Date: Sun, 05 Aug 2001 23:22:38 -0400
From: LJB  <readersstop@netscape.net>
Subject: To Fulfill a Prophesy Section 21 (LJB)(MM BB Bb 1st anal oral teen1b
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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
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Hope that you continue to enjoy.       LJB

To Fulfill a Prophesy

Section 21


Anson - Friday morning

Davey said `good night' to every one as he and I climbed the stairs to the
second floor.  We went down the hall to his room and entered quietly trying
not to disturb Denny.  I looked over to Denny's bed and noticed he was
sprawled across the bed, upside down and his sheet and blanket were pushed
to one side and half on the floor.

"He always gets like that when he first goes to sleep."  Davey said.  "Dad
just puts him back where he should be and covers him up."  I went over to
his bed and picked him up, turned him around and set him down again.  Davey
had come up on the other side of his bed and handed the top of his bedding
to me from off the floor.  "Thanks."  I whispered.

"You don't have to be quiet."  Davey said in his normal voice.  "Once
Denny's out, he's out until the next morning.  Usually very early, the next
morning, like 5:30 or 6 o'clock.  You can set a bomb off beside him and he
wouldn't budge.  Watch !"  Saying that, he picked up a book from the bed
side table and dropped it on the floor.

"Wham" the book hit the floor and Denny never even budged.

"You could move him around three or four more times and he wouldn't wake
up."  Davey told me.  It was really quite amazing.  I never saw anyone
sleep so soundly, not that I had much experience with other people
sleeping.  Davey went over to the closet and hung up his robe.  Then he
went into the bathroom and I could hear pee tinkling into the toilet bowl
and water running into the sink as he brushed his teeth.  When he came back
over to his bed he removed his pajama top and threw it on the chair which
was on the other side of his bed side table.

I'd seen Davey naked several times, but this was the first time it actually
registered what I was seeing.  He was about 5' tall.  He must have only
weighed about 100 lbs. and you could certainly tell he was poorly
nourished, but his body was not unhealthy, just thin.  I'd noticed
previously he had big feet.  There were all the markings of him becoming a
big man, his shoulders were broad, his chest was full and at only 14 with
20 more pounds, he could have passed for 16 or 17.  His face was a give
away though with its angelic quality.  I imagine I thought of Davey as
being small because of seeing him constantly with Ted and most people
looked small with Ted.  I even felt small around Ted.

"I like to sleep nude, " he said as he crawled under his covers in his PJ
bottoms, "but Dad reminded me if I am going to be crawling into his bed in
the mornings, I might need something on to get me over there."  He lay back
and pulled his covers up around his chest.

"So what do you want to talk about ?" he asked.  I told him I just wanted
to know what he thought about living at the `castle'.  "I haven't really
been here long enough to know everything about the place, but everything
I've seen and done so far has been great.  What do you think about it ?"

"It's more than I ever expected."  I told him.  "I never thought a place
like this existed, much less I would live and work at one."  Davey was
watching me.  He had a curious look on his face and his eyes looked deep
into mine, almost as if he were trying to read my mind.

"You have something you want to talk to me about."  he said, being very
serious.  "You are concerned about me and what you have to say is about
being a brother.  It's all right, Anson, I really like to think of you as a
brother.  Tell me, please."  The kid floored me.  I could not imagine where
he gets these insights, but it certainly made what Ted told us earlier
today more clear.

"You're right Davey.  I did come up here to talk to you about some specific
things.  I grew up on a farm way out in the country, where there was hardly
anyone else around.  I always wished I had a brother.  An older one would
have been able to help me understand all the things I didn't know about the
world, about people and maybe even about myself.  A younger brother would
have been someone I could teach and help along with the things I
experienced and he was still learning.  But I was an only child and
struggled along on my own, which sometimes might have been good, but mostly
wasn't.  Then I met you two days ago and all those things had had thought
about came rushing back to me.  I knew right off you and Denny were the
younger brothers I had dreamed about for so long.  But you are far more
experienced and worldly than I am, so I can't teach you and help you along,
because you are way ahead of me."

"Your right, Anson."  he told me.  We are your younger brothers and I owe
you a great deal already.  You have been looking after me and teaching me
and you haven't even realized it yet.  Yesterday, you relearned a lesson in
front of me and showed me how a man behaves with other men.  This morning
when I had a problem, you were compassionate and caring.  You taught me I
could trust and rely on you and you would not embarrass me when I was
vulnerable.  This afternoon, you showed you would protect me, even if I
made an error in judgment, you were there.  We have only been together two
days and already I trust, admire, respect and love you as my brother."  I
could not believe how Davey understood things.  I came up here hoping to
help him and instead he was easing my mind.

"Davey, I respect your privacy and realize you are more experienced in
these things than I am. But as your big brother I would like to help you
out when you have problems you find difficult."  As I said this I reached
over and placed my hand on his exposed chest.  I then moved my hand
downward pushing the covers down as my hand rubbed over his ribs, stomach,
navel, under his pajama waist, over his pubic mound and wrapped around his
already stiff pecker.  As my hand made its trip, he lay perfectly still,
holding his breath and looking into my eyes.  The closer I came the bigger
his eyes grew until, when my finger wrapped around his stiffness, he closed
them tight, threw his head back and hissed a rapid intake of air.

"Please don't start if you aren't going to finish."  he whispered.  I told
him I wouldn't do that to him. "I trust you and I know you won't."  I was
rather surprised when my hand encircled his shaft.  Even though I had seen
him naked, both soft and hard, it didn't register on me how really
man-sized this boy was.  As soon as I stroked the shaft two or three times,
he started leaking lubrication.  I reached down with my other hand to push
his pajama bottoms out of the way and Davey helped.  He then lay stretched
out with his eyes closed and enjoyed.

I stroked his shaft slowly a few times and rubbed the lubrication escaping
from the end slit around the sensitive head, then returned to a full stroke
which included the now well lubricated head.  Davey reached down with his
left hand and laying it over mine increased the pace of the stroking.  He
was lifting his hips in little thrusts in rhythm with the speed we were now
going.  Groans and small whines came from Davey as he rolled his head back
and forth across his pillow.  I could see the crown of his penis enlarging
and his balls lift up toward his body.  With my left hand I reached up
without even consciously planning to do so and squeezed the nub on his
right pec.  That did it.  Davey arched his back, lifting his butt off the
bed.

"Oh, Anson."  he gasped.  "I'm theeeeerrrrrrreeee."  With that he fired a
bullet of cum which sped over his head and splattered on the headboard.
The second shot hit to the side of his head on his pillow.  Three, four and
five tracked down his body from his neck to his navel.  The balance gushed
over the crown and ran down on my fingers.  I maintained my stroking
throughout his climax and now quickly reduced the pumping action until I
stopped all together.  Davey was panting and still coming down from his
climax.  I resisted an urge to lick my fingers.  I was there helping Davey,
I was not there for my own sexual gratification, although as Dale had told
me, guiding someone to reach a level of enjoyment gives a great deal of
pleasure.  Going to the bathroom, I brought a warm, wet cloth and a towel
back to the bed.

Davey was still experiencing an after glow and lay contentedly just as I'd
left him.  I wiped the semin from his body and dried the spots then tended
to the pillow and headboard.  His shaft returned to about 4" of floppy skin
and as I pulled his pajamas into place he lifted his bottom to help.  I sat
down on the side of the bed again and he turned his head and looked at me.

"You may never know how much I needed that."  he told me.  "Would you be
insulted if I offered to suck you in return `cause I can't use my hand ?"

"I'm not insulted, Davey," I told him, "but the answer is `No'.  I would
not have done this for anyone your age, except a brother in need.  And only
because you couldn't do it for yourself."

"I understand."  he told me.  "It's the same as my not using Denny to do
this for me."  I nodded.  "Then, thank you, Bro."  He sat up and gave me a
really big hug which I readily returned.

"It's time for you to get to sleep."  I told him.  I pulled his covers up
around him and he snuggled down into bed.  I headed for the door and I
think he may have been asleep before I exited his room.

I considered going downstairs again to see if Jason and Dale were going to
invite me for the night or not, but decided they deserved a little time to
themselves.  Being the third party in a couple could seem intrusive after a
while and I did not want to become too much.  I appreciated the care and
love they were providing to me and I did not want to risk disrupting any
part of their very special relationship.  When I reached my room, which was
just around the corner from Davey and Denny's, I decided to go straight to
bed and make up some of the hours of sleep I surrendered last night.  I
showered and crawled between the crisp, fresh sheets on my new bed and lay
thinking about the whirlwind of events that occurred over the past five
days.

Last Sunday morning, after some severe words with George, my partner on the
previous night's shift, I was about to enter my apartment building, after
the long bus ride home when two hulking men approached me.  At first I
thought from their demeanor, they were from Internal Affairs and the shit
over last night's fiasco at McAdams Plaza was about to start hitting the
fan.  Then they introduced themselves and identified where I had seen them
before.  I remembered them immediately as I had watched them at the crime
scene and thought how hot they both were.  They invited me to go and have
breakfast with them so we could talk and after considering it for a moment,
I could see no problem.

We drove in their car to a small cafe I knew about, where the food was
delicious and plentiful, yet the prices were within my range.  We ate and
talked for almost an hour and the more time I spent with them the more I
liked them.  They were friendly, forward and plain talking and I felt
comfortable, something I never experienced when interacting with others,
especially two such appealing hunks.  Before I knew it I told them how
unhappy I was with this Police Force and the attitudes which I encountered
daily from fellow officers.  They listened and were very supportive of the
way I conducted myself at the incident they attended.  I even told them
about the argument with George afterward and my threat to bring him up on
charges.  They told me they would be meeting with their boss and
Mr. McAdams later that day and suggested they might be able to find me
employment more to my liking.  We parted back at my apartment building and
they asked if I would like to go out with them some time soon.  I told them
I was not much of a drinker or party animal and they assured me they were
not either.  I wrote down a phone number to reach them and we agreed to set
up something soon.  As I walked into my apartment I thought, maybe finally
I would make some friends and not feel so alone anymore.

Late Monday afternoon the telephone ringing woke me.  I had a really bad
night with George on our shift last night, with him telling me I wasn't
supporting him over this McAdams matter.  Even though I was waking from 8
hours of sleep, I still felt tired and groggy.  I answered the phone.

"Anson Tyler ?" the voice at the other end of the phone asked.  I confirmed
it was me.

"This is Ted Tanner, the Chief of Security at McAdams Corp."  the voice
announced.  "A couple of my men have given me an outstanding recommendation
about you and suggested, you might be interested in leaving the Force and
joining with us."  So far he had made statements, but I could hear a
question implied.  "Would you be interested in meeting with me tomorrow at
1:00 p.m. to discuss your future ?"  I was stuck.  I was very unsatisfied
with my present and its future prospects and yet the uncertainty of a
change was very threatening.  But then, what did I have to lose ?  I told
Mr. Tanner , I'd be pleased to meet with him.  "Very good.  I'll look
forward to seeing you in my office on the top floor of McAdams Plaza at one
tomorrow afternoon."  We said good bye and the appointment was set.

George was beside himself on patrol that night.  He had tried to get one of
his cronies at Juvenile Authority to keep Mr. McAdams from gaining custody
of the boy, David Curry, and McAdams lawyer nearly called in the Chief on
them.  The result was that the boy was totally isolated from George's
influence and if the investigation went to Internal Affairs, they would
find out he had prior dealings with the boy.  I pushed him to know what
dealings and he was so rattled he actually told me.  I was sick.  I
actually made him stop the cruiser and I vomited.  That settled it for me,
no matter what happened with my interview, I was done.  I turned in my
resignation in the morning before I went off duty.

Tuesday afternoon at 1:00 p.m. I was sitting in Mr. Tanner's office, so
nervous I'm sure he must have noticed I was shaking.  He was really nice
and friendly and what a good looking, massive man.  It's a good thing I was
nervous, or I likely would have been fighting with an erection.

"You must have been pretty sure of this job after I called you."  he said.
"Resigning from the Police Force should maybe have waited until after it
was offered to you."  I told him, I was leaving whether this job came
through or not.  "Why ?"  he asked.  I stopped and looked at him, but his
face gave no indications of what he may or may not have known.  As I looked
into his light gray eyes, I decided this was not a man you mislead, or lied
to.  I told him everything.  It all poured out as if he were my Father
Confessor.  He sat and listened to my every word without interruption or
question.  When I had finished I still didn't know what was going to
happen, but I knew I felt an awful lot better for having unburdened myself.

"When I called you to come for an interview, I already knew a great deal
about you."  Mr. Tanner told me.  "I knew your school marks, what your
teachers thought of you, what your peers thought about you, what happened
at the Police Academy, how your work evaluations graded you.  I knew these
and many more things.  What I did not know is what kind of man you are.  I
believe I know now.  You are a man of respect, who has values and a
conscience.  You have feelings with which you struggle, but you are not too
afraid to let your good judgment guide you, instead of those feelings.  You
are honest and you care about others.  You are also the kind of man I would
be proud to know and have as part of my staff."  I was very impressed with
the sincerity of his words and felt elated he would see me in such a
positive way.

"I have two positions open for you to consider.  The first is an
investigator position which will allow you world travel, checking out
documentation and doing fraud investigations and researching personnel
histories.  The other is not really a job, it is a career commitment.  It
involves being a live-in member of a small team, providing personal service
and security for a man and his family, which will involve personal
interaction with adults, children and colleagues.  The first job will be
quite routine after you do it a couple years and the second will be varied
and sometimes challenging no matter how long you do it.  I should warn you
that the second job will tie you to lasting relationships which will remain
with you the rest of your life.  I need your decision before you leave this
room.  Both start tomorrow."

"I don't even have to consider my options."  I informed him.  "I spent my
youth alone and without relationships and the first job would leave me the
same way.  The second job will allow me to experience other people and
their lives and maybe allow me a life of my own with others.  I choose the
second job."

"I'm very pleased to hear that."  he told me.  "It's the one I would have
considered best for your skills and personality.  Welcome to McAdams Corp.
I will have a car take you out to the `castle' and you will meet with
Mr. Chen, the Head of Household.  He will fill you in on accommodations and
arrange your move.  We will all see you tomorrow, when the family arrives
home."  He shook my hand and sent me out to his secretary.  As I was
leaving, I saw Mr. McAdams, who I had met at the incident Sunday morning,
and he nodded to me as he went into Mr. Tanner's office.  The rest is
history.  I couldn't believe the estate when I arrived for orientation with
Mr. Chen.  A few things from my apartment were moved out to my new room and
most of the rest I give away.  Wednesday morning I returned to McAdam Plaza
and started orientation.  It was great when I learned, I would be on the
team Jason and Dale were on and it was Mr. McAdam's family we were
providing security for.  The concept that I was to become a member of the
`family' just blew me away and now it was fact.

As these thoughts ran through my mind, my communication button vibrated and
my bedside telephone rang.

"Where are you ?"  Jason's voice asked when I answered the phone.  I told
him I had thought I would just go to bed and catch up on some sleep.  There
was a pause as he spoke to Dale in the background.  "We're coming up, be
there in a couple minutes."  With a click, he was gone.  Oh well, I
thought, this may not be too early a night after all.  A couple minutes
later, there was a tap at the door.  When I opened it, Jason and Dale stood
there wearing their bathrobes.  In they came.

"We waited for you awhile in the Games Room and then in our suite."  Dale
told me.  I explained again about getting a good night sleep.  "Didn't you
sleep well with others in the bed last night ?"  I told him I did, but it
was late before we went to sleep.  "Well, we don't have to be so late, we
can just go to sleep."  With that they both dropped their robes to the
floor and climbed, naked, into my double bed.

"It's a little more crowded than last night," Jason said, "but we'll just
cuddle that much closer."  They pulled me into the middle and switched out
the lights.  We all snuggled together front to back and within a very few
minutes I was sound asleep.