Date: Thu, 02 Aug 2001 21:56:01 -0400
From: LJB  <readersstop@netscape.net>
Subject: To Fulfill a Prophesy Section 19 (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

It's done.  The total number of sections is 56.

To Fulfill a Prophesy

Section 19


Davey - Thursday night

We went riding.  On horses.  After I talked to Dad, I met the three big
guys and we changed into some old clothes.  Well, they changed into some
old clothes.  Denny and I don't have any.  All the clothes in our closet
are the new ones Mr. Chen got us.  We both had a pair of jeans, so we put
them on.  Anson came back to our room, after he had changed his clothes and
helped me with my jeans.  The buttons were hard for me to do up.  Of
course, as Anson did up the button fly, I started to get hard.  He
pretended not to notice, but I knew he had to.

We all went out to the back of the `castle' and got on one of the motor
carts that are out there.  Dale drove and Denny sat on Jason's lap.  Anson
and I were in the rear seats.  It took about 10 minutes on a dirt road to
get out to the stables.  We passed some tennis courts and a small golf
course on the way.  The stables were three separate buildings and a bunch
of fenced off fields.  When we arrived there were three men waiting for us
and they had six horses with them, saddled and ready to go.  Dale
introduced one of the men to us.  His name was Jim and he was in charge of
the stables and horses.  Jim shook hands with each of us.  He was going to
be riding with us, because none of us really knew the area very well.  Jim
then introduced each of us to the horse that he had chosen for us to ride.

Dale had ridden before and he had a horse named Thunder.  It was very big
and when it came time to leave, Dale swung up into the saddle with no
effort.  Anson was raised on a farm and had horses around him all his life,
so he knew how to ride.  He also had a very big, tall horse, named Swift
Current.  Lady Belle was the name of Jason's horse.  Jason had never been
closer to a horse than a picture in a magazine.  He did not seem too
pleased about being there and kept giving Dale dirty looks.  Dale just
smiled a lot.  Lady Belle was a medium size horse and Jim assured Jason
that she was gentle and very friendly.  My horse was named Beebop and was
the same size as Lady Belle.  I had never ridden before, but I loved
animals and thought he was great right from when I first saw him.  Denny
was afraid.  I could feel how upset he was, but he was trying to be really
brave in front of all of us.  I told Anson quietly and he went over to Jim
and Dale and suggested this first time that Denny ride with him, on Swift
Current.  They agreed and suggested it to Denny and he was very happy.  The
horse that had been selected for him was smaller and its name was Boots.
Before we left, Anson and I went over to give Boots a pat and a little
treat that Jim had given to us.  Denny came over and helped us.  He patted
Boots and told her that next time he would like to ride with her.

We all mounted up and Dale lifted Denny up to Anson, who shifted back in
the saddle and put Denny between him and the saddle horn.  He held one arm
over Denny's shoulder and across his chest.  Denny leaned back into him and
I could feel that he felt very safe.  Jason had a bit of trouble mounting
Lady Belle and Dale offered to give him a `hand up'.  Jason scowled at this
and told him that his `ass wasn't meant to be in a saddle and he was not
meant to do the mounting'.  They both looked over at me and I pretended not
to have heard anything.  Jason finally made it up and we were off.  Jim's
horse was named Charger and he was beautiful.  He told us that Charger was
Dad's horse and that he had needed exercising, so Jim decided to bring him
along.  Jim mentioned that he and Dad were the only ones to ever ride
Charger, because he was a very particular horse, who chose who he liked and
who he didn't and didn't like very many people.

We had a really great ride.  There were several trails out of the stable
and Jim took us along one that he said cut across the estate and showed the
variety of land.  We rode in a set order with Jim leading, then Anson with
Denny, next was Jason, then me and Dale brought up the rear.  We went
through several wooded areas, some very thick and others that Jim said
could be used for camping.  There were grassy fields and some rolling
hills.  This estate was a really large place.  When we returned to the
stable area, we had been out about forty five minutes.  When I got off
Beebop, I could feel some soreness in my legs and butt.  Jason said his
butt was so sore, that he just might never sit down again.  Jim told him
that if we had ridden any longer, he just might not.  It did not seem to
bother the others, or if so, they were not saying.  I asked Jim if I could
give Charger a treat.  He looked a little concerned, but Dale nodded his
permission and Jim said that he would do it with me.  He handed me a treat
and we walked over near where Charger was standing.  When we were a few
feet away from him, I held my hand out and called, `Charger".  Jim laughed
and told me that horses won't come like a dog.  While he was telling me
that, Charger casually pulled away from the man who was holding his reins
and clopped over to my hand, relieving me of the treat.  Jim looked over at
our group with this surprised look on his face, telling them that he had
never seen this horse do anything like that.  Charger took an extra step
over to me and put his head way down, so that I could rub his long nose and
pat his head.  Jim just stood there and watched.  We said goodbye to our
horses and thanked Jim and his men for helping us and then we headed back
to the `castle'.

It was 11:00 a.m. when we arrived at the pool area.  We smelled bad.  You
didn't notice it, when you were at the stables, or riding along in the
transport cart, but now we were standing still.  Dale said everyone had to
shower and wash, before they swam.  The showers were next to the pool area,
in fact there was a full locker room.  We all went into the locker room and
as we undressed, we threw all our clothes into a big laundry basket that
was there.  Into the shower we all scrambled and scrubbed our bodies with
the soap bars that Dale handed us.  Anson had helped me wrap a thick towel
around my cast and he also helped me wash the areas I couldn't reach, just
like Dad did when I was with him.  He asked me to wash his back and then he
washed mine.

I did everything I could imagine to not think about the sexy, muscular,
male bodies that surrounded me.  I didn't look at anyone.  When I washed
off Anson's back, I looked straight at his back.  That was a mistake.  He
has big, wide shoulders and is very muscular.  When he moved slightly, the
muscles would shift and expand.  I felt my cock start to lengthen.
Finishing his soaping as fast as I could, I turned away from everyone and
tried to think of other things, while he soaped my back.  Dogs, landscapes,
garbage in cans, traffic accidents, dead people, nothing was doing any
good.  By the time the others were ready to go out to the pool, I was hard
as a rock and pointing straight to the ceiling and I was so embarrassed I
could have happily died.  I called over my shoulder for the others to go
ahead and they all did.  Everyone except Anson.  He stood waiting for me.

"Go ahead, Anson.  I'll be there in a minute or two."

"It's okay, Davey.  I'll wait for you.  I think we should change the towel
on your cast to make sure it stays as dry as possible."

I didn't know what to do.  I had turned the shower on to cold and it had
made me sag a little, but I was starting to freeze.

"Davey, your shivering."  Anson placed his hand on my shoulder as he spoke.
"My God, your freezing."  He reached over me and felt the water running on
cold.  "The water's freezing, what's going on ?"  He reached over my
shoulder and adjusted the water temperature to warm me back up.  "Davey,
tell me what's going on."  He didn't yell at me, his voice was quiet and I
could feel the concern in it.

"I'm sorry, Anson."  I told him.  "I'm having a problem with woodys and I'm
embarrassed that it happens in front of you guys."

"Davey, turn around and let me see."  he said in his quiet voice.  I
thought about it and then slowly turned around.  He was looking me in the
eye as I turned and when I was facing him he looked down at my cock.  He
opened his eyes real wide as if in surprise.

"Holy Shit !  Are you ever hung !"  he said in a loud voice with a
hillbilly accent.  I know I blushed the deepest red I have ever displayed.
"There now," he said, his voice returning to its normal soothing level,
"you never have to worry about me embarrassing you again.  It's done and
over.  Now I'm going to change your towel and then you are going to follow
close to me out to the pool.  I will lead you to an area away from the
others and help you into the pool.  Okay ?"  I nodded and we did what he
had told me.  No one actually paid any attention to us and after I was in
the pool a few minutes, my problem disappeared, for now.  I made a note to
myself that I owed Anson.

The others swam and I waded around and played with Denny, for about a half
hour, floating my cast on a couple flutter boards.  Dale called out that we
had five minutes left.  Anson and I didn't wait.  He got me out and we went
back to the showers to rinse off the pool chemicals.  In the locker room
there was a pile of fluffy, white robes.  Anson helped me dry off and then
to put on one of the robes, fastening the tie snugly around my waist.  I
waited while Anson dried off and put on a robe.  Yes I was hard again.
What would you expect with a strong, muscular, sexy body like Anson's
displayed in front of you.  I tried not to look, but my will power is low.
The others came in and rather than present a display, I waited in the pool
area while they got ready.

"We have a meeting in fifteen minutes."  Dale announced, or rather I think
he was just informing Denny and me.  "What would you two like to do ?"  I
looked at Denny and he just shrugged his shoulders.

"We really haven't had any time to be alone and check out the things in our
room."  I said.  "I think we'll just stay there until we meet everyone for
lunch at 1 o'clock."  Carrying our shoes or boots and in bare feet, we all
went back to our rooms.  Anson said he would stop in before he went to his
meeting and make sure I had all my buttons done up.  Denny and I got
dressed, again, when we reached our room.  We then spent an hour looking
through the books, games and other stuff that was on the shelves in our
room.  Denny sat and read a chapter of the book Dad had started to read to
him last night.  He read it out loud and I told him he did a very good job.
We turned on the computer and Denny found an X and O game on it that we
played for awhile.  At 5 minutes to 1:00 we went down to the cafeteria.
This had been really nice.  It was the first time since we arrived here
that someone else wasn't watching over us.

None of the guys were there yet, so Denny and I took our trays and walked
down the food line.  Every time someone passed us, they said hello and
asked if we needed any help.  We picked the things we wanted and I reached
the things that Denny couldn't.  When we were done, we took our trays to
the tables where we had sat before.  Dad and Uncle Dean came in just as we
sat down.  They looked over at us and then looked around to see who was
here and then back at us.  Dad headed over to the table and I knew he was
going to check out what we were eating.  He looked at Denny's tray.  Soup,
egg salad sandwich. apple juice, banana of course, milk (white not
chocolate) and a donut.  Now, my tray.  Soup, tuna salad sandwich, milk,
tossed salad with Italian dressing and two donuts.  He gave me a big smile
and a wink, then off he went to fill his own tray.

"Well. How did your morning go guys ?"  Uncle Dean asked as he sat down.

"I rode on Swift Current with Anson, Uncle Dean."  Denny enthused.  `He's a
really big horse and we rode all around the trail and saw all kinds of
trees and birds and things.  Did you know there are some woods out there
where we could camp ?"

"Yes, there are Denny."  said Dad as he placed his tray on the table.  "Did
you know that Uncle Dean camped out there quite often when he was a young
boy ?  He even has some pictures put away.  You should ask him to show them
to you sometime."

"Wow."  Denny replied.  Before he had time to ask anything, Uncle Dean
changed the subject.

"Are you guys all ready to go shopping this afternoon ?"

"What are we shopping for ?"  asked the boy of 1000 questions.

"Well, mostly for clothes, I guess."  Uncle Dean answered.  "We need to
fill some of the space in your closet and see that you have more to wear
than for just two days at a time."  The three big guys came in and after
getting their lunch sat down at the table.  They were dressed in suits and
I could tell they were each wearing their shoulder holster.

"We heard that the trip out to the stables was a big success."  Dad said to
Dale.

"They did very well for their first time."  Dale told him.  "They certainly
did better than the other novice."  He looked across the table at Jason,
who was busy eating, but stopped when he heard what had been said.  "He
hasn't stopped complaining about aches and pains since we boosted him down
off his horse."

"That's a lie.  That is a lie."  Jason responded.  "I might have nearly
fallen down off the animal, but I certainly did not have to be boosted
down.  I must admit, I was boosted up though."  Everyone laughed and Jason
went back to eating his lunch.

"Ted, did Davey tell you about his encounter with Charger ?"  Dale asked.
Dad looked concerned.  "It's all right, Ted.  It was not a problem.  Dale
told Dad and Uncle Dean what had happened.

"I'm really happy to hear that Charger likes you, Buddy."  Dad told me.
"He never gets enough exercise, because he will only allow Jim or me to
ride him.  It sounds like when you get older, he might accept you too.
Dale, the next time I'm out there with you, maybe you and Anson would like
to try and see if he will accept you two as well."

"I'd really like the chance to try."  Dale responded.

"So would I, Sir."  Anson answered too.

Dale left the table first.  Shortly after that Uncle Dean and Dad led us
out to the front entry.  Mr. Chen stood ready, waiting for us.  Dad sent
Denny into the washroom to pee and gave me the raised eyebrow look that
meant `how about you'.  I assured him that I was fine and when Denny
returned, we filed out through the front door to find Dale ready for us
with the great big, new limousine.  Jason opened the rear door and Uncle
Dean took Denny and steered him into the back seat, followed by Mr. Chen.
Anson had raced around to the other side of the car and opened the rear
door behind the driver.  Dad steered me around that way and he followed me
into the back seat.  Anson climbed in after Dad and closed the door behind
himself.  Jason had closed the door after Uncle Dean was seated and then
seated himself in the front passenger seat, across from Dale.  When all the
doors were closed, we started off.  When I looked around, I found that I
was in the middle of a rear seat, facing the rear of the car and Anson was
sitting to my right.  Mr. Chen was sitting to my left holding his big
umbrella.  Across from Mr. Chen, sitting on the rear seat that faced
forward, was Uncle Dean.  Denny was in the middle of the seat, and Dad sat
next to him, across from Anson.

The new car was really nice.  It smelled good too.  Music played softly in
the background.  It wasn't great music, but I imagined that Uncle Dean must
like it, seeing as this was his car.  I think it might put me to sleep
after a while, if I were here with no one to talk to.  The windows were
tinted all around the car, so we could see out, but no one could see in.
It was a great day out this afternoon, just the same as it had been this
morning.  The sun was bright, but could not glare through the tinted
windows.  I wondered just how tinting works.  Dad and Uncle Dean were
talking back and forth about some deal that they were making to buy some
company.  I sat there thinking.  Here I sit.  Last week at this time, I was
working the streets and sleeping under a bridge.  Same for Denny.  Now we
are both sitting in a car that is worth more money than we would ever see
in our whole lives.

"Uncle Dean.  Are you rich ?"  I asked.  Everything in the car seemed to
stop.  Nobody spoke.  I wasn't even sure that anyone was breathing.  All
you could hear was the music that played in the background.

"Of course he's rich, Davey."  Denny said in a voice that conveyed his
disgust at how stupid I was.  "You don't have big cars like this and live
in houses like the `castle' and have lots of people around working for you,
if you're not rich."

"That is not what he meant, Denny."  Mr. Chen stated, "Is it Davey ?"  I
shook my head `no'.

"Davey, my family has always had money, so the wealth of money does not
impress me, it's just something that has always been there."  Uncle Dean
answered and paused.  I knew he had not finished.  "Last week, I had lots
of money, but I would not have considered myself rich.  Today, I am rich.
I have just about the same amount of money, but I also have you and Denny
and the rest of those who make up my `family', as well as the prospect of
having Jamie join us.  Yes, today I am rich."

"I am happy for you."  I told him.  "I was just thinking and it just
occurred to me that I am rich, too and we seem to have the same reasons."
Everyone remained quiet and seemed to be thinking.

"All right," Denny declared, "just how much money do you got ?"

"Well, I'll tell you, Denny."  Uncle Dean said.  "I've got enough socked
away, that I will be able to buy you a banana every day, until you're a
very old man."

"Okay," Denny responded, "I just wanted to make sure."  Everyone laughed at
that, but Denny couldn't seem to figure out what was funny.  Dale pulled
the limo in front of a small, plain looking store that had a sign which
said `TAILOR" and stopped for us all to get out.

"Park it, Dale."  Dad said.  "We need you inside, too."