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 Seven

 

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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 certain.

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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