Date: Sat, 25 Aug 2001 11:36:10 -0400 From: LJB Subject: To Fulfill a Prophesy Section 37 (LJB)(MM BB Bb 1st anal oral teen1b teen2b slow)(37/56) 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 37 Anson - Friday morning The extended weekend with Digger had been a real opportunity for us to become more familiar with each other. Everyone else seemed to be needed for certain duties with Denny being sick, but I was left relatively free, even with stopping in to see that all was well every couple hours. Dale and Jason were tied up with the new boy, Kevin and Jamie and Davey were anxious about Denny and would not go far from him. So, that left me with little to do. But I did have Digger to keep me occupied. And he certainly did do that. We swam and rode the horses. We had long walks in the gardens and went into town for a quiet lunch or dinner. We had time to sit and talk. He told me about his life. Growing up in Australia, going to school and then being in the Navy. His problems with drinking. I told him about the isolation and loneliness of the farm. My uncertainties growing up. My father's abuse. We shared between us, good and bad. And at night we celebrated the good and consoled each other over the bad. Through all this, we still did not have intercourse. I did not question or inquire, I left it to Digger's discretion. While I watched the plane take off on Wednesday afternoon, I shed a few tears. I was embarrassed Dean noticed, but he just put his arm around my neck, pulling my head to his shoulder and assured me they would return on Friday. I spent the rest of Wednesday, Thursday and Friday involved in the security arrangements for the big gala on Saturday. I was teamed up with Brian, the young Corporal from the Observation Room. We met earlier in the week and he seemed like a really nice guy. Working with him was a new experience for me in that he was a Corporal and I am a Lieutenant. That made me the senior man, not something I am use to. I must say, he is a good worker and followed through on tasks assigned to him without having to be checked on and reminded.. During the time I worked with Brian, I found out he had a great interest in Davey. He asked me several times about things involving Davey and was a little set back and disappointed when I told him Davey had just turned 14. I also thought it strategic to let him know clearly, I thought of Davey and Denny as my little brothers and I kept a very close eye on them. He seemed to get the message and his ardor cooled a little, although his interest was still very evident. I did learn, he lived with his mother and two younger brothers and he was the main means of support for the household. He had been working since high school and continued to do so, during his time at Community College. I admired him for his keen sense of family and his determination. He also looked on his job with McAdams Corp. as a career and had plans on remaining permanently with the Corp., working his way up through the ranks. "Anson, can I ask you something, which is likely none of my business, without you being angry with me ?" he asked me Thursday morning. "I won't get angry at anything you ask me, Brian." I told him. "But if it's none of your business, I may tell you so. Will that make you angry ?" "No." he responded. "I'm just trying to straighten out some things in my own mind." "Then your best not to skirt an issue with twenty questions, when one direct question may get the answer you need." I advised him. "Dale and Jason have a suite together." he said. "I think there's only one bedroom. Are they gay ?" "Yes." I responded. "They are in a permanent relationship." "Gee, that's cool." he replied. "You couldn't tell about either one of them, if you didn't know. Are there any other gays around here ?" "That, would be none of your business." I said. "I'm sorry." He hung his head and I could see a blush run up his neck to his face. "I just wondered, if it bothered you any, working with gay men ?" "Not in the least." I stated. "Does it bother you, knowing some of the men you work with, may be gay ?" "Oh. no." he burst out. "I think it's gre........er, I mean interesting." He had caught his enthusiasm and muted it, to a controlled response. "It must be hard for a gay man to work around studs like Dale and Jason and Ted and Dean and Davey, trying not to show any interest or reaction to them." I commented. "And you too." he muttered. Realizing what he'd said, he looked up at me, almost ready to cry. He could see that I knew. "You won't tell, will you ?" he almost whispered. "I'm so afraid I'd lose my job, if the wrong people knew." :I won't tell, but you should." I advised him. "Your peace of mind would improve your life greatly, if you had this discussion with Dale or Ted. I would go with you, if you wanted. Let me tell you, there is nothing Ted doesn't know about someone, before he hires them. The thing they all appreciate more than almost anything else, is honesty." "Let me think about it." he asked. "I could never talk to Ted, but maybe with Dale......" We left our conversation hanging. Laying in bed on Thursday night, the conversation with Brian kept running through my mind. I couldn't help wondering how experienced he was. He did not seem to have the confidence and self assurance in his sexuality I imagined an experienced, gay male would have. Dale had it, and so did Jason. Ted, Dean and Tim had it Even Kevin seemed to have it, much to my surprise. It was a sense of knowing who they were and what they wanted. Digger most certainly had it, but I didn't and Brian didn't seem to either. As I thought more about Brian and his handsome body, my stick popped up and started to drool. I really would like to jerk off, but Digger had told me I wasn't to touch it, other than to pee and wash. And I was not allowed to cum. I would obey him, so it would just have to stand there and throb and drool, while I tried to go to sleep. Digger had better get here in time to satisfy me before the dinner party, or my suit was going to be taking on a very noticeable and undesired shape. Digger - Friday afternoon Anson and I had been walking through the `castle' from our room to the back of the building, where we were loading to go out to the airstrip, on Wednesday afternoon. He was carrying my overnight bag, with a few small items in it, I wanted to keep with me. I had my jacket slung over one arm. As we passed a ground floor restroom, I grabbed his elbow and swung him into the little room. I locked the door and pushing him tight against the wall, grabbed him around his waist and kissed him deep and long, pushing my tongue deep into his throat for him to suck. Backing up slightly from his body, I slid my arms back to his front and unfastened his pants, pushing them and his underwear down his thighs, where they dropped to his knees. Breaking our kiss, I spun him around, so his back was held tight to my chest with my left hand, which had slid up under his shirt and was now squeezing his nipple unmercifully. My right hand grasped his hard cock and I masturbated him, holding it firmly and pumping quickly. He barely had time to arch his back and moan, before he flooded the wall in front of him with his thick, white cream. I continued to pump him, slower, until the last of his juice had rolled out onto the side of my hand and then I let him turn to watch me lick it into my mouth. I kissed him again, this time sucking his tongue into me. "We have to get going." I told him as he pulled up his shorts and pants. "While I'm away, I don't want you touching that weapon, except to pee and wash. Your not to cum, under any circumstances. Do you understand ?" "Yes, Sir." was his simple acknowledgment. He didn't ask about relieving me. He knew, if I had wanted it, I would have told him. Instead, he quickly wiped up the wall with some paper towels, we picked up the articles we had dropped on the floor and were off to meet the others. Dean and Jamie were waiting for us, so as soon as we arrived, we climbed into the people transport and rode out to the airstrip. When we arrived, Anson and I gave each other a hug and I shook hands with Dean, thanking him for the wonderful trip. Jamie hugged and kissed his Dad and then gave Anson a big hug. We climbed onboard the plane and a few minutes later we were off the ground. Jamie talked about the good times he had and asked me about the things I had enjoyed. I told him what I thought it was appropriate for a thirteen year old to hear. He just smiled, broadly, at me the whole time we talked. "You don't need to be embarrassed, Mr. Bailey." he finally assured me. "Davey and I were doing most everything you and Anson were doing and I thought it was terrific, too." I'm sure, I turned every shade of red known to man. I didn't think I could be embarrassed anymore, but this young pup was managing with no effort at all. "It was really nice of your Dad to invite me to come back this coming weekend for your Birthday celebration." I tried to change the subject. "I know who you are, Mr. Bailey." Jamie told me. "I've known for some amount of time. I just wasn't certain how to let you know, or if it was the best thing to do. I really appreciate how well you have looked after me while I've been at school. Will you continue to be with me, when we go home for good ?" "Being with you this year has been a pleasure." I replied. "I will stay with the security team and be one of the people looking after your safety. You will still be my main assignment, but I will also help the other boys." "That's good." he said. "We all like you and I don't think Anson would be at all happy, if you did not come back. In fact, I think he would be very sad." I just smiled at him, realizing I could have kissed Anson back at the airstrip and he would have understood. "You've changed, Jamie. You're not the young boy who I left with last Friday." I observed. "Yes, Sir." he answered. "Being with Davey and the other boys, I've come to understand a lot about myself, I didn't understand before. I believe this will all be for the better." The change in him was almost tangible. You could almost reach out and touch the blanket of maturity in which he was now clothed. The boy had become a young man. Life at the school was the same for the next two days, but Jamie wasn't. The other boys, who had virtually all ignored him through the school year, seemed to be drawn to him, as if he were a magnet. Each of them seemed to find qualities in him, they respected and desired. Proctors were coming to him, seeking advise. None of this attention had any effect on him. He was friendly, kind, tolerant and handled each person with respect and patience. The teaching masters were also taken with his new persona and all of them, to a man, showed him a respect, not normally provided to their students. I spent the two days and more importantly, the two nights, cleaning up my relationships. Each of my group of admirers made appointments to come and serve me, but when they arrived, I told them I could no longer accept their services. I did however fix up my butch, little, 19 year old, kitchen helper with the 23 year old math instructor and two other slaves. All seemed to be very pleased with the arrangements and I was pretty sure with his endless energy, each would have his needs satisfied on a regular basis. I heard a rumour in the locker room, some of the boys were discussing on Friday morning. It seems Jamie was seen going into the room of a certain 16 year old Proctor late last night, supposedly invited to provide a bit of sage advice on a matter of some importance. According to Jamie's roommate, he had not returned during the night. Neither one of them had been seen again, until they were showering this morning, when some of the other boys got to the shower room. The rumour included an observation Jamie had been smiling all morning and the Proctor apparently had a bit of a problem sitting comfortably at the breakfast table and in his classes. When I mentioned the rumour to Jamie during the plane ride this afternoon, I like the others, got only a big, satisfied smile. The plane set down at the airstrip just before 3:p.m. and the whole gang was there to meet us. Anson gave me a big, `welcome home' kiss in front of everyone, but no one seemed to take any notice, except the new guy, Brian, looked a little startled. I got hugs from Ted and the two younger boys and had a firm handshake from Kevin. Jamie was swarmed. The other three boys encircled him in a massive, group hug. His Dad even had to wait, but eventually got his hugs and kisses, as did Ted and Dale. Jason, Anson and Brian, all got hugs. On the ride back to the `castle', I sat next to Ted and filled him in on everything that had happened. Brian Taylor - Friday afternoon A week ago, I spent a sleepless night, contemplating the end of my career hopes and unemployment. I had no idea of how we were going to manage. Mom worked part-time, but she was needed at home, looking after Gus and Len. When you're 8 years old, like Gus, you need a parent or someone responsible to be at home for you. Even at 14, Len still needed supervision. I knew, `cause I had been 14 at home with none. Of course I had a 7 and 1 year old to look after back then. I think that's more demanding than just having adult supervision. Dad had been killed before Gus was even born. There was only a little insurance, so Mom had to work, just like I did once I was 16. We didn't have a whole bunch of things as I grew up, but we were comfortable, fed and loved. I loved my brothers more than anything else in the world. And now, we were going to lose the first real security we'd had in over eight years and it was my own fault. I had gone along with what I felt was wrong and now my neck was on the chopping block. Sometimes I could be a real ass. I just knew, when we met the Chief of Security, we were gone. And it was going to be him, who brought the ax down. I had seen him around a couple times in the past week. I knew he was new and I knew, he was part of the main team at the `castle'. I had only recently been assigned there, after doing security patrol for four months. The first time I saw him, I just stood and stared. He was gorgeous. He must have been several years older than me. He had soft brown hair, which went just perfectly with his soft brown eyes. He was clean shaven, without even a trace of a shadow and he was built like a weight lifter, muscular all over. You could see them ripple under his clothing, when he moved. His angular jaw and classic nose gave him a handsome appearance that screamed "masculine" at you. I was instantly in lust. When he came in to collect the boy, Kevin, on Sunday afternoon, I couldn't believe my luck at getting a close up look at him. He was everything I had seen plus imagined. The male testosterone oozing from him, made my blood boil and then turned it to ice, when I realized he was an angry Captain, about to crush my world. I just about wet myself when he raised his voice. Harold told me all along, not to worry. He was sure he had more influence with the "Chief", than this new guy. The Captain came along while we were in the Waiting Room, ready for the review with the Chief. I could only hang my head while we waited. The Chief had listened to both of us. Harold tried to pull his, "you know me", bull shit. I just admitted I was wrong, ready to accept the consequences. When the Chief made it clear that the Captain was the one in charge, I knew we were done. I almost cried as I imagined my life going down the drain. After the Captain spoke, I thought there was something wrong with me. I thought he had just given me more responsibility and another chance to prove myself. I was outside before I actually realized it was true. I still had my job, I still had my opportunities. I saw him walking across the garden and just had to thank him. I called out to him and he stopped and waited for me. He just told me not to disappoint him again. No lecture, no turning of the knife that had been in my gut the past day, just not to disappoint him again. He also said I was to call him, "Dale". After he walked away from me, he stopped and called me over. I was to go with him. We met a group out behind the gardens. I recognized most of those present. I certainly knew Kevin and lost no time apologizing for the way he had been treated yesterday. He just passed it off. No anger, no revenge, just accepting me as a new friend. I had met everyone and then along came Davey. He was really something special. I felt drawn to him immediately. He must have been 17 or 18, with blonde hair and about 5'6". A handsome face and fantastic build. I felt excited just watching him hurry over to the group. I forced my attention back to talking with Kevin and when we climbed in the people transport, I sat with Kevin. The transport took us out to the stables. It was when we arrived, I found out we were going riding. I had never been up close to a horse, let alone ridden one. I quietly passed this information along to Kevin. He was pleased as he could be. He hadn't ridden before either and was overjoyed to have someone else available to take the attention off his inability. Everyone ended up being very nice and helpful. Anson took charge of Kevin and me and coached us through the entire adventure. We ended up having a great time. When we returned to the stable after our ride, I must admit, I was starting to really feel all the places my body met the saddle. Sitting on the transport bench as we traveled back to the `castle' was a new experience. I'm sure I felt every little bump and hole in the road. I sat with Anson and Kevin and luckily Kevin was in the same condition. Anson teased us that we needed to find someone willing to rub the sore areas. Dale and Davey flashed into my mind before I even had time to think. If only I could. When we unloaded at the gardens, Dale came over and told me, everyone was headed in to the showers, to lose some of the stable odour and then they were going to have lunch. He told me, a change of clothing was needed, but before I could explain I had nothing with me, he said Anson would be taking me to his room and lending me some things to wear. It sounded like a better idea, than taking this smell into my already old, smelly car, so we headed into the locker room. All of a sudden, I realized this was high school all over again. I was going to be in the showers with seven very sexy, appealing guys. Everybody stripped and chucked their clothes into the laundry hampers. Anson told me to do the same and the items would be cleaned and available tomorrow morning. We all headed into the shower room. There was so much to look at and so little time. All were handsome, well built, super hung, male perfection. I tried not to be too obvious in my glances, but every time I looked in any direction, I was met with visions of maleness in absolute perfection and variety. My mind alternated, between admiring these beautiful, perfect forms and thoughts of bloody traffic accidents, to control my obvious reaction to this stimulation. When we were out and dried, there were fluffy, white robes for us to wear. Anson took Digger and myself upstairs to his room. Digger was visiting from out of town and had his suitcase in Anson's room. I had not been in any of these rooms before and was really impressed with how nice this one was. It had everything you would want in a bachelor apartment. The clothes Anson offered were a little large for me, but quite wearable. He even had a new package of underwear he said need not be returned. I promised to return the clothing tomorrow. He said just to bring them in and throw them in any laundry hamper. When we reached the cafeteria, the group ate together. Mr. Tanner came and joined us and everyone asked how the little boy, Denny, was doing. I had heard from Kevin he was sick. The younger guys all spent the rest of lunch telling Mr. Tanner, I was told to call him Ted, about the ride we had been on. They really seemed to have enjoyed it as much as I had. After lunch, everyone split off to do what they needed to. I headed home to be there before my brothers got home from school.. The rest of my week was spent working with Anson on security arrangements for the gala birthday celebration on Saturday. I found myself included in a `family' meeting on Wednesday morning which updated information for everyone. I met Tim Wright, the new Teacher at that time. Anson and I got along really well. I was comfortable working for him. If he wanted something done, he gave precise instructions, so there was never a question about what he wanted. We talked quite a bit over the three or four days. Friday morning we had a talk. I started out trying to get some information about who around here is gay and ended up with him knowing I am. I'm still not quite sure how it happened. Anson says I should not be concerned and should make it known to Dale or even Ted. I'm still not too sure about going that far, but I trust Anson and maybe he's right.