teen2b slow)( 5/60)
The following is a pure work of fiction and is the property of the author.
If you are looking to get off quick, read something else. This story is presented in serial form and you'll read a lot of background, before you get any mindblowing sex scenes. If you are bothered by same sex relationships, read no farther.
This is a story about the interaction of males with each other in a fanciful setting. It's a story with some sex, not sex with some story.
Thanks to those who have encouraged me to continue with the presentation of this series.
Hope that you continue to enjoy. LJB
To Fulfill a Prophesy
Section 5
His steady pressure, slowly passed the lubricated tip of his rigid throbber, through the tight sphincter until it snapped snugly in the valley behind the swollen head of his solid post, locking it firmly in place. A quick gasp escaped his partner's lips, followed by an immediate groan of pleasure. He could not remember ever receiving so much pleasure from a sex act, as this simple beginning provided. He had craved the kissing and stroking and touching, which had preceded this penetration, but it was not a part of the type of experience he had relished, prior to meeting this man. He'd had many physical mergings, with an assortment of fine looking hunks. They had been sexy and muscular and tall and short and every variety of male, that any man could desire. But, they had not been him. From their first time together, he had learned about sensuality and caring and love. He had never experienced that such emotions, could be associated with and a part of fucking. Every act he performed, could be about sharing pleasure with this man, he was quickly learning. This was not fucking, it was making love, which had proven to be so very much more.
Now he was certain, his partner had adjusted to his size, so he began to slowly push inward. The heat and compression on the head and shaft of his weapon, was almost more than he could bear. Every bit of his attention, had to be focused on not shooting, before he had even completed a single stroke. After what seemed to be forever, he hit bottom and stopped. His member was now totally encased by the soft, moist tunnel. His balls and sac were tightly pressed, against his man's butt crease, which divided the ass, he had always found so appealing and his partner's sex organs, were laid out in front of him, fully exposed and available for his inspection.
He gazed at the body laying before him, with its legs leaning up against his shoulders. They were sturdy legs with strong, muscular calves and thighs. They were decorated with black, curly hairs, thick and long enough to run your fingers through. These hairs were soft and pliable, like the mass above his cock and running your fingers through either, gave you the impression of a soft fluffy blanket. The penis stood proudly erect with a steady seepage of precum, flowing freely from the bright red tip which peeked about half way out of the folds of skin, in which it normally hid. The large, heavy balls, which usually hung in their loose, bald, vein covered sac, were plainly outlined by the loose skin, which enclosed them and lay draped over them. His tight, flat belly was divided by a treasure trail of tightly packed, short, black hairs which ran up from his bush through a six pack of abdominals to the hair covered dip which lay between two heavily defined pecs. The pinkish discs on these pecs practically flashed "suck me", when the nubs erected from any type of stimulation. All this topped by a face that could have been a model, or even a god.
He slowly pulled his shaft back until the ridge was again locked behind the tight ring of muscle and then after a pause, began another slow descent into the tunnel of pleasure.
"Faster, faster" his man groaned, shaking his head back and forth. Faster would have been no problem. In the past, with the others, it had always been fast and short and easy. But not with this man, this man was different. It would be slow and patient and filled with sensations. He wanted to feel every bit of every experience with this man. He wanted this man, to feel what he did and how he moved and to anticipate and desire each motion. He maintained the slow, deliberate in and out pleasuring several minutes, until he could stand it no longer. Bending forward, he kissed his man, long, hard and deep. They were joined in body, mind and spirit.
When he broke the kiss, he looked into those dark, brown eyes and whispered, "You are mine.", and the response was whispered back, "Forever." He realized, this was love and he had fallen completely for the first time in his life.
His body increased the speed of its rocking motion, as if on autopilot, speeding his pistoning. The tension quickly became acute, as he thrust over and over and his partner rose to receive each of his downward movements, groaning in anticipation and appreciation. He knew, he possessed this man. He belonged to him and he was going to bury his seed deep within the man's body over and over to mark his possession. Lights began flashing through his brain and he could hear the sound of his heart pounding in his ears, as if it were about to burst. A part of him recognized his partner letting loose a series of ejaculations which spread long ropes of seed between them, gluing their bodies tightly together. The lights filled his head and the earth seemed to shake as his cock exploded deep within his love. The last thing he remembered, was driving his tool at least a mile into the scalding, damp tunnel and holding it there, as his being poured through it, into his love.
Several minutes passed before he raised his head from the shoulder it was laying on and noticed to his horror, he had left teeth marks, clearly imprinted in the smooth skin beneath him.
"Are you all right ?" he asked, fearing he had done more damage, than he could immediately recognize.
"I don't think I've ever been better fucked, or more in love, than I am at this moment." Jason sighed. Dale swung his head over slightly and with his eyes filled with love, he looked deeply into Jason's eyes.
"Forever", Dale echoed back to him and kissed him with the joy that filled his heart.
Ted - Sunday afternoon, late
"When I originally interviewed each of you, I asked if you would be interested in a very special career, which would encompass and become the centre of your lives and you both indicated that you would." I was talking to my two newest Security Men, Jason and Dale. They had arrived for their appointment with Dean and me, a little early and we had barely had time to finish our snack.
"You are two of a three man team which is going to be responsible for family' security. You will be moving into the castle', that's what we call Dean's family home, you'll see why when you get there, and you are going to become responsible for all the personal assistance and security, that I have provided for the past ten years. Let me emphasize, that I am expecting three of you, to replace one of me. If Dean's son, Jamie, comes home to live with him, there will be a fourth team member joining you. I also live in the castle' and will continue to be a part of the family'. I know you will have many questions and I will answer those at orientation sessions you will receive, over the next several weeks. But most of what you need to know, will be learned on the job. Is there anything you need to know, now"
"I have a couple items to add." Dean interjected. "Ted has told me very little about these changes, so I am much in the dark about this. He is Director of Security and I have given him a free hand and have never been disappointed. Jason and Dale, I want you to understand a couple things. When you come to live at the castle', you become part of my family, as Ted did with my parents. All the regular staff who work there are family to me. You both know the difference between, when we are in formal situations and when we are not. When not, we are Dean' and `Ted'. I don't like a formal household and if we are all going to interact every day, we had better be friends. The second item, I want you to always remember. As part of my family, if you need help, if you have a problem, if you need anything, especially just to talk, I not only want you, I expect you to come to me. People are just lonely individuals, if they do not communicate with each other."
Jason and Dale looked at each other very seriously.
"Mr. McAdams, er...Dean, I mean. I..". Jason started to say.
"We." Dale cut in.
"Rather, we have something, we have to tell you. It's only fair, you know, if we are going to be living with you and possibly your son." Jason paused at this point and again looked at Dale, who nodded his head to urge him on. "Sir, Dale and I are.......gay", he finally managed to get it out. "and we are a `couple'." he added.
"Well," Dean said, turning to me. "that means we are going to have to change plans. We will have to call Mr. Chen and have these guys put together in the little ground floor suite, instead of separate bedrooms. Dean and I looked back at the two young men, who had at first glanced at each other disappointedly, but now looked confused.
"We don't care about that." I told the men. "I knew about your being gay when I first hired you. The fact, you were both mature enough to handle it, is what matters to us."
"I want to tell you, I really appreciate you telling me about it, for the reason you did." Dean added. "Ted and I thought, you were both honest and honourable men and I like it, when our judgment in confirmed."
"Thank you, Sir. Is anyone lined up for the third position on the team ?", Dale asked.
"Not yet, why do you ask ?", I responded.
"Well, we did a little investigating on our own this morning, after you sent us home. We wondered about the young guy next door, so we went and had breakfast with Anson Tyler. That name may not mean anything to you, but he's the young cop who came to the garage last night. He was totally disgusted by what happened and especially with George, his partner. He says that the attitudes we saw, run through the whole Police Force and he is ready to get out. He got into a big argument with George, before they went off duty. George wanted to come up here and try to intimidate the boy. Anson finally told him, if he set foot in the hospital, he would bring him up on charges himself. He seems like a decent guy and might be a good man for you to consider, even if not for our team." Jason sat nodding his head in agreement, while Dale was speaking.
"Thanks, guys," I said, "I will follow up on that and see what happens."
The young men were scheduled to move into the `castle' tomorrow. I told them to head out there now, to meet Mr. Chen and see what possessions, they wanted to bring with them and what they wanted, sent to storage. They left and we went next door to eat dinner with Davey and visit for awhile.
Davey - Sunday evening, early
I was definitely feeling better. I had been sleeping on and off throughout the day. There had been a man in twice today who helped me exercise my leg. It had hurt some, but nothing, I couldn't manage. I was use to being hurt sometimes, unfortunately. I had gotten hurt at a lot of the places I've lived. The guy said he would come back tomorrow morning and then, I could get up and try walking with some help from other people, too. I was getting a lot of signatures and drawings on my cast. Nurses had come in and out all day long. Dean and Ted and some guy named Brad had come to see me in the afternoon. I wasn't very impressed by Brad and didn't think I would trust him, but Dean seemed to like him. Ted didn't seem all that wild about him either. Dean had asked to be my Guardian. I wasn't totally sure what that meant, but I was hoping that Dean and Ted would take me home with them. I couldn't remember two men, ever being so nice to me without wanting me to do something for them, usually involving someone's pants getting undone. Ted and Dean weren't like that. I just knew, I was safe with them and no one would be able to hurt me again. It had been great here today. I had food, I was dry and warm, people visited me and there's even a colour television to watch, right here in the room.
Dean and Ted had come back later and had supper with me. That had been really great. They sat and talked and they even had some cards that they played with me. I knew how to play Poker and Gin, but Dean showed me a good game called `Crazy 8s'. I had even won a couple times. Ted asked one of the nurses to see if there were any board games on the children's ward and he said, if they found some, he would play with me tomorrow. Dean left for a while to call his son. He's away at some school and I guess Dean has not seen him for a long time. I don't know why he would go away, when he has a great Dad here like Dean, or Ted. Ted doesn't have a son. He doesn't seem to have any one, except Dean and now me. I don't really understand about them. They act like they are just friends, but they love each other and don't seem to know it. I can see it, why don't they? With both of them being together so much, why do they both seem lonely ? I know about lonely. I guess I do understand some of it. Even when there are other people around you, you can feel lonely. I feel like that, when I'm afraid to let anyone near me. It's like that sleeping under the bridge. I hope they keep letting me feel close to them, cause I don't want to be lonely any more. When they left for the night I got a hug and kiss on the forehead from each. I can't remember the last time someone did that for me at bedtime, or anytime. I really like being with them.
Dean - Sunday evening, later
We tried to convince Davey to make it an early night. Given last night's activities, none of us had very much sleep. After making sure that Davey had everything he would need for the night, we each gave him a hug and a kiss on the forehead and went back to the next room. I got us each a drink from the small kitchenette. Ted turned on the closed circuit, so we could keep an eye on Davey.
"Ted, we really need to talk," I said, and now seems like a quiet time."
"Yes, I know," Ted replied, "but tell me about your call to Jamie, first."
"I called the residence, hoping that he would be there after Sunday dinner. It took a few minutes, but they found him and he came to the phone. When he answered, he sounded very hesitant. I guess he has not been receiving very many calls.
He said, "Hello" and I said, "Hi, Sport". I got an excited "Dad" response and then, I guess he remembered he was angry with me, because his attitude chilled considerably. I carried most of the conversation and he was a little more talkative after a little while.
He said everything was "okay", you know, How's the school ? "Okay." How are your classes ? "Okay." How is the food ? "Okay."
It took a while to get past that. I told him about my taking more time off and being able to do more things outside of the office and he truly seemed to get excited. Then I asked if he would be willing to come home next Friday, if I sent the plane for him. He said "Yes." without even a hesitation.
I am really pleased. So, next weekend it's me, Jamie, Davey and I am hoping, you."
"I don't see why not, unless the `Boss' has other matters that need attending." Ted chuckled.
"Well, if he does, tell him `NO', you have other commitments." I laughed back. "So, now Ted, tell me what's going on ?"
"First Dean, tell me what have you been doing with yourself the past two weeks ?" Ted asked.
"Well, I've been working, Ted. You know that." I responded.
"And the month before that ?" he asked, again.
"The same answer." I replied back.
"And the six months before that and the year before that, right up to three years ago ?" he again queried.
"I have been keeping the Corp. together everyday since my Dad died. Ted, you know that, because you have been right there working with me." I said, not really sure where this was going.
"Dean, you've been working and working and working. You've given up everything else. You've pushed away all your friends, you don't socialize with anyone, you cut off your son, you even at one point tried to get rid of me." Ted recounted. "I made the mistake of suggesting, that you see a counselor and you nearly managed to shut me out, until you found that I wouldn't go away."
I tried really hard to think back to a period a couple years ago, when I remembered being very angry with Ted. I couldn't now even recall what the reason was.
"Dean, when your parents died you closed off everything that could possibly hurt you. You shut everything out and wouldn't let anything, or anyone get close to you." Ted stated.
"Except you." I said. "Somehow I knew that you would never leave me, even if I pushed you away."
"Yes, but you tried to get rid of me anyway, because although I wouldn't leave you, you thought something might happen to me, like it did to your parents. Like the drunk driver that killed them." Ted told me.
Suddenly my mind was flooded by memories. I started to cry and Ted moved over and held me tight against him. I had forgotten. I had pushed it out of my mind. I had chosen to forget the truth. I knew, they were gone, but I had totally forgotten, how they had died. It was a crash, caused by a drunk driver. Our family chauffeur had not retired, he had been killed too. That's when I had started driving myself everywhere and was nervous, when someone else was driving. And I had been unable to cry. Not once after my parents death, had I been able to cry. Not even at the funeral. I made up for it now and Ted just held me tight and rocked me back and forth. When I had finally vented all that penned up emotion, Ted finally released me.
"I don't know for sure, what it was last night. I think it was the trauma, you saw Davey had suffered. I could see, you were starting to let go when I got there and I hoped, you would finally face the truth." Ted said.
"How did you get so smart, about what was happening to me ?" I asked Ted, half joking.
"When you wouldn't see a counselor, I did." he replied.
I reached over and hugged him and he held me tight against him, for another few minutes.
"Why don't we talk about sex to each other ?" I askedquietly, leaning on his shoulder.
"Because if we talk about it, we will end up having it and neither of us is willing to destroy our friendship on a short term fling." he answered.
I pulled back from his embrace and looked at him. "I don't believe we will be either short term, or a fling." I told him. "I love you. I have, almost forever. Any fling I might have had since I've known you, was only because I couldn't have you. Any other relationship was destined to fail, before it even started."
"That may well be, but until you get all those buried emotions sorted out, I'm just going to continue being your friend and big brother." Ted said.
I wasn't about to argue with the man. He had been right on the mark so far, but I knew in my heart, there would never again be anyone for me, except Ted. If I needed to sort things out to have him make a further commitment with me, then that's what I must do. I was exhausted and when I told Ted, he suggested that we too, make it an early night.
I undressed and crawled into bed. A shower would wait until morning. Ted had the same idea, so he turned the lights out. Laying there, my mind whirled as the memories streamed through it. The accident and funeral were vivid, as though they had happened yesterday. Jamie's few visits over the past three years, during which I had been detached and distant. I realized, Mr. Chen and Ted had kept him occupied and entertained, while I tended to business in the library and my home office. Tears were pouring out onto my pillow as I lay there on my side, unable to stop the memories from overwhelming me with a sense of sorrow and guilt. I felt the blanket behind me move and suddenly I was safe and reassured as Ted's firm body pressed tightly against me and I was wrapped snugly in his massive arms.
"Need a friend ?" he asked quietly.
"Thanks, I have one." I answered and quickly drifted off to sleep.
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)
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.
(Partial translation)