Date: Mon, 23 Jul 2001 19:11:36 -0400
From: LJB  <readersstop@netscape.net>
Subject: To Fulfill a Prophesy Section 12 (LJB)(MM BB Bb 1st anal oral teen1b
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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 are encouraging me to
continue with the presentation of this series.

Hope that you continue to enjoy.       LJB


To Fulfill a Prophesy

Section 12


Dale - Wednesday afternoon (continued)

Jason and I stripped when we hit the bedroom and proceeded into the shower.
I figured Anson had three options.  He could remain where he was, sitting
in the lounge area of our suite, he could get up and leave, going wherever
he pleased, or he could decide to take a risk and join us in our shower.
Once the water temperature was steady, we both rinsed the warm spray over
our bodies.  There still was no sign of Anson.  We kissed deeply and then I
poured some shampoo on Jason's hair and started to work up a lather.

"You sure there's going to be room for me in there ?" Anson asked in a
rather hesitant voice.  I looked around and he stood at the edge of the
shower, naked.

"Yup," I answered, "right here in the middle."  He slid in between us and
Jason wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him once again.  This
time, Anson made an effort to participate.  As they parted, Jason
commented, "Not bad, but I think we should do some work on it."  The two of
them laughed and it made me think about my love having taught me, the
niceties of sharing..

Anson's hair had gotten wet, so I poured some shampoo on it and started to
massage, while Jason began to soap his chest.  I had to reach up to shampoo
his sandy coloured head, as his 6'2" reached above my 5'10".  Handing him
some soap, I told him to use it on Jason.  As I rubbed the shampoo onto his
scalp, I took a good look at the back half of our young, former cop, farm
boy.  He had solid, broad shoulders, which attested to the hard work on the
farm he had done while growing up.  His muscles moved and flexed through
his shoulders and back, as he applied soap over Jason's upper torso.  His
back narrowed to a slender waist, which led to two firm, rounded cheeks of
hard muscle.  As I began to soap his buns, they were tense and rigid, but
he relaxed, as I stroked them and a certain flexible bounce yielded into my
hands.  I passed the soap down his crease and the cheeks instantly became
rigid again, but he forced himself to ease off and my hand was allowed to
slide between them, stroking up and down.  When I passed over his button
and around the curve at the bottom, he gasped, but did not tighten.  He
moved his legs apart slightly and I washed the flat area behind his balls.
Stooping down, I soaped his muscular thighs, brushing his ball sac several
times and causing a jerk, when I made contact.  Jason steadied him after I
completed his lower legs, so I could raise each foot to cleanse it.  The
only hair I discovered on this entire side was a short, curly, light
dusting on his thighs and calves.  The rest of his backside was a smooth as
the day he was born, but far better defined.

Head and back view now completely soaped, I guided him into the shower
spray to rinse.  Checking to see how the front washings were coming, I
found that my two boys, had gotten as far as the good stuff and progressed
no farther.  Each of them had soaped the other's groin and were mutually,
slowly stroking each other's magic wand, as if making a wish.  I had a good
idea what the wish was, too.  Anson was fascinated by Jason's uncircumcised
tool and repeatedly pushed back the hood, to soap the sensitive knob.
Jason in turn had hold of Anson's rigid, 7 « " scepter and had a lather
worked up, from gently stroking it back and forth, along the length.

"All right you two horny toads," I declared, "this shower is only getting
limited portions cleaned.  Rinse off, then out you go and get dried off."
They followed my instructions and while they dried each other, I quickly
drew the soap over my body and rinsed.  They insisted on drying me, when I
exited the shower.

"Okay, guys." I suggested, after everyone was dry, "Let's go lie down on
the bed.  Anson, let's have you in the middle."  We stretched out on the
bed, with Anson in the middle and Jason and I on each side.

"Anson, is there anything, you would particularly like to do with us this
afternoon ?" Jason asked.

"Is it okay if I hold these ?"  he requested, reaching down with each hand
and grasping our erect cocks.

"You can do whatever you want, here with us.  Our only restriction is, we
each must be willing.  If you don't want to participate in something ,you
don't have to.  If you don't like something one of us does with you, then
say `STOP' and we will stop." I told him.

"Who's in charge ?" he asked.  "I thought that one of you would be the
`boss'."

"That's certainly true in some situations."  Jason replied.  "We each have
our preferences and I like most being on the bottom.  That means Dale often
seems more dominant and guides the activities, which he enjoys doing.
Occasionally, one of us will feel like a change and then, the other
accommodates him.  Ours is a sharing relationship and we each receive much
enjoyment from giving to the other, as much pleasure as possible.  In some
relationships, one person is always dominant and he gets pleasure, by them
fulfilling his needs, while they derive pleasure by his fulfilling theirs,
through domination or humiliation.  If that type of relationship interests
you, then Dale has experienced some of that and he can likely guide you.
There is no right or wrong, there is only what best suits your needs and
gives you enjoyment without injuring anyone.  Like I told you before, keep
it fun."  I leaned over and kissed him, a little more forcefully, than
Jason had previously.  I scooped his mouth with my tongue and played with
his.

When we broke the kiss, he gasped and said, "That's not how it felt when I
kissed those girls."  I kissed along his ear and down his neck, moving over
to his nipple.

With my tongue, I drew circles around his pink areola and flicked the
rapidly hardening nub.  I nibbled on the nip, which had now swollen and
protruded a good ¬" into my mouth.  I crossed his chest with my arm and
my fingers rolled the other nub and squeezed it gently.  Anson was groaning
each time I squeezed, or nibbled one of those rosy discs.  He had been busy
stroking our cocks back and forth and his hands were getting quite slick,
from the abundant precum, which Jason and I had been producing.

Jason had decided to stimulate Anson's abdomen.  After blowing cool air
over his belly and crotch, he dragged the tip of his tongue, up the golden
treasure trail from the fluffy pubic bush to the little pit of his navel.
After circling a few times, he dipped repeatedly in the button hole and
swirled his tongue around the inner lining.  This caused Anson to catch his
breath and a loud groan, escaped his lips.

"I never imagined, it could be like this." he whispered to no one in
particular.

I had moved up and proceeded to kiss him again.  This time, he took the
initiative and our lip lock turned into a tongue wrestling match.  I
recognized someone, who resisted hoping to be overcome and it raised some
of my own old feelings.  Jason reached out during this activity and grasped
Anson's cock.  The sudden intake of air, that Anson gasped, just about
sucked my lungs dry.  We broke the kiss and I looked at Jason.  He was busy
stroking Anson's cock and nibbling on the fringes of his curly pubic hair,
but I though I saw the slightest smirk on his lips and a sparkle in his
eyes.  I went back to pleasuring Anson's pecs and nipples.

It had not been long, but Anson was terribly excited and worked up.
Considering this was his first experience, with another person, or in this
case persons, he had managed really well.  He started to groan louder, as
Jason stroked him more rapidly and his breathing became shallow.  His grip
on our cocks, had become quite tight and the stroking he was doing, became
erratic.

"I'm going to ssshhoooooot." he yelled out as his back arched and the first
volley erupted, from the purple head of his weapon.  Thanks to Jason's
careful aim, it hit me in the temple, as I raised my head from Anson's
nipple.  The second round, made it all the way to his neck, as my head had
now moved out of range.  A successive third, fourth, fifth and sixth round
formed a trail down his stomach and the remainder dribbled down his shaft
and over Jason's hand.  Still holding our cocks, but not moving, Anson had
collapsed back on the bed and lay panting, his eyes glazed and his psyche
off in some distant place.

After a minute or so, he moaned, "That is the greatest feeling I have ever
experienced."

"It's always better with someone else."  I observed.

After wiping the side of my head, I looked down at our young friend.  He
had dumped an impressive load, which was now puddled along his rock hard
pecs and abdominals.  Remnants showed in the fluffy, blonde hair at the
base of his penis, which had withdrawn to its normal 4" flaccid length.
His pouch and balls had released from his body, to resume their normal
dangle.  The soft skin of his sac clung to his nuts, outlining their shape
and walnut-like size.

Jason had licked off his hand and looking at me, said, "Excellent vintage.
You should try it."

"Thanks," I replied, "I've always prefer it warm, straight from the tap."

"I need to finish you two."  Anson said, as he started to stroke our
softened pricks.

"No, you don't" replied Jason, as we each place a hand on his, to stop his
pumping motion.

"But I want to try to give you, some of the pleasure, you just gave me." he
complained.

"The point today was to have you find out that sex, with other men, can be
fun." Jason said. "While you had fun, we did too.  Guiding you, to reach
the level of enjoyment you did, gave us each a great deal of pleasure."

"It's true." I added.  "Our pleasure was in helping you get started.
Climax is not the only fulfillment, good sex brings a person."  Oddly, six
months ago I would not have believed such a thing, but these months with my
man, had shown me the validity of that statement.

"You will have lots of opportunity to get us off next time, when we go to
the next level.  You don't need to do it because you feel you need to."

"I hope you're kidding."  Anson said, shaking his head from side to side.
"I think more fun than this, may just kill me."  We all laughed.