Date: Sun, 29 Jul 2001 20:24:41 -0400
From: LJB  <readersstop@netscape.ne
Subject: To Fulfill a Prophesy Section 16 (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.

I have not acknowledged e-mails, instead using my time to write.
I do appreciate hearing from you.
Hope that you continue to enjoy.       LJB

To Fulfill a Prophesy

Section 16


Ted - Wednesday night

My last visit with the therapist had been the happiest session that I had
spent with her.  She gave me clear indications that she too believed Dean
was well on the way to taking back full control over his life.  This was
the best news I had received in a long, long while.  I discussed with her
my intentions of now allowing our relationship past the caretaker level,
that I had maintained for so long.  She had no objection to my plans, but
suggested that I let Dean set his own pace.  I agreed that this would be
the best way.

When Dean came into my suite this evening, after I had tucked in Davey, I
was working at my desk on some files that were eventually destined for him
anyway.  It didn't take long for me to realize that he wouldn't be leaving
that night and it made me really happy he had decided to push forward at
this point.  Dean and I had loved each other for years, but his parents had
virtually adopted me and I had felt like their son and his brother for so
long, that we hadn't ever acted on our feelings.  After their death, Dean's
needs had been more important than anything else and with him pushing away
anyone who evoked feelings in him, I had to fight just to remain at his
side.  Once he accepted that I would not leave, he focused his entire
energies on the businesses and tried to pretend everything was as he
remembered it.  This past week had burst his world wide open and he had
adjusted with surprising speed and ease.  A series of events that could not
have been foreseen had brought him back to face his real life and into my
rooms this night.

I wanted to be sure that we were in agreement about how we were going to
present our relationship to the boys, as each of them had special needs,
that had to be considered.  I was also concerned about Jamie's perception
and reaction to us being together.  Dean considered each boy with me and, I
believe, was very perceptive about their reactions.  He then had a question
for me about my past, before I had come to live at the `castle'.  The only
person who knew anything about my previous life had been Dean's father.  I
felt Dean had a right to know about my prior love, before we went any
further in our relationship.  He listened to what I had to say.  There were
no questions, no concerns, no discussion.  He accepted what I told him and
he was satisfied.

We were sitting on a couch in the lounge of my suite and had been kissing
and stroking each other for fifteen or twenty minutes.  Dean's lips were
full and soft and I lost myself in the excitement our kisses generated.
Although our touching and stroking had been limited to our arms and backs,
we each had solid extensions rising from our groins.  I finally stood and
taking Dean's hands, pulled him to his feet, telling him it was time for
bed.  He teased about having to head back to his own room and I placed my
arm firmly around his shoulder and guided him into my bedroom.  We stopped
by the side of my bed and he started to undress me by undoing the buttons
on my shirt.  I reached over to unfasten the belt on his robe, but he
stopped me and asked me to let him undress me first.  I stepped back and
gave him free rein.

Dean completed unbuttoning my shirt and pulled the tails out of the waist
of my slacks.  He slid the shirt off my shoulders and down my arm, pulling
it from my wrists and tossing it on a nearby chair.  Grabbing the hem of my
undershirt, he slid it up my chest and with my arms raised, over my head.
He told me that in all the years we had been together, he had only once
really studied my body.  That was the other night when I had fallen asleep
at the hospital, while he was showering.  I told him it had taken every
effort I had not to go after him in that shower and make love to him right
then.  Reaching over, he placed his hands on my chest and stroked through
the hair, across my pecs, causing a friction on my nipples that started
them growing hard.  He leaned over and took the right nipple in his mouth,
rubbing his tongue briskly back and forth across it.  His right hand
squeezed my left nipple gently, rolling it between two fingers.  A groan
just came out of me on its own.  Continuing to suck and nibble, he reach
around with both hands and gently rubbed over the skin on my back, from the
top of my shoulders to my waist.  My hands reached around and one held the
back of his head, running my fingers through his hair, while the other hand
rubbed his back which was still covered by his robe and pajamas.

When his hands reached my waist, he brought them around front again and
unfastened my trousers.  He pulled away from my chest and wasting no time,
lowered my pants and briefs right down to my ankles.  My erect cock bobbed
out in front of me at a 45 degree angle.  The head was already damp with
precum from our extended warm up on the couch.  I'm about 8.5 inches at
full expansion and right now I was about as full as I had ever been.  Dean
was taking my shoes, socks and pants fully off and I lifted each leg as he
signaled his readiness.  He did not stand up immediately, but worked his
way up with small nibbles and kisses on my inner thighs, ball sack, cock
and abdomen.  When he was standing again, he stepped back slightly and
looked me over.  The hair on my body is blond, but not as light coloured as
my head.  The layer across my pecs forms to a `V" at my diaphragm and my
abdomen is clear.  A treasure trail starts below my navel and runs down to
a thick, bushy pubic mound.  The hair on my sack is sparse and then my legs
are thickly coated.  I am muscled and at 37 years of age, I am athletic and
solidly built.

"You are as handsome as the first day we met."  Dean told me with a husky
voice.  "We never talked about this and I can only guess, but I am really
hoping that you favour being on top, `cause I really need to be fucked."

"Boy this is your lucky week," I smiled, "'cause I'm in the mood to really
do some fucking."

I stepped over to Dean and quickly removed his robe, pajamas and slippers.
I stepped back to look at him.  The soft, brown hair that was dispersed in
all the right places over his body was extra stimulating to me.  His 6'
frame bore his athletic body proudly from his wide shoulders and narrow
waist and hips to the muscular legs and calves.  I knew from years of
watching him, that his bubble butt was smooth and taunt and I was about to
solve the mystery of many years.  Were there dark hairs in the valley
between those muscular cheeks ?  I stepped over to my man and wrapped him
in a strong hug and kissed him passionately.  Laying him on the bed, I slid
down his torso and caught the damp tip of this 7", circumcised shaft with
my mouth.  Quickly swirling my tongue around the crown of his post, I
lunged forward and drove his shaft into my throat.  His reaction was
immediate.  His body stiffened and arched and he yelled out in surprise.  I
drew up to the head again and probed the piss slit, dragging my tongue back
and forth through it causing him to squirm.

"Oh Ted, Oh Ted."  he cried out.  "We've missed out on so much, for so
long."  I released his cock from my mouth and moved up so that we were face
to face.

"It's today and tomorrow we worry about, Dean."  I told him.  "The past is
gone and time spent worrying about what might have been, is totally
wasted."  We wrapped our arms around each other tightly and just lay
together briefly.  When we separated, I nudged his shoulder and he rolled
over onto his stomach.  I moved over him and kissed his shoulders and back,
dragging the tip of my tongue along his skin, causing shivers to run
through him.  As I reached the small of his back, he wiggled up more on the
bed so that I didn't need to move to continue my journey.  I kissed and
licked those two massive muscles that formed his beautiful butt.  Moving
between his legs, I dragged my tongue down the valley which separated the
mounds and groaning, Dean thrust up into the air, separating the guardians.
I moved quickly and licked the dark pucker, dragging the dark hair that
surrounded it to the sides.  Dean tasted of soap and man and it was
intoxicating.

"That's the greatest feeling that I've ever felt." he panted, relaxing the
globes and pushing back onto my tongue.  His movement broke my tongue
through his gate and I dug deeply into the tunnel, wiggling my tongue to
loosen the grip on it.  I came out of the trench and crawled over to my bed
side table.  Reaching in, I grabbed a tube of lubrication.

"Do you want me to use a rubber ?"  I asked Dean.  He thought for a moment
and shook his head `no'.  It didn't seem necessary since neither of us had
any sexual partner for many years and we were both tested annually.

"I want to face you when we make love."  Dean told me.

"I know and I would like that too," I answered, "but neither of us has done
this for a long time.  It will be much easier, especially for you, if we
start out `doggie' for entry.  You tell me if you have any pain and I will
stop."  I knew that once we started he would pass out rather than stop.  He
nodded in agreement and I moved off the bed and guided him back to me.

I lubricated my fingers and slowly inserted one into Dean.  I moved it
around carefully loosening the sphincter.  I added a second finger and with
two was able to scissor them to expand the opening further, soon adding a
third.  As I worked the three carefully, I poked into the soft tissue and
found the hard little walnut mound for which I was searching.  Carefully I
ran a finger over it and Dean jumped and moaned loudly.  I could easily
imagine the stars and flashes which he had just seen as the spark surged
through his body.  While continuing the stretching, I made sure his
prostrate was rubbed several more times, giving Dean a surge each time.

When Dean was fully relaxed, I lubricated my cock and positioned the tip at
the entry way.  I leaned forward and reached up onto Dean's back and
lightly stroked it.  I watched his reactions closely.  Applying forward
pressure, my crown broke through the gate and his muscle locked firmly
behind my knob.  Dean jumped slightly at this first penetration , but
assured me that he was fine.  Allowing a little time so I was certain his
body had adjusted, I pressed forward and my shaft slid into him very
slowly.  About halfway in, Dean's head snapped up and I froze.

"It's okay, Ted.  Please don't stop."  he hissed at me.  "It just feels so
damn good."

The last half was tight and I continued to go slowly, but Dean showed no
distress in spite of several loud groans.  When I bottomed out, we both
groaned with satisfaction.  Reaching around Dean, I grasped his rock hard
dick and stroked it once.  I pulled out and on the next thrust made sure
that I dragged over his little hard nugget.  Dean just about exploded from
the stimulation, but recognizing what was happening, I stopped moving and
applied three point pressure to the base of his corona and his urge
subsided as his erection reduced.

"Good time to change position."  I suggested.  I withdrew and Dean moved up
on the bed and stretched out on his back.

"I think you killed my dick."  he said, looking down at his deflated
member.

"Just temporarily."  I assured him.  "It will come back soon enough."  I
moved up on the bed and Dean raised his heels onto my shoulders.  He
levered upward and I moved a pillow under his hips.  Slowly I reinserted my
bobbing cock into his tight channel.  Moving forward, I again merged
totally with my man.  Dean moved his legs down and locked them around my
waist.  Now, I stretched out fully above him.

"This is much better."  I said to him, kissing him on his tender lips.

"I agree."  Dean replied, wrapping his arms around my neck and kissing me
again, deeply.

I began stroking my rigid cock in and out of Dean's moist, hot tunnel.  The
pressure on my cock was unbelievable and the sensations that pliable sleeve
was sending through my shaft to the rest of my body was very quickly
causing my balls to move closer to the base of my shaft.  I slowed the
pace, trying to draw out the inevitable conclusion and changed the angle of
my stroking to make sure I would surge across his prostrate.  Dean's
breathing quickly became ragged, his penis expanded fully and became hard
as a rock.  He grunted and groaned and tossed his head from side to side.
His heels dug into my ass, insistent that I speed up my thrusts and I
complied.  My orgasm hit me like a sledge hammer.  One moment, I was in
complete control of our love making and the next, I had zoomed into outer
space.  At the same time, Dean arched and howled as his cock spit ropes of
heavy white juice time and time again, laying a layer of human glue between
our chests.  I collapsed onto Dean and we lay there together panting and
basking in the afterglow.

We must have dozed off for a short while.  When I awakened, I went into the
bathroom and washed myself off, then took a warm, wet cloth and towel in
and wiped Dean clean.

"I don't think I have ever had an experience like that, no word of a lie."
Dean said as I lay back down beside him.

"It was pretty fabulous."  I agreed.  "Imagine what it will be like when we
get familiar with each other."  We both laughed.  We lay on our sides and
kissed and stroked each other's bodies for a time.  "This is what I have
been waiting for."  I told him.  "Making love with the man I love."

"This has been very special for me, Ted."  Dean told me.  "I have never
been really in love before and everything seems like a new experience.  Sex
has always been great, but you making love to me, taking the time and
patience to see that I am okay, seeing that I am having as much or more
pleasure than you.  These are new things to me.  I don't want it to ever
end."

"All things end at some point," I replied, "but endings should lead to new
and better beginnings."  We crawled under the covers and Dean spooned in
tight against me as I wrapped my arms around him.  We drifted off to sleep
hearing and feeling the rhythms of each other breathing.  I woke again in
the middle of the night to find Dean slowly stroking my solid cock.  We
made love again and it was every bit as fulfilling as the first time.