Date: Wed, 3 Nov 2004 21:37:15 EST
From: Sidg0714@cs.com
Subject: Fairy Godfather\Brice & Johnny

This is a work of fiction containing sex between teenaged boys.  If this
isn't to your taste then please leave.  Otherwise enjoy.  Comments to
sidg0714@cs.com

Thorgil's Boys
Inspired by Arne and Kyle
Written by Sid G c2004

Introduction:

	My name is Thorgil and I'm a fairy godfather.  Each fairy has an
area of expertise that involves large segments of the population.  I have
an interesting assignment.
	As you know sexual orientation is something you're born with, but
you have to realize it.  My job is to enter the dreams of gay teenage boys
who haven't realized or accepted the fact and through one memorable wet
dream waken them.
	The Chief has given me permission to write down some of my cases.

Brice and Johnny's Story

	I know it's been forever since I've written a new chapter but there
have been reasons.  The first is that I've been extraordinarily busy with
my usual job and training new Fairy Godfathers.  Secondly Kyle passed out
of my life and since he inspired my writing, infused it with his spirit I
just didn't feel like writing.
	So why now?  Two special boys I met in Scottsdale, Arizona.

	Brice and Johnny came together a couple years before I met the two
fourteen-year-olds.  They live in a group home for "abandoned" boys.  Brice
arrived first when he was ten and Johnny joined him two years later.  The
chief showed me their pictures and I wondered how any parent could kick out
two cute boys.

	Brice's parents were just losers who could barely take care of
their own needs much less their four kids.  Brice is a smart kid and with a
remarkable maturity realized how hopeless his situation might be and on the
last day of fourth grade walked straight ahead instead of turning right,
walked to the home and checked himself in.
	Miss Elizabeth, the home's director, was stunned but after
listening to Brice agreed to talk to his parents before making him return
home.  Brice's parents were stunned to but couldn't argue with his
reasoning.  They went back to the home where they saw Brice playing and
laughing with some of the other boys.  Brice never forgot his mother's
words:
	"I don't know if I've ever seen him so relaxed, so boy like.  I
don't want to lose my son but maybe this is the best thing for him."
	Though to be honest and fair they haven't broken off all contact
with each other and with the money they saved from not taking care of Brice
they were better able to take care of their other kids so social services
didn't take them away.

	Johnny on the other hand was born on the streets of Los Angeles and
lived and worked there till he was eleven.  There was never a father in his
life, but plenty of men.  Some bought his mother's services then later
those who bought his.  Shortly after his mother died one of his regular
clients offered to take him in and later they'd moved to Scottsdale when
the man got a transfer.  Without the proper paperwork Johnny couldn't go to
school so he spent his days working the different malls.  One evening he
bought an eight-year-old co-worker home and the man he'd started thinking
of as a father rewarded him by taking the youngster in, and kicking Johnny
out.
	Johnny was so mad that after carefully hiding the money, clothes
and things he took away went to the cops and spilled the beans on the guy.
The guy went to the jail after he got caught fucking the boy, the boy got
sent home to his parents and Johnny, to his surprise, got six months at a
boot camp for whoring.
	When his sentence was up he was taken to the home.  On his way he
figured he'd split the first chance he got.  He'd heard what hell holes
these places were and figured if he was going to get fucked he might as
well pick the johns and get paid.  Much to his surprise it was a nice, safe
place where the staff and other boys didn't make judgments on his life up
till then.  There were even a few other ex-whores and they ended up in
group therapy together.
       Better he even made his first true friends, especially Brice.

       Over the next six months leading up to my arrival the two boys
became best friends.  Brice helped tutor Johnny over that first spring and
summer and when Johnny belatedly had his first day of school he was nervous
but did better than anybody expected and his beaming smile was enough
thanks for everybody.
       They each had their quiet private time though.  And the conflicts
were where I came in.

       I arrived at the home on a Wednesday afternoon as the boys returned
from school.  The middle and elementary schools were within walking
distance of the home and set up so the older boys could walk the younger
ones to school in the morning and home in the afternoon.  None of them
minded the imposition nor thought they were too grownup to need escorting.
Especially since the next resident who got beat up wouldn't be near the
first or probably the last.
       When I got my first look at my subjects I was taken aback, not by
their beauty but the outer and inner strength emanating from both.  Had the
feeling that they could escort the younger boys themselves and nobody would
dare interfere.  I watched them as they ate their snacks and then sat down
and worked on their homework together.
       After supper was free time and the pair hung out in their room,
stripped down to their boxer briefs playing different games on their Xbox
till lights out.

       I entered Brice's head first and headed right for the files.  All it
took was a quick scan to know that Brice understood he was gay and was as
fine with it as any young teen is in the beginning.  It was also clear he
considered Johnny as more than a close best friend.  There was also
considerable doubt in his mind whether or not the boy he loved was gay.
Knew from some of the other ex-whores that some had been strictly
gay-for-pay and since Johnny had kept his desires strictly under wraps
Brice wondered and done the same.
       I saw he was entering his first dream cycle and sat back to watch.
I don't know if my poking had anything to do with it or not but the dream
started with Jonny standing naked next to Brice's bed^Å
       "Hi boyfriend," dream Johnny said.
       "Hi lover," dream Brice said as he sat and tossed his blanket aside
revealing an equally naked body with a hard cock that matched Johnny's six
inches.
       His new position placed his mouth in perfect position and when Brice
opened his mouth Johnny inserted his leaking cock smoothly until his balls
were banging on Brice's chin.
       I'd expected Brice to remain passive and for Johnny to face fuck him
but that wasn't the case.  Brice went to work on Johnny's hard cock,
bobbing up and down like a man looking for his first drink in ages.  His
left hand was working his own cock at a matching pace.  I was tempted to
slow him down but that wouldn't be fair or truly within the rules.
       Johnny took Brice's head in his hands and took over.  Brice didn't
object.  He enjoyed the power, enjoyed working his own cock.
       "I'm cumming love, take my seed," dream Johnny screamed.
       So did real Brice, all over his smooth hard chest.
       I eased out of Brice and glided across the room to Johnny's bed and
looked at him.  His blond hair framed an angelic smooth face that belied
the hard life he'd led.  For a moment I wished I could remove all the bad
memories but then he wouldn't be the boy Brice loved.  With a sigh I
entered.
       With him I spent more time with the files.  One file, one of the two
oldest files was of particular interest to me.  The two oldest files in
every person's system are father and mother's DNA, complete and separate.
The new baby's DNA is the third and it's always interesting to see the
results compared to the various possible combinations, but I'll let your
biology teacher explain that.
       I made a copy of the male's file and put it away for comparison to
the master files.  No, I had no intention of bringing father and son
together, nor was punishing the man a reasonable proposition.  The goal in
these side investigations is to make sure the man is a good father if is he
is one and get him to make charitable donations to places like his son's
home if he can afford it.
       I scanned the intervening years and noted any abusive johns.  They
would have to watch their backs.
       Another thing I noticed was the amount of repressed anger Johnny had
and worried about what would happen if Brice did or said something to set
him off.  I could do something about it but means a trip back to
headquarters first.
       I sent an f-mail (fairy mail) and noticed Johnny was about to enter
REM so sat back to watch.
       The two of them were naked in the middle of a field.  Brice was
asleep but Johnny was walking in circles around him, his cock flaccid
despite his love's beauty.
       "I know I'm gay," dream Johnny whispered, "and I know you are.  I
know you're my best friend and I know I love you like I've loved nobody
else in my life.  I think you even want to be my boyfriend even though you
don't say anything.  But can you accept my past, my life till I was brought
into your life?  I don't know and part of me feels you deserve so much
better than me, but I want you."
       On the ground Brice's eyes open and he pats the grass.
       "Lie with me lover and don't worry.  Lie down, close your eyes and
you'll feel fine when you wake," dream Brice said and Johnny did ending the
dream.
       I stepped back stunned.  If I didn't know better I would have
thought it was a rehearsed speech for me but knew it really came from his
heart.

       I walked out of their bedroom and into the chief's office waiting
room.  I sat down to think and I'm not sure how long it took for my name to
be called.
       "So Thorgil, what's the problem with your case?  You smitten with
one of the boys?"
       I laughed, "Always Chief, but this is different."
       I explained about Johnny, both the repressed anger and the unusual
dream.  After talking we both felt that the anger reduction procedure would
go forward and to use Johnny's doubt in the dream.
       I made a quick stop at my office to drop off the files I'd taken for
processing and a quick glance at my f-mails.  As always the one I wanted to
see wasn't there.
       I returned as the house began to wake.  Johnny and Brice wrapped
towels around their waists and headed out to the bath and shower room.
Most of the boys were similarly attired with a few who didn't bother
concealing the family jewels to those who were wearing underwear or pajama
bottoms.

       I followed them to school and much to my surprise their history
teacher was an old case of mine.  To my distress he'd turned into a bitter
closeted man who treated the boys from the home like dirt.  He ended the
class with a pop quiz.  I took the opportunity to enter his mind and do
some butt kicking and house cleaning.
       As usual I enjoyed gym class.  Sure some of the boys shouldn't ever
be naked but for the most part the boys were hunks, even a couple obviously
gay boys.  At least obvious to me.  Of course there was the class jock,
Chip, and his admirers who blindly followed his disdain for Johnny, Brice
and the two other boys from the home in the class.
       Gym was basketball and after two minutes of instruction the teacher
told them to make teams and play before heading into his office.  Naturally
Chip and Johnny ended up on opposing teams.  It took about fifteen seconds
to see where some of Johnny's repressed anger came from.  Chip and his
friends treated Johnny and his teammates like tackling dummies.
       I saw Johnny struggling to control his temper and decided to help
out and slipped inside.  It didn't take long to assess his physical ability
and agility then give him a plan.
       Chip dunked and ran screaming up court as Johnny called for the ball
and dribbled it up.  When Chip saw Johnny was coming right at him he got
pissed and moved out.  Chip shoved Johnny backwards and as Johnny fell he
smiled.
       A smile which turned into purest agony after Johnny pulled back his
legs and thrust them into Chip's balls.
       Chip's buddies started after Johnny but hesitated when they found
the rest of the class moving behind Johnny.
       "It was just an accident boys.  Get Chip to the school nurse and
start the game again," the gym teacher said.
       "But coach that twerp," one of the boys said.
       "And you have detention for that.  Chip `accidentally' pushed him
down and it just happened.  Understand?"
       "Yes Sir," the boy said sullenly.
       "A word with you Johnny," the coach said and motioned him over.
       "Yes Sir," Johnny said trying to hide his fear.
       "Relax kid; about time you did something and you did it smart.  I
was afraid you'd beat the shit out of Chip and I couldn't protect you.  If
he tries something let him have it and I can say they were reacting to an
accident and you were defending yourself or your friends."
       "Thanks coach, I appreciate that."
       "Don't appreciate it, come out for track.  With those legs you've
got to be a decent runner."
       Johnny laughed, "Done some running back in LA, I'll talk to Miss
Elizabeth and see if I can."
       "Cool and I'll give her a call too and tell her it might help you
with your social skills or some such nonsense."
       They both laughed and Johnny followed instructions and went to
shower and change before class ended.
       I hung around as well into all the home boys were safely dressed.
Johnny hung around as well and much to his surprise and delight a lot of
his classmates came up and told him they had his back, good work, or
something along those lines.  The increase in respect was obvious.

       Miss Elizabeth called Johnny into her office the second he arrived
home and Johnny almost shit in his pants.  This was rarely good.
       "I received two telephone calls from school today about you.  Two
calls that frankly amazed me," she said.
       Johnny gulped and was confused by the smile on her face.
       "The first call was from your History teacher Mr. Harrison."
       Johnny slumped in the chair.
       "He called to tell me how well you're doing in class, including the
A in today's pop quiz."
       "Mr. Harrison said that?  He's never said anything good to me."
       "Frankly, he's never had anything good to say about any of my boys
but I got the feeling something happened today to change his attitude."
       "Sweet, but the other call was from Coach Edwards?" Johnny said.
       "Yes, he said you would have something to tell me and then something
to ask me," Miss Elizabeth said and leaned back in her chair.
       Johnny knew he couldn't fool her so he spent the next half hour
telling her about everything between him and the other home boys and Chip
and his gang.
       "And what did Coach Edwards say to you?"
       "About time and watch your back.  He'll help defend me if I need it
and he wants me to come out for track.  He thinks I've got good runners
legs.  I told him I've done some running in LA, which is true."
       "Just not on track teams," Dr. Elizabeth said, "And all I'm going to
add is you can go out if somebody else does or is at least willing to hang
there to walk you home.  And if Chip and his friends start acting up see if
you can get away safely before you swing back.  Chip's family is well
connected in this town of ours.  Now go do your homework so I can get used
to having your teachers telling me how good you're doing."
       Johnny gave her a hug and did as instructed.

       After dinner Johnny asked Brice if he wanted to go running.
       "If I'm going to go out for the team, and Miss Elizabeth doesn't
want me going out alone, then I've got to start practicing."
       "OK, just keep it slow, save our strength for later," Brice said.
       "Got something in mind?" Johnny said as he tied his black high-top
sneakers and pushed his white socks down around his ankles.
       "One never knows do one," Brice said with a laugh.
       Curiosity piqued I went with them.  As they jogged in silence I
looked around for signs of danger and saw none.
       They reached the lake at the local park and picked up the pace for
two laps.  I was happy to go higher and keep an eye on them.
       After the second lap they collapsed on the lawn and I realized this
was very like the one in Johnny's dream.  They pulled their shirts off and
the sweat glistened in the early evening sun.
       "Looking good," Brice said.
       Johnny was a little surprised but obviously pleased.
       "Thanks, you're looking hot today," he blushed, "I'm sorry."
       "Why?"
       "Well, you know I'm gay but I wasn't sure about you," Johnny said.
       Brice laughed, "Well I am and I wasn't sure about you.  After all
Jarred and Mo say they were just gay for pay and not really gay so I
thought maybe you too."
       "Don't know about them, they didn't get to streets till later on but
maybe what I did made me gay or maybe I would have been anyway.  Don't
matter now."
       "Yep," Brice said.
       "Before we go any further can I ask you something?" Johnny said.
       "Sure," Brice said and took hold of Johnny's hand.
       "Does my past, what I did," he took a deep breath, "Does my being a
whore bother you?"
       "Are you whoring now?"
       "No, never want to do that again."
       "That's all I care.  You did what you had to then.  Now I have a
question for you."
       Johnny wiped his tears away and nodded.
       "Will you be my boyfriend?"
       "You mean it?"
       "Yes, I love you."
       All Johnny could do was nod and hug Brice.  Their lips met and they
kissed.  For a long time they were alone in the park.
       I wonder how that happened.  Hey, they made my life easier so why
shouldn't I help.

       I know many of you are disappointed by no dream but I've got
something better.  Real lovemaking.

       They walked back from the park and stopped in the kitchen for
cookies and a glass of soda before heading up to their room.
       "I think showers are in order before we go any further," Johnny
said.
       "Right, just hope we can keep our hands off of each other till we
get back," Brice said.
       "How do you think Miss Elizabeth will feel about this?"
       Brice laughed, "About time, keep it in your room and be safe about
it."
       "Definitely safe, didn't survive disease free this long to get
either one of us sick," Johnny said.
       They remained silent, each deep in thought until they got back to
their room.
       "Do you want us to be monogamous?" Brice said.
       "Be what?"
       Brice shook his head, "Not have sex with anybody else.  If that's
what you want it's fine with me."
       "I don't really know how to say it, been thinking about it for last
fifteen minutes."
       "Me too," Brice said.
       "Don't want anybody else right now," Johnny said and took Brice in
his arms, "But know it may happen sometime down the line.  If it does we
and them wear condoms, even for oral if we can."
       "Thought you couldn't catch AIDS with oral," Brice said.
       Johnny kissed him gently, "Others you can but since you're a virgin
and I've been tested regularly since I got here we know I'm clean it's safe
for us."
       "Sounds good to me, but enough talking.  Don't want to be virgin
much longer."
       Johnny smiled and their lips met.  This time it wasn't a nice gentle
kiss.  Johnny ran his tongue over Brice's mouth and Brice open his mouth
and their tongues met and danced a long passionate dance as they dropped
the towels around their waists.
       For the first time hands touched skin they'd yearned to touch.
Brice followed his more experienced lover's lead.  Johnny though was
entering unchartered waters.
       He'd had more sex than a man three or four times his age should have
had but all it had been was sex or going through the motions of sex.  Even
with the guy who brought him to Scottsdale the feelings he felt now with
Brice had been absent.
       Brice felt tears on his shoulders and broke the kiss.  He looked at
Johnny's tear streaked face and understood.
       "This is your first real time too.  Isn't it?"
       Johnny nodded and wrapped his arms around Brice and cried even
harder.  Brice felt his own tears fall and in that instant understood the
difference between sex and lovemaking.
       He led Johnny to the bed and had him lie down on the bed.  Looking
down he let instinct take over and let his hands roam over Johnny's slim,
firm body and felt his first boyfriend relax.  He leaned over and after a
quick kiss began licking his way down Johnny's body.  Johnny reached out
and stroked whatever part of Brice's body he could reach.
       Both boys were rock hard and when Brice reached Johnny's cock he
took a breath and did what he needed to do.
       He licked his way up from the base to the top of the six inches of
boy cock, opened his mouth and for the first time in his young life put his
lips on another boy's cock.
       An electric charge flowed through both boys and for a second Johnny
thought he was going to cum right then.  He took a deep breath and brought
himself back from the edge.  Reaching out he stroked Brice's long auburn
hair and wondered how he got so lucky.
       I was tempted to tell him he'd earned it but then did it really
matter why.  The important thing was they were together.
       It took a while but Brice finally swallowed Johnny's entire leaking
rod.  He began to go up and down.  Lust took him where he needed.
Instinctively adjusting as the cock inside his mouth grew in length and
width.
       Johnny moaned in delight as he felt his cock worked like it had
never been before.  He'd been given some great blowjobs in the past but
this was special.  The feel of a pair of loving lips sliding up and down
his cock aroused sensations in him he didn't recognize or understand.  And,
he decided, didn't care if he did.  He was just going to enjoy them as long
as he could.
       He also realized it wasn't going to be much longer.
       "Oh baby, getting close so if you don't want to swallow pull of now
and just finish me by hand," Johnny moaned.
       Brice contemplated pulling off for a moment but quickly decided to
stay on.  "This is the way to show my love," he thought.
       "Oh shit, I cumming," Johnny shouted and the first blast shot down
Brice's throat.
       Brice pulled back and the next rope landed on his tongue and he
loved the taste.  It was a little salty but the texture and flavor was
great.  He kept working Johnny's cock until it was dry and flaccid.
       Brice finally pulled off and let Johnny pull his mouth to Johnny's
and they kissed, sharing Johnny's seed in Brice's mouth.
       "Make love to me," Johnny said when the kiss finally ended.
       "You mean it?  You sure?" Brice said with a mixture of hope and
fear.
       "Yes love I want, no need you to make love to me."
       "I need your help, don't know what to do."
       Johnny laughed, "Doubt that after that performance."
       Brice smiled.
       "In my top drawer there's a small jar of Vaseline."
       Brice was back with the jar in seconds.
       "What now?"
       "Start by opening it and coating one finger well."
       "Which finger?"
       "Reason it's called the fuck finger.  I'm going to lift my legs and
spread them so you have a good target.  Now don't worry about hurting me,
I'm broken in enough so that's not likely at any point."
       Brice nodded and followed instructions.
       He inserted his finger into Johnny's anus and Johnny used his
talented muscles and clamped down hard.
       "Hey," Brice said when Johnny starts laughing.
       "OK, just go slow and coat everything you can reach.  Then if you
want you can put the second finger in and widen me a little bit."
       Brice nodded and Johnny released his grip.
       Five minutes later Johnny said, "I'm ready, now lay down and coat
your cock.  I'm going to lower myself onto you to start with.  Make it
easier on you."
       Brice swung over and Johnny straddled his hips and took hold of his
lover's cock.  Slowly, instinctively he placed it at his entrance and
lowered himself until he felt bush on his smooth ass.
       "You're all the way in love.  Feels so good."
       "Unbelievable, better than I ever imagined," Brice said, "This is so
wonderful."
       "Yeah," Johnny said and began to fuck himself on Brice's hard rod.
He knew it wouldn't take long.  Never did somebody's first time.
       He went slowly, trying to make it last.  Brice reached up and let
his hands roam over his true love's taut stomach.
       Brice was moaning and thrashing under him until he thrust his hips
up and shot his load deep into Johnny.
       Johnny bent over and kissed Brice deeply as his lover continued to
shoot.

       Till the next case file.
       Thorgil