FIGMENT

By Wes Leigh

 

This is a work of wild fantasy intended solely for the entertainment of my readers; any resemblance to any real people or places is purely coincidental. This story involves romance and sex between adult men as well as between men and teens and preteens, some incestual. If you are uncomfortable with any of this, please choose another story. This story is the property of the author and is protected by copyright laws. The author retains all rights. No reproductions are allowed without the author's consent.

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Chapter Five

 

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E tel' kess delinu sel ar tel' tumelo si tel' pathos ath tel' Eladrin, nesh fae sehan pathos altro si ni nae rililel.

Like the wind blowing high above the mountains are the ways of the Eladrin, for they travel paths others are unable to ascend.

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Rick and I bundled up in warm winter coats the next morning and walked down to a small city park a few blocks from their apartment building. The park was empty for the most part, being early on a chilly Sunday morning. Our breath puffed out before us as we walked and talked.

"I have a confession to make," Rick said. He paused and added, "Not a confession. That makes it sound as if I'm doing something wrong. So, let's just say I owe you some clarification."

"You don't, though." I replied. "You don't have to explain yourself or justify anything to me."

"I know," Rick replied, "but I want you to understand us better, and you can't do that if I leave you in the dark."

I pointed at a bench in the sun. "Should we sit down? To be more comfortable?"

Rick bent over and touched the bench, jerking his hand back. "I don't think we'll be comfortable for long sitting on this block of ice. Unless you sit in my lap." He winked at me.

I laughed. "Then you'd have a warm lap but a frozen tush. Let's keep walking."

Rick reached out and took my hand. I had to smile. It felt bold, two men holding hands in public like this, which was something men from my generation never did for fear of ridicule or worse. There was no one around, so my anxiety quickly faded and I was left with feelings of joy, contentment, and a bit of pride for our fearless nerve.

We walked deeper into the park. Rick squeezed my hand gently before saying, "The boys and I love having you in our lives now. I'm sure we're nothing like any family you've ever seen before."

I shrugged. "You all have issues you're dealing with. Losing a wife and mother throws a family into chaos, but I think you're all doing pretty well, considering all you've gone through."

"Thanks for that, Caleb. It's kind of you to say it, but I'm sure you're wondering about ... well, about the way the boys and I approach sex."

Nodding, I said, "It's definitely been on my mind lately."

"There's a reason for it," Rick went on. "I've told you before that my boys and I have a very honest and open viewpoint on sex. I've never held anything back from them, always giving them a clear understanding of how their bodies operate and what to do to enjoy the sexual side of things."

I couldn't help but interject. "Trace seems to have more than a simple understanding of how his body operates."

Rick nodded. "He does. That's because I've permitted the boys to enjoy sex with me since they started puberty."

I said nothing, but I had noticed Rick's choice of words. Boys. Not boy. Not Trace alone, so it seemed likely that he'd also had sex with Drew, and possibly Figment too.

Rick continued speaking. "I've always let them set the pace. I've never forced anything on them, but I also never refused any request they made. It has drawn us closer together as a family, and my boys are maturing into well-balanced young men."

I couldn't agree with Rick on that. Trace was aggressive and angry, Figment withdrawn. Only Drew seemed `well-balanced'. I didn't want to offend Rick, but I felt I owed it to him to challenge his statement. "Trace is very volatile, don't you think?"

"Yes, he is," Rick admitted. "I know what you must be thinking. You're thinking my boys are troubled because their dad has had sex with them, but that's not why they're struggling. My family has fought its way through a terrible tragedy together, and although the boys are each striving to handle the loss, we're making it. With Trace, sex actually helps him to calm down." Rick stopped and pulled me around to face him. "Caleb, I know my son, and I can assure you that Trace finds an outlet for his anger when he's having sex with me or you or any other man. He's always calmer the next day. He'd be much angrier if he couldn't come to me for sexual release. Drew, on the other hand, uses sex as a way to avoid thinking about his loss. For him, sex is more of a chance to play and laugh. Sex is about having fun and discovering all that his body can do. He enjoys learning from his dad, and I would prefer to be the one to teach him, rather than leaving it in the hands of someone who might mistreat him."

I wasn't quite sure I bought Rick's logic, so I asked, "What about Figment?" After I asked that, I immediately regretted it. Even with Rick's relaxed attitude, surely he wasn't having sex with his ten-year-old?

Rick didn't answer right away. He seemed to be thinking carefully about his answer, and when he finally spoke, his voice was soft and concerned. "I worry about Figment. Of course, I do. When he quit talking, I tried everything I could think of to get him to speak. Nothing worked. We never stopped hugging him and loving on him, but it didn't seem to matter. He kept to himself, refused to fully participate in our family life. I suppose he'll start speaking again when he's ready, but until then, we'll keep loving him every moment of every day."

"Does ...," I paused, unsure if I wanted to know the answer to this question. "Does Figment participate in your sexual activities too?"

Rick shook his head. "He hasn't done much so far. Nothing more than a few peeks when the rest of us are loving each other, a few touches of me or his brothers, here and there. He's been curious and aroused by our activities, but he hasn't been interested in joining in, at least, not until you came along. He seems to be gaining interest quickly, judging by how often he fondles you."

I sighed. "I worry about that, Rick. He seems too young to be doing this sort of thing."

"Don't let that concern you. Figment is more mature than you know, and he will make it clear when he's ready to take the next step."

"I'm not sure I'm ready to take ANY step," I admitted.

"Then you'd better get ready," Rick replied.

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As we walked up the sidewalk to the apartment complex, still hand in hand, Rick said, "There's an old Eladrin proverb that should give you an idea about how my family operates. `Like the wind blowing high above the mountains are the ways of the Eladrin, for they travel paths others are unable to ascend.' In the lore of the Feywild, it's said that the Eladrin are considered immoral by other elves, but the fey elves ignore the opinions of those they feel are below them. `Our ways are not their ways,' they say. `We travel paths they cannot, for we love with a pure and unfettered love, and they speak out of jealousy.' I've tried to teach my sons that every relationship is based on love, and sometimes that love manifests in physical ways that bind you intimately with others."

"I understand what you're saying, Rick. It all makes sense, but I can't help but think about what others would say if they heard your philosophy."

"It's not a philosophy," Rick replied. He stopped me and turned to face me. "What all those other people in this world are saying ... THAT is philosophical. And theoretical and psychological and hypothetical. What my family and I have is real. Tangible. Practical. You can see how much we love each other, and if you want to join us, you can experience it for yourself. Then you can ask who is right? The fey elves or the philosophers of this world?"

"Rick, what are you suggesting?"

"I'm suggesting you hold off forming an opinion until you spend more time with the Altroterra family. I'm proposing you allow us to love you and return our love. I recommend you relax and allow the head of the family to be your gentle lover. Then experience the wild ride his oldest son will give you. Play and laugh with his second son. Love and be loved by his youngest. Discover all that love can and should be, then decide if you want to follow the paths only the Eladrin are able to ascend."

I laughed as I held his hands, staring into his dark blue eyes. "Why must everything include those blasted fey elves?"

He smiled back at me and said, "The Feywild is in our souls, and that's not a bad thing, Caleb. If you're honest with yourself, you know it's a part of you too."

Shrugging, I replied, "I suppose that's true, but if I hesitate to do this, it's not because of the fey elves."

He waited patiently for me to finish my thought.

My breath puffed around us, swirling in the cold morning air. "I really have become like a winter Eladrin, cold and indifferent to the world around me. Focused on my financial portfolios and preoccupied with teaching others to make money. It's been my way of coping with loss, and I've been afraid to risk my heart on another relationship. I'm scared, Rick. Scared to try again, because I might be torn up and thrown aside again."

"We will only love you," Rick replied. His promise hung in the air between us, held captive in the cloud of his breath.

"How can I be sure?" I asked. My words merged with his. Our frosty breaths swirled together between us.

"Ask your heart. It will tell you."

He released my hands and walked on up the sidewalk without me, turning when he reached the door and looking back at me.

Decision time.

My mind tried to warn me that this was too unusual, too frightening, too risky, too unbelievable. It couldn't be true. It was like some kind of wild fantasy I had created in my head to give me happiness at last.

But my heart refused to agree with my mind. My heart yearned for Rick's gentle touch, for Trace's passion, for Drew's jokes, for Figment's adoration.

I hesitated only a moment.

My heart won. I walked up the sidewalk and took Rick's hand as he opened the door. The boys were cuddled up together on the couch in their underwear, watching a movie. When they saw us, they jumped up and ran to hug us.

I felt genuinely loved, and for the first time in my life, I accepted that love without questioning the reason for it.

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"Sit here," Rick requested, pointing at the toilet. "Watch and learn," he added, with a warm smile.

Trace ran hot water into the tub, testing the temperature with his finger until he was satisfied, then he turned to his father and tugged Rick's pullover up and off. Trace kissed Rick, a bit aggressively, nipping at his father's lip. Rick didn't resist, though he did jump slightly when Trace's teeth closed on his upper lip. Trace growled and knelt in front of Rick, yanking at Rick's belt and tearing his pants down, pulling Rick's underwear halfway off in the process. Rick placed his hands on Trace's shoulders to steady himself, lifting his legs one at a time. Trace wasted no time tugging Rick's pants down and over his feet. Then Trace jerked Rick's underwear down to his ankles in one quick tug. Trace grabbed Rick's cock and engulfed it.

I suddenly discovered my pants were too tight for my comfort. I unbuttoned them and slid my hand inside my underwear, making room for my rock-hard boner.

Rick was still soft. Trace aggressively sucked him, stretching Rick's soft tube until it popped out of his mouth with a loud plop. Rick's cock was turning darker and beginning to swell. Trace ducked underneath, gobbling Rick's balls and pulling them down until his sac was drawn down and out. In quick succession, Rick's balls popped out of Trace's mouth. Rick's cock jumped and swelled more, poking Trace in the cheek. Trace pulled it down and licked all around the cap, then he sealed his lips on the end of his dad's cock and Trace's cheeks puckered as he suctioned. Rick's hands fell to the curly hair on the side of Trace's head as he lovingly caressed his son. Trace was stimulated by Rick's touch and pulled Rick in, shoving Rick's cock in and down his throat. Trace held himself there, with his lips pressed against Rick's belly, swallowing and gagging slightly.

I watched, amazed, as Trace wiggled his face from side to side, holding his father's cock buried deep in his throat, with his cheeks turning red. Finally Trace pulled off and gasped for air, then he began gently biting Rick's cock, moving down the now rigid shaft to the base, where Trace again sucked Rick's balls into his mouth and began tugging from side to side.

I looked up at Rick's face. His eyes were closed and he was grimacing in pain, but also biting his lips and moaning in pleasure. He pulled his hips back, causing his balls to pop out of Trace's mouth, and lifted Trace to his feet. Reaching down, Rick pulled the waistband of Trace's underwear out and down, releasing the raging erection in Trace's shorts. Rick knelt in front of Trace, pulling the briefs down to Trace's ankles. Then Rick gently held Trace's cock and slowly kissed it from base to tip, licking here and there, licking off a drop of precum.

Trace moaned and stroked his dad's cheeks. The intensity was gone, and now Trace was slowly quieting, enjoying the feel of his father's lips and tongue.

I heard giggles at the bathroom door, and turned to see Drew standing there, his underwear tented out obscenely in front. He giggled again and slowly wandered in and sat on my knee, watching Rick suck Trace.

I wrapped one arm around Drew and pulled him into a light hug. He turned to face me, mesmerizing me with his gorgeous eyes—one blue, one green. He grinned and leaned closer, whispering, "I've got a boner!"

I chuckled and whispered back, "I can tell."

He took my hand and nonchalantly placed it over his hard cock. He squeezed my hand, encouraging me to fondle him. I'm sure I've never felt a cock as hard as Drew's was in that moment. Rigid. Unyielding. Like marble, only hot beneath my hand. Throbbing with each beat of Drew's heart.

He pulled his underwear out and pushed my hand inside. His cock was thin, but long. A good five inches or so. And even hotter now that I felt the flesh pulsing inside my grip.

I squeezed and stroked. Drew leaned against me and sighed. His hand snaked down, rubbed my stomach, and slipped inside my underwear, gripping me in his fist. We began fondling each other in earnest, hearts beating faster, cocks throbbing, mine thick and hairy, his slim with the beginnings of a tuft of soft, curly hair growing just above it.

Rick stopped sucking Trace and stood up, leading Trace to the tub. Rick stepped in first and sat down, then urged Trace to sit in front of him. Trace leaned back against his father's chest with a contented sigh, and Rick slowly began washing Trace's chest and belly, arms and hands. Trace relaxed completely, enjoying his father's caressing touch. Trace's enormous cock bobbed in the water, still hard, but not as red and angry as before.

Drew stood up and slipped his underwear off, then sat back down in my knee. While Rick and Trace gently loved each other, Drew and I slowly jacked each other off, stopping only briefly when Drew arched his back and shot three watery spurts of cum onto my pant leg.

Rick watched from the tub, smiling as we cleaned off Drew's cum. He leaned down and kissed Trace on the top of the head.

Drew stood next to me, his cock still slightly swollen and wet on the tip. "I don't stop with one, because the second one is always stronger and takes lots, lots longer. Would you suck me now?" he asked, grinning mischievously.

I hesitated, unsure whether I could. He was only thirteen.

He turned his head to one side and frowned. "Caleb," he said, sounding slightly perturbed, "look at me."

His body was thin but beginning to develop solid musculature. I could see the signs that he would one day be like Trace, strong and athletic. His cock was well developed already, so he might reach or pass his brother in that department. His balls were sagging slightly, having dropped a bit now that he was fully into puberty.

Drew waited for me to look his body over, then lifted my chin so I was once again looking him in the eye. "What do you see, Caleb?"

"I see a handsome, young man," I replied.

He smiled indulgently and said, "You see a thirteen-year-old boy."

"Okay," I admitted. "But a very sexy thirteen-year-old."

He shook his head. "I'm not thirteen."

I had to chuckle at that statement. "Oh? And how old are you? Thirteen and three months?"

"I'm much older," he replied. "Fey elves mature slowly physically, and that's why my body appears as it does. But emotionally and mentally, I'm older than you. So please stop thinking of me as a boy and enjoy what I have to offer."

I searched his eyes for any sign of teasing or joking. Drew, for once, seemed quite serious.

Rick watched us from the tub. Trace, his head now turned sideways on Rick's chest, watched too.

I remembered the conversation Rick and I had had earlier. `Allow us to love you and return our love.'

I smiled at Drew, then reached behind him to pinch his butt cheek. He giggled and leaned in, his eyes wide and playful, and nipped my nose. I dodged his teeth, then ducked my head and took his quickly hardening cock into my mouth.

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I lounged in the living room after lunch, watching a movie and trying not to fall asleep, with Figment napping on my chest and Drew holding my hand while Rick and Trace cuddled on the other side of me, and I struggled to accept all that had transpired that morning.

I had watched a father and his seventeen-year-old son making passionate love while taking a bath. I had enjoyed sucking a thin, hard shaft belonging to a precocious thirteen-year-old, greedily swallowing the watery cum he eventually ejected. I had watched Trace stand up and make love to his father, groaning as he came and reaching around to jerk off his dad, who came less than a minute later. I had turned to see Figment standing in the doorway, his own small erection tenting out his briefs as he watched all of us, a happy smile on his face.

Why was I struggling to accept all this? Why not relish the sexual-free-for-all this man and his sons offered?

Good questions.

And I didn't have the answers.

Oh, and one more question. Was there something sinister and dangerous about the way Rick and his boys obsessed over the Feywild and the Eladrin?

Figment stirred and wiggled on my chest, sliding his hands around me and hugging me gently.

For the sake of us all, I had to find answers to those questions.

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I didn't spend the night with them again. I made up some silly excuse about being behind on my writing, and I knew Rick was fully aware that it was a pretext, but he didn't say anything. He simply kissed me at the door.

I did try to write that night, but explaining why older investors should shift from the stock market to less volatile investment strategies wasn't holding my interest for some reason.

Instead, I found myself searching for research articles on mass delusions, dealing with grief and loss, and countries where incest was legal. I wasn't surprised to see that people around the world couldn't agree. Some nations, including the United States, didn't outlaw incest, though many countries restricted it with minors. I tried making a connection between the dominant religions or cultures in each country. That didn't work. From what I could tell, no one agreed on what was acceptable, and they couldn't explain why they felt it was wrong.

I stopped right then and thought about Rick and his family. I saw the love they had for each other. It was almost tangible, holding them together, protecting them, comforting them. When one of them gently fondled another, it wasn't sexual so much as an expression of tender affection. Calling it incest seemed vulgar. It wasn't incest.

I still wasn't sure about the family's obsession with fey elves, but I was beginning to understand the true nature of their love for each other.

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Friday night, we all met at Mountain High Games for our weekly D&D session.

While the party members struggled with the puzzles and monsters I threw at them that night, Figment sat in my lap, rolling the dice and tallying up damage for me. I stopped fighting against my feelings and hugged him against my chest. He was warm and delightful in my arms, and I didn't worry any longer about how hard my cock was, pressed against his soft bottom. He wriggled around, reaching beneath him to grip my cock from time to time, adjusting it so it rested in his butt crack, then looking up to smile at me.

At one point, I kissed him on the forehead and whispered, "I love you, Figment."

He smiled even bigger and whispered back, "I love you, too, Caleb."

I stared at Figment, shocked. I looked up and saw Trace sitting next to me, gaping at us with his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open.

"Hey!" Drew exclaimed. "Figment talked!"

Sheri and Mark looked at each other, confused.

Rick got up and walked over, kneeling down next to me and placing his hand on Figment's knee. His eyes were filling with tears as he gently massaged Figment's knee. "Figment, sweet boy, it's wonderful to hear your voice again."

Figment smiled and touched his father's cheek, catching one tear on his fingertip.

"Daddy, I love you too," Figment whispered.

Rick gasped and sobbed, wrapping his arms around both Figment and me and hugging us to his chest. I struggled to my feet, holding Figment in my arms between us as Rick cried and embraced us harder. Drew jumped up and joined us. Trace almost knocked us all over when he rushed over and wrapped us up in a massive bear hug.

Figment groaned and said, "I can't breathe."

We all began laughing, but we relaxed our frantic hold on each other.

I turned to Sheri and Mark. "Maybe we should take a short break."

Mark still looked confused, but Sheri had tears in her eyes. She urged him to stand up and follow her outside, saying, "I'll explain it to you, knucklehead."

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After we finally calmed down, wiped away our tears, and caught our breath, I asked Rick if we should end the gaming session and call it a night.

Drew grumbled. Trace scowled. Figment, who was back in my seat fiddling with the dice, looked up and said, "We can't stop now. They haven't reached the special puzzle yet."

Rick gave a half-laugh, half-sob and said, "Well, I guess that's your answer, Caleb."

Mark and Sheri were approaching, each with a drink in hand. I motioned for everyone to take their seats around the table. Figment stood up and waited for me to sit down, then jumped up and wriggled his way back into my lap. I wrapped my arm around his chest, cuddling him. He took my hand and moved it down his chest, onto his stomach. He tugged his tee-shirt slightly higher, exposing his warm, soft belly, then moved my hand slowly around, making it clear he wanted me to caress his tummy.

It was difficult for me to concentrate, but I focused on my notes and said, "The tunnel ends in a blank wall. No indentations. No holes. There is a thin gap along both sides as well as at the top and bottom."

"Like it was designed to move?" Mark asked.

"Yes."

Mark grunted, "I'll check for traps." He rolled a die and said, "Twenty-three!"

Sheri punched him on the arm lightly, "You blasted rogues with your ridiculous dexterity bonuses."

Mark looked at me, expectantly.

I shook my head. "You detect no traps."

Mark looked around the table. "Who's the strongest?"

We all looked at Trace, and he muttered, in a horrible Scottish brogue, "That's right. Always ask the dwarf when you want somethin' pushed or shoved or killed." We laughed as Trace moved his figurine to the front of the group. "I put my shoulder against the door and shove with all my might." He rolled a twenty-sided die. "Ten, but with my strength, that makes it twenty-one."

Sheri giggled. "You blasted barbarians with your ridiculous strength bonuses."

Trace glanced at me, grinning.

I shook my head. "It doesn't budge."

Trace frowned. "Then I'll back up a few steps and charge the door."

"What are you hitting it with? Your shoulder or your head?" I asked.

"His head is harder," Drew interjected. "He should use that."

Trace glared at his brother, then said, "Fine. I'm wearing my leather helm. I'll go head first."

I motioned for Trace to roll the die. He did and shouted, "Natural twenty! Thirty-one with my bonuses!"

I whispered in Figment's ear. He smiled and said, "You wake up a few minutes later with cold water splashing on your face."

Trace stared at Figment, stunned.

Figment giggled and added, "You knocked yourself out. And the wall didn't move at all!"

Trace glared at Figment, "Don't think I'll forget this any time soon." He winked to show he wasn't serious, and Figment wriggled in my lap, snickering.

"I've got an idea," Drew said. He opened his player's guidebook and thumbed through the pages. Stopping, he read quickly and exclaimed, "This might work!" He looked up at me and said, "I'm casting a gaseous form spell on myself."

I laughed and said, "Alright. Your body and all your gear transforms into a misty cloud. You hover in the air, able to move wherever you wish, but you can't pass through solid objects. You can, if you wish, enter the space occupied by other people."

Trace groaned. "Oh, that's just great. Don't you dare try to enter me, you big fart."

I struggled not to laugh. Rick snorted and Sheri blushed.

Drew ignored his big brother and said, "I pass through the dwarf's body and decide it's too scratchy to stay. Then I drift over to the wall and try to pass through the cracks around the edge."

Nodding, I said, "There is just enough space for you to pass through. You find yourself on the other side of the block of stone. You're now in a cavern, glowing with the light of luminous moss that lines the path before you. In the center of the block of stone behind you is a simple ring hanging from a small chain."

Drew shouted, "AHA! I drop my gaseous form spell and go back to my sexy dragonkin body."

Trace rolled his eyes. "And he said my body was scratchy..."

"I grab the ring," Drew continued, "and pull it."

"You hear a rumbling, grinding noise," I said. "The stone slides up and out of the way. The rest of the party is able to join you inside the cavern."

I tickled Figment's belly with one finger. He looked up at me. I nodded. He looked at the players and said, "Prepare yourselves for mayhem. Roll for initiative."

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I quit making excuses. When we finished playing D&D that night, I simply smiled and nodded my head when Rick suggested I come over to their apartment for the evening.

We all slept in Rick's king-sized bed. Too tired for more than a bit of playful fondling, we fell asleep in a massive tangle of arms and legs and boners. And a few giggles.

 

The end of Chapter Five of FIGMENT