Date: Tue, 25 Feb 2014 20:24:14 -0500
From: Eff Del <nolitimere156@gmail.com>
Subject: Flights of Angels Part 7

Flights of Angels-Chapter 6

By Eff Del



A sadly human mistake is to be incontrovertibly certain of the rightness of
our own opinions. We can become so convinced in this regard, that
expressing our beliefs often feels more like an obligation than a simple
desire.

Because others share the same conviction of their own grasp the truth, we
are often surprised when our expression of belief is met with opposing or
contradictory argumentation.

The simple fact is; if we wish to say whatever it is we want to say, then,
we must be prepared to hear what we actually don't want to hear.

It is selfish and unrealistic to expect otherwise.



I was taken by complete surprise. What was happening before me was not the
expected reintroduction of casual acquaintances, but an obviously joyful
reunion of two close friends. I could only stand and watch, completely
amazed.

"Tadpole...first they told us that you were gone on a long mysterious
contract and then they told us you were never coming back. We didn't know
what to think. Some of the guys said they thought you were dead. I told
them I thought maybe you'd been adopted even though nobody ever gets
adopted out of the NEST!"

"But, I DID Rufus! I DID get adopted. Eric...Dad adopted me! It even happened
on my birthday -how cool is that?"

"Eric's your Dad? Eric adopted you? You must be the luckiest kid in the
world Tadpole! Man it's great to see you again...I was afraid I never would
and now I find out you're living with Eric! This couldn't be neater!"

They were sitting on the floor by now engaged in a lively and happy
discussion. I strode into the room and looked down at them. It was a moment
before they seemed to notice me and then, they both looked up at me with
happy smiles. Though I'm certain the puzzlement was showing on my face, I
returned their smiles.

"I gather that you two know each then?"

"Know each other? Dad, Rufus is my Lead Senior and I'm his Follow Boy!"
They both looked back at each other grinning.

"Perhaps we can go sit down, I'll get us something to drink and then you
can tell me what that means in English."  I gestured toward the white
couches. The boys jumped to their feet, ran into the sun filled lounge and
sat down side by side.

I reminisced that Jack was beautifully naked the last time he had sat on
that couch, and I was getting ready to lead him into the bedroom. Had it
really only been seven or eight months ago? It seemed like years had passed.

"Beer Jack?" I asked the stunning red head.

"Yes please Eric." He answered with a smile.

"I don't suppose you'd like a beer would you Sean?" He wrinkled his cute
little nose and grinned.

"Yes please Dad." I gave him a startled look and he giggled. "A ROOT beer
that is."

I leaned over and tousled his mop of jet black hair and headed into the
kitchen.

Shortly I returned with a glass of single malt for me, and a beer and a
root beer for the boys. Handing them their drinks I sat down in the couch
directly across from them. I took a long sip from my glass as I looked at
the two beautiful happy boys.

"Now then, explain what your relationship is to each other."

It was Jack, his stunning green eyes flashing who began;

"When a kid in the nest reaches eight years old, he gets to move out of the
nursery area where the little kids sleep and spend most of their time and
into the main area with the older boys. It's a proud time because it means
that he's not one of the 'Wee Ones' anymore, but it's also a little strange
and scary.

To make the transition easier for him and so that he's not frightened of
anything, he is paired with an older boy. That boy sort of acts like his
big brother...a kind of mentor. The older boy is called the kid's Lead Senior
and the kid is his Follow Boy.

I was twelve when Tadpole...I mean; Sean, came up from the little kids' area
and became my Follow Boy". He turned and the two boys smiled at each other
with obvious affection.

"Rufus showed me how to do everything so I fit in with the boys and didn't
act like a silly little baby. He was always there when I had questions or
was scared of something.  He was always there to tell me how proud he was
when I did somethin' good an he took me aside and explained things when I
did something wrong.

 I was awful proud of him the next year when he started his training. An
then last year when he started goin' out on contracts an I was feelin' a
little sad, he reminded me that meant that I was close to becoming one of
the Senior boys.

If I'd stayed in the NEST Eric, I'd be some little kid's Lead Senior now an
next year I'd be starting my own training'"

I looked at the two gorgeous boys sitting across from me and reflected that
the NEST certainly did have a well thought out system. If a person could
rationalize around the sexual slavery, it couldn't help but be admired.

Just before a boy reached an age when there might be an almost natural
tendency to bully, harass or simply ignore the smaller children, he was
given the responsibility for the complete welfare of one.

How could a youngster learn anything but patience understanding and pride
under such a system?

Then, I realized, when the mentor boy was a year into his responsibility he
was moved into the special training that would eventually feed him into the
system of service. This was ingenious as well because even though a boy
might naturally feel confusion, anxiety...even fear over this new development
in his life, he had his position of honor and trust in the eyes of his
younger acolyte to consider and bolster him.

After three years of that, he was moved straight to young manhood and
graduation into the real world.

It was a rather wonderful system in that regard and I realized that Sean
had been right that afternoon in the grotto...it was not unlike the
Commodore's program at Camp West Wind.

I decided to probe no further into the NEST culture. That would be Doc
Swaim's project with Jack when we returned to Joyous Gaurde. Instead, I
turned my attention to another question;

"OK now, Jack with your lovely red hair, I can understand your nickname
'Rufus' by why is Sean 'Tadpole'?"

Sean grinned from ear to ear and with an enthusiastic smile Jack answered;

"Yep, 'Rufus' means red head like William Rufus the son of William the
Conqueror...king of England. They've called me Rufus as long as I can
remember.

Now Sean is 'tadpole' because from the minute he came up to the big kids'
area he was so excited he couldn't stand still...he was always wiggling
around and then the first time we put him into the pool...it was like he'd
been born in the water. Nobody had to teach him to swim, it was like he
just knew how, he just needed to learn how to do it better. One of the guys
said that he was just like a little tadpole and the name stuck.

Of course by the time he was nine and swimming faster and better than
almost any of us, we were probably thinking he should have a new name but
'Tadpole' just sort of seemed right and so it stuck. "

"Well, sadly, as I've already pointed out to Sean, this place doesn't have
a pool but we've got a great one at home and we'll be there tomorrow.

I've got a little bit of business I need to handle over the phone, so why
don't you two just hang around and catch up? There's a giant TV in my
bedroom and if you need another drink help yourselves but Jack...one more
beer and that's it OK?"

He gave me one of his wonderful devilish grins that I remembered well and
said;

"You bet Eric."

I refilled my own drink and headed down the hall to the nice little office
I maintained in the condo and placed a call to Uncle Phil just to see how
things were going with Chris. The conversation veered off onto other
subjects and it was about an hour later that I emerged from the room and
wandered down the hall looking for the boys.

They were in my big bedroom lying side by side on the oversized bed. They
were on their stomachs and they had their chins propped in their hands as
they watched a movie playing on the large flat screen that they'd figured
out how to extract electrically from its niche' in the ceiling.

They were breathtakingly beautiful and I gazed at them silently enjoying
the view. My eyes kept focusing on their lovely round asses that filled
their jeans so perfectly.

"Miss me?" I said quietly and they turned around startled. I think they'd
expected I'd be coming in from the other door.

Sean was off the bed in a flash and with a quick hop he launched himself at
me wrapping his legs around my waist and his arms around my neck. He gave
me a quick kiss and nuzzled the side of my face.

"'Course I missed you." He whispered softly into my ear. "I didn't get the
chance to say hello when you came back with Rufus. I love you Dad."

"I love you too Son." I said as I sat down on the bed. Sean climbed off me
and sat down at my side.

Jack was on his knees in the middle of the bed looking at me anxiously.

"Can I?" he asked timidly.

"Of course you MAY Jack." I said with a smile.

In an instant he had his arms wrapped around me and was hugging me tightly.

With a laugh, I let myself fall backward onto the bed and was soon covered
by two boys showering me with affection.

'A person could get used to this' I thought to myself.

Wrapping a boy in each arm I sat up abruptly and said;

"How about dinner and then early to bed so we can fly out of here by the
crack of dawn tomorrow?"

"Yeah!" They both agreed enthusiastically.

"OK then. Jack, do you still like steak?" He broke into a fit of giggles.
"I'll take that as a yes".

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We were seated in a secluded booth in 'La Maison de Boeuf'. It was my
favorite of all the many excellent steakhouses in Houston and it was here I
had brought Jack for dinner that momentous night that I'd taken him to bed
with such evil intentions.

The boys were conversing as if they had never parted company and Jack was
listening fascinated as Sean filled him in on everything that had happened
since he'd left the NEST with me.

Jack seemed amazed by everything but mostly, he seemed fascinated by Sean's
descriptions of Joyous Gaurde and its people. I realized as I listened that
Sean spoke of them as if they were his family and I realized that to my
little boy they essentially were just that.

I noted with amusement that while the two were talking a mile a minute,
they were still managing to demolish their huge rib eyes and mountains of
thick cut fried potatoes.

As he had done last time, Jack enjoyed a glass of wine that I had slipped
him surreptitiously while Sean typically demurred and was satisfied with
root beer.

I managed to get in a word or two during the meal and utilizing carefully
worded questions, I was satisfied that my expensive agreement with the
Academy Management had been honored. Jack had not been sent out on any
contracts since I'd left him last time.

I gathered that the rumor among the NESTLINGS was that I had paid some
large bonus to ensure Jack was reserved for my private use only. While I
found this disturbing, the feeling that I was getting that Jack himself
believed this to be true was even more bothersome.

When the meal was finished, the boys discovered that they still had room
for hot fudge sundaes. I watched them devour the gooey treats satisfying
myself with a cup of strong black coffee and a glass of Drambuie.

Finally finished, we strolled out into the thick oppressive heat of an
August night in Houston.

I've always felt that Houston was one of those places that owed its very
existence to electricity and climate control.

Were it not for air-conditioning, it would have long ago shriveled up into
a dry brittle ball like so much tumbleweed and blown away on a searing hot
Texas summer wind never to be seen or heard of again.

Instead, it grew and flourished; a glass and steel behemoth rising up from
the dusty plain...a thing so unnatural...so unlikely that it almost gave you
pause to consider that commerce thrived in this hellish climate. Daily,
some two million people scampered from air conditioned door to air
conditioned door pretending that outside the walls of their HVAC protected
structures the debilitating heat and humidity was irrelevant.

It is a city that could not exist in a natural world. That it not only
existed but indeed thrived was testament to man's power over his
environment.

The thought was both inspiring and frightening but the residents hardly
gave it a thought as they lived their day to day lives in the protection of
their buildings.

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As we rode the elevator up to the penthouse, I gratefully breathed in the
dry refrigerated air thinking to myself how happy I was going to be when we
got home to the relatively cool and dry climate tomorrow.

The boys had been chatty and giggly the entire ride back and as I walked
into the kitchen to plop a couple of ice cubes into a tumbler I asked;

"Anybody need anything before bed time?"

Receiving no answer I gestured down the hall.

"We never got around to discussing how you guys want to sleep tonight.
There are three nice bedrooms down there. You can each have your own room
or, if you want to share, the first room on the right has a nice king-sized
bed. If you share though, I don't want you guys staying awake talking all
night. I was serious when I said I'd like to get out of here bright and
early tomorrow."

I walked over to them and pulled each boy into a hug and planted a kiss on
the top of their heads.

"Good night boys." I walked up the hall into my bedroom. I shed my clothes
slowly as I sipped my drink and watched the panoramic view of the city
through the floor to ceiling glass wall.

As I stood there naked, drink in hand gazing through the glass, I suddenly
sensed more than hear something behind me. I turned around and in the
reflected light of the city through the window I saw them,

They were standing just inside the bedroom door they were holding hands
their bodies seemed tense almost afraid to move. Although the only light in
the room was the diffused mosaic of the city through the window, I could
easily see that they were both completely naked.

"Boys?" I asked softly unsure of what I should be asking. It was Sean who
left his friend and crossed the room to me. His tanned perfect skin almost
glowed in the multicolored lights through the glass. He took my hand in his
and looked up at me eyes wide and bright speckled by the reflected
illumination.

"Dad...Eric...we want to sleep with you...Okay?"

"Sean...I...I don't know..."

Another hand clasped my arm gently but urgently. Jack had crossed the room
and was looking at me with the same open earnest gaze as Sean.

"Please Eric."

Staring intently into both of their faces, I tossed back my drink and
nodded silently. Placing my tumbler down, I took a hand from each of them
and led them to the large bed. Pulling down the covers, I indicated that
they should get in. In the low light I watched as their two smooth naked
bodies slid quickly and eagerly onto and over the mattress.

I followed them into bed and lay down next to Sean. No sooner had I done
so, than he had scampered over my body and was lying at my other side. I
found myself suddenly in between two gorgeous and naked young boys who
scrunched against me; tantalizing my senses with the hot smoothness of
their young skin against mine.

Not wasting a heartbeat, they were upon me, hands sliding along my torso,
lips crushing against my skin as they shared me with muted but excited
little sighs and grunts.  I felt the heat in my groin as my cock swelled
and strained reacting with uncontrollable enthusiasm to the pleasure of
their squirming limbs and wet mouths against my body.

Suddenly I was looking up into two emerald green eyes. The beautiful red
head boy stared down at me and said in a voice so filled with passion that
it was almost a croak;

"Eric...will you do me? Will you do me like you wouldn't do last time? I'm
older now, I really want you to do it...you're the only person I ever really
wanted to do it to me."

I pulled him down to me in a grip firm with emotion. I held him tightly to
my chest as I said;

"Jack....Jack, you are one of the sexiest things I've ever seen and one of
the two most beautiful beings that I've ever shared a bed with. Your offer
is beautiful and flattering but Jack...you've barely grown at all since we
were last together. You're still a little boy to me...a beautiful little boy
Jack but, by the grace of heaven, still a boy...I won't fuck little boys."

"B-but Eric...I..." it was almost a whimper. I pulled his face to mine crushing
my lips against his. Without breaking the kiss, I used my superior size and
strength to roll us over and reverse our position. Pulling my lips away I
stroked his red hair from out of his eyes and whispered;

"Jack, I said I wouldn't fuck you but I never said we couldn't have fun. I
began to almost feverishly work my way down his beautiful body inch by inch
with my hands and lips I was tender but unrelenting as I teased each little
morsel of his flesh as I made my way down to the prize...his rampant almost
pulsating prize.

Glancing up I saw that Sean was kneeling at Jack's shoulders, eyes wide as
he followed my progress down his friend's body. He of course understood my
intentions and was obviously excited but uncertain as to what his own role
should be.

With a nod of my head I directed him without speaking a word. He understood
at once and was soon suckling upon one taut brown nipple while he rolled
the other between the fingers of his hand. With a smile of encouragement to
Sean, I plunged head first down between the legs of the squirming moaning
red headed boy and was soon rolling his testicles one at a time in my hot
hungry mouth while I traced a soft teasing path along his perineum with my
index finger.

Jack's moans of pleasure increased in volume as he stopped squirming and
lay panting for breath enjoying the rapidly mounting sensations of pleasure.

Reaching up over Sean, I softly offered my other index finger to Jack's
opened lips. Instinctively he drew it into his mouth and began to suck upon
it. After a few moments I judged that it was now wet enough with the boy's
saliva and withdrawing it from between his lips, I reached down between the
sweet crevice of his buns, located his delectable rosebud and in one swift
certain motion, drove my finger past his protesting sphincter and into the
hot silkiness of his ass. The boy bucked at the moment of penetration but
soon settled upon the soft surface of the bed gently wreathing in sensual
delight.

Probing his inner depths with my exploring finger I quickly located his
prostate and began a slow massaging action along that delightful little
nubbin while at the same time engulfing his raging cock into the welcoming
wet warmth of my skilled and hungry mouth.

As I used my considerable skill to suck and tongue massage the boy's cock,
my finger played a perfect counterpoint as it massaged the little mound
within his rectum and soon I could tell that despite his origin and skills,
the boy could not hold out much longer. After all, he'd been trained in
giving pleasure not in receiving it. Sean must have sensed this as well
because, leaving one small hand to continued teasing Jack's nipples, he had
moved his face up and he and the red haired boy were kissing passionately.
They continued in this manner until the older boy's entire body tensed and
then jerked spasmodically several times.  I felt his asshole clamp tightly
against my finger as his throbbing cock exploded multiple spurts of hot
salty boy cum into my willing waiting mouth.

Jack lay on the bed sprawled out breathing deeply almost as if he were in a
trance. Sean remained kneeling by the other boy's shoulder and was smiling
happily at me. Returning his smile, I repositioned myself on the mattress
and leaned down to kiss the panting red head passionately before I grasped
Sean by the shoulders forcing him down upon his back.

Sliding over him I smiled into those beloved blue/green eyes and whispered;

"And now for my favorite taste treat...tadpole cum."  He began to giggle but
I stopped that quickly with a long erotic tongue swapping kiss and then, as
I had just done to Jack, I tasted and massaged my way down to his sweet
young groin.

As I worked a finger into his hot little asshole and swallowed his small
but erect cock, I noticed that Jack had recovered and was returning the
favor by devouring Sean's little nipples.

My little boy still had no concept of forestalling or holding back on his
own orgasms and soon he was writhing on the bed as his little cock...his own
"tadpole" shot it's sweet hot load. The boy cried out in pleasure, writhing
on the bed while two hungry mouths; mine and Jack's devoured his cock and
nipples simultaneously.

We were soon huddled together in a fleshy knot breathing deeply and
exchanging kisses in a haphazard but delightful way. This turned out to be
only a short respite from the action however because soon I was being
forced by four little hands down and onto my back.

Two sweet faces alternated in my blurring vision as they took turns
performing passionate lip locks with me while at the same time, unseen
hands and lips were stroking tweaking and nibbling upon my supine body.

Complying with their unspoken but clearly understood insistence, I lay
essentially inert ...absorbing and enjoying their erotic and urgent
ministrations but not responding physically as they conducted their twin
search for areas of sensual pleasure on my body.

I was being entirely hedonistic in this situation and realized that I
neither minder nor felt guilty for it. I have never had qualms over
receiving pleasure...especially after having just given it.

Through my sybaritic sensual fog, I realized Sean was now straddling my
torso, his luscious little ass almost in my face as he bent over teasing my
balls with his increasingly talented little tongue.

Jack in the meanwhile had taken up a position between my legs having spread
them and bent my knees up.

With a shock of almost electric pleasure I realized that the boy was
licking and nibbling at my ass while Sean continued the same ministrations
to my balls. The sensations were so intense that I momentarily lost my
vision in a blast of pure white pleasure.

Strangely, I remember thinking to myself;

'Well, this is wonderfully different' just as Sean moved his attention from
my scrotum to my cock and Jack plunged his tongue into my now very moist
asshole.

I believe I shouted aloud in pleasure...I know that I at least shouted in my
mind.

(To be continued)

Next time, they'll all be back home and things may start to get very
interesting.

Many thanks to everyone who has taken the time to write me about this
story. It is very enjoyable to hear from readers and it actually encourages
the writing process. I try to answer all emails as I enjoy the feedback.
I'm also always open to ideas and suggestions.

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