Date: Fri, 13 Jul 2001 09:31:10 -0400 From: LJB Subject: To Fulfill a Prophesy Section 6 (LJB)(MM BB Bb 1st anal oral teen1b teen2b slow)( 6/60) The following is a pure work of fiction and is the property of the author. 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 have encouraged me to continue with the presentation of this series. Hope that you continue to enjoy. LJB To Fulfill a Prophesy Section 6 Dean - Friday afternoon It hardly seems possible that a full work week has passed since we first met Davey, but here it is Friday afternoon and true to my word, I am leaving my office at 12:oo noon Dale is driving and that means I have some time to think about all the activities that have been happening. After our meeting on Sunday afternoon, Dale and Jason headed out to meet Mr. Chen at the `castle'. As they traveled along the highway, they could see in the distance, four bright spots reflecting the sun's brilliance. An address on a stone pillar bearing the carved name `Hillsborough', announced the proper entry to the estate property. Turning off the road, they proceeded on the paved drive, passing through a glade of tall trees, which totally obscured any view of the site from the highway. Emerging from the grove, they stopped the car and stared in amazement at the view ahead of them. A massive building which truly resembled a castle, from the middle ages, with rounded turrets at front and back corners and sharply slanted copper roof on each turret, sat amid acres of gardens and hedges. The roadway continued up to the front entry and then on, to circle out again to the highway. They continued along the drive and parked in a designated area, near the front entry arch. As they walked toward the entrance, they were amazed at the beauty and colours of the gardens, which stretched in every direction. The sound of running water drew their attention to the fountains and waterways, which flowed throughout the grounds. It was in a single word, spectacular. Arriving at the front door, Dale reached to press the bell button, but the door slowly opened before he did so. A small oriental gentleman, about 4 feet tall, stood in the middle of the doorway and politely bowed to the two, handsome, muscular men. "Good afternoon, Gentlemen" the small man said, in a clear slightly accented voice. "I am Chen. We are most pleased to have you join us." Jason and Dale were at a loss as to how to respond to this greeting and figuring, imitation was the greatest form of flattery, they each returned the bow and replied, "Thank you, Mr. Chen." They then introduced themselves individually. Invited into the `castle', they were once more astounded by the interior. The Entry Foyer was a room about 12 x 12, finished in richly coloured, mahogany panels and trim. A small, crystal chandelier, suspended from a 14 foot ceiling, lit the room. Garment closets lined the side walls. The doorway ahead led to a Receiving Room and immediately your eyes were torn between the marble staircase which rose from the middle of the room to a landing, which divided into two staircases running to either side at the second floor level, or the immense chandelier which hung in front of the stairway from a ceiling which was three stories straight up. Neither man had ever seen anything quite as impressive. On either side of the room were doorways through which other rooms, such as the Music Room, Sitting Room, Games Room with a very extensive bar and a Library could be seen. Mr. Chen told them there would be an opportunity for them to see everything, but he would first take them to their suite and then to the Observatio Room. They followed him through a door at the far end of the Receiving Room and this brought them into a long hallway. He indicated that the far end led to the kitchen, but stopped about half way down the hall and after pressing a key pad mounted on the wall, entered a door to the left. The room they entered looked like a large sitting/living room with two couches and comfortable chairs grouped around a coffee table and end tables, foot stools, magazine racks, book shelves and everything else you could desire in tasteful furnishings, placed throughout the room. A desk held a computer terminal and along a portion of one wall was an entertainment centre wanting for no device or gadget. At the far end of the room, was a small dining area with table, chairs for six, hutch and serving table. Across from that was a wet bar with a refrigerator and microwave. He led them to a door within the room along the wall between the sitting and dining areas. The men passed through and entered a large room with a king size bed. Also standard bedroom fixtures and furniture in a very masculine style furnished the room, as well as a second television and a computer terminal. In one wall was a huge, walk-in closet and in another the entry to the bathroom. In addition to the standard fixtures, the bathroom contained a (two or three person) walk-in shower, a large tub with massage jets built in and all the niceties that one might desire. Mr. Chen led them back out to the sitting room area. "We can remove anything, you do not want, or it can stay `as is' " Mr. Chen advised. Dale and Jason looked at each other and their mouths fell open as they realized, this was in fact the `little ground floor suite' that was being offered to them. Big smiles danced on their faces as they `high fived' each other with a hearty, "YES". Christmas had come early. They were next guided back to the hallway and at a door which was back toward the Receiving Room, Mr. Chen punched code into another wall mounted key pad which unlocked the door and opened it. The three men entered a spacious, well lit room which contained several desks holding computer terminals and telephones. One wall was completely filled with monitors, each having its own recording equipment attached. Obviously, this was the Security Observation Room. A man had been sitting at one of the desks making log entries and they were introduced to him. Peering at the monitors, the men saw views covering all approaches to the `castle'. In addition, there were views of the entryway, the common rooms within the house and the hallways. Neither man had detected a camera in the Receiving Room and yet here were three different views of that room before them. At one end of the room there was a vault, which was the arms locker. "We are very well equipped." Mr. Chen stated. "Mr. Ted has seen to everything. This was his original station." Mr. Chen informed the men that tonight they were to attach a yellow tag to anything in their apartment which they wanted brought to the `castle', with the exception of their clothing. All clothing would be moved automatically. Anything without a tag attached would be placed in storage for them. He asked what time they left their apartment in the morning and said, men would be there before they left, in case any special instructions were required. When they came home, to the `castle', the next evening, everything they had designated would be there for them. Mr. Chen then guided the men through the rest of the house showing them the upstairs bedrooms and designating who's was who's, the indoor swimming pool, the exercise room, containing both free standing weights and exercise machines, the bowling alley and movie theatre and several other surprises. He then took them outside at the rear of the house past the heated, outdoor pool, garage area with its mechanic bays and tennis courts and using a golf cart vehicle, they rode out about a quarter mile, past the nine hole golf course to see the stables. At the end of the tour, they thanked him for his guidance and politely bowed as they took their leave. Chen simply returned their bow. The next morning, Brad was in District Court first thing in the morning and presented Dean's Petition for Guardianship to the Office of the Senior Judge. He was scheduled by the Court Clerk to a 10:30 hearing. When he appeared at that time, he was a little surprised to be told by the Clerk that a representative of the Juvenile Authority would also be appearing and would be opposing the Petition. Session was called and Brad stated the substance of the Petition and a brief outline of the circumstances. The Juvenile Authority's Representative declared that David was already their ward and did not require any further guardian. It was also implied that Dean had illegally spirited the child away and was holding him out of the access of the authorities. To substantiate this claim, a rather pudgy, 50 year old police officer would be called as a witness. Brad asked the court if a recess could be granted, so that he could bring in witnesses in the form of Police Chief Farrell, Benton McAdams and the Executive Director of the Juvenile Authority. After a hurried discussion between the very upset police officer and the J A Representative, the objection to the Petition was withdrawn. The Judge granted a six month Guardianship for Davey to Dean. That same afternoon, the Physiotherapist at the hospital helped Davey out of bed and started him walking. It was slow work, and Davey had some pain, but with a walker and the help of the physio guy, he made it to the door of his room and back to bed. Ted and I were both there to watch and encourage him. After he was back in bed, we both praised him generously for his effort and success. He was more than slightly pleased with himself and with our praise. This exercise was repeated once again, in the early evening and Davey felt that maybe, it was a little easier that second time. Again, we were his cheering section. Police Chief Farrell had called my office early in the morning and arranged to interview Davey. He personally conducted the interview with one of the staff sergeants from the precinct in which the incident had occurred. It went smoothly, with Davey relating exactly the same series of events, he had outlined to Ted and I on Sunday afternoon. Jason and Dale had put in a full day. They had been up early to make sure the few items they wished moved to the `castle' were tagged. The moving representative was there 15 minutes before the 7:00 a.m. time they had given Mr. Chen. Their work day was split between head office and the hospital. Ted had begun their orientation to the `castle' and they were impressed time and again with the technical systems that were contained within the estate. I sat and talked with them for an hour, so we could get to know each other better and thus be more comfortable living in close proximity over long periods of time. The adjustment that Ted and I had undergone initially had been rough at some points. I felt that he was trying to control my life and he thought, I was trying to make his job more difficult. It had taken my father's strong will to make us stop and look at things from each other's view before we understood. I sent them home early, so they could get settled into their own suite. They parked the car in one of the open bays in the garage and carried in the few personal items they had not wanted anyone else moving. Mr. Chen met them at one of the rear entries and made certain they knew how to reach their suite. He again welcomed them to the household and then excused himself. "Shall we take turns carrying each other over the threshold ?" Dale joked, when they reached their door. They both laughed and Jason followed Dale into the suite and closed the door. Before they took three steps more, Jason turned Dale around by the shoulders to face him, wrapped his arms around his lover and kissed him. His tongue dove into his partner's mouth and skimmed the surfaces within. They then dueled, but Jason dominated their play. The kiss broke and Jason fixed his eyes on Dale's eyes and ordered, "Don't move." He slid Dale's suit jacket from his shoulders and dropped it on the floor behind the sexy stud. Unstrapping Dale's holster, he quickly unbuttoned the shirt and slid both down, so they hung on the forearms and wrists of his prisoner. Starting at Dale's right ear lobe, he kissed and dragged the tip of his tongue around the angular jaw line, down his neck, over his collar bone and across the rigid pec, until he reached the quickly erecting nipple. Swirling his tongue around the quarter sized base, he sucked and nibbled the point until it was engorged and shiny. He then shifted to the other side of Dale's chest and quickly had his target ripe and ready for picking. Dale moaned and shuddered as shivers ran through his body from the stimulation to his chest and nipples. He reached back to pull his arms out of the dangling sleeves. "I told you not to move, Sailor." Jason said to him sharply, getting a serious look on his face. "Are you going to do as you're told, or am I going to have to punish you ?" Dale was amused for the moment. He had always taken the dominant role in their relationship, right from the start. Jason had always bottomed for him and he had just assumed that was how it was meant to be. Not that it really had to be that way he decided. "Well, sailor ?" Jason asked with a stern voice. "No, Sir" Dale replied, snapping to attention. "Sorry, Sir. It won't happen again, Sir." "Make certain it doesn't, sailor." Jason answered. Jason then reached up and with one hand kneading and twisting one firm pec, the other undid his partner's pants and shoved them with his boxers to the floor. "Stand still." he ordered and stood back to take a good look at this muscular stud. Dale was about 2" shorter then he, which would make him 5'10". Soft, brown hair framed a manly face with light, brown eyes, a classic nose and chin with full lips. Every part of this man was muscular. His shoulders, arms and chest had absolute definition, change reflecting in them with any and every movement. The care and exercise with which this body was treated, showed. The only hair on the upper torso, other than his head, was the light, wispy tufts which nestled in each pit under his arms. Even the hair on his arms themselves was sparse. The massive, firm pecs were supported by six pack abdominals that were smooth and solid to the touch and Jason's cock rose to full height just looking at them. A wispy treasure trail guided his sight from the navel to a small pubic bush, that was barely a handful in size. Then there was the magnificent, circumcised staff with the moist, bell shaped head and the narrow slit from which drops of clear fluid emerged regularly. This weapon was at least 5 «" in circumference and extended over 8" from its nest. Jason couldn't help but think how that meat excited him, filled him and met his every need so often in the last months. Now it appeared to spring from the tight, wrinkled ball sac which always held those two egg sized sperm producers close to his body. They were to be an object of his desire to explore this evening. Two sturdy legs, with massive quads and calves, lightly dusted with that light, brown hair, rounded out his view. "Turn around, Sailor." Jason ordered and Dale, as best as he could manage with his trousers and boxers around his shoes, did an about face. Jason's eyes caressed Dale's back and watched the muscles move slightly under his skin. His ass was like a marble sculpture and Jason was amazed how something could just jut out like that, defying the laws of gravity. Not a hair on anything above the thighs and Jason wondered if any could be found in the tight trench, hidden between those hard cheeks. "Hold up your pants, Sailor." Jason ordered. "I want you in that bedroom and naked, on the double." "Yes, Sir." Dale responded, bending down to grasp the waist of his trousers and pull them up enough that he could move. "On the double, Sir." Jason picked up one of the bags he had brought in from the car, knowing quite well what was in it, since he had packed it that morning. He then headed into the bedroom, closing the door behind him. Dale stood naked, at attention, near the end of the bed. Jason set the bag down by the foot of the bed and started to take off his own clothing, while Dale watched. He was deliberately slow about it, taking each item and after folding it, hanging it carefully on the silent butler in their closet. When he was down to only his briefs, he picked Dale's clothing up from the floor, where it had been hastily dropped and folded each item carefully, then put it away. The desired effect of his delay was evident from the rigid firmness that Dale's tool had attained and the line of sweat which had appeared across his clean shaven upper lip. He slowly slid his underwear down his legs, bending over from the waist, so that his own hot butt and open crack was in plain view. As he did so, a quiet groan could be heard from his victim. Seating himself on the end of the massive bed, Jason motioned Dale over to him. Dale quickly moved over in front of him and a sharp look from Jason caused him to immediately come again to attention. "That's much better, Sailor." Jason acknowledged. He then reached up and tweaked each nipple insuring that they returned to full capacity. Leaning forward, he dragged his tongue from mid way on the underside up to the head of Dale's distended shaft, collecting some of the clear fluids which had been draining from the weeping piss slit. Dale gasped, but did not move. "Very good, Sailor." Justin praised him. "And very tasty too, I might add." He then swiped the shaft again three more times as if cleaning up the drips from a melting ice cream cone. A long groan from Dale acknowledged appreciation of his actions and it was repeated much louder as the swollen head was engulfed and Jason rolled his tongue around and around. Dale's knees shook and he thought he might just fall over, but Jason's kneading grasp on his pecs helped his balance. "I think you had better sit down here on the bed, Sailor," Jason directed, "and then lay back." Dale immediately did as he had been instructed. Jason now attacked the erect shaft with his mouth and stroked it up and down orally, licking around the head each time he reached the top. By the fourth bob of his head he had engulfed the entire stick, sliding the crown into his throat with almost no discomfort. In that position he began to make swallowing motions, so that his throat massaged the spongy crown and part of the shaft. Dale's fingers gripped the sheets as he felt that irresistible tingling in his balls. Pulling off the spike, Jason sternly said, "No you don't, Sailor. You don't cum until I tell you to cum. Do you hear me, Sailor." "Yes, Sir." Dale responded, as the sensation returned to his control. Jason now knelt on the floor at the end of the bed, between Dale's parted knees and carefully inspected his scrotum. Although he had engaged in oral sex with this man on many occasions, he had never really done much with this ball carrier. He traced his finger up and down it and watched as Dale involuntarily shuddered. It was hairless, like so much of his lover's body and when he traced over it with the tip of his tongue it was a different type of feeling. The wrinkled bag provided many grooves and niches for him to investigate, but the sac itself did not loosen and continued to hold its cargo firmly in place. Jason continued his exploration and used his tongue to move each testicle around in its container. The continued sounds coming from Dale indicated that his efforts were being very much appreciated and the steady stream of fluid, dripping from the steely wand onto that solid abdomen, confirmed the effectiveness of his actions. He attempted to suck one of the ripe melons into his mouth, but the leathery carrier would barely allow it. Instead, he just held it in his lips and stroked it lovingly with his tongue. Leaving the spit soaked package, he lifted Dale's bent legs and set his heels on the edge of the bed. This provided him with access to the perineum which he found also was smooth and hairless. Stroking the ridged surface with his tongue, he felt Dale wiggle back and forth, and the closer he went to the base of his butt crease, the more he wiggled. He moved back up to Dale's sword once more and quickly brought him to the edge again. He warned Dale sternly about not cumming and then ordered him to move up on the bed, turn over, put his head down and leave his ass up in the air. Dale complied quickly. Jason now climbed onto the bed and stared at the opened crease in his partner's ass. Around the little, pink rosebud were five or six short hairs. Jason went right for gold and bending forward, touched the muscular door with the tip of his tongue. He felt the muscle contract, but he was persistent and tongued the area thoroughly, wetting then pulling the few hairs with his teeth and returning to the entrance frequently. He now pushed steadily and slowly entry was gained. Millimeter by millimeter he intruded as far as he could reach, then withdrew and started over. This continued until the entire area was wet and relaxed. Drawing back, he reached for the bag he had placed at the foot of the bed and removed their lube tube from it. "Have you ever been soundly fucked, Sailor ?" he asked. After a moments pause the answer was given in a quiet, hesitant voice, "No, Sir, but I do believe that you are the only one who will ever be allowed to do so." Jason was not really surprised. He had thought for some time that Dale had a virgin ass. When they had first met, Dale had been very rough sexually and only considered his own need. Being a bottom was Jason's passion, but he was looking to share and not about to be used by anybody and he wouldn't put up with it. He had almost walked out on Dale that first time, but he knew by then, he was in love and he believed that Dale was too. So they worked at it and it had been wonderful ever since. "Well, you still won't have been fucked when we're done, Sailor, because all I'm ever going to do is make love with you." he replied. "I was pretty sure of that," Dale responded. "Sir." Even though he had just loosened Dale up with his tongue, Jason took a lot of time applying plenty of lube with one, two and then three fingers. "If I hurt you, tell me and I'll stop." Jason assured his friend. After coating his organ, he placed the tip at the tunnel entrance and slowly applied pressure. The head slid through with hardly any resistance and Jason held it just inside the tightened muscle. Dale said, he was fine and Jason slowly pushed forward until he was firmly lodged, balls deep, to the hilt. They both groaned in unison as he pulled outward and then pushed back in. On the next stroke he changed his drive angle slightly and Dale's body jerked as an electric shock raced through it. "What the fuck was that ?" he called out, but without awaiting an answer said, "Never mind, just do it again." Jason chuckled and dragged his staff over Dale's prostrate again, and again and continued to do so every second or third thrust. He had also reached around and grasped Dale's rigid penis, starting to stroke it in unison with his rhythm. "I'm about ready to cum," he called to Dale, after several minutes of pleasuring, "and I want you to hold off until I tell you." As the tension mounted, Jason increased the speed on both his thrusts and his stroking of Dale's member. Dale was making groaning and whining and whimpering sounds as he forced himself to hold back. Jason had reached full speed and yelled out, "NOW". Dale resigned his control and the urges that he had fought to contain built until with a loud roar, he began to spurt ropes of cum, wildly over the front of his body, the bed and Jason's fist. Feeling Dale's ass muscles contract and his sphincter lock tightly at the base of his tool, Jason zoomed over the top, holding himself tightly against his love and extending his swollen cock as far as possible, filling the deep recesses of Dale's bowel. They seemed to ride the crest of their climaxes forever and when they finally both returned to this plane of existence, they were laying together on their sides, still fully joined. Jason started to withdraw. "Don't, please." Dale asked. "I want to stay joined with you, forever. I have never felt so close, so involved with another person. I feel like we are part of one another and that we will somehow always be part of each other. Do you know what I mean ?" "Yes," Jason replied tenderly. "I love you, too." With that, Jason wrapped his arms tightly around his man and after kissing him gently on the neck and being kissed on his arm, they both drifted off for a short nap.