Date: Wed, 19 Jun 2002 23:27:42 -0400
From: readersstop@netscape.net
Subject: POP Section 13(LJB)(MM BB con 1st anal oral slow)(13/14)

The following is a work of fiction and is the property of the author.
If you are looking to get off quick, read something else
This is a story about the inter-relationships of males of differing ages.
It's a story with some sex, not sex with some story.

Pop

Chapter 25

I must admit, I knew nothing about the operation of a University and how
they went about selecting their Teachers, Professor and Deans.  The meeting
we were whisked off to was the Board of Governors and it seems they were
the big who who's around here.  I guess they must have been important as
the room we were ushered into was like nothing I had ever seen before.  The
huge, heavy, wooden, rectangular table took up one end of the room and the
fifteen chairs grouped around three sides of it were like miniature wooden
thrones.  A single, comfortable looking chair of somewhat lesser dimension
sat back about six feet from the fourth side.  A four foot long, golden
mace lay in the center of the table.  Everything in the room was either
dark, rich wood, or covered in tapestry of blue or gold.  The carpet was a
deep, rich burgundy and so thick your foot almost sank into it as you
walked across it.

"I see they're still as pretentious as ever."  David commented to Eleanor
when he had looked around.  We were directed to a set of comfortable chairs
along a wall, parallel to the single chair in front of the table.

"Just behave yourself."  Eleanor chided him.  A door opened and a parade of
people dressed in black, flowing robes entered in single file and moved to
positions around the three sides of the table, each standing beside one of
the throne-like chairs.  There were fourteen in total, ten men and four
women.  Eleanor rose and moved over to stand by the single chair.  The last
person in was obviously the Chancellor as his robe was a deep purple in
colour.  He moved to the center seat at the head of the table and as he sat
down, all the others sat as well.

"Dean McDivott," the Chancellor addressed Eleanor, "will you please
introduce our guests to the Board of Governors."  Eleanor asked us to stand
by her and she introduced first me and then David to the Regents.

"Thank you, Dean McDivott."  the Chancellor said, when introductions were
completed.  "Dr. Merrill, if you would be seated, we would like to have a
short discussion with you."  David sat in the single chair while Eleanor
guided me back over to sit beside her on the sidelines.

"Dr. Merrill, this special meeting of the University Board of Governors has
been called for the specific purpose of inviting you to apply for
consideration in the selection for the position of Dean of the School of
Psychology."  a man to the right of the Chancellor announced.  There was a
pause, as they were waiting for David to respond, but he said nothing.  The
longer the pause lasted the more unsettled and restless the people around
the table appeared to become.

"Dr. Merrill," the Chancellor spoke, "did you understand what was said ?"

"Completely."  David responded.  "Is that the message you wanted to deliver
?"  he asked.

"Why yes."  the Chancellor replied.

"Thank you for your invitation."  David said, rising to his feet.  "Good
day."  He walked over to Eleanor and me, offered Eleanor his arm, which she
took hesitantly and then proceeded toward the exit with a very confused me
following.

"David."  the Chancellor called.  "David, come back, please."  David turned
and stood looking at the group.

"George, are you done fucking around ?"  he called up toward the table.

"Yes, David."  the Chancellor responded, exasperation clear in his voice.
"We're done fucking around.  Come back and talk, please."  We all turned
back toward the table.


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Unlike the quiet dinner and evening visit the three of us had shared on
Thursday, Eleanor had planned a dinner gathering for Friday evening.  The
guest list had been hand selected by her.  George Vickers, the University
Chancellor and his wife were the only faculty included.  The remainder of
the guests consisted of 12, hand picked students.  Six were in their final
year as Undergraduates and next year working toward their Doctorates, would
be some of those seeking positions as Teaching Assistants.  The other six
were third year students and next year would be their final year as
Undergraduates.

Eleanor had invited everyone for eight thirty, which allowed Betty and
Millie's flight to arrive at six thirty, Frank to pick them up and deliver
them by seven fifteen and then time for them to rest and freshen up before
the gathering.  When Eleanor discovered our friends were staying at a
motel, she insisted they cancel their reservations and also stay with her.
It was very kind of her, but then this house of hers had sufficient room to
serve as a barracks for a small army regiment.  Eleanor and Millie had
taken to each other immediately and it was clear within the first half hour
a strong relationship was developing.  Usually being the one to hold back
and study a new situation or people, I had never known Eleanor to fully
accept anyone as quickly as she had taken to Dex, Millie and Betty.

Dinner was a light buffet, designed so people could mingle.  There was a
natural tendency for the students to group together, sizing up the
potential opposition, but my guy worked his natural charm and by the time
everyone was done eating, he had spun his magic web and had everyone
interacting regardless of age or standing.  Dex could hold his own, from
Chancellor to cute nineteen year old co-ed, who would have liked to really
get to know him much more intimately.

After dinner we all congregated in Eleanor's sitting room.  This was a very
large room which ran across the rear of the house.  At one end of the room
was her solarium and the other end, her full, stone walled fireplace.
Couches, lounges and oversized cushions were scattered throughout the room,
interspersed among overstuffed chairs.  It was a place where two, or thirty
could sit in comfort and relax.

"I've invited all you young people here tonight, for what I hope will
become a regular activity."  Eleanor announced, when everyone had found a
comfortable location to relax.  "I have craved an opportunity to have my
dear friend and colleague, Dr. David Merrill, interact and share with our
students and you twelve represent some of our finest.  Let's forget about
titles tonight and see what can be learned by questions and discussion.
Everyone feel free to join in."

And so began two and a half hours of growth for all of us.  The students
Eleanor had invited were brilliant.  Their questions were insightful and
probing.  When there was a tendency for discussions to become too
theoretical, Millie or Betty would zoom us back to the practical
application of what we were trying to achieve.  And Dex was in there asking
the basic questions which challenged these kids to explain how they
understood concepts to be structured, making them go back to the roots of
their learning to justify their opinions.  As it got to be late, the
question of practical application of some of the material we discussed
prevailed.  And the question of my activities also was asked.

"I took a few years off to clear my mind and decide what was important to
me."  I told the group.  "The things that were most important to me five
years ago when I left this institution are not the things I hold dearest
now."

"Which set of values was right ?"  a young voice queried.

"Both."  I replied.  "What was right for me then, is not right for me now.
As we live our lives, we change.  Every experience, every interaction,
every realization we have changes us in some way, infinitesimal, or
gigantic.  As teachers, therapists and Doctors, you will attempt to
influence others by using the skills you are taught during your schooling.
Twenty years from now, you may still be trying to do the same task, but you
will be using a whole new set of skills to do so.  You will have changed,
through experience, further learning and sometimes, just plain common
sense."

"Who are you now, Dr. Merrill ?"  another young voice asked.  I stopped and
thought about it only for a moment as spontaneity was the provider of
accuracy.

"I'm a father, a life partner, a therapist and a business man."  I replied.
I caught Eleanor's eye and she slowly nodded to me with understanding.

Throughout the evening, Millie and Betty had been the recipients of many
questions regarding practical application of theories which had been taught
in the many courses these young people had collectively studied.  After all
the dinner guests had left, except the Chancellor and Mrs. Vickers, we sat
with our final refreshments of the night and talked about the evening's
activities.

"I feel like I've been through a wringer," Betty commented, "they were all
so open to thoughts and ideas and yet......."

"And yet you also feel rejuvenated and intellectually alive."  Millie
completed her sentence and Betty nodded in agreement.  "For the first time
in ages, I am ready to go back to work on Monday and attack everything with
a renewed vigor."

"I understand."  Eleanor agreed.  "These young minds can be very
invigorating.  And sometimes exhausting."

"After tonight's session," George commented, "I wish I had time to teach a
course next semester."

"You could always make a point of sitting in on Eleanor's discussion
groups, George."  I suggested.

"Quite right."  he agreed.  "Be certain they will have high priority on my
schedule, Eleanor."


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There is something about having sex when other people are nearby which
makes it seem clandestine and extra exciting.  I became consciously aware
of this when I first moved in with David and the boys.  Knowing the boys
were usually sleeping in their bedrooms just down the hall, while sharing
intimacies with David, made me feel that way.  It was not the boys
themselves, it was just knowing someone else was there and you might be
interrupted at any time which gave everything a certain urgency.  That is
also how I felt last night staying at Eleanor McDivott's house.

We had been given a huge bedroom on the second floor with a bathroom next
door down the hall.  The house itself was an old Victorian style with three
floors and a basement.  I think I fell in love with the house the first
time I saw it.  Eleanor basically lived on the ground floor where her own
bedroom was located and during the University semesters she would
occasionally rent a couple rooms upstairs to some senior students.  She
didn't need the income, she just felt better having someone in the house
throughout the winter months.  Millie and Betty each had rooms on the same
floor as ours.

Our bedroom was striking in its tasteful furnishings and decor.  A double
sized, four poster bed dominated the room.  The dresser was an antique, in
magnificent condition and two wooden rocking chairs also added to the
ambiance.  The room had a masculine flavour to it and Eleanor at one point
mentioned it had been her brother's room, when they were growing up.  David
told me, he had always used this room, whenever he had stayed with Eleanor,
so there was a certain element of `coming home' for him.

I don't know why, but I had not anticipated any sex play.  I guess it was
because I was a little intimidated by Eleanor.  I mean that in the nicest
possible way.  She was just an irrepressible force and it was likely my own
lack of understanding of her which made me go with stereotyping.  A nice,
proper, elderly lady, even though she was a Doctor and a Dean, just made me
feel I was expected to be a perfect gentlemen even when not within her
sight.  I learned over time she was a great-grandmother who loved her
family and friends and could be soft as velvet or hard as nails, depending
on what was needed.

Although the question of sex had not entered my mind, it was certainly on
David's itinerary.  I returned from the bathroom and slid between the
crisp, white sheets, directly into his arms.  His first kiss left no
question, we were making love there and then.  He was naked and as we
kissed, he reached down and pushed the briefs I had worn to bed down around
my knees.

"You didn't have to get dressed up just for me."  he whispered at my ear.
His mouth slid down to my chest and he nibbled on my hard nipple while the
hand which had pushed my briefs down slid up my thigh, raked through my
pubic bush and then cupped my scrotal sac.  David was dominating and
completely in control.  I basked in the attention being lavished on me.  He
continued nibbling downward, licking the trail of hair below my navel and
into the thicker thatch until he reached the base of my cock.  By this time
I am rigid and leaking a steady stream of clear nectar which was running
down my cock.  David's tongue searched out the wet patch and then licked up
my pole to the head.  Capturing my cock head in his mouth, his tongue
continued to brush over it, both removing all traces of the sweet liquid
and applying friction to the ultra sensitive skin.

"You're going to bring my off doing that."  I warned him between my panting
and groans.  He continued licking and began pushing down the shaft with his
lips, so my cock head entered his throat where he would swallow and cause
the head to be squeezed and massaged.  Twice more and I was gone, releasing
five or six solid squirts directly to David's gullet and losing myself in
the thrill of climax.  The only thing missing was David.  He remained with
the reality of this tactile world while I was gone.

While my mind soared, David had located and applied a generous amount of
lubrication to his fingers and my butt.  I was not even aware of him
working his first finger into me and was experiencing the thrills of him
brushing my prostate as he carefully slid a second finger into my expanding
anal ring when I became cognizant of this reality once again.  By the time
a third finger was introduced, the friction on my prostate had caused my
cock to re-extend and renewed precum was again pumping forth.

My lover was a man with a mission and placing my legs against his shoulders
and his well lubricated cock against my welcoming entrance, he slowly
entered me, pausing as his cock head passed my sphincter and then gliding
forward carefully until his full 7" were buried deep within me.  He kissed
me passionately and then looking deep into my eyes, he spoke for the first
time since we had started making love.

"You are mine."  he said with a sincerity which left no question.  It was a
truth.  He kissed me again and began stroking in and out of me with long
deliberate strokes.  His hands and mouth stimulated my nipples.  My cock
was trapped between us and David would angle his body regularly so that it
was squeezed and stroked by the movement of our bodies.  His stroking
rubbed regularly against my magic button, setting off a chain of electric
sparks throughout my body and mind.  David was in control and he was a
master, guiding our bodies through a 20 minute ride of sensations and
thrills.

As we both began to physically tire, David was down to short strokes,
jabbing into me with enough force to make the bed shake and my body
respond.  I had been lost in a world of sensations which I now found had me
climbing the ladder to a stupendous climax.  David was with me this time
and as I called out I felt him thrust and bury himself into me for one
final time as we both exploded and together soared into the state of
ecstasy which I had visited with him on many previous occasions.



Chapter 26

It's Saturday and everyone has been on the go since we got up this
morning. We all accompanied Brenda to the Farmers' Market first thing,
right after breakfast.  Neil came with us as the other men were busy with
other commitments.  The younger boys each found everything at the Market to
be a new experience, as none of them had ever been there before.  Seeing
some of the live animals like the hens, ducks and rabbits were exciting,
but the kittens and puppies really grabbed their interest.  Mine too.
Brenda brought a shopping cart with her which I pulled along and as we went
from isle to isle she placed her purchases into it. It was an interesting
outing which I enjoyed because my young brothers were so exited and also I
hadn't been there for a long time.  The memories of shopping those same
isles with my Mom filled me with a lot of good feelings.

John and Cliff took all the other guys out for most of the afternoon.  I
was busy helping to teach karate classes with Sensei Williamson during that
time, so I didn't get to spend any time with my brothers until we all went
to the movies Saturday evening.  Like I said, it was a busy day.

Jim seemed to be in a much improved mood than he was last night.  He
apologized to me while we were out this morning for the way he acted while
Karen was visiting.  It seems he made some assumptions about my association
with Karen affecting his and my friendship, but talking to John had
straightened out his thinking.  I sometimes think Jim reads too much into
him and me being friends.  I'm not sure he really understands friendship,
as it seems his brother is the only other person who is at all close to him
and that has not been the best learning experience about relationships.

Tonight we are spending the night together and as I lay here with him next
to me I am very excited, anticipating the news I am ready to deliver to
him.

"Jim, you know when you asked me to have sex with you ?"  I asked.  He
turned over onto his side, so he was facing toward me.

"Yeah.  You said you wanted to find out more about what was involved."  he
responded.

"That's right."  I confirmed.  "I knew the mechanics, but I wanted to be
sure how to make sure I didn't hurt you."

"Oh, it always hurts."  Jim informed me.  "That's just part of it."

"No, Jim."  I countered.  "It doesn't need to always hurt.  It depends on
how it's done and the preparation that's taken."  He lay there silently,
just staring at me.  I knew he wanted to believe me, but if he did, it
meant he had to admit certain things to himself about the way Justin had
treated him.  After a few moments, tears started to drip onto the pillow
where his head lay.

"That fuckin' son of a bitch."  he said.  "He's a damn psychopath.  He did
nothing but use me.  All that time.  I loved him and he told me he loved me
too.  He called himself my brother, but he just wanted to use me."  I
reached over and stroked his shoulder.  I could see his anger, but I could
also see he was expelling some of it with his tears.  After awhile, the
tears stopped.

"Are you okay ?"  I asked.  "I wish Pop or Dex was here to tell me how to
help you with this."

"Bill, just being here with you helps me."  Jim said.  "Pop told me, I
should let my anger go, but doing that is very difficult.  He says, telling
a friend how something has hurt me does something with the anger, but I
don't want you to think I'm always complaining."

"There's a big difference between complaining and telling me when you feel
hurt by something."  I assured him.  "I'm your friend and even though the
term `brother' may not be too appealing to you right now, I look on you as
one of my brothers, just like the others here.  Do you realize how many
brothers we have here, both younger and older.  Just because Justin has
spoiled the relationship with you as your `brother', don't think the rest
of us can't live up to it."

"I know."  Jim admitted.  "John was a true brother to me last night when he
helped me straighten out the way I was thinking and you have always been
true to me."

"And I will always try to be."  I assured him.

"Do you remember when we had the overnight with Greg and Tom," he asked,
"and I said I thought I was in love ?"  I nodded.  "It was you I was
talking about."  He paused for a minute.  "I realize now, I'm not in love
with you, but you seemed to understand that even then.  I do love you, as
my brother though."

"And I feel the same about you."  I replied.

"Good."  he answered.  "Now as my real, caring, loving brother, are you
ready yet to show me how to go at it without getting hurt ?"

"As a matter of fact," I answered, "I am."  I ran my hand lightly down his
arm and over his hip taking hold of his already erect cock.  He groaned and
closed his eyes as he thrust steadily forward to move his shaft in my hand.
He reached over and gently rubbed my belly before he grasped my spear.
"We're going to go slow and gently tonight, Jim."  I instructed him.

"Whatever you say, Bill."  he groaned back to me as my thumb rubbed around
the head of his shaft.  He released my cock and grasped each of my upper
arms with his hands.  I saw his eyes were closed and he was allowing
himself to just enjoy the sensations I was causing as precum oozed from his
slit to ease the friction I was creating.  I leaned over and kissed his
softly.

"That was nice."  he stated simply when I moved slightly away.  "This is
all nice."

"I want to pleasure you tonight."  I suggested to him.  "Please remember,
I'm inexperienced, not ignorant.  I've taken great effort to make sure I've
been properly educated about what we are doing tonight and I feel
confidence in my ability to provide you with a memorable experience.  I've
been coached by an expert."  He smiled at me.

"You cared enough about me to consult an expert ?"  he asked.

"Only the best is ever good enough for my little brothers."  I told him as
I stroked him a couple more times and drew a moan from him.  Following the
instructions Cliff had given me, we slowly and gently stroked and cherished
each other until our level of excitement had us really wanting to have more
of each other.  Truth is I had masturbated before we came to bed ,so Jim's
excitement was much ahead of my own.  As Cliff had suggested, I was much
more in control, not feeling the immediacy to reach a conclusion.

Jim and I had been stimulating each other orally and he had started losing
concentration in what we were doing.  The time had come for me to start to
use the lubrication which I had placed on the bedside table.  While I
continued to stimulate Jim, I carefully introduced one lubricated finger
into his anal passage.  Spreading the lubrication and twisting my finger
carefully, I found his muscle relaxed fairly easily as Cliff suggested it
might.  This meant the second finger should be introduced.  I was very
careful doing so and Jim moaned and groaned loudly as I again twisted my
fingers and stretched his opening.  A third finger caused more sounds to
escape from Jim, to the point that he had ceased all oral attention to my
stiffy.  I moved to a position between his legs and tore open the
protection packet which I had set aside.

"Don't use that."  Jim told me.  "I want to feel all of you.  That will
just get in the way."

"I don't play without protection."  I told him.  "And from here on, neither
do you."  I shook my finger at him for emphasis.  He gave me a really funny
look, but didn't say anything more.  Jim pulled his knees up to his chest
while I lubricated my latex encased cock.  I moved up to him and placed his
ankles up on my shoulders.  The tip on my cock was against his anus.  I
applied a steady pressure, but nothing happened.  I looked at Jim and saw
he had his eyes squeezed closed tightly and his body was all tense.  I
reach down and stroked his semi- hard cock carefully.

"Relax, Jim."  I told him softly.  "This is me, not anyone else and you
know I'm not out to hurt you."  As I spoke and stroked him, I could see the
muscles in his shoulders and abdomen relax.

"I'm sorry, Bill."  he responded.  "This is where it always hurts the
most."  I used my free hand to lightly rub his abdomen.  He was letting
loose even though I was still pressuring his entryway.

"We're going slow and easy, Jim."  I reminded him.  "I want you to push
out, like you had to have a dump."  I could feel him respond to my
instructions and before either of us realized it, the head of my staff and
a couple inches had entered him.  I stopped pressing and held still.  "I'm
in."  I muttered.

"No."  he responded, but I could see the realization light up his eyes.  I
started to apply pressure once again and very slowly slid into his tunnel
as far as I was capable.  "You did it.  You entered me and I never felt any
pain at all."

"Oh, God."  I whispered.  "I thought the rubber was tight, but it's like
you're squeezing me."  He smiled.  I started to pull back and Jim quickly
moved his legs down and wrapped them around my waist.

"No way you're going anywhere."  he declared as he pulled me back into him.
I groaned at the feeling and he joined in my vocalization.  I began a
steady in and out rhythm and quickly became lost in the feelings and
sensations.  Somewhere down the line I know we both climaxed and I
experienced a euphoric rush far beyond anything I had ever achieved before.

When I started to regain my senses, I found I was laying on Jim and he too
had reached a climax, though in all truth I didn't know when.  He started
to breath normally just about the same time as me.

"I never had anything feel like that before."  Jim commented when he opened
his eyes and looked into mine.  "You just gave sex a whole new meaning for
me.  It was terrific and none of it hurt.  Thank you, big brother."  He got
a big smile on his face.

"Always glad to help with these little problems, bro."  I teased him.  I
rolled off and we lay side by side.  I sat up to remove the rubber I was
still wearing.

"Tomorrow," I told him, "you are going to have a talk with John and Cliff
about safe sex.  From now on, nothing but."  It was an order, not a
suggestion and he knew it.


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For those who have been inquiring about a sequel for "To Fulfill a
Prophesy", (NIFTY/Gay/Beginnings), I hope to begin publication of the new
book length series, "The Guardians:  Family Matters" by the end of this
coming summer.

LJB