FIGMENT
By Wes
Leigh
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Azae. Quarlani'har. Aestar'il. Aul nah tel' Eladrin locae.
Living. Loving (in a platonic
sense). F***ing (loosely translated vulgarity). In
these the Eladrin delight.
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Our next D&D session started off with miserable news. Sheri
called me earlier in the day to tell me Mark was quitting the group to play
other games, but we both knew better.
"I'm sorry for the short notice, Caleb. I've been talking to
him since yesterday, trying to talk him out of it, but Mark's being a huge
baby."
I tried to stay cheerful and keep my disappointment from
showing. "It's okay, Sheri. Thanks for letting me know."
"Caleb, there's more ... I don't know how to say this without
upsetting you, so please try to understand where I'm coming from ..."
I sighed. "You're about to tell me that you're quitting the
group too?"
I heard the frustration in her voice. "I'm really sorry,
Caleb. I love playing D&D with you, but Mark is my fiancé, and well, I have
to do this."
"You don't have to explain, Sheri. I get it. Your
relationship with Mark should have top priority."
"I don't want it to sound like I'm picking Mark over you,
Caleb." She sounded irritated and upset.
I decided to use humor to make the conversation less
uncomfortable for both of us. "Sheri, D&D is only one night a week. Mark
will be every night of every week of every year for the rest of your life."
She giggled. "Well, when you put it that way, I may need to
reevaluate my priorities."
"You're doing the right thing, Sheri. Focus on you and Mark for
now. Who knows? He might change his mind and you'll be joining us a month from
now to invade a hill giant fortress. I'll keep the dice warmed up for you."
"Thanks for being so understanding, Caleb."
"No problem. Tell Mark I said, `Hello.'"
"I will, and let Rick and the boys know I'll miss them. I'm
sure you guys will enjoy some wild nights without us."
I paused, suddenly concerned. Did she know what we were
doing together? Had she seen Figment fondling my cock while he sat in my lap?
Sheri must have noticed my nervous hesitation. She added,
"Caleb, sweetie, you don't need to pretend with me. I know you're gay. I know
you're hooking up with Rick, and it's obviously been good for both of you. I
can see it in your eyes when you look at each other. And those boys of his
couldn't hope for a better step-dad than you. I'm sure it will be good for all
of you."
"Thanks, Sheri. I ... I don't know what to say."
"Don't say anything, Caleb. Just enjoy this new family
that's taken you in. Did you know I grew up in a big family?"
"No, I didn't."
"Yep, two big brothers, three little sisters, and a baby
brother. When I go home for Christmas, the house gets more crowded every year. I
think we're up to eight grandkids now."
"You and Mark better get busy then. You have a lot of
catching up to do."
Her laughter was immediate. "No way, my friend. I'm an
old-fashioned girl. We're getting married before I start raising my own big
family, and none of that is on the agenda until I finish my degree!"
"Will you stay in touch, Sheri?" I asked, trying my best to
keep my voice from quivering.
I heard a catch in her voice as she answered, "Of course, I
will! We can meet for cappuccinos next Wednesday if you want. Mad Dog Coffee?
Seven-ish?"
"It's a date," I agreed, swallowing hard.
"See you there, Caleb." And she disconnected before either
one of us could get blubbery about it.
I felt Rick's strong arms sliding around my waist from
behind, pulling me back against his chest. "Everything okay?" he asked.
I shook my head as I placed my phone on the table next to
Rick's bed. "Mark and Sheri quit the D&D group."
Rick didn't ask why. I'm sure he knew what was going on.
Instead, he nuzzled the back of my neck, kissing me in that teasing way he had
that made me shiver and wiggle my butt back against the lump in his pants. I
needed the distraction, and Rick was doing a wonderful job of taking my mind
off Mark and Sheri.
He slid his hands down my stomach, inside the waistband of
my pants, and cupped my cock and balls over my underwear. "We have a few
minutes before the boys get home from school. Can I talk you into a pre-D&D
gaming session? In the shower, perhaps?"
I chuckled. "That will make clean-up a snap."
"Always so practical," he whispered, nibbling on my earlobe.
His fingers stroked my hardening cock, and I felt him slowly humping me from
behind. He was boned up too, judging by the solid rod sliding against my butt.
I unfastened my pants and worked them halfway down my
thighs, dragging my underwear with them. I felt Rick quickly yanking at his own
clothing, and I was not surprised when his long, hard shaft began sliding up
and down the cleft of my ass. He pulled me back against him and reached around
to grab my cock in one hand and my balls in the other. My cock began oozing
precum, simply from the touch and the feel of his body pressed against my back.
I wasn't the only one, apparently, because his cock felt slippery as he slid
inside my crack.
"I've wanted you to myself for a few days now," he whispered
in my ear.
"How long do we have until the boys get home?" I asked,
moaning.
"Thirty minutes," he replied.
"Should be enough," I sighed, bending over and offering him
my ass.
He didn't hesitate. The precum oozing from his cock provided
all the lubrication we needed.
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We were cleaning each other up in the shower when the boys
got home. They heard the shower running and all three pushed into the bathroom
to leer at us.
Drew, naturally, had something to say. "Trying to BUTTER UP
the DM before the game tonight?"
I quickly responded, "Oh, definitely not. I cannot be
bribed, blackmailed, or manipulated. Despite your father's attempts to
influence me, I'll still torture his paladin later tonight."
Rick, playing along with me, pulled me into a hug. "My
paladin loves to be spanked. Preferably by an orc with crooked teeth."
"EWWW, that's nasty," Drew exclaimed, grinning as he pushed
past Trace and Figment, heading for their bedroom.
Trace looked us up and down. It was obvious he wanted to
climb into the shower with us.
Rick must have noticed too, because he asked, "You guys have
any homework you need to do?"
Shrugging, Trace replied, "Nothin'
that can't wait until later this weekend."
"Why don't you get started on it now?" Rick suggested. "Less
to do when you want to have some fun later."
Trace looked down at our soft cocks and grinned. I could
tell what type of fun he had in mind. But he didn't object to his father's
suggestion, turned, and headed down the hallway after Drew.
Figment remained in the doorway, watching us with a happy
grin on his face.
"Did you have a good day at school?" I asked.
He nodded. "It was okay, but I'm glad to be home."
"I'm glad you're home, too," I
replied. "I've been thinking about doing things a little different for D&D.
As soon as I get out and get dried off, I want to talk to you about it."
His eyes flashed with worry, unsure what I was going to
suggest.
"Don't worry. You'll like my idea," I said.
Figment nodded and left the bathroom, leaving Rick and me a
chance to dry off and get dressed.
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With two fewer players in the group, I could make a few
minor adjustments in the evening D&D scenario, cutting down on the number
of monsters slightly and reducing the power of the final boss. But there was
another way to handle this. Figment was seated at the kitchen table next to me,
helping me finish the preparations for the game that night. "Did your dad tell
you about Mark and Sheri?" I asked.
He nodded. "Yeah, I wish they wouldn't quit."
"Me, too, buddy. Me, too."
"Can we still play with only three people?" he asked.
"We can, but it would be easier if we had at least one more
party member."
"Do you know someone else who will play?" he asked.
I smiled and pointed at Figment. "I was hoping you might
give it a try."
His voice cracked as he asked, "You don't want me to be your
helper anymore?"
I slid my arm around his neck and hugged him gently. "Oh, I
still do, but I thought you might like to play too. And I think I'd have an
easier job as DM if there were four players."
He tilted his head to one side as he considered my
suggestion. "Are you sure you don't need my help?"
"I did need your help when there were five
people playing. There were more monsters to keep track of and all that damage
to subtract, but with only four players, I should be able to handle it. I did
okay before your family joined the group, so I think I'll be good."
"Okay," he said with a shrug. He pulled out my player's
handbook and sat down at the table, flipping through the pages to the character
classes. I wondered what he'd choose, and I wasn't surprised when he stopped on
the wizard. He looked up at me coyly and said, "I'll be a master illusionist,
fooling everyone with my spells."
I handed him a blank character sheet to fill in, while I
went back over my notes for that evening's game session, slightly adjusting the
monsters' strengths for a party of four.
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There was no point in heading down to the game shop to play.
We decided it would be just as fun to use the kitchen table, so Figment and I
drove down to Mountain High Games, grabbed my hex maps and figurines, and told
the owner we wouldn't need our reserved table any more. He nodded and waved as
we ran out the door. On the way back to Rick's place, I stopped for pizza and
sodas.
When we arrived at the apartment, we were surprised to see
Rick, Trace and Drew waiting in the living room. They had brought in every
pillow in the house, covered them with blankets and sheets, and created a
relaxed environment for our game.
"What's all this?" I asked, placing the boxes of pizza on
the coffee table in the living room.
"We decided to play in here," Rick replied, "but with a
twist. Drew wants to tell you."
Drew was practically dancing in place with excitement. "We're
playing strip D&D! It was my idea."
"Huh?" I brilliantly replied.
"Every time one of us loses ten hit points, we have to take
something off," Drew said, grinning impishly.
Trace wiggled his eyebrows and added, "Every time we kill a
monster, the DM has to remove a piece of clothing."
"Hmmm," I replied, scratching my chin. "I think the monsters
are gonna be extra tough tonight."
Drew grabbed me around the waist and tried to lift me into
the air. "You can't cheat, Caleb! They have to be regular monsters."
"Can I wear extra clothes?" I asked, teasing him.
"Nope. The same as all of us. A shirt. Pants. One belt. Two
socks. And underwear."
"I should get to wear a hat, too. As the DM." I looked at
Rick. "Help me out, Rick. Your boys are trying to see my naked butt."
He laughed. "I think they've seen it a few times by now, but
I agree. The DM should get to wear a hat and a tie, because he's gonna be naked by the end of the first battle! Right,
guys?"
All three boys cheered and laughed. Drew and Figment ran
into their bedroom and came back with a cowboy hat and one of Trace's jock
straps.
"We couldn't find a tie," Figment said, grinning.
"But you can wear this over your underwear," Drew suggested,
handing me the jock.
"Is it clean?" I asked.
Trace took it and lifted it to my nose, grinning. I sniffed.
It wasn't clean. It smelled musty with Trace's virile scent. I immediately
popped a boner, which Trace noticed and reached down to squeeze.
It was going to be a wild night of D&D. Of that, I was
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An hour later, I stood up and took off my last sock, leaving
me in my own underwear with Trace's jock strap over them. Two items of clothing
left. Six trolls were dead and only two were left for the party to kill.
Rick was in good shape, having lost only his shirt and belt.
As a heavily armored paladin, he had been able to fend off almost every hit. I
decided I might have to cheat a bit to get him naked.
Trace's leather-armored dwarf barbarian had taken more
damage. Trace was reckless and fearless, so he often charged in without regard
to the strength of the foe. He still had his pants and underwear, but he was
missing the rest of his clothing.
Drew had lost only his pants. I had managed a lucky blow on
his sorcerer, hitting him for fifteen points damage. True to form, Drew chose
to lose his pants first, dancing around the living room with his boner tenting
out his underwear. He was now wearing his belt around his belly, since he no
longer had pants to keep up.
Figment was at full health, hanging back and casting
fireballs at strategic locations, killing my trolls and cauterizing their
wounds so they couldn't regenerate.
I knew where this was headed. Ha! I knew what would happen
before we rolled the first die. And the boys knew it too. I tossed my sock to
the side and sat down. When we resumed play, they ganged up on my last two
trolls, killing them both in the same round.
I stood up and looked around at their eager eyes.
Trace began chanting, "Take it off. Take it off. Take it
off."
Soon the other boys joined him, and even Rick was laughing
as he joined his sons in calling for my complete disrobement.
I placed my thumbs in the waistband of my underwear, pulling
down both my shorts and the jock strap only an inch on one side. I let them
slip back up and wiggled the other side down. Turning around, I showed them the
top half of my butt, which resulted in cheers. I glanced over one shoulder and
seductively lowered everything until my entire ass was hanging out.
I swear Drew began licking his lips in anticipation.
Laughing, I turned back to face the boys and jerked the
front down an inch, exposing my dark patch of pubic hair. The base of my cock
was showing, thick and plump. Yes, I was totally hard, but so were they,
judging by the swollen lumps in their pants.
Without any more delay, I yanked it all down to my ankles,
allowing my boner to pop out and spring up, slapping my belly.
They all cheered and clapped.
I nonchalantly kicked the underwear and jock strap to the
side and put my hands on my hips, jiggling back and forth to the applause of my
D&D players.
From that point on, I experienced one of the strangest
D&D sessions I've ever played. How often do you have sorcerers and wizards
running into the midst of a battle so they can take damage and loose another
item of clothing?
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Rick and Trace were stretched out on a blanket, head to toe,
giving each other blow jobs. Their grunts and moans made it clear they were
enjoying themselves.
On the couch, Drew carefully lined up his thin boner with
Figment's pucker. I slowly stroked Figment's small erection while Drew slid
carefully inside his little brother and began thrusting gently in and out.
Figment sighed contentedly, reaching down to stroke me. "When
he finishes, I want you to go next."
I kissed Figment, silently agreeing to his request.
I had never ended a D&D game with an orgy before. Highly
recommend it.
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Saturday morning—actually around 3 a.m.—I woke up, unable to
sleep. The bed was crowded as always, and I had Trace spooned up behind me with
Figment's soft butt pressed against my groin. Trace, amazingly, was soft.
Figment was not. I had a semi. Drew and Rick snored softly on the other side of
the bed, facing each other, hugging.
My thoughts were racing.
In my wildest imagination, I had never pictured myself in an
orgy with a man and his sons. I had never wanted to be fucked by a sweaty stud
of a seventeen-year-old. I had never dreamt of exchanging blowjobs with a horny
and playful thirteen-year-old. And I had certainly never conceived of the
possibility of falling in love with a beautiful, green-eyed ten-year-old who
adored me like Figment did, not to mention begging me to make love to him every
chance he got. And I never thought I'd enjoy doing it, though not as much
apparently as Figment enjoyed receiving my frenzied pounding.
Rick was a tremendous lover. His cock hit all the right
spots when he was thrusting up inside me, and he was willing and able to take
me anytime I felt like returning the favor. That was part of my dilemma. With
such a considerate and satisfying lover, why would I want sex with his sons
too?
It wasn't something I'd asked or pushed for. Quite the
opposite. I'd been hesitant, resisting every step of the way. And yet, somehow,
events had led me slowly and inexorably to this point, where I was sleeping
naked with my new family all around me, the soft, thick cock of a teenager tucked
between my legs from behind, the rigid shaft of a sweet, little boy held
between my fingers, and my mind drifting in amazement.
There was no way to put this genie back into the bottle, not
even if I wanted to. I loved being a part of this wild and horny family, but I
didn't want to lose track of what was more important here.
Love.
Somehow, I wanted to steer the family, much like I guided
our D&D games. I didn't want the sexual games to dominate our relationship.
I wanted Rick to know I was devoted to him. I wanted to help Trace calm down
and enjoy life. I wanted to laugh with Drew over silly jokes. But most of all,
I wanted Figment to know how much I adored him.
Sighing, I realized it wouldn't be easy, because this really
was the horniest bunch of guys I'd ever run across.
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Rick surprised me the next morning with a startling
suggestion. "What do you think about moving in with us?" he asked.
I choked on the bite of buttered toast I'd been eating and
washed it down with some coffee.
Rick chuckled and added, "Didn't mean to scare you, bud."
Waving my hands, I was finally able to reply, "No, that's
okay. Didn't scare me. Just wasn't expecting that question." I frowned and
asked, "Are you serious?"
"Absolutely. The boys and I love you, and I'm sure they'd
agree. We'll ask them when they get up."
Trace came wandering into the kitchen, bleary-eyed,
scratching his naked hip. "What's to eat?" he mumbled.
"Cereal. Juice. Toast," Rick replied, pointing at the
counter.
Trace stumbled to the counter and began pouring breakfast
cereal into a bowl. "Ask us what when we get up?" he grunted.
Rick took my hand and held it, then turned to Trace and
asked, "Would you be okay with Caleb moving in with us?"
Trace nodded as he poured milk. "Sure. Give me more chances
to fuck his ass."
"TRACE! Language!" Rick admonished.
I wasn't concerned about the language as much as by the
attitude.
Trace grinned. "Just kidding, guys. But it would be nice to
have another car. I have swimming team practice in an hour, by the way."
Drew and Figment drifted into the kitchen. "We're getting
another car?" Drew asked.
"Maybe," Rick replied. "I've asked Caleb to move in with
us."
Drew and Figment stopped and stared at us.
Drew began smiling, then pumped his fist. "Yes!" he
exclaimed. "Now we can play D&D every night!"
Figment's dazzling green eyes sparkled as he ran up and
threw himself into my arms. He looked up at me and whispered, "Please say yes."
Damn. How could I refuse now?
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Rick took Trace to swim practice; Drew went with them,
having nothing better to do. I took Figment to his piano lesson.
As we drove, Figment studied me.
When I couldn't take the silent inspection any longer, I
asked, "What's up, little dude?"
He grinned and replied, "You never said yes. Are you going
to move in with us?"
"I'm still thinking about it," I admitted.
His gaze flicked back to the road ahead. "You should. It
would be very good."
I wanted to say yes, but it was all moving too fast for me.
On the one hand, it would give me a chance to do what I had planned, helping
the family, steering them, moving them to a healthier place individually and as
a whole. On the other hand, it would mean giving up the quiet peace I had come
to enjoy in my beautiful home. I'd have to leave my spacious house and move into
a tiny two-bedroom apartment—
Wait.
Why do that?
Figment could see that my brain was spinning as I considered
a new possibility. He didn't say a word, but gave me time to think.
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After piano practice, Figment helped me make sub sandwiches
for lunch. We didn't have much time, so we'd decided on something simple. Figment
took the finished sandwiches to the table while I opened up several bags of
chips and a jar of pickles. We had just set the table when the front door
opened and the rest of the family ran in, laughing and shouting.
"Caleb! Figment! Guess what!" Drew shouted.
We turned as they rushed into the kitchen. "What's going
on?" I asked, startled.
"You tell `em, Trace," Drew said.
Trace smiled smugly and held up a sheet of paper. He handed
it to me to read. With Figment looking on, we saw a list of names underneath
several swim strokes. Trace Altroterra was listed
three times, under 200-Yard Freestyle, 100-Yard Butterfly, and 400-Yard
Freestyle Relay.
"What is this?" I asked.
Drew was jumping up and down, clinging to Trace's arm. "It's
the team line-up for next week's swim meet. The coach picked Trace for three
different events!"
I looked up at Trace, impressed and happy for him. He was
trying to contain his pleasure, but I could see he was thrilled. I put my fist
out for Trace to bump. "Way to go, stud!"
"Cool!" Drew yelled. "Sub sandwiches and pickles!"
I pointed at the table, encouraging everyone to take a seat,
grab a plate, and dig in. Rick said, "I'm very proud of you, Trace. You've
worked hard all year, and you're getting rewarded for it."
"Thanks, Dad. Now I just have to dominate in the pool!"
Trace replied, finally giving in to his excitement.
Rick turned to Figment. "How was piano practice?"
Figment nibbled on a chip as he replied, "Good. I'll play
the new song I learned for you later. Caleb has a nice piano. Maybe I can use
it instead of my keyboard. The song will sound a lot better there. What do you
think, Caleb? Can we go to your house this afternoon?"
Rick seemed embarrassed. "Figment, you shouldn't invite
yourself to someone's house like that."
"It's okay, Rick," I replied. "I don't mind. It actually
works with something I had in mind. After lunch, let's all drive over to my place."
Secretly, I was wondering if Figment had somehow figured out what I intended.
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The boys were suitably impressed with my house, especially
the massive family room with a baby grand piano in one corner and a big screen
television on the wall. I didn't own a game console, but I had a souped-up
computer with a few of the latest popular video games. My kitchen was enormous
and well equipped. The back yard was huge with an in-ground pool (shut down for
the winter) and a jacuzzi (still available for use thanks to space heaters). There
were four spacious bedrooms, two full-sized bathrooms, and a massive ensuite
bathroom with a garden tub for the master bedroom.
They ran from room to room, oohing and ahhing
and pointing out every detail.
Rick stood next to me, looking around and nodding. He
whistled softly and said, "I can see that writing financial investment books is
quite profitable."
Chuckling, I replied, "Especially if you apply those
principles to your own portfolio and get lucky with a few investments."
"Beautiful place, Caleb. I'm surprised you want to spend so
much time with us in our cramped little apartment."
"Funny you should mention that," I said, turning to face
Rick. "As small and crowded as your apartment is, I enjoy being there because
of the love that fills every inch of your place."
Rick smiled. "Does that mean you'll move in with us?"
"Actually, I had something else to propose." Gesturing
around me, I said, "This is a big house, but it's empty and lonely. I've been
content here, but not happy, not until I met you and your boys. I would love to
hear their joyful shouts reverberating around this big, old house on a regular
basis."
"What are you suggesting?"
"It's a big house ..."
"You said that already," Rick pointed out.
"Four bedrooms. Every boy could have his own room."
The boys in question came running in and shouting.
"This place is incredible!" Drew shouted.
"He has a pool AND a jacuzzi, Dad!" Trace cried.
I laughed and said, "If you lived here, you could practice
your swimming all summer long without going down to the pool."
Trace laughed. "It's not long enough for laps, but yeah, I
could get extra practice in ... wait. What are you saying?" Trace looked at his
dad, his eyes wide in surprise. "Are we moving in with Caleb, Dad?"
Drew started jumping up and down. "YES! My own bedroom.
SWEET!"
Rick held out his hands, motioning for them to settle down.
"Hang on, guys. You're getting ahead of us a bit. Caleb hasn't asked us to move
in with him."
I smiled. "Then let me make it official, Rick. Will you and
your boys move in with me?"
Trace and Drew mobbed Rick, demanding that he agree. Figment
slid up next to me and took me in his arms, pressing his cheek against my chest
and nuzzling against me. Rick glanced at me and shrugged, nodding yes.
Apparently, it was unanimous.
The end of Chapter Seven of
FIGMENT