teen2b slow)(42/56)
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 mind-blowing 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 do not usually acknowledge e-mails, instead using my time to write. I do appreciate hearing from you. Hope that you continue enjoying the story. LJB
To Fulfill a Prophesy
Section 42
Dean - Sunday afternoon (cont'd)
"Well, I wasn't given access, at all and I have a question." Jason interjected. "I would like to know what happened with Kevin, yesterday ? At one point he was injured and five minutes later he wasn't."
"The Guardians have the ability to assist each other when they are sick or injured." Kevin said. "I was injured and the Guardians assisted me."
"Why haven't you assisted Davey with his arm ?" Anson asked. "He's had that cast on for almost two weeks."
"They don't need to help me with my arm. It has healed." Davey explained. "Mr. Chen healed my arm before we even went away to the `cabin'. The cast was put on by an outside person, Dr. Kleig. He has pictures of the fracture. I also may have to appear in court. If the cast were off and my arm was healed, too many questions would be asked. I keep the cast, but my arm is as good as new."
"You need to have patience. We are working out the gifts we have been given." Kevin added. "There is more to them, than the Prophesy foretold. We are just finding out ourselves and once we find out, we must test them and exercise them. It is like learning to walk. When we learn, we usually share the information with one of you."
"What do you mean there is more to your gifts than the Prophesy foretold ?" Ted asked.
"We did not know we would be able to share thought with each other." Davey said. "If I wish to tell Jamie something, I can think it to him. At first I had to touch him to do it, then I only had to see him and now I can do it at some distance. We are going to try all week to see if we can do it while he is away."
"This is all new to us, as well." Kevin told us. "I have always been good at languages, but until Denny passed me the rest of my gift, that's all I could do. Now I am learning much more. I can tell where any of my brothers are at any time. I also know where you are Dad and you too, Uncle Dean. We are tied to you as well."
"I'm sorry, Jason." Jamie apologized. "We are not intentionally leaving you, or any of the rest of our family out. We just do not yet know the answers to all the questions."
"Thank you Jamie and all of you." Jason responded. "I don't feel left out. I just naturally like to work with as much information as I can. It makes me feel I can do a better job for each of you. I care too much about all of you, to not be able to do my best."
"Thank you boys." Debra said. "I think I understand much better what this is about and I believe I will be able to handle this better on my own, because of that understanding."
"If there are no further questions." Dean asked.
"Dad, I have a question for you." Jamie ventured. "If occasionally, the Guardians identified to you, a child with vast potential, who like my brothers, was in need of help from the family, orphaned, abused, homeless, or just in need, what could you, or any of the rest of us, do ?"
Ted - Friday afternoon
It has been a busy and productive week, but also a week in which we have established some of the routine we will be following. Dean and I spent our mornings at Head Office and cleared up the back log of items, which had been set aside, while we have been occupied the past two weeks. It is impossible to believe this adventure started just short of three weeks ago. So much has happened.
Jamie, Digger, Debra and Eduardo left on Sunday afternoon as expected. The plane made a slight detour and dropped Debra and Eduardo off. Dean had arranged for a limousine to be waiting for them and they were delivered safely home. Jamie's nightly telephone call, let us know they had arrived safely and all was going well for both him and Digger. They will be able to leave early again on Friday and will be home in the mid-afternoon.
Classes here at the `castle' are progressing on a satisfactory basis, according to our teacher. Davey and Denny were both still enjoying their morning sessions with Tim and he reported they are exceptional students and learning as fast as he can present things to them. He speculated their emergence as Guardians has caused them to become ultra receptive to absorbing information and learning new things. This week Davey has moved up three reading levels. Individual tutoring from Kevin was also helping in that area.
Denny has presented us with a new problem, following the meeting on Sunday. He and I had talked about Gus. Gus has a problem with his relationships. He likes people to take notice of him. He especially likes adults to appreciate and recognize him. In order to achieve this, Gus will go to great lengths to place himself in the best possible light. If this means telling a tale about someone, or even telling a lie about them, Gus will do so. The result being, Gus has no friends. Even Len, his brother, has as little to do with Gus as possible. Brian is oblivious to the problem. Lily Taylor knows something is not right, but does not know what it is.
When Denny told me, I knew his information would be accurate. The question was, what to do about it ? We had considered Lily for the job opening and suggested the boys spend the summer at the `castle' in response to Anson's telling us about the problems Brian and his family had to deal with. I decided to take the direct route with this. I scheduled a meeting with Brian and Lily for after lunch, when I returned from Head Office on Monday. I also asked Lily, if we picked Len up from school, if he could come for lunch and part of the meeting.
"I hope I haven't caused too much inconvenience asking you all to meet with Denny and me." I told them. They all indicated not. "We had a discussion at our family meeting yesterday, about inviting Gus and Len to come and spend the weekdays here with us at the `castle' through the summer holidays." Len's face lit up and Lily looked surprised, but pleased. "We all agreed it was a good idea, but we ran into a small problem and would like Len's help."
"I'm sure Lenny will help in anyway he can, Mr......er, Ted." Lily said. "Won't you dear ?" Len nodded enthusiastically.
"In checking things out, we find Gus has no friends." I informed them. "He has had several boys start out on friendships with him and yet they break off after a short period. All the adults find him charming, but his peers just don't want to talk about him. They almost seem angry with him. Do you have any ideas about this ?" Len sat quietly and didn't say anything.
"We would really like to have you spend the summer with us, Len," I continued, "but if we can't resolve this situation, so we can help Gus, then we aren't going to be able to make it happen."
"Are you sure....." Lily started to question, but Brian placed his hand on her arm and she looked at him and stopped. Brian had been around long enough to know I was working toward something. We sat in silence for a couple minutes. Len looked up from the floor to me.
"Gus lies." he admitted. "He says things to make himself a `goody' with their parents. Usually what he says isn't true and often gets his "friends" in trouble. Pretty soon, kids don't play with him, or want him around."
"Lenny, how long has this been happening ?" his mother asked.
"I don't know." he replied. "It seems like it's more since last fall. He tried it with me a couple times and got me in trouble with Brian. I told him, if he lied about me anymore, I'd beat him up. He stopped."
"I knew something was going on with him, but I couldn't figure it out." Lily commented.
"I think you may find this has something to do with you coming to work full time, Brian." I speculated. "You're his male authority figure and role model and he lost having you available. He had to make sure he had other adult approvals and that he didn't lose them. Unknowingly, his actions ended up causing their loss."
"What are we going to do about him ?" Lily wondered aloud.
"We're going to have him spend the summer with us." Denny spoke up. "Brian is here, you are here and we have lots of big guys who will approve when he behaves and not put up with his misbehaving." Lily looked surprised at what Denny was saying.
"Is that okay ?" Lily asked me.
"If Denny says so." I smiled. "We will let the staff know what's going on. We have lots of adults here and no one will listen to his stories about others. If he tells any, he will be brought to you or Brian. If you are not available, Dean, or I, or one of the senior security men, will deal with him. I think the habit will end quickly. We will deal with each and every incident, quickly. The one thing you can know for certain, Lily, is that our boys never lie."
"I can verify that, Mom." Brian stated. "I couldn't believe how honest and forthright these boys are."
It had been settled. When regular school let out, Gus and Len would start coming in with Brian for breakfast and going home with either Lily or Brian, depending on their needs and schedules. During the rest of the day, they would be with the other boys, involved in whatever activities had been planned.
Mr. Dennis was pleased with Lily, as an associate. In this first week, she helped him put the office back into order and showed herself to be a competent professional. The routine of the household settled into a pattern again and everything seemed more settled and orderly. Our early morning, cold footed, alarm clock kept his schedule prompt and had discovered, no doubt with his gifts, how to enter my suite in the morning, without any assistance. He would now, just all of a sudden, be in our bed.
"Dean, are you cuddled up to me, putting your cold feet on my thighs ?" I asked. (giggle, giggle, giggle was heard from under the covers)
"Not me." Dean answered. "I'm way over here on the edge of the bed. Oh, holy shit !!" Dean yelled as the cold feet on my thighs, moved over to the small of his lower back. (giggle, giggle)
"Dad says we're not suppose to talk like that, Uncle Dean." Denny's voice squeezed forth from under the covers.
"Well, Uncle Dean says, he's going to buy you a pair of foot warmers, to wear to bed at night." Dean responded. (more giggle and then laughter as Uncle Dean reaches over and tickles him)
These still remained favourite times of the day for both Dean and me and I think for Denny too. We snuggled with him and listened to him talk and asked him about the things which interest an 8 year old. It was a time when our little boy was with us, not one of the Guardians and it made him special to both of us. He would have his morning shower with us and then, after getting dried in one of the big, fluffy towels, he would race, usually naked, over to his own room to pounce on Davey, or get dressed, or both.
With Jamie back at school, Davey had returned to sleeping in his own bed. Not usually willing to waken as early as his younger brother, he only occasionally trudged over to my suite in the morning. When that happened, he was almost always half asleep and would lay with us and doze while Denny talked away. He needed to make sure he was awake, by the time we headed for the showers, or he would get tossed over Dean's or my shoulder and dumped into the wet cubicle. The few times this happened, I am sure were actually planned ahead by our boy/man.
I made a point every afternoon or evening to spend some time with Kevin. Sometimes Tim would be there, or sometimes it would just be the two of us. Kevin had shifted over to using Dad' and Uncle Dean' as his normal forms of address for us. We never commented on it, as we had decided it was strictly his choice. I felt a bond was forming between us and we were each finding it easier to talk with the other. Tim seemed very supportive of us establishing a relationship and I think he often withdrew to make sure we had time alone.
Kevin was growing in confidence and personality. I attribute it in most part to Tim, though I knew he received strong backing from Dale. Tim was a mentor, directing Kevin, but then standing back and allowing him to venture on his own. Always there to encourage and praise success, or pick up the pieces without criticism, if a failure resulted. He was guide and friend, as well as lover. They were an ideal match, complimenting each other's strengths and supporting each other's frailties.
Mr. Chen, always in the background, tending to the many unseen tasks required to keep the empire functioning, had been very busy the week prior to the birthday celebrations. We had rarely seen him that week, except at dinner time, when he occupied his spot, next to the buffet, directing traffic. He was our infrastructure, supporting the roadways of activity and communication throughout the estate. Dean and I consulted with him on a daily basis, to insure we all knew the current status of various activities and coming needs, with which we would need to deal.
Monday afternoon, Dean and I and our three boys, met with the representatives of Juvenile Authority at the `castle'. They were making their "home inspection", a normal procedure in the review of adoptive and foster homes. Their review had been requested by the court for my adoption proceedings for Davey and Denny and Dean's temporary custody order for Kevin. A man and a woman constituted the team doing the inspection. We initially all gathered in the Sitting Room.
"You have quite a collection of reports required here." the woman commented. "We usually do these one at a time."
"This way, it will save you two additional trips." I replied. She glanced at me, but her expression indicated she did not find any humour in my observation.
"David Graham Curry." she intoned. "Thirteen years old, a ward of Juvenile Authority."
"Formerly, a ward of Juvenile Authority." Dean interrupted. "I'm now his legal guardian." The woman scurried through her papers.
"You were given custody from us ?" she asked incredulously.
"Yes," Dean responded, "because of Juvenile Authority's inability to adequately protect and supervise him."
"Only because of his running away from his placement." she stated accusingly, looking at Davey and showing she had known his status all along.
"He wouldn't have needed to run away, if he had been properly protected from sexual abuse and potential rape." I responded. The woman turned absolutely white and looked nervously at her male companion.
"I think we may have a bit of hard feelings and stress, on both sides of the table." the male representative interjected. "My associate here was David's assigned worker and feels upset he did not confide in her."
"Davey," I said, on a hunch, "have you ever seen this lady before ?"
"No, Dad. Never." he replied. The man looked sharply at his companion.
"You had better get the rest of the paper work filled in," he told her, "and we will have a thorough discussion about this case, when we return to the office."
Over the next hour, we provided the information which was needed, to complete their assessments.
"We will need three personal references for each of you." the lady requested. "People you have known for at least three years."
"Well, to save you telephone calls," Dean responded, "you can use the same three references for both of us. The Mayor, Police Chief John Farrell and the Executive Director of Juvenile Authority. All of these people and their wives and families are good friends and old acquaintances, for both of us. If you need others, District Attorney Cliff Heeman or Judge Harmon Beechman would also be fine." For some reason the lady looked upset again.
"Mr. McAdams, temporary guardianship for these boys has been granted to you," she stated, "but Mr. Tanner, it is you who has applied to adopt them. I will need some financial information from you. You are employed by McAdams Corp., but if you lose your job tomorrow, how will you secure these boys' needs financially ?"
"Ted, is my best and closest friend." Dean interjected. "He is the nearest person I have to a brother. Neither he, nor these boys, will ever have to worry about finances."
"We appreciate that, at this time, Mr. McAdams." the man replied. "But situations change and friendships do as well."
"There is no need for concern." I told them reaching into my pocket. "In anticipation of your question, I had a certified statement prepared of my net worth. You will see that it is just over $15 million." There was total silence in the room and I thought Denny's jaw was going to hit the floor from his open mouth. Even Dean seemed surprised. "Mr. McAdams Sr., was very generous to me and guided my investments. Dean has done the same and over ten years, I have been very fortunate."
"I'm sorry, Sir," the man stammered, "I didn't mean to bring this out in front of everyone."
"There's no problem." I responded. "The three boys here, are my heirs and Dean, is my Executor. I have no intentional secrets from any of them."
The rest of the interview went smoothly, and the two agents actually seemed to warm up after a while. They asked to see the boys' rooms and the boys took them upstairs to show them. We then went on a tour of the estate and the boys chattered, as they usually do, about the things they like the most. The horses seemed to be the hands down favourite, but the swimming pool was mentioned many times. They were both dragged out to the garage by Denny, to see his new bicycle. At the end, they both appeared satisfied, they had completed their mission. As they were leaving Dean spoke.
"I think it's only fair I tell you," he said, "I have hired two independent Social Workers and a Psychologist, who will each conduct the same interview with us, you have. They will each submit their reports directly to the court, so if any errors, just happen to occur and a misrepresentation appears in one of the reports, the court will of course order its own investigation into the occurrence."
"I don't think you will need to worry about any such accident occurring." the man advised him and he looked sternly at his companion. She turned white again and they departed. That night, as we undressed for bed, Dean made mention of the meeting, more specifically, my finances.
"You really surprised me today." he said. "I had no idea you were a millionaire, many times over."
"Well, it doesn't seem like much, compared to the billions you deal with," I replied, `but it's a nice nest egg to have set aside, in case I need something special." He walked over to me and initiated a tender kiss.
"You know, don't you," he asked, "I really consider everything I have, `ours' ? There is nothing, you can't have, if you want it."
"Thank you, but this way, I don't have to ask for anything." I told him. "They were right, in a way. If something ever happened to you and I survived, I would have to continue on for the boys, Jamie included and this way, I would still have independence."
"You are the Executor of my estate, Ted." he informed me. "After a small bequest to Debra and a couple charities, you and Jamie split everything, with you retaining control of the Corp." I was stunned. I knew if something ever happened, I would have to help Jamie, until he was capable of taking over, but I never expected, or wanted to have any of it. "I expect yours would eventually go to the other boys, so they would be Jamie's partners." There was nothing to be said about this, so I simply nodded my head.
The next morning, as our cold footed, alarm clock warmed himself and snuggled tightly against me, we learned some of the missing pieces about our meeting the previous day.
"The lady yesterday was really upset." Davey casually commented, in the midst of a description of the horse back ride we had all gone on after dinner. "And the man was really mad at her." Neither of us commented. "She was suppose to have looked after me, when I was in the foster home, but she never checked it out. She knew one of the boys previously and that he did things to younger and smaller kids, but she never went there and saw he was in the home. The man knew about it too, but she told him there had been no problem like that. When you said what you did, Dad, he knew she had lied to him. And she knew it."
"Well, Davey," I said, "we both know when someone lies, it makes everything worse for everyone."
"He was thinking about firing her, but I don't think he will." Denny added. "He's going to review her report though and see it is fair and accurate. If it isn't, she is going to be in a lot of trouble. It was kind of funny when Uncle Dean gave his list of references. She just about threw up." He seemed to think this funny and chuckled about it. I guess you had to be eight years old to really see the humour.
Tim - Monday night
Kevin came out of the bathroom, turning out the light and stopping long enough to pick up his clothing and place some of it in the laundry hamper. I looked long and hard at my young lover. For his 16 years, he had done quite a bit of growing. At 5'10", he carried a solid frame, which while not obviously muscular, had no excess of fat clinging to it. His jet black hair and bright blue eyes highlighted a strong and handsome face, which bore the traces of a full, five o'clock shadow. Sturdy shoulders and chest were made to look bigger by the narrowness of his waist and hips and his arms and legs fit in good proportion to his height and general size. His hands were interesting, having long fingers and thin hands, which could almost pluck the last olive from the jar. A dusting of fine, dark fur covered his forearms and darkened the pits under his arms. The same dusting, darkened his chest and ran a line from the valley, down between his abdominals to his navel and then thickened to a treasure trail, which ran into his ample bush and then thinned to dust his thighs and shins. From the back he was well defined across the shoulders and tapered to small, flat buttocks. The back view was virtually hairless, as was the sac which held his jewels.
The sac itself was smooth and loose, dangling down from his body about 4". His flaccid, circumcised tool was also about 4" in length and rose to an impressive 7.5" of softly covered steel. It had a circumference of about 5" and filled my hand most comfortably. He was a most impressive specimen and every time I saw him, I lit up with joy and pleasure. My life had become a pleasure, knowing each morning I woke to this sensual and gentle human.
Kevin is what has generally been termed a `bottom'. His pleasure was in having someone buried deep within him and holding him tight. I had offered to let him make love to me, but found the only reason he would even attempt was because he believed it would please me. This was not a problem, as I was resolved to service him until such time as I could no longer rise to the occasion. And with him as inspiration, that would be a very long time. All I had to do was look at him, or think about him and I would be hard as a spike. He was the total of any stimulation, or erotica I would ever need. And I was totally in love, from the moment I saw him.
When I picked him up in my truck that day, I fell for him, as he climbed into my cab. The first night we spent together, I had resolved I would not make a move on him, but when he asked me to hold him and then stripped us both, I knew I was hooked. When I left him at that stop, my heart just about broke. He was virtually the only thing I thought about, until I heard from Dale. I'd have crawled here with broken legs for the chance to just see him again. Then, when I learned he wanted me and there was a chance for us to be together, I honestly thought I had died and gone to heaven.
Now we were here and he was sliding into our bed. Without hesitation, he slid over and wrapped himself, like a second skin, to my body. We lay there quietly and I stroked his back, softly with my finger tips. He slid over on top of me, stretching his body full length, on top of mine. Obviously, we were both hard and our solid shafts lay separately, between us, throbbing steadily and I'm sure leaking like sieves. Kevin's lips played with my lips and my tongue and my chin and nose and eyes. He slid down on me slightly, not only bringing our cocks together, by adjusting our height difference, but allowing him to run his tongue through my thick chest hair.
He loved to run his hands through the hair on my chest, abdomen and pubic mound. He claimed it was as soft as his blanket and often, when we lay together naked, he would lay his head on my torso and rub his cheeks and face in the downy mat. His tongue now dove through the short threads and found my erect nipple. Flicking it over and over, he eventually pressed down and sucked and nibbled on the small spear. He did the same to the other side and then slid himself back up to my lips. Pulling slightly farther up, he raised himself into a sitting position, so my shaft pressed up against his backside and his pointed toward my chin.
Without hesitation or preparation, he lifted his body from mine, grasped my upright stick and lowered himself onto it, descending slowly, but steadily, without stopping. I gasped, then hissed, as I was encased in his satiny tunnel. When he had engulfed my entire 9", he sat and rested quietly on me. Reaching behind himself, he gently strokes my hairy sac, gently squeezing its tender cargo. Releasing me, he started a rhythmic up and down motion on my shaft, shifting slightly to and fro. When his eyeballs rolled up in their sockets, I knew he had determined the proper angle to stroke his prostrate. As he increased his speed, I reached for his pole and smearing the moist tip, in a circular motion, I started a steady pumping, rubbing his sensitive corneal ridge with each stroke.
His speed increased again and he began mumbling and flexing his pelvis. He was working hard and enjoying fully the fruits of his labours. My own climax had started climbing up my stalk and I sped up the motion stimulating his cock, to keep him even with my rising pace. We zoomed up the scale together and reaching the top, burst forth in unison, him soaking my face and chest and me, painting his bowel with scalding liquid. He dropped forward and lay out on me again with us still joined together. After a short nap, Kevin eased himself off me and went to get a wet cloth and towel. He cleaned us both and crawled back into bed. I turned on my side toward him and with his back to me, he wiggled around and re-impaled himself on my shaft and wiggled in tight to me. This had become our normal sleeping position every night since we had first met.
The Prophesy of the Guardians
The House of Chen, being both old and honourable, shall be the Caretakers of this vision of the yet to come.
From this time forth, one son will be born to the House of Chen in each generation to the number of 110.
These males shall be the Caretakers and shall guard this knowledge until its time arrives.
In the world of new beginnings, a Shogun (Leader/Prince) of infinite wealth, after being lost and found again by his Samurai (Warrior Chief) will both learn that their real riches lie elsewhere. To them will come four treasures to be nurtured and guided. They will father the four to manhood. . During the course of their growth, the Father will meet a fatal end. He will be held first and forever
Each Guardian will possess gifts.
One will hold the gift of dreams and control of the emotions.
One will hold the gift of looking into and influencing the minds of his fellow man and knowing truth.
One will hold the gift of communication and know all languages, written and spoken.
One will hold the gift of prophesy and he will be the catalyst to the power of the four.
Each will sense the presence of others.
Together, as one, the Guardians will hold a gift never allowed before to man.
There are dark forces and men who fear the power of the Guardians and would use it for their own purposes.
Care must be taken to preserve them while they grow and develop their skills. They must learn to love and trust, so that they may serve the needs of mankind.
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