was really good and the vegetables were hot, but crispy. It was really different. Servers kept coming around, filling our glasses and bringing different things to us. It was like a restaurant, but with a lot more service. Mom commented about being the only woman present and Mr. McAdams said, with Brian living there, we should plan on eating with them often. He told her they were having an `end of school', formal dinner and invited all of us to come. He also said Jamie's mother was coming for it. Mom said she would love to see her again and accepted the invitation.

We spent the evening in the Games Room and there were all sorts of things to do there. Digger threw darts with Jamie, Davey and me. I had stayed away from Denny and watched him carefully, when I first arrived, but I realized, he was just the same little kid I had been with several times before and he treated me just the same as he always did. I played some card games with Denny and Gus. Jamie, Davey and Anson played too. Jason showed us a bit about playing pool, as he kept taking money away from all the older men who played with him. They all had beer to drink and we had soda pop. I watched that Gus didn't drink too much. We all went to the pool and had a swim, before going out to the tents.

Davey told me about the demonstration they had this afternoon and I wished I could have seen Dale make all those mistakes. He always seems to me to know exactly what he's doing. Brian said it was really funny and then realized, Dale was standing right behind him. Dale reached over and flipped Brian off the deck, into the pool. It was really funny, until he did it to us as well. Then he was the only one left laughing. He wasn't really serious, he was just fooling around. I think he's really a nice guy. Everyone said `good night' to each other, as we were leaving the pool area. Brian walked out toward the garage with us and then went off to get his car and drive home.

We were all excited, but I think Gus and Denny were extra excited. When we reached the tents, Dale and Jason gave us sleeping bags, out of the camper trailer. They were new and we had to unpack them. Everyone had to print their name on their bag. They told Gus and me, they were ours and were to go home with us. When we opened them up, they were really nice sleeping bags. Each tent was allowed a lantern and we didn't have to go to sleep right away. Dale lit a small camp fire and had some sticks and marshmallows, which Jason handed out. When the fire burned down to mostly coals, we all roasted the marshmallows. They were really good.

Before going into the tents, Kevin said we all had to contribute to nature and water a tree. He took the little kids and the rest of us had to find our own trees. Once in the tents, we were on our own. Jason threatened everyone, about getting him up too early and we all laughed at him. The three of us decided to play cards for awhile. Our lantern hung from the center of the tent, so we lay in a circle to play cards. Davey wanted to play Crazy 8s'. He said, Jamie's Dad had taught him, when he was in the hospital. We did that for awhile. Jamie wanted us to teach him to play Poker', so we spent a while at that.

"You guys ever played `Strip Poker' ?" I finally got up the nerve to ask.

"T'ain't hardly worth while," Davey said, "seeing as we're all sitting here in our underwear and Jamie and I are going to lose that, before we crawl into our sleeping bags."

"You guys sleep nude ?" I asked in wonder. "I never got up the nerve to try, with Gus sleeping in the same room. I know he'd tell, if I did and he ever saw."

"Why don't you beat him to it ?" Davey suggested. "Tell your Mom ahead, you are going to try it, or tell Brian and ask him to tell her."

"I'd be too embarrassed." I admitted. "I don't think I ever talked to anyone about something like that."

"Len, he's your big brother." Jamie told me. "There's nothing you can't share with him. It's like me with Davey, or my Dad."

"Shit, Lenny." Davey said. "Brian's looked after you most of your life. He knows what your butt looks like, he's likely even smacked it a few times when you needed it. You can talk to him about anything."

"You're his partner, now." I ventured. "Does that mean I can talk to you about anything."

"Anything and anytime." Davey answered. "I told you before, you were gaining four more brothers and a couple Dads. You just have to get use to us. You'll find, we're all here for you."

"And more." Jamie added. "You can go to any of the big guys, too. Dale and Jason would do anything, if we needed their help and Digger has been my best friend this whole year, until Davey and I got together. There is nothing we couldn't ask any of them."

"Anson is like another big brother for me and Denny. We love him, just as if he was." Davey told me. "You have Brian and you always will. Now you have us, anytime you want. Have you played `strip poker' before, Len ?"

"Yeah, once." I answered. There was nothing said for a couple minutes. They were waiting for me to say more. "A couple guys from school and I played one afternoon." More silence. It was as if they knew there was more, I wanted to tell them, but I was embarrassed. "Davey, if a guy plays around with another guy once, does that mean he's gay ?"

"God, I sure hope not." Jamie burst out. "If it does, then my future children are in a lot of trouble." He and Davey started to laugh. I wasn't sure what the joke was.

"It's been forecast, Jamie's mother will have many grandchildren and great-grandchildren." Davey explained. "If fooling around means your gay, then the forecast is in serious trouble, because Jamie and I have done almost everything two guys can do with each other and Jamie's not gay."

"Why would you two fool around with each other then ?" I asked.

"Why did you fool around with those guys ?" he asked back, to my surprise. "Because were young men and it feels good and we want to find out things and a whole bunch of other reasons."

"How did you know about me....?" I wanted to know.

"I just told you, Len." Davey repeated. "Because you're a young man and it feels good and you wanted to find out things and a whole bunch of other reasons. It's nothing new. Thousands of guys do it, everyday."

"And it doesn't make me gay ?" I asked again.

"It makes you normal, Len." Jamie told me. "Just like a whole bunch of the other guys who like sex. So tell us a bedtime story, Len. Tell us what happens, when three guys decide to play `strip poker', one afternoon."

I felt relieved. It had been a worry for me the past several months. I told them everything. Dave and Jim were in some of my classes at school. They were pals with each other and I hung out with them, every so often. We left school early one day and went to Dave's house. His parents both worked and the house was empty until after 6 o'clock. When we were deciding what to do, Jim suggested playing `strip poker' and Dave agreed. What was I going to do, punk out, so I said sure. After half a dozen hands, I was still doing pretty good. Jim was down to his shorts and Dave had his shorts, socks and T-shirt. Two more hands and Jim was naked. He had a smooth body with pecs and abdominals that showed. The only hair on him was under his arms and over his dink. It was bushy in both places. His dink was starting to stretch and rise slowly. His ball sac was wrinkled and looked like an orange sitting under his dink. With him naked, I thought the game was over.

They continued to play and I lost the next hand. Then Jim lost another, but he had nothing left. Dave said that each of us got to do something to him, or have him do something to us. Dave pulled the front of his shorts down and told Jim to start licking. Jim came over and licked Dave's dink, until it got hard and stood straight out. Then it was my turn and I didn't know what to do. Dave said, if I couldn't decide, to just grab his dink and stroke it until it was fully hard and standing up, so I did that. My luck changed drastically then and I was naked in four hands. When Dave won the next hand, he ordered Jim to suck on my dink. Jim did and it was the greatest feeling I'd ever had. I was rock hard, before he even touched me. When his lips slid down my dink, I thought I would explode, but managed to control myself. All too soon, he stopped.

Dave then told me to do to him what Jim had done to me. I wasn't sure what to do, so I tried to follow what Jim had done for me. It wasn't nearly as bad doin' it as I thought it would be. His dink slid into my mouth and just fit to the back. I really didn't have to do anything, but keep my lips shut tight around it. Dave told me to use my tongue around it and I tried to rub my tongue along the shaft. It seemed to do the job. The next hand had Dave naked, so now none of us had any clothes. The guys told me they ended the game by getting each other off. Dave lay on the floor on his back. His dink stood up straight, still wet from being in my mouth. Jim moved over him and as I watched, sat down on Dave's dink. It went right up his ass. Jim told me to come over in front of him and while he moved up and down on Dave, he licked and sucked my dink and ball sack.

This went on for awhile. Jim never did enough to me, for me to get off. Dave was moaning on the floor and he told Jim, he was going to cum. He grabbed Jim's dink and pumped it really fast. Jim grabbed my ass and pulled me into his mouth hard and really sucked and used his tongue, while his mouth stroked my dink. I was seeing stars very shortly and I guess they both got off at the same time I did. When Jim was done and let go of me, I was all cleaned off. I watched him lick up his own cum from Dave's chest. We all got dressed and I went home. I haven't gone back with them since then, because I felt strange about the whole thing and wasn't sure what it meant. I think I might like to try some more with them.

"Well my brother here, is celibate these days," Jamie said, "but there's no reason why, we can't all get ourselves off, before we go to bed, if you guys want."

"I'm not celibate." Davey complained. "I just am not having any partner, other than Brian."

"You and Brian have sex ?" I asked unbelieving. I didn't think Brian would ever do any of those things.

"Well, that is part of being together in a relationship, Lenny." Davey answered. "But no, we haven't started doing any of the things you described. We will soon, though. Until then, I don't have sex with anyone else."

"Can we still all get off, tonight ?" I asked, uncertain if Davey would be a part of it. He nodded. They both pulled off their underwear and stretched out on their sleeping bags. They were bigger than me, but I had more hair over my dink then Jamie had. When they each stood up hard, Davey was by far the largest and Jamie was a little bigger then me. I stripped, too.

We all started stroking. Davey was using his left hand, because of his cast and said he would likely not be able to get off. Jamie offered to help, but Davey said, he would ask me to help this time, after I was done on myself. The thought of helping Davey to get off, was really exciting. Just thinking about it made me come close to getting off. I watched the others and noticed they both had clear fluid coming out of their piss holes. I asked and Davey told me about it and said I would soon start to have it too. I was starting to feel the feeling in my groin and Jamie said, he was on his way. He and I spurted at almost the same time and I had more cum than ever before. Jamie spurted six or seven times and splotches were left on his chest and stomach. We cleaned up with our underwear and then we both moved over to where Davey was still working.

Davey asked me to put my hand over his and help him steady his stroking. I did as he asked. There was something really sexy, about helping stroke the same dink my big brother stroked. It made it really special for me. Very soon, Davey groaned and let loose a flood of cum that was more like a stream than squirts. He flooded his chin, chest, stomach and dink hair. After he finished shooting, he just lay there panting. I took his underwear and carefully wiped him off. I held his dink and wiped the last dribble from the piss hole. It was exciting and seemed as if, I was doing something forbidden. Kevin's voice came from his tent, calling to us, it was time to turn out the lantern and go to sleep. Jamie turned the lantern off and we all crawled into our sleeping bags. It was the first night I slept nude and I loved it.

Denny was missing in the morning, but it didn't take long to locate him. We put our sleeping bags to air out, like Dale told us and we all walked up to the house to have breakfast. I really liked eating here. There was always a choice in the cafeteria. You could have pancakes and eggs, both. Everyone decided to go riding after breakfast. Gus and I had never been riding, but they took us anyway and we had a great time. Visiting here is always so great. It's going to be a terrific summer.

Anson - Sunday morning

I had been getting a little concerned. Other than a warm little playful interlude on Friday afternoon, when I had welcomed Digger home and being allowed to take some oral liberties with him on Friday night, there had been no serious sexual overtures at all. He was loving and gentle and caring, but he was certainly making no issue of claiming me as his. And I did want to be claimed, there were no two ways about that. I wanted him to possess me and hold me and make me part of him.

Friday night, when we went to bed, Digger had undressed me slowly, stroking each area of my body as he exposed it. He had kissed me and nibbled on my ears, lips and nipples. He dragged the tip of his tongue down the middle of my chest, outlined my six pack abdominals and dipped into my navel. He licked my hard cock and tight sac and the inside of my thighs. Turning me over, his mouth dragged over my butt crease and up my spine to nibble more on my neck and ears. I asked, if I could undress him and he allowed me to, but he wouldn't let me stimulate him. We ended up going to sleep, spooned together, him holding my hard cock.

All day Saturday, he had kept me stimulated. A touch here, a stroke there, a nibble on the ear as he leaned over to say something to me. I felt like my nerves were raw and exposed. I was concerned about swimming with the kids Saturday evening, because I had been hard almost all day. I had spoken with Dale in the late afternoon, telling him how frustrated I was about Digger's lack of action. I guess I expected him to commiserate, seeing as he had invested so much effort, helping me prepare on Monday and Thursday nights. Instead he really shook me up.

"You better pull your head out of your ass and face the reality of what's happening." he told me. "You have chosen to enter into a long-term relationship with a dominant man, who has agreed to honour you and the limitations you specified for your participation. You have given him control willingly, knowing his choices will determine your life style. Knowing that, you are here whining to me, because your expectation of what his choices should be, haven't been met."

"Anson, you need to decide right now, before this goes any farther, if you can live this lifestyle, or not. What's coming next is his choice. If you can't sit back and let it happen, at his discretion, then tell him now you want out. He's the boss and if you don't trust he cares for you enough to fulfill his obligations to you and your relationship, then you should not be in it. Make your choice, and then live with the outcome."

He wasn't angry with me, he just seemed disappointed that I hadn't grasped it yet. I went for a walk and really thought about what he had said. I knew I wanted Digger and he loved me. I knew, he would never harm me and I trusted him more than anyone I had ever known. Why could I not give up control to this man, knowing he would only use it to my pleasure and benefit. As I sat in the gardens, these thoughts running through my head over and over, Davey came and sat beside me. He didn't say anything, he just sat beside me looking at the ground.

"Do you need me for something ?" I asked, wondering if he was waiting for something.

"No." he replied, continuing to look at the ground.

"What's the matter Davey ?" I queried, becoming concerned about what was bothering him.

"I been sitting here, thinking about your life without Digger." he told me. "It's very lonely and full of regrets. It would be a shame, to let your father win again at this time in your life." Davey turned and looked at me. "It must be really hard not to see Digger as your father, ready to beat you, if you allow him control over you and then beating you anyway to try to take that control."

"I don't think, I can risk giving up everything." I said to him. "What will be left of me, if I do ?"

"Maybe the only way to keep someone from always trying to take control from you," he said, "is to give it all up to someone else. Then you have nothing to lose and someone to trust. You know, you can trust Digger." I nodded my head. "You and Digger will have a good life while you are together." I looked in his eyes and knew, he was certain.

"Thanks, Davey." I hugged him. "Guess my little brother can come to my rescue too, when I need it." We walked back to the building and I went to find Digger. He was in our room. I walked over and hugged him.

"I love you." I told him. "I'm sorry, I've not committed to you properly. I am yours, heart and soul. You are everything important to me and I give myself to you completely. Please let me be yours."

"I love you, too." he replied. He hugged me firmly and said nothing further.

Digger, Jason and Dale seemed to run interference for me during the evening swim session with the boys. I was so sexually stimulated, all it took was someone, anyone to brush up against me and I was hard most of the time. One of them was always nearby, keeping everyone, including themselves from getting too close to me. It was an awkward situation, but I believe we all handled it, drawing as little attention to me as possible. I saw Davey, sitting on the edge of the pool at one point, watching me and I felt he knew exactly what I was going through. I remembered back when he had been so horny he insisted on a guarantee I wouldn't stop, before I touched him. I certainly knew now how he felt then.

When we left the pool, I waited until the main group was out of the dressing room, before I entered the showers. Digger came to me and told me, he wanted me to go to Dale and Jason's suite, until he called me. They would not be there and I would have some time to myself. Every minute seemed like an hour as I paced in my friend's suite, wondering what Digger was doing that needed to exclude me. Finally my communicator went off and when I responded on the telephone Digger told me to come to our room.

As I approached the door to our room, I wondered if I should knock before I entered. I decided if the thought had occurred to me, it was worth pursuing. I rapped lightly on the door. Digger's voice commanded me to enter and I slowly opened the door and stepped in, closing it behind me. The room was illuminated by the light of about 200 candles, placed mostly around our bed. The air carried the scent of jasmine as it burned in two scent pots. The bed had been made up with white satin sheets. Digger stood at the foot of the bed. He wore only a pair of black leather pants and his leather boots. He was magnificent. His rusty coloured hair and green eyes capped 6'2" of perfection. Broad shoulders and hairless thick chest narrowed to a slim waist and sturdy hips and thighs. Whenever I thought of Digger from now on, this is the picture I would visualize.

I didn't hesitate for a moment. I dropped the robe I had been wearing since leaving the pool dressing room and stood naked before him. I was certain I could see the 7" of man meat in his form fitting pants begin to straighten. I focused my attention on the protruding knot at his navel and the hard, flat stomach muscles which moved so very slightly as he moved.

"Anson, come here." he ordered. I moved over to his side immediately and knelt by his foot. He turned and sat on the bed. "Take off my boots." I rose and did as I had been instructed. "Do you know what's going to happen tonight ?"

"Yes, Sir." I responded. My cock was like a rock. He moved up on the bed and lay down on his back, then motioned for me to crawl up over him. When I had done so, he told me to lay on his body as he drew my head down to his and kissed me. It was a gentle loving kiss and I relaxed on top of him, allowing myself to feel the tenderness and love he conveyed. His hands released my head and ran down my back, grasping my buttocks. He stroked and kneaded my cheeks as we continued to kiss. His fingers roamed my crease and played enticingly with the pucker.

"All right, Sunshine," he said to me, "help me get these pants off. The worst thing about leather is either getting it on, or getting it off." I rose off him and undoing the fasteners at the top of his pants, carefully lowering the zipper, so as not to snag any of his bared flesh, I exposed his dense, reddish, pubic bush and the solid man snake contained therein. Grasping the waist on each side, I peeled the second skin from my man. As I moved back up over his prone body, I was taken with an intense urge to lick his genital probe. I looked at it longingly and then up into his eyes as he nodded his head in permission.

He moved his legs apart, so I could have clear access to him. I hovered above his wand and decided to first lave the pink pouch which held two, firm orbs. I swabbed the pliable skin with my flat tongue. A hand locked onto my hair and pulled my face up even to his.

"Is that what you were given permission to do ?" he asked gruffly, looking straight into my eyes.

"No, Sir." I answered, just now realizing, I had tried to take control. "I'm sorry, Sir."

"Get it right this time." he growled, releasing my hair. I dove back down, tonguing his stretched shaft, swabbing the clear liquid from its head. "Much better, Sunshine." he commented. Digger reached over and grasped my thighs. He lifted the lower half of my body, up and over him, setting my legs down on either side of my head. Given my size, this was no mere feat and required massive upper body strength.

In this position, he pushed my knees so my back was arched and this brought my butt within his reach. I felt his hands grasp my ass and pull the cheeks apart and then his tongue attacked my hard barrier. It tickled and licked and stroked and drilled and in a matter of minutes, it had provided him open access to my most private places. Once in, he continued to stroke and caress my opening in a manner most pleasing and relaxing. I remembered the probing and stretching Dale had subjected me to and silently thanked him for making it so easy for my lover to open my portal.

One or two fingers were now probing me and massaging the muscles that would try to restrict entry. I didn't even realize three fingers were at work as Digger's saliva provided the lubrication that removed almost all friction. I had spent this time providing my own lubrication to the ram that would soon knock at my door. It was moistened and coated to the base as I coaxed it into my throat repeatedly.

"I think it's time to move around to different positions." Digger said. I moved off him and waited to see where he wanted me. "Lie down here, Sunshine." he instructed, patting the bed. I stretched out on my stomach and lifted when Digger moved a pillow over to support my middle.

"Digger, I want to look at you." I told him. He stopped for a minute and stared at me.

"If we do it this way, you can move away from me if the pain is too much." he coached me. "The other way, you have no escape route." I turned and looked in his eyes.

"I want this to happen." I vowed. "I have no intentions of getting away from you, ever." He only paused a moment, then he indicated I should roll over. I did so and he placed the pillow under my hips, raising my buttocks. He then moved in between my legs and I felt his fingers probe me again to insure I was still loose enough to receive him. His fingers left and I felt the head of his thick pole nudge the entry to my chute. He pushed forward and I felt a pressure. I'm sure I knew when the head of his shaft passed my muscle ring, but I felt no pain just a slight discomfort. Digger was watching my face intently. I knew he was protecting me, making sure I wasn't in pain.

"The first part is over." he said, leaning forward and over me. I could feel his hips moving back and forth ever so slightly. "Anson Tyler. I love you." he stated. "I claim you as my own. I will place my essence deep in you to mark my claim to you. Do you accept my claim ?" He was looking deep into my eyes and I into his. I answered his claim.

"Yes." At the same time I answered, he thrust deep into me in one movement. There was a pain, but I barely knew it as my lover's eyes held my total attention. Having buried his entire 7", he remained still, leaned forward and kissed me. While still kissing he slowly backed out of me. I suddenly felt so empty. Reaching the beginning of my tunnel, he slowly pushed into me again. Over time, he set a steady back and forth rhythm which my body joined. He shifted his angle slightly and dragged his massive ram over my prostate. I trembled and felt electric sparks flow through my abdomen. Noting this, Digger did it again and with a cumulative effect it hit me twice as hard.

Digger leaned down to me, trapping my engorged cock between us where it was rubbed and squeezed by the motions of our bodies. As Digger increased our pace the pressure and friction on my cock was becoming unbearable. The sparking as he scraped and jabbed my prostate became continual and I thought of a lighter being struck time and again without lighting. Suddenly, without any warning, I lit. My back arched, I gasped, my cock exploded and the sparks in my abdomen jumped to my brain. My world became fireworks and the sensation of floating.

Digger told me later I called his name over and over. My sphincter clamped so tightly Digger couldn't move, but the pressure sent him into a major climax and he fell forward on top of me as he zoomed beyond the stars in his own special realm. I remember clutching Digger's head and covering his face with little kisses while we both gasped for air. Later, we cuddled together, holding each other. I was different now. I belonged to Digger. He was my rock, my point of beginning. I was his. Throughout the night, we affirmed his claim four more times. We slept late the next morning and then affirmed it again.

Kevin - Sunday night

Saturday night in the tent with Denny and Gus was a new experience. I haven't really been around younger kids a whole bunch, so dealing with them is new territory for me. I remembered to get them to pee before we went to bed. Once we were in the tent, I thought they would just climb into their sleeping bags and go to sleep. It didn't work quite that way.

"Denny, do you have to do what Kevin tells you ?" Gus wanted to know.

"Well, kinda." Denny responded. "He's one of my big brothers and he's a lot older than me."

"I don't." Gus declared. "He's not my big brother. Brian's my big brother and I have to listen to him all the time."

"If you don't do what Kevin tells you," Denny continued, "you might get in lots of trouble."

"Why ?" Gus asked.

"'Cause Kevin is going to tell Dale and Dale will tell my Dad and my Dad will tell your Mom." Denny reasoned.

"Oh." Gus said. Then a sudden change in topic. "I had lotsa fun swimming tonight. Do you swim all the time ?"

"We usually swim at least once a day." Denny told him. "I got a new bike for my birthday. Do you got a bike."

"Yeah." Gus replied. "I can only ride with Lenny, `cause Mom doesn't let me ride on the street."

"Maybe Brian can bring your bike out here for the summer," Denny suggested., "then we can go riding when we want."

"I think it's time to be quiet for awhile to see if we can go to sleep." I told them. They were both quiet for about two minutes.

"What time do we get up, Kevin ?" Gus asked.

"We'll just see when we wake up." I answered. "And Denny, don't you wake everyone up early."

"Okay, Kevin." Denny replied. "What time is early, Kevin ?"

"Anytime before I wake up." I said.

"What if I have to go to the bathroom, Kevin ?" Gus asked.

"Then you use the same tree as you did tonight." I responded.

"Okay, Kevin." Gus answered. There was about 30 whole seconds silence. "What if I have to do more than pee ?"

"Then you go and see Dale in the camper." I suggested. 30 more whole seconds.

"I'm afraid to wake Dale up." Gus replied.

"It's okay, Gus." Denny comforted him. "You can wake me up and I'll take you to the house. Just don't wait too long `cause it's a bit of a walk."

"Never mind, guys." I relented. "You can wake me up and I'll take you to the camper. Now let's see about trying to go to sleep again." This time I got about a full minute of silence.

"Denny, you know what happened this morning ?" Gus asked. "Were you going to hurt Lenny ?"

"Not if I didn't need to, Gus," Denny answered, "and I didn't need to. I don't want to hurt anyone."

"Would you hurt me, Denny ?" Gus questioned again.

"No, Gus. You're my friend." Denny told him. "I would not let anyone hurt you."

"Fred Reynolds goes to my school and he tries to hurt everyone." Gus related. "He said he was going to beat me up, but Lenny had a talk with him and now he leaves me alone."

"Having big brothers is good sometimes." Denny conceded. "But sometimes they can be a bother."

"Okay guys," I called out so the guys in the other tent could hear me, "time to turn off the lanterns and get to sleep." I stood up and turned off our lantern. "No more talking guys. You have all day tomorrow to talk. Let's see if you can be asleep in the next five minutes." They were and I was not long after them.

When I opened my eyes is was daylight, it was warm and Denny was gone. I wasn't really worried, I could sense him being nearby and figured he was either with Davey, or in the camper. We found him with Dale, getting his morning warm up. We headed to the `castle' shortly and met Dad, Uncle Dean and Tim already in the cafeteria having their morning coffee. After eating, it was decided we would go riding. Digger and Anson hadn't come down yet, but Uncle Dean said to let them sleep. Our ride led to a swim which led to lunch. After lunch there was a family meeting in the Sitting Room. The late sleepers were with us by that time. I had the impression they weren't late getting up because they were sleeping. Anson was moving pretty slow and being really careful about sitting down.

Two really important things came up at the meeting. Uncle Dean showed us some architect's drawings of a house he was thinking of building right about where our tents were last night. The house would be our new residence. A home for all the family. He had plans of everything, from our bedrooms to the Living Room to the Laundry Room. He asked us all to spend some time looking it over to see if we had any ideas about it. It's a really nice looking building and I think it would be quite different than living in the `castle'.

Dad announced, tomorrow we were going on a trip, we being the three of us, him and Anson. We would be taking the camper and the tents and we would be camping out until Thursday. He handed out lists of the clothing we should take with us and told us there were duffel bags already in our closets. Tim tells me he knew about this and he is going to see his brother to clean up some outstanding business while we are away. All of us were taken by surprise, because Dad planned this and only he and Uncle Dean knew about it. From the looks of Anson, it may be more than he can handle if he has to sit for a long drive.

We saw Jamie and Digger off this afternoon. This is the last time they will be leaving like this. Jamie is done his exams on Tuesday and he and Digger come home for the final time on Friday. Next weekend, we have the big `End of Exams Dinner', so they will stop and pick up Aunt Debra next Friday on the way home. It was really hard for Digger to leave Anson. We could all feel it. They seem joined now. I find it interesting my brother could never establish a permanent relationship and yet we have a number of them here. Sunday dinner here is usually roast beef. There is always Yorkshire Pudding and gravy with it and I have become very fond of that meal.

We had an evening together in the Games Room. I practiced some darts with Anson and played some board games with Davey and Denny. The older guys played some pool and some cards. It wasn't an exciting evening, but it was nice just to be together. Even at something like this, it was apparent to all of us, we had missing members. It just felt incomplete. It's like you see certain people, you expect to see certain others. You see Jason, you expect to see Dale. You see Anson, you expect to see Digger. Maybe it will be different after awhile, but I really don't think so.

Dad took Denny up to bed at 9:00 and Davey went not very long after that. I don't think any of the boys slept too soundly in the tents last night and it has been a busy weekend for everyone. Tim and I went to our room before 11 o'clock. I had been away from him last night and we were going to be apart for the next three nights so we didn't go right to sleep. In fact, we didn't go right to sleep twice.

The Prophesy of the Guardians

The House of Chen, being both old and honourable, shall be the Caretakers of this vision of the yet to come.

From this time forth, one son will be born to the House of Chen in each generation to the number of 110.

These males shall be the Caretakers and shall guard this knowledge until its time arrives.

In the world of new beginnings, a Shogun (Leader/Prince) of infinite wealth, after being lost and found again by his Samurai (Warrior Chief) will both learn that their real riches lie elsewhere. To them will come four treasures to be nurtured and guided. They will father the four to manhood. . During the course of their growth, the Father will meet a fatal end. He will be held first and forever

Each Guardian will possess gifts.

One will hold the gift of dreams and control of the emotions.

One will hold the gift of looking into and influencing the minds of his fellow man and knowing truth.

One will hold the gift of communication and know all languages, written and spoken.

One will hold the gift of prophesy and he will be the catalyst to the power of the four.

Each will sense the presence of others.

Together, as one, the Guardians will hold a gift never allowed before to man.

There are dark forces and men who fear the power of the Guardians and would use it for their own purposes.

Care must be taken to preserve them while they grow and develop their skills. They must learn to love and trust, so that they may serve the needs of mankind.

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