Date: Mon, 30 Jul 2001 22:23:26 -0400
From: LJB  <readersstop@netscape.net>
Subject: To Fulfill a Prophesy Section 17 (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 17


Denny - Thursday evening

When I woke up, I knew it was time to get up `cause it was daylight
outside.  I went into the bathroom and peed, then I went over and stood by
Davey's bed.  He was still asleep, laying on his tummy.  I was not s'posed
to wake Davey up, `cause he said if I did, he would `kill' me.  I know he
doesn't mean that like it sounds, he is just telling me I better not do it.
I don't have to wake him up though, `cause I found out, when we slept under
the bridge, if I stand and stare at Davey, he wakes up by himself.  So I
just stood there and watched him.

"I know what you're doing," he groaned, "and I warned you what would happen
if you woke me up, didn't I ?"

"I didn't do nothin'."  I said.  "I just came over to see if you were awake
yet."

"Well, I'm not."  he growled and turned over to face the other way.  I
walked around the bed and waited.  " You're going to get it, if you don't
let me sleep."

"Aw, come on Davey."  I said.  "It's bright outside and I want to see what
we're going to do today."  He didn't answer me.  I waited a minute and then
I went over to the table beside my bed.  I picked up the phone and pressed
the button Ted had showed to me.  I heard a telephone ring on the other end
of the line.

"Yea, who's this ?" a voice on the phone said.  The voice sounded sleepy
and it didn't sound like Ted.  Maybe I shouldn't have called.

"It's me, Denny."  I said into the phone piece.  "I'm up and Davey won't
get up, so I'm all alone and he said he would `kill' me if I woke him up."

"Who are you talking to ?" Davey asked, quickly lifting his head off the
pillow.

"It's okay, Denny."  the voice on the phone was saying.  "You come on over
to Ted's room."

"You shouldn't be on the phone.  Look at the clock !  It's only 6:10 in the
morning."  Davey was saying, his voice getting louder.  I hung up the phone
and headed for the door.  "That's it.  I'm going to kill you, now."  Davey
yelled at me, but I had already opened the door and was across the hall
before he could get out of bed. That cast thing on his arm sure helps slow
him down.  Ted's apartment door was open and I ran through it and headed
for his bedroom.

About half way there, Davey came tearing through the door, so I let out a
yell and ran straight into the bedroom and dove onto the bed, right onto
Dean.  There was a sound came out of him, something like `oompft' as I
landed on him.  When I had started yelling, Davey had started too, and as
he came sailing through the door, I think he thought there would be lots of
room on Ted's big, king size bed.  Well there wasn't and as he dove for the
bed , he realized it and sort of twisted to get to the end of the bed,
where he wouldn't land on anyone.  He made it, but he was so close to the
end of the bed, that when he bounced, he bounced right off the end of the
bed onto the floor.  When he hit the floor, he made a sound a lot like Dean
had made, `oompft'.  Everything was dead quiet for a minute.  Ted sat up in
bed and leaned forward, so he could see Davey on the floor.  He was flat on
his back, holding his cast to his chest with his good hand.  I guess Davey
was okay, because Ted just started to shake his head back and forth.  Then
he started to laugh and pretty soon we were all laughing, even Davey.

"I hope you two aren't planning on starting the mornings out like this
every day." Ted said when he stopped laughing.

"No."  Dean added.  "I don't think Davey and I can last through too many
early mornings like this."  I crawled over Dean, so I could lay in between
the two men.  Davey got up off the floor and looking at where I had
positioned myself, asked where I thought he was going to lay down.

"I thought you had picked a good place, there on the floor."  I told him
with a big giggle.  "I'm cold.  Can I get under the covers ?"

"Yes," Ted said as he lifted up his blankets, "There's lots of room for
both of you."  I got into the bed and Davey went around by Ted and crawling
over him, laying down in between me and Ted."  We snuggled down into the
warmth and the two big guys turned toward us and put their arms over us.  I
felt real snug and safe up against Dean with his arm around me.  "Well
guys, warm up quickly.  It's nearly 6:30 and that's when the day normally
starts for your Uncle Dean and me.  By the time we shower, get dressed and
eat some breakfast, we hardly have enough time left to get to the office by
8 o'clock."

"Are you guys going to work today ?" I asked, a little worried what was
going to happen to Davey and me.  I don't like it when at least one of them
is not where I can see him.  "I want to go with you if you do."

"No."  said Dean.  "We have some work to do, but we are going to do it in
our offices here, today and tomorrow."  I felt better knowing that they
would both be here, close by us.  I snuggled in closer to Dean and he
reached up and stroked my hair.  "I believe that Mr. Chen has made an
appointment for you with the barber, first thing after breakfast."

"And I believe that Dale has plans for the five of you after that, until
lunch time, so we better get a move on."  Ted told us.  "You guys had
better understand that this week is like a vacation for you.  Next week
you'll be starting school."

"Aw, Dad."  Davey whined.  "I haven't been to school in a long time.  Do I
have to go ?"  I didn't care, I liked school when I went, which wasn't very
often, but what really got my attention was Davey calling Ted, `Dad'.

"Well, that's a `yes' and `no' question."  Ted answered.  "'Yes', you must
have schooling and `No', you don't have to go.  Your schooling from now
until September will be done here at the `castle'.  Your teacher will be
here on Monday morning.  Uncle Dean and I thought it would be easier for
you, if you had a chance to get caught up.  You're both very smart boys and
we believe, given some special help, you can really make some progress."  I
heard what he was saying, but the `Uncle Dean' really caught my attention,
again.

"I know that Davey wants you to be his Dad, but if he calls you `Dad' and
you `Uncle Dean'," I said looking over my shoulder at Dean, "then what do I
get to call you ?"  There was a pause from everyone, and finally Ted spoke.

"Denny, if things could be worked out, how would you feel about being
adopted too and staying with Davey and me ?"  I thought about it really
hard.  I really loved Davey and he would be my big brother.  Ted and Dean
were really great and they would be looking after me.  And I also liked
Anson and Dale and Jason.  And I liked Mr. Chen, even if I didn't know him
very well.  Everyone here was really nice to me and we got to eat every
day.  My Mom always told me I was in the way all the time when she was at
home, which wasn't very much and she hit me, even when I didn't do nothin'.
I hadn't even thought about her for a long time, `til now.  Nobody had hit
me since I ran away.  I don't think Ted would hit me unless I was really,
really bad.  I really had nowhere to go and I was being offered an awful
lot by people who seemed to like me.

"I think I would like to be adopted."  I told them.  "Would I be able to
think about it for awhile ?"

"You can think about it for as long as you want" Ted told me, "and you can
also call Dean and me whatever you choose."  Ted let me think about what he
said for a minute and then he said, "All right guys, Dean and I have to get
our showers and you need to get dressed."

"I didn't take a shower last night."  Davey said.  "Can I shower with you
?" he asked Ted.

"Me too."  I said, not willing to be left out.

"Me too."  Dean added.

"Well, I guess the shower is going to be kind of crowded, let's get going."

Ted and Dean each got out of their sides of the bed and headed toward the
bathroom.  Davey and I followed right after them.  Just outside the
bathroom door we all took off our bed clothes.  Ted and Dean both wore only
pajama bottoms, but Davey and I also had tops on.  Ted pushed a button on
the wall and I heard the shower start to run, that was really neat.  We all
went in the bathroom and got into the shower.  Ted wrapped Davey's cast
with a folded big towel first and then helped him hold it out of the water
spray.  It wasn't crowded, there was lots of room.

I thought back to how scared I'd been the first night when Ted was going to
give me a bath and Davey had told me that it would be okay.  He was right.
Then yesterday, when we were going to swim and I found out that nobody wore
bathing suits, I was scared again for a few minutes.  It must have been
because of what Jake did to me whenever he got me undressed for my bath.
The big guys make me remember Jake sometimes, when they are undressed.
They have hair all over, like he did and their wieners are long and hang
down.  My wiener is little and I don't have hair anywhere, except on my
head.  It's red.  You must grow hair when you get older `cause Davey has
some under his arms and around his wiener and on his legs.  His hair has a
little red colour too, but it is mostly blonde.  You can see the balls on
the big guys, `cause they hang down in their bags and their wieners hang
over them.  Davey too.  His balls are as big as the men and his wiener is
almost as long.  I can't hardly see my balls when I look in the mirror,
`cause there ain't very much to them.  I guess I see this stuff better,
`cause the big guys are tall and I only come up past their waists.

After we all were wet, Ted slowed down the spray and he took some shampoo
and rubbed it into my hair.  Dean did it to Davey and told us both to rub
it while they soaped theirs.  Soon, we all had white heads and it looked
really funny.  We each had soap that we rubbed all over ourselves.  Ted and
Dean washed each other's backs while Davey and I soaped up, but they seemed
to take a lot longer doing it.  Then they soaped all the rest of their
bodies and they helped Davey with things he had a problem reaching.  Nobody
had to help me this time, I did it all myself.  Davey got a stiffy and did
he ever turn red.  He faced the corner trying to make sure no one saw it.
Ted leaned over to his ear and I heard him tell Davey there was nothing to
be embarrassed about, that we were all family here.  He said all healthy
men got hard at times and it could happen to any of us.  Davey seemed to
feel better and after a while his wiener got smaller.  Boy, Davey's wiener
sure gets big.  Dean bent over to soap his legs and his bum was really red
in the crack.  It made me remember to tell Dad that mine didn't hurt
anymore and he reminded me to wash it really good.  When we all finished
soaping up, Dad turned up the spray again and we got all rinsed off.

Dad had really big towels, I guess, `cause he's a really big guy.  He
wrapped one around his waist, when he got out of the shower and then he
wrapped one around me.  It was really nice and warm.  He wrapped one around
Davey, after taking the one off his cast and gave another one to Uncle Dean
who wrapped it around himself.  Dad then rubbed my towel all over me, so I
was nice and dry and when he was done, gave me a little smack on the bum
and sent me to get my pajamas and go get dressed.  I turned around when I
picked up my pajamas and saw him drying Davey's hair and then help Davey
finish drying himself .  When Davey was done, he turned to face Dad and
handed him the towel, backing out of the bathroom, giggling and telling Dad
he wasn't going to smack his butt.  Dad had this big smile on his face and
you just knew, he was going to get Davey.  As he left the bathroom, Davey
though he had made it and all of a sudden, Uncle Dean's hand came out from
where he was standing drying himself and gave Davey a little smack on the
butt.  Hey, I've started thinking of them as `Dad' and `Uncle Dean'.  I
guess that question has been answered.  Anyway, Davey gave a yelp, not
`cause he was hurt, just `cause he was surprised.  He ran out and grabbed
his pajamas and we ran back to our room to get dressed.

After we finished getting dressed, we ran back to Dad's room.  He was out
of the bathroom, just getting dressed.  He must have shaved while we were
gone, `cause you could now smell his after shave lotion.  It was really
nice to smell.  When we came in, he asked if we had brushed our teeth, so
we turned around and headed back to our room.  When we came back, with
clean teeth, he was just zippering up his pants.  He turned and looked at
us and told us that we both looked very nice.  Davey walked over to him and
gave him a big hug around the chest, so I did to, except my arms only go
around him at the hips.  He gave each of us a hug back and muttered
something about needing to remember that my hugs could be dangerous.  I
didn't think I had hugged him that hard.  We all walked through into Uncle
Dean's rooms and he was ready, so we went down to breakfast.

Breakfast was in the staff dining room, where we had lunch yesterday.  We
took trays and slid them along rails and took what we wanted from the
different things that were on the counters and in the coolers.  I didn't
know what to pick, but Dad and Davey both helped me, as we went along and I
ended up with scrambled eggs, bacon, toast with jam and peanut butter,
milk, orange juice and a banana.  I really like bananas.  Uncle Dean and
Dad talked to all the other people that were there eating at the tables and
everyone said hello to Davey and me.  Dale and Jason and Anson came in just
as we were sitting down and they sat near us, after they had picked their
food.  Mr. Chen arrived just as we finished eating and said hello to
everyone, but he seemed to give a strange look to Dale, Jason and Anson,
without even changing the expression on his face.  Dad told all of us what
was going to happen.  He and Uncle Dean were going to their offices, which
were somewhere in one of the wings, to get some work cleaned up.  Mr. Chen
was taking me and Dale to the Barber for haircuts.  I guess Dale wanted one
and I was being sent for one.  Anson and Jason were going with Davey to the
Games Room to do some stuff until Dale and I were done and then the five of
us were going to do some things for the rest of the morning.  We were all
to meet back here at 1 o'clock for lunch and then Dad and Uncle Dean were
taking Davey and me to do some shopping.  Of course, the other three guys
would come too.

Davey told Dad that he needed to talk to him and Dad asked Mr. Chen if he
would bring Davey to his office in a half hour.  We all set off then and
Dale and I went with Mr. Chen.  I asked if there was always a barber to cut
my hair.  Mr. Chen said that the barber, Mr. Smythe, had his shop in Uncle
Dean's office building.  He came out to the `castle' every Thursday morning
to cut the hair of the people who worked at the `castle'.  Uncle Dean and
Dad got their hair cut here or at the office building, depending where they
were working and when they needed it done.  We went down hall ways and made
some turns and then went into a room.  It looked just like a real barber
shop, with a big, crank up chair and four chairs for people waiting.
Mr. Smythe was waiting for us and I told Dale that he should go first.  He
asked if I was sure and then sat in the big chair.  I walked around and
looked first out the window at the people working in the gardens, next at
the things in the room and next at Dale getting his hair cut.  His hair was
not short like Dad and Davey, it was longer, like Uncle Dean.  He just got
it trimmed and had the back of his neck shaved, so everything looked neat.
After Dale was done, I jumped up into the chair and told Mr. Smythe that I
wanted it all cut off like Davey.  Dale said no way.  I guess he was in
charge.  He told Mr. Smythe how it was to look and Mr. Smythe started
cutting.


Ted - Thursday afternoon

Mr. Chen appeared at my office door precisely at 8:30 a.m., escorting
Davey.  I thanked him and took Davey to the office next door and introduced
him to Mr. Glenn, our `castle' secretary.  I explained to him that Mr.
Glenn knew how to reach either me, or Dean at any time and if he ever had
to get in touch with us to tell Mr.  Glenn.  We then went back to my office
and I closed the door after we entered.  We sat down in the lounge area, as
it was the least formal part of my office setting.

"I take it that this is a private conversation." I questioned and he
nodded.

"Dad, I know that you told me I could come to you with anything, but this
is really personal and I feel a little strange talking about it, even to
you." he told me.  "There really is nothing wrong, I'm just having a
problem that I don't know how to deal with.  You know how I have lived the
past couple years.  Most of the time was on the street, giving and getting
blow jobs to make money to keep from starving.  I couldn't work, the
authorities would have grabbed me and staying in the juvy system was worse
than being on the streets."

"Davey, you don't need to explain to me what happened and you certainly
don't need to give me excuses for surviving.  I understand what you did and
I don't judge you in any way for it.  Those things have passed and you
don't need to worry about them anymore."

"Dad, they haven't passed and I live with part of it everyday.  I'm 14
years old, I'm a horny teenager who has had sex on a regular basis for the
past few years.  I'm sprouting wood constantly, like in the shower this
morning when you helped me wash.  I'm gay and I don't know whether anyone
else around here is aware of it, but this place is overrun by studs.  There
are really desirable men all over the place in their 20's, 30's, 40's and
more.  I'm horny as hell and I don't know what to do.  There's no one my
own age around that I can engage in some harmless mutual experimentation
and I'm not into kiddy's, like Denny, to use for my personal relief.  Dad,
I'm starting to feel like I'm a sex maniac.  I'm undressing everyone with
my eyes.  I don't let myself think about you in a sexual way, but Uncle
Dean is so damn hot.  And Dale, Jason and Anson are lucky that I don't
tackle them, rip their clothes off and molest their bodies.  Help me."  I
sat and thought carefully about what Davey was saying.  He was being very
forthright about his feelings and problem.  I felt somewhat ashamed that I
had been so tied up in my own sexual fulfillment that I had missed the
turmoil that Davey was experiencing.

"I've tried jerking off."  he continued.  "I can't use my right hand and
I'm right handed.  Left handed is really awkward and I wasn't able to come,
because I couldn't keep a rhythm going or use my right hand for any extra
stimulation.  Besides, alone is not very fulfilling when you've had
partners, even if they were Johns, most of your life.  I don't think I've
jerked off more than a dozen times in my whole life."  He sat quietly now
and looked to me, waiting for paternal wisdom and direction.

"Davey," I started, "I'm afraid that my reputation about knowing everything
is about to take a nose dive in your eyes.  If you were any other 14 year
old teenager, I would likely tell you to live with it, the rest of us did
when we grew up.  But you're not and I would never presume to tell you that
I understand what you have been through, when I don't and couldn't
possibly.  Because I love you and hate the idea that you are in distress,
the first thing I want to do is run out and find you a male prostitute to
relieve all your problems and frustration.  I wouldn't do that and I
suspect you would not expect me to do so."  He just shook his head to
acknowledge his agreement.  "It would be no different if we hired a bunch
of teenagers to work around the estate, so that one of the boss' sons could
lure a series of them into his bed.  What we strive for and I hope also
will become your goal, is to find one special person to share love with and
express that love through different sexual activities.  You have had years
of sex as a stimulant, with no attachments and your body has become
addicted to it and tries to control your mind."  He was listening intently
and indicating that he understood with an occasional nod of his head.

"I am extremely proud of you, for rejecting Denny, as a tool to use for
your release.  I know that you love him, as a brother and realizing that
relationship could easily be destroyed, is an indicator of your maturity.
More people your own age will be interacting with you, when you start going
out to school next September and also as you join in more youth activities.
I am certain that you will meet a number of people who share your interests
and needs.  In the mean time, I believe that if you can manage for awhile,
without any desperate moves, that some form of relief will make itself
known to you, in the not too distant future.  Please remember Davey, that I
really love you and if your situation becomes totally unmanageable, I think
our relationship would survive a helping hand."  He was still thinking very
hard and suddenly his face brightened up and in fact turned several shades
of red.

"Your reputation for knowing everything is still safe with me, Dad.  I feel
better just knowing that you know about my problem.  I'm afraid that your
birthday and Christmas presents are going to be a real problem for me,
because I don't think I can keep anything secret from you.  And I don't
want to.  I've never had anyone before that I felt safe sharing things with
and I think I'm awful lucky to have you, now."  He got up and came over to
me and gave me a big hug, as big as his cast would allow and a kiss on the
cheek.  I had just received my first approval kiss from my son and I was
determined to earn many more.  After Davey left my office, I picked up the
phone and pushed a button.

"Mr. Chen.  I would like to see you and our three, young team members in my
office at 12:noon, without my sons.  Would you please arrange it before
they head out to the stables."  I hung up and then picked up the receiver
again, pushing another button.  "Dean, I need to speak with you."


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) will both learn that their real riches
lie elsewhere.  To them will come four treasures to be nurtured
and guided.  They will father the four to manhood.


Each Guardian will possess gifts.

One will hold the gift of dreams and control of the emotions.

One will hold the gift of looking into and influencing the minds
of his fellow man and knowing truth.

One will hold the gift of communication and know all
languages, written and spoken.

One will hold the gift of prophesy and he will be the
catalyst to the power of the four.

Each will sense the presence of others.

Together, as one, the Guardians will hold a gift never
allowed before to man.

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.

(Incomplete translation)