Date: Tue, 21 Aug 2001 00:59:49 -0400 From: LJB Subject: To Fulfill a Prophesy Section 30 (LJB)(MM BB Bb 1st anal oral teen1b teen2b slow)(30/56) 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. ********************* The vote so far: Rewrite (no D & D) - 6 Leave as is - 10 Mixed feelings - 4 To keep this from dragging on, I will give you my decision with the next release. ********************* To Fulfill a Prophesy Section 30 Jamie - Monday morning, early When we landed at the airstrip on Sunday afternoon, I really felt like I was finally home. The weekend away was great, but I just didn't have that feeling. It's a little strange, because since I was three, I have never really lived here, only visited. I guess with Mom having married several times and each time a new residence was involved, I have just always thought of the `castle', as home. Davey told me about Kevin on Saturday night before Dad and Uncle Ted made their announcement Sunday morning. He warned me Dale would have to become involved with and help Kevin, before he would be able to join with us properly. Dale would need all the support we could give to him and we stayed with him through the flight to provide him with all the clarity and energy he needed to help him resolve the problems and see the proper answers. We knew Dale loved all of us and we felt a special bond to him. Dale did not always demonstrate a lot of his feelings, but they were definitely there. This weekend with Davey had been such a big help for me. I was able to understand a lot of the feelings and dreams I've had over this past year. Davey was able to answer most of the questions I asked. He told me about Prophesy and explained the parts to me, so I knew how we would work together. I'd experienced my gift on some occasions, but I'd not understood why it happened. Davey said he became aware of his gifts when he turned 13 just as I am about to do and they would start quickly to get stronger. One thing I always was able to do, was tell when someone was lying. One of the reasons I liked being with Dad, Uncle Ted and Mr. Chen so much, was I'd never known them to lie. Of course, each of them was very hard to read. It must have something to do with their martial arts training in focus and concentration. I had a strange impression when I was with Uncle Ted and my Dad. Uncle Ted was not lying to Dad but he was not telling him the whole truth about something and not doing so was very upsetting to him. I mentioned it to Davey and he said it was about Prophesy and he was going to talk with his Dad about it. Mr. Chen took Denny, Anson, Mr. Bailey and me upstairs to our rooms, when we arrived at the `castle'. My room was the same one I always had, across the hall from Dad's suite. It was exactly the same as the last time I was there, except the closet had been cleaned out of the clothes that would not fit me any more. There was lots of room to hang up the few things I had with me. I knew Davey and Denny had the room next to me, so I went over there to stay with Denny until it was time to go for supper. Mr. Chen came in to tell us supper was to be delayed an hour and if we wanted anything to snack on he would have it brought to us. We decided to wait until we ate dinner. Mr. Chen was going to take Mr. Bailey to his room, which was somewhere in the other wing of the upstairs, but Anson told Mr. Chen they would be using his room, while Mr. Bailey was here. I think Mr. Bailey and Anson had really gotten to like each other while they shared their room at the `cabin'. I was glad Mr. Bailey had made a friend on this visit. He seemed to get along with everyone and I know my Dad liked him. When we went downstairs with Mr. Chen to dinner, we were introduced to Kevin. I could tell he was very confused and he had a lot of things going through his mind. He was very focused on Dale and there was also a focus on someone named, `Tim' and it was associated with a sense of loss, separate from the loss of his family. His emotions were very mixed up and he was frightened, but the more he focused on Dale, the more his anxiety eased. Davey was correct, Dale would be the answer to Kevin straightening out his life and his mind. In his present condition, Kevin did not even recognize who he was, much less that we had any relationship with him. After dinner, Mr. Chen was going to take Kevin up to see his new room. This caused a great amount of fear and anxiety in Kevin. I looked at Davey and he too noticed the shift in Kevin's mood, but I also felt Dale was rapidly becoming aware of it and we both knew he would handle the problem. While that group went to check out Kevin's room the rest of us went down to the Games Room. Denny was very quiet and didn't want to play any of the games. He went over and sat on Anson's lap and just rested. He must have been tired from the weekend away. Everyone was talking. "Jamie." Dad spoke to me. "Have you enjoyed your visit with all of us this weekend ?" "Yes, Dad." I told him. "Everyone was great, but I especially liked having some time with you, again." He seemed happy with what I had said. "I was wondering if you would consider, coming back here on Friday afternoon and spending the weekend with us, again ?" Dad asked. I told him I would really like to and asked if Mr. Bailey could come again. "Mr. Bailey would be welcome to come and spend the weekend," Dad answered, "or if he prefers, we will give him a ride down here and he can have a weekend off, to do as he pleases." "I thank you, Sir," Mr. Bailey said, "for your kind offer. I think everything I want next weekend, will be here and I would be pleased to accept your invitation." He was looking at Anson while he spoke and Anson turned red. "Everyone should know Kevin is going to have a problem settling in here." Uncle Ted told us. "Dale is going to help him and I want you all to please let Dale deal with Kevin even if it seems Dale is being hard on him. You all know Dale cares very much about all the boys and as difficult as somethings might seem between him and Kevin, Dale's love and caring will see it through. If you have any questions come and see me." What he said was not meant for anyone in particular, but all of us in general. Davey told me sorting Kevin out would not be as hard as it first seemed. He said fate was going to provide us with another key to help Dale resolve the problem. I knew there was a part of Dale that could be extremely hard and he kept it tightly controlled. I still liked him, very much. It was suggested we all go swimming and everyone seemed to think it a good idea. Anson said he would call Dale and Jason and let them know. We all headed to the swimming pool and were quickly in the warm water swimming and playing. Davey handled the limitation on his activity, because of his cast, very well. He usually spent quite a bit of his time with Denny, who was getting much more sure of himself in the water. They played with the floater boards and used them as docks and boats. Denny was not very into the water activities this evening and spent most of his time sitting on the edge of the pool, dangling his feet in the water. Kevin came out of the locker room with Dale and Jason and immediately dove into the pool. I sensed he was feeling better and he would be staying with Dale and Jason instead of in the room which had been selected for him. This seemed to have made a big difference for him and the stress he had been having. Kevin was a good swimmer and sliced through the water with a nice steady stroke. We sure could use him on our swim team. When the war game started he was instrumental in getting it going and really attacked Uncle Ted and Jason. Everyone had lots of fun, but I noticed again Denny spent most of his time holding on to the side of the pool and not doing much else. He must have had something on his mind, but I had no idea what. After swimming, we all showered and after drying, put on robes. We went back and sat around the Games Room for a while. Davey and I watched television for about an hour and finally decided we'd had enough. We said `good night' to everyone. Dad and Uncle Ted said they would stop in on their way to bed in a short while. Davey and I went up to my room. I didn't realize Davey had never been in my room before. He looked around and found it was just like his except I had only one bed, a double. "I guess we should spend our time in here when we want to be alone." Davey smirked at me. "Well, seeing as I don't have a room mate and I have a double bed, I guess so." I teased him back. We laughed and talked. He looked at the books I had in my bookcase. I showed him a couple I really liked, but he didn't seem too interested in books. I put on a CD. Although I had not been here for quite a while, I knew Mr. Chen would have seen that a selection of current hits was on the shelf, so I found one I liked. We sat and listened for a while. "Are you going to come back tonight, after our Dad's say their `good nights' ?" I asked Davey. "Sure am." he replied. "Do you want me to use the secret passage, so no one sees me ?" "What are you talking about ?" I asked. "What secret passage ?" "You don't know ?" Davey questioned me. "I figured you would know about the passage between our rooms." He got up off the couch and proceeded across the room into my closet. Instead of turning right, to where the clothes were hanging, he went straight to the wall. That wall would be the common wall between our rooms. Putting his hand up on the wall molding, he pulled and a small section of the molding flipped forward. As it did, the wall panel in front of him slid up out of the way and I looked through into the closet in Davey's room. "Cool." was the best I could manage at this point. "Who else knows about this ?" "You tell me." Davey responded. "It's your house. Who had these rooms before us ?" "They were guest rooms before I had this one and yours was always a guest room, or a security man's room." I told him. "Maybe no one else knows." "No one, but our Dads." Davey speculated. "They seem to know this place inside out." He then flipped the molding up and the panel slid back down into place. We just sat down in the lounge area, when Dad and Uncle Ted knocked and then came in. They were heading for bed and came to say `good night'. They came over and hugged both of us. Uncle Ted reminded Davey not to stay up too late, because the teacher would be here tomorrow and his and Denny's schooling would be starting. Davey said he had forgotten all about it and suggested maybe it should be delayed for a week or two. Both Dad and Uncle Ted laughed. As they were leaving, Uncle Ted turned to us. "By the way, if you two decide to use the sliding panel, for your night time visits, make sure you close it. There is quite a draft when it's left open." he said. He closed the door as he left. Davey and I started to laugh. We should know very little slips by either of our Dads, even if they don't have the benefit of our gifts. We sat for quite a while, listening to the CD and then we played a game of Nintendo. I won, but Davey played a good game. I went over and lay down on my bed. Davey came over and stood by the side of the bed. I suggested maybe he should lay down beside me for a while and make sure this bed was as comfortable as the bed at the `cabin' had been. He got a big smile on his face as he climbed onto the bed beside me. "You want to play around a little tonight, before you go to bed ?" I asked him. "No." he answered and I felt immediately disappointed. "I want to play around a lot." He told me with a big smile. I leaned over and punched him lightly on the arm. "Davey, are we in love ?" I asked him. He stopped and thought for a minute. "I love you," he told me, "because you are my brother. The same way I love Denny." "I'm glad," I confessed, "because I feel the same way about you. I just didn't know if, because we enjoy having sex with each other, it meant we were in love." "No, I don't think it's like that." Davey said. "Sex can feel good with anyone, even just with yourself. It's special when you have feelings for someone, like you and I do, but it's really special when you are in love with your partner." "You mean, like with our Dads ?" I questioned. "Yes," he agreed, "they have that special feeling for each other. Like Jason and Dale and like Anson and Digger." "Do you think Mr. Bailey is in love with Anson ?" I asked. "I think they are working things out right now, but they are well on their way." he answered. "We are really lucky to have so many loving people around us who are willing to share their love with us as well." "Yeah." I agreed. "I sure hope I can spend more time here. The way Dad is now, I think he will have me come often." "Jamie, I know you don't invade your Dad's thoughts," Davey said, "but how would you feel if he asked you to come and live with him. With us all." I didn't even have to think about his question. "In a minute." I said. "I would give just about anything to live here permanently and I hope it will soon happen." I was really encouraged by Davey suggesting this, because I knew Davey often knew what people were feeling and how they were going to act. I reached over and slowly stroked Davey's upper leg, under his robe. He sighed and I moved my hand up and stroked his balls and sac. He had a few hairs on his sac and I played with them. His sac was always so loose and pliable that it moved around freely and even with his big balls, there was lots of room for them to move. He was laying back enjoying the feelings my hand was causing. I moved up into the hair above his pecker. It was always nice running my fingers through it and I hoped when I had finished growing, mine would be thick and plentiful like his. I moved my hand up and undid the belt of his robe, pulling the sides apart so his body was fully exposed to me. I could see the crown of his pecker was wet and there was moisture sitting in the slit on top. He made me turn around on the bed so he could reach me as well. Davey had never commented on my equipment being so much less than his and I wished I would grow soon so he could have as much to enjoy as I had with him. We did not need to stroke each other to extend our rods, as both were at their maximum, before they were even touched. We both started licking and sucking and were well headed into the final stretch. Suddenly, we both just stopped and sat up on the bed at the same time. We looked at each other. "DENNY !" we both said at once and ran for the door to the hallway. When we reached Davey's room and went in, Denny's bed was empty. We heard a noise from the bathroom and running over to the door, turned on the light. Denny lay on the floor, by the toilet, unconscious. There was vomit all over the floor. Davey raced to the telephone and pressed a button. "Dad," he said into the receiver, "come quickly. Denny's dying. Digger - Monday morning I've never been in love. Until now. I've also never been two nights with a man without screwing him. Until now. The thing is, although I would really like to make love with Anson, just being with him has been enough. We've had sex, lots of it. For a virgin, who's just starting out, this man, my man, has to be a natural talent. He has done things to me and with me, that have given me feelings like no one else ever has. I get so involved with him, I practically lose myself in him. He is so strong and handsome and beautiful and all he wants is to belong to me. Sometimes having him, is the only thing in the world important to me and yet the responsibility of having him, as mine, seems so gigantic. Maybe that is the part of love I have never felt before. The responsibility of caring for another person as much, if not more than for myself. After we had the discussion with Jason and Dale on Saturday night, we went to bed and talked. We didn't chit chat, we really talked. We talked about what was important to each of us, we talked about what we expected from each other. We talked about what we were prepared to give to each other. And we were honest, damn, blunt honest. We each had some things the other didn't like and instead of skirting around them, we met them head on and came to resolutions. In the end, we understood each other and we now have no reason to play games with each other. We have decided, honesty above all, even if it hurts. We will help each other deal with the hurt. I believe Anson trusts me now and I now know what his absolute expectations are. All this and I still want him. And he wants me. Although we are staying together this trip, we have discussed me having my own room, when I come back on further visits and then finally to stay. We are going to go at this slowly and do not want to place ourselves in any awkward situations, such as having a disagreement and my having no where to go separately to give ourselves time to think things out. And we expect to have some disagreements, but I hope never to the point I need somewhere to go. But then sometimes alone time can be a constructive thing. It can make you appreciate being together. We were laying together in bed on Sunday night, my first night in Anson's room and apparently only his second, when he asked me the question. "If I asked you, Digger, would you make love to me ?" I knew what he meant. He didn't mean the sex we had enjoyed the last two nights. He meant all out, all the way, full penetration, home run, sexual intercourse. "No." I responded. That's what I said and as a matter of fact, it was the truth. "That's what I though." he responded. "One of my limitations was I would not have intercourse with a man, until I was in love with him and I believed, he was in love with me. We are agreed you are dominant in our relationship. Once I indicate to you my limitation has been met, it becomes your decision as to when you will make love to me. In the end it will be your decision." "Digger," he said, "I love you and I truly believe you love me." I realized he had just told me his limitation had been met. It meant, the ball was totally in my court now.