Date: Sun, 05 Aug 2001 23:22:38 -0400 From: LJB Subject: To Fulfill a Prophesy Section 21 (LJB)(MM BB Bb 1st anal oral teen1b teen2b slow)(21/56) 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 21 Anson - Friday morning Davey said `good night' to every one as he and I climbed the stairs to the second floor. We went down the hall to his room and entered quietly trying not to disturb Denny. I looked over to Denny's bed and noticed he was sprawled across the bed, upside down and his sheet and blanket were pushed to one side and half on the floor. "He always gets like that when he first goes to sleep." Davey said. "Dad just puts him back where he should be and covers him up." I went over to his bed and picked him up, turned him around and set him down again. Davey had come up on the other side of his bed and handed the top of his bedding to me from off the floor. "Thanks." I whispered. "You don't have to be quiet." Davey said in his normal voice. "Once Denny's out, he's out until the next morning. Usually very early, the next morning, like 5:30 or 6 o'clock. You can set a bomb off beside him and he wouldn't budge. Watch !" Saying that, he picked up a book from the bed side table and dropped it on the floor. "Wham" the book hit the floor and Denny never even budged. "You could move him around three or four more times and he wouldn't wake up." Davey told me. It was really quite amazing. I never saw anyone sleep so soundly, not that I had much experience with other people sleeping. Davey went over to the closet and hung up his robe. Then he went into the bathroom and I could hear pee tinkling into the toilet bowl and water running into the sink as he brushed his teeth. When he came back over to his bed he removed his pajama top and threw it on the chair which was on the other side of his bed side table. I'd seen Davey naked several times, but this was the first time it actually registered what I was seeing. He was about 5' tall. He must have only weighed about 100 lbs. and you could certainly tell he was poorly nourished, but his body was not unhealthy, just thin. I'd noticed previously he had big feet. There were all the markings of him becoming a big man, his shoulders were broad, his chest was full and at only 14 with 20 more pounds, he could have passed for 16 or 17. His face was a give away though with its angelic quality. I imagine I thought of Davey as being small because of seeing him constantly with Ted and most people looked small with Ted. I even felt small around Ted. "I like to sleep nude, " he said as he crawled under his covers in his PJ bottoms, "but Dad reminded me if I am going to be crawling into his bed in the mornings, I might need something on to get me over there." He lay back and pulled his covers up around his chest. "So what do you want to talk about ?" he asked. I told him I just wanted to know what he thought about living at the `castle'. "I haven't really been here long enough to know everything about the place, but everything I've seen and done so far has been great. What do you think about it ?" "It's more than I ever expected." I told him. "I never thought a place like this existed, much less I would live and work at one." Davey was watching me. He had a curious look on his face and his eyes looked deep into mine, almost as if he were trying to read my mind. "You have something you want to talk to me about." he said, being very serious. "You are concerned about me and what you have to say is about being a brother. It's all right, Anson, I really like to think of you as a brother. Tell me, please." The kid floored me. I could not imagine where he gets these insights, but it certainly made what Ted told us earlier today more clear. "You're right Davey. I did come up here to talk to you about some specific things. I grew up on a farm way out in the country, where there was hardly anyone else around. I always wished I had a brother. An older one would have been able to help me understand all the things I didn't know about the world, about people and maybe even about myself. A younger brother would have been someone I could teach and help along with the things I experienced and he was still learning. But I was an only child and struggled along on my own, which sometimes might have been good, but mostly wasn't. Then I met you two days ago and all those things had had thought about came rushing back to me. I knew right off you and Denny were the younger brothers I had dreamed about for so long. But you are far more experienced and worldly than I am, so I can't teach you and help you along, because you are way ahead of me." "Your right, Anson." he told me. We are your younger brothers and I owe you a great deal already. You have been looking after me and teaching me and you haven't even realized it yet. Yesterday, you relearned a lesson in front of me and showed me how a man behaves with other men. This morning when I had a problem, you were compassionate and caring. You taught me I could trust and rely on you and you would not embarrass me when I was vulnerable. This afternoon, you showed you would protect me, even if I made an error in judgment, you were there. We have only been together two days and already I trust, admire, respect and love you as my brother." I could not believe how Davey understood things. I came up here hoping to help him and instead he was easing my mind. "Davey, I respect your privacy and realize you are more experienced in these things than I am. But as your big brother I would like to help you out when you have problems you find difficult." As I said this I reached over and placed my hand on his exposed chest. I then moved my hand downward pushing the covers down as my hand rubbed over his ribs, stomach, navel, under his pajama waist, over his pubic mound and wrapped around his already stiff pecker. As my hand made its trip, he lay perfectly still, holding his breath and looking into my eyes. The closer I came the bigger his eyes grew until, when my finger wrapped around his stiffness, he closed them tight, threw his head back and hissed a rapid intake of air. "Please don't start if you aren't going to finish." he whispered. I told him I wouldn't do that to him. "I trust you and I know you won't." I was rather surprised when my hand encircled his shaft. Even though I had seen him naked, both soft and hard, it didn't register on me how really man-sized this boy was. As soon as I stroked the shaft two or three times, he started leaking lubrication. I reached down with my other hand to push his pajama bottoms out of the way and Davey helped. He then lay stretched out with his eyes closed and enjoyed. I stroked his shaft slowly a few times and rubbed the lubrication escaping from the end slit around the sensitive head, then returned to a full stroke which included the now well lubricated head. Davey reached down with his left hand and laying it over mine increased the pace of the stroking. He was lifting his hips in little thrusts in rhythm with the speed we were now going. Groans and small whines came from Davey as he rolled his head back and forth across his pillow. I could see the crown of his penis enlarging and his balls lift up toward his body. With my left hand I reached up without even consciously planning to do so and squeezed the nub on his right pec. That did it. Davey arched his back, lifting his butt off the bed. "Oh, Anson." he gasped. "I'm theeeeerrrrrrreeee." With that he fired a bullet of cum which sped over his head and splattered on the headboard. The second shot hit to the side of his head on his pillow. Three, four and five tracked down his body from his neck to his navel. The balance gushed over the crown and ran down on my fingers. I maintained my stroking throughout his climax and now quickly reduced the pumping action until I stopped all together. Davey was panting and still coming down from his climax. I resisted an urge to lick my fingers. I was there helping Davey, I was not there for my own sexual gratification, although as Dale had told me, guiding someone to reach a level of enjoyment gives a great deal of pleasure. Going to the bathroom, I brought a warm, wet cloth and a towel back to the bed. Davey was still experiencing an after glow and lay contentedly just as I'd left him. I wiped the semin from his body and dried the spots then tended to the pillow and headboard. His shaft returned to about 4" of floppy skin and as I pulled his pajamas into place he lifted his bottom to help. I sat down on the side of the bed again and he turned his head and looked at me. "You may never know how much I needed that." he told me. "Would you be insulted if I offered to suck you in return `cause I can't use my hand ?" "I'm not insulted, Davey," I told him, "but the answer is `No'. I would not have done this for anyone your age, except a brother in need. And only because you couldn't do it for yourself." "I understand." he told me. "It's the same as my not using Denny to do this for me." I nodded. "Then, thank you, Bro." He sat up and gave me a really big hug which I readily returned. "It's time for you to get to sleep." I told him. I pulled his covers up around him and he snuggled down into bed. I headed for the door and I think he may have been asleep before I exited his room. I considered going downstairs again to see if Jason and Dale were going to invite me for the night or not, but decided they deserved a little time to themselves. Being the third party in a couple could seem intrusive after a while and I did not want to become too much. I appreciated the care and love they were providing to me and I did not want to risk disrupting any part of their very special relationship. When I reached my room, which was just around the corner from Davey and Denny's, I decided to go straight to bed and make up some of the hours of sleep I surrendered last night. I showered and crawled between the crisp, fresh sheets on my new bed and lay thinking about the whirlwind of events that occurred over the past five days. Last Sunday morning, after some severe words with George, my partner on the previous night's shift, I was about to enter my apartment building, after the long bus ride home when two hulking men approached me. At first I thought from their demeanor, they were from Internal Affairs and the shit over last night's fiasco at McAdams Plaza was about to start hitting the fan. Then they introduced themselves and identified where I had seen them before. I remembered them immediately as I had watched them at the crime scene and thought how hot they both were. They invited me to go and have breakfast with them so we could talk and after considering it for a moment, I could see no problem. We drove in their car to a small cafe I knew about, where the food was delicious and plentiful, yet the prices were within my range. We ate and talked for almost an hour and the more time I spent with them the more I liked them. They were friendly, forward and plain talking and I felt comfortable, something I never experienced when interacting with others, especially two such appealing hunks. Before I knew it I told them how unhappy I was with this Police Force and the attitudes which I encountered daily from fellow officers. They listened and were very supportive of the way I conducted myself at the incident they attended. I even told them about the argument with George afterward and my threat to bring him up on charges. They told me they would be meeting with their boss and Mr. McAdams later that day and suggested they might be able to find me employment more to my liking. We parted back at my apartment building and they asked if I would like to go out with them some time soon. I told them I was not much of a drinker or party animal and they assured me they were not either. I wrote down a phone number to reach them and we agreed to set up something soon. As I walked into my apartment I thought, maybe finally I would make some friends and not feel so alone anymore. Late Monday afternoon the telephone ringing woke me. I had a really bad night with George on our shift last night, with him telling me I wasn't supporting him over this McAdams matter. Even though I was waking from 8 hours of sleep, I still felt tired and groggy. I answered the phone. "Anson Tyler ?" the voice at the other end of the phone asked. I confirmed it was me. "This is Ted Tanner, the Chief of Security at McAdams Corp." the voice announced. "A couple of my men have given me an outstanding recommendation about you and suggested, you might be interested in leaving the Force and joining with us." So far he had made statements, but I could hear a question implied. "Would you be interested in meeting with me tomorrow at 1:00 p.m. to discuss your future ?" I was stuck. I was very unsatisfied with my present and its future prospects and yet the uncertainty of a change was very threatening. But then, what did I have to lose ? I told Mr. Tanner , I'd be pleased to meet with him. "Very good. I'll look forward to seeing you in my office on the top floor of McAdams Plaza at one tomorrow afternoon." We said good bye and the appointment was set. George was beside himself on patrol that night. He had tried to get one of his cronies at Juvenile Authority to keep Mr. McAdams from gaining custody of the boy, David Curry, and McAdams lawyer nearly called in the Chief on them. The result was that the boy was totally isolated from George's influence and if the investigation went to Internal Affairs, they would find out he had prior dealings with the boy. I pushed him to know what dealings and he was so rattled he actually told me. I was sick. I actually made him stop the cruiser and I vomited. That settled it for me, no matter what happened with my interview, I was done. I turned in my resignation in the morning before I went off duty. Tuesday afternoon at 1:00 p.m. I was sitting in Mr. Tanner's office, so nervous I'm sure he must have noticed I was shaking. He was really nice and friendly and what a good looking, massive man. It's a good thing I was nervous, or I likely would have been fighting with an erection. "You must have been pretty sure of this job after I called you." he said. "Resigning from the Police Force should maybe have waited until after it was offered to you." I told him, I was leaving whether this job came through or not. "Why ?" he asked. I stopped and looked at him, but his face gave no indications of what he may or may not have known. As I looked into his light gray eyes, I decided this was not a man you mislead, or lied to. I told him everything. It all poured out as if he were my Father Confessor. He sat and listened to my every word without interruption or question. When I had finished I still didn't know what was going to happen, but I knew I felt an awful lot better for having unburdened myself. "When I called you to come for an interview, I already knew a great deal about you." Mr. Tanner told me. "I knew your school marks, what your teachers thought of you, what your peers thought about you, what happened at the Police Academy, how your work evaluations graded you. I knew these and many more things. What I did not know is what kind of man you are. I believe I know now. You are a man of respect, who has values and a conscience. You have feelings with which you struggle, but you are not too afraid to let your good judgment guide you, instead of those feelings. You are honest and you care about others. You are also the kind of man I would be proud to know and have as part of my staff." I was very impressed with the sincerity of his words and felt elated he would see me in such a positive way. "I have two positions open for you to consider. The first is an investigator position which will allow you world travel, checking out documentation and doing fraud investigations and researching personnel histories. The other is not really a job, it is a career commitment. It involves being a live-in member of a small team, providing personal service and security for a man and his family, which will involve personal interaction with adults, children and colleagues. The first job will be quite routine after you do it a couple years and the second will be varied and sometimes challenging no matter how long you do it. I should warn you that the second job will tie you to lasting relationships which will remain with you the rest of your life. I need your decision before you leave this room. Both start tomorrow." "I don't even have to consider my options." I informed him. "I spent my youth alone and without relationships and the first job would leave me the same way. The second job will allow me to experience other people and their lives and maybe allow me a life of my own with others. I choose the second job." "I'm very pleased to hear that." he told me. "It's the one I would have considered best for your skills and personality. Welcome to McAdams Corp. I will have a car take you out to the `castle' and you will meet with Mr. Chen, the Head of Household. He will fill you in on accommodations and arrange your move. We will all see you tomorrow, when the family arrives home." He shook my hand and sent me out to his secretary. As I was leaving, I saw Mr. McAdams, who I had met at the incident Sunday morning, and he nodded to me as he went into Mr. Tanner's office. The rest is history. I couldn't believe the estate when I arrived for orientation with Mr. Chen. A few things from my apartment were moved out to my new room and most of the rest I give away. Wednesday morning I returned to McAdam Plaza and started orientation. It was great when I learned, I would be on the team Jason and Dale were on and it was Mr. McAdam's family we were providing security for. The concept that I was to become a member of the `family' just blew me away and now it was fact. As these thoughts ran through my mind, my communication button vibrated and my bedside telephone rang. "Where are you ?" Jason's voice asked when I answered the phone. I told him I had thought I would just go to bed and catch up on some sleep. There was a pause as he spoke to Dale in the background. "We're coming up, be there in a couple minutes." With a click, he was gone. Oh well, I thought, this may not be too early a night after all. A couple minutes later, there was a tap at the door. When I opened it, Jason and Dale stood there wearing their bathrobes. In they came. "We waited for you awhile in the Games Room and then in our suite." Dale told me. I explained again about getting a good night sleep. "Didn't you sleep well with others in the bed last night ?" I told him I did, but it was late before we went to sleep. "Well, we don't have to be so late, we can just go to sleep." With that they both dropped their robes to the floor and climbed, naked, into my double bed. "It's a little more crowded than last night," Jason said, "but we'll just cuddle that much closer." They pulled me into the middle and switched out the lights. We all snuggled together front to back and within a very few minutes I was sound asleep.