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This is the third diary entry involving characters and events introduced in the series "To Fulfill a Prophesy". I strongly suggest reading the series before these entries to allow understanding of the characters and their relationship to each other.
TFAP Diary - 03 Kevin's Day Journal August 15th to 18th
Preamble
This month Tim has all his students keeping a personal journal as part of an English literature project. I decided to keep one as well, but my day book will be a little more detailed than Denny or Matthew might write. In years to come it may be interesting for me to look back and know what I did, thought and saw during this month.
Denny, Gus, Matthew and Davey spend their mornings in the classroom with Tim. I started going there as well to help out and now it is a regular activity for me each day. It's always fun. Tim has them do lots of different things and while they complete the tasks, they learn without even realizing it. I enjoy being there for many reasons. It's something Tim and I share in doing which in itself makes it special. It has also been a special opportunity for me to spend time and begin to know and understand Denny and Davey in a structured setting. It has allowed me to be a part of their lives and for them to rely on me for something.
I have had a special problem becoming integrated into the household. In effect, I am the big brother for the Guardians. In many ways they look to me for leadership for no other reason than I am the eldest. I have no experience or knowledge about younger brothers and my own experience as one is not appropriate to our lives now. However, I find I like being accepted in this role and am trying to live up to their expectations, which are minimal, but none the less important to me.
Denny is my greatest source of empowerment and I don't mean as the Fourth Guardian, although that in itself is a truth. When he comes to me and asks for my help, or looks to me to take the lead in something, placing his unquestioned trust in me to fulfill his expectation, I feel my abilities have no limit. Davey and Jamie do much the same thing, but Denny makes me believe I can do as he asks, or know what he needs and I do, just to satisfy his belief.
I think back to when I first arrived. I was so frightened and confused. Dale almost immediately became my rock. He stabilized my life by providing me with an environment and structure I could recognize and function in. Almost as quickly he moved me into a different structure where I learned to think and make decisions for myself. Part of that was deciding to ask for Tim, no matter what the risk or cost.
Now Tim has become the center of my life and I have learned, sometimes unwillingly, to stand at his side as his partner rather than behind him as his shadow. I still struggle with this sometimes, but when I falter both Tim and Dale are there to keep me from slipping into old habits. I have tried to tell them both how important their love and support has been to me, but in truth I can never express the full value of the things they have given me.
And then there's Dad. Ted has become fixed in my mind as the true father I never really had. He has patiently stood back and let me come to him, always ready to accept me, but never trying to impose himself on me. It has been a little strange because neither Tim nor Dale have pushed me or even pointed me in his direction, but I am drawn to him. I have wondered if it has to do with being one of the Guardians and because the Fourth Guardian has bonded to him, we may all be drawn to him. It's more than that though. He has an ability to look at me and see Kevin, the person. He sees me like Tim does and yet differently. I am still at a loss to be able to explain it, but he has become very important to me.
Recently a date was finalized for Denny and Davey's adoptions. I was surprised to realize I was feeling a little jealous, an emotion to which I am not accustomed. The thought crossed my mind I was going to be the only one who did not really belong in any permanent sense to the family. We had discussed the possibility of Dad adopting me, but I had never before really seen a need to formalize the arrangements we have other than to possibly reduce some paper work. Now the emotional part of it is actually having an effect on me. Dad has left the topic open and his and my relationship has changed and strengthened considerably since we first talked about the possibility. It is something I will have to think more about and consult further with Tim.
Uncle Dean is a man I would never have imagined to be like he really is. I have come to respect him very much. I could have lived here for years and never guessed the depths of this man. Wealthy beyond measure, he is still down to earth and humane in his dealings with everyone. His love for Dad is so obvious when they are together and like Dad there is so much love available for all of us it could never be used completely. He has demonstrated to me the real meaning of family. It is more than those related by blood, it is those related by love and caring.
Monday, August 15 What a great vacation this has been. Even the work periods have been fun and we have all learned so much about how the `Southern Belle' operates, we should be able to run it next year without very much supervision. Maybe Uncle Dean will let us form our own total crew. That would be totally exciting, if we planned and manned our own trip. Trouble is everyone would want to be the Captain.
Our mooring yesterday was beside an archeological dig and restructure of an authentic Native Peoples' Village. We spent the afternoon with members of the University Research Team and experienced how they do their excavating and map the dig sites. It was really interesting and I was allowed to stay on into the evening with the Professor when he found I could translate some of the picture writings that had been uncovered. I've decided, someday I'm going to do work like this, looking into the past and how different cultures lived.
We all seem to be pretty tired from the hectic pace we have followed traveling from location to location and then packing in as much as we could in sight seeing and visiting at each destination. Dad announced this morning the Captain had charge of today's stop and it would be a restful day.
After we had traveled for about four hours the course was changed sharply to starboard (right) and we went for half an hour more up a wide river into a huge, sheltered bay. The boat came to a full stop and the anchor was dropped. The Captain announced, we would be anchored here for the next 18 hours. This was an uninhabited area for miles around. He suggested we could fish or swim, relax or play games and if we wanted to just rest and look at the scenery we would likely see some of the area wildlife come down to the shore around the bay to drink the water.
Having a look around, I saw the area was strikingly beautiful. There was natural forest surrounding us, around the entire bay. The water was fresh, clean and clear. We had excellent weather with a bright sunny sky and the temperature hot enough to encourage swimming often. All task assignments were suspended for the rest of the day except food preparation and clean up. We all decided to pitch in, so no one would be working much or long and everything would still get done.
I have not had much opportunity to spend time with Matthew or Denny since we went to the playground at our first stop. Tim and I have hardly seen each other at all, as our work schedules have happened to be opposite to each other. It's not that I haven't had a great time, I have. It's just I haven't spent any time with those I am closest to and most familiar with. I guess the upside is I have spent more time with Lenny, Devon, Brian and Brendan, people I have up to now not known as well as the others. This has proven to be a positive thing and I understand and relate to these people much better.
Shortly after the boat had come to a full stop and the anchor had settled, one of the first sounds we all could hear were the whooping bellow of Gus, Denny and Matthew as they jumped from the front deck into the clear, cool water. I moved from where I had been sitting in the lounge to the bow of the boat, thinking about joining them in their play. As I stepped out onto the deck I saw three bare butts go hurtling over the edge of the boat as another series of "GERONIMO" was expelled in three distinct bellows which echoed from the nearby shore. Dad was sitting in a lounge chair on the deck watching the boys play. I sat beside him.
"What happened to their bathing suits ?" I inquired.
"Denny happened to them." Dad replied. "He has complained constantly on the whole trip about having to wear one while he is swimming. He never has to at home and he doesn't see why he should have to now. So when this opportunity came up, it was the first question he asked. The others weren't going to, if he didn't have to." As he spoke Jamie, Davey and Brendan ran past us and directly over the edge of the boat, splashing into the bay. They too had forsaken their swim suits and were immediately followed by Dale and Tim in similar undress.
"I guess this is the clothing optional part of the trip." I speculated, at which Dad just chuckled. I was actually glad we were going to have the freedom we exercised at home. I have become very accustomed to swimming nude and adjusting to a bathing suit in the water had taken some time when the trip started out.
Within a very short time almost everyone, including me and Dad, had joined in on the water activities and the only ones left were Mr. Chen, the Captain and our two college crew mates, Danny and Greg. They had changed into their bathing suits, but seemed hesitant to join in on the activities. We knew from bunking with them for the past five days they were not shy, so as their bunk mates, Davey, Jamie, Len, Brian, Devon and I felt responsible to make them feel included. While Danny was taken care of by the others, Davey, Brian and I grabbed Greg and wrestled him to the deck. Davey snatched his shorts and Brian and I grabbed his arms and legs and tossed him into the bay, then jumped in after him. Danny landed in the water at about the same time along with his captors. We all swam and played together for the next hour.
Up until that time, Greg and Danny had sort of been on the sidelines. Although they were involved with all of us, they did not seem to feel they belonged. I guess they felt they had an employee status and didn't realize they were included as part of the whole family. After this time, they became a couple more guys just like the rest of us.
Although in most ways this was a good thing, it did make a little problem which had been brewing for sometime move closer to the boiling point. When we had been aboard the boat during the July 4th celebrations, Greg had taken a more than casual interest in Brian. Brian thought it was amusing and although he did not encourage Greg's attention, he also did not discourage it. Davey was very much aware of what was going on and felt a little jealousy and annoyance, but not wanting Brian to think him possessive, did not discuss it with Brian or anyone else. Jamie knew and told me and I'm pretty sure Denny knew, but he did not acknowledge it, or do anything which would indicate he was interested in what was going on.
Since the trip had gotten underway, Greg had continued to be extra attentive to Brian. For awhile I believed Greg did not know there was a bond between Brian and Davey, but after bunking with all of us together for five days, someone would have to be totally sensory deprived to not catch on to the relationship structures, yet the game continued.
This evening, while I was in the lounge, I noticed Greg and Brian involved in a pool match, while Davey sat and watched them play. There was a good deal of teasing and kidding back and forth between Brian and Greg and there was also quite a lot of physical contact as Greg brushed up against Brian and casually nudged or poked him. Brian seemed to accept this as playful interaction and while he didn't return the contact, he didn't avoid or stop what was happening.
"How you doin' tonight, little bro ?" I asked as I sat down next to Davey.
"Fine." he responded without taking his eyes away from the pool table. I watched him and the game for awhile.
"You going to talk to me about this ?" I asked after a few minutes. He looked sharply at me.
"About what ?" he replied. I smiled at him and shook my head slowly. "I'm sorry Kevin. I just don't know what to say. I feel childish and possessive and I don't like the way that makes me think of myself."
"What about hurt and jealous and angry ?" I questioned. "Those are legitimate feelings. They need to be acknowledged as well."
"They make me feel even worse." he answered. "What am I going to do ?"
"Talk to him. Tell him about all these feelings and how much trouble you are having sorting them out." I advised.
"I can't. I don't want him to see me as a petty child, unable to deal with my feelings, making a big deal out of nothing." Davey said. "I'm a Guardian. I'm suppose to be the one who handles feelings. What use am I if I can't even deal with my own ?"
"Your ability as a Guardian is not in question here." I told him. "You have a new problem in a newly developing relationship. These are the things you are suppose to learn to work out. YOU, meaning the two of you. They can't be worked out when only one is aware a problem exists. You deal with this by tomorrow morning, or I'm going to have a talk with Dale and Dad. I'm sorry if that seems harsh, but it is another way of resolving the problem."
"Please don't do that." Davey said into my mind. "I will deal with this. I just have to find a way to get started."
"I love you, Davey." I assured him. "I will wait and give you the time you need, but you must do something, this will not just go away, even if the cruise does end in a few days." He hung his head, knowing I was aware of his plan, hoping to let it disappear. "The damage it is doing between the two of you will not leave when Greg does. You must repair that damage and help the wound to heal."
Later, I had an opportunity to speak to Brian alone.
"I have a pretty upset brother which means you have a pretty upset partner." I said.
"Davey ?" he asked. "He's not upset, or at least he hasn't said anything about being upset."
"People don't always say what they are feeling, Brian." I counseled. "Davey sees the way Greg is vying for your attention and he starts to wonder if he still has that attention. It's difficult for him to feel close to you, sleeping in an eight man bedroom, not sharing any quality time alone with you, being so young and feeling he is competing with someone closer to your own age and interests."
"I have no interests that don't include or center around Davey." he replied adamantly. "Greg is just goofing around, trying to be friendly."
"Brian, I'm your friend and I know you do not have a lot of experience in relationships, especially love relationships." I counseled further. "Greg is not just goofing around. You have not made it clear what you are doing with him is just a game. It's not clear to him and it's not clear to Davey. For all we know, Greg might believe you are just playing up to the boss's young son to score points. He doesn't know the score, he is just playing the game." Brian sat thinking for a long while.
"I can see how I've let this become way more than it should ever have been." he told me. "I will make sure Denny and Greg both understand where my love and devotion lay." With that he got up from where we were sitting and left.
"You must remember, you are also the mediator." Denny's voice came out of the darkness behind me. "Too often you view your role as small and ineffective, but in resolving small problems while they are small, you do service which can not be measured." He came over and sat on the lounge next to me and hugged me. "You are our big brother and sometimes there is no more important role anyone can fulfill. You can go where Dad or I can not."
It was one of those times I felt my gifts might have more value than I normally attributed to them or myself.
Later in the lounge some groups were sitting around in conversation while others played darts and poker. I was in a small group which included Brian and Davey. Greg strolled over to the group.
"Brian, come and play a couple sets at the pool table." he beckoned.
"Not tonight thanks, Greg." Brian responded. "I need to spend some quality time with my partner. We haven't been together much lately and I really miss him." He put his arm around Davey's shoulder.
"Come on." Greg coaxed. "You can play with Davey at home. Here there's all of us to have fun with."
"Someday you may understand the difference between playing at a relationship and having one." Brian replied. "Come here you." he said as he pulled Davey into a full embrace and kissed him passionately. "Why don't we go for a walk on the deck and look at the moonlight on the water ?"
Davey seemed in a daze over what had just happened, but wasted no time in agreeing to accompany his boyfriend for a moonlit walk. Greg stood and watched them leave the lounge. It was difficult to tell if the look on his face was surprise or disappointment. Whichever, the message had been delivered and received.
Tuesday, August 16. There is no need to write the events of this day in my book. Today is a day which I will never forget. Today we could have lost Matthew forever, we found a hero and I made a mistake which might have destroyed one of my most valued relationships.
It started out as another perfect day. Everyone was swimming and sunning again by mid-morning. The sun was bright and hot and the water in the bay remained cool and inviting. The Captain had indicated he wanted the crew to be ready to begin work for a noon departure and we all enjoyed our freedom and the activities right to the very last second.
At 12:noon everyone on duty had taken their station and the anchor was hauled aboard. The orders were issued and the engines engaged. The big paddle wheel started its circular journey and the `Southern Belle' began to move through the quiet waters, returning the way we had come. Everything seemed to be in good running order and we all quickly got back to performing our duties to make sure everything ran smoothly.
Matthew, Gus and Denny were on the forward deck playing with a beach ball. They had no duties until the evening cleanup, so they were enjoying some playtime as we got underway. Almost everyone else had some type of duty or personal straightening up to do, but those three would not be cleaning their room until Dad, or Uncle Dean, or Mr. Chen got after them. The only other person on deck at that time was Devon. He too was off duty and was just lounging in his bathing suit, catching a few rays.
One of the boys bounced the beach ball and as it rose a sudden air current caught it and whisked it toward the port side of the boat. Matthew had been chasing the ball when the wind caught it and seeing it headed over the side, he moved quickly sideways to block it from being lost. As he moved, his foot caught the leg of one of the tables which had been piled to the side of the deck so they would be out of the way. When he tripped, he fell sideways and back, striking his head on one of the guard rail supports while the force of his backward movement carried him under the guard rail and over the side of the boat, into the water. Devon had seen the entire event happen. He jumped immediately to his feet.
"MAN OVERBOARD! MAN OVERBOARD!" He shouted at the top of his lungs. "HELP! HELP!" he yelled as he grabbed one of the life jackets piled in a corner and leapt over the guard rail, into the water after Matthew.
"MAN OVERBOARD! MAN OVERBOARD!" Denny and Gus continued to shout.
I had been walking through the lounge when I heard Devon's first yell, so I ran out on deck just in time to see Devon dive into the water. The paddle wheel came to an almost immediate stop and the boat jerked suddenly as the submerged portion of the paddle created immediate resistance against the water.
People came streaming out of the various doorways to the decks. I had run down the deck at the port side of the boat and located Devon in the water holding the life jacket and someone else. I didn't know at that time it was Matthew. Suddenly Dad was there and Denny was explaining to him what happened. When Matthew's name was mentioned I felt sick to my stomach. A wave of panic passed through me as I looked around and located Tim. He had heard as well.
In what seemed forever, but turned out to be less than a minute, Devon and Matthew had been pulled in and lifted on deck. It was quickly determined Devon was fine, but Matthew was not breathing. I was seized by panic. I pushed my way through those standing between me and Matthew. Kneeling next to him, I placed my hand above his chest, prepared to begin a healing. Nothing happened.
"No." Denny said in my mind. I looked over at him and he stood next to Dad staring sternly at me. He was not going to allow me to heal Matthew. I felt my fear and panic turn to an anger within me the likes of which I can never remember feeling before.
"How can you deny me this ?" I bellowed at him, but the determination on his face never budged an inch. In the interim, Brian had knelt on the other side of Matthew and started artificial respiration. Within a minute, Matthew started sputtering and coughing and flinging his arms and legs. He was going to be okay, no thanks to my little brother, our all powerful fourth Guardian. "How could Denny of all people deny Matthew ?" I thought. "Has he gone crazy with power ?" Denny started to come over toward me, but I wasn't about to have anything to do with him right now. I stood up and left the deck, going directly to Tim's cabin where I sat and fumed.
A short time later, Tim came into the cabin carrying Matthew. As soon as I saw him I took him from Tim and hugged him tightly to me.
"Matthew, I'm so sorry." I half sobbed as I hugged him. "I tried to help you, but I just wasn't able to."
"It's okay, Kevin." Matthew told me, patting me on my back. "There were lots of people here to look after me. I didn't need your special help this time."
His words cut through all the anger and venom I was mulling around. He didn't need my special help this time. And if I had used it, he would have never been able to be helped by any of us again. Denny had kept me from making a terrible error. I could have wasted a gift when it wasn't needed and prevented it from being used again if it ever was needed. After I made sure Matthew was settled, I went looking for Denny.
"I'm so very sorry, Denny." I said when I found him and Dad. "I nearly made a terrible mistake and you kept it from happening. I really feel terrible about the way I reacted."
"It's okay, Kevin." Denny told me. "I was going to do the same thing as you and start to heal him. I just happened to be able to see a couple weeks from now and knew Matthew was well without having been healed."
"That doesn't excuse my lack of faith in your decision." I reflected. "I know the fourth Guardian would never risk his friend without being certain. I should have kept my faith in you."
"I can be wrong, Kevin." Denny replied. "You need to continue questioning and reviewing my choices. It is your responsibility as a Guardian and I expect you to do it." I hugged him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Yuck. You better not do that, or Tim will want to know why we're smoochin'."
Tim and I kept Matthew quiet in the cabin while we made the trip to our next stop which was a major port on the circuit we were traveling. As usual, arrangements had been made for our mooring. As soon as we arrived, a limousine met us at the dock and we took Matthew to a Medical Clinic to be checked over thoroughly.
Now, when I say "we" took him, it does not come close to summing up the number of people who were prepared, anticipating and lined up to go. Basically everyone on the boat, including the Captain felt it was their right and the proper choice for them to accompany Matthew. Uncle Dean eventually ruled it was up to Tim who would be going. Tim thanked everyone for their concern and willingness to assist. He suggested I go with Denny and Dale accompanying us. Everyone agreed and seemed to be satisfied with this selection.
The ride to the clinic only took about 10 minutes. We found we were expected when we arrived. Denny, Dale and I sat in the waiting room while Matthew and Tim were taken to an examining room. We were back to the boat within an hour. Matthew had been checked over and the bump on his head had been X-rayed. He was given a clean bill of health, although he was instructed to stay quiet for the rest of today. He was limited to one of the couches in the lounge and we all took turns keeping him company, reading to him and playing games with him.
No one expressed any interest in leaving the boat for the rest of the afternoon or evening, preferring rather to stay aboard and lounge around. The decks were fine through the afternoon for sunning and tans were worked on. I noticed Brian and Davey were practically joined together, they stayed so close to each other and I suspected they had managed to find somewhere to spend some quality time totally alone with each other.
At supper that evening, Uncle Dean rose and proposed a toast in congratulations and tribute to the heroic, quick thinking and actions of Devon in rescuing and saving Matthew's life. Devon was embarassed to the extreme, but you could see the recognition gave him more of the positive affirmation which he had come to appreciate. After dinner Tim, Matthew and I thanked Devon personally for his effort. I must say he displayed a modesty which showed the growth and maturity he had developed over the past weeks. Devon was truly becoming an exceptional individual.
Wednesday, August 17 I found myself still laying awake in my bunk this morning at 3:a.m. Those around me all appeared to be asleep and the symphony of deep breathing and soft snores did nothing to distract the activities of my mind. I had been aware for awhile Davey was able to reach out with his mind and interact with Brian. I had never before attempted to exercise my mind in this manner, but tonight I felt a real need for Tim. Clearing as much of the litter which had kept me awake from my mind as I could, I concentrated exclusively on Tim.
I found I could picture him laying naked in his berth, his face relaxed in sleep and wonderfully handsome to my eye. The thick mat of dark hair which covered his chest rose and fell as he breathed evenly. As I continued to concentrate, I could see his stiffened 9" staff lifting and falling slightly as he breathed and jerking slightly over his hairy sac each time his heart beat. The dark hair on his thighs and legs accented his manly shape and I realized the scene was causing my own cock to jut out luridly. I refocused on Tim's face.
"Tim. Tim, my love. Can you hear me ?" I projected thought to the image in my mind. He suddenly sat up in bed and attempted to look around the dark room.
"Kevin, where are you ?" he asked aloud.
"I'm in your mind, Tim." I responded. "Close your eyes and try to see me." He did as I instructed.
"I can see you, Kevin." he told me. "I can see you just as clearly as if you were here with me."
"You don't need to speak, Tim." I advised him. "I can hear your thoughts to me." I reached out with my mind and stroked his cheek. He jerked in surprise.
"I can feel you, Kevin." he whispered in my mind. "It's as if you were here with me. It's been so long since I've held you, your touch excites me unbelievably."
"I'm coming to you now, Tim," I said as I rose from my berth and started up to the next deck and down the passageway. When I reached his cabin door, Tim opened it and wrapped me in a tight hug as I entered his cabin. Our rigid members were trapped upright, tightly pressed into each other.
"I though you'd never get here." he whispered into my ear as he loosened his grip.
"I need to be with you tonight. Everything that happened today keeps running through my mind." I told him. "I can't stop it without you." We kissed each other gently and savored the feeling of possessing one another again.
"Come to bed." Tim instructed. I slid into his berth and he followed me. "It's not terribly big, but it has as much room as the sleeping area in a truck cab." We both smiled broadly as the memory of our first night swept over us. "Even now I can still tell what you're thinking." I though really hard about what I wanted to happen and Tim responded by laying back.
I slid down in the bed and grasping his long tool, I carefully dragged my tongue from the base to the tip, where I met a bubbling stream of clear, sweet fluid. I swirled my tongue around the spongy crown and then engulfed as much of his staff as I could manage. I have been practicing at every opportunity, but could still only work about 7.5" into my mouth and throat. That amount seemed to do the job though and as I massaged the crown with my throat muscles, Tim moaned and groaned. After a very short session, Tim grasped my arms and urged me off his stick and up to his head.
"I want this a little different than we usually do." Tim told me. "I want to look into your face tonight." He guided me onto my back and reaching up on the shelf over his bed grasped a tube of lubricant. Moving down between my legs, he bent and downed my penis to the base. Drawing back up, his tongue bathed the head while it was held snugly in his mouth. I stiffened and gasped, then panted rapidly. The sensations sparked my passions and I longed to feel my lover deep inside me. While stimulating me, Tim brought a well lubed finger to my rear channel and eased it into me. It didn't take long, or many jiggles of my button before three fingers were moving comfortably in and out of me.
Tim raised my legs to his shoulders and placing the head of his shaft against me, eased in slowly. The familiarity of his body with mine allowed him to merge completely and tightly with me. When we were united, I felt complete again for the first time since we had come on this vacation. Slowly, Tim moved his sword out and back into its sheath. All the while he looked deeply into my eyes and I realized our minds continued to be merged into shared thoughts and feelings.
I don't know why we had never made love like this before. I guess we had established a pattern which we liked early and just stuck to it. Tim and I had always been very comfortable with our sexual activity. We were passionate and caring, but we tended to do what we found to be comfortable and not feel any need to experiment. Since we have been together as a couple, there have been very few nights we have not slept joined together, none when we were in the same bed.
The speed of Tim's stroke increased and he moved to change his angle of thrust slightly. A sudden jolt through my nervous system confirmed for him he had found my prostate.
"I felt that." I heard Tim say. It took me a moment to realize he hadn't said it, he thought it. We were still totally mentally synchronized. I concentrated. I could feel the sensations he was experiencing as his cock moved in and out of me. He could feel my climax begin to climb throughout my body. This was an experience like nothing we had ever before encountered or shared.
Tim bent down and kissed me. I could feel his climax parallel my own and as we rocketed together my steely shaft gushed between us at exactly the same time and with exactly the same rhythm as his exploded deep within me. Our minds, joined as one, soared beyond our bodies and our lives and as one we experienced the bliss of escape beyond all bounds either of us had ever known.
It was a climax outside any experience either of us had ever conceived. Time itself stood still and I remember while being as one with Tim looking around and seeing our bodies frozen in time at the height of our climax as the feelings just kept coursing over and over through us. After an eternity of release and pleasure we came alive again with sudden gasps. Tim collapsed on top of me after guiding my legs down and we lay fused together for a long while.
"You were there and back with me, all the way." Tim stated. "That's the most unbelievable thing I ever felt or had happen." As usual, Tim was still hard and buried deep within me. We carefully rolled to our sides, keeping it that way and the next thing we knew, it was morning.
We went shopping this morning. All of us. There was a huge shopping mall in this city with over 300 stores. A fleet of four limousines arrived on the dock after breakfast. We divided into groups when we arrived at the mall. Tim and I were in the group with Dad and my brothers. Dale was with our group, keeping an eye on everyone as usual. Just before we met with the others for lunch at one of the mall restaurants, we were walking down the concourse.
"Dale ? Hey, Dale Savage." a voice called from behind us. "What are you doing here ?" Our whole group turned to see who was calling to Dale. "My God, you brought the whole family with you. And Ted, you're here too." We were all surprised to see Peter Reynolds, the man who had come to swim with us during the last reception at the `castle'.
"Hi, Peter." Dale responded reaching out to shake hands as Peter and the man accompanying him caught up to our group. "It's good to see you again."
"This is a surprise." Dad said, also shaking hands.
"Let me introduce my good friend." Peter told everyone.
"Luis Miguel Remes." I said with my mouth hanging open in surprise.
"The top scoring player in the National Soccer League." Tim added.
"I got you in my card in my collection." Matthew chimed in.
"Luis, I'd like you to meet the Tanner family and their guardian, Dale Savage and teacher Tim." Peter explained. "These are some of the guys I told you about after my last trip. Luis greeted all of us and shook hands with everyone. "How long have you been here and how long are you staying ?" Peter wanted to know.
Dad explained the trip we were on and that we were planning on departing about 3:p.m. this afternoon.
"No way, guys." Peter said. "You're going to have to put off leaving. Tonight you are all going to be my guests for dinner at the Stadium. I want you to see my team and our current home."
Dad explained Peter was the new owner of "The Diamonds", a team in the National Soccer League and this was their home location. They were scheduled to play tonight.
"That's very kind of you, Peter." Dad replied. "Come with us while we meet the others for lunch and we can talk to Dean about it."
It was amazing. At lunch, Peter remembered the name of everyone he had met at the `castle' pool that day a couple weeks ago. Uncle Dean introduced him to those he hadn't met. He had a natural ability to charm and befriend everyone he met. It was very short work for him to convince Uncle Dean and Dad they owed it to all of us to let him entertain us this evening. The clincher came when he got Matthew to ask Uncle Dean to stay. If Uncle Dean's mind had not been made up by then, there was no question about it afterward.
Luis Miguel Remes was a charming man who fit in with the group immediately. It was a special pleasure for me to meet him as I have been a fan for several years. Tim and I found out shortly after getting together we shared an interest in soccer and when Matthew came along, a walking information file about the National Soccer League, it seemed to confirm we were all meant to be together. Anyway, Luis proved to be an interesting man who was intelligent, sociable and notably seemed to take as big an interest in Devon as Devon did in him.
Luis was 23 years old, about 5'8" tall and came from Argentina. He had played in the League since he was 19. He was very handsome, with dark wavy hair, copper coloured skin and a killer smile. His soft, brown eyes were the feature of his face which you first noticed. He had a muscular build with solid shoulders and chest. His arms appeared well muscled in the short sleeved shirt he wore. A thin waist and wider hips were accented by the thick, solid thighs and calves which held tight the material of this slacks. It was pretty obvious that his basket was well packed and you knew his butt would be a mass of solid muscle.
Devon was, to say the least, very impressed with Luis. Once he had been introduced, he stayed close to the young athlete and joined in conversation with him at every opportunity. Up to this time, Devon had never really indicated a sexual preference to any of us. He had just never commented one way or the other. We knew he did not date much and he had never discussed relationships outside his family during our talks.
Promptly at 6:p.m. we arrived at the V.I.P. entrance at the Stadium. The first thing we noticed was that it was a very old building. A couple of the people in our group commented on this.
"One of the reasons Peter is not happy with his franchise being in this city is the condition of this building." Uncle Dean commented. "The building is owned by the City and they refuse to invest any money into improving it, even though the franchise brings millions of dollars into the City in business and customers."
An usher met us and led us all to a big reception room. When we entered, we found that the entire "Diamonds" team had assembled to greet us. Peter introduced each of the team members and then we all mingled. Tim and Matthew and I were totally in our glory. We knew all of these players and had watched many of them as they had developed into the great professionals they were now. The rest of the guys just found them a pleasant group to get to know.
"Gentlemen. May I have your attention." Peter stood on a small raised stage and addressed everyone. "I have an announcement which I know the members of the `Diamonds' will be happy to finally hear. First I want all the team members to meet Mr. Benton McAdams." He got Uncle Dean to go and stand beside him. "I know you were introduced to him just a few minutes ago, but you may not fully appreciate who he actually is. As you know, I have been very vocal about the facilities we have to play in here at our home location. I have been unsuccessful in convincing the City Fathers that we are an asset to this City and need proper facilities in which to play and entertain their citizens and visitors."
"The time of negotiations has ended. After discussions with Mr. McAdams and Mr. Tanner, McAdams Corp. have signed a contract with me to provide The Diamonds' with a brand new arena. The City known as The Home of McAdams Corp.', will soon also be known as `The Home of the Diamonds', when this franchise moves into its own new home and opens the season there next spring.."
A cheer and clapping filled the room, me being one of the most enthusiastic. "The Diamonds" Soccer Team was moving to our City, to a new arena McAdams Corp. was having built. The room buzzed for some time. Eventually the team members had to withdraw to prepare for the game to be played later. Our group then moved into a large dining room area, where we were served a delicious meal. Peter made a comment about having had the meal catered, because they could not count on the facilities in this building to produce anything edible.
The game started at 8:p.m. and a group of us chose to sit in the stands while some of the older guys went up to Peter's private viewing box. It didn't matter where we were, we all had a great time. And the `Diamonds' won. Luis scored half the goals and each time he turned and gave us a thumbs up signal. I kind of got the idea the signal was meant for Devon who sat on the edge of his seat for the whole game, rooting loudly for Luis.
After the game, Uncle Dean invited Peter and all the team back to the boat. Many of them came and enjoyed an impromptu party. I was the youngest person allowed to stay up, so I got to participate with Tim and all my heroes. It was beyond my wildest dreams. Davey was really pissed about having to go to bed at midnight, but in the end, as always, Dad's word is law.
Thursday, August 18 I woke this morning again in Tim's arms. We had not gone to bed until after 2:a.m. and I had slept soundly, wrapped in my man's arms and his love. As usual, we were joined together and when I started to move very slowly, Tim also started to move. The next fifteen minutes were spent in our pleasuring of each other. We did not unite mentally this time, we simply basked in the knowledge our sharing provided pleasure for the other. After a quick trip to the shower, we dressed and went to the main lounge.
It was 10:a.m. and most of the others were up and either enjoying the buffet breakfast or relaxing after having eaten. I was a little surprised to see Peter and Luis were still aboard. Peter was sitting with Uncle Dean and Dad. Denny was with them as was Jamie, Davey, Dale and Jason. I also noted Devon and Luis were sitting together on the other side of the lounge, talking. All the others were scattered around or coming and going.
When we said `good morning' to the group where Dad and Uncle Dean were sitting, we were asked to come and sit with them. After each getting a plate of food, we returned and sat down.
"We have had to make a change in our plans." Uncle Dean was saying. "Ted and I will be leaving the cruise this afternoon."
Excerpt from day notes of Dale Savage, Security Manager.
At 4:a.m. on Thursday, August 18 all was finally quiet aboard the `Southern Belle' paddle wheeler. The staging lights had been extinguished as the last of the visiting guests had departed over an hour before. The lapping of water against the boat's hull was the only sound as a hand covered by a skin tight black glove reached out of the water and grasped a mooring line. Stealthily a body slipped from the water onto the deck where swim fins and diving mask were removed and left in a pile.
The intruder's face was still covered in black as were his feet. The only visible part of this person were the whites of his eyes and the piercing green pupils. Carefully and quietly the sleek figure moved along the deck to the hatch entry to the lower deck where the cabins and their sleeping occupants were located. Slipping down the stairway the shadowy form moved from one end of the corridor to the other.
"What I don't understand," a young voice spoke out. The shadow turned quickly while drawing the knife from his belt and looked behind him. A young boy in pajamas and bare feet stood at the end of the hall. "is why you want to see my Dad this late at night." The boy reached up and brushed his red hair off his forehead.