Date: Tue, 25 Feb 2014 20:24:14 -0500 From: Eff Del Subject: Flights of Angels Part 7 Flights of Angels-Chapter 6 By Eff Del A sadly human mistake is to be incontrovertibly certain of the rightness of our own opinions. We can become so convinced in this regard, that expressing our beliefs often feels more like an obligation than a simple desire. Because others share the same conviction of their own grasp the truth, we are often surprised when our expression of belief is met with opposing or contradictory argumentation. The simple fact is; if we wish to say whatever it is we want to say, then, we must be prepared to hear what we actually don't want to hear. It is selfish and unrealistic to expect otherwise. I was taken by complete surprise. What was happening before me was not the expected reintroduction of casual acquaintances, but an obviously joyful reunion of two close friends. I could only stand and watch, completely amazed. "Tadpole...first they told us that you were gone on a long mysterious contract and then they told us you were never coming back. We didn't know what to think. Some of the guys said they thought you were dead. I told them I thought maybe you'd been adopted even though nobody ever gets adopted out of the NEST!" "But, I DID Rufus! I DID get adopted. Eric...Dad adopted me! It even happened on my birthday -how cool is that?" "Eric's your Dad? Eric adopted you? You must be the luckiest kid in the world Tadpole! Man it's great to see you again...I was afraid I never would and now I find out you're living with Eric! This couldn't be neater!" They were sitting on the floor by now engaged in a lively and happy discussion. I strode into the room and looked down at them. It was a moment before they seemed to notice me and then, they both looked up at me with happy smiles. Though I'm certain the puzzlement was showing on my face, I returned their smiles. "I gather that you two know each then?" "Know each other? Dad, Rufus is my Lead Senior and I'm his Follow Boy!" They both looked back at each other grinning. "Perhaps we can go sit down, I'll get us something to drink and then you can tell me what that means in English." I gestured toward the white couches. The boys jumped to their feet, ran into the sun filled lounge and sat down side by side. I reminisced that Jack was beautifully naked the last time he had sat on that couch, and I was getting ready to lead him into the bedroom. Had it really only been seven or eight months ago? It seemed like years had passed. "Beer Jack?" I asked the stunning red head. "Yes please Eric." He answered with a smile. "I don't suppose you'd like a beer would you Sean?" He wrinkled his cute little nose and grinned. "Yes please Dad." I gave him a startled look and he giggled. "A ROOT beer that is." I leaned over and tousled his mop of jet black hair and headed into the kitchen. Shortly I returned with a glass of single malt for me, and a beer and a root beer for the boys. Handing them their drinks I sat down in the couch directly across from them. I took a long sip from my glass as I looked at the two beautiful happy boys. "Now then, explain what your relationship is to each other." It was Jack, his stunning green eyes flashing who began; "When a kid in the nest reaches eight years old, he gets to move out of the nursery area where the little kids sleep and spend most of their time and into the main area with the older boys. It's a proud time because it means that he's not one of the 'Wee Ones' anymore, but it's also a little strange and scary. To make the transition easier for him and so that he's not frightened of anything, he is paired with an older boy. That boy sort of acts like his big brother...a kind of mentor. The older boy is called the kid's Lead Senior and the kid is his Follow Boy. I was twelve when Tadpole...I mean; Sean, came up from the little kids' area and became my Follow Boy". He turned and the two boys smiled at each other with obvious affection. "Rufus showed me how to do everything so I fit in with the boys and didn't act like a silly little baby. He was always there when I had questions or was scared of something. He was always there to tell me how proud he was when I did somethin' good an he took me aside and explained things when I did something wrong. I was awful proud of him the next year when he started his training. An then last year when he started goin' out on contracts an I was feelin' a little sad, he reminded me that meant that I was close to becoming one of the Senior boys. If I'd stayed in the NEST Eric, I'd be some little kid's Lead Senior now an next year I'd be starting my own training'" I looked at the two gorgeous boys sitting across from me and reflected that the NEST certainly did have a well thought out system. If a person could rationalize around the sexual slavery, it couldn't help but be admired. Just before a boy reached an age when there might be an almost natural tendency to bully, harass or simply ignore the smaller children, he was given the responsibility for the complete welfare of one. How could a youngster learn anything but patience understanding and pride under such a system? Then, I realized, when the mentor boy was a year into his responsibility he was moved into the special training that would eventually feed him into the system of service. This was ingenious as well because even though a boy might naturally feel confusion, anxiety...even fear over this new development in his life, he had his position of honor and trust in the eyes of his younger acolyte to consider and bolster him. After three years of that, he was moved straight to young manhood and graduation into the real world. It was a rather wonderful system in that regard and I realized that Sean had been right that afternoon in the grotto...it was not unlike the Commodore's program at Camp West Wind. I decided to probe no further into the NEST culture. That would be Doc Swaim's project with Jack when we returned to Joyous Gaurde. Instead, I turned my attention to another question; "OK now, Jack with your lovely red hair, I can understand your nickname 'Rufus' by why is Sean 'Tadpole'?" Sean grinned from ear to ear and with an enthusiastic smile Jack answered; "Yep, 'Rufus' means red head like William Rufus the son of William the Conqueror...king of England. They've called me Rufus as long as I can remember. Now Sean is 'tadpole' because from the minute he came up to the big kids' area he was so excited he couldn't stand still...he was always wiggling around and then the first time we put him into the pool...it was like he'd been born in the water. Nobody had to teach him to swim, it was like he just knew how, he just needed to learn how to do it better. One of the guys said that he was just like a little tadpole and the name stuck. Of course by the time he was nine and swimming faster and better than almost any of us, we were probably thinking he should have a new name but 'Tadpole' just sort of seemed right and so it stuck. " "Well, sadly, as I've already pointed out to Sean, this place doesn't have a pool but we've got a great one at home and we'll be there tomorrow. I've got a little bit of business I need to handle over the phone, so why don't you two just hang around and catch up? There's a giant TV in my bedroom and if you need another drink help yourselves but Jack...one more beer and that's it OK?" He gave me one of his wonderful devilish grins that I remembered well and said; "You bet Eric." I refilled my own drink and headed down the hall to the nice little office I maintained in the condo and placed a call to Uncle Phil just to see how things were going with Chris. The conversation veered off onto other subjects and it was about an hour later that I emerged from the room and wandered down the hall looking for the boys. They were in my big bedroom lying side by side on the oversized bed. They were on their stomachs and they had their chins propped in their hands as they watched a movie playing on the large flat screen that they'd figured out how to extract electrically from its niche' in the ceiling. They were breathtakingly beautiful and I gazed at them silently enjoying the view. My eyes kept focusing on their lovely round asses that filled their jeans so perfectly. "Miss me?" I said quietly and they turned around startled. I think they'd expected I'd be coming in from the other door. Sean was off the bed in a flash and with a quick hop he launched himself at me wrapping his legs around my waist and his arms around my neck. He gave me a quick kiss and nuzzled the side of my face. "'Course I missed you." He whispered softly into my ear. "I didn't get the chance to say hello when you came back with Rufus. I love you Dad." "I love you too Son." I said as I sat down on the bed. Sean climbed off me and sat down at my side. Jack was on his knees in the middle of the bed looking at me anxiously. "Can I?" he asked timidly. "Of course you MAY Jack." I said with a smile. In an instant he had his arms wrapped around me and was hugging me tightly. With a laugh, I let myself fall backward onto the bed and was soon covered by two boys showering me with affection. 'A person could get used to this' I thought to myself. Wrapping a boy in each arm I sat up abruptly and said; "How about dinner and then early to bed so we can fly out of here by the crack of dawn tomorrow?" "Yeah!" They both agreed enthusiastically. "OK then. Jack, do you still like steak?" He broke into a fit of giggles. "I'll take that as a yes". ********************************** We were seated in a secluded booth in 'La Maison de Boeuf'. It was my favorite of all the many excellent steakhouses in Houston and it was here I had brought Jack for dinner that momentous night that I'd taken him to bed with such evil intentions. The boys were conversing as if they had never parted company and Jack was listening fascinated as Sean filled him in on everything that had happened since he'd left the NEST with me. Jack seemed amazed by everything but mostly, he seemed fascinated by Sean's descriptions of Joyous Gaurde and its people. I realized as I listened that Sean spoke of them as if they were his family and I realized that to my little boy they essentially were just that. I noted with amusement that while the two were talking a mile a minute, they were still managing to demolish their huge rib eyes and mountains of thick cut fried potatoes. As he had done last time, Jack enjoyed a glass of wine that I had slipped him surreptitiously while Sean typically demurred and was satisfied with root beer. I managed to get in a word or two during the meal and utilizing carefully worded questions, I was satisfied that my expensive agreement with the Academy Management had been honored. Jack had not been sent out on any contracts since I'd left him last time. I gathered that the rumor among the NESTLINGS was that I had paid some large bonus to ensure Jack was reserved for my private use only. While I found this disturbing, the feeling that I was getting that Jack himself believed this to be true was even more bothersome. When the meal was finished, the boys discovered that they still had room for hot fudge sundaes. I watched them devour the gooey treats satisfying myself with a cup of strong black coffee and a glass of Drambuie. Finally finished, we strolled out into the thick oppressive heat of an August night in Houston. I've always felt that Houston was one of those places that owed its very existence to electricity and climate control. Were it not for air-conditioning, it would have long ago shriveled up into a dry brittle ball like so much tumbleweed and blown away on a searing hot Texas summer wind never to be seen or heard of again. Instead, it grew and flourished; a glass and steel behemoth rising up from the dusty plain...a thing so unnatural...so unlikely that it almost gave you pause to consider that commerce thrived in this hellish climate. Daily, some two million people scampered from air conditioned door to air conditioned door pretending that outside the walls of their HVAC protected structures the debilitating heat and humidity was irrelevant. It is a city that could not exist in a natural world. That it not only existed but indeed thrived was testament to man's power over his environment. The thought was both inspiring and frightening but the residents hardly gave it a thought as they lived their day to day lives in the protection of their buildings. ********************************* As we rode the elevator up to the penthouse, I gratefully breathed in the dry refrigerated air thinking to myself how happy I was going to be when we got home to the relatively cool and dry climate tomorrow. The boys had been chatty and giggly the entire ride back and as I walked into the kitchen to plop a couple of ice cubes into a tumbler I asked; "Anybody need anything before bed time?" Receiving no answer I gestured down the hall. "We never got around to discussing how you guys want to sleep tonight. There are three nice bedrooms down there. You can each have your own room or, if you want to share, the first room on the right has a nice king-sized bed. If you share though, I don't want you guys staying awake talking all night. I was serious when I said I'd like to get out of here bright and early tomorrow." I walked over to them and pulled each boy into a hug and planted a kiss on the top of their heads. "Good night boys." I walked up the hall into my bedroom. I shed my clothes slowly as I sipped my drink and watched the panoramic view of the city through the floor to ceiling glass wall. As I stood there naked, drink in hand gazing through the glass, I suddenly sensed more than hear something behind me. I turned around and in the reflected light of the city through the window I saw them, They were standing just inside the bedroom door they were holding hands their bodies seemed tense almost afraid to move. Although the only light in the room was the diffused mosaic of the city through the window, I could easily see that they were both completely naked. "Boys?" I asked softly unsure of what I should be asking. It was Sean who left his friend and crossed the room to me. His tanned perfect skin almost glowed in the multicolored lights through the glass. He took my hand in his and looked up at me eyes wide and bright speckled by the reflected illumination. "Dad...Eric...we want to sleep with you...Okay?" "Sean...I...I don't know..." Another hand clasped my arm gently but urgently. Jack had crossed the room and was looking at me with the same open earnest gaze as Sean. "Please Eric." Staring intently into both of their faces, I tossed back my drink and nodded silently. Placing my tumbler down, I took a hand from each of them and led them to the large bed. Pulling down the covers, I indicated that they should get in. In the low light I watched as their two smooth naked bodies slid quickly and eagerly onto and over the mattress. I followed them into bed and lay down next to Sean. No sooner had I done so, than he had scampered over my body and was lying at my other side. I found myself suddenly in between two gorgeous and naked young boys who scrunched against me; tantalizing my senses with the hot smoothness of their young skin against mine. Not wasting a heartbeat, they were upon me, hands sliding along my torso, lips crushing against my skin as they shared me with muted but excited little sighs and grunts. I felt the heat in my groin as my cock swelled and strained reacting with uncontrollable enthusiasm to the pleasure of their squirming limbs and wet mouths against my body. Suddenly I was looking up into two emerald green eyes. The beautiful red head boy stared down at me and said in a voice so filled with passion that it was almost a croak; "Eric...will you do me? Will you do me like you wouldn't do last time? I'm older now, I really want you to do it...you're the only person I ever really wanted to do it to me." I pulled him down to me in a grip firm with emotion. I held him tightly to my chest as I said; "Jack....Jack, you are one of the sexiest things I've ever seen and one of the two most beautiful beings that I've ever shared a bed with. Your offer is beautiful and flattering but Jack...you've barely grown at all since we were last together. You're still a little boy to me...a beautiful little boy Jack but, by the grace of heaven, still a boy...I won't fuck little boys." "B-but Eric...I..." it was almost a whimper. I pulled his face to mine crushing my lips against his. Without breaking the kiss, I used my superior size and strength to roll us over and reverse our position. Pulling my lips away I stroked his red hair from out of his eyes and whispered; "Jack, I said I wouldn't fuck you but I never said we couldn't have fun. I began to almost feverishly work my way down his beautiful body inch by inch with my hands and lips I was tender but unrelenting as I teased each little morsel of his flesh as I made my way down to the prize...his rampant almost pulsating prize. Glancing up I saw that Sean was kneeling at Jack's shoulders, eyes wide as he followed my progress down his friend's body. He of course understood my intentions and was obviously excited but uncertain as to what his own role should be. With a nod of my head I directed him without speaking a word. He understood at once and was soon suckling upon one taut brown nipple while he rolled the other between the fingers of his hand. With a smile of encouragement to Sean, I plunged head first down between the legs of the squirming moaning red headed boy and was soon rolling his testicles one at a time in my hot hungry mouth while I traced a soft teasing path along his perineum with my index finger. Jack's moans of pleasure increased in volume as he stopped squirming and lay panting for breath enjoying the rapidly mounting sensations of pleasure. Reaching up over Sean, I softly offered my other index finger to Jack's opened lips. Instinctively he drew it into his mouth and began to suck upon it. After a few moments I judged that it was now wet enough with the boy's saliva and withdrawing it from between his lips, I reached down between the sweet crevice of his buns, located his delectable rosebud and in one swift certain motion, drove my finger past his protesting sphincter and into the hot silkiness of his ass. The boy bucked at the moment of penetration but soon settled upon the soft surface of the bed gently wreathing in sensual delight. Probing his inner depths with my exploring finger I quickly located his prostate and began a slow massaging action along that delightful little nubbin while at the same time engulfing his raging cock into the welcoming wet warmth of my skilled and hungry mouth. As I used my considerable skill to suck and tongue massage the boy's cock, my finger played a perfect counterpoint as it massaged the little mound within his rectum and soon I could tell that despite his origin and skills, the boy could not hold out much longer. After all, he'd been trained in giving pleasure not in receiving it. Sean must have sensed this as well because, leaving one small hand to continued teasing Jack's nipples, he had moved his face up and he and the red haired boy were kissing passionately. They continued in this manner until the older boy's entire body tensed and then jerked spasmodically several times. I felt his asshole clamp tightly against my finger as his throbbing cock exploded multiple spurts of hot salty boy cum into my willing waiting mouth. Jack lay on the bed sprawled out breathing deeply almost as if he were in a trance. Sean remained kneeling by the other boy's shoulder and was smiling happily at me. Returning his smile, I repositioned myself on the mattress and leaned down to kiss the panting red head passionately before I grasped Sean by the shoulders forcing him down upon his back. Sliding over him I smiled into those beloved blue/green eyes and whispered; "And now for my favorite taste treat...tadpole cum." He began to giggle but I stopped that quickly with a long erotic tongue swapping kiss and then, as I had just done to Jack, I tasted and massaged my way down to his sweet young groin. As I worked a finger into his hot little asshole and swallowed his small but erect cock, I noticed that Jack had recovered and was returning the favor by devouring Sean's little nipples. My little boy still had no concept of forestalling or holding back on his own orgasms and soon he was writhing on the bed as his little cock...his own "tadpole" shot it's sweet hot load. The boy cried out in pleasure, writhing on the bed while two hungry mouths; mine and Jack's devoured his cock and nipples simultaneously. We were soon huddled together in a fleshy knot breathing deeply and exchanging kisses in a haphazard but delightful way. This turned out to be only a short respite from the action however because soon I was being forced by four little hands down and onto my back. Two sweet faces alternated in my blurring vision as they took turns performing passionate lip locks with me while at the same time, unseen hands and lips were stroking tweaking and nibbling upon my supine body. Complying with their unspoken but clearly understood insistence, I lay essentially inert ...absorbing and enjoying their erotic and urgent ministrations but not responding physically as they conducted their twin search for areas of sensual pleasure on my body. I was being entirely hedonistic in this situation and realized that I neither minder nor felt guilty for it. I have never had qualms over receiving pleasure...especially after having just given it. Through my sybaritic sensual fog, I realized Sean was now straddling my torso, his luscious little ass almost in my face as he bent over teasing my balls with his increasingly talented little tongue. Jack in the meanwhile had taken up a position between my legs having spread them and bent my knees up. With a shock of almost electric pleasure I realized that the boy was licking and nibbling at my ass while Sean continued the same ministrations to my balls. The sensations were so intense that I momentarily lost my vision in a blast of pure white pleasure. Strangely, I remember thinking to myself; 'Well, this is wonderfully different' just as Sean moved his attention from my scrotum to my cock and Jack plunged his tongue into my now very moist asshole. I believe I shouted aloud in pleasure...I know that I at least shouted in my mind. (To be continued) Next time, they'll all be back home and things may start to get very interesting. Many thanks to everyone who has taken the time to write me about this story. It is very enjoyable to hear from readers and it actually encourages the writing process. I try to answer all emails as I enjoy the feedback. I'm also always open to ideas and suggestions. ************************************